The Best Kind

[theincestmagazine-deactivated20]

You like being able to just yank Mothers pants down, and bend me over for a Fuck! .. Don’t you Honey?! .. Feels good to be able to dump your Cum in a Fertile Pussy! .. One you can actually Fuck a Baby into! .. Well as long as you do that Mother Fucker! .. You can Fuck Mothers Cunt whenever you feel the need! .. Its yours for the duration Son! .. Mother will be your long term Fuck Toy!

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[droc828]

I think my daughter is trying to seduce me. She doing a great job!!

[katie42hottest]

[sluttyaunty]

Aunty Melissa agreed that I could do work experience with her. It meant I had to stay with her for 2 weeks. It turned out that Uncle was on a business trip most of the time and Aunty wanted to be naughty. We fucked all over the house, and in her office. Oh boy is she hot, absolutely filthy in bed. She sucks cock with such abandon and fucks like a desperate whore.

[just-three-words]

[your-naughty-nurse-deactivated2]

With a hot girl half your age like me, you’ll pop fast Daddy.

[risk-e-venture]

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 1 (Meet the Parents)

I first got into “the lifestyle” about a year ago. It started simple enough, a profile on a fetish site letting people know I was curious. Then some rope tying parties, a few spankings, and next thing I knew, I was getting emailed invitations to (fairly expensive) fetish events. Now, an event is like a fair, except the main attraction is all the fair goers dressing sexy, engaging in “scenes”, and generally finding fun ways to make each other cum, publicly, all over the hotel (or other rented property).

Still, I wasn’t in the game very long when I learned that my parents were not only also, “in the same scene” as me, but that they were weirdly famous in it. Now… in fairness; I knew they were kinky, that they were swingers, etc… But, having it said to me while I was spanking a woman who was my Mother’s age was a whole other matter. Still, the people in the community were super cool about it, and as a semi-poor student, I didn’t go to enough events to run into them.

So Mom, Dad, and I talked about it briefly, and after that, the weirdness pretty much went away… for about a year.

Fast forward to very recently, and I’d been saving up for months so I could attend an event I desperately wanted to go to… but I knew my parents would be there too. I… did the only thing I could. I told them, and we talked about it. In the end, they basically didn’t care. In fact, when I acted like they would care, my dad actually scoffed loudly and said, “Please. We’re shameless freaks!”. He elaborated of course, but my dad is a bit of a shit-head, so I won’t go into the details.

Anyways, the end result, was that we were all going to a huge event called “Naughty Winter Fest”, and it was a super-hero and super villain theme. There was a lot of subtle details involved, like people who were into rape fantasies would wear specifically colored rings indicating that they only wanted hero’s or only wanted villains; and that they wanted to be captured… But there is too much, so I’ll try to keep it simple. At the end of the day, it broke down to this; Mom, Dad, and I would all go together and get adjoining rooms. They would cover my room cost, and drive us all, but Mom got to use my room to store a bunch of her clothes, shoes, and make-up, and she could come and go as she pleased to “take 5”, or just get dressed in peace. At first the request seemed really odd, but then I saw mom load the car with 3 suitcases for a 5 day event, and that was just her stuff! And so, off we went.

It was kind of cool actually. My parents were reasonably cool the whole drive there. Mom talked about a corset dealer she couldn’t wait to shop at who was going to be there, and Dad… was a prick. But, nothing too new, and it was honestly fairly normal.

When we got there I learned that Dad brought a different Joker outfit for each day of the week, and mom brought about 500 Harley Quinn outfits and enough make-up to last Hollywood for a year. They were playing Harley and Joker as a married couple, because that apparently turned dad on (eww). Mom brought so many outfits because she wanted to change her look constantly between Harley’s various looks over the years, plus some stuff she saw online that was concept art, PLUS some stuff she made up. It all sounded really cool and even a little normal until Mom casually mentioned that another reason for all the outfits is that she could never tell what was going to get ripped off of her or end up with cum stains on it throughout the day…

Yeah. I’ll be honest, that was my first “holy shit” moment. I mean, I guess I’d been trying not to think about. I was just so happy that I was finally at one of the biggest and naughtiest events of the year, that I hadn’t really thought about what it meant that my parents were here. I mean, up until then… it had all been kind of abstract. But now my Mom was talking about getting cum on her dress, and her mascara running from… and suddenly I was very aware that my Mom was a goddamn bombshell.

I mean, I know it’s weird to brag about your mom, but she was fit, had big tits, gorgeous hair, lovely eyes, a sweet voice that was low and sensual when she wanted it to be… And I began to realize just how awkward this might get. Of course, Mom would constantly be covering her hair with various wigs, and covering her eyes with contacts, and covering up her near perfect complexion with tons of make-up… but I seriously doubted that the goal of her outfits would be to make herself look LESS sexy…

Dad didn’t ask what I was wearing, but Mom did. I blew the question off telling her that I had several costumes and I was going to “wing it”. Then, dressed in a strikingly naughty Harley Quinn outfit, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, said “Be safe slugger”, and her and dad went off to “play”.

The truth was, I was only planning on being Batman for the weekend, full mask and all. But it was already weird knowing which ones were my Mom and Dad, I thought it might even creepier if they recognized me too.

I will say this though, as I began to mingle, I was VERY happy with my choice of outfits. Because of recent movie trends, the DCU characters like Harley, Joker, and Batman were crazy unpopular, so very nearly everyone there was dressed as Marvel characters or “other” comics. And being unique and being desirable could be very closely linked at these events. I tried not to think about how popular that would make my parents too; tried, but failed. Anyway, the day went great. I hit a few classes, bought a new set of handcuffs, and “played” with  more than one very lovely woman who felt that topless was the only way to be at these type of events. In short, I was having a great fucking day!

And then…

Toward late afternoon, I entered one of the larger “play areas” to find a dozen or so couples… no, not couples, “groups”, engaged in various fun and naughty activities that involved moaning. But, most people were gathered in one spot, so I wandered over that way to check it out. There, I saw my Mom and dad… Mom was wearing a completely different Harley outfit than I’d last seen her in, and I secretly hoped it was just because she felt like a change and not one of the “other” reasons she’d mentioned earlier. Now, she was wearing knee high boots, with thigh high stockings held up by garters. She had on a pair of fingerless gloves that went all the way up to her elbows, and under outfit she had been wearing a very naughty fishnet piece, that was like a body glove. The whole thing was Harley Quinn themed of course, but her Jacket, her Skirt, and her panties were all in a pile nearby. I could hear her making naughty promises to the man whose lap she was sitting in, as she fiddled with his fly and then reached into his pants to fish out his cock; but it wasn’t really my Mom’s voice, because she was doing a spot-on Harley Quinn impression. It was a perfect capture of her voice from the original show, and, until that moment I’d never thought of that voice as sexy but…. damn.

So… there I was. My mom straddling my dad’s lap, both of them in costume, my mom’s, EVERYTHING, basically on display for a whole room full of people; and then, from out of my dad’s pants, came one of the biggest dicks I’ d ever seen. A few appreciative gasps, noises and compliments came from the crowd, and then, as mom positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, she looked over her shoulder at me.

My heart was suddenly hammering, and somewhere in my throat. After a few endless seconds, I realized that I had a full face-mask and that mom was just looking at “a man” and not “Me”. At least not on purpose she wasn’t. Then, she licked her lips, and began to slowly slide down that oversized cock. As she did, she smiled and commented in her Harley Quinn voice, “What?! Did you think I married him for his personality?!?” And then she gave a very Harley laugh, that turned into a very “Mom” moan as she worked more and more of his cock into her.

