The old house needed serious TLC. It looked like fucking shit, but it was doable. It would cost a mint, but the inheritance she received in her grandmother's will left her very wealthy. 30 million dollars wealthy to start. The remainder of her estate, valued at 3.5 billion would be hers if she could get the old house fixed up and ready to live in within a year. She knew she could get the house back to looking great again. She remember the old house from her childhood. She only visited a few times, but she remember what it used to look like, and money or no money, she had the skills to get it glorious again.
Amy stood in the dusty old living room amid the tarp covered furniture, cobwebs and years and years of dust. She was dressed in overalls rolled up to her calves, canvas shoes and a tight white tank top. A painters cap covered her short brown pixie cut hair. She wasn't sure why she wore the hat. The house was far from being ready for painting. She was pretty sure the exterminators needed to make a visit first.
She watched as a mouse scurried along the floor by the old stone fireplace. Dust covered an old burned log that probably sat there for over fifty years. She sighed and pulled a flashlight out of her back pocket and headed for the basement. The basement door opened fairly easily and she shined the light down. A long wooden set of stairs lead down to a concrete floor. The light switch was old too. One of those top and bottom push button deals. "Just lovely, if I see knob and tube wiring I am out of here." she grumbled, trying the buttons with no luck.
She stepped slowly down the stairs, looking down and behind her as she descended down, making sure no hockey mask wearing motherfucker was going to grab her ass. She looked around and saw the breaker boxes and smiled. They were old, but still modern...within the past fifty years at least. She opened them and checked everything out before lifting the handles and hearing them jump. Still dark. Shining her flashlight around she found a pull string chain and looked up to see a bulb. She pulled it and was pleasantly surprised when it lit up. "Yay!" she smiled, looking around. She found more lights and turned them on so that the basement was lit up pretty good. Nothing unusual was down there. Only toys, boxes of junk, bikes, furniture. Everything covered in dust if not covered in blankets. She checked the plumbing out, and again was happy to see that the plumbing was more modern and in good shape. She found the hot water heater and got it going. She was young and female, but Daddy didn't raise boys, he raised a daughter that could take care of herself.
She went upstairs next and found more of the same. Dust covered everything. Every room she went to was dusty, cobwebs everywhere, stale air. She opened windows where she could to air the place out. At the end of the hall was the attic. She opened the door to see a set of polished wood stairs. Not a fleck of dust or a single mouse dropping. No cobwebs either. The steps were made of beautifully polished dark oak, and as she stepped up, not a creak. Her eyes lit up when she poked her head up over the floor level entrance to see a beautiful painted attic room. The floors were polished and shined in the lights. The walls were painted with beautiful murals of clouds and stars, golden staircases and doors leading to different painted worlds amid symbols and strange writings. A large black high back leather chair sat in front of a beautifully golden framed mirror. The mirror itself was as large as a door. As she approached the mirror she could feel something flowing over her. A warmth, but a good warmth, like sliding into a warm bath.
The mirror was beautiful, and old, and judging by the gold framing, worth a fortune. She smiled and ran her fingers gently along the intricately carved designs of naked men and women. She smiled in delight at the details on the carvings. The men all had large penises and the women were shapely with large breasts and sexy round asses. The details were so intricate she could actually see the little folds in the women's vaginas or the veins in the men's penises. Her own vagina was getting heated the longer she looked at the mirror. The more she touched it the more aroused she became. She felt a tingle rush through her as her pussy grew wet and she slid a hand between her legs without even thinking and felt herself with a gentle squeeze.
