The Guesthouse Stories

Mom went along with him straight way, "Well Peter, we've been waiting for you to. My pussy has been just oozing juice thinking of you instructing me and my boy here, to perform for your pleasure. We have been saving ourselves for your return," she lied, "and await your instructions to fuck and suck and doing anything else you want of us."

"I'm so glad to see you have been so loyal," Peter said, totally unaware that we hadn't stopped fucking in one way or another since he left.

We had to get things going before Susan returned to the house and possibly told Peter of our adventures whilst he had been away.

"Can we fuck for you now Peter?" mom begged, "can we perform for you now, we've been waiting so long…..."

Peter smiled, "Sure, why not," he said, "let me see your cunt right now, let me see just how wet you are, remove your jeans and panties and spread your pussy for me."

I stood in the corner of the room as mom slowly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs and off. She then turned her back to Peter, bent over and slowly pulled her knickers down her thighs exposing her arse and pussy lips to Peter. She took her knickers right off and then spread her legs to open her pussy to Peter's full view. It was indeed wet.

"What about you arse?" said Peter, "spread your checks and show me your little arse."

Mom did as she was told and opened herself up to Peter. She then put her left index finger into her arse hole and pushed it al the way in before proceeding to gently fuck her own arse for our pleasure. I guess mom wanted to get both Peter and me excited as quickly as possible and it was sure as hell working. My dick was tearing at my trousers fully erect and dripping in my shorts.

"Kneel down," said Peter to mom.

"Oh, why don't we go upstairs for this one Peter," she responded seductively as she turned to face him. "I want to really perform for you today, without interruption," she said looking straight into his eyes whilst at the same time rubbing her pussy with both hands.

"Okay upstairs now!" he said, as though it was his idea.

Mom led the way upstairs, I followed with Peter behind. Mom went straight into her room and turning to Peter begged him, "please Peter I want to beg a special favour from you."

Peter was taken aback but, trying to maintain his control of the situation replied, "what do you want slut?"

"I want to masturbate for you, on all fours like a little doggie, I want to bring myself off just for you, I want to be dirty, I want to be wet I want to come just for you Peter, just for you……."

Mom's efforts were working. She seemed to have mesmerised Peter with her utter subservience to providing him with a personal performance. He had practically forgotten I was there.

Without a response from Peter, mom removed her top and bra. She stood before him a small, pert little lady, oozing sex. Gentle she fell to her knees and then onto all fours before turning her arse towards him. She then dropped her shoulders to the floor and started to work her fingers and then her entire left hand into her pussy. She was getting real dirty, swearing and writhing in lust as she fisted herself roughly.

"god, oh god,,, fuck me, fuck me," she called to herself, "you're a little slut aren't you, a little slut who fucks her own son and performs like a whore for strangers, aren't you, aren't you," she demanded of herself as she fisted faster and faster.

"Peter," she yelled , "I'm coming, I'm comimg just for you Peter. Please kneel behind me Peter, please touch me, please slap my arse, punish me Peter, punish your little performing slut…"

Peter was totally taken in by mom's magnificent performance and I was ready to fuck anything, including Peter.

Peter dropped his pants and shorts and knelt behind mom. He started to spank her arse with his left hand whilst wanking himself with the other.

It was now or never for me and mom. As she kept on tormenting him with her cries of lust and her filthy performance I walked to the chest of drawers and hit the record button on the video camera. I then quickly stripped and approached Peter from behind.

I felt scared but at the same time strong. This was my opportunity to teach Peter. My chance to be the man in control and his turn to be humiliated. I felt the strength of four men as I knelt behind him and grabbed his hips with both arms. I didn't give him a chance to work out what was happening or for myself to have second thoughts. I thrust my dick into his arse sharply and harshly. He instantly bucked but I grabbed tighter with both arms and dragged his arse back onto my cock as I thrust forward with my hips. He was mine and the more he struggled the deeper my cock sunk into his body.

"Fuck!, get the fuck of me," he shouted.

"No chance Peter," I replied, "now its our turn to control! I going to fuck you good until you beg for more," I said as I pumped in and out of his tight arse. The feeling was getting to me. Nervousness had given way to real sexual excitement and I fucked him. His arse was tight and it didn't seem to matter that it was a man getting my sex.