I couldn’t help but stare. It was so surreal. I was watching my Mother’s pussy lips spread open, and slowly slide down a giant dick while her all too familiar voice gently moaned and whimpered in pleasure. It took them a minute or two before he had opened her up enough inside for them to be able to fuck one another, but eventually, they got there. After that, Mom’s voice went right back to being Harley’s, and she talked dirty to both my dad, and to the crowd. Often, she would look back at me.

It didn’t take Dad long to announce that he was close, when he did, Mom said, “oh yeah puddin’? Are you close baby? Well, you better do a good job! Because I’m pretty sure that’s Batman over there”, she said, looking over her should and smiling back at me. “And you wouldn’t want old Batsy, your worst enemy, to have bend your wife over right in front of you, and show you how it’s done…” and then her tone changed from playful, to a sultry, serious, and teasing purr as she looked at him and said “Would you?” in a way that told everyone there that he absolutely would. Next thing I knew his dick swelled up, his balls swelled, then clenched, and he began fucking her as hard as he could and shouting that he was cumming in between guttural yells.

He orgasmed inside of her, and when he was done, she ran her fingers through his hair, told him he did a good job, and then he grabbed her ass, spread her asscheeks, and asked the audience in general, “Whose wants to take the next ride on my Harley”. I hated to admit it, but his joker impression was very Mark Hamill, which is just another way of saying “perfect”. But he continued, “No need to fight boys… It’s not like you have to go one at a time”. He said it as sinisterly as possible, and mom just laughed, and playfully swatted his shoulder, chiding him with a falsely shocked, “PUDDIN!’” But, she wasn’t saying no. And as her eyes scanned the crowd with lazy lust, I knew I had to get the fuck out of there.

I went back to my room and stayed there the whole rest of the night. I changed back to normal clothes, and then for the next 6-9 hours, I just watched T.V. and tried not to think about what my mom was doing, or what was being done to her. I tried… and I failed. I must have masturbated 5 or 6 times in that one afternoon, and every time it was my own mom’s face I was seeing. The only that kept changing was the outfit… because mom kept changing. I played it off like we just happened to keep catching each other, and, as her concern grew, I assured her that I was out and about when she wasn’t there, and it was just coincidence. As always, she was a sweetheart about it, telling me it was okay, and adding, “Just make sure you have fun this week slugger. This is as much your week as it is your Dad and mine’s”.

Mom changed outfits 4 more times that day. Sometimes she just wanted to, but most of the time it was because something had been torn off her, got cum splashed on it, or her make-up was either smeared, or all over some guy somewhere.

It was only day one. I had 4 more days of this to go through. And I couldn’t even imagine what tomorrow was going to be like. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

[risk-e-venture]

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 2A (Meet Bad Auntie Kitty)

(Author’s note: read pt 1 for background details)

My Mom was dressed as a new flavor of crazy every morning at the fetish event. When she came out of the bathroom with her wig, make-up, Suicide Squad style Harley Quinn outfit, and a baseball bat, she turned to me, and with contacts in her eyes and her best “I’m gonna kill you or fuck smile” she asked, “Well slugger?! Does Mommy look properly CRAZY!?” She said it, as almost always recently, in a perfect Harley Quinn impression, and the result was equal parts erotic and frightening. I kept that part to myself, and just smiled and clapped, telling her “yes mom”. Seemingly very pleased with her result, she gave the mirror one last glance, unwound a bit of hair that was looking too normal, and told me, “remember to have fun today sweetie”, before heading out the door with dad.

Thanks to my costume, which I donned once more, Mom had no idea that I’d already watched her “do her thing” with dad, and she definitely didn’t know that in the course of a day she had gone from my sweet and loving Mother to my “go to” masturbation fantasy.  I hadn’t slept well the night before, for obvious reasons, but I’d decided at some point that if I couldn’t shake my Mom’s image, and I couldn’t free myself from fantasizing about her, then I may as well see something good. So, after building up my courage, and bracing myself as best as I could… I took a deep breath, and headed out into the event. I was dressed as batman with a full face-mask, and I was out  to try and find a way to, sort of casually find Mom and dad, and watch her without being too obvious and getting caught.

Now, it is worth mentioning at this point, that my Mom always called me “slugger”, and my Aunt always called me “tiger”. You see, the two loved to dress up all my life. They both loved movies, video games, comics; you name it. So they took every opportunity to be in some kind of sexy costume, and, being sisters, they would often compete, dressing the same. It could get eerie, and when I was still very, very young, they started a tradition. Whenever they saw me and they were dressed the same, my Mom would say “hey there slugger”, and my Aunt would say “well hello there Tiger”, and that way, even at a very young age, I could always find my mom. Why bring this up? Because my Mother fucking Aunt was at the event! Yeah! Shocked the shit out of me, I’ll tell you that much. I had NO IDEA that my Aunt was kinky. I didn’t know she liked ropes, or latex, or spanking, or group sex, or any of that shit. But I can tell with certainty, right bloody now, that she likes all of those things because I SAW her there.

Oh, it gets worse… Because you know what else she likes? A bit of incest… I know THAT little tid-bit, because when I found my mom, she was sitting in a big comfy chair, with her legs spread; and she was biting her lip and making soft pleasure sounds as my aunt, her sister… sat between her legs dressed as CatWoman and gently rubbed at Mom’s mound, through her pants.

I had braced myself for a lot of possibilities before leaving the room that morning, but this wasn’t one of them. I was going to need SO MUCH therapy… The two talked, and flirted, and moaned. They giggled playfully, and… As stupid as this may sound, I almost came in my pants when Mom took Catwoman’s head in her hand, pulled her up to her lips, and with slow, deliberate lust, pressed their full, red lips together. Their kiss was relatively tame, but knowing who they were, and, again, I know it’s weird, but, seeing how good they were at it, was just so intense. If I could have taken a photo of just their lips as they met, I could have posted it online and charged $10 to people who wanted to look at it for 10 minutes and masturbate.

To make matters worse, I’m sure this sounds weird, but my Aunt had always been “safe” to fantasize about. Like I said, her and Mom always dressed up, got a little tipsy, and acted sexy and flirty when they got together. So while I couldn’t view my own Mom “that way”, my Aunt very rarely visited, and seemed enough like an exotic older woman to be kind of fair play for the “spank bank”. She wasn’t my biggest fantasy or anything. But I’d thought about her. And now, as I watched, my Mom pulled her up onto the chair, slowly unzipped her outfit over the course of, what seemed like agonizingly sensual minutes. Then Mom licked her fingers before she gently began to rub my Aunt’s clit.

The sisters went at it like that for god knows how long. My Mom fingered, rubbed, and even licked “CatWoman” until she’d cum a half dozen times and, always, they took their time. Every move was like a carefully planned work of art. Every lick, a drawn out torture. When my Aunt couldn’t take anymore, she begged and pleaded to my Mom, whimpering “your turn” over and over again until she agreed. Now, at this point, lots of people had been watching, and a few had been masturbating. I had not dared… but that changed when my Aunt took her position, pulled my Mom into her lap so she was facing away from her, and began to grope and fondle her with great attention and affection.

I had no idea where the fuck my dad was in all this, and I didn’t care. Like a half-dozen other people already doing it, I took my cock out and slowly began to stroke it. I tried my best to stay cool, and drag it out for as long as I could. But… my Aunt slid Mom’s top down, and exposed her pale and perfect breasts to us, and with one hand, she cupped and squeezed a single tit. Then, her other hand slipped quietly down the front of my Mother’s pants, and a moment later she cried out, and began to squirm in her lap. It was…. a lot.

