Taming Elizabeth: Friends & Family

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

"I miss Emily," my mum said, out of nowhere.

I blinked. "Where did that come from?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about how well the two of you got on. Thick as thieves, the pair of you." She sighed, clearly lost in memories of her sister.

"I thought you hated her." Indeed, I couldn't remember her ever being referred to by name before. It had always been 'my bitch of a sister' or... "You always called her a witch."

My mum squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, she was one - sort of. Maybe."

I raised a curious eyebrow. "My aunt was a real witch?"

It was the first time she had visited me since the funeral, although we had spoken several times over the phone. We'd had lunch in town, and spent the afternoon shopping, and had ended up back at my flat for coffee. Elizabeth was out with her boyfriend, fortunately, because I would have found it difficult to explain the weird dynamic between us. As it was, the smell of sex seemed to linger in the air of the flat, stirring a familiar hunger in me, as well as the fear my mum would recognise it - which would just be too embarrassing.

"I-I don't know," she stuttered. "I never believed it. She was always so good at seducing men. Even your father. I never caught them together, but I knew. I could smell her on him."

That was a surprise. My aunt and my dad. I wondered which of them did the fucking. Somehow I could just picture her thrusting her strap-on into his ass... "Uhh," I said, shaking my head to clear away that image. Anyway, my dad died when I was twelve, six years before she made the strap-on for me.

But she had used the magic dildo on someone before she died. "Um, Mum?"

She frowned. "What, Raina?"

"Did you and Aunt Emily ever, ah, -" (Just how do you ask your mum if she fucked her sister?) "- you know... do it?"

In answer, she turned bright red. "No!"

"Oh, please. You could not look guiltier."

She sighed in surrender, and I stared at her, astonished - and not a little aroused. Somehow, amazingly, Aunt Emily had had her way with both my parents. "How?" I demanded. "When?"

"I was upset," she said eventually, "with how much she was influencing you. I went to see her, to tell her to stay away from you. I, ah, lost my temper, said some stuff I really regret. Hurtful. Then she smiled this cold, brittle smile, and said, 'Let me show you what I've made for your daughter.' She went upstairs for a minute, and returned naked. She was wearing a harness with a huge, black cock."

Butterflies fluttered in my belly. I could see where this was going, and the memory of the first time I'd sucked the dildo was sharp. I'd wondered whose pussy I'd been tasting. I'd never suspected it might be my own mother's. Why did the thought of that excite me so much?

"I was shocked, of course," she continued, her eyes focussed on the past. "I was on the verge of storming out of her house, back to the sane world, but there was this evil thought in my head that I hadn't, ah, well, in years, and even though it was my sister wearing it, that cock looked... really good."

I could imagine. "A woman needs what a woman needs," I murmured.

"Ah, yes. Before I knew it, I was feeling it in my hand, stroking it. It felt so real. Like black, porn-star cock. And I wanted it in me. I think I even said that out loud. 'I want that in me.' Emily laughed and ordered me to strip. I wanted to tell her to go to hell. Maybe I even did, but I was soon bent naked over the kitchen table, legs open, like the horniest slut in history."

Just listening to this story was making my clit throb. I could just imagine my aunt delighting in my mother's helpless subservience to the magic dildo. No doubt the thought that one day I would be wearing that same cock, anointed with my mother's holy water, was icing on the cake. "Did you beg her to fuck you?" I asked.

She nodded, blushing. "I don't know what came over me. I just needed so badly for her to -" She hesitated, took a deep breath, and forced herself to say it. "- to fuck me. Emily laughed. Said, 'Who's the bitch now?' And then she was thrusting that huge cock into me, and all I cared about was taking the whole length of it, as deep as possible, even though it was stretching my vagina more than anything ever - well, except for, well..."

"Yeah."

"Anyway, she was soon fucking me vigorously, and slapping my ass so hard it was red for days, and I must have come, like, a dozen times. She left me there, sprawled across the kitchen table, too exhausted to move."

Wow. "Was that the only time?

My mum hung her head in shame. "I was like a woman possessed. I'd never experienced such pleasure before. She couldn't get rid of me. I think I had more orgasms in that one week than the rest of my life. Even after that, I was visiting her every weekend, mainly for the sex but we started to bond again as sisters too, after a lifetime of anger.

