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The party had been the biggest family get together I had known in all the years I could remember, not a single family member who had received an invitation failed to reply. All arrived bearing gifts of wine and fruit, especially g****s, and dressed in the spirit of the toga party.
It was Roberts and Belinda’s 25th wedding anniversary. As they were c***dless the twins had helped them to get everything organised. Maureen had assisted Belinda with the invitations.
They had searched so many different websites, using both Maureen’s own, and Roberts laptop, until they had found exactly what her aunty had required before finally getting down to writing the invitations and printing them off. By the time they had finished the cards looked shop bought, it started with,
“You are cordially invited to”,
All the lettering was in silver except the signatures which Robert and Belinda had hand written in black ink before sending them out to kith and kin.
Paul had helped Robert with the food and drink.
They had purchased inexpensive silver and gold platters on which to display fresh chunks of cheese of varying colours, shapes and sizes, huge bunches of g****s still on the vine, fruits, figs and nuts, whole loaves of bread, again in different shapes and sizes. Full-bodied wine was to be served in silver pitchers strategically placed around the room and out of reach of small hands. Finally they had bought a copious supply of spirits and beers, all on a drink or return basis from the kind, local publican.
The music had been easy, all tracks taken from the film a****l house.
With the planning all completed Maureen and Paul had returned home to get on with deciding on how to make their (including mine and Rogers) costumes.
Robert and my sister-in-law, Belinda, being the hosts, were donned as the emperor and empress looking resplendent in their shop leased outfits. Robert received the guests at the front door, his toga was white with a gold trim, a golden shoulder d**** hung over his broad shoulder, wrist cuffs of gold royal trim and studied with glittering gems, on his head he wore a golden laurel leaf wreath, classical roman sandal footwear made the costume complete, he was looking every inch the emperor as he welcomed everyone and ushered them into the living room, through the open French windows and straight into the back garden, where Belinda handed us a glass of wine and informed us the party was well under way and to mingle, it was a family affair after all.
The garden was set as a roman arena.
Roger, my husband, downed the wine in a single swallow, replaced the empty glass on the silver tray in Belinda’s hand and made his way through the throng of guests straight for the spirits table, pouring himself a generous measure of Roberts scotch, before turning round and facing the multitude of chatting and dancing family guests, looking more like a rotund Nero than a Greek Adonis.
“Ignorant bastard,” I heard Paul mutter under his breath, as he watched his father with disapproval before taking a sip of his wine.
I nudged him gently in the ribs with my elbow as I thanked Belinda for the wine.
Most of the teenagers were up and dancing to the sound of Sam Cooke singing “Twisting the night away”, swivelling their scantily clad figures to the music in togas that I thought were far too short and low cut. Their parents were huddled in small groups drinking and in deep conversation about their how they need to do more of these types of gatherings more often instead of only meeting up at weddings and funerals.
Both the twins and I stuck together, socialising with the small groups who congratulated them on the wonderful job they had done in helping Robert and Belinda to achieve such a memorable occasion. Teenagers and parents alike gyrated to the music on the large lawn.
Paul had grabbed a bunch of g****s off of the drinks table and with our large tumblers full of fresh drink we made our way into the kitchen, the juniors were enjoying homemade lemonade and cakes and being watched over by a group of the twin’s cousins.
“Ok,” I said, talking to the group, “go and have some fun for an hour while I take over”.
The sound of “what a wonderful world” drifted through the open door as the cluster of youths scampered into the sunlight, closing the door behind them.
“It’s going so well,” Maureen beamed, sipping at her drink of vodka and lemonade, “ think I might join the others for a while and check on dad, he’s going to have such a hangover in the morning the way he’s drinking uncle Roberts scotch like water”.
As Maureen left Paul placed his glass on the kitchen table, removed mine from between my fingers and put it beside his, slipping a juicy g**** into my mouth as, taking my hand in his own he asked “may I have this dance?”
I laughed, “of course my young Adonis”, we dance to the strains of “dream girl” drifting in through the kitchen window.
“Have you seen Aunt Maude?” Paul whispered in my ear, as I glanced at the toddlers stuffing themselves with cake and lemonade.