They nibbled on one another, kissed, licked, and caressed. The rolled from one form of play to another, breaking out various toys, and using them to the delight of the growing crowd. At one point a guy near to them said he was about to cum, and my Aunt turned to him, slapped his hand away, and purred, “Mmmm… give it to mummy”; as she quickly stroked him to orgasm. His load landed mostly on the floor, but some made it to her cheek. Honestly, I had to stop touching myself immediately. I can’t tell you how fucking confusing it was to watch my Aunt pretending to be someone else’s mom, while also pretending to be Cat Woman, while also making out with my mom, while she was making a guy cum…. and have it be one of the hottest moments of my life. But whether I understood it or not, I knew I needed to take five or I was gonna cum too.

And then, as my Mom pulled my Aunt back to her for another kiss, my Aunt stopped her, and, looking directly at me, she said; “Oh my sis…. I mean, Harley. Look at Batman over there. His dick is at least as big as your husband’s!”

And with that, several people turned to look at me. My Mom looked over and met my eyes while my Aunt gently sank a dildo into her over and over again. Then, my Mother’s eyes traced from my face to my cock appreciatively, and she gave me a wicked smile before saying in her Harley Quinn voice, “Well hey there Batsy, we keep meetin’ like this huh?” Then she looked back at my dick, and licked her lips, adding, “Be sure to save sum o’ that for me bats; I DO luv the big ones!” Then, she unwittingly gave a sexy little wink to her own son, and, for proper effect, she pulled her sisters face down her, and, with a moan, she licked the cum off her cheek.

Yeah… I had my cock back in my hand in a flash, and my hand was a fucking blur as I stroked myself to orgasm in no time all. I came with a roar, and, for a second, I thought I was going to black out I came so hard.

When I was done, my Mom and Aunt were both smiling at me appreciatively, and, almost in unison, they said, “Nice.”

After that little display, as inconspicuously as I could, I made way to the back of the crowd, and then back to my room. I needed to catch my breath. This was fucking crazy. This was a mega-ton, of fucking crazy. And worse, it was also the hottest shit I had ever seen. Hell, I had never had a fantasy, no matter how bizarre or intense, that compared to what I had now ACTUALLY SEEN. But… this was only day 2 of 5. And whereas before, that seemed like a sentence, now it struck me more as a time limit. I had a very limited window to see what, I could only imagine, I would be masturbating too for the rest of my life. So, I braced myself, cleaned up a bit, and headed back out into the event.

I spent hours not seeing any family members, which, is a weird sentence, but, weirder, still, I was looking for family members… on purpose… Don’t judge.

When I was about ready to give up, I headed for the bathrooms. They were unisex…or at least, they were now. Someone had covered up the boy/girl symbols with signs that said, “Do whatever the fuck you want”. So I picked a door and went in. Once inside, I heard the now familiar sounds of some people getting it on in one of the stalls. The wall was rattling, and moans were coming loud and fast. So, someone was wrapping up. I smiled, and, finding that I was in, what once once a ladies bathroom, I headed into a stall of my own. As I was coming out, I saw Cat Woman and Harley Quinn, laughing about something as they washed their hands. It was, of course, my Mom and Aunt. They hadn’t seen me yet, and I was still in my costume, I was anonymous… sort of.

As they turned to leave without noticing me, my Aunt grabbed a handful of my Mother’s but with a loud clap, and, forcefully, she pushed her up against the wall drawing a squeal and a “Hey” from my Mom. But my Aunt, explained quickly as she sank to her knees on the bathroom floor, saying, “Relax sis, you just still have some cum from that last guy dripping out of your ass”. And then her face was buried in my Mother’s ass, as mom’s whole body went rigid before she grabbed the wall and started moaning all over again. After what seemed like a solid minute of vigorous licking, my Aunt finally relented, and Mom, breathless, managed to say “thanks doll” (still in character. God damn she was good). When they were both standing and recovered, Mom left, and my Aunt went to follow her before she caught a glimpse of something in the mirror, and then, turning back to me, she smiled and said, “well hello again stranger”.

(to be continued in part 2B)

[risk-e-venture]

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 2b (Auntie Kitty Gets It)

(Author’s note: These work best when read in order)

I was a deer in the headlights. I’d spent most of the morning watching my Mom and Aunt taking sinful care of one another, and I’d done it in costume, so my Batman mask continued to protect me. But I’d just witness them once more in one of the bathrooms at the super-hero themed sex event we were all attending, and now, though my Mother had left, my Aunt had very much spotted me. She’d seen me watching them at least once before, and while  my identity was secret, the fact that I’d been watching them was definitely out of the bag. So, my Aunt, dressed as Cat Woman, turned to me, and with a wicked little smile she purred, “Well hello again stranger”.

Dumbly, I nodded. I was determined to keep my mouth shut so I wouldn’t have to do a stupid Batman impression in order to disguise my voice. Cat Woman didn’t seem to mind, and respecting what, to her, must have looked like misplaced shyness, she invited me to tag along with her to her next playroom; adding on that I didn’t have to play if I didn’t want to.

So, with another nod, I started following my Aunt around the fetish event… And, everywhere she went, she seemed determined to “up the ante’”. At first she engaged in some light bondage, and invited a guy dressed like Mr. Purple to fuck her tits as if he’d captured her and was forcing her to please him. When he had finished all over her chest, she wiped herself down and quickly found someone who wanted to “Spank a very bad kitty”. And, though I knew it was a thing, I’d never actually seen someone spanked to orgasm before… She reveled in a large variety of naughty pleasures, never seeming to get enough, and always taking the time to wiggle her finger my way, and invite me to tag along to whatever trouble she could get into next.  

After that she found three guys dressed like henchman and she asked one of them to threaten her with a gun and make her jerk them all off. When they were close, their leader took the fake gun out again and ordered her onto her knees. She looked at him and moaned as she obeyed, so he would know it was okay. And then, she played up the fact that they were “forcing her” to do these things as she sucked them all off and made them cum down her throat one by one. It took her no time at all to make them pop, and as an added bonus… She made sure to show them the contents of her mouth before swallowing dramatically.

Just when I thought she was sure to be done, she spotted a guy dressed like batman from batman beyond and she BEGGED me to double team her with him since it would, technically, be a father/son thing. I… couldn’t in the moment. I am not sure if I would have said no, or caved in and gone for it, because I took too long of a pause… and since I hadn’t spoken once, she took my freezing up as a no. So, with a half-serious, half-playful pout on her full red lips, my Aunt went off to proposition him without me.

I may have hesitated, but one look at my Aunt, and he had no such reservations. And not only did I watch this guy bend my Aunt over and fuck her right in front of me, but the first guy to walk past was quickly asked to join them. And as he took his dick out, my Aunt looked up at him and asked, “Do you want mommy to suck that while your friend has his way with me?” He started moaning and stroking himself before he even got it near her lips and it didn’t take 30 seconds before he told her “I’m gonna cum mommy!”. In response, she took him out of her mouth and jerked him off all over her face. Behind her, her other lover showed no signs of slowing, and so I watched him hammer my Aunt from behind while cum dripped down her face and hung off her chin.

When it was all said and done, I desperately needed to cum.

My Aunt had been amazing, and I hoped and prayed that this wasn’t her last day there as I started back for my room. By now, it was late, very late. The halls were mostly empty now, and besides a few night owls and strays, everyone was already back in their rooms and resting up for tomorrow. But as I began to walk away, my Aunt finished cleaning up and quickly stalked up behind me, and wrapping her arms around my waist. She held me there for a second, testing the waters not doubt after a day of perceived shyness and hesitancy on my part. But after a few moments, she took my lack of trying to stop her as permission. Then, with a low and playful moan, she slid one hand down over my belt, and began to stroke it along my inner thigh.

