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Manipulating The NeighborsChapter 8 free porn video
It was more of the same with Liz as it had been the day before, only she didn't know what was going on and had to be "broken in." Eventually, though, I had the "family portraits" I wanted and I made sure that both girls sampled their grandmother's pussy several times. She, too, sampled theirs and Darla's (for the benefit of the girls). They were horrified to see that eventually, like they had, their own grandmother soon began enjoying what was happening to her—if for no other reason than it got her off.
Liz spent the night. The next morning, no one had any recollection of anything that had happened—except me of course. Liz simply remembered going for a visit.
The Hall's left the Grant house around 10pm that evening. I allowed them to get home and cleaned up before also having them totally forget what had happened. Matt did still remember, however, being caught (on camera) raping Darla and remembered losing the bet with me. Each day since then, he continuously worried about when I was going to make good my promise.
He was sitting in his recliner at 11pm when I knocked at the front door. Martha answered in her white, frilly night gown that fell just barely to mid-thigh. The gown did everything it could to keep her breasts from spilling completely out.
Martha seemed a little upset with such a late night visitor.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, not recognizing me.
"I am here to see Matt," I replied smiling, as I walked past her without the slightest hesitation. She closed the door and came after me.
"Hey!" she snapped back, "What are you doing? Where do you think you're going"
By the time she managed to spit all that out, I was in the living room, looking down at Matt, whose face had gone white.
"Hello, Matt," I announced to the stunned man, "I bet you've been wondering when I was finally going to come over."
He said nothing, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence as though he'd seen a ghost.
"You must be his wife, Martha," I said looking directly at her for the first time since very briefly doing so at the front door. Seeing her husband's reaction, her previous anger quickly turned into worry. I reached out to shake her hand, which wasn't offered. As soon as our hands met, I jerked her towards me, wrapping my left arm around her waist. I pulled her so that she was in front of him.
"Matt, do something!" Martha said frantically as my right hand began caressing her right breast through the thin fabric of her gown as he watched.
But he said nothing as I took all the liberty I wanted with his wife. She broke my grip, turned, and slapped me across the face. I quickly grabbed her by her hair, bunching it up in my fist, turned her, forcing her to look at her husband as my other hand pulled the hem of her nightgown up enough so I could snake my hand into the front of her panties and down to her pussy.
She immediately protested, "What do you think you're doing?!? Matt, damnit, do something!!"
But I tightened my grip on her hair, causing her to cry out, as the fingers on my other hand continued playing with her slit—from her clit to her asshole.
She reached up in attempts to remove my hand from her hair. I wrenched her head backwards, allowing me to look directly down at her, "You're going to do whatever I tell you to do."
I bended downward slightly, which to allowed me to angle two of my fingers up into her pussy; the sudden intrusion catching her by complete surprise. I pushed inward until she was standing on her tip-toes.
Holding them tightly inside her, I asked, "Where are your kids?"
"They've already gone to bed," she replied, "Please, leave them out of this. Do what you want with me. But leave theme alone."
This was not the Martha I was accustomed too. Although she fought briefly, the 'always in control' attitude she had displayed over the past few days was nowhere to be seen. She was quickly breaking down, shaking with fright. At the mentioning of her kids, she began to cry.
"Please, just leave," she again pleaded through her tears, after a few moments of no response from me.
"I'll leave when I'm finished," I told her finally breaking that silence, "And I'll be finished quicker if you stop fighting me."
She stopped struggling and after a few moments, I pulled my fingers out of her twat.
I quickly began manipulating (mentally) them both. Within moments both of them were very cooperative.
Almost immediately Martha offered, "We have a new digital camera with three memory cards that can hold around 400 pictures each. We also have a video recorder. I have two blank disks for it."
As she went to get the cameras, I looked at Matt and asked, "You do remember losing the challenge a few days ago, don't you?"
"Of course I remember," he replied.
"I think we are going to start with your son," I informed him.
He grimaced as he nodded. I "adjusted" Martha so she would be overly cooperative when she got back.
Martha returned with the cameras and Matt, after being "told too" ordered her, "Martha, strip."
She looked at him like he'd just lost his mind. Briefly, embarrassment and anger were written all over her face.
"I can't believe you just said that in front of company," she snapped.
"I told you to do something," Matt said angrily, "Now do it!"
"Matt, I don't know what's gotten in to you, but you will not speak to me that way!" Martha shot back angrily.
With quickness that surprised even me, Matt leaped from the chair, grabbing her by the throat, and slammed her against the wall.
