Family Ties

Chapter One

"You know why we asked you to come here, don't you?" said Imelda to her daughter-in-law Cindy.

"I've no idea," replied the 21-year-old.

"I thought you wanted to catch up with our news," added the ash blonde, looking at her husband Josh for moral support, given her mother-in-law's unfriendly tone.

"Perhaps you would be so good as to fill her in," said Imelda, turning to her son, who was sitting next to her at the kitchen table.

Cindy never liked it when they ganged up against her, making her feel vulnerable and alone.

"My mother told me that you seduced my father," Josh said solemnly, raising his eyes to look his wife directly in the face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Cindy - inwardly enraged that Collin could have ratted on her.

"But that's not all," added Josh, looking at his mother, who bowed her head demurely, as if she knew what was coming next - which of course she did.

"My mother also tells me that you took advantage of her good nature by forcing yourself upon her when she was kind enough to take some portraits of you for your portfolio."

This time, Cindy didn't know where to look or what to say. She just wished the ground were open and swallow her up.

"I - she - look," she stuttered.

She knew she had to brazen it out. It represented her best chance of getting out of this mess.

"She took me to her bedroom. I didn't need to force myself on her. She pinned me on the bed, ripped off my bikini bottoms, stuck her tongue in my mouth and began fingering me. She kept going even when I made it clear I wanted her to stop."

Josh couldn't believe his luck. He'd hit paydirt almost immediately. His cock had hardened unbelievably. He wanted to take it upstairs right there and then, but a little voice told him that he would reap a much richer dividend if he exercised a little patience. Something made especially difficult when his mother placed her hand (unseen by Cindy) on his massive erection.

"That's not what I heard at all," he said with what was, in the circumstances, remarkable composure.

"Well, it's true," retorted his wife, with half a thought of getting up from the table and walking out of the house.

"I hope you're not calling my mother a liar," he said, placing his hand on his mother's knee, enjoying the feeling of the nylon on his skin.

"Look," Cindy said, deciding to change her tune and play the role of appeaser. "It was consensual."

"My mother said she was traumatized," said Josh, working hard to keep a straight face.

It worked. To Cindy his face looked like thunder.

"She loved it!" Cindy said, more shrilly than she had intended.

"But that still leaves us with my father," Josh went on, shaking his head while wearing a very sorrowful expression.

"Slipping over late at night when you knew my mother was in Chicago and I was overnighting at a Rotary event, wearing nothing -

nothing

! - except a tiny dress, intent on one thing and one thing only: seducing my father. My father, who has

never

strayed all the years he has been married to my mother."

Here Josh gave a meaningful look at Imelda, who responded by sniffling a tad melodramatically and running her nails the length of her son's tumescent, caged penis.

"And daring to wear white!" Josh raged at his wife. "The color of purity! The color of virginity!"

Seeing that Cindy had nothing to say, he decided to press home his advantage.

"You couldn't even wait till you got him upstairs," Josh thundered. "Forcing him to enter you on the couch. And, oh my god! I don't believe you said this - telling him that you had wanted him from the moment you first set your eyes on him."

"Okay," said Cindy, deciding enough was enough. "I want you to drive me home right now. So what if I fucked your mother and your father? They both wanted it. Maybe they don't get their kicks inside marriage any more. Talking of which, we haven't made love for more than a week. Maybe you're getting what you need with hookers!"

"Don't you dare talk to my son like that!" said Imelda - genuinely upset, since it was with

her

that he had been satisfying his deepest sexual desires.

She compensated for her feelings of unhappiness by squeezing her son's cock and thinking back a couple of days to his lunchtime visit when, on the pretext of entertaining a client, he had come home, taken her upstairs and unloaded two portions of his precious seed inside her - one in her pussy, the other up her tight back passage.

"Josh," Imelda finally said, snapping herself out of her reverie. "I think we need to take your wife in hand - to teach her that her lascivious ways will not be tolerated."

"Yes," she continued after a pause. "And to take every measure necessary to curb her libido. Otherwise, I'm afraid she stands in real danger of becoming a disgrace to our family, and very probably too the town slut."

