Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Dramatis Personae:
Steve Pearson Installation Supervisor Aged 25 Son of Nancy Pearson
Deborah Pearson HR Director Aged 22 Daughter of John & Margaret
John Gibson Managing Director Aged 43 Father of Deborah
Margaret Gibson Sales Director Aged 41 Mother of Deborah
Doug Gibson Student Aged 19 Brother of Deborah
Nancy Pearson Shop Manager Aged 45 Widowed Mother of Steve Pearson
Alison Pearson Legal Secretary Aged 23 Sister of Steve Pearson
I stood in the doorway, rooted to the spot. I think my breathing had stopped.
I was home a week earlier than I had anticipated as the job had been wound up when the buyer had filed for bankruptcy. I was fuming as I drove the 250 miles home, somehow managing to not hit anything on the way. I had left the hotel in a hurry after packing my bag when my boss had called with the news and his apologies.
I was still pretty riled as I drove into our cul-de-sac and found my in-laws car parked on my drive. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and walked in the front door. I was in no mood to talk with my father or mother-in-law as both always thought that I was not good enough for their daughter. John and Margaret Gibson owned a chain of DIY stores in the county and Debbie, their daughter and my wife, worked as the HR Director in their Company. It was therefore a surprise that at least two of them would still be at my house at 3pm.
I dropped my bag in the hall and walked to the kitchen. Glancing in the lounge on the way I saw that it was empty, as were the dining room and study. Strange, maybe they had just met up and gone to somewhere together in my wife's car. I got a drink from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table to gather my thoughts about the change in my plans. I was musing on the probabilities of finding some new project to replace the one that we had just lost when I heard a thud from upstairs.
I snatched up a kitchen knife, fearing that we had burglars, and crept up the stairs to check out the bedrooms. I moved slowly along the landing, grateful that we had laid carpets and not laminated wooden flooring. I listened at each bedroom door, hearing nothing until I reached our master bedroom. The door was closed and I thought I could hear groans from inside. I debated whether to burst in or use caution and open it quietly. Discretion won and I slowly turned the door knob, carefully pushing it open little by little. I needed not have worried, nobody in the room would have noticed if I had blown a trumpet. Instead I pulled my i-phone from my pocket and began recording what I could hardly believe.
My wife and her parents were all on our king sized bed, totally naked and oblivious to anything other than their incestuous couplings. Debbie was lying on her stomach her heavy breasts pressed against the bedspread and her hips in the air, moaning as her father drove his cock into her asshole, while her mother was ardently kissing her husband and encouraging him to bugger their daughter even harder. "Fuck her hard, darling. Fuck your slutty daughter like you do me."
"Deeper Daddy," my wife was pleading, "I've missed your cock in my ass. Pump all your cum into my asshole and make my anus your own. Mummy and I love being your sodomite slaves." She was eagerly and willingly letting her father's cock plunder her rear passage that was always "off limits" to me.
John merely grunted as he increased the speed of his cock thrusting into his daughter's lubed anal passage. His climax was rapidly approaching and Debbie also realised that her father was about to cum. "Oh god, Daddy, cum in me. I need your semen in me again; it's been too long since you buggered me."
I continued to stand in the doorway, not moving and hardly breathing.
My father-in-law suddenly groaned and I heard him gasp "I'm cumming baby. Daddy is going to fill your ass with his semen. Take it all baby; take Daddy's spunk!"
"Yeeesss!" My wife screamed, thrusting her hips up to take all her father's cock in her anal passage. He jerked his hips rapidly and I knew that he was shooting his incestuous cum into my wife's defiled ass. She climaxed; I knew the signs intimately, and my anger grew more intense.
Debbie finally slumped face down onto the pillow; her sobs were of joy and satisfaction, not of pain or disgust. I carried on recording the family trio as my mother-in-law lowered her head and immediately began to suck her husband's cum covered dick. She smiled up at John when she had completely licked and sucked him clean and immediately turned her attention to the gooey white semen oozing out of my wife's gaping asshole. Margaret pushed her face into Debbie's crack and I could see her tongue lapping up all her husband's discharge.
John was obviously not satisfied with reaming his daughter's ass. As soon as Margaret bent down to clean their daughter's leaking anus he pushed the head of his cock into her inviting puckered rosebud and she wriggled with pleasure as she took his still erect prick in her already lubed tight butt. She paused long enough from her clean-up duties to giggle "Who's a naughty daddy then? Reaming his depraved little girl's anal hole? I do love buggery." Before resuming her avid slurping.
I was horrified at the degenerate behaviour I was witnessing, and mortified that my wife's anal fucking had made my cock rock hard and fully erect. She had never let me have anal sex with her, always telling me that she though the whole act was disgusting and dirty whenever I suggested she might let me put my prick in her arse.
I could take no more; I pressed the stop button on my phone and slowly backed away from the bedroom before I was spotted. The last thing I heard as I crept down the stairs was my mother-in-law screaming "Fuck meeee, baby! Fuck my dirty asshole and satisfy my cravings." The words echoed through my mind.
I picked up my overnight bag from the hall floor and left via the front door. I opened the driver's door of my Audi A3 and quietly backed off the drive and drove out of the cul-de-sac. I had no idea where I was going and I aimlessly drove through town, lost in my misery and anger.
I spotted the illuminated sign of the Bank Manor Hotel as I left town and I pulled into the car park. I needed somewhere quiet to reflect on my discovery and it looked to be the ideal place. I locked the car and walked into the Reception. The young lady behind the counter smiled as I strode over to her.