Part 1
Amy Davis arrived home at six-oâclock in the afternoon, Monday through Friday, exhausted from a long, hard day at her office. She was a single parent (her husband having left her two years previous for a transvestite), and lived with her son--Rob, her daughter--Sandra, her sister--Sherry, and her brother--Brian, on a large estate outside of the city.
Amy was thirty-five--having had her daughter at sixteen, and her son at seventeen--and was still a gorgeous lady. Her hair was a ravenâs blue-black color, and it flowed almost down to her perfectly formed ass. Her jiggly tits were not gigantic, but a nice C-cup, and were still as firm as they were twenty years ago. What was also firm were her silken legs, especially when they were covered with her usual office attire of pantyhose or stockings, and one of the numerous pairs of strappy, sexy high-heels she owned.
Amyâs thin, and curvy body entered the living room through the front door at her usual time. She hung her coat up on the rack, staggered over to the leather couch, and dropped her frame into the cushiony softness. She laid her aching feet--with black heels still on--on top of the marble coffee table, legs slightly open. But she really didnât care; she was home alone, and soon passed out.
But in thinking this, she was wrong.
Rob was on a break from college, and had a full week before his classes started again. He was up in his room, getting ready to go down into the kitchen, and get a beer (his mother didnât care, as long as he was responsible). He was an attractive man of a good height and build. Women didnât cum in their panties when they saw him, but he got his share of âtang. What they adored about him was his almost eleven inch cock. Of course, when it came down to him wanting anal from a girl, they would be so horrified by how much it would hurt them, theyâd take off.
He came down the spiral steps, wearing his work-out shorts and tank-top, and made his way into the kitchen. He cracked open the beer, took a swallow, and decided to see if his mom was home so he could tell her he had the week off. After searching the upstairs, and not finding her in her room or anywhere else, he figured she wasnât home yet (âTraffic might be bad,â he thought).
He came into the spacious living room with the thought of watching some TV when he saw her. She looked so damn sexy to Rob, who always thought her very attractive. She was wearing a dark-blue business blazer, a matching skirt with a slit up the side (the side facing Rob; he could see the lacy top of her black thigh-high stocking), and her almost stiletto-type heels.
With dirty thoughts in his head, he walked over to the recliner directly across from her. He sat down, and almost choked on the mouthful of beer when he saw the most beautiful, and glorious sight. His motherâs legs were slightly parted, and he could see right in between her legs. Her black silk panties, barely covering her large pussy, was clearly visible to his gaping eyes. One side of her underwear was pulled over a little, and he could make out a tasty looking bit of fleshy labia.
His cock was fighting for release as it grew to its full, pulsing length. He wished right then and there that he could have sucked that lip into his mouth. But--after a minute of deliberation--he decided he could do something else, something that wouldnât be Too wrong. He knew that when his mother slept, nothing could wake her, so he decided to just jerk off while staring at his mommyâs sweet cunt. He had no worries about being caught: his sister wasnât getting her week off for two more days, and both his aunt and uncle were working still. He pulled his shorts over his fat, elongated cock, letting it smack with a meaty thump against his stomach. He knelt on the floor on his side of the coffee table, and gripped his stiff prick in both hands. He saw how swollen his motherâs pussy was, and he wondered when the last time she had a good fucking thrown in her. Pre-cum lubricated his strokes, as he saw the fat lip twitch in her sleep. Her legs opened even wider, and he saw her right thigh-high was right up against the black panties. He knew he was about to explode, so he ripped his shorts over his knees, and ejaculated his steamy cum into the fabric. It was so hard for him to stifle his moans of extreme bliss, and a couple actually escaped his mouth. Amy didnât stir a bit. He leaned in, took a long lick of the spike protruding from her heel, stood up, and walked back to his room.
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hile he was pondering over what he just did, he felt a pang of guilt. Not much, but it was there. âAt least I didnât fuck her; that would have been wrong,â he said to himself, as he laid down for a brief nap. âAlthoughâŚâ
Part 2
Brian came home from work at eight that night. He saw his sister sound asleep on the couch. He grinned to himself as he placed his trench coat on the rack next to Amyâs.
Brian was a tall, handsome man, and three years older than his sister, Amy, but a year younger than his other sister, Sherry. He had a muscular body from his work as a bounty hunter, and thoroughly enjoyed his work. Heâs single, but happy, having such a beautiful pair of sisters.
He came right over to where his nephew had sat a few hours ago, beating off. Brian beheld the same wonderful sight that Rob had. But just rubbing one off was not for Brian. No way. He needed more. He gave one last, longing look at the half-exposed twat of his sister, and made his way to the couch. Before doing anything else, he completely stripped off his jeans and boxers, exposing a now-hard seven inches of meat pole. He knelt next to Amy, and started rubbing his cock-head around her red-painted lips. She didnât budge. She didnât moanâŚand, most importantly--she didnât wake.
A new Camaro pulled into the semi-circle driveway at this time. A sweet, innocent-looking girl sat behind the wheel as she parked the car behind her uncleâs Mustang. Sandra Davis got out, shut the door, and made her way to the front door. She almost fainted as she passed one of the bay windows with the curtains drawn open, and saw what was transpiring in her very own living room.
Sandra dropped her book bag to the blacktop as she saw her uncle thrusting his hard, glistening cock in and out of her motherâs open mouth. He was really fucking her face good, but, Sandra noticed, her mother didnât even seem to be awake! Not only was this incestâŚit was fucking RAPE!
A million thoughts were swimming around inside of her blond-haired head. âI should run and call the police. I should go in there and confront him. I shouldâŚI shouldâŚâ This last thought sickened her a bit. âI should sit here and watch.â She couldnât believe what she was thinking. Her uncle was raping her mother, and she started to get hot between her long legs. âIf it was just incest, then I might be into it. After all,â she thought with an inward sigh, âIâve seen Robâs cock before, and I wouldnât mind having that beast inside of me. But, doing this to someone who isnât even aware of it is just wrong. Iâll watch for a little, then Iâll go in the back. If Rob got home yet, Iâll discuss it with him before I do anything. After all--he is my uncle.â
Sandra pulled over the side of her short, tight spandex shorts, and started rubbing her clean-shaven cunt-lips.
Brian grabbed the back of Amyâs head, and started pounding his cock into her mouth hard and fast. Sandra watched her uncleâs ass clench as he shoved in one last time. She was really frigging her engorged clit, while watching her uncle fire his sperm down her mommyâs throat. She was dripping when he withdrew his slippery, cum-soaked dick from Amyâs mouth. Some cum trickled out of her mouth, and Brian just gently wiped it off with his softening prick. Amy didnât make a sound, or move around or anything, while Brian dressed and left the room to go upstairs.