by Reed James
I drew in a breath. Right. “Not only are you going to stop the protest, but once a week, every Saturday morning, you're also going to show up at the massage parlor for a massage. Not with Stefani or me. You can have Carmelita give you all the massages you want.”
“What?” she blinked, her body shuddering.
“You can come in the back way to hide your presence,” I said, “but you will do it. You will pay us full price. You can have sex with Carmelita if you want. We just want you there, giving us money, making up for the business you cost us.”
She bit her lip. “And if I don't?”
“That footage of you and Carmelita isn't going anywhere,” I said. “We have it. We can release it at any time. You don't show up, you better be in the hospital dying.”
Mrs. Armstrong nodded. Her dark-red hair flowed about her face. She looked much like Stefani. I could see my friend's features in her. It was subtle. In the cheekbones and eyes, a hint in the nose and lips. But the differences were there, too. A pointier chin, higher forehead, and a rounder jawline.
“So that's it?” Mrs. Armstrong asked. “Anything else?”
“You're going to watch as I make love to my mother,” I purred. “You're going to watch until your so horny you can't resist joining us. No touching your pussy. No masturbating. If either of us sees you so much as grope your tits, we're going to release the tape.”
“Perfect,” Clint said in my ear. “Just remember, don't call our mother 'Mom' once you start making love to her.”
“Do you understand?” I asked, staring at Mrs. Armstrong.
“You think I'll... join in?” she asked.
“I know you will. You're a fucking dyke-slut with a horny pussy.” I shuddered. “Your cunt is on fire. I can see the signs. You think it's hot my mother and I are about to make love. You're getting off on incest. I bet you've been thinking about eating Stefani nonstop.”
“Mmm, I'm going to lick every bit of my daughter's body,” Mom moaned. “I'm going to worship her.”
“Ooh, this is hot, Yunie,” Stefani said in my ear, using her pet name for me.
“So hot,” Melody purred.
Mom hugged me from behind, her hands sliding up to grope my breasts through my dress. I didn't have a bra on beneath. Mom squeezed and kneaded into my big boobs. I shuddered. My nipples ached and throbbed, my pussy growing hotter.
“I'm going to lick every inch of my daughter's body,” purred Mom, the incestuous rush shooting through me. “You ready to see the fun begin?”
Mrs. Armstrong just swallowed, her hands clasped tight before her stomach.
“Say it,” Mom said. “Tell us to make love, or that video gets released.”
“Cheryl,” Mrs. Armstrong said to my mother, “I... I want to watch you make love to your daughter. Please... please start the fun.”
I shuddered in delight. This was amazing. I didn't know what Clint would do with this footage. I couldn't wait to find out. I would enjoy every bit of it.
Mom's lips kissed at my neck. She nibbled on me. My tongue licked across my skin. My body shuddered. Mom squeezed my breasts, her body pressed tight against me. Her lips nibbled up to my neck to my ear. She caressed my earlobe.
I whimpered. It was incredible. She kneaded me. She groped me as she guided me to the bed. I didn't fight her, swaying with her. It was a delight to experience. My brassy hair danced about my shoulders. Her fingers dug into my flesh.
She pushed me down on the bed. I groaned as the mattress creaked beneath me. I rolled over on my back, my breasts jiggling. My thighs rubbed together. This wonderful heat swept through my body. My nipples ached as Mom followed me down with hunger in her dark eyes.
Our lips melted together.
The incestuous rush shot through me as my mother pressed her busty body on mine. Our mouths worked together, loving each other while the camera and Mrs. Armstrong watched us. I shuddered, my cunt burned. Our tongues danced together. It was this amazing delight. Our hips ground against each other.
My hands slid up her back, finding the zipper to her dress. I drew it down as she groped my breasts through my dress. My pussy clenched as the heat rushed through me. My thighs rubbed together, my clit throbbing, juices flowing.
Mom broke the kiss, rising. She panted, slipping her arms out her dress sleeves. I pulled it down, exposing her large breasts. She didn't wear a bra. She had a tattoo on her left breast, a triangle with the letters C, C, and V in each point. One C, at the top of the triangle, for my father Clint. The other C for my mother, Cheryl, and the V for my Aunt Vicky. It was a symbol of my mother's submission to my father.
Since his passing, my brother had taken over dominating them, giving the two women what they craved.
