Incestuous Flesh Massaged Collection 2

by Reed James

  I stared down my body as my orgasm died. My gaze fell on Mrs. Armstrong dripping in the combined pussy juices of my mother and me. They ran over her chin and cheek. They coated her. The MILF panted, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at us.

  “Yes, yes, that's so fucking hot!” Stefani moaned. “Is she dripping in your cream? I can only see her nasty cunt. Her bush looks soaked and... Clint! Clint, fuck me!”

  “Damn, our brother is fucking your girlfriend hard, Zoey,” Melody moaned. “You turned our brother on. Ooh, I'm licking your pussy extra nice tonight as a way of thanks.”

  I just shuddered, staring at Mrs. Armstrong. Her green eyes were wild. “I bet you need a cum, slut.”

  “I do,” she moaned, crawling up my body. Her round tits, smaller than mine and my mother's, swayed. “I need it so badly.”

  I grabbed her nipple and twisted it so hard. “So why did you lie to all your fucking friends? Why did you try to destroy us?”

  “Because...” She shuddered, her face twisting, verging on the edge between pain and rapture. “Because I was afraid I would come back. That I would be lost. Not just lesbian sex, but... but incest. What we're doing is wrong. I should be better than this.”

  “Better than a conniving, lying, married whore who loves pussy?” I demanded. “There's nothing wrong with licking pussy, but trying to destroy your daughter? You're pathetic! You're not good enough to eat my pussy any longer. You're only good enough for my asshole.”

  Her eyes widened. “What.”

  “Yeah, you nasty, lesbian whore.” I twisted her nipple, loving the way she sucked in a breath. She shuddered and groaned. “I want your tongue in my asshole. I want you licking it. Loving it. You're going to be my fucking anal slut. You don't ever get to touch my pussy. My cunt's too good for you. Get that tongue in my asshole.”

  “Ooh, yes, yes,” moaned Mom. She shuddered then rolled off the bed. “Do that, Ruth. Lick her asshole.”

  The married woman shuddered then she nodded her head. Her tongue flicked across her lips. “Are you eager to eat my asshole?”

  “I...” She trembled, breasts jiggling. “I am a lying, disgusting hypocrite! I was so ashamed that I wanted to keep having sex with my daughter, that I had to destroy you. I'm so sorry. I am nasty. I'll lick your asshole. I'll eat you and make you cum.”

  “Yes!” hissed Zoey in my ear. “Make her eat your butt-hole. Ooh, Yunie, your brother's cock is slamming into my cunt. He loves this.”

  “Fucking hot,” growled Clint. “You're perfect, Zoey. You and Mom are doing amazing.”

  I released the MILF's nipple. I rolled over on my stomach beneath her, my boobs pressed into the bed like I was about to get a massage. I pulled a pillow down, resting my cheek on it. Then I wiggled my hips.

  I groaned as Mrs. Armstrong nuzzled on my spine. Her tongue flicked out through the groove of my back as I watched Mom open her large purse. She dug something out, bent over so I could stare at her bubbly ass and her black bush soaked in her juices. Her pink pussy lips peeked through the dark strands.

  I whimpered as I watched her digging through her purse. It was such a mom purse, the type that carried everything in it. Wet wipes, her wallet, snack bars, pens, pencils, makeup, keys, Q-tips, cotton balls, band-aids, and, to my delight, a set of anal beads.

  I shuddered as she produced those. They were pink, the first one the size of a marble, the last one bigger than a golf ball. She licked them as she watched Mrs. Armstrong smooching her way down my spine.

  “That's it,” I moaned as the MILF moved lower and lower. Tingles raced up my back. Her silky hair caressed my hot skin. “Get down there and eat my asshole.”

  “Mmm,” mom purred around the anal beads, sliding them into her mouth. She had skill. She tilted her head back, deep-throating the beads to get the last ones in her mouth. Her lips slid over the beads, sealing around them like they were a dick.

  My mom was awesome.

  She pulled them out, leaving them dripping in her saliva. She sauntered to the bed as Mrs. Armstrong's hands grabbed my rump. Her lips reached the small of my back. She parted my asscheeks and flicked her tongue into my butt-crack.