"If I fucking tell you to do something, you'll fucking do it," he roared, "And I don't give a shit what you think about it!"
He grabbed the top of the gown, ripping it to downwards, completely shredding the thin garment. He continued pulling the individual pieces until it was completely off of her. He then reached down, ripping her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. Holding her by the neck against the wall with one hand, as her hands gripped his wrist and forearm trying to dislodge him, he shucked his shorts and underwear with the other, his hard cock bouncing free as he did.
Unable to see downward as he pinned her against the wall, Martha didn't know his cock was anywhere close until he slammed it inside of her.
At this point he picked her up, putting her legs around his waist.
As he slammed into her, he said, "You're going to start learning to do what I tell you, when I tell it to you."
"You are a bastard!" she screamed, hitting him on the shoulders and back with her tiny fists. After a few moments, she stopped her frantic struggle, and began pushing back.
After letting her arousal build steadily for several minutes, I had him continue.
"We are about to go upstairs to your son's room," Matt informed her as he increased his tempo, "And we are going to watch you fuck him."
She looked at him speechless for a moment before screaming out, "I'm cumming!!! OOOOHHH GODDD!!!"
"Slut!" Matt spit out, dropping his wife to the floor as soon as she'd finished.
"What?!" she asked confused by the venom in his voice, "You are the one who said it!"
"But I didn't make you cum to it!" he shot back, "How long have you fantasized about fucking Billy?"
"I haven't ever!" she replied again crying. Shock at getting off on the idea of fucking her son, guilty and shame immediately wracked her body, causing her to sob briefly.
"As soon as I said you were going to go upstairs to fuck him, you got off on it!" Matt quickly pointed out, "Seems to me you've at least thought about it once before!"
"That's enough you two," I said tired of their arguing, "I want you both upstairs."
On the way, I told them what I expected. I had Martha "remember" that she and Matt had to do whatever I decided to keep their rape of Darla secret—a rape that I had on video, as I had her recall. They both agreed they remembered our deal and that they would cooperate, both very worried about people finding out about it.
Also on the way upstairs, I made sure Ashley (their daughter) wouldn't awaken until I was ready for her. A few moments later, Martha opened the door to her son's room—completely naked.
Matt and I stood in the doorway, I made sure Billy wouldn't see either of us until I decided for him too.
Martha sat on the edge of the bed, gazing down at her sleeping son. She turned the small bedside lamp on, which threw light over most of the room. He was sleeping soundly on his back, the covers only pulled up to his stomach.
With her left hand, she held a t-shirt over her breasts, which fell down to cover her crotch as well. She used her right hand to push the covers down to his knees before snaking her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, gently grasping his flaccid cock and began playing with it. She watched his face for signs of his awakening but didn't immediately see any, although his cock was definitely responding.
After a few minutes of watching him sleep while his cock hardened, Martha finally watched her son begin to stir.
Billy's eyes finally began to open, squinting at first from the light. After he was able to focus, he realized his mother was sitting on his bed, and that she appeared naked except for a shirt she was holding over herself. He suddenly realized that something was playing with his cock. He looked down, immediately noticing that her hand disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. He HAD to be dreaming, he told himself. But how fucked up was it that he was dreaming about his virtually naked mother playing with his cock, he thought to himself!?!
But all of a sudden he realized he wasn't dreaming at all.
"Billy?" he heard his mother call.
"Mom?" he called confused, "What are you doing?"
"I've waited such a long time for this," she said softly, smiling down at him, "Finally, your father is gone and we have an opportunity."
"An opportunity for what?" he replied sitting up a little.
"You're fourteen now," she replied, "I want you to be able to tell me anything AND I want you to be completely comfortable with me, no matter what the subject is. I also want you to love me forever."
"I will always love you mom!" he replied not yet catching on.
"But I want you to make love to me too," she replied still smiling, dropping the t-shirt to the floor, leaving herself totally naked in front of her now completely stunned son. He had never seen tits before and these were huge!
She smiled as she noticed his eyes moved rapidly between her tits and pussy—even though her legs were still closed and he couldn't see much. He had never seen a real-life pussy before, but had seen them on the internet—and knew immediately he should be able to see her pubs if she had any.
She took his right hand, opened her legs, and placed it on her pussy as she said, "This is yours for as long as you want it."
He didn't say a word as his mother rubbed his hand along her slit, allowing him to touch the first pussy he had ever seen with his own two eyes. She continued, "I won't even have sex with your father if you don't want me too. If you want, I'll help you seduce your sister."