I could sit still no longer. "Back in a moment," I said, and hurried to my room. Part of my mind screamed that even considering what I wanted to do was insanely wrong; that sensible part was overruled by the throbbing of my clit. Once the harness was fastened in place, and the black cock projecting from my crotch, the last resistance to the plan faded away.

I returned to the kitchen in the same state my aunt had: naked, harnessed and horny. My mum gaped at me, horror mingled with lust in her expression. "Take your clothes off, Mum," I said, and she nodded, her hands acting almost on autopilot.

I had never considered her as attractive before - at least, I wasn't sexually attracted to her, though she wasn't unattractive. Even now, my desire to have her was more about the wrongness of it. The impossibility of it. The symmetry of it. "Bend over the table," I ordered.

She rewarded me with the same sight that must have greeted my aunt. Wide-spread legs revealing a pussy that was glistening with arousal. "God, you're a horny slut, Mum," I said. "Let me hear you beg for it."

She was quick to obey. "Fuck me, Raina," she pleaded. "I need that cock in me right now."

A fleeting moment's incredulity made me hesitate. Was I really about the fuck my own mother? That whisper of conscience faded fast, however, and with a gleeful thrust, I penetrated my mum's vagina (for the second time in my life).

"Oh. Fuck. Yes." Her loud cry of affirmation was all I could have wished for. I buried two more inches of thick, black silicone in her, and then two more. Working the dildo out and in, I soon had the full length embedded within her. "Fuck!" she cried. "I've missed this so much."

Invisible magical fingers were dancing like angels on my clit, driving me wild. I built up a rhythm of long, deep thrusting, enjoying the sight of the black cock pounding away at my mother's cunt.

I didn't notice that Elizabeth had returned home until she was suddenly there, watching fascinated. "Are you really fucking your mum?" she asked. "That's so... hot, actually."

My mum whimpered and tried to wriggle free, but I smacked her bum. "Behave, Mother," I ordered strictly. To Elizabeth I said, "Why don't you join in. I bet this slut would love to eat you out while I fuck her. Wouldn't you, Slut?" I gave her another spank.

"Yes," she whined, and as Elizabeth slid eagerly into place, my mum buried her face in Elizabeth's pussy, licking away hungrily.

Elizabeth sighed happily. "I hope she likes the taste of cum. My boyfriend didn't have a condom."

"Naughty girl," I said, grinning. This was so unbelievably wrong. My mum licking cum from my flatmate's pussy while being fucked by her own daughter.

I picked up the pace, using shorter thrusts. I was getting close. "Come for me, Mum," I said. "Come for me."

We got there slowly, the tension building and building, vibrations exciting my clit while I deepened my thrusting without slowing. My nights spent fucking Elizabeth had helped me build up muscle and stamina.

My mum could only mumble into Elizabeth's pussy, her head being held firmly between those fair thighs. "I'm close too," Elizabeth said. "Make me come, you daughter-fucking cumslut," she growled.

It was almost too much for me. "You heard her, Slut," I said, spanking her ass nice and hard, and she screamed into Elizabeth's pussy as she climaxed, triggering my own. I chorused with my own scream of ecstasy, and our joined bodies rocked with convulsions.

Elizabeth joined in too, gasping as my mother's tongue brought her to, and through, a prolonged orgasm.

And then we were all done, and I wondered how on Earth I would ever be able to face my mum again after doing this.

"Again," she begged. "Again, Raina."

"Nuh uh," Elizabeth said. "My turn now."

I could hardly deny her...

*

After several days of emotional turmoil, Elizabeth at last let go of the constant doubts and paranoia. It was just too exhausting to worry all the time about whether she was being manipulated and used against her will. Far easier, indeed, to accept the way things were - to embrace them, even.

(It helped to have a blue-eyed blond god with an impressively long cock to distract her. So far that day, she'd been with two men, two women and three cocks. That was a lot of quality distraction.)

True it was strange that she'd been emphatically not a lesbian before, when now she couldn't seem to get enough of her new lesbian mistress. True also that she was used to being the dominant one in relationships, but had surrendered so quickly to Raina.

It had started out as an unnatural and almost unhealthy obsession with Raina's cock, and for a few days Elizabeth had worried that she had been hypnotised somehow, but while she still loved that amazingly lifelike member, she was learning to love Raina's real flesh-and-blood body almost as much.

