OK. Here is another MILF housewife being turned into a bisexual gang bang slut. No actual incest in this one, but mom and daughter are used at the same time in front of the son and dad.
Notes: I self-edit, so don't bother with comments about getting an editor. I won't even bother to read them. All persons are over 18-years old. This is fiction, meaning that I made the story up in my warped mind. It isn't real. This had non-consensual sex (obviously, since that's where I am submitting it to) Group sex, gang bangs, Lesbian sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, and lots of orgasms. Read at your own risk.
"OH GOD! YES, YES, YES! FUCK MY ASS!!!"
Yes, that was me crying out in bliss as my formerly virgin ass was being fucked by his 8-inch cock. At least it wasn't that 11-inch monster that Meat (yes, that really was his nickname) was swinging around -- yet. I had no illusions that I would be taking that up my ass as well before they were through with me. Right now, he was busy plowing into Amy, my 21-year-old daughter. Her cries of pleasure were currently being muffled by another cock in her mouth. All my husband Bob could do was watch in horror at the carnal events taking place in front of him. He and our 18-year-old son were currently sitting tied to the tree in our front yard as the biker gang used us for their pleasure. We were on hour 4 of what they told us was to be a week-long experience. OK, perhaps some background here.
I'm Susan Clifford. Currently, I'm 39-years old, about to turn 40 next month. Good, you can do math. Yes, I gave birth to my daughter when I was 18. I actually did get pregnant on my honeymoon. Bob and I were high school sweethearts and got married about a month after graduation. No one was surprised. We lived (and still do) in a small town in Montana. Both his and my family are small ranchers with enough acreage to have a decent life. After we were married for a few years, his parents wanted to live in town, and they 'sold' the ranch to Bob and me. The only money that actually changed hands was on paper. They basically gave it to us with the understanding that they would be taken care of and keep them comfortable in town. It was a good deal for all of us. As far as neighbors were concerned, our closest neighbor was about five miles away, as the crow flies, but 10-miles of driving. Needless to say, we were pretty secluded.
So, we were married, and 9-months later Amy came into our lives. A few years after that, Josh was born. I had a difficult time with Josh, so I had the doctor fix things when they took him out with a C-section. No more worries about getting pregnant again. Oh, sure, we wouldn't have minded another one or two, but the doctor strongly advised against that. We accepted the advice and moved forward.
So, you are probably wondering what I look like. I'm just shy of 40-years old. No, I don't spend hours at the gym. I live on a ranch, there isn't a gym close by. Instead, there are hay bales to move, fence wire to string, post holes to dig, corral rails to mend, calves to lift and hold, horses to wrangle, wood to split and stack, the garden to tend, seriously? Do you really need me to go through everything? Well, perhaps you city slickers need me to, but I just don't feel the need to waste my time. Suffice to say, I keep in pretty damn good shape. I'm a smidgen under 5'6" tall, my ginger hair actually goes to my waist when I have it down, my legs are shapely and muscular, my ass seems to cause men (and not just a few women) to run into stationary objects when I do the shopping in town while wearing tight leggings, and my bra size is a healthy 38DD. As I mentioned, working on the ranch keeps you in shape. My stomach is trim and flat, and my hips flair nicely to 38-inch measurement. Now, you all know that a true ginger doesn't tan. Typically, we just burn. That is mostly true, but, as with anything, it can be changed. Four decades of working in the sun will do that. I still have a smattering of dark freckles over my nose, but my face, arms, and legs are deeply tanned. The only true white part on me are my bikini lines. Yes, I do lay out when the weather is nice, and I get the chance. I keep my copper-colored pubic hair neatly trimmed in a small triangle for my husband. I should also note my slim nose, pouty lips, large green eyes, high cheekbones, and dimples on both cheeks when I smile.
My daughter, Amy, is a younger version of me. No, I'm not gonna say that we could be mistaken for twins. That's just stupid. She's almost two decades younger than me. It's fucking obvious that I'm her mother, not her sister. Get a fucking clue. She looks a lot like I did when I was in my twenties, though. Her tits aren't as big as mine are now, but that's because I had two kids. Still, she has a nice set of 36D's bolted to her chest. I know, because I've done her laundry and saw the tags on her bras. Get your warped minds out of the gutter. No, we don't 'fool around' with each other.
So, Bob. Yes, he's a handsome man. He's 6'2" tall, blonde hair, in really good shape, and has a nice 7-inch cock. He's strong from working on the ranch his entire life. He weighs in at a solid 220-pounds. He's one of the gentlest souls on the planet. That's one of the things that first attracted me to him. He's great looking, and a really sweet man. I absolutely love making love to him. He is, and always has been, the only man for me. We gave each other our virginities on the night of our senior prom, and neither of us has ever had sex with anyone else.