“It’s been a long day for you, huh?” she asked. And, silently, I nodded. I felt like I hadn’t cum in years. I was crazy turned on, and I desperately needed release. The late hour only seemed to highlight this fact. Then my Aunt added, “It’s a shame, I never got to show you what I’m best at…” Then, after a pause, she confessed, “sucking cock”. And as she said it, her hand went from my thigh, to up over the outline of my hard-on, and suddenly she was doing a very different kind of stroking. And, god help me, I leaned back into her and moaned. It felt SO good to have someone else touching me. I had come to this event to get 10 different kinds of laid, but all I’d done, for two whole days, was watch my dirtiest and newest fantasies come true right before my eyes; and not participate in them.

Then my Aunt, still, very carefully, very gently stroking me; wrapped up her sales pitch. “I’m no Harley Quinn,” she began, correctly guessing at my preference. “But I promise you” she said, leaning closer to my ear and whispering the words again, sweetly, “promise you”…. “That if you invite me back to your room with you, you’ll experience the most amazing blowjob of your life”.

Well… it was hard to argue with that kind of logic. And, I figured so long as I still had my mask on, why not! And again… don’t judge.

So, I agreed, and we went back to my room. She must have been surprised that I agreed, because when we got to my door, she smiled wickedly and said, “Oh really?!?” But not ten minutes later, she had the bottom half of my costume off, and, as promised, she was giving me the best blowjob of my life. I can’t even explain why it was so incredible. Maybe because I’ve never given one; but whatever it was about her technique, it was amazing. I had never, ever, felt such pleasure. She was slow, and noisy, and attentive in the most amazing ways. Every second of it felt like hours of pleasure condensed. Her lips slid down the length of me and made me moan loudly with ever millimeter of flesh that she dragged them across. Until it all blurred into a wet, loud, masterpiece.

I had no idea why I wasn’t cumming other than, she didn’t want me to yet, and she was just, that, good. Somehow, she edged me endlessly, and made it last a half an hour.

Then… pausing, she let me breath for what felt like the first time since she’d started. I was panting and my dick was bucking in her hands. With a pleased tone and a look that was the epitome of the cat that ate the canary, she asked, “ready?” And we both knew full well she was asking if I was ready to cum. After a second to compose myself, I nodded. Then, with the smile of a woman with a wicked secret, she asked, “Do you really want to cum down my throat while I moan for it?” And, I hesitated. It sounded very hot… but she also asked the question like it was a test. But, nonetheless, I wanted it bad. And so I nodded, and grunted a yes. Then…

Cat Woman grinned up from between my legs, and exclaimed, “oh my god, I can’t believe how naughty you are!” I didn’t even have time to be surprised as she continued. “I may not have recognized you at first, but don’t you think I know who’s room this is young man?!? I mean, come on Tiger!” Then, she stopped, and allowed me a moment to be horrified, before, with a sultry tone, she went on. “Still,” she said, giving my cock a gentle stroke that made me moan loudly and against my will. “This is really hot, isn’t it?”.

Before I could respond, she said, “And you know what Tiger?”

“You’re about to shove thing, the biggest cock I’ve ever sucked, down your own Auntie’s throat, and I’m going to fucking moan for it. Because I can’t wait to take my own Nephew’s hot load into me, while his Mom and dad unknowingly sleep in the next room”. And then there were no more words, and she slid the full length of me through her lips, along her tongue, and on and on, until I was down deep inside of her throat. Then she began to rapidly fuck her own face with my cock, as I clamped my hand over my mouth and came fucking buckets into my aunt’s all too willing body.

And, you may not believe me, but that wasn’t even the end of it.

When I was finished, I tried to apologize, but my Aunt wasn’t having any of it. She just shushed me, and insisted that I not apologize for one of the hottest fucking things she’d ever done. Then she crawled into bed with me, and we sort of cuddled for a bit and relaxed together. Until after a while, she spoke into the silence saying, “you know, this is, at least, the 2nd dirtiest thing I’ve done. I mean, my own nephew, she said biting her lip. "That is depraved” she added, seeming like she was trying not to moan while saying it. Intrigued, I took the bait, and asked her how blowing her own Nephew didn’t rate a 1st place spot. And, having gotten the response she wanted, she smiled wide. and began to straddle me.

“Well”, she said. “How do you feel about trying out one of my other holes… while I tell you all about it?”. And before my mouth could answer, my cock quickly hardened in her hand, answering for me. And as she guided the head of my cock to her waiting entrance, she asked me teasingly, “Hey Tiger? You know that big fucking brute of a dog your slut Mom bought for me a few years ago?”

And then, as she rode me, my Aunt told me the sluttiest, and nastiest story I’d ever heard.

When it was all said and done, she slipped out of my room, and back to her own, with a promise that she would keep my secret. But the sun would be up soon, and then day 3 of 5, of the greatest sexual adventure of my life would begin.  

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MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 3A (Playing Outside)

It was day 3 of the event, and before the day even started, I was hugely turned on. My week thus far had been insane and I’d discovered fetishes I’d never known were in me. I witnessed some, and tried others; but my new obsession was my drop dead gorgeous Mom who was dressed in a variety of Harley Quinn costumes for the week.

I had been planning on following her around today and finally seeing her have sex with someone other than dad. And, if she was anything like my aunt, her sister (who I’d found out last night was a depraved slut in the best ways), then I was probably going to see something amazing! At least, that was what I thought before I saw her costume laid out.

It was the classic one… like, a court jester. A solid one piece costume with no holes, no cleavage, no provocative slits, or exposed flesh. Nope, in place of an exposed stomach or teasing glimpses of breasts, this outfit instead provided big stupid hat, a goddamn frock, and little white balls of cloth hanging comically from EXTRA bits of clothing that were tacked on. I mean, I love the original and all, and I agree with them sexing her up being kind of trashy in the movies and all… but in this instance, I was suddenly wishing that even sluttier versions of the costume were out there.

In fact, I was convinced that today was going to be a disappointment… until Mom came out of the bathroom wearing it, and my jaw dropped. She spun a baseball bat playfully in one hand, and still using her “mom” voice, she said, “right?” with a pleased smile. Then the stopped, turned away from me, bent forward slightly, and slapped one ass-cheek before wiggling her ass at me playfully. She giggled when she did it, and she was right to feel proud. She had taken what had to be one of the least sexy things a person could possibly wear, and, without changing a single, stupid, ball on a string… she had managed to “slut-it-up”. The outfit was a mix of leather and latex that hugged her every delicious curve. It made her ass look amazing, it clung to her so tightly that I thought I could see the outline of her pussy mound pushing gently against the fabric, and while it did hold back her rather large and lovely breasts, it also gave the impression that it was straining to do so. As if any minute the fabric would give out, and everyone would get a surprise visual treat.

“This was a tough one!” Mom said. “But I think I pulled it off, right?”. And with that, she did another turn and gave her ass another smack. The effect was arousing, and with a quick glance and a smile, Mom told me she’d noticed. Before walking through the adjoining door back to her room, she came over to me and pulled my head down for a quick kiss on the forehead. As she did, she acknowledged that my hard-on had answered her question about the outfit, by saying “Thank you for the compliment sweetie”. And with those words and the kiss, Mom was back to her and dad’s room. And I was getting into my batman costume with full cowl as fast as I could manage. It wasn’t easy, since my Mom had just knowingly made a comment about my dick for the first time in my adult life, and the effect was… rather nice.

I’d managed to keep my costume and identity a secret so far, despite having several erotic run ins with my family while wearing it. In fact, Harley and Batman had started to develop a mildly playful banter over these last few days; and I’d learned my dad was well hung, but I was bigger.  As I finished getting dressed, I heard Mom talking about how she’d told some “fans” that she was going to put on a public display today, outside the building. Dad agreed heartily, and complimented her on how much this costume concealed her identity, and then they were off and, for once, I knew just where to look for them.

