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!
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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.
Jason's mom is Lorna.
Miranda is Cindy's best friend.
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In Heaven, there are slow days, and then there are days when everything seems to happen all at once, and the day just ends up as one big fuck- and cumfest. Like the Friday I am about to tell you about. It started off in the middle of the night, when I suddenly felt a big, fat cock pushing against my backdoor. Drowsy, I poked my head up and glanced at the illuminated alarm clock, which showed 2.21am. Too tired to move, let alone resist, I put my head in my pillow and moaned until my ass had been fully penetrated. Since whoever was back there hadn't bothered with lube, it was a rather unfriendly and nasty experience. Still, I didn't complain and took it like a slut.
As I lay there on my stomach, getting fucked up the ass, I realized it was either dad's cock, or Jason's, as they were the only dicks in the house. I didn't really care which one it actually was, I just hoped he would finish quickly, so I could go back to sleep. I got my slutty wish, as barely two minutes later, I felt my ass getting pumped full of cum. After a demeaning slap on my right butt cheek, he pulled out and sprayed another two ropes of thick cum on my ass and lower back, then collapsed next to me. I poked my head up again, glancing at the clock again: 2.24am. Well, whoever it was, he sure had been quick about it. Luckily, I fell back asleep almost immediately.
In the morning, I was awakened by voices, coming from the master bedroom. I looked around, the room slightly illuminated by daylight, coming through the drapes. I looked over at the other side of the bed and recognized Jason. So, it was him who'd abused me last night. I smiled, realizing he had first banged my sister - we had all heard Cindy begging him to 'pump her pussy full of cum' - only to come and fuck the shit out of my 'poor' ass a few hours later.
Just as I was contemplating sliding my mouth over his morning erection, I heard those voices again. Curious, I got up and walked into the night hall, naked. I noticed the door to the master bedroom was ajar. When I peeked in, I saw mom and Cindy - also naked - standing there, talking pretty loud, while looking at dad. He was sitting on the bed, on his knees, masturbating, while holding some sort of poster pinned to the wall with his free hand.
Suddenly, I felt a hand reaching around me and cupping my right tit, jiggling it up and down briefly.
I looked back at Jason, smiled and whispered, "Morning."
"Morning," he replied, now grabbing and mauling both my tits. Mom and Cindy turned, having heard us, which in turn prompted Jason to turn his attention to something else besides me. He stepped out from behind me, briefly glanced at mom and Cindy, before looking over at the poster.
"Is that...?" he began to ask.
"I think it is," I said, not completely sure.
"Shit, that's the cunt from next door," Jason said, stepping closer.
"Yes, that's the cunt from next door... with way too much make-up, if you ask me," mom said a bit grumpy and just a tad jealous. It was Caroline, our next door neighbor, Simon's wife, and the word cunt - although a bit foul - was definitely accurate in this case.
On the poster, Caroline was wearing nothing but a nun's hood, had a gag ball in her mouth and a big black dildo sticking out of her twat. She had a defiant look on her face and was cupping both her tits with her hands. Written across her forehead, in red lipstick, were the words FUCK MEAT.
"Fuck, she's hot," Jason said as he too started stroking his half-hard cock right there, in front of mom, me and his fiancée.
"Whatever!" mom said as she turned and walked past me, leaving the room.
"Have fun, I guess," she called out from the hallway, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hon, would you mind?" Jason asked, looking at Cindy, as he signaled at the poster.
"Are you serious?" she asked, slightly offended and jealous.
With a simply nod of his head, Jason signaled his resolve.
"Knock yourself out," Cindy said, raising her hand invitingly to the poster, realizing this was something he needed to do. Jason dropped to his knees next to the bed, his eyes glued to the poster as he furiously started wanking.
"Do you... need a hand?" Cindy asked, reluctantly, clearly hoping he'd say no.
"No, I am fine," Jason said as he continued pumping his insanely big erection.
"Dad, do you need..." I began to ask.
Before I could finish my question however, dad arched his back and howled, "Oh yeah, stupid cunt!"
He splattered his fat, morning load against the wall and all over the pillows beneath his knees. Realizing dad wasn't going to hold the poster up for much longer now, Jason quickly got up on the bed and put two fingers on the poster next to dad's hand and gently whispered, "Mark, you mind?"
