Broken Family Incest Chapter 01 Watching My Whore Mom
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Him.
My biological father.
I couldn't understand why, despite abandoning us when my mother was pregnant with my younger sister, my father was still the first one mom would call whenever something truly bad happened to us.
I couldn’t understand why we had to now move in with him and my half-brothers and worse... his new wife. And like, what was she, number five or six? The guy was a player, he used and then dumped women whenever he felt like, it was the only explanation.
I would have rather stayed homeless or worked my ass off at a shady diner, sparing myself the humiliation and embarrassment this move would be bringing us all, but I supposed me and Melanie, my sister, were the reasons behind mom's sacrifice. So we had to pack and move in with daddy dearest and we had to do it with a smile on our faces.
"Sarah!" I could hear mom shouting from downstairs. "Our ride is here!"
Ah, yes, to make sure we all got home in one piece, “daddy” asked his friend to come pick us up. I sighed and hauled my ass and my two suitcases of bare necessities downstairs, then allowed his friend to grab them and store them in the trunk of his black SUV.
We all huddled together in the back, making for an interesting view, which was probably why this guy kept staring at us and grinning. Me and Melanie were spitting images of our mother, with our blonde hair, perky breasts and slim waists. My mother herself was still looking amazing for her age. In certain light and from certain angles, she even looked our age.
"Is there something the matter, sir?" I asked when I just couldn't stand the staring anymore.
The man shook his head and with his eyes still on the road, answered my somewhat rude question. Mom had nudged me, but the question was already asked and I wanted my answer.
"In all the years I've known Mike, he never mentioned having such beautiful daughters. See, all Missy gave him were boys and the ones that followed her just gave him sass and attitude. A house full of dicks, literally and figuratively. You'll see," he laughed.
Great. We were going to be living in Dude Central, with a side of bitchy cuntcakes.
Six hours later, the SUV stopped in front of a large contemporary style house.
"Is this it?" Melanie asked, eyes glued to the car's window. Well, I supposed the house was pretty cool. It had a sweet design and a spacious front yard.
"Home sweet home," the man asked.
"Thanks," I said and nudged my sister out. We needed to get off and get on with our new lives. I supposed I should have been nicer to the guy, but mom's overly thankful attitude made up for my shitty one. She had always been so submissive regarding men, it was frustrating. It was like the moment a guy was in the vicinity and somewhat related to us, all her fire and independence vanished and a total stranger stood in this amazing woman's stead.
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed them approach us.
He was right, this was a house full of dicks. As of today, I officially had three older brothers. And a father, but... he was not at the forefront of my thoughts now. They were.
They wore football team jerseys, black and red, and ripped jeans, which complimented their bad boy vibes and shit-eating grins. I recalled mom had mentioned in passing how they were all future honor graduates with bright sports careers. All I could see was testosterone and domineering attitudes.
"Hey, beautiful," one of the boys said and snatched the luggage from me. "Welcome home!"
"Hello," I replied back, my eyes going from one to the other.
They were hot. If they weren't my brothers, I'd have fucked them all. Broad shoulders, dark brown hair cropped short, army style, and they smelled of... wilderness and barbecued meat. So unlike the guys back home.
The welcome dinner was a pretty relaxed, quite pleasant affair. Father's new wife was as meek as my mom, barely talking, busying herself with clearing the table or bringing out more dishes. The guys, Darren, Scott and Lexus, on the other hand, seemed unable to take their eyes off me and my sister and it made me more than a little uncomfortable. They weren't looking at us the way brothers looked at their sisters. Their gazes lingered on our round breasts, on the way we swallowed what we ate, Scott even winked at Melanie when she dropped something in her blouse and had to fish it out with her fingers. In a way, it was flattering, but also very, very wrong. Oh, if only we weren't related at all.
"I see you're a meat kind of girl," Darren teased me when we caught a moment alone and I blushed.
I was helping my mom load the dishwasher and he trapped me there. My body instantly reacted to his proximity and I kept repeating in my head that this was my brother.
Brother. Brother. Brother.
"Yes, well, who wouldn't enjoy a juicy steak?" I replied in the sweetest tone I could.
"What other meats do you enjoy, then?" he asked and for a moment there, I could swear he was referring to his cock, rather than venison, pork or cow.
"Same as anyone, I guess?"
I started the program for a quick clean and turned around. I gasped when I found myself within inches of his face.
"What are you doing?" I asked, placing my hands between us. Wow, his pecs were rock hard!
"I wanted to see the color of your eyes. You have dad's eyes," he added, "warm brown, same as mine."