When I was done, I headed for the only exit that made sense, a little side door that led to a small alley and a little back parking lot. We (the event goers), had actually rented the small building on the other side of that lot as well, and we were using it as a police station… You see, some of the criminals wanted to be “locked up” and “punished”. Others wanted to be interrogated, and others still very much wanted to be involved in one side or another of a prison rape. So when we learned that an old abandoned sheriff’s office was right behind the hotel we were renting out, we all agreed to pay a little more for the event tickets and get that building as well.

I headed for the ally. When I got there, the sky was dark with storm clouds, and it was raining. It was a gentle rain on a warm day, the kind that felt amazing instead of dreary; but it was hard to appreciate anything other than the woman in the middle of the alley.

Somehow, I wasn’t first. A couple of guys were already there, and watching. Mom/Harley, was sitting in the middle of the alley, facing the door . Her legs were spread and her fingers were gently rubbing at the clearly visible mound of her pussy as it pushed against the fabric of her costume.

When I came out, Mom smiled subtly, but didn’t stop. Instead she addressed my dad, leaning against a wall with the other guys (he was dressed as joker, and some of the guys were actually dressed like joker-goons). “This is the one I was tellin’ you about puddin’. The bat whose "bat” is even bigger than yours". As always, mom’s Harley Quinn impression was perfect, but as she lay there masturbating in the rain, my attention was kind of on other things. Then Mom asked me, me directly (though she still had no idea who I really was), “whaddya say batsy? Wanna whip it out and show my hubby how it’s done?”.

The realization that my Mom just propositioned for me sex in the rain while dad and his friends watched made me feel like my limbs were molten lead. It was so hot, and at the same time, I couldn’t move. After a few moments, she shrugged, and said, “or maybe it’s the Joker who needs to show Batman how it’s done”.

Then, after a bit more playing, and a few more people arriving, Mom got up, held out her hand, and, as dad took it, she led him further down the alley towards the parking lot. And without hesitation, where she went, everyone else followed.  

The crowd, so far, was Dad, four guys dressed like his goons, who I assume were his friends, 2 of the “cops” who’d come out of the sheriff building to watch, and a rather shapely redhead dressed as Poison Ivy. While I was looking at the crowd, I heard a loud metal “thunk”, like someone slamming the trunk of a car; immediately followed by Mom’s “Harley” voice saying, “just use the knife”.

That spun my head around fast, and I turned to see that Dad had bent Mom over the hood of the car, and, as I watched, he held a sharp blade up against her outfit, where her pussy was pressing into it. The sharp blade bit easily into the latex, and he was, very carefully, cutting. The act looked insanely dangerous, and I wanted to jump in and intervene! But Mom just rested her head on the hood of the car and gently moaned as Dad cut an opening. The cold steel brushing up against her pussy lips seemed to be turning her on. Mild danger mixed with the depravity of cutting a fuck hole… yeah, I could see that.

But Dad was impatient (normal for him), and the moment the opening was big enough, he tossed the knife, fumblingly dug his dick out of his pants, and jammed it into her. Fortunately, Mom was plenty wet, and took the giant dick with a moan instead of a cry. Dad fumbled and fucked, and generally bucked into her hard and seemingly at random. Eventually Mom reached back, saying “easy puddin’”, and, as she held him there, she began to slide her ass back and forth, developing a rhythm, and somehow managing to be one doing the fucking even as she was bent over and prone. Her rhythmic sliding and the moans that went with it were fucking mesmerizing. After a few minutes of everyone watching them fuck, Dad started saying that was going to cum soon, but Mom just casually replied, “and?”, in the most nonchalant of tones. Dad seemed to lose it at that, and he started cumming while he was still inside of her!

Weirdly, I felt like I must have been watching some unknown fetish of my father’s play out; because Dad didn’t seem to be “allowed” to fuck her while he came. He just gripped her ass and yelled as she continued to control the steady pace. When they were done, Mom smiled wickedly, and slowed to a stop.

Honestly, I hadn’t even considered what might be next until Dad, back in character as the Joker, said, “let’s head inside boys!”, and gestured towards our little “Gotham Police Station”. Once everyone was inside, Dad quickly pushed Mom to her knees, and, gesturing to his goons, said, “I think it’s time you showed the boys how much I appreciate them”. Just then, the four guys dressed like Joker Goons started walking towards my Mom and taking their dicks out of their pants. As they got closer, Mom just smiled and said, “I think yer right hubby. Come ‘ere boys”.

Suddenly, I found myself backing into the nearest wall so fast I smacked my head when I got there. As much as I told myself I wanted to watch my Mom do all kinds of nasty things, there was a big damn difference between thinking that, and seeing four dicks go bobbing towards your own Mother’s smiling face!

Worse, I finally recognized one of their faces. The guy walking at her from the rear was a copy boy at Dad’s office. Which meant that Joker’s goons where my Father’s ACTUAL employees from work…. He was going to have his friggin’ lackey’s face-fuck my Mom!

I tried to look away, but then one of them moaned and I looked back in time to see one of my Mother’s gloved and delicate hands stroking his cock. Then her other hand was filled, and again, I tried to make myself look away. It lasted a few seconds, until I heard her say, “Just push it in sweetie”. And then I was watching again, and this time I noticed, for the first time that day, that my Mother’s lips were painted bright red. I noticed this just as she opened her mouth wide, and wrapped those lips around the cock of some loser from my Dad’s office. He was my age, at the oldest! But that didn’t stop Mom for a split second, and soon she was moaning, and bobbing her head, and stroking with both hands, as the guys took turns on whose dick went where.

When one of them quickly blurted that he was close already, Mom dropped the rest and pulled her mouth away, stating, “not on my outfit boys”, her Harley impression still flawless. Then she stood up, and, as she did, she tugged on the shirts of the two nearest guys, simply stating “Off.” And as she went to get a stool from the corner, all 4 guys were quick to obey. Stripping down as fast as they could. In no time at all they were all naked, or close enough, and Mom had put the stool on the floor near me. Then she simply bent over, facing me, and placed her hands on it.

It didn’t take Dad’s lackey’s long to figure it out and soon one of them was sliding into my Mother from behind. After a minute of him grunting and her moaning, another one came forward and stood beside her. When he did, Mom positioned herself so that just one hand was pressed on the stool and with her other hand, she reached up and began to stroke the cock that was just inches from her face. When she did, she looked up and saw me standing there.

Casually, she smiled at me, and in a polite tone, she said, “Hey…” It was surreal to say the least, but then she smiled wider and gave the dick she’d been stroking at little shake before saying, “Guess where this is going”.

But before it got to, “where it was going”, I left the room. Despite my boasts from that morning about what I wanted to see, this was all too hot, and too insane. I felt like I was going to burst into flames I was so turned on. My dick was rock hard and had been leaking cum for god knows how long. I quickly made my way back to my room and washed up. Taking several minutes to just breath and let the air conditioning do its work. Eventually I figured that a little “play time” with my aunt might be just what the doctor ordered and I set out to find her. Either I was going to find my aunt and some badly needed relief, or I was going to end up going back to the police station to check on Mom… Either way, things were nowhere near calming down yet.