I suppressed a snigger as I see her image in my mind, wearing her homemade toga of blue, white and yellow striped bedding, wrapped around her waist she had what looked like plaited bailing twine painted silver.
“Well I must admit it’s different” I said, adding “at least she tried, she’s not been the same since your uncle Dave got killed in that car accident”
“I know, poor woman, but if she had asked Maureen or I would have helped her”
“I know sweetheart”, I uttered, as Paul swung me around, “she is a very proud woman, and Maude never asks anyone for help”
He put another g**** between my lips, popping into my mouth with his index finger, the juice trickled down my chin as I bit into it. Laughing, Paul began to lean forward, changed his mind and tenderly wiped it away with a piece of kitchen towel.
Maureen came back into the kitchen just as we stopped dancing, I could see Robert and Roger in deep conversation through the open door, standing by the spirits table, Robert occasionally nodding before sipping at his drink, listening intently to whatever my husband was talking about.
The door closed behind Maureen as she strode towards us purposefully “dads absolutely off his head” she said with disdained. “Uncle Robert just said he has been moaning all afternoon about you mum, how you’re lazy around the house, can’t cook and as cold as a fridge in the bedroom”.
I stifled the sudden anger that built up inside me, suppressing the urge to storm out and confront Roger. How dare he belittle me in front of my brother, how dare he? And Robert telling my daughter what Roger had said wasn’t improving my displeasure of being talked about behind my back.
“Ok, drink up k**s, we are going home” I fumed, the rage inside me trying to be fully expressed in my strained, shaking voice.
I swallowed my gin and tonic in one solitary gulp, slammed my glass on the table and headed towards the door.
“Mum, wait”. The twins called in unison.
I stopped in my tracks, turning towards the twins as my eyes began to well up; they were just blurred figures in front of me, I brushed at the tears that had begun to trickle down my cheeks using the same piece of tissue that Paul had so recently used to stop the flow of g**** juice dribbling down my chin.
“He’s always the same after drinking scotch, anyway he was making himself look silly, stumbling around on instable legs and slurring his words, Uncle Robert said, they were nearly incomprehensible”.
I gave a weak smile, watching as Maureen poured a very large gin and tonic saying” anyway he’s going to be staying here tonight in the spare bedroom, on Uncle Roberts’s insistence I might add, now drink this” handing me the tumbler, “and anyway, you promised to keep an eye on the rug rats for a while”
I accepted the drink in trembling hands, cupping the tumbler tightly in fear of dropping it and s**ttering shards of glass across the kitchen floor under the feet of the toddlers, as I looked at the frolicking juniors as they played.
Joyous laughter could be heard between the tracks of the music. I felt sure that everybody was laughing at me but the twins said I was being paranoid, nobody was laughing at me they were just enjoying themselves like I should be.
“Bastard” I uttered. Draining half of the tumbler of gin before Paul gave me a playful nudge in the ribs.
The afternoon that had been disappearing so fast, turned into early evening. I looked at the kitchen clock, “only 9.15” time was beginning to drag, every second seeming to last a lifetime as I wished to be away from the jovialities of the party, I needed to be surrounded by the familiarity of my own home.
Paul took me in his arms and held me close as my body began shaking, racked by tears that had started flowing uncontrollably, my eyes feeling puffy and sore as the tears streaked down my cheeks in rivulets of pain and anguish.
Maureen went to find someone to look after the c***dren in the kitchen, giving the excuse that I wasn’t feeling very well and the twins were going to take me home.
The house felt cold as we walked through the front door. Maureen went straight into the kitchen.
Paul led me to the sofa, gently spun me around, and with his hands on my shoulder told me to sit down as he sat beside me cradling my head against his shoulder.
Maureen returned with fresh drinks, handing both Paul and myself our glasses “here you go” she smiled. Sitting down opposite us in my favourite armchair and curling her legs up beneath her to reveal a good deal of her long slender limbs and a hint of white panties as she sipped delicately at the vodka. Maureen looked towards me, concern visible on her angelic feature.