Mom rolled away and stood. "Fuck him son, fuck him!" she shouted as I pushed Peters head and shoulders to the floor and fell on top of him to hold him down.

"Fuck him harder," mom shouted, "make him beg, make him sorry."

Mom words drove me on as I pumped harder and faster into Peter's arse and finally wrenched my cock out just as I started to come. Peter feeling his freedom rolled onto his back just as I spurted my first load. It hit him straight in the face just as he was going to speak. He fell immediately silent and I spurted again into his face and then onto his stomach.

"So Peter, now you are the servant," leered mom, "now we are in control and we no longer do as you say. Until you leave in two days you belong to us. How does that feel Peter? How does it feel to be on the other side of the table?"

Peter looked angry at having fallen into our trap. "I'll tell you husband what you've been upto, you fools. I told I would and now you think you control me, No chance! The deals off and you two will be sorry!" he threatened.

Mom walked to the camera and pulled it from the pile of clothing. "Oh, I don't think so Peter. You see, you taught us well. We have this whole scene on video and you will comply with our instructions. So keep you empty threats to yourself. Your arse is ours until you leave.

"You fuckers!, he said, "what about the tape, do I get it when I leave?"

"No!" said mom, "Its our insurance, but rest assured it will never see the light of day as long as you keep quiet about your time here in our house."

Reluctantly Peter agreed and started to get up of the floor.

"Not yet Peter!, said mom.

Turning to me mom grabbed my dick and wanked it a few strokes. Have you got another load in there son?, she asked.

I instantly knew what she had in mind, "Sure mom," I replied stepping forward and wanking myself over Peter's stomach, crotch and legs.

He just lay on the floor, utterly beaten as I ejaculated another full load over him.

"Now," said mom to Peter, "you will leave us and we shall not tolerate and attempted domination from you for the rest of your stay. You shall now return to your room and get cleaned up and you shall go on your hands and knees!"

Peter crawled out of the room covered in my mess and literally climbed the flight of stairs to his attic room on all fours with spunk dripping from his body. The tables were truly turned and mom and I were totally in control of our new sexuality.

"Do we tell Susan about this?" I asked.

"Oh indeed we shall tell Susan, indeed we shall!" said mom, "after all the tables are now turned, We are in control and Susan is now ours for the rest of her stay. She double fucked me in a public place, with two carrots for god's sake! Our little Susan need to be taught a lesson……but right now I need finishing off… fuck me son, fuck me now………."

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The Guesthouse Stories Part 12.

Two days latter the time for Peter to depart our house arrived. He had been very quiet since we had humiliated him by my fucking his arse and getting the whole scene on video. Nevertheless he had shown no bad feelings towards us. Peter had always been most pleasant and remained that way. I guess he simply accepted that in the end we had won the game and turned the tables on him and along the way we had all enjoyed ourselves.

Peter came downstairs with his packed bags mid-morning. We walked outside with him to his car.

"You know I have really enjoyed my stay here," he said, "it was wonderful getting to know both of you so intimately."

"It has been wonderful for us too Peter," replied mom. "I would never have believed our lives could have been so changed by one house guest, but I am glad it has and grateful to you for making it happen."

Mom then lent forward and kissed Peter on the cheek. "No hard feelings about the tape?" she asked.

"No I guess not," Peter said, "just as long as it stays private, and I believe you will stick to your word."

"Absolutely!" said Mom, "It will remain totally private." She added, "If you ever want to come and stay again Peter, please don't hesitate, we would both like to see you again some time."

With that Peter climbed into his car and left us. I put my arm round mom's shoulder and we turned to walk indoors. As we did so another car pulled into the driveway. As it came to a halt the window was wound down and a women leaned out.

"Hello," she said in a very quite voice, "one of the locals in town pointed us in your direction for accommodation. Would you be able to put us up for two or three days?"

"What exactly are you looking for?" mom replied.

"Oh just a double room, its just me and my daugther. We are on our way down south and just want to rest up for a few days and take in some of the local scenery," the women replied.