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MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 3B (The 1st Real Taste)

My Mom has a twin that wasn’t technically identical, but she was close enough in looks that people stood in their presence and asked if they were identical. The two sisters were a lot alike, and to help clear up confusion for me as a kid, whenever I saw them together, my Mom always called me “slugger”, and my Aunt always called me “tiger”. I never would have believed that this information would be sexual one day, but then yesterday, my aunt found out who I was, and decided it would be fun to carry out one of her incest fantasies with her actual nephew! And now, having just seen my mom engage in an ever degenerating spiral of lewd acts, I was desperately looking for my Aunt in the hopes that she would… “relieve some of my tension”. But after a entire hour of searching, I gave up. After all, maybe she went out for food; she might not even be in the hotel anymore.

So, with that in mind, I resigned myself to being brave, steeling myself, and going back to the alley, and the police station; where I knew I would find my own Mother dressed up like Harley Quinn and… getting kinky.

I went out to the alley, and, while it was still raining, I didn’t immediately see anyone. Which was good, because as brave as I was acting, I can’t begin to explain how fucking intense this whole experience has been for me. That meant that they were either in the Gotham PD parking lot, or in the station/jail itself. I headed that way, but didn’t have to head far. As soon as I rounded the corner, I came upon “the crowd”. The shapely redhead dressed as Poison Ivy was still there, and still just watching. Dad was still there, but he hadn’t managed to get hard again yet, so he was just watching too. That left 6 others. Two big guards, watching. Two other big guards, participating… and the TWO women they were playing with… At least now I knew why I hadn’t been able to find my Aunt.

My Aunt, dressed as Catwoman again, was kneeling with her back to my Mother. Standing over them were two rather large men, dressed as police (Gotham PD). The cops had the women between them, on their knees, and handcuffed. I could tell that this had been going on for a bit, and both cops seemed close. The black cop had his hand wrapped around the back of my Auntie’s head, and he was sliding his dick into her slower and slower as time went on; obviously trying to hold back. His partner, a Native American looking man, had a firm grip on the back of my Mom’s head, and he was shoving his cock down her throat pretty steadily. However, his eyes were usually closed, and grunts and gritted teeth said he was close too. At some point he had torn away some kind of panel on Mom/Harley’s outfit, and now I was one of about a dozen people ogling her naked tits as streak of saliva, cum, and rain trailed down those large, gorgeous tits of hers.

Then, either the black cop or Catwoman had done the same to her outfit (it was hard to tell with my Aunt). But whoever had done it, the effect was stunning as the bad girls of the DCU knelt in a rainy parking lot and got facefucked by a couple of on duty cops. Just then my Dad chimed in, yelling out to them “you two are about to pop!”. But, when one of them replied “Don’t be so sure”, my Dad grinned like the joker he was dressed as, and decided to help finish them off.

“Don’t think so?” he began. “Ok then boys, just a few quick facts for you… Harley there… isn’t just playing my play thing. She is my ACTUAL wife.” That got a grunt from the cop who had my Mom on her knees.

“Not only that,” Dad continued. But she’s a mother of three… including one boy who is about this guys age", dad said gesturing. “And that’s his cum on her right tit”. At this point, both men slowed even more, and the black cop said through gritted teeth, “Fuck that’s hot!”.

But Dad wasn’t finished yet, and he put the nail in the coffin with, “Oh it gets better… Either of you notice that Catwoman and Harley there have the same size tits, are the same height, and even suck cock the same? Well… that’s because their Sisters. Twins, in fact… You two are double teaming a pair of Married… Mommy… Twin Sisters…”

And then both men were saying fuck, over and over again, as their pace went from trying not to cum to desperate rapid fucking. And soon both cops were screaming and fucking and shooting their loads into mouths of my Aunt and Mother.

It was such a hot sight I feared the rain on my forehead might actually be turning to steam. Some secret part of me was all bravado, imagining that I’d speak up and say I was next. But the rest of me just stood there and watched with a hard-on that felt like I’d been walking around with it for a week.

As the two women stood, the cops unhand-cuffed them, and I Heard mom complain that her outfit was now thoroughly ruined and she would need to go change. I, personally, knew that she had a change in her bag, and she just meant pop into the nearest bathroom and reapply her make-up. But the people present panicked that it meant she was leaving, and one of the two cops who hadn’t “taken a turn”, said “Your facemask and hat don’t have any cum on them! Should you get cum on those too before you get rid of the whole outfit?”. I hated that fucker in that moment. Because shit that was a smooth thing to say in that place at that time, and everyone there knew it, including my mom. She shot him a well deserved smile, and, slipping back into her Harley Quinn impression, she asked, “Is that an order… offica?”

Next thing I knew we were all heading inside and, god help me, I followed. My Aunt hadn’t noticed me yet, somehow. And so I did my best to blend in with the crowd as we headed into our little re-purposed police station, now clearly marked “Gotham PD”. Inside, the two cops approached Harley, my Mom.  And as they started to tear the clothes off of her, I decided I needed to take 5 again. As much as I wanted to see this, I was still struggling with actually watching it. As stupid as it may sound at this far-gone-point, I felt like I was doing something wrong and so I stepped away and walked through the jail while they… did their thing.

In these last 3 days I noticed that no guy managed to last very long when my Mom was involved, so I knew I wouldn’t have to wander long. I actually ran into a couple of people “playing” in the jail part of the police station, and found a super cool interrogation room, with 1 way police mirror and the whole 9-yards.

Eventually, I mustered my courage and headed back to the room I’d left my parents in, but by the time I got there everyone had “finished” and Mom was nowhere to be seen. In fact… neither was my Aunt. I hated to do it, I managed to summon my stupidest, grittiest, most Nolan “Batman voice”, and I asked one of the cops where they went. But it was my Dad who answered. Without knowing who I was, he threw an arm around me and pulled in with a laugh, saying; “those two are real life, honest to god, twin sisters my friend. And the one, like to lick the cum out of the other, whenever they play together”. And, bizarrely, I’d seen what he was talking about once before, and knew that my Aunt was the one who liked to do “the eating”. I also realized that my dad had failed to mention the less exciting part, which was Mom needed to change her outfit.

I decided I was going to try to stick it out… for real this time. I was going to wait right there, and whatever Mom did, or wherever she went for the rest of the night, I was totally not going to blush and walk away! Again…

Although… The idea of finding my Mom and Aunt together was also appealing. I’d seem them at play before and they were crazy hot together. Two knock-out, gorgeous milfs just… doing things to eachother…

My balls quickly told me that if I didn’t stop teasing them even when I wasn’t watching something hot, that they would probably kill me. I’d cum twice the night before, but I still felt like it had been forever. After all, I had been watching newfound fantasies play out in front of me all morning. I decided I needed a walk after all. I walked back towards the interrogation room again, and ended up discovering that the building had a parking garage entrance pretty near to it.

So there I was, psyching myself up. Telling myself over and over again that no matter what happened next I was going to roll with it, when Mom strolled back into the room, snatched a police offer hat off one of the cops, and placed her hand on my shoulder declaring; “You’re my prisoner now Bats. So enough pussy footin’ around. Lay down!” She said, pointing to the ground in general. And… bracing myself… I did as she asked.

Mom was wearing a more modern, sexier Harley Quinn outfit, and as I laid down I could clearly see that up her skirt, there were no panties waiting to be removed. My heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t tell if I was aroused, panicked, or both as I waited to see what she would do. Then she laid down so that she was facing the door, sort of propped up on my stomach with me looking at the back of her head. 