She felt his cock immediately pulsate at that and asked, "Have you ever had sex before Billy?"
"No," he replied quickly.
"Good," she smiled, "Because I want to be your first. I need you inside of me."
He watched in stunned silence as she pulled his boxers down and off his feet. She then laid down on the bed and motioned for him to get between her legs, which he did quickly.
She helped him get in position before helping guide his cock to her slit.
"Push into me baby," she seemed to breathe out.
He didn't have to be told twice, as he quickly sank into her silky, warm, and soaking wet depths. He had no idea what to do other than what he had seen on all the porn videos he'd seen, so he started doing it like they did. Martha soon noticed his eyes hadn't left her tits. She reached up, guiding his mouth down to her right nipple, telling him to suck on it, which he did hungrily. Her other hand was on his ass, as she helped him get into a steady rhythm.
I had Martha forget everything about her and Matt raping Darla. She also forgot about ever knowing me. She "remembered" that she was fucking her son because she had wanted too for so long and tonight was the first opportunity she'd gotten with Matt being gone out of town. She was in heaven as she felt her son's cock pounding away at her needy twat with not a care in the world, other than keeping quiet enough so as not to awaken Ashley who was asleep in the next room.
So when Matt appeared at the door with his hands cuffed behind his back, her shock of seeing him home caused her to initially miss both that he was cuffed AND that he had a gun to his head.
"What in the hell is going on?" he asked, the terror from his predicament evident in his voice, but it was tempered by his shock at the sight unfolding in front of him. He too had "forgotten" about me and our deal. He "remembered" coming home and being jumped at the front door, handcuffed, and forced into the house. Although he tried to protest, the gun pressed against his temple made him think twice about continuing.
Momentarily forgetting about me, Matt looked at his wife and son with complete astonishment and rising anger. The anger set very quickly.
"Hey Hunny," Martha finally stuttered out after a few moments of stunned silence, "What are you doing home?"
"Fuck you," Matt shot back, "Asking why I'm home is NOT a good question from you right now. Billy, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I ... I ... I..." he simply stuttered as he tried to roll off his mother. But I ordered him to stay put.
He didn't really know what to do, but decided that he should continue lying on top of his mother, with his cock still buried in her, although he wasn't moving at the moment.
His situation simply served to terrify his wife and son, but they actually seemed more worried about his finding them together than they were of me and the gun.
I looked at Matt, taunting him, "So, your wife relies on your son to get off? I bet every time you leave the house, she comes running up to his room."
"That's not true," Martha quickly replied, "This was our first time, I swear."
Angrily he snapped back, "Do you think I'm that fucking stupid?!?! Do you think I actually believe I caught you on the first time?! Give me a fucking break!"
He was so angry, he was shaking. He then heard himself say, "If I could make one request, I would like them both to get off."
"Maybe," I replied, "But your own son has turned you into a cuckold—you don't get to make requests. Your son is now the head of this household, or he will be if he does exactly what I tell him too until I leave."
I turned Matt to face me, kissing him hard on the lips before saying, "You're 'the bitch.' If Billy tells you to do something, you'll do it. And if you're good, he might let you fuck your daughter. But I'm sure you'll have to earn it. Isn't that right Billy?"
Billy looked at me with his mouth gaping open. He then heard himself reply, "He's going to have to be really good. Ashley and mom are both mine. I was planning to fuck her after I finished with mom."
I had pushed Matt's jeans and underwear to his ankles, and was playing with his cock as his son spoke. After Billy finished speaking, I said, "Matt, I am going to take the cuffs off. You are going to be a good boy, right?"
He heard himself reply, "Yes, I will."
"Good," I replied and then said, "Now, Billy, I want you to go get your sister and bring her in here. Don't tell her anything."
He seemed to be warming to the idea of being in charge, but he was still a little apprehensive.
"Matt," I said after Billy left the room, "Go fuck your wife."
"Do I have too?" he asked angrily.
"Yes," I snapped back, "Don't question me again, I don't care how pissed you are at them."
Without another word, he got on the bed between his wife's legs, and plunged his cock into her pussy. The quickness of it caused Martha's back to arch off the bed, her mouth opening slightly. The sounds of his hips pounding against her pelvis quickly took over the room. He was clearly trying to take out some of his anger on her pussy. But it was even clearer that she was NOT enjoying it, which seemed to anger him even more.
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