This story is fiction. It involves incestuous relationships. It is not meant to be a story of femdom or submission, although, it may seem to be at the start.
All characters are eighteen or older.
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Let me begin by telling you a little about Jeff at the time this story starts.
He was a very average eighteen year old senior in high school. Easily lost in a crowd of three or more, that's him. Average intelligence too. He did like to read, though. His tastes in reading are quite diverse. They haven't changed much. History, junky novels, you name it. A little porn too. Porn was not a big thing with him; with one exception.
He loved to read stories about eating women's pussies. It was an obsession with him. It didn't matter if the stories were about a man or a woman performing the licking and sucking as long as it was a woman's snatch that was the object of their attention. He had read a story about going down on a woman about the time he was starting puberty. It sent thrills through his body and made an impression he has lived with ever since. Cunnilingus (He only learned that word recently.) is what his dreams were about. His jerk off dreams all involved eating a woman's cunt; the scents, the tastes were vivid in his dream world. He did have an idea of how a pussy smelled and tasted. He would sniff and lick his mother's and sister's panties to inhale the bouquets of their pussies; to taste the residue of their juices.
It was all fantasies. He was still a virgin at the time this story begins. He was shy, not at all athletic and nothing special in the looks department. In fact Jeff was a little soft; a bit overweight with poor muscle tone.
He lived with his mother, Susan, and older sister, Hannah, in an old farmhouse. The house, on an acre of property, was surrounded by the newer homes, on much smaller lots, of a midsized Midwestern city. It was a college town, the home of the state university. The house had been his late father's. The father had grown up in it and had inherited it from his parents. He had been killed in an accident when Jeff was twelve and left it to his wife, along with the wealth, and income, his family had accumulated. There were also insurance policies and a large settlement from the accident.
In years past the city had spread out to what had been the family farm. The property had become valuable and Jeff's father and grandparents made the most of it. They are a very comfortably well off family now, the three of them. Not well off enough to attract women though. Susan tends to be frugal and does not believe in ostentatious displays. She spends only enough to live a comfortable lifestyle. In fact her car is three years old. Hannah's is five, and a cheap model at that. Jeff didn't have a car, he would have to earn the money if he wanted one. Their house was in need of paint, but not enough to be an eyesore. So the girls in Jeff's school had no way of knowing that they had any money at all. Telling them his family was wealthy did nothing but induce snickers. He could talk all he wanted, but had no way of showing them.
Susan was forty, a somewhat overweight, woman with a medium frame. Voluptuous describes her well. When she dressed up she bulged sexily in all the right places. In Jeff's opinion she has a beautiful butt and legs. She usually wears dresses or skirts. Nylons and heels show off lovely legs. Her plump breasts are grapefruit sized, large grapefruits. She wears her dark brown hair short and has a pleasant face. She was very feminine and was considered quite attractive by many men.
She would go out occasionally on dates, but if she slept with any of them she kept the fact well concealed. She was active in a couple of community organizations. When Hannah was still in school she had been very active with the PTA, but she had been winding that down now that Jeff was in his last year.
She could be quite stern with Jeff and his sister, but not usually. It takes quite a bit to upset her. If one of them did manage to get her really mad she could be a terror.
Hannah was a younger, slimmer version of Susan. She is two years older than Jeff. Her tits are the size of grapefruit, small grapefruit. She has the same pleasant face as her mother, with longer hair; a nice butt and legs. Unlike her mother she usually wears jeans or slacks. When she does dress up in a dress, heels and nylons she is a very attractive and feminine woman.
Hannah was a student at a local college. She was just finishing her first year. She hadn't decided what she wanted to do with her life, but she was leaning towards some sort of finance course. She had vague ideas of investing some of the family's money, manage it for them.
She was quite popular and had dated often, but she had not stayed with any one boyfriend for more than a few months. She was asked out often, but accepted fewer dates as time went on.
That is how things stood when Jeff fucked up.
The old house they lived in was comfortable with large rooms. There were two bathrooms, the main one upstairs and a smaller one the first floor. Susan had never considered having an en suite bath added to her bedroom. She didn't see the need for it.
The doors in the house were old style with keyholes. None were ever locked so none had keys in them. The bathrooms were locked from the inside with a deadbolt.
Jeff had found that he could spy on his mother or sister through the keyhole. Neither of the women ever suspected him of doing such a thing.
He especially liked to watch his mother as she dried herself after a shower. Her plump tits were lovely. Her lush, wild bush was so tantalizing to him, so sexy. He would masturbate afterwards to visions of himself burying his face in her lush nest of hair while he licked at the folds of her pussy.
He spied on Hannah too. Her tits were smaller than her mother's, but perkier. Her bush was not as fully developed as Susan's, but it was still alluring to his young, sex starved mind. She too drove him to jerk off after viewing her.
He had to be careful of course; it would never do to get caught. He only took the chance when just one of the women was home. If both were in the house he did not attempt to peek.
