The Winning Ticet

So, there we were, my mom and I sitting on the dank mattress, entirely naked and taking turns sucking my son's big cock. It was already past midnight, and the three of us had been engaged in this taboo debauchery since about nine o'clock. My twenty-two-year-old son Bobby, has the sexual stamina of a rabbit and his ability to maintain his erection and to continually produce and launch obscene quantities of sperm, should be used as an advertisement for those impotent men looking to recapture their youth.

In the course of the evening's adventures in depravity, Bobby herded us into his bedroom dressed in our frilly finery and compelled us to strip for him. Even myself, being in my mid-forties and my mother who is eligible for social security, may not be centerfold material, but we both can fill-out a large-size bra and those men, (and women,) who are into MILFs and GILFs would be drooling to see either of us in sheer outfits and sexual postures. In the process of entertaining our new master, we were told to lewdly and loudly, display our voluptuous curves for his inspection and also to pronounce to him, why it would be our absolute pleasure to be used and enjoyed as his incestuous sex-sluts. Tonight was my mother Addie's introduction to this particular brand of perversion, while I have been a "volunteer" for almost two full days.

We had entered into a "devil's deal" of allowing my son to take full control and sexual domination, over any and every part of our anatomy for the period of one year; in exchange for the opportunity of living free of charge with generous monetary allowances, in the new mansion that my son provides with the winnings of his lottery prize, that has been estimated to be roughly one-third of a billion dollars. Does this make us whores? We try not to think about it.

We both entirely debased ourselves by our reluctant but not-exactly unwilling, performance of following him to his room and disrobing, then crudely and almost proudly squeezing our full breasts and splaying the lips or our moist labia, then lasciviously "offering" to masturbate, suck or fuck him, whichever vile deed or in whatever order of defilement, that our new Dom requested. Last night, I conquered most of my inhibitions concerning incest, threesomes, and mother/daughter sexual servitude. That libidinous liaison was a monstrous MFF tryst, with the initial "partners" being my son and my nineteen-year-old daughter Tish, where I was the older woman and by far the most reserved and reluctant participant. I was schooled in the lewd arts of bi-sexual seduction, oral sex on either gender and being satisfied from each end of my body at the same time.

On this night, the lascivious scene before us had been recreated with my mom playing my role, and I was the more "experienced" player. My son's depravity knew no bounds. As embarrassing and humbling as it was to enter into a three-way sex orgy with my kids, being required to act-out those vulgar and deviant manipulations with my own mother would be entering the final circle of Hell. But the Ringmaster simply smiled that crooked, Machiavellian grin that has haunted me for most of my adult life. It has hooked me in, on many occasions and left me on the hook, for so many more.

As we split the duty of taking his firm joint between our lips and stroking the solid shaft to its terminal point almost like playing Russian Roulette with a loaded cock; something dangerously eerie and bewitchingly competitive seemed to slip into our tortured sexual-psyches and we found ourselves, both eagerly trying to coax the creamy cum from his full balls and up the throbbing column of twitching flesh, anticipating the shower of semen soon to fill the yearning mouth of atleast one of us, if he doesn't choose to spray his sticky seed on both of our lusty faces.

I spied my daughter leaning against the door jamb and plunging her fingers swiftly and deeply into the fiery hole of her starving vagina. She was lost in her own lusty imagination, with a sloe-eyed countenance and a trickle of drool slipping down her chin. In her wildest fantasies, (a world that I am now eager to explore,) she could never have imagined being a voyeur, and an active accomplice to the vision of her mother and grandmother, sucking the solid and throbbing cock of her older brother. Her sex-crazed moans of lascivious desire joined the chorus of wails coming from our own hungry throats and alerted my son that he had one additional playmate to fulfil the lewd dimensions of his growing incestuous harem.

He only smiled as though he were sitting in the catbird seat, (which ofcourse, he was,) and continued to flog his potent weapon as he would rack the slide on a shotgun. He was starting to shake and his hand was a blur, stroking his long hard rod. And just then, as his throbbing pole was alternately sawing a powerful arc into the far recesses of our straining mouths; he was deep into the waiting throat of my sixty-five-year-old mother, and with a great shiver of his strong torso, his sturdy tool plastered its viscous stream against her surprised tonsils, awarding her the honor of "tonight's best blowjob," and baptizing her virginal mouth with its first generous dose of her grandson's creamy sex-juice. She knew what to expect as the general theorem, but when the gusher struck, it exploded on her tonsils like a bomb.