“I’ll be fine “I sobbed. Paul rocked me gently in his young arms, trying to comfort me as my shoulders rose and fell hysterically as the tears flowed freely. “How could he be saying those things,” I whimpered looked from one to the other of the twins, “am I really that bad as a mother, not cleaning the house or cooking decent meals?”
“Don’t be silly mum” they said in unison.
“You know what he’s like after a drink” added Maureen.
I forced a smile, but inside I was hurting, really hurting, as I recalled what Roger had been saying to Robert. I think I would have been fine until I heard how he had been talking about our love life, or, according to him, the lack of it.
Paul tenderly kissed away the tears running down my cheeks.
“I know, let’s play a game” Paul says grinning “take your mind off things for a while mum”
I needed to think of how I was going to react in the morning when Robert bought my husband home, for now a distraction sounded just fine, I could think when I was alone in my bed because I knew I would be unable to sleep.
The telephone rang.
Maureen reached across to the phone, exposing more of her white panties as the toga rode up her slender body. Answered it, then handing me the handset.
It was Belinda, saying how sorry she was I was feeling unwell and hoping that I felt better soon. Confirming that my husband was asleep in their spare bedroom in a drink induced state of oblivion. We had a little talk. Robert had told her what Roger had been saying and she was disgusted with the way he had acted and what he had said, telling me to try to get some sleep, everything would look better in the cold light of day.
Replacing the handset in its cradle I looked at the twins. “Belinda” I said.
They both nodded knowingly.
I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. When I opened my eyes the k**s were gone and the room lit by the table lamp
I finished my gin and tonic and made my way upstairs to go to the toilet and wash the dried tears from my face.
Giggles drifted from the half open door of my son’s bedroom.
I popped my head around to say goodnight and let him know that I was feeling better. The words stuck in my throat as I watched the twins kissing passionately.
Pauls hand was inside his sister’s toga as she ran her long slender fingers through his auburn hair, her hips swaying and rotating gently. Her pert young breasts were exposed and Paul’s free hand caressed them, his thumb lightly brushing against her prominent nipples. Their lips parted. Releasing her brother, Maureen let her toga slip to the floor so she stood in front of him completely naked, her breathing heavy.
She uttered “I hope mums alright” sliding Paul’s toga off his broad square shoulders to reveal his strong physique.
“I should imagine she will sleep like a baby on the sofa all night.” I heard my son say disappointedly as he caressed the hour glass figure of his sister, “dad can be a nasty bastard after a drink”
“Don’t I know it? He tried getting into my panties the last time he was drunk, telling me I should be a good little girl as he stroked himself through his trousers, telling me good girls should obey their parents, god I never ran so fast when he started pulling his zip down, the last words I heard were, “ungrateful little bitch”, as I ran out of the room”
Pulling back I observed them through the crack between the door and the door jamb, listening intently. First I’m told I’m not a good housewife and a useless lover, and then I hear that my husband has tried it on with our daughter.
“I wonder if mum shaves?” he said looking at the photograph of the family on his bedside cabinet with a dreamy look in his eyes, as he slipped his hand between Maureen thighs and gently rubbed her shaven slit. “Anyway, I thought you wanted dad?”
“I did, but he scared me that night, if he had just sat there ogling the cleavage of my tits or tried to get a sneaky peek up my skirt as I sat there, well……. You still got the hots for mum then”
“Oh yes s*s, you saw her today, dressed in her toga, looking every inch the Greek goddess Aphrodite, a picture of beauty and love. When we were in the kitchen it was all I could do to keep me hands off her. I feed her a g**** and the moment seemed ripe for me to kiss her, I so wanted to kiss those luscious lips”
“Did you?”
Paul shook his head “no, like you I got scared, I suppose mum will always just be a fantasy for me to masturbate over as I imagine us making love in her marital bed, god Maureen, if only I had the courage to tell mum my true feelings”
I stood there shocked, wanting him to repeat what he had just said unable to believe my own ears, I was so certain I had misheard him. My son wanted to make love to me! In my bed! The bed I shared with Roger, the bed on which they were conceived. I wondered if he was picturing me stood there naked in front of him as his hand caressed his sister, wishing it was me he was sliding a finger into, my saggy tits he was kissing and caressing.
