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An indecent proposal to his mother, sister, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law, a man wins the Power Ball jackpot on Valentine's Day and offers to trade money for sex.
Johnny was a family man. A faithful husband and a good father, he provided well for his family. A good Christian, he was a God fearing man. Married with children, two sons, he loved his immediate family and his extended family equally as well. Unfortunately, as do we all, John had a dark side, a hidden secret, and a sordid sexual past. His secret was the incestuous sexual lust that he had for his mother and sister and the forbidden sexual desire that he had for his mother-in-law and sister-in-law. In the way that President Jimmy Carter did and so many men do when perusing the latest issue of Playboy, Johnny lusted over women other than his wife, especially the women that he was forbidden to have, his sexy female relatives.
"Oh, the shame of a man lusting over a woman that's not his wife but worse when lusting over women that are his blood relatives and relatives by marriage."
How could he? Why does he? Say it's not so. How dare a man lust over another woman other than his small breasted, plain Jane wife. Say that incest and forbidden lust doesn't exist. Thou shall not commit adultery. Thou shalt not covet thou neighbor's wife.
Odd that even though the tenth commandment reads, 'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house. Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbor's,' there's nothing there about a woman coveting a neighbor's husband.
At the end of the tenth commandment there is an all inclusive passage that 'thou shalt not covet anything that is thy neighbor's.'
I guess that's where the women coveting someone else's husband comes into play. Nonetheless, most of us don't have a manservant, a maidservant, an ox, or an ass. It's safe to assume that I'd never covet my neighbor's maidservant, ox, and/or ass in the way that I may covet thy neighbor's wife and/or manservant. I think after all this time, we need new commandments, something that includes watching too much TV, spending too much time texting on our cell phones, playing too many video games, reading too much pornography, and writing too much erotica.
'Thou shall not spend too much time reading Literotica. Also, 'Thou shalt not write about a woman sucketh a man's cocketh or about a man fucketh a woman up the asseth unless that man and woman are married...to one another.'
Anyway, back to the story...
As much as Johnny loved his wife, Carol, his mother, Linda, and his sister, Anne, he also loved his mother-in-law, Marianne, and his sister-in-law, Samantha. Only, as much as he loved the women of his family, he lusted over the women of his family. Being that he was a man and a weak man at that, when it comes to incestuous and sexual lust, he couldn't help himself. Night and day, every day and especially every night, when he wasn't masturbating over his foxy mother and pretty sister, he was masturbating over his hot mother-in-law and sexy sister-in-law. Filled with sexual lust with the deep rooted yearning of needing to intimately and sexually experience the women who comprised his family, John was incorrigible in his lust and unrelenting in his sexual desire for his mother, his sister, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law.
"I wish I could fuck them all," he said as he stroked his cock upstairs while his wife was watching Desperate Housewives downstairs. "I wish they'd all suck me. It's a good thing there isn't a commandment about, 'Thou shall not have incestuous sex with your mother and your sister and forbidden sex with your mother-in-law and sister-in-law,' because I'd be on the fast track to Hell."
Knowing his sexual fantasies would never come true and knowing they were nothing more than just sexual fantasies, he extended his masturbation sessions to masturbate over other females in his life. Being that his life was filled with hot females, surrounded by them and sexually lusting over them all, he wished his wife was as hot. He wished his wife was prettier. He wish his wife had bigger tits. He wished his wife was sexier. He wished his wife would suck his cock more often and when she did suck his cock, he wished she'd allow him to cum in her mouth instead of all over her tits. He wished his wife was hot enough to lust over and masturbate over while imagining her naked and on her knees before him in the way that he lusted and masturbated over every female who crossed his path.
He masturbated over his female doctor, his dentist, his dental hygienist, his hairstylist, his deli worker, his supermarket cashier, his mail woman, and his dog groomer. His life was surrounded by hot women, that is, until he came home to his plain Jane, small breasted wife. Except for his wife, there wasn't a woman he knew who was safe from him lusting and masturbating over them. If only his wife was as hot as all the women in his life, he'd never lust over another woman again. If only his wife had one redeeming sexual quality that he could hang onto that would make him lust over her but she had none.
For the life of him, sadly, he didn't know why he married her. She seldom gave him a blowjob and when she did give him a blowjob, she didn't allow him to cum in her mouth, never mind swallowing his cum. Always the same, she pulled his cock from her mouth to ejaculate on her tits..
Alas, while imagining seeing all the women in his life in their bras and panties, while imagining them all naked and while imagining having sex with everyone of them, he masturbated over every woman he knew. Maybe if his wife gave him more sex and maybe if his wife gave him what he so wanted, a blowjob where she allowed him to cum in her mouth and she swallowed, he wouldn't lust and masturbate over other women. What was once a request, blowjobs and the lack thereof, had become a monumental issue between them.