Bobby held his grandmother's head in his steady grip and was pummeling her naive lips with his thrusting pelvis. His slippery lance, dripping with her unconscious slobber, slid forcefully into her mouth, extending the sides of her cheeks or causing convulsive choking and would then reappear shiny and huge, only to plunge in again, over and over until the momentum and the slight friction caused the hot cream to rise in the sturdy column. I was mesmerized, just watching as his tumescent tool reached its final stage before lift-off. Addie was slobbering obscenely and moaning with the intoxication of a feeling that she knew to be taboo and terrible, but that excited her and warmed her pussy at the same time. There could be no doubt that this was not a strictly "just following orders," type of ordeal. I saw that look in my daughter's eyes the first night and as much as I wished to hide the fact from my own horny torso, it was painfully obvious that the three generations of women in this family had inherited a gene of submissive sexual behavior, that was now bursting to the surface. And we would never be able to force it back to its regressive phase again.

He would occasionally reach down to her sagging breasts and tug or squeeze each one as he filled her gaping mouth, asking her in a malevolent, domineering tone if, this is the way that she always dreamed of having his giant cock in her mouth. "Do you like it hard and deep, Addie? Is this what you've wanted? To be naked and at my bidding, while I fill your horny holes with my flavorful juices?" She was staggered by the liquid volume, choking and coughing as the first forceful spurt of the slimy sperm shot straight down her esophagus and the remainder filled her cheeks and drizzled out between her stunned lips.

Through teary eyes and cheeks puffed-out from heavy exertion, she could only look up at him hovering over her, and continuing to pump his syrupy load into her fearful mouth. Her only reply was to nod unceasingly and to use one moistened palm to keep serving his sticky shaft into her yearning lips, while with the other, two digits searched and scraped at the raw insides of her volcanic cunt. It was this action, my mom playing with her pussy, (maybe for the first time in years,) as her grandson slammed his huge erection into her receptive mouth, that caused me to reevaluate the situation. My mother seemed to be getting-off while sucking my son's cock! She showed no outward signs of sensual ecstasy, such as when I've sucked his massive pole, but this crude oral sensation that she was delivering triggered a resultant and reflexive orgasm of her own.

I had warned her of the possible danger of "crossing" my son when he was in such a mood, so she understood to never say "NO." But I don't think she took it as seriously as I meant it, ofcourse who would? Nothing about this illicit experience would be in anyone's sphere of possibilities. But she accepted his harsh admonitions and derisions while seeming to be turned-on more fully, by his deliberate intent to place her in submission. Right before my stunned eyes, I watched my mother play with her dripping cunt as she was being force-fed, his gargantuan cock, and there could be no hiding the look of carnal lust in her wide, blue eyes.

And I probably failed to mention or maybe didn't emphasize it enough, because sometimes he could be funny and surprisingly affectionate, but there was always the underlying factor of humiliation and dominance to be proven, and Bobby intended for us all, to remember that he would forever be incharge. Even if we stick with this incestuous and demeaning routine for a year, fulfilling the agreement and entitling us to the rewards, there could be no remedy or therapy that would ever wipe the slate clean. Bobby was claiming us as his own and conditioning us to perform at his beck and call. And I for one, was willing to accept the challenge and I have to admit, was looking forward to the intense and illicit education.

We were roped-in to this hornet's nest of debauchery under duress and the siren-call of easy living but still were sane and reasonable enough to find alternatives that did not involve sexual depravity and incest. It was our collective subconscious minds that each, at her own time and of her own volition, chose to dig deep into our repressed level of perversion and leave morality and sanctity in the dust, so that we can pretend to our whorey selves, that we have been coerced or Shanghaied into a life of personal submission and sexual degradation. When actually, we concluded that in the privacy of our own home and the secrecy provided by keeping it literally, in the family, we were all, (even my son,) being offered the chance to explore and act-out every dark and obscene sexual image that has fascinated and stimulated our wet-dreams from the very moment that we understood puberty.