Very pleased with this little speech, which was quite impromptu, Imelda handed the baton over to her son. She could trust him to get the little minx where they both wanted her, which was on the super-king size bed with her clothes off and her legs wide apart. After all, for all her faults and all her annoying traits, she was still super hot and eminently fuckable.

What Cindy did next took neither of them by surprise. She picked up her pink clutch bag, which matched the front-buttoned pink denim knee-length dress she was wearing, and made a dash for the front door. Neither Imelda nor Josh so much as moved a muscle. They knew that all the doors leading out of the house had been centrally locked. After a minute or so, during which they heard the girl dashing about the house being frustrated at every turn, she returned to the kitchen red-faced and in quite a rage.

"Open the fucking door and let me out!" she screamed at them.

"Cindy, however strongly you feel, I will not

tolerate

such language in my house," Imelda said, looking towards her son for the support she was certain would come.

"I think this calls for an intervention," said Josh, moving slowly to a drawer and taking out a pair of handcuffs and a scarlet mouth gag with a black leather strap.

"You wouldn't dare!" said Cindy, walking up to her husband in a courageous, if misguided, show of bravado.

In the wink of an eye, he had her hands pinned behind her back and the cuffs clicked into place.

"You bastard!" she cried - the last words she was able to utter before her mother-in-law deftly and painlessly applied the oral restraint.

"Let's take this upstairs," said Josh evenly. "You seem to have a particular penchant for my parents' bed."

Cindy attempted to spit some venom at her husband, but all that could be made out was a faint gurgling. When she refused to budge an inch, Josh simply lifted her in his arms - her white heels falling to the ground, where they were to remain for the following three hours.

Imelda went ahead to open the door to the bedroom, closing and locking it while her son lay the object of both of their desires on the bed - on her side, so she wouldn't get hurt.

"Unbutton her dress," Josh told his mother, who got on the bed, not caring that her fawn coloured skirt rode up her thighs, the slit allowing her daughter-in-law a peek of her apricot colour panties.

Starting from the top, Imelda undid the large buttons slowly, pausing when the fifth button was unfastened to take in the sight of those superbly firm tits filling the pink bra.

"Look!" she called to Josh. "Her nipples are already stiff!"

"She truly has the heart of a harlot," Josh responded. "You're quite right - we need to protect her from herself. Otherwise, she'll be walking the streets like a hooker and I'll be the butt of every kind of joke at the Rotary Club."

The object of his concern was still struggling a little, but the presence of the cuffs was having a pacifying effect. Or was it, Josh wondered, as he watched his mother unbutton the next couple of buttons on her dress, that she was up for this? Was she getting turned on by the idea of being taken "against her will" by the two of them? Had she perhaps fantasized about submitting to them together?

By the time his mother had unbuttoned the last button and opened the dress wide, the answer to his questions was all too plain to see. A damp patch was discoloring her flimsy panties - the moisture causing the garment to lose its shape, as the material was gathered up into her moist gash, like an unwary animal being sucked into a swamp.

"My god!" cried Imelda. "The slut! The fucking slut! [forgetting her own strictures about foul language in her house] All that huffing and puffing and screaming blue murder! When the only thing she wants is to get a thorough fucking!"

"Perhaps, then," suggested her son, "in her own best interests we should grant her her wish and I should drive her home immediately."

Imelda pretended to think this over, rubbing her chin with her hand, while taking a furtive look at Cindy. How the look in her eyes had changed! Instead of rage, her primary emotion was now one of fear - fear and desperation. Fear that she would be forcibly removed from this bed and made to return home; desperation because her libido had been taken to a place where it had never been (even in her imagination), and she couldn't bear to think of it being denied the satisfaction which it craved.

"Yes," said Imelda. "Why don't you untie her? Let her walk home. The exercise would do her good."

Josh undid the cuffs and removed the gag. Rather than put her dress back on and leave, Cindy remained where she was. Not only that, she lay on her back with her legs stretched straight out before her - not together, but a few inches apart. Josh looked at Imelda and nodded. What happened next was something that would stay in Cindy's mind for ever. In spite of everything that was to follow, it was this simple act that opened her eyes to the type of relationship that her husband shared with his mother.