"Sure," said mom, "that will be no problem. I'm Paula and this is my son Sam. He'll get you bags and help you indoors."

"Thanks," said the women climbing from her car and introducing herself as Clare. Her daughter then got out of the car and said cheerily, "Hi, I'm Angela, but people call me Angel!"

"God knows why!" said her mother laughing.

I grabbed the bags and we all made our way indoors. Mom showed our new guests into the Kitchen and offered them some coffee and sandwiches. I took their bags upstairs to the attic room that Peter had vacated that morning. It kind of amused me to be putting them in a room that had seen so much sexual activity in the past couple of week. If only they knew what had been going on in this apparently respectable house. I then made my way back downstairs and joined Mom, Clare and Angel in the kitchen.

Clare, I figured, was about the same age as Mom, in her late thirties, and had a similar figure. She was about 5'3," slim, petite but with larger breasts than mom's. Her hair was long, dark and lightly permed.

Angel took after her mother and was eighteen years old. With the exception of Angel having her hair straight, she and her mother could have been sisters. I thought they were both real good looking and was very happy to have them brightening up the house for a few days.

"So you'll be staying for a few days then?" asked mom, "where did you say you were heading?"

Clare replied that they were on their way to see her folks in South Carolina but since Angel had a few weeks off school, they had decided to take the journey slow and double it up as a touring holiday.

"So what about your husband?" mom said and then quickly added, "if you don't mind me asking."

"Sadly my husband and I were divorced a few years ago now," Clare replied, and then hugging Angel real tight she added, "so its just me and my little Angel here!"

"Sorry," said mom, "I didn't mean to pry."

"Not at all," said Clare, "I still get on with my husband, its just better we don't live together if you know what I mean."

I thought it best to change the subject and spoke up telling Clare and Angel that their bags were in the attic room and then asking them if they had any particular site seeing in mind during their stay with us. Angel piped up that she was keen to see some of our great scenery and to just chill out for a few days. "Got any recommendations?" she asked.

"For good scenery and real secluded chill-out country you should try Woodville Gorge," I said and immediately notice mom look at me with a wry smile, obviously recalling our recent sex session there with Susan.

"Sounds good to me," said Angel, "What do you think mom?"

"Fine!, said Clare, "but we'll need instructions on how to get there."

I quickly cut in, "It's a bit of a rough road but well worth it. You'd be better in a 4x4 but you're welcome to take mine tomorrow if you want."

Not wanting to miss a chance to get to know these two gorgeous women better I added "Of course, I'll be glad to take you there if you don't mind the company. Mom and I sometimes picnic there, how would you feel if we all went for the day, it's real beautiful, you wont regret it!"

"Well that would be real kind of you Sam," said Clare, "are you absolutely sure you and your mother have the time?"

"Absolutely," said mom, "it will be a pleasure."

Clare and Angel then excused themselves and went up to their room to unpack their bags.

Mom took the opportunity to ask me, "are you planning some entertainment with our new guests?" she asked, "or was the choice of Woodville Gorge just a co-incidence?"

"I don't know what you mean mom," I replied smirking.

The next morning mom got up early and prepared a huge picnic. I entered the kitchen as she was packing it into the hamper and cheekily asked if she had remembered to take carrots.

"No, but I've got a lovely cucumber," said mom with just the dirtiest look on her face, you could imagine.

We both laughed and quickly hugged each other. I took the opportunity to feel her arse through her shorts and give her a beautiful deep kiss. My dick immediately started to rise but mom pulled away and told me to stop being so naughty and control myself. "If you're lucky, you'll need all you strength for latter," she said.

We loaded up the 4x4 and set off around 10.30 arriving at the gorge about 45 minutes latter. Clare and Angel immediately commented on just how beautiful it was and how lucky we were to have such a place so near.

We went to the same area of grass that we had visited with Susan just a few days before. Mom set down the hamper and immediately opened a bottle of wine.

"Who wants some?" she asked holding up the bottle.

"Oh yes please," said Clare, "it's a bit early but if we've got all day here then we may as well get relaxed."

Before Angel could respond to the offer of wine, I asked here if she would care to come for a walk with me and see a bit more of the gorge and the surrounding country.