Their lips met the contact so sensitive and caring, so delicate and soft like butterfly wings on a summer breeze. Paul smoothly manipulated her pussy lips with his fingers... A sigh of pure pleasure sprung from her lips she opened her long slender legs slightly so he could have easier access to her as his fingers probed between her thighs.
She reached down to his hard swollen penis, taking it lightly in her dainty hand and curling her long fingers around him as she began to fondled his erection.
“Kiss me my young Adonis”
“You heard that?”
“Well I heard mum call you her young Adonis and I was so sure you were going to kiss her I couldn’t resist looking through the gap between the door and the door jamb to see if you did” Maureen laughed.
Did she know I was there? Could she see me or hear my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my breast. Was I still sniffling after Roger had spouted off his reservations about what he truly thought of me? Was that a sign to tell me that she knew I was observing them?
She pulled his hand way as he began to insert a finger into her and held him closer. I was certain she glanced in my direction with a knowing smile.
“The bed “she said, laying him down.
His penis stood stiffened and swollen in a state of sexual arousal as Maureen straddled him, sitting on his muscular stomach, his hard penis with its glistening, bulbous head, covered in his pre-cum in plain view of my line of sight as I watched them through the door jamb. I know I should have turned away in disgust, betrayed by my husband and the twins in the same evening, but I just stood there, mesmerised by my son’s swollen penis that was so much thicker than his fathers.
Subconsciously I slipped a hand into my panties.
Their tongues snake dancing between willing lips as they kissed, she again took hold of his erection sliding her pussy over it not inserting it but rubbing herself against it making the shaft all wet with her juices, her hips gently swaying backwards and forwards, sliding over her twins cock, their lips never parting.
I gasped as my finger ran through the entangled mass of course pubic hair towards my now drenched pussy, unhurriedly I started circling my clitoris with a finger as I watched the two of them.
Paul reached up, cupping her small breast in his big hands, as Maureen rocked up and down, sliding over his impressive manhood his cock protruding from between his sister’s legs, the head all glistening, sparkling in the light of the bedside lamp, covered in Maureen’s fluids and his own pre-cum.
The events of the day having vanished as now all I could think about was my sons cock as the bulbous head appeared and disappeared from between her thighs as Maureen, toing and froing over his shaft gave a gasp of sheer delight as she, simulating intercourse, teased both Paul and me.
I began frigging myself off faster rubbing ever harder at my clitoris as I admired the length and thickness of Pauls manhood, secretly wishing it was me on the bed with my son and being comforted.
Maureen dropped her head onto his shoulder and I could clearly see her shaven pussy through the crack of the door jamb, shining as the light from the bedside lamp reflected off the moistness.
Her head was turned towards the door, looking in my direction, a satisfied smile on her face as she drew in a deep breath. Her breasts pressing into Paul’s chest as he grabbed her well-rounded buttocks, spreading the cheeks wide showing off her tight anus as he tried to impale himself onto her, giving me an even better view of her delectable, succulent, wet cunt.
I rubbed frantically at my clitoris with the palm of my hand as I thrust my inserted fingers deeper into my wet hole, secretly wishing it was Pauls cock with its head now showing globules of cum, that was at the entrance of my aching pussy, the cylindrical body of his penis slipping into me and filling me, extinguishing the burning I was feeling between my thighs, desperately craving him.
The height of my climax of sexual excitement made me scream out loud as I reached orgasm, admiring my son’s blood engorged penis as my juices flowed covering my fingers deep inside me, a pleasurable wave of tingling sensations raked throughout my quivering body. My knees buckled. My legs gave way. I fell through the half open bedroom door.
I tumbled headlong into the bedroom and ended up sitting on the bedroom floor my chubby legs spread out in front of me as I landed on my buttocks. My toga had risen up over my waist exposing my parted thighs, my hand still snugly inside my now drenched panties.
Maureen smiled knowledgeably “about bloody time”. She said as she untangled herself from the arms of her twin.
Paul got off the bed.
“God, Paul so wanted to fuck me, he was getting really excited at the prospect of you seeing his hard cock rammed up my sweet little cunt”
My eyes fell onto my sons glistening erection.
