Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!
Who-is-who
: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister Cindy, who is engaged to Jason.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Their neighbors are Simon and Caroline.
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Dad was a passionate poker player. Twice a month, he and his friends would come together and play all night long. Tonight, it was dad's turn to host the game. In preparation, he had bought enough beer and snacks to supply a small encampment and he had asked mom to be the side entertainment. The guys always met around 6.30pm so that they could start playing around 7pm. Due to our shopping spree, mom, Cindy and I arrived almost ten minutes late. When we walked into the living room, carrying quite a few shopping bags, the guys were already there, standing around the dining room table, laughing, drinking and snacking.
"Sorry I am late, guys," mom said as she put her bags down on the couch and started unbuttoning her long overcoat. Barry, one of dad's colleagues from work, put down his beer, wiped off his hands on his shirt and moved towards the living room, ogling mom.
"You wouldn't believe how many people decided to go shopping today," mom said as she stepped out of her black high heels and started unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt.
"From the crowds at some of the stores, you'd think it was Christmas or something," mom continued as she let her skirt slide down her legs and started unbuttoning her white blouse, as she moved towards the other couch.
Meanwhile Barry had taken off his jeans and was wanking his dick, approaching mom.
"And then there was a traffic jam up on fifth..." mom said as she dropped her blouse and unclasped her bra.
"... apparently some smock ran a red, collided with another car and blocked the entire intersection as a result," she rambled on as she threw her bra on the ground and pulled her panties down to her feet. After stepping out of them, she got on her back on the couch and spread her legs as wide as she could, opening herself up for Barry, who was nearly in position.
"Is this okay?" mom asked, looking down, "I can take them off as well, if you like," referring to her brown stockings, the only piece of clothing she still had on.
"No Cynthia, it's fine," Barry said as he kneeled on the couch in between her legs and nudged his hard cock against her entrance.
"You're beautiful," he complimented her as he began fucking her, wild and fast. Clearly having saved up for the occasion, poor Barry didn't last more than thirty seconds. As he collapsed on top of her, grunting and moaning, mom patted him on the back as she looked at us with a grin on her face, both surprised and amused at the speed with which Barry had shot his load into her.
Barry had barely gotten up, or this second guy, Mark, took his place and shoved his cock up mom's cunt.
"Hi Mark," mom whispered as she felt his cock ramming into her.
"Hi Cynthia," he grunted as he grabbed one of her tits and started mauling it roughly. Mom just lay there, looking up at him, feeling him pound into her, but not really deriving any immediate pleasure from it.
Mark lasted only slightly longer than Barry. When he was about to cum, he pulled out his cock and ejaculated all over mom's tummy and bush. As he was still wiping his cock off on her inner thigh, mom asked, "Okay, who's next boys?"
"I am... can I shove it up your ass, Cynthia?" a third guest asked.
"Sure Dave," mom replied, having recognized his voice.
"Girls, could you go get the lube from my nightstand please?" mom asked as she looked at us.
"No, that's okay, I brought my own," Dave said.
"All right then," mom said as she got up and walked around the couch, leaning over the back of it, presenting her ass towards the guys and facing Cindy and me.
Dave reached in his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube, unzipped his pants and applied a generous amount of the stuff all over his hard cock. Then, he stepped up to mom, wedged his cock in between her ass cheeks and asked, "Ready Cynthia?"
Mom nodded and said, "Sure, but start slow will ya?"
"Sure thing hon," he replied as he shoved his slippery shaft up mom's rectum. Her initial discomfort was quite noticeable -- as her face was directed at us -- but she took it like a true slut. After a minute or so, she started to relax and even enjoy the ass fucking she was getting.
"Here we go," Dave grunted, sensing mom was ready to crank things up a notch, and began really ramming his cock into her, making her grunt and moan with every shove. With his hands on her ass cheeks, he started pulling her towards him with every thrust, delivering even bigger impacts. Mom squealed like a pig, but she had been through worse.
After a minute or two, Dave blew his load up mom's ass, pulled out and gave her a hard slap on her right ass cheek. As he stepped back and zipped up his pants, mom turned around -- a bit wobbly, but still ready for more -- and smiled, "I guess it's your turn, Ben," looking at the last participant.