The first time Raina had ordered her to lick her out, Elizabeth had almost refused, and had been surprised by just how much she enjoyed the raw smell of Raina's pussy, and the incredible intimacy of exploring those delicate folds with her tongue. Tasting that sweetness had become one of the things she looked forward to each day.

No, far easier to accept that Raina had forced her to confront a side of herself that she had always been in denial about. Although Elizabeth was sure she had no romantic feelings for women, undeniably they excited her sexually, and none more than Raina.

Seeing how confident and sexy her mistress looked with that strap-on gave Elizabeth ideas. She wondered what it would be like to be the one doing the fucking. She wondered if Danny would enjoy taking as much as he enjoyed giving.

She pushed him off her, the abrupt emptiness of her vagina as his incredibly long cock slipped out almost making her question her intention. "Let's try something different," she said, and darted across and into Raina's room.

The harness and dildo were on the bed. Raina herself was driving her mother home, after the afternoon's kinky-as-fuck threesome that Elizabeth had thoroughly enjoyed. Indeed, Elizabeth couldn't resist sucking on the dildo for a minute, tasting the residue of the last pussy fucked. Julia's. Raina's mum's.

"Liz?"

Danny's plaintive query woke her from her reverie. "Coming," she called back, and quickly had the harness tight about her, the black cock thrusting out magnificently. "Beautiful," she whispered, watching herself stroke it in the mirror.

"What the fuck!" Danny screeched as she waltzed back into her room. His horrified gaze didn't drift from her crotch once as she sauntered across to him, placing the offending member only inches from his face.

The thought crossed her mind that this was a mistake, that maybe Danny would sooner die than engage with any cock other than his own - even a synthetic one. She dismissed the thought with a shake of her head.

Besides, the initial shock having passed, Danny's fascination with it seemed tinged with more than a little curiosity. "Doesn't it smell amazing?" she said, caressing the shaft seductively before his eyes. It was strange, but she could almost feel the touch of her fingers, as if against her clit, as if the cock were a living part of her.

Unconsciously, perhaps, Danny's nose drifted closer as he breathed in the aroma of sex that emanated from the silicone dildo. "It tastes amazing too," she encouraged, nudging it towards his lips.

Danny jerked away, and looked up at her in confusion. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Oh, man up and suck it," she growled and, biting back an urge to laugh, she pulled his head down. His mouth opened obediently, and she sighed with unexpected pleasure at the sensation of his lips tightening about the shaft. "Oh God, that feels good," she sighed.

It was such a delicious sight. How many times had it been her sucking Danny's cock? - not that she had minded that at all! No, having a man come in her mouth was a thrill she never tired of, but why shouldn't a man do the same for her.

Sucking a cock was a very different thing to licking a pussy. They was pleasure in both, but the act of penetration, especially with a cock so thick it stretched the jaw wide and so long it breached and blocked the throat...

It was a shame it was only a dildo. She would have liked to see cum dripping from Danny's lips. She would have enjoyed marking his face with it.

"You suck cock like a pro," Elizabeth said, unable to keep from laughing. Danny was bobbing his head eagerly, running his lips along the shaft, sucking and licking around the head. His own cock was so long, she wondered if he ever sucked himself off - that would be a thing to see. "Does Barbara know how much you love this?"

Sometimes Elizabeth felt guilty about cheating on her best friend, but not this time. If anything, it was a shame Barbara wasn't here to witness her hot boyfriend's submission to the black cock. Indeed, it would be fun to make her watch, and then take her afterwards...

Somehow the dildo was exciting her clit as Danny's mouth devoured the silicone shaft. Perhaps he could even bring her to orgasm this way, but she was getting impatient for more. "Turn around," she ordered. "Let's see if your ass is as willing as your mouth."

*

The sight that greeted me what I got home... Elizabeth's bedroom door was open, and being a Wednesday her secret lover Danny was over. He was on all fours on the bed, side-on to me so that I saw his horse-like cock perfectly, hard and suspended beneath him. Even as I watched, a mighty spurt of cum arced from its tip, splashing down on the bed beneath his face and chest, followed quickly by a second, and a third.

The other cock - the black silicone cock - was temporarily hidden from view, buried, as it was, to the hilt in Danny's arse. "Oh shit," I whispered. I hurried past, into my room, and sure enough the strap-on was not where I had left it.