She seldom sucked his cock and she never allowed him to cum in her mouth, forget about her swallowing his cum. Always, she pulled him out of her mouth before he was about to cum in her cock sucking virginal mouth for him to ejaculate over her small tits. Just once, he wished he had the balls to put a hard hand to the back of her head and force her to allow him to cum in his mouth and not let go of her head until she swallowed. Only, knowing her as he did, she'd probably bite down on his cock.
He didn't want to ejaculate over her small tits. He was tired of ejaculating all over her small tits. He hated ejaculating on her small tits. He wanted to ejaculate in her mouth. Ejaculating over her small breasts was like kissing his sister.
"Oh, if only I could convince my sister to blow me. Being that she has a tramp stamp on her lower back and a piercing on her tongue, I bet she sucks cock. I bet she'd allow me to cum in her mouth instead of on her big tits."
If only his wife would swallow his cum, maybe he wouldn't lust and masturbate over other women. No doubt, figuring that they were all cocksuckers and would all allow him to cum in their mouths, he imagined his bevy of women, his mother, his sister, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law, that appeared in his nightly sexual fantasies on their knees and naked while blowing him. Making the sounds that all men love to hear when they're being blown to show that the woman are enjoying sucking them as much as they're enjoying being sucked, he imagined how they'd act and sound like in bed when he had his cock buried deep inside their mouths or pussies.
Sadly and unfortunately, knowing he'd never have sex with any of them, he had grown accustomed to lusting over women from afar while masturbating. Then, one day, Valentine's Day, his life suddenly changed for the better when he won ten-million dollars in the Power Ball lottery. If only he had won the Power Ball when it was a bigger jackpot, such as the week before when a man from New York and a man from California won and split a two-hundred-million dollar jackpot. Why are the big winners always from New York and California? Ah, ten million dollars is better than nothing, he thought to himself, that is, until he discovered how little he'd have left after the cash payout and after paying taxes. Nonetheless, he thanked God for his good fortune.
"Thank you Jesus!"
Where most normal men would think of buying the mundane things with all that money, things that they could never afford otherwise, such as a house, a new car or a new truck, a big screen TV, new golf clubs, and/or a boat, his thoughts were more sexual than material. Wanting to get the most bang for his lottery winnings buck, he wondered what he could do sexually with all of that money. Sure he could have sex with prostitutes and call girls until he contracted a sexual disease and his cock fell off, but he needed more than just having sex with a stranger. What fun is that? Okay having sex with a stranger is fun but he needed to satisfy the incestuous lust and the forbidden desire he had to bed other women, especially those women in his immediate family, his mother, his sister, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law. Maybe, somehow, he could use his lottery winnings to accomplish his sexual cravings.
He may be a God fearing man, a family man, and a good man but he wasn't a fool. He knew that money tempted lots of people and he wondered if money would temp his mother, his sister, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law to have sex with him. Being that it was Valentine's day, thinking of himself as Cupid, only a more pornographic and incestuous kind of Cupid, one filled with more sexual lust than with romantic love, his dream was to have incestuous and forbidden sex with his female family members. Suddenly filled with good will towards women, especially being that it was Valentine's Day, the day of love, worth a try and with nothing to lose but his money, he had a plan.
Immediately sharing his good fortune with his wife, he told her that he only won one-million dollars instead of ten-million dollars and received a mere four-hundred-thousand dollars after taking the cash payout and paying the taxes instead of the four-million dollars that he received. Needing her to put him high up on her pedestal, a lofty position he never held before, so that she'd leave him the fuck alone to implement his plan to bed his mother, his sister, her mother, and her sister, he gave all of that money, four-hundred-thousand dollars, to his wife. Now a hero in her eyes that her loving husband, a man that she refused to suck his cock and have him cum in her mouth, would give her all of his lottery winnings, she was happy...eventually. Yet, just wanting to keep her quiet, he had ulterior motives for the rest of the undisclosed money.
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"Happy Valentine's Day Honey. This is for you," he said handing her a Valentine's Day card.
"What the Hell is this?" She held the Valentine's Day card as if her palm was a scale and she was weighing it. "It's a little light," she said in a voice that could remove paint from a wall. "No gift card to the Olive Garden or to the Red Lobster, is there nothing else in here but a Hallmark Valentine's Day card?" She looked at him and held the Valentine's Day card up by the corner as if it was covered in excrement. "No flowers? No candy? The last of the big spenders, you bought me just a lousy Valentine's Day card? How could you! How dare you!"
"Open it," he said.