"I am good for now, thanks Cynthia, my son's girlfriend gave me a handjob about half an hour ago," he replied, sipping from his beer.
"Ok then, time for the main course," mom said playfully as she looked at dad, who was sitting at the far side of the dining room table, "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Get your ass over here," he said.
Mom did as she was told and waited obediently for his next command.
"Put your right foot on the chair," dad said, shifting around in his seat to make room.
Mom carefully placed her foot in between his legs and waited, her arms hanging limp by her side.
"Take it off," dad said, referring to her thigh-high -- the only piece of clothing she had on.
Mom smiled as she grabbed the silicone band of the stocking with both hands and started rolling it down her leg, as slow and as sexy as she could. Needless to say, her little performance was driving dad crazy. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, whipped out his cock and started jacking himself off.
As soon as the stocking was off, dad said, "Now put it in your mouth!"
Mom slowly crumpled the stocking up into a ball and started stuffing it into her wide open mouth.
Several ooh's and aah's resounded through the room as she submitted to him. It was obvious that he was trying to impress his friends by asserting dominance over her -- and perhaps humiliate her just a little bit in the process, but mom was more than willing to let him.
"Now, get on your fucking knees," he said as he kept beating his fat prick. Mom took her bare foot off his chair and sank to her knees, instinctively reaching out and replacing his hand with her own, wrapping it loosely around his shaft and started giving him a wild handjob in front of his friends. Meanwhile she kept looking him in the eye, her mouth stuffed with stocking. Everyone knew what was next; there was only one way for this to end: dad was going to shoot his load in her face. Mom not only knew, but seemed to long for it, as she started whacking off more passionately as time went on and dad started enjoying himself louder and louder.
Several minutes later, meeting everyone's expectations, dad suddenly grabbed his cock and started jacking off like a wild man, shouting, "Oh yeah, take it slut!" Poor mom got a colossal squirt right between the eyes, followed by several more thick ropes all over her face. Dad had clearly been saving up for this opportunity. Mom, except for closing her eyes, didn't move a muscle and simply took everything he shot at her, like a true cum slut. When he was done, he smiled down at her and blew her a little kiss. She chuckled and got up, taking the stocking out of her mouth and using it to scoop most of dad's cream off her face.
"So, are you boys going to be okay for a few minutes, while I go upstairs and change?" she asked rhetorically as she walked over to Cindy and me, naked except for the one stocking. She didn't bother with the rest of her clothes -- leaving them on the floor of the living room -- and simply picked up her shopping bags, before walking into the hallway and heading up the stairs.
Upstairs, we each headed to our own room. While Cindy started unpacking and trying on some of the things she'd bought, I couldn't get my mind off sex. I kept replaying all the things I had seen -- and done -- today, but in the end it seemed that mom's little performance downstairs had gotten to me, more than anything else. About a minute later, -- acting out of sheer lust -- I walked into the master bedroom, where mom was making the final touches to her outfit.
I froze and openly leered at mom's hot body. She was wearing a black, lace, see-through bra with matching panties and little black ankle-high boots. To complete her shameless outfit, she was putting on long, black, fingerless gloves. She looked like a whore, a classy one... but a whore nonetheless. Mom noticed me standing there and turned around as she finished putting on the second glove.
"So, how do I look?" she whispered, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the right.
"Fucking awesome!" I replied truthfully.
"You think your father and his friends will like it?" she asked, a little insecure as she turned and looked at herself in her mirror again.
"Are you kidding me?" I replied, "They'll probably spend more time inside of you than at the table playing cards."
"Good," she smiled, "That's what cunts are for, right?"
With that, she winked at me and walked right passed me, into the hallway.
"Do you have to go down right away?" I blurted out as I turned around to face her.
She stopped and turned, looked me up and down for a brief moment and asked, "Why?"
"I uh... I really like the outfit," I stammered, realizing I was probably not getting the message across.
"What's up, Jamie?" mom asked, not one to beat around the bush.
"I wanna stick my tongue up your cunt," I blurted out.