He winked and pulled away, leaving the rest of the plates for a second run of the program. And I smiled and promised myself I needed to figure out something about the thick tension we had between us before I said or did something stupid and ruined this.
Once done with the kitchen stuff, I searched for my mom. I was about to call her, when I saw something that turned my world upside down.
She was with my father, in a shadowy corner of the living room, her blouse buttons all undone, her bra lowered to her waist, her skirt hitched up, eyes wide and lips trembling. Father had his hands between her legs and she was pressed against the wall, moaning and murmuring his name. I glued myself to the wall, but I couldn't help watching what was happening.
"You're still as tight as I remember it, baby," he said and did something inside her pussy that made my mom yelp. “Almost as if you haven’t allowed another cock to fuck my pussy. Have you, Diana? Have you given away what is mine?”
"I haven't been with another man, I swear, please don’t punish me, Master."
Master? What the heck was that? He ran his hands all over her soft body and I would have said or done something, but she bent her head back and allowed him to touch her like that. She looked happy, relieved.
I sighed.
In all these years, I’ve never seen or heard my mom with another guy. Not like this. She had guy coworkers, but she never even as much as texted them. Yet she was still a woman, still alive, and beautiful and desirable. She must’ve craved sex, the touching, the attention, the release. It was horrible enough for me, my body screaming to be shared, so I assumed it was doubly worse for her, who knew how good sex was.
"I can feel that," he said in a very lecherous way. "I was just messing with you. But don't worry, you will get some cock soon. You will do everything I say, like you promised, in return for helping you out."
“Yes, Master, I will worship your cock.”
My mom looked away, her cheeks red, clearly ashamed, and I lowered myself to the floor before her gaze landed on me. It was suddenly so quiet in the living area. Everyone else had gone to bed or to watch TV and it was just me on the main floor. Me and the filthy scene taking place just a few feet away. They were so close, I could hear it all, from his humiliating words, to the wet sounds her pussy was making when he played with her pussy. Obscene squelching, never stopping, my mother’s breaking becoming more rapid and erratic and punctuated by gasps every time he changed his trick repertoire. He slapped her between her legs, then pinched and caressed her, then slapped her again, the sound startling me. Did that feel good? I really wanted to know.
"What about your wife?" mom asked. "What about the others?"
"Every one of them bitches is very obedient, don't you worry about that. Now come, spread that cunt open for me and let me remember how it felt to plunge my cock inside its heat. You will be my slave and let me use you any way I please. That was our arrangement. If you want out, you can beg me once I've bred you once again. And this time, the little bitch stays with me, no more letting you keep your babies."
"Michael..."
"Shut it, bitch, you and I both know you're a slut; that's why I left you. No good woman fucks so much. A good girl needs to be taken, you gave too willingly. Fucking whore.”
I was shocked. Frozen. I couldn't move, even if I wanted to. I was watching my mother trade sex for a roof over our heads and father was talking to her in such vulgar terms, making her know she was at his mercy and that he was going to be taking full advantage of everything and shit, it was rather hot. He was so dominant, so in control, so manly…
I watched him lift her skirt some more and better position himself between her legs, revealing a monstrous, veiny cock. I’d never seen anything like it, so big and thick and dripping with some clear liquid. Before long, he was thrusting inside her. Mom yelped again and held onto his shoulders as he hammered his cock in and out of her. She threw her head back and let herself go, eyes half lidded with desire. She had probably missed sex, like I’d guessed, but more than that, had missed him. The space began to smell of them, of her pussy juices, of his sweat and my own hand started to work its way towards my panties, under the oppressive chorus of moans and grunts coming from them. I felt so hot and the scenarios my mind was conjuring were even more so, because I was imagining not one, but several men holding me down like that, like mom was, while they plunged their cocks into my virgin pussy. I lowered my panties to rest under the swell of my ass and I reached a finger deeper along my slit, teasing my hole. Soon, soon I would get a boyfriend and some cock.
"What a little slut," someone murmured in my ear and I almost fell face-forward into the living area, interrupting my parents' intimate moment. Strong arms caught me and pushed me back against the wall I was hiding behind, in a similar fashion to how mom had been minutes ago.
Darren was staring at me with those brown eyes of his, an indecipherable look on his features. I thought he was going to rat me out, call our parents, get me punished, but he was just standing there, watching me intently.
"You're wrong, I'm not doing anything," I rushed to say and pulled my hand away, letting it rest, wet against my thigh. Oh God, could he smell me? I could smell my arousal, so he definitely could too.
This was so embarrassing! I felt my face flush and the ambient temperature double.