But even as my mom gagged and nearly strangled through the crude ordeal, Addie held the surprised grin on her face and continued to suck on his spouting shaft, taking as much of his salty load as she could manage and using her tongue to lick the remaining goo from the cylindrical sides of his slickened stem. For an older woman, engaged in her first sexual escapade in decades, sucking and fucking her much younger Dom, Addie held-up well and performed to the highest level of sexual perversion that either of us could have possibly expected.

I don't understand how she dodged the tricky moral issue of incest, or if that seemingly benign addendum even entered into the forbidden realm of sexual deviance that she had agreed to take a very active part in. She performed her role as if it were a routine chore in her everyday schedule, keeping the pliable smile on her face as her grandson thrust his steely organ against the back of her throat, allowing him to fondle and squeeze her bouncing tits as she trembled through the anticipation of what was about to pour into her mouth and holding it all together as Bobby finished his sperm shower by rubbing his cock along the busty contours of her sweaty chest. But she experienced a noticeable and thunderous series of orgasms as Bobby's cum settled into her belly, that sent spasms of energy jolting through her entire anatomy and she appeared as if the sensual exertion only set the stage for more. Though in minutes, her exhausted and thoroughly sated frame slumped back on the dampened sheets and slipped into a blissful and probably darkly-imaginative slumber.

Bobby's reddened rod was still semi-hard and leaking a whitish trail of his salty fluids, when he motioned for his half-sister to enter the room and obediently drop to her knees to perform the ritual clean-up of his slick organ. As my son is prone to remark to his growing stable of sex-sluts, she was told to, "put a shine on it, because I may want to use it again." And she dutifully slid between his thick thighs and taking his tackey tool in her grip, she fed the rubbery length of his semi-limp pole into her warm cheeks and not only bathed it in her saliva but managed to revive the hardy organ back to its usual formidable dimensions of girth and length. If he is not currently mainlining Viagra, I would hate to see the menacing ramrod that emerged from his loins when provided with some chemical stimulant. His cock just never gets soft!

He didn't need to tell Tish to strip-off the rest of her clothes, his standing rule was that a woman's tits should be available to him at all times, so she slithered naked until her tongue could slide up and down the length of his turgid tool and once having watched as her brother's organ grew to it usual gargantuan proportions, she let the firm pole slide between her lips and ease gently to the back of her throat. She grabbed his fat cock and pumped its rigid length in and out of her hungry mouth, pausing only to slather sloppy, wet kisses along its veiny frame and to wipe the excess slobber from her chin and continue to inhale the fat column as its speed and pressure increased. Her exercise in oral sex was energetic, I think partly due to the mere fact of her being youthful and having only considered sex to be a recreational activity. The taboo moral judgement of incest was only a distraction to her, she had a body that men craved and a sexual hunger that needed filled. I hate to think it, especially after favoring her over her brother for so long, but she was practically just a cunt with a face.

Having taken this brief interlude of not having anyone's genitals shoved into any of my body's orifices, I was able to compare and contrast the approaches taken by my daughter and mother to the subject presented to them both. Addie had done what she needed to do, simply to survive and keep the peace in the family. Tish was a step away from being a "gold-digging harlot," who believed her sins could be washed away by a sizeable bank account. I was starting to think that I was the only one of the three of us, who actually enjoyed sex. And I was realizing that Bobby and I had much more in common sexually than we probably wanted to admit.

My sixty-five-year-old mother was sleeping beside me, her pudgy, well-rounded body coated in the flaky residue of my son's semen. Laying on her back with her silvery-blonde hair tussled and tangled with sweat; the big, floppy tits sagged to either side of her chest and her plump pubic triangle was puffy and reddened from experiencing three decades worth of rough sex in three hours. She slept with her mouth open and a thin layer of saliva- probably mixed with her grandson's cum- seeping from the corner of her mouth. She dutifully and patiently stripped, sucked and fucked my son, but I couldn't tell if she felt any emotional connection, whatsoever. It was like a mailman delivering the mail.