I felt her undoing the front of my costume and, as she reached into my pants and I felt her the cool delicate touch of my own Mother’s hand slipping around my cock, I saw her look up at the doorway. Dad was standing there, dressed as the Joker, and I heard the smile in her voice as she said to him, “You’ve been dying to see this since day one haven’t you, you little pervert?”. I heard Dad reply, “longer”, and then I felt a set of soft, full lips gently embrace the head of my cock. Then, I heard my Mom, still playing at being Harley Quinn, but none the less… my Mom! I heard her moan gently, and begin to lightly suck at the tip of my cock. I could tell by the way she was moving that this was all just a show for Dad. But right in that moment, I didn’t care if I was the center of her world or not, because she was giving me what I had desperately needed, and accidentally fulfilling my newfound greatest fantasy in the process. She slurped, and sucked, and made the blowjob sloppy, noisy, and showy, as she coated me in her saliva. I imaged it must have been dripping everywhere and giving Dad one hell of a show.

Then, to my horror, she stopped. I groaned, and felt like my balls were going to explode and kill everyone. But I heard her order dad to “go in there, sit down, and wait patiently”. And before I understood what was happening, she got up, and helped me to my feet. I felt pretty dumb with my cock bobbing out in front of me, but Mom took my hand, not seeming to notice, and let me to the interrogation room. She discarded her police cap, and ordered me into the metal chair waiting inside as she produced a pair of handcuffs. And, as I had many times before, I hesitated. But this time, she wasn’t having it.

“In the chair bats! You’re my prisna and you need to play by the rules!” And… she was weirdly right. Oh, I could use a safe word and end the game. But short of that, I had agreed to play; and it would be socially taboo to back out now. Oddly, that helped fortify me, and I nodded and headed to the chair… Where Harley quickly handcuffed me.

“This time, we’re not ruinin’ my outfit”, she said. And slowly, Mom began to strip down. And once again, I didn’t know where she was going with this and that scared me. How far was she about to take this? But as I watched, I was transfixed. She was lovely. And by the time she was done, she was wearing a leather collar, a set of high heels, a pair of stockings, a bunch of wierdo straps and leather belts, and… nothing else. Mom’s tits, pussy, and ass were all on full display. She stopped her little strip tease there, happy with her current “outfit”. Then, she moved towards me with a sexy little sway to her hips, and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. Smiling up at me, she told me, “My lipstick is top shelf, it doesn’t smudge or wipe off easy. But my mascara… If tear up even a little, it starts running all over the place!” Then she smiled at me suggestively and asked, “care to guess why?”

When I didn’t answer she winked at me and said, “that’s okay… I’d rather show you anyways”. And then she looked into my eyes, and with a hungry, horny moan, she wrapped her lips around my shaft, and began to slowly slide them down the length of it. I was looking my own Mother in the eyes as she sucked my cock! Pretty soon though, she had my eyes rolling back into my head. By some impossible miracle, Mom was even better at this than her sister was!

She deepthroated me until she couldn’t breathe anymore and mascara ran in little tear streams down her beautiful face. But her lips stayed ruby red as she slid them, with long moans, slowly and wetly up and down the full length of my shaft. She switched between agonizingly slow and hard and lusty, often. She stroked with her hand to bring me right to the edge, and then she backed away and held me captive and bucking while I eased back down again. She dragged it out for a good 30 minutes of non-stop, downright torturous pleasure. And this time, she didn’t even glance at where we both knew Dad was hiding. He was watching his wife suck off her youngest son, and I wondered briefly if that would have made it hotter. But then I was out of time, and Mom stopped going down on me just long enough to lean up and whisper in my ear, in her real, actual, Mom voice! “I want you to shoot this load all over me when you cum. I want it dripping off my chin, and running down my tits. Now cum!”

And then her hand was a blur as she took me to the edge in an instant, and then 100 miles passed it. She moaned and coed, and begged for more as I shot rope after rope of cum on her. It felt like it went on for 10 minutes or more; though god only knows how long it really was.

But when I was done, I was slouched in the chair. I felt like I’d just run 100 miles and every muscle in my body was strained from the force of my orgasm. As I lay there, breathless, Mom stood, smiled, and walked back to the mirror. There, she slipped her Harley Quinn persona on again and addressed my father on the other side of the mirror.

“Well I’ll be… Look’s to me,  puddin’, like I just sucked off your worst enemy. And not only did Batsy’s cock put yours to shame… but the load he just blew all over yoor’ wife was bigga than you and your 4 little friends’ combined”.

“Tastes good too!” She laughed. “Like mamma’s home cookin’. But you’ll find that out later, because,”, and then her voice dropped to a conspirator’s whisper as she pointed a long red fingernail into her mouth and said, “I swallowed a whole bunch”.

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MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN PT 4A (Story-time with Auntie)

The sun rose on day 4 of 5. I would be heading home the next day, and I would probably never see my Mom or my Aunt naked again… If I’d said that 4 days ago, it would have been ridiculous, but now… Now my greatest sexual fantasy was my Mother. Weird how, even after you think you are as kinky as you can get, someone can just saunter into your life and just, GIVE you a new fetish! But there it was. I was obsessed with my Mother (and my Aunt a bit too if I was being honest).

Last night, everything had culminated, even if I hadn’t arranged any of it. I’d ended the evening looking at my Mom, as she untied me, covered in my cum, because she’d just blown me in front of my dad! I mean, neither of them knew it, but still! It had been the greatest sexual experience of my life, and one that I knew I’d be masturbating to for the rest of my life. I had one day left, and I wasn’t going to waste it!

So, I put on my costume, and headed out into the hotel, for one last day of crazed sexual adventures among the areas kinkiest people, all dressed in their super-hero costumes. And the first person I sought out was the only person there who knew who I actually was, my Aunt. Who was not only cool with the fact that I was her Nephew, but had gotten off on it. Yeah, apparently she had a huge incest fetish long before I did.

I just had to tell someone what had happened with Mom yesterday, and I knew that, not only would it not gross my Aunt out, but that she would get off on it.

When I found my Aunt, (still dressed as the world’s naughtiest version of Cat Woman), and told her that I wanted to tell her about my most recent run in with my Mom, she was fucking thrilled. She took my hand, made me promise to spare no details, and rushed me back to my room so we could talk without being overheard. There… I told her the whole story. But… when I was done, I was crazy hard, and utterly turned on. It hadn’t helped that a beautiful, busty MILF was practically panting and drooling over ever word of my depraved story while I told it.

When I was done though, I REALLY needed to cum! And, my wonderful Aunt, promised to “thank me properly” for sharing my story with her. But first… she made me put on a blindfold. She promised me that if I could be patient I would be heavily rewarded with a “special surprise”.

And then she blindfolded me, and left me sitting half-naked on the edge of the bed for what seemed like an hour. My hard-on had come and gone a dozen times, and I was honestly a little sore from the delay. But then her voice purred from the darkness that she was ready for me, and as she put one hand on my chest and gently lowered herself to the floor in front of me, I was right back in my happy place.

My Aunt was a real pro with her mouth and hands, and she quickly took me to paradise. Her warm mouth, and agile tongue worked my cock up and down while her hands stroked, and coddled, and coaxed. Honestly, she had me on the edge a lot faster than I wanted, but… as was her way (and apparently her sister’s way too), she sensed me getting close, and backed off just moments before it was too late. After that, she made me follow her instructions as part of the game. She had me mount her face at one point, and use her throat like a pussy; and the results felt kind of incredible if I’m being honest. It felt hot, a little sadistic, and a lot incestuous. The knowledge that this was “my Aunty” was never far from my mind.

At one point she was stroking me with her breasts, and… her costume felt weirdly off or out of place…

But if that was the trade off for feeling my Aunt’s large breasts gently stroking my cock from both sides, then sign me right the hell up! My Aunt managed to drag this out for over an hour, and it got to the point where I actually started asking (not gonna use the word begging) for her to just make me cum. I wanted that release SO badly.