  My pussy grew hotter and hotter as her tongue caressed down through my crack. I purred in delight, wiggling my hips. This wicked heat burned through me. This was so hot. I couldn't believe this was happening. It would be incredible. I was looking forward to the cunt doing such naughty things to me.

  “That's it!” I moaned. “You're almost to my asshole. You're going to love it, aren't you, whore?”

  “Just feast on it!” she moaned.

  “That's it, you fucking piece of flaming trash!” hissed Stefani. “Ooh, her hips are wiggling back and forth. She's excited. My mother is an ass-licking lezzie-whore!”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, loving the passion in my lover's voice. I could hear Clint's flesh slapping against Stefani's. He fucked her hard.

  “What's Mom doing?” Melody asked. “No, Lee, I didn't say stop licking my butt-hole. Get that tongue in me.”

  I shuddered, smiling.

  Mom sauntered towards the bed, brandishing her anal beads. As Mrs. Armstrong played with my asshole, she was going to get her own anal treat. I smiled, my nipples throbbing against the bed. I shuddered, the MILF reaching my asshole.

  At first, she kissed it. She worked her lips against my puckered sphincter like it was her lover's mouth. Her fingers clenched into my rump. I shuddered in delight. My pussy clenched as this heat shot through me. It was incredible. Her tongue danced around it.

  “Shove that tongue into her asshole,” purred Mom. “Just like this.”

  Mrs. Armstrong gasped into my asshole. I knew Mom was pushing the anal beads into the married slut's bowels. Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and moaned. She kissed my sphincter with more aggression as I knew Mom worked those beads in one after the other.

  “That is the perfect shot,” groaned Clint.

  “Mom's asshole is swallowing the beads,” groaned Stefani. “Look at that slut enjoy it! Ooh, she's wiggling her hips, Yunie. Is she moaning into your asshole?”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, savoring the passion of Mrs. Armstrong's purrs and groans. “Now she's licking my butt-hole. She's swirling her tongue around my sphincter.”

  “Rim her,” moaned Mom.

  Mrs. Armstrong rocked forward, gasping into my butt-hole. I bet Mom had shoved in that last anal bead. The thick one. My asshole clenched while Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Her tongue swirled and caressed my sphincter. She teased it, sending naughty tingles melting to my cunt.

  Then she worked her tongue against my back door. I groaned as she pressed it into me. She fluttered it around in me. This wicked heat surging through me. She gasped and moaned as she pressed her tongue against my anal ring.

  “Yes!” I gasped. “Get that tongue into my asshole.”

  “Mmm, please her,” Mom moaned. “And I'll give you a treat, you nasty, fucking slut.”

  Mrs. Armstrong's tongue wiggled against my asshole. My sphincter parted. I groaned, my back arching. Velvety delight rippled down to my pussy as the MILF's tongue penetrated into my anal sheath. She thrust it as far as she could reach into my depths, tasting my sour bowels.

  “That's it!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, I bet you love the taste of my dirty asshole.”

  “Of course she does,” purred Mom. “She's an anal slut.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” groaned Stefani. “Oh, Clint, isn't my whore-mother such an anal slut? My mother is a fucking cunt! Ooh, look at her. She's got those anal beads buried all the way in her tight asshole.”

  “Yes, she does!” growled Clint, his voice tighter. “You're going to cum watching your mother being an anal slut.”

  “I am!” squealed Stefani. “On your big dick, Clint! God, I love your cock!”

  “Fire your cum into her,” moaned Melody. “Ooh, this is fucking hot.”

  It was.

  I groaned in delight as the MILF's tongue swirled through my asshole. My eyes fl
uttered. The heat burned through me. This delight surged around inside my bowels. It was incredible. Amazing. A treat to enjoy. I bit my lip, my butt-cheeks squeezing about her face as she fucked her tongue in and out of my anal sheath.

  Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. She feasted on my asshole, driving me nuts. I was going to cum just from her devouring my ass. It was incredible. My nipples throbbed as I squirmed on the sheets. My pussy clenched.

  “Mmm, you're going to make her cum, slut!” moaned my mother. “Then I'll give you a treat. You're going to love it.”

  “Yes,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “I want a treat.”

  “Yes, you do, Ruth,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, wiggle that ass. And look at that cunt. You're dripping wet. Your juices are running down your thighs, whore.”