My daughter on the other hand, who was also winding down from an emotional high and probably an alcohol-fueled evening, was fading just as quickly on the other side of me. She too was naked, her taut little body was by far, sexier and more compact than her mother's and grandmother's. Laying on her back, the firm tits stood proudly at attention and the perky nipples still pointed toward the ceiling. Her muddy-blonde hair lay like a tarnished halo, surrounding her pleasant face like the billowy mane of a lioness. Her legs were parted, displaying the shaved mound and the gaping entrance of her battered labia. I'm quite certain that my son had not been the one to steal her virginity, and I know that though they have been having sex for atleast a week, his cock was not the only one to have caused the obvious wear and tear on her nineteen-year-old-anatomy. She was even developing a worn, haggard look to her young face. I hate to be judging her so harshly, she is my daughter, but I'm going to need to make certain that she takes birth-control and venereal disease seriously.

It was getting to be early morning and my son had managed to break-in and wear-out every member of his family, which I guessed and I hoped, would mean that we met every condition of his "offer," and this was the last night that we would be spending in our old apartment. Bobby reached for my hand and we walked down the hall to my bedroom, where we spent the rest of the night cuddled like lovers, our legs intertwined and his strong arms wrapped around me, caressing and fondling my boobs while I held the warm, drooping organ that had brought-on the multiple, shuddering climaxes felt by three generations of his family's horny women.

The first day in the new house surprised me. Mostly by its lack of sexual activity. Even Bobby appeared amazed as we took our initial tour of the huge mansion, now that it officially belonged to him. It was the creation of an excentric millionaire, who didn't realize that even very rich people could make dumb decisions and run through their wealth. The mansion sat on top of a steep rise, with a long driveway coming off from a private road. A low wall surrounded the property and from that elevation and the distance from other properties, we had complete privacy. There were swimming pools both inside and out, each with hot tubs, that my son determined would be for skinny-dipping only.

There was a complete rec-room in the basement next to the pool, stocked with video games, wall-to-wall TVs, leather couches, a fully functioning bar, and most other amenities that you could think of. There was also available in rooms to the sides, a sauna, a work-out room, a library and small study. The main floor held a formal dining room that could seat twenty, and a kitchen that any chef would find generous. The living room had a cathedral ceiling with a walk-in fireplace and was the centerpiece of the home and from a formal vestibule, formed the axis of the home.

This was the "great-room," and sat at the tip of a "U-Shaped," design, with the outside pool in the center courtyard. Down the left corridor, were the laundry rooms, storage areas and garages. To the right were guest rooms. Spiral staircases at both ends led to the main sleeping quarters. The master bedroom was in the middle and had a glass wall that looked over the living room on the inside and more glass that allowed a view of the pool and also of the surrounding countryside for miles around.

The master suite- my son's room- had a bed that you could land a plane on. Televisions flanked one wall and the other opened to a bathroom that would make Emperor Nero blush. "My room" was on the other side of the bathroom along the same wall, with a conveniently connecting door. It was only slightly-less luxurious for when I would be in it, but I was already secretly informed that I would be my son's preferred bed-partner. Tish and mom had rooms across the hall and down the corridor, the inference being that Bobby slept alone, but the connecting passageway to my room, would be like a revolving door.

That first day, we all swam naked in the pools. We watched television shows ranging from sports to soap operas and alot of pornography. There was no longer any pretense necessary to cloak the fact that we all engaged in incest and that a mere nod or wink from Bobby was all that was needed for the recipient or one or two others, to amble over to wherever my son was, peel-off whatever clothing that you may have on, and start the process of "putting a shine on it, so that it could be used later."

That first day though, was like a holiday. Swimming, exploring the many rooms, enjoying for the first time, three full refrigerators, satin sheets and just lazing on the acres of lush lawns and secluded porch furniture. I think also that my son finally needed to recharge his batteries and to decide just how he would control his new harem. He did find time later in the evening after the first night's sumptuous dinner, while "showing me the view" from the upstairs lookout, to bend me over the railing and push his sturdy erection into my hungry hole. We stood by the upper railing, literally joined at the hip, his firm cock exploring the deepest recesses of my yearning cunt. We looked-out over the lush estate and as he massaged my tits, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me in every room of the huge home. I was anxious to help him inaugurate the new place, and I was also hoping to present myself as first among equals.