My hands grabbed her breasts. I squeezed them, loving them. These were the big boobs I nursed from as a baby. I sat up and latched onto her nipple. I sucked on it. My lips sealed around it. Her nub felt amazing in my mouth. Fat and hot and delicious. I sucked hard on it as Mom moaned, her hands running through my brassy hair.
Mrs. Armstrong whimpered as she watched.
“Damn, this is hot,” Melody purred. “Clint's got Lee sucking on his cock. Carmelita is eating Juana's pussy. Ooh, this is delicious.”
I shuddered, glad my family and friends were enjoying the sight. So was Mrs. Armstrong. I nibbled on my mother's nub, loving it. Her hands slid down to the shoulders of my dress. She reached behind me and unzipped the back of my dress. I sucked hard on that nub. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her.
Mom's hands caressed my back. Her fingernails swiped up and down me. I shuddered as she pulled my dress down my body, slipping it off my shoulders. My breasts jiggled as they came free. My bare nipples rubbed against her belly as my dress bunched around my waist.
“Mmm, I'm going to lick every inch of you, Zoey,” purred my Mom.
“Enjoy it, Yunie!” Stefani moaned. “Oh, damn, this is hot. Melody! Let's finger each other!”
“Yes!” my half-sister moaned.
Mom pushed me down, my mouth popping off her nipple. I could hear my lover and sister pleasing each other, my brother groaning as Lee blew him. Their passion echoed in my ear as Mom pushed me down onto the bed. My breasts pillowed into two lovely mounds.
I shuddered as Mom grabbed my tits. She kneaded them. Her fingers dug into me. I groaned as my hands thrust my dress off my hips. I squirmed as Mom's fingers slid up my breasts, almost kneading them. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I slid off my skirt. I kicked it to the floor as Mom leaned down.
She sucked on my nub. Her lips latched onto my nipple. I shuddered as this pleasure rippled through me. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes squeezed shut as she nursed on me. My pussy clenched. My thighs rubbed together. My clit throbbed as my mother loved me.
“Oh, damn,” I moaned, wanting to call her Mom. “Ooh, yes, yes, that's it. You like the show, don't you, Mrs. Armstrong?”
“I...” The woman shuddered. She bit her lip.
“Yeah, you love it,” I groaned as Mom's tongue fluttered around my areola. This treat shot through me.
Mom's tongue darted around my breast. Her hands squeezed my tits. She loved me. Her breasts rubbed into my stomach. I shuddered as her nipples caressed my belly. Heat rushed through my body. My thighs locked around her torso, grinding my shaved snatch against her abdomen.
The pleasure rippled through me. This wonderful delight. Mom moaned. Her tongue licked across my breast. She dipped into the valley between my tits. Her mouth smooched and kissed. She nibbled across to my other tit, climbing it, my left nipple aching in anticipation.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. “You love watching us, Mrs. Armstrong. You just want to join the fun. You're a naughty dyke-slut, aren't you?”
Mrs. Armstrong just moaned.
“Ooh, you'll say it!” I moaned. “You'll admit to what you are.”
“Yes,” Stefani hissed in my ear. “Make that bitch suffer! Make her dive into your cunt and feast upon your twat.”
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p; “Yes!” I moaned to my lover. “Oh, I will do that.”
Mom glanced up at me, her eyes sparkling. Her bleached, blonde hair fell about her face. Then she grinned and sucked on my nipple. I gasped and shuddered. My back arched. Her breasts rubbed into my stomach as she sucked on my nub. Her hands squeezed my tits.
I groaned as she nibbled on my nipple. My squirmed and humped against her, the camera rolling, that bitch watched me. I ground my cunt into her stomach. Her dress rustled about her waist as she loved me. She moaned about my nipple. That humming delight stimulated me.
“Ooh, I bet you wish you were sucking on my nipple, Mrs. Armstrong,” I moaned. “I know how much you loved eating my cunt.”
Mom popped her mouth off my breast. She turned, looking at the MILF. “Yes, Ruth. How much did you love eating her pussy? I bet you savored it. Do you want to eat mine?”
Mrs. Armstrong groaned, her hands clutched tight, her knuckles white.
I smiled as Mom rose. She pushed her skirt off her hips, exposing her rump. She wiggled her hips and her dress fell down to her knees. She worked the cotton fabric past her legs, shifting, her big boobs dancing while Mrs. Armstrong's green eyes watched with smoldering heat.