  “Such a whore!” I moaned. “An anal whore! An asshole-loving fiend. Damn, you got that tongue so deep into me.”

  “So good!” she groaned.

  Her tongue stirred me up. The stimulation melted to my pussy. I was on fire. I couldn't take much more. Stefani, Clint, and Melody were moaning in my ear. They were watching us, having such a good time witnessing the married whore embracing her anal, lesbian desires.

  I groaned, my clit throbbing. Her tongue was amazing. She stimulated my bowels. My face contorted as the pressure in my pussy built and built. The heat swelled in me. My girlfriend's mother devoured my asshole.

  “Fucking anal whore!” I hissed. “Just a little more.”

  “Cum, Yunie!” moaned Stefani. “Let's cum together. Your brother's dick is stirring me up. I want his cum firing in me.”

  “Yes!” I gasped. “I'm going to cum! I'm almost there.”

  “Me, too!” groaned in my ear.

  Mrs. Armstrong's tongue thrust deep into my bowels. Her fingers clenched into my rump. My body bucked as my orgasm exploded in my cunt. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me. I screamed out my rapture.

  “I'm cumming, Yunie! Oh, yes, yes! I'm cumming on your brother's dick!”

  “Mrs. Armstrong! You nasty slut!” I howled. “Oh, fuck, yes! Don't stop licking me!”

  “You made her cum,” my mother moaned.

  I heard the anal beads ripping out of Mrs. Armstrong's bowels. A staccato beat of wet plops. The MILF moaned into my asshole as the pleasure swept through my body. Stars burst across my vision as ecstasy drowned my mind.

  “She's squirting!” Stefani howled. “She came from that. She's squirting so much cream.”

  “Ooh, you're a messy one,” moaned my mother. “Such an anal dyke if you came from that.”

  “I am!” Mrs. Armstrong howled. “An anal whore!”

  “Fuck!” Clint grunted.

  “Yes, yes, flood my cunt, Clint!” howled my girlfriend.

  “Lee!” squealed my half-sister.

  I groaned as my orgasm rippled through me. This wonderful heat burned through my body. My asshole convulsed around Mrs. Armstrong's tongue as she thrust it back into me. She swirled it around in me, gasping, moaning.

  It was so incredible. The camera recorded every minute of the slut loving us. Feasting on us. It was wonderful. We had her confession in all its perverted glory. I trembled and shuddered on the bed, my orgasms melting my mind.

  “You are such a disgusting, filthy thing!” I moaned. “Mrs. Armstrong, you should be sucking your daughter's toes and begging her forgiveness. Now get the fuck out of here. I'm done with you. I want to make love to my mother without your diseased cunt around.”

  “Yes,” Mom moaned.

  SMACK!

  “Get your dress and panties and get out of here!” hissed Mom. “I have to love my daughter the way a mother should.”

  “Love it!” my girlfriend groaned, her voice throaty.

  I watched as my mother grabbed Mrs. Armstrong and shoved her towards the door naked. She thrust her out of the hotel room. The MILF pounded on the door, naked in the hallway. I laughed as Mom winked at me. She sauntered back, grabbing Mrs. Armstrong's dress and purse.

  “Not these panties or bra,” Mom said, shaking her head. “She should wear better than this.”

  I laughed. “You're the best.”

  Mom wrenched open the hotel room door, threw the dress in the bitch's face, and then slammed it shut again.

  I smiled at Mom and asked, “What other toys do you have in there? I'm sure our family would love to watch more.”

  “Yes!” squealed Melody.

  Mom winked at me.

  * * *

  Three days later, things were back to normal at the massage parlor. The protest ended within an hour of Mrs. Armstrong being thrown out of the hotel room. Melody had slipped back out to join the protesters and heard her pathetic lies and apology to her church friends.

  Her husband bought all her sobbing words. He hugged her like a beta cuck and told her what an amazing woman she was to recognize her mistake.

  God, Mr. Armstrong was pathetic.

  Our clients started to filter back in. Things weren't fully back to our first week in business, but the heat was dying down. Luckily, the protest didn't gather any support beyond a few fringe Christian sites. No police ever showed up to ask questions.

  It was Saturday morning. I stretched my back as I sat beside Clint in his car. It was a comfortable Lexus. My phone beeped. I grabbed it as Clint glanced at me. He wore a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, looking relaxed and somehow dangerous all at the same time.