Dad shook his head and let go of the poster, collapsing on the bed. Keeping the two fingers on the poster and jacking his fat cock with the other hand, Jason scooted closer to the poster until he was right in front of it - a naked dad wheezing and panting right next to him.
Cindy bent down to give dad a peck on the forehead and asked, with a wide grin on her face, "Had a good wank?"
"Wonderful!" dad replied.
"What's the deal with the poster?" I asked dad as Cindy and I squatted down next to the bed.
"I won it in last night's poker game," he replied, "Caroline had a series of them done for Simon's birthday a couple of years ago..."
"And he bet them in the game?" I asked.
"Yup," dad replied, not even opening his eyes.
"Caroline won't be happy with that," Cindy replied as she looked up at the poster again.
"I don't care," dad sighed.
"I bet you don't," Cindy whispered, giving him another kiss on the forehead, "We're all just cunts to you, aren't we, daddy?"
Dad, shuddering with delight after hearing her speak like that, chuckled and said, "Stop teasing your old man, you little slut."
Cindy and I giggled, looked at one another and slowly reached out to start caressing dad all over. It didn't take long for Cindy to plant her lips onto dad's and start frenching him. As I looked at them slobbering all over each other, my hand slid down to dad's cock and I slowly started jacking his tiny dick with three fingers. After about three minutes, I could feel dad's dick coming back to life and as it began growing under my touch, I began using my whole hand to jack him off, slowly.
Dad started moaning, causing Cindy to break the kiss to see what was going on, and smiled at me - both of us realizing we'd be in that room for quite a while longer. Cindy put her hand at the back of my head and nudged it towards dad mouth. I got the picture and slowly bent down to kiss dad full on the lips, my hand wrapped around his dick and jacking him off.
By the time I broke the kiss and sat back up, I noticed Jason had moved and was wanking his huge erection over dad's crotch - probably on my sister's request. Cindy quickly pressed her naked tits against the side of dad's face and began caressing his torso and neck. Dad slightly turned his head so he could lick one of Cindy's hard nipples, but kept his eyes on his own hard dick, still wrapped in my hand. About ten centimeters above it, was Jason's fat shaft, getting milked to a finish. Jason couldn't have cared less what we were doing, or where his cock was pointing at. He hadn't taken his eyes off the poster once since he'd first seen it.
When I noticed Jason was about to explode, I let go of dad's cock and watched it throb for a few seconds, before getting drenched by Jason's cum. As usual, Jason's morning load was bountiful, and because he kept control of his ejaculation - instead of exploding all over the place - he was able to make sure every drop of his sperm ended up on either dad's cock or balls. As Cindy bent down to swallow and extensively clean Jason's cock, I first massaged Jason's sperm into dad's hard shaft, then bobbed my head up and down it, sucking it clean again.
When I got bored with the whole thing, I got up - without finishing dad off - and left the room. Feeling a bit hungry, I headed downstairs, leaving dad there, with a throbbing boner. Downstairs, I joined mom at the breakfast table, for coffee and some cereal. She wasn't very talkative, probably still angry and jealous, so we ended up just reading different sections of the same newspaper. About half an hour later, Jason came down, still naked. Since mom and I were as naked as he was, there was no awkwardness.
"Morning Mrs. McAlloway," Jason said, his right hand on his fat cock.
Mom, realizing what he was after, replied, "I am really not in the mood to fuck right now, Jason. I was hoping to have a quiet morning, because I am..."
"Blowjob then?" Jason interrupted her, clearly not giving a crap about her feelings.
"No," mom replied calmly, realizing she needed to limit the number of words she used - because he was too horny to process complex sentences right now.
"Handjob?"
"No."
"Ass?"
"Definitely not the ass," mom smiled.
"Then, can I at least look at you, while I jack off?" Jason asked, getting desperate.
"Off course, I don't wanna be unreasonable," mom said as she closed the newspaper, and turned in her chair, facing Jason and opening her legs as wide as she could.
Jason dropped to his knees, whispering, "Oh fuck yeah."
After about a minute of furious wanking and ogling mom's tits and bush, Jason suddenly realized there was one more thing he needed to negotiate about.
"Can I cum on your face, Mrs. McAlloway?"
"No Jason, not the face."
"On your tits?"
"No."