"What I meant was, carry on," he replied and took my wet hand and guided it back between my legs, making me touch my pussy while he watched. His hand stayed on top of mine, pressing and moving in circular motions, all the while his eyes bore into mine.
"Like mother, like daughter," Darren taunted. “Dad said his first wife was the sluttiest bitch he’d ever fucked, and I guess he was right. Look. At. You. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
My eyes filled with tears, because damn it, I wasn't a slut! Sure, I liked to talk trash and brag about sex and imagine fucking everyone I fancied, but I was a virgin! If he knew, perhaps... perhaps he would let me go? But before I could say anything else, my mother screamed out Mike's name, and I heard a mocking laughter. I raised my gaze to look at my parents again. My father had stopped thrusting inside my mother, but held himself between her legs.
“What do you say?” Mike demanded.
“Thank you for your cock and cum, Master,” my mother panted, all spent.
"Don't you dare clean yourself after, baby," he said and released her. "I want you to fall asleep with my cum in your pussy and dream about this. Your cunt is mine and from now on, it shall be filled with sperm, one way or another."
Darren drew in a sharp breath and whispered in my ear. "That was so hot, don't you think?"
I couldn't think, not only because his hand was still moving mine, driving me towards something I hadn't truly felt before, but also because I was so aware of my parents in the other room, of my mother's labored breath and what they had just done.
"Answer me when I ask you something, sis," he insisted and to make his displeasure known, he pinched my pussy. I swallowed my little cry of shock.
”Yes, yes it was," I replied, looking at the patterned carpet, the grey walls, the flowers in their glass vases, at anything and everything except Darren's face. He had just touched my bare pussy! The first man to ever do that and he was my brother!
"I am glad you think so, because I have news for you," he laughed.
I found it hard to focus, with the way he was making my body feel and the way my eyes were glued to my mother cleaning father’s cock with her tongue before the man kicked her to the floor, like he was discarding a rag. He was the man of the house and she was at his feet, a bitch to fuck. I would have expected her to look at him angry, but she wore a smile on her face. She seemed… glowing.
Darren pulled on my hair to draw my attention again. "The agreement your bitch mother has with dad? You have that with me and my brothers. Your ass is ours. Your cunt’s gonna get plowed tonight."
"What? NO!"
I covered my mouth with my free hand, afraid I had alerted my parents of my presence there. What would my mother say… The hand near my pussy was trying to get rid of Darren’s. I slapped at his digits, accomplishing little except smearing my juice on his skin.
"Then you three can pack your bags and get lost," he said and pushed a finger against my sensitive flesh. It hurt, but it hurt more when he removed it from my body. His touch hadn’t been entirely unwelcomed, after all. And I kind of wanted more, despite how wrong it would be.
Darren got up, wiped his hand on my hair and looked down at me. "If you agree to my terms, come to my bedroom later tonight and we can continue this. If not, I expect to be hearing from dad that you're all already leaving. And if you think it's safer out there, need I remind you that winter is coming and you're all just like... easy prey out there. You won't last a week alone, in the cold snow. Such a shame, dead at 21. And if you think you will, your last resort would be to suck and fuck some homeless dudes for stale bread. Imagine how they taste, little sis."
I thought I stood there, leaning against the wall, feeling like the sky had fallen on my head, for a good fifteen minutes of pure fright. I couldn't let my mom know I knew what she'd done for me and Melanie. I also couldn't tell her I watched it all and that it made me so hot and bothered, I was fingering myself in rhythm to dad's thrusts in her pussy. I was better than that. At least as far as she knew.
So I guessed I had to listen to Darren. I wondered what all he would do to me. On shaky legs, I went to my room to change into something less easily accessible. My pajamas, a blouse and pants, the least sexy things I owned, were going to be my protective armor.
I was just throwing the skirt I had on in the laundry basket, when someone knocked on my door. I called them to come in and braced myself for Darren to appear, angry that I was taking too long. But instead of Darren, it was my mom.
"Mom?"
She peeked inside my bedroom, taking in everything, from the furniture to my current state of partial undress. "Getting ready for bed?"
"Something like that. Come on in mom, fully!”
“I, uh,” she began, but I noticed her gaze wouldn’t quite reach my face.
“What is it, mom?” I asked and went to her in a hurry. She was worrying me.
“Your daddy needs to see you. Alone,” she whispered and it sounded more like a confession, a sin she was going to let surface for the first time.
“Why? What did I do?”
She looked up at me. “You watched us. I could hear you and Darren. He says to come now. Hurry.”
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