  It was a text from Lee: “She's arrived and with Carmelita in room 3.”

  I nodded to Clint.

  He started up the car and drove us around the corner onto a residential street. Three houses down, he pulled into a driveway I hadn't been at in years. The Armstrong residence. A nervous shudder ran through me as I climbed out of the car.

  Clint led the way, marching up to the door with purpose, a tablet clenched in his hand. He reached the door and hammered it hard.

  “Yes?” a man's voice asked. “Can I help you?”

  “Mr. Armstrong, it's Clint Elliston,” my brother said.

  The door opened. “Clint?” my girlfriend's father said. “And... Zoey. Um, can I help you?”

  “Do you know where your wife is?” Clint asked.

  “She started some book club,” he said. “They're going to be meeting every Saturday.”

  “You sure about that?” Clint asked as he swiped the screen of the tablet, turning it on. The video I recorded in the hotel room was already loaded. Clint turned it to face the man and tapped the screen.

  The video began playing.

  Mrs. Armstrong's punishment wasn't over. Not yet.

  To be continued...

  Brother's Dominating Instructions

  Incestuous Flesh Massaged 6

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Brother's Dominating Instructions

  I loved the shock in Mr. Armstrong's eyes as he witnessed what a lying bitch his wife was.

  He was aghast as he watched his supposed faithful, Christian wife getting wild with my mother and me. The slender man trembled in his doorstep. His hand shook as he stared at the tablet held in my brother's hand.

  Clint's plan was well underway.

  My brother and I stood on the Armstrongs' porch. On the tablet's screen, you could see Mrs. Armstrong, recorded by the hidden camera in my purse I'd set up on Clint's orders, feasting on my mother's and my pussy. We were tribbing each other as she ate our pussy. She licked up and down our twats, feasting on us with a hunger that was incredible. She moaned as she devoured us.

  I shuddered as I remembered this amazing delight from a few days ago.

  “This... this...” Mr. Armstrong looked up at Clint. There was no color left in the man's face.

  “Right now, your wife is at The Lady's Touch Massage Parlor,” said Clint, his voice powerful. He wasn't a skinny man. My younger brother had strength. The domination to have claimed every woman in our family, plus others, into his harem.

  Even me. I w
as his sister-with-benefits. Not a lover or a sex slave, but someone who loved her brother's cock, a change of pace from the lesbian delights I normally enjoyed with Mr. Armstrong's daughter, Stefani, and other women.

  “She's at that lesbian massage parlor she led the protest against,” Clint continued. “That's where she is right now. She's there, getting teased. Touched. Pleasured.”

  Mr. Armstrong trembled. “Why are you showing me this?”

  “I want to know what you're going to do about it,” Clint said. “Are you going to be a man? Are you going to rule your wife? You're a Christian, Mr. Armstrong. You're supposed to be the head of your household. Look at your wife. Look at how wanton she's become. Time for you to take charge of your wife.”

  The man swallowed. “I don't... She... This is...”

  I shook my head in disgust.

  “It's okay, Mr. Armstrong,” Clint said, thrusting the tablet into my hands, my moans coming out of the cheap speakers. I turned it off as Clint continued, “I'll teach you. Let's go.”

  “Go?” the weak man said.

  “Yeah, go,” I said, taking his hand and pulling on him. “Let's go take care of your wife.”

  Mr. Armstrong stumbled after me on the walk from his front door to his car. It was Saturday morning, the sun was out, his neighbors doing their yard work, standard suburban activity. Mrs. Armstrong pretended she fit in. A perfect wife. A pillar of her church.

  A closet lesbian who shunned her daughter for loving me.

  My blood boiled. I squeezed Mr. Armstrong's hand, almost crushing it. He winced as I marched to Clint's car. I pushed the older man towards the rear door. He slipped into the back seat, his eyes distant. He looked utterly rocked. His wife had betrayed him.

  The cunt had to pay.

  I slipped into the passenger seat as Clint drove. Mr. Armstrong made strangled noises as we drove through our town, heading towards The Lady Touch Massage Parlor. It was the brainchild of a family friend. Juana was a dominating lesbian who, with Clint's help, turned her older sister into a sex slave. Carmelita was Mrs. Armstrong's favorite masseuse.