Very deliberately, without any prelude or request for permission - and without any embarrassment on either side - Josh began to undo the buttons on his mother's blouse. Having slipped it off over her shoulders, he got his mother to kneel and unzipped her skirt, finding the hidden zipper with the ease of someone who'd performed this operation many times before. When she was, like her daughter-in-law, in just her bra and panties, he leant forward and kissed her on the lips.

"She's all yours," he told her.

Cindy looked from one to the other, the light dawning on her at last. While she expected to feel disgusted, she found instead that she was incredibly aroused - her mind filled with images of Josh ramming his cock inside his mother's greedy pussy. As if she knew what Cindy was thinking about, Imelda removed her own panties, brazenly parted her labia with her fingers, inserted a finger into her vagina, then withdrew it and began lewdly licking off the juices that coated it.

Still with her bra on, she turned to face her son - who hadn't moved from his position beside the bed - then slowly descended onto Cindy's face.

"Eat her out!" her husband commanded her, turned on by the sight of the woman he loved the most squatting over the woman he had married.

Once he was satisfied that Cindy was doing a decent job, Josh took off his clothes, turning round ninety degrees so that his mother could see him in profile. But she wasn't looking at his face; her gaze was consumed with his massive erection. And not just with that. The sight of his ball bag hanging so low told her all she needed to know about the reservoir of sperm he had stored up - all for her!

How much she wanted to call him over and get to work on that cannon! The girl was doing an okay job on her pussy, but she felt so frustrated when she had such an expert mouth and such deft hands, and yet nothing to keep them occupied. But she knew that she must abide by the plan that she had hatched with her son. He would be angry with her if she let him down, and the thought of that she just couldn't countenance. In the end, she had to content herself with making faces at her son - grotesquely distending her mouth in imitation of the effect his monstrous love-muscle would have on it when she finally got to wrap her lips around it.

Whatever the obstacles she was facing in terms of Imelda's mind being on other things (

one

other thing, in particular), Cindy was assiduous in giving pleasure to her mother-in-law. The thought that she was preparing Imelda for her very own son to invade with his penis (the penis which she thought, despite her own infidelities, would always be reserved for her alone) had a terrible effect on Cindy. It made her literally tremble - so much so that Imelda thought that she was on the point of coming.

Although, on the one hand, the idea of such a disgusting incestuous relationship horrified her, on the other hand, she was becomingly tremendously excited. As she lashed out at Imelda's pussy with all the strength she possessed, she couldn't deny the fact that part of her wanted to see her husband pound his very own flesh and blood with an abandon bordering on the violent.

Not unpredictably, perhaps, this was exactly the image Imelda was using to bring herself closer to the orgasm which she desperately needed. The combination of Cindy's expert tongue work and the sight of her son masturbating madly, as he sought relief of his own, was in the event quite enough to push her over the edge - her cries triggering an instant response in her son, who didn't even bother to catch his sperm in his hands, so that it flew in a rainbow-like arc across the bedroom.

Determined not to be the odd one out, Cindy drove her fingers into her tiny snatch and climaxed powerfully - her cries muffled by the older woman's cunt, before Imelda slumped forward onto Cindy's belly, her mouth just inches from the girl's shaven slit, inside which her fingers still worked, if only perfunctorily.

The plan had been for Josh and Imelda to double-team Cindy (with the aid of Imelda's strap-on) at this point, but things were going so swimmingly that Josh was happy to tweak things a bit, even if it meant his own entry into the fray would be delayed.

"Suck her sweet cunt!" he urged his mother, aware that the position she had ended up in very much allowed for the possibility of a sixty-nine.

Cindy was content to be on the receiving end for a while, at least, especially given Imelda's top notch cunnilingus skills. Her father-in-law, Collin, was equally good in that department, which left Cindy wondering why his son (

her

husband) so often didn't seem to have his mind on the job. The answer wasn't difficult to see - literally; for Josh had walked round Cindy's side of the bed to get a better look at his mother's ass and her thick cunt lips, and Cindy could only watch on as he rubbed his cock with the aim of returning it to its former length and girth. Suffice to say, the process didn't take long.