It was proving to be a fucked-up crazy day. Not only had I learned that both my parents had succumbed to my aunt's enchantments, but I had compounded that incestuous mischief by dominating my own mother. At the time I had cared only for the experience, but the subsequent guilt was oppressive to the point of panic - a guilt shared by my mother, who had barely been able to look at me on the way home. And yet...

And yet, her last words to me, as she stepped from the car, her cheeks burning with shame, were, "I know it's wrong, Raina, but I really hope we do it again."

To my shame, I hoped so too.

Elizabeth had the magic dildo! Fuck! What if she didn't give it back? (Why did the idea of that excite me so much? Was it me? - or the magic?)

I sat on the floor with my back to the door, listening to the girl I had turned into my obedient slut use my magic dildo on her best friend's boyfriend's ass. They'd barely paused after that virile climax I'd witnessed.

"Oh, Liz," he moaned. "Your cock feels so good in my ass. Make me come again."

Elizabeth laughed. "And I thought I was a slut."

I couldn't see them. I couldn't see it, or touch it or smell it - or maybe I could smell it; the aroma of sex and seductive silicone infused the whole flat - but I could certainly hear it, or at least the smack of flesh against flesh each time Elizabeth pounded that shaft into Danny's eager ass.

I couldn't keep my hands still. If they weren't massaging my breasts and squeezing my swollen nipples, they were between my thighs, my fingers stroking my clit, and penetrating...

How perverse that I had spent the week fucking first my flatmate and now also my mum, but technically was still a virgin. What if it were me on that bed, not Danny? What if it were my ass and not Danny's that Elizabeth was pounding so vigorously? Would I be begging her to do it harder, to do it deeper, to make me cum?

What if it were my pussy? My cunt...

Just the thought of it was enough to push me over the edge. I cried out softly as I convulsed in solitary ecstasy, fingertips working my clit frantically.

I climbed wearily into bed and covered myself, shielding myself as much as possible from fucking next door, and was so tired that blessed sleep claimed me before long.

*

"Wake up, Mistress..."

Elizabeth was in my bed, straddling me where I lay on my front, naked, nothing in between me and the dildo pressing between the cheeks of my bum. My body, almost with a mind of its own, pressed up against that magical cock, a lustful moan escaping my lips. Never before in my life had I transitioned so abruptly from deep, peaceful sleep to such a burning need to be filled. "Take it off," I pleaded, a last desperate hope. "Please, Elizabeth. Let me wear it."

Not, in truth, that I wanted to, but for those first few moments of waking my fear of what I truly wanted made me fight that inevitability. "No, Mistress," she said, pinning my wrists to the bed. "Not until I've returned the pleasure you've given me so many times." She kissed my back and kissed my neck, and the silicone shaft glided back and forth between my cheeks.

I gasped as it brushed against that tight and so-sensitive ring of muscle, and pushed up automatically in an effort to intensify the sensation. Elizabeth chuckled. "I know you want it. I know you're just as big a slut as I am, Mistress." She repeated the motion, and again I writhed beneath her like a helpless, horny slut.

My resistance was melting rapidly, but I was still afraid. "I've never done it before."

"Don't worry. I came prepared." She picked up a bottle of lube and squirted a measure of thick, cold gel in the target area. I cried out in surprise as a finger pierced me there, slipping into my ass and fucking me gently. Just one finger, and even that felt big. How would I ever be able to handle something as thick as the dildo?

And yet, as she continued to work her finger in and out, I quickly grew accustomed to it, and when a second finger pushed in I enjoyed the way it stretched me that little bit more. I was soon thrusting back to meet those penetrating fingers, and increasingly eager for the real thing - however much it was likely to hurt.

"You want it, don't you?"

"I do." - And I did. More than that, I needed it. I needed it in me. I needed it to fuck me long and hard.

A third finger joined the others, and a fourth, stretching that tight entrance still more. The squelching of lubricant as she drove her fingers ever deeper was loud and obscene in my ears. "Let me hear you beg for it, Mistress," she whispered. "Beg me to fuck your ass with my huge black cock."

The last shreds of resistance dissipated like smoke in the wind. "Please, Elizabeth," I begged. "Please... Fuck my virgin ass with your huge black cock."

Elizabeth laughed joyfully. "Yes, Mistress." She positioned me the way she wanted me, bum raised and legs parted for her to kneel between, and I felt a thrill of terror and excitement as the head of that silicone cock nudged between my cheeks and pressed for entry.