“I was just about to let him when you tumbled through the door. But I have other ideas, ideas about you getting back at dad that is if you want to get back at dad”.
I nodded, not thinking about my husband belittling me in front of Robert and Belinda, just staring admiringly at my naked son as he approached me sitting spread legged on the floor. His erection, covered in both his pre-cum and Maureen’s juices extended out before him invitingly.
“Well ……” she looked towards Paul who looking over his shoulder nodded his agreement.
Rummaging in Pauls bedside cabinet Maureen pulled out three masquerade masks. Handing each of us a full length mask as she told me “well…., we will have to wear these, and there has to be no talking when we start, moan and groan all you want, but don’t utter a word, ok?”
“What” I said looking at the mask I was holding between my juice sodden fingers.
“Please mum” Paul murmured, “we all want to get back at that bastard for one thing or another” as his hand reached out towards me.
I got shakily to my feet wondering what they had in mind, the toga slipping down hiding my embarrassment.
My emotions were flying in every direction as we donned our masks.
“Remember, not a word” Maureen said looking over her shoulder, as now she fiddled about with her twin’s laptop.
My mind was racing. What were they planning?
Paul now stood behind me, untying the neck of the toga and slipping it open, slowly uncloaking me, until it was just a crumpled bed sheet around my ankles, then unclasping the hook on my bra to expose my sagging tits. I could feel his body pressing against my back, his hot throbbing penis hard against my bare skin as he released my heavy breasts, cupping them in his strong hands as my bra fell to the floor landing on top of the bed linen. Sliding his hand down my chubby stomach and under the elastic of my soaking panties, probing me with experienced fingers as my body tingled with expectant excitement.
“Nope she doesn’t shave” Paul chuckled running his fingers through my pubic hair, “god mum, your so fucking wet” he whispered excitedly in my ear as he kissed my neck.
I twisted around to face him. His eyes were full of adoration and desire. Taking his head in my hands I kissed him full on the lips, my fingers tracing a Line down his neck and across his strong broad shoulders. I could feel his erection pressing against the entrance of my cunt through the nylon material of my sodden panties.
Pulling away Paul grabbed my waist and began rolling my panties over my hips and down my chubby legs, his tongue flicking against my wet slit as he travelled downwards sending shock waves through my quivering body , my panties now around my ankles, I stepped out of them on shaky legs.
“Isn’t she beautiful “said Paul admiringly, running his hands over my chubby body before again cupping my big saggy tits “oh god, I could play with these tits and suck those nipples all night. Dad must be losing his marbles not taking care of you mum”
I purred beneath his touch, his thumbs brushing lightly over my sensitive prominent nipples as they had over his sisters, leaning forward and kissing each one with such a tenderness his bastard of a father had never shown me.
Paul slipped his hand between my slightly thighs, running his fingers along my aching slit, I gasped in anticipation but he merely smiled as he kissed my mouth. I reached up grabbing the back of his head, my fingers running through his long locks of auburn hair as I forced my tongue into his mouth with an a****l savagery, tasting my daughter’s juices on his lips, who he had been giving oral sex to earlier. I pressed my naked eager body against him, feeling the bulbous head of his engorged penis at the entrance of my aching cunt.
“soon” Paul said pulling away a little.
Picking up my panties from the floor he called Maureen and threw them at her, she caught them deftly, immediately holding them to her nose and sniffing at the damp gusset, taking deep breaths, her smile saying more than mere words ever could.
“absolutely adorable,” she muttered” I so want to taste you mum, taste your climax on my tongue, explore that gaping slit with the muscle that is nearly as firm as Pauls stiff cock, trace a path inside you”. She rubbed herself between her long shapely legs, slipping a finger into herself before running it across my lips “taste it, I’m sure you will want more of your daughter before the nights out”
I was shocked to hear this from my daughter, I had never before been with another woman, never even contemplated the idea of having a bi side to me, remembering how I admired her firm young tits as she danced naked in front of Paul I just smiled, secretly certain she was just trying to get a reaction but would never actually go ahead with what she had just said.