Despite herself, Cindy reached out and took his penis in her hand, raking the underside with her nails the way he liked it.

"Yeah, babe," he purred, wanting to feed his shaft to her right there and then.

However, his mother had staked out her claim to Cindy and he knew he would just have to wait. But it gave him an idea. How he'd love his wife to give him a blowjob before he rammed his cock inside her tight pussy! When he thought of his mother, armed with her eight-inch strap-on dildo, crouching above him on the bed ramming her appendage inside his wife's dainty asshole, his cock twitched violently. It was immediately evident that the blowjob would have to wait.

Cindy had never let him take her there, so the idea of his mother taking her anal virginity turned him on something rotten. Little did he know that his father had beaten them all to it just a couple of months before.

Like the good sport she was, Cindy was soon doing her bit, chowing down once more on the lush folds she found so fascinating - so different from her own minimalistic architecture. By now, desperate to get involved in the action, Josh did his best to speed things up by running his finger up and down his mother's rear crack. Licking his middle finger, he massaged her anus for perhaps half a minute before pushing it inside her. His mother moaned and took out her frustrations on Cindy, bringing her to a climax, which she wasn't able to savor for even a few seconds. For Josh, like a director blocking a scene, was already getting everyone into position on the bed for what he intended to be the first feature of that afternoon's matinee presentation.

Lying part way up the bed, he told his wife to mount him in a crouching position. Pleased that Imelda appeared to be out of the equation, Cindy eased herself onto his swollen penis, looking forward to showing her mother-in-law the kind of pleasure she could give her husband.

Unseen by her, Imelda had crossed the room and extracted from her bag an equally monstrous black dildo, which she proceeded to attach to a black leather harness. Having applied a liberal coating of lube, she stood silently behind the unsuspecting Cindy, more turned on than she thought she would be by the sight of her boy cudgelling the blonde's tight twat.

She was on the point of entering the girl's similarly proportioned pink puckered anal opening with her fearsome weapon when she thought better of it, returning to her bag to fetch the lube. Squeezing a dollop onto her fingers, she rubbed it over the slattern's tight bud.

Cindy yelped theatrically and asked her what she was doing.

"Surely you won't deny me what you have already granted my husband?" Imelda replied.

Chapter Two

She thought back to the time a few weeks ago when she had forced a confession out of Collin after finding stains on the couch. She honestly believed her husband didn't have it in him. She had imagined that he had been masturbating to some porn while she was away on her photography course. When he had told her that Cindy had come over unannounced one evening wearing a short white dress and had started crying over problems she was having in her marriage, rather than feeling angry and betrayed, Imelda had felt incredibly excited.

She had to keep that excitement out of her voice, as she told Collin he must tell her all that had happened, if he wanted to save their marriage. And so out it all came: the fellatio Cindy had performed on him, the tittie play that had brought Cindy to a shattering orgasm, and the frenzied fucking on the couch, which had left the telltale signs.

Imelda wanted to fuck her husband so badly as she lay in bed listening to his confession, but contented herself with slipping a finger down onto her clitoris as surreptitiously as she could manage. Telling him as severely as she could that she would need time to reflect on their relationship going forward, she turned over on her side and switched off the bedside light. Rather than turning off the lamp on his side, Collin coughed nervously and told her there was more.

At first, Imelda thought he must have strayed with another woman. It was when Collin (somewhat incoherent in his embarrassment) began talking about being in the shower with "her" that Imelda realized he'd taken Cindy upstairs - to

her

bedroom!

"So you fucked her there too?!" she cried, scarcely able to control her emotions, caring little whether he would be able to pick up the vibrations of her finger violently massaging her swollen nub.

"Oh, darling! I'm so sorry," Collin was close to breaking down.

"But, no," he continued, pulling himself together. "I just washed her back."

"Oh, how caring!" said Imelda, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"At first, anyway," continued Collin. "But when she turned round, I'm afraid I lost my self-control."