The mirror started to hum as she touched it and herself. She pulled her fingers back from the mirror and walked around it. It was just a mirror. No electrical cords. She touched it again. Nothing. No hum. She slid her hand down and pressed her fingers against her crotch and touch the mirror. It started to hum again, and as she rubbed the crotch of her overalls, the mirror began to glow. She smiled and walked around to the front and looked at herself in the reflection. She looked back at the big leather chair and grinned as she reached up and removed the straps to her overalls and let them drop. She had her back to the mirror as she pulled and then pushed her overalls down and kicked them aside. She stood in her tank top and white cotton panties. She was wet already. She could feel the dampness as she slid her fingers down over the crotch of her panties. She had used mirrors before when she masturbated, she liked the feeling of watching herself. It was an innocent, but naughty little thrill in her eyes. It aroused her. She was young and independent, experimental. She had lovers, both men and women. She enjoyed both, but there was something sexy about herself, watching herself that aroused her inner most desires.
She would fuck herself if given the chance. She wished that she could too! She turned and looked at the mirror at herself and pulled up her tank top to expose her small, perky breasts. They were easily covered by her palms, just little ones, but they were soft and firm with nice pink nipples that stiffened under her touch. Amy smiled as she gently toyed with her nipples in front of the mirror. As she did the mirror began to glow and her reflection faded away. An image of a man appeared. He was tall with thick dark hair and big lean muscles. He was naked too and posing in front of the mirror. He was hung like a horse too! Amy looked at the mirror and smiled in delight. "This fucker is magic!"
The man in the mirror sat down and Amy noticed it was in the chair behind her. She looked around the room and realized the man was in the same room, only opposite since he was the reflection. She looked down at him as he sat and stroked is massive cock.
"Oh fuck he's getting busy." she smiled, sitting down. She watched as he opened the arm of the chair and found lubricants and took one out. He dipped his fingers in and then slid them over his cock. She looked down at the arms and lifted up. They both opened. One side had jars and bottles or various massage oils and lotions while the other was empty. "Probably for your favorite toy maybe?" She wondered. She closed the arms and looked back at the man. He was gliding his hand over his cock slowly. His head was resting back as he enjoyed himself. His eyes were closed as he stroked. His cock as thick and powerful looking with veins that went up to a large swollen head. It had a nice curve to it too! Her pussy was screaming at her as she watched, but she let it. She knew the man in the mirror, and even though she watched and was turned on by watching, she didn't feel right about jerking off with her grandfather, Archibald Hartford. But she smiled as she wondered what it would be like to ride his cock.
"Grandma got to ride that beast though." She smiled. "Go grandpa!" She watched as a woman entered the image in the mirror. He was young and beautiful with a body similar to hers. Soft, yet firm too, with smallish breasts and a pixie haircut. "Whoa!" She said as the woman turned around to face her and it was her! Her reflection winked at her as she sank down on his large cock and Amy watched as she slid slowly up and down the 10 inch member. Amy could feel the sensation of his large member entering her as if she were actually getting penetrated. She could feel his rigid heat and the girth as it filled her. She looked down and saw nothing, but she felt him just as she watched them in the mirror. She held on as she glided in and out of her, filling her pussy with his giant cock. She felt incredible and loved the sensation of him inside her, causing her pleasure she had never felt with a man before
Grandpa had his hands on her hips and easily guided her up and down and then lifted her up so that he held her up in the air and pumped his cock into her. Amy sat stunned, unable to move as she watched the incestuous action in the mirror. She felt the pumping sensations in her as her pussy rushed through one wave of orgasm after another. Her own clit was throbbing and her pussy dripping. She was moaning in the mirror and as she sat in the chair writhing in orgasmic ecstasy as grandpa pounded his big cock into her tight little pussy. He set her down and bent her over the chair with their asses facing her. He lubed her up and as her reflection fingered herself, grandpa slid his big cock into her ass. Amy felt the pressure and the pain and the pleasure in her tiny rectum. She reached down and felt her rectum. It was tight and closed, but it felt like he was inside her, pounding her ass gently but with enough thrust to get themselves off.
She felt the sensation of his hot load inside her he he came in the reflection version of her. Nothing dripped from her sore ass, but she felt the warmth inside her. She herself felt her orgasm as her body felt a rush wash over her and she looked down to see she had climaxed without even touching herself. Her reflection did the same, cumming and dripping hot juices over his pounding cock.