Josh will end up looking just like his dad, except that he has a hint of red in his blonde hair. Right now, he is more of a bean pole. He's 6'1" tall but weighs in at a mere 120-pounds. He will fill out, but it just hasn't caught up with him yet. Yes, yes, yes, you want to know about his cock. It had been years since I have seen it. In fact, I wouldn't have been able to tell you about it except for current events. I had stopped giving him baths or helping him get dressed over a decade ago. Unfortunately, today happened. He is about a half inch longer and a touch thicker than his father. No, I didn't actually measure him, but I was kind of forced to look at both of them naked side by side.
So, what the fuck happened? To be honest, it was just our fucking bad luck. As I said, we live on the ranch. It's about 20-miles outside of town and rather secluded from anything else. Amy had arrived home from her Junior year of college. Josh had just graduated from high school and was set to join his sister for the fall semester at the University of Arizona. We had been visiting Bob's parents in town that morning, and we had just gotten back home to have lunch before getting to the chores for the afternoon. As Bob was parking the truck in front of the barn, I was plotting on how I would send the kids out to do the chores away from the house so I could drag Bob into the bedroom for some quality alone time featuring his cock and my needy pussy.
We had absolutely no chance. There were 15 of them. 10 men and 5 women. They surrounded the car just as we were getting out. We never even saw them until it was too late. Yes, Bob is a big guy, but three of them were even bigger than him. On top of that, they had weapons, and we didn't. It really wouldn't have mattered. Fifteen against four. 10 men against one man and just a boy. Five women against me and my daughter. It really didn't matter how you looked at it, we were vastly outnumbered, outgunned, and outplayed. Resistance was obviously futile, as the Star Trek show once said. Our chances of defense were actually in the negative numbers. We didn't even hesitate; surrender was the lone option. Little did we know what that was to entail. We simply looked from one to the other and glumly raised our hands in defeat.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. This might be a more enjoyable hideout than I thought." The big man in front of us said.
"Look, if you want money, you can see that we really don't have much. This is a family farm, and, while we do OK, there really isn't much extra here." Bob answered.
The big guy laughed. "Oh, don't worry about that. We're really not looking for any money from you. I know what it's like to have a small farm. Moneys tight. Besides, with the score we just got, we really don't need the extra couple bucks that you might have sitting around. No, all we are looking for is just a quiet place to hide out for about a week before we can head out again."
Well, that really didn't sound too bad. At least they weren't going to rob us blind. If only. Maybe that would have been better. We were shuffled into the house. It was explained to us that they had robbed a large bank and were hiding out from the authorities. They managed to escape the initial chase and led them in the other direction before doubling back. Traveling at night and separately, they regrouped and looked for somewhere to lay low for a week before moving on to Mexico for a few years. The search was being conducted about a hundred miles North and looking in the opposite direction. As long as they kept hidden, no one would ever think to look in this direction for them.
As I said, Bob is a big guy. Even though they knew he wouldn't stand a chance against all of them, they were still wary of the damage he might be able to do on a couple of them. Even Josh was a concern for one or two of them. They didn't want to take any chances, so they bound Bob and Josh to chairs as they had Amy and I fix lunch. No, they didn't trust us. They had a couple of their women watching us to make sure we didn't slip anything 'extra' in the food.
Lunch was rather stiff. The four of us were obviously nervous. We were informed that they would be staying here for at least a week to let things cool down before leaving. Their bikes were parked in the barn, which is why we hadn't seen them when we got home. It turned out that it was really a random decision to come to our ranch. They needed to get off the road and hide, and just chose our driveway to enter. They discovered that no one was home when they arrived and hid their bikes in the barn. Then they hid and waited for us to get home.
Lunch was done, and Amy and I cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. We informed the gang about the chores that needed to be done, and they allowed us to do what was needed. Of course, they kept a close watch on us as we were feeding the animals and watering the garden. There were a few other minor chores that we typically did, but they weren't critical, so we put them off. By the time we were done, it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. It was a nice summer day, so the big man, who we were introduced to as Bones, decided that we should relax outside. Bones seemed to be the leader of the group, as everyone deferred to him and his decisions.
I simply couldn't believe what he just said. We were out in the front yard, relaxing with a glass of wine. Sure, me, Bob, Amy, and Josh were apprehensive. After all, we were surrounded by several people we did not know, and they appeared to be bad people. They were running from the authorities and had hinted at breaking the law. Still, they seemed to be somewhat polite to us so far. Really, all they had asked for to this point was some food, and they had indicated that they would be staying here for a week. Therefore, it was quite a shock when I heard what was demanded of me. I guess that I should have anticipated it, but there were still five women there for them.