Paul stepped back and we stared into each other’s eyes. Hunger filled me as my eyes fell to his impressive penis, the burning and aching between my thighs intensifying as I heard him saying how beautiful and curvaceous I looked.
Taking my hand in his, Paul led me towards his bed.
Maureen pursed her lips and putting a finger to them indicating no more talking as she turned on the laptop screen, a blue light flickered into life and the screen showed a picture of Paul’s bedroom.
“God, they are planning on getting onto disc” I thought as Paul laid me on the bed. I just prayed they weren’t planning on showing their father.
What was I doing, why wasn’t I threatening them both with all sorts of punishments instead of being so submissive, glancing at Pauls cock I knew why. Wanting to have and to hold my son in my chubby fingers, to tease him and please him with a motherly love, to drain him of his reproduction fluids like nobody else ever had. He was so much thicker than his father, the only man I had ever let get inside me, he had taken my virginity when I was s*******n, now as I took pleasure in seeing Paul I became engrossed in the thought of bedding my son.
I’d never in all my years been so embarrassed about my shape, how I wished I was slim and petit like my daughter with her young teenage hour glass figure, tits still firm and well-rounded, stomach flat and unscarred by c***dbirth, but those days had long since left me if they were really ever there at all, nor had I ever been so turned on as I was now, my son admired my nakedness with eyes that shone with longing, my juices trickled down my inner thighs in rivulet of excitement.
He put his arms around me and pulled me towards him, I could feel his firmness against my naked body as my tits pressed against his masculine chest. Running my hands through his hair and kissing him with an a****l savagery as my tongue discovered his, the two muscles twisting and rotating around each other in a snake dance of delight and intense passion, tasting my daughter’s juices on his lips and tongue.
My pussy was aching as Paul reached down and began to rub a finger between my wet lips, smiling at me with a smile that could charm the birds out of the trees, I parted my legs to allowed him easier access to explore my wetness, his long digits sliding easily along my moist slit.
My head was reeling, it was so wrong, so very wrong, yet it felt as though this was how it was meant to be, my body tingling with excitement, shivers travelled up and down my spine like small electric shocks as his fingers trailed their way to and fro along my gaping cunt, my heart thumping like a jack hammer I felt sure was loud enough to be heard by the neighbours as it beat with uncontrollable force. My legs parting voluntary as he toyed my drenched pussy with experienced young fingers, leaving me under no illusions of him being a novice and wondering how many of those little school sluts he had fucked to have gained so much self-control.
I ached for him to give me what I wanted, thrusting myself towards those probing fingers, my eyes closed as I whimpered with pleasure, I felt so rampant, out of control of my emotion except for the sexual urges that every woman experiences when she’s been deprived of sex and finally finds a willing young stud to extinguish the burning inside her. Wanting To feel my young son’s meat pounding into me, wanting to scream for him to fuck me, but heeding the words of silence the twins had insisted on.
I opened my eyes, on the screen a man was jerking himself off, his hand rubbing frantically at his engorged cock as he watched me being fingered by my son and me aggressively thrusting myself back against Pauls exploring digits that were up my cunt. Now I knew why Maureen had been so adamant about the masquerade masks.
“That’s it super stud, give the old bitch a good fingering, give her cunt a good seeing to for her” the stranger on screen shouted as he beat uncontrollably on his comprehensive cock, finally shooting a load of sperm all over his screen with a contented sigh.
Maureen was sitting in the leather swivel chair to the side of the laptop watching us, her thighs parted as she stroked her extremely wet pussy. She smiled towards me and inserted a finger into her pink moistness before slipping it into her mouth tasting her own juices.
I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wider as Pauls fingers meandered around my hairy pussy teasing my already hard sensitive clitoris.
Maureen reached out, fiddled about with the keyboard and the screen split into two, a man’s face appeared and disappeared just as quickly, so all that could be seen filling the screen was a small flaccid penis. I felt first one, then two fingers penetrate me, plunging ever deeper as my daughter looked on in fascination. Every so often flicking my clitoris with his tongue, eventually he got four fingers pounding into me making me groan with desire, my eyes closed as I pushed back enthusiastically against those exploring thrusting digits, wanting those digits deep inside me as a prelude to the real thing which would surely be inserted into me before much longer. I gasped, throwing my head back against the soft pillow as he plunged into me with his whole hand, it felt massive inserted up me up to the wrist but my gratified whimper gave away the pleasure I was experiencing as I was being fisted for the very first time.