Mom threw her skirt to the side. She wasn't wearing panties beneath her skirt. She had a black bush, showing off her true hair color. It was a delicious sight, her pubic hair wild and naughty. Clint wouldn't let her shave it.
“Don't you want to eat this cunt?” Mom asked as she bent over me, shaking her rump at the married MILF. “Come on, Ruth. If I had any idea you were a carpet muncher, I would have been enjoying you for years.”
Mrs. Armstrong moaned. She licked her lips. Her hands crept up to her boobs.
“I'd watch where you touch yourself,” I purred. “Those hands are getting close to your boobies.”
“Oohs, show us those titties,” Mom groaned, her body shaking. Her swaying breasts swung over my tits. Her nipples brushed across mine. Nipples sparked. This treat shot through me. My cunt clenched each time. “Come on, Ruth. Get naked. We know you're a horny dyke.”
“Just a pussy-licking slut,” I moaned. “You ate me with such passion.”
“That cunt ate me like she was a pro!” hissed Stefani. “Ooh, Melody, that's nice. Right there. Get your finger in me right there.”
I shuddered at the fun I heard in my ear. Mom pressed her tits into mine as we watched Mrs. Armstrong reach behind her. The married woman's cheeks burned. The flush melted down her throat. Her breasts pressed against me. My nipples ached as hers kissed mine.
Mrs. Armstrong unzipped her dress. She slipped her dress off her shoulder. The MILF worked it off of her. She swallowed, her hands pressing her dress down her shoulders. Her breasts jiggled, her white bra cradling her breasts, nipples poking at it.
“That's it,” I purred as her dress fell down around her thighs, her panties the same boring white. “Take it all off. Mmm, you have such a sexy body. I had fun playing with it. You purred like a kitty cat stroked by her mistress when I fucked you with the vibrator.”
“Show us those lovely tits,” moaned Mom, her bush pressing into my cunt. I shuddered. Her silky bush stroked the shaved folds of my pussy. This pleasure shot through me. “Let's see them, Ruth. You know you want us to love them.”
“Get naked right now, you fucking dyke!” I moaned. “Strip it off. Stop pretending to be embarrassed. You're a lezzie slut! My pussy-eating whore!”
Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Her hands shoved down her panties. Her breasts jiggled in her bra as she rolled her panties down her thighs. Mrs. Armstrong's bush was a lighter red than her hair. Her juices stained her. She stepped out of her panties, her breath quickening. Her hands slid up her thighs, caressing her flesh.
Her touch rose higher and higher, nearing her pussy as she straightened. I shuddered, Mom's pussy grinding into mine. Her silky bush caressed my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. Waves and tingles made my body shudder. I whimpered and groaned, humping against her.
My thighs gripped her waist, pulling her bush and twat tight against me. We tribbed as Mrs. Armstrong almost touched her pussy. She came so close to caressing her twat. Her fingers grazed her inner thighs, almost caressing her vulva. Then she slid up through her bush and caressed her stomach. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra.
“Yes, yes, show us those titties, slut,” Mom moaned, grinding against me. “Mmm, I want to see them. I want to suck on them. You know you want that, Ruth.”
“Oh, Lord,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. She slipped the straps off her shoulders.
“Is she getting naked?” Stefani asked. “We can't see her.”
“Ooh, you look so hot,” I moaned as the married MILF pulled off her bra, her wedding ring glinting. “You're all naked, Mrs. Armstrong. Ooh, yes, yes, your nipples are hard. Your cunt is wet.”
“So wet,” groaned Mom. “Just like mine.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, Mom's juices soaking through her bush to my twat. I shuddered. My pleasure rippled through me. My clit ached and throbbed. I humped against her. “Oh, yes, yes. I'm so fucking wet.”
Mom kissed me. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as she tribbed me. Our hips rubbed together. We caressed each other. Our clits brushed together. Sparks shot through me. My pussy clenched. Our tongues danced together. I loved her. She loved me.
The camera recorded it all.
Mrs. Armstrong whimpered. I could feel her eyes on our pussies rubbing together, Mom's silky bush caressing my shaved twat. My back arched, pressing my tits into my mother's breasts. My heart pounded. My blood pumped through my veins.