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He was kneeling with his eye at the keyhole watching his mother dry off after a shower. He had a good full frontal view. His cock was hard and throbbing. His thoughts were focused on his desire to eat her pussy.
"What are you doing, Jeff?" It was his sister's voice shrieking. His heart sank into a state of terror.
"You pervert," still screaming. She ran up to where he knelt and aimed a kick at him. Jeff fell onto his side to avoid her swinging foot.
Susan grabbed a robe to put on and opened the door to find out what the commotion was. She saw Jeff curled up on the floor trying to protect himself from the kicks Hannah was battering him with. Fortunately she was wearing soft shoes else he might have been severely injured. She was trying to get an opening to his balls, but Jeff's fetal curl protected them.
"What's going on?" Was Susan's first instinctive question.
"This asshole was peeking through the keyhole, Mom. The fucking pervert was spying on you."
Susan turned white, then reddened with rage.
"You little shit!" Her voice was shrill with anger.
She aimed a couple of kicks at him too but stopped when she hurt her bare toes. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. Her anger gave her added strength, enough to lift him halfway up. It exposed him to more of Hannah's kicks too. She got a couple of good ones in, barely missing his balls, before Susan dragged him away. She hauled him into the bathroom she had just left.
"You fucking pervert," she shouted. "You want to spy on me? You want to see my pussy?"
She threw him to the floor of the bathroom. Neither her anger nor the adrenalin induced strength had abated.
She tore her robe open and grabbed his hair again. She lifted his limp body until his head was at her snatch. She pushed his face into the wild thatch of hair that crowned her pussy.
"Get a good look you fucking turd!"
She held him there as she sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Her hands twisted his hair and his face was forced into the folds of her pussy.
"Can you see it now?" She was still screaming with rage.
Jeff sensed through his pain and fear that he was where he had often dreamed of being. At his mother's pussy.
Hannah stood in the doorway astounded at her mother's fury. She had never seen her this angry. Hannah's wrath hadn't diminished either. She was happy to see her pervert brother getting what he deserved. She would get even with him too. Just like her mother was doing.
She heard a muffled moan from Jeff. She just wished it had sounded like he was in pain, it hadn't. She saw Susan's expression change. The anger seemed to fade, surprise, or maybe wonder took its place.
Jeff had inhaled the scents of his mother's pussy. His nose was pushed against her clit. She wasn't horny so the fragrance didn't have the musky aroma of arousal. But it was the scent he had inhaled many times on the gusset of her panties. There were a few times that she had been horny while wearing them, those times were treasured in Jeff's memories. His tongue reached for her pussy. It slid between the labia into the sensitive inner woman. Yes, she was dry. He didn't care. His dream was being fulfilled. In her anger, he expected, she would probably thrust him away. Then she and his sister could rain more kicks on his already battered body. It didn't matter. Like an addict who must have his fix, even though it might kill him, he needed to taste her pussy; he needed to.
It was Susan's surprise that delayed her first instincts when she felt his tongue slip between the lips of her pussy. Surprise that gave him just enough time to briefly caress her inner lips with his tongue and slide up to her clit. He knew what to do, he had read so much about it. It was experience he lacked.
It was the surprise that caused her to loosen her grip on his hair and let her hand caress his head before she realized what was happening. Against her will her anger drained away, she tried to keep it. She wanted to feel the fury that had controlled her. But the first ticklings of pleasure were invading her body, her pussy.
She looked at her daughter. "Shut the door, Hannah. Wait till I'm done with him. You can kick him around some more then."
Hannah stepped back out of the doorway and closed the door. She didn't leave though. She knelt and put her eye to the keyhole. Just like she had caught Jeff doing. She felt her pussy getting wet, but why? Was it her mother, her body? Hannah found herself thinking of Susan's almost nakedness.
Susan put her legs over Jeff's shoulders and pressed his head into her, now wet, pussy. He licked and sucked as he had always dreamed of doing. His cock hardened as his fantasies came true. His tongue, his lips, even his teeth aroused her. She came on his face coating him with her essences. Her legs clasped him and her heel kicked at his back as her body shook from the thrills of cumming.
Hannah was not unaffected by what she was seeing through the keyhole. She felt her pussy getting wetter. She rubbed it through her jeans. As her arousal increased she pushed her hand down the front of her jeans, under the panties too, and fingered her wet cunt.
Susan had cum three times, each orgasm stronger than the last. She wanted to scream out her satisfaction, but she didn't want Hannah to hear.
She pushed him away. She was satiated. She felt totally relaxed as she looked down at her son gazing up at her from between her thighs. Lazily she took her legs from his shoulders, put one of her feet in his face and pushed him away.
He fell on his ass on the bathroom floor and watched with a feeling of trepidation as she stood and tied her robe shut. Well, trepidation mixed with a sense of accomplishment.
"We're not done with you Jeff. You need to be taught a lesson."
She reached down and grabbed his hair again. Her strength had left her, however. Even so he came to his knees as she yanked hard enough to hurt.
"Get up, you asshole," she told him.