On the screen a man was jerking himself off, his once flaccid cock hard in his hand, “Oh god yes, fists the slutty old maid” the pervert on screen was shouting, rubbing frantically at his engorged penis as he watched me being fisted by my son and aggressively thrusting myself back, impaling myself on Pauls wrist that was stretching my cunt so wide.
I was hornier and more rampant than I had ever been before in my life.
The man on screen finally spurted all over his keyboard and turned off his web-cam, another immediately appeared this one wasn’t worried, his whole fat body relaxed in his chair, a grin spread across his face as he tried to manipulate the smallest cock I had ever witnessed into an erection, I nearly burst out laughing when I see his ball bag being weighed down by two heavy ball bearings. God I had now reached the point when I needed to feel my son pounding into my cunt and I didn’t care who was watching on the web cam.
Paul licked the inside of my soaking wet thighs as he purposely ignored the place I so desperately wanted him. His sister was moving up the bed, brushing her mouth against my stomach as she headed agonisingly slowly upward, eventually kissing me on the lips with a hunger I hadn’t expected as I cupped her well rounded breasts in my hands, tweaking and pinching her firm teats as I kissed her tits before taking her hard nipples into my mouth.
Maureen groaned with pleasure straddling my stomach to expose her hairless cunt to the stranger on screen who was now breathing heavily the panting very audibly as he neared his own climax, both myself and the stranger climaxed together, my screams of ecstasy easily drowning out his whimper of delight. “I love,” I heard the man yell in a foreign accent, as he cum “two sweet fuckable cunts together”.
Maureen lowered herself facing away from the cam, onto my face, pussy lips spread wide, rubbing herself against my mouth until I started licking her. I couldn’t see the screen but I heard the voice loud and clear through the speakers.
“That’s it fuck the old bitch,” I heard him yelling at the screen” fuck I wish my old woman would do that, getting fucked by some young stud as she licks out a nice bit of cunt, eat her muff you fucking carpet muncher, make the young slut scream in ecstasy”
I couldn’t see the screen but I heard the voice loud and clear through the speakers. Roger must have woken up and connected himself online; it was certainly his slurred voice I could hear.
“Now the fun begins” Maureen said in my ear, barely above a whisper.
Paul licked my cunt, his rough tongue drinking enthusiastically at my soaking hole as Maureen swayed against my mouth. I was on the verge of exploding into another uncontrollable orgasm, my back arched against Paul’s mouth as my tongue lapped greedily between my daughters legs.
Maureen adjusted herself and I could just see the laptop screen between her legs.
Roger was stood there, Robert by his side. On her knees in front of them I could see Belinda, her fingers curled around both cocks and stroking them with deliberate slowness, kissing the top of their bulbous heads as beads of cum appeared.
“I wonder who the slut is with super stud and cum bucket tonight” I heard Robert gasp as Belinda licked another bead of cum off the head of his cock.
Paul began rubbing his hard cock against the entrance to my cunt, teasing me; I wanted to scream “fuck me, fuck me now!” as I felt his wet head barely an inch inside me.
Maureen reached behind her, momentarily obscuring my view of the screen. I could feel her hand sliding down my flabby stomach as Paul continued to manipulate my swollen lips, pausing just as she reached my cunt, and then her long slender fingers dived down with such suddenness, instantly having me squealing with pleasure as wave after wave shuddered through me as she sought out my clitoris.
“Oh fuck yeah” the speakers screamed “give the whore all that nice thick cock, fill her with your breeding seed, oh fuck I’m going to cum soon, ram it into her, pound that hairy cunt for all your worth, I want to see your cum dribbling out of her well used, old twat, fuck her like she’s never been fucked before, god, not long now, let’s see if we can cum together super stud, then I can pretend I’m filling her with my cum, make the bitch squirm beneath you as you ram her hard”
Paul didn’t need too much urging from his unsuspecting father. He plunged deep into me, filling me with his hard cock knowing that his father! My husband! Was watching in ignorance was an unexpected bonus.