Mom nibbled on my lower lip. Her hands stroked my sides. My blood burned as the pleasure built in my pussy. My clit drank in the silky caress of her bush, the hot kiss of her pussy lips. Our bodies writhed together. My hands stroked her back as we loved each other.
“Oh, Lord,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “I... I...”
I heard a wild moan from the married woman. In a moment, she was on the bed. I shuddered beneath Mom, hearing Mrs. Armstrong groan. My mom's eyes widened. She broke the kiss and let out a shuddering moan.
“Oh, yes, Ruth, lick my pussy! Ooh, you got your tongue deep in me.”
I shuddered, smiling, knowing Mrs. Armstrong was feasting on my mom. I trembled beneath my mother. Then I gasped as the MILF's tongue flicked down and brushed my pussy lips. She lapped her tongue through my cunt. She fluttered her tongue fluttered through my folds. She nibbled on my pussy lips.
“Ooh, you nasty dyke-slut!” I gasped as her tongue thrust into me. “You're just a cunt-munching whore! Yes, yes, get that tongue in me. Polish my twat. You're so pathetic! Such a lying, hypocritical cunt.”
“Your husband has no idea that you're a naughty lesbian,” Mom moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, lick my twat!”
Mrs. Armstrong's tongue flicked up and down through both our pussies. She lapped back and forth between Mom and me. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my clit. Sparks flew through me. It was an incredible treat. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as the married MILF devoured us both.
Our incestuous juices must be mixed in her mouth. She was tasting us both. Her tongue stroked me. She licked and lapped at me. Mom squirmed atop me, grinding her clit and bush into my twat. I shuddered. This wonderful treat surged through me. I whimpered and groaned. This amazing heat washed through me.
My head swam as the delight shot through me. Every flick of the MILF's tongue across my labia, every grind of my mom's pussy against my clit sent pleasure rippling through my body. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. I came closer and closer to exploding.
“Damn, she's just going to town on your pussies,” moaned my girlfriend in my ear. “She is such a filthy, disgusting whore. Look at her.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Ooh, Mrs. Armstrong, yes, yes, just thrust that tongue into me. You love my pussy.”
“It's so good,” she whimpered. “I'm so weak. I can't help it.”
Her tongue thrust into my cunt and swirled around ins
ide of me. I shuddered and gasped. My breasts pressed into Mom's as I stared into her face twisting with pleasure. She shuddered atop me as Mrs. Armstrong's tongue flicked from my twat up to my mom's.
Mom squealed into my kiss. She broke it, her face twisting with pleasure. Her pussy ground into mine as she squirmed in delight. I smiled, knowing Mrs. Armstrong was driving us both to our orgasms.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Make us cum! You're our nasty, little pussy licker, aren't you? You just want to feast on us!”
“I do!” the MILF moaned. “Your pussies taste so delicious.”
I smiled at Mom and kissed her again. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. My hips ground against her. This wicked heat rippled through me as Mrs. Armstrong's tongue fluttered between our folds. She sucked on my clit and Mom's at the same time, moaning, gasping.
I couldn't take much more of this. It was intoxicating. The MILF was just a slut. It was incredible how she devoured me. I groaned and gasped as she moaned into my clit. My bud buzzed. I stared into my mother's dark eyes.
“I know,” she moaned. “Oh, I know. I'm going to cum! Cum with me!”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart trembling. “Mrs. Armstrong, keep doing that, you fucking slut! Yes!”
I came.
My mother shuddered.
My pussy convulsed as the MILF's tongue flicked up and down between our twats. Mom whimpered, her face contorting in bliss. Stars danced around her face as the waves of delight washed out of my spasming twat.
Mrs. Armstrong moaned, feasting on us. I clutched my mom to me. I kissed her, sharing this wild, incestuous moment. We were loving each other the way a mother and daughter should. The way Mrs. Armstrong should have loved Stefani.
My body trembled. My big boobs pressed into my mom's pillowy mounds as that nasty, married bitch devoured our cream gushing out of us. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture surged through me. This was incredible. Amazing.
I loved my mother. She was perfect. I wanted to be just like her.
My orgasm hit its peak. I shuddered through those final moments of delight. Mom whimpered into my lips, her body bucking. She broke the kiss and let out a final gasp before she rolled off of me, panting, groaning.