"yeah sure," she replied, "That sounds great. Is it alright with you mum?"

"Yes that okay honey," Clare said, but be careful and make sure Sam takes good care of you.

"Don't worry, I will," I said, adding that we would be no longer than an hour.

With that Angel and I set off, slowly walking up the valley along the river bank whilst mom and Clare settled on the grass with their bottle of wine.

As it turned out Angel and I were gone just a little under an hour but not by much. The time was not only taken up with site seeing but with a fantastic outdoor sex session that I will recount in the next chapter of this story. For now, I want to relate what Mum and Clare got up to in our absence, as described to me by mom latter that evening.

After Clare and I left the grass area and wandered off into the woods mom and Clare had settled down on the grass to chat, drink some wine and take in some of the mid-morning sunshine.

Clare enquired of mom whether dad was still on the scene.

"Oh sure," said mom, "but he is a computer engineer and his work takes him away to the city most of the time so he tends to stay in Motels rather than travel home each day. He would end up spending hours travelling."

"So why don't you live in the city then?" asked Clare.

"We all love this area so much we decided a long time ago that it was worth him being away for a few weeks at a time, in return for the benefits of living where we do. Also running the guesthouse gives us extra income so we plan that he will retire early. In the meantime we put up with him being away," said mom.

"But what about….well you know…what do you do for…er.," stumbled Clare.

"You mean what do I do for Sex?" said mom plainly.

"Well yes, what do you do for sex, I know how much I miss not having a husband around." Responded Clare.

Mom told me the wine was relaxing her nicely by this time and she was more open with Clare than she had intended to by.

"Well you know, there's always masturbation and a few well chosen toys," she giggled, "and I have to admit that I have had one or two encounters with guests. But don't get me wrong, its not like I don't love my husband dearly, its just sometimes….well sometimes situations just arise and if you haven't had a good cock for a fortnight the temptation can be overwhelming. Does that shock you Clare, I do hope not."

"No it doesn't shock me," said Clare, "as I said, I know what it's like to get frustrated from time to time."

The wine was beginning to remove both mom and Clare's inhibitions and Clare then asked mom, "so tell me, what was your last sexual encounter with a guest. I would just love to know the details. Go on tell!….please."

Mom knew she couldn't tell Clare that her last sex had been with me and Peter, or indeed the time before that, that had been with her own mother and me. Thinking it was the least shocking of all she blurted out, without really thinking, that it had been with Susan, a female guest.

"Lesbian sex!" exclaimed Clare, "you're bisexual?"

"Well I never really thought of it that way," said mom, "but yes I have enjoyed sex with other women sometimes."

Clare seemed a little unsettled and changed the subject saying, "Shall we go and take a look at the river then?"

"Sure," said mom, adding, "so do you still want to know the details?"

Clare had regained her composure as they walked to the river's edge and replied that yes she would still like to hear the details.

"Lets sit here by the water and you tell me all about it," mom said.

They both sat down, mom dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and Clare also in a pair of shorts with a blouse and a bra underneath. Mom proceeded to recount a slightly untrue version of her sex session with Susan. She described how she and Susan had been the only ones in the house one night and that She had started to flirt with Susan by flashing her knickers to her. She made sure not to reveal that the whole episode was set up with the intention of involving Peter and myself.

"So what was Susan's response to your flashing at her?" asked Clare.

"Well thankfully she took the bait," replied mom, "she was submissive to me and after a little persuasion she proceeded to strip off and frig herself in front of me whilst leaning over the back of the sofa."

"God that sounds exciting!" exclaimed Clare, "go on tell me more."

"Well then, when she had bought herself off, she came over to me in my chair and finger fucked me in my pussy and my arse. It was fucking great!" said mom, "and finally I……," she tailed off.

"Finally what!, what!" begged Clare.

"Well I had a carrot from the kitchen and I…er…well I fucked her with the carrot and we both came together."

"When was this?" asked Clare.

"Oh only a few days ago," said mom.

"and Susan, has she gone now?" said Clare.

"No she's still staying with us, shall I introduce you," said mom with a big grin on her face.