Thrusting my hips forward, taking him deeper into my cavernous cunt, urgency filled me as we matched stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, I wanted to feel him shooting into me, and I needed him to explode up my cunt, to extinguish the raging fire that burnt there. I wrapped my chubby legs around my sons back using my heels to urge him deeper, as Maureen squirmed over my eager mouth
“Fuck she’s good……”
That was the last I heard as all my attention was being focused on fucking Paul as I grabbed my daughters hips and lapped ravenously at her sweet young fluids as her body stiffened and trembled as my tongue bought her to those heady heights of orgasm.
The intensity of my cunt muscles tightening around Paul was some something I had never before experienced. I was obsessed as my cunt grasped his cock in a vice like grip, thrusting upwards, urging him to fill me with his hot seed, each thrust and stroke becoming ever faster as Maureen juices flowed into my mouth and over my chin.
Paul’s body stiffened and my back arched, as his cock pulsated inside me expanding and contracting rhythmically as his spunk fired into me, filling me, while my own orgasm had me groaning with intense pleasure.
He lay there between my spread thighs exhausted. Then standing up, he spread my cunt lips wide so Roger and Robert could see his cum trickling out of my well used pussy.
“Fucking lovely” I heard roger say.
Looking at the screen I could see Belinda’s head bobbing up and down over my husband’s cock as he held the back of her head, with her other hand she worked on Robert her curled fingers working frantically on his erection.
“Fuck” Roger screamed “oh fuck yeah, I wish I was fucking that bitch, god why couldn’t I have married a dirty old slut like her instead of your prim and proper sister”. His body jerking as he shot his load into Belinda’s mouth. Belinda never even took a breath, her mouth full of my husband’s cum, she just slipped her head straight over Roberts’s penis.
Paul moved forward towards my head, changing places with his sister. His flaccid cock temptingly brushing alongside my lips, I stuck my tongue out, licking at the sperm covered head.
Before I knew what was happening Maureen buried her head between my legs, sucking on my clitoris and puffed up pussy lips, lapping at the cum that Paul deposited inside me and the juices he had teased out of my body with his cock, drinking her fill of our mixed orgasms.
Taking Pauls limp cock in my mouth I sucked greedily, wanting to drain the last of his sperm out of him.
On screen Robert closed his eyes, his body shuddering as he thrust hard into his wife’s mouth. She swallowed both men’s sperm and licked her lips as I swallowed the residues of Paul’s sperm.
Maureen turned off the laptop.
I lay there exhausted, totally spent, trying to get my breath back, my body no more than a shell as I slowly tumbled from the clouds that the twins had put me on. Paul lay between Maureen and me on his single bed, curled up in each other’s arms. We kissed as he caressed my tits.
The twins told me they were super stud and cum bucket, and Uncle Robert and their father were two of their best customers. Visiting their web site on numerous occasions, but that was the first time they had seen their Aunty Belinda.
Since that night we have shared many moments together, both on and off the web-cam, sometimes as a twosome and sometimes as a threesome. We have fucked in every conceivable position. Maureen’s favourite is Paul fucking me from behind as I lick her cunt so she can watch the laptop screen seeing her twins slipping in and out of my wet cunt like a piston as he unleashes his load into me. There are times when we take turns sitting in the chair watching and frigging ourselves to orgasm as the other two perform on the cam in front of my unsuspecting husband and his in-laws.
That is how I became my twin’s slut (I’m no longer Pauls fantasy, I’m now his reality), and internet whore. There was even one time I performed solo on the laptop in front of Robert, Belinda and Roger, with my daughter’s copious amount of sex toys as he called me names and told me what a dirty slut I was as Belinda sucked his cock in front of me.
We always wear the masquerade masks and burn the discs off to watch as we lay together in my martial bed after a good steamy sex session of licking, sucking and fucking each other to exhaustion.
My husband hasn’t a clue I’m Miss Cumalot, his prim and proper frigid wife, that the twins are super stud and cum bucket, that’s the way it’s going to stay.