And that was when she changed gears on me. She told me that she’d promised me something worth waiting for, and as good as she’d been thus far, the solid hour of tits, tongue, and loving lips wasn’t what she meant. “No,” she promised. My “little treat” was going to be much better. So at that, I shut up, and let her “drive”.

“Scoot up on the bed tiger”, my Aunt said. It was actually more of a turn on than you might think. You see, because my Mom and Aunt were such look alikes, and because they loved to wear costumes and dress up, they had taken to calling me “Tiger” and “Slugger” from my earliest years. That way, I knew right from their greeting who was who, even as a kid…

So her calling me “Tiger”, was actually a term of affection ONLY used by my Aunt, making it an incredibly naughty wink to just how sinful we were being right then.

And this was driven home when I felt delicate fingers wrap themselves around my shaft, still dripping with my Auntie’s drool, and guide it to her warm and waiting pussy. I sank into her with great ease, both because of how intensely turned on she was and because of how well “lubricated” she’d spent the last hour making me. And soon we were rocking and moaning together in joined passion.

I really wanted to take my blindfold off so I could see her, but she shushed me when I asked, and instead she said…

Imagine of your Mom was in the room with us, masturbating in the corner. And that thought was so out of left field, and so randomly hot, that I froze my hips mid thrust, letting out a weak and confused “what?!”

And as I heard the wicked smile in my Aunt’s voice, I realized that this dialogue was the who last hour and half had been building to. “I mean, you can’t see now can you? So… just picture what I’m telling you, since you don’t know if it’s true or not.” And soon, with my hips still frozen and my body clenched; my Aunt began to, ever so slowly, slide her pussy up and down the length of me. It was torture, and as she tortured me with pleasure, she began describing, in detail, how she was watching my Mom masturbate in the corner. She talked about how Mom seemed to be really into it, and that she was staring at my dick, hungrily, as she did so.

But once again, when I started to get close, it stopped. My Aunt eased off, and let me calm down some, and then, rather cruelly, she got up off of me, and my dick went from a paradise of warmth, to the cold hotel-room air.

I felt SO deprived. But after a full minute of agonizing nothingness, I heard her invite me to “put it back where it belongs”. And soon I was fumbling in the dark as my Aunt used her voice and wandering hands to guide me to her. When I was mounting her, and had slide back inside of her once more, she ordered, “slowly”; and, as she’d done an amazing job of running the show thus far, I let her continue to do so. But…

As I began to slowly fuck my Aunt, she went from filthy fantasies, to a flat, conversational tone, as she asked me if I knew where she got her accent from… It was, SUCH a curveball. She was the turning into the Alfred Hitchcock of sex with her constant twists. I couldn’t even process that, and so I just sort of, kept going, my brain stunned and too dazed to reply. But she didn’t need answer from me. And soon she was telling me how, like my Mom, she had a bit of country accent growing up. That touch of southern they got as teenagers. But then, my Aunt had moved to the city for fast paced work, and my Mom had found my dad and settled down locally. And that was why my Mom had that touch of southern belle from time to time, but my Aunt had no trace of it. (The conversation was less than erotic). “And…” she continued. Because her and my Mom had grown up looking like identical twins (they technically weren’t), they adapted very different styles. While they both liked wigs and dress up, so they could look alike at will (which is where the Tiger and Slugger nick-name thing had started), when they were in their daily lives, my Mom tended to keep her hair long and colorful, while my Aunt preferred short and dark.

I was kind of losing my rhythm in the midst of all this weird, background conversation, so I said something about it. “That’s great and all Aunty, but… this is not exactly arousing”, I said. And at that, she gave a short wicked laugh, that told me I had sprung a trap of some kind, and now I was in for it. And sure enough, I was.

“What I’m trying to say, my impatient Tiger…” she began. Is that the only visual difference between your Mom and I at an event like this is our costumes and wigs. And the only difference in how we sound… sweet Nephew of mine, is an accent that I CHOOSE, not to use".

“But”, she continued. “Since we are in the room where my Sister keeps her costumes, and since I can sound like anyone I want too…”. And that, entirely too late moment, is when I finally saw where she’d been heading for from moment one. And I tried, really tried, to not believe that I knew why she’d taken so long getting ready for this. I tried to convince myself, that my Aunt, who looked so much like my Mother, hadn’t dressed in one of Mom’s costumes, put on her wig, and made herself up with her make-up. I tried. But then… as I tried. I heard a voice that sounded EXACTLY like my Mother’s. It came from the woman whose cunt was wrapped snugly around my dick, and it asked me, in my Mother’s beautiful voice, “would you like to take your blindfold off and see your surprise?”

It was honestly a good question, and I both wanted to more than anything, and was afraid to. Afraid because it was so erotic it was scary, and afraid because it was such a great moment that I didn’t want to let it go. But I made my choice… and when I took off my blindfold, there, spread out beneath me, was the spitting image of my Mother.

Her tiny little skirt hid nothing, and she’d never bothered with panties, so the first thing I saw was my dick thrusting into her perfectly exposed pussy and bottoming out with a Clap! Her little whimpers, and quiet moans of “yes, yes, yes”, where my Mom’s voice, and as my eyes traced upward over her gorgeous and familiar body, my Mom’s costume only accented how amazing her figure was. When my eyes arrived at her breasts, I was greeted by the sight of a generous opening in the costume, that hid her nipples (barely) but did little to hide how large her breasts were, or to cover the enticing site of her areola as they peeked out the sides. More, with each thrust, and clap, and moan of my Mother’s voice, her breasts rocked and shook. And the tiny confines of the costume where struggling. So that on each powerful thrust, her breasts rocked upward, and exposed a little more. Each thrust promising to be the one that made them pop free, and show me everything.

But the show wasn’t over there. No. Because Mom wore contacts with these outfits, and so as I finally got to her face, to find her biting her lip in pleasure, I saw, my Mother… The eyes, the hair, the bone structure. It was a PERFECT match. And as I looked down at her, she said, “Oh my God! Is that you in that costume son! But… your dick feels Soooo good”.

Then after a few moments of just soaking in the image of my dick sliding into my Mom, she whispered to me, “your Dad is right next door sweetie, so we need to be quiet but…”

“I want it. I want you to fuck me like one of your little high school whores! Can you do that for me sweetie? Can you FUCK your Mommy?”

And the answer was that I couldn’t NOT fuck her. I was so turned out, and I could barely tell what was real anymore. But I doubled down hard, and soon I was fucking her hard and fast! Her pussy was sopping wet, and she was moaning and encouraging me, and telling me how good it was. She came, and then she came again, but she seemed to actually be trying to keep it down, and so I did to. I looked down at my Mother’s image and fucked her hard for a solid 10 minutes of savage bliss before I used all my tricks and couldn’t hold back any longer. When I told her I had to come, she half whispered and half whimpered “don’t let your father hear us!”. So I ended up with my face in her chest, stuffing my mouth with her tits, as I tried my best to suppress my screams of orgasm as I gave my final thrusts and came deeply inside of her.

Awhile later, while I was catching my breath, she was stroking my hair, and soothing me. She was telling me how good it was and kissing the top of my head, and promising that we needed to do it again. It was, surreal, and incredible.

But also fucking with me a bit. So, I had to open my big mouth and ruin it, by asking to make sure I was still talking to my Aunt… and…

I was. My Aunt asked me if I’d like it, and I had to admit that I had LOVED it. And this seemed to please her greatly. After awhile, we set about to get cleaned up, and she needed to change out of Mom’s stuff before she got caught. As we were doing this, she confessed that my Dad really was in the next room, and it would have been a little more than awkward if my parents had heard me shouting about fucking my Mom mid orgasm. At that, I’m pretty sure I actually blushed. But then, my Aunt being my Aunt, she just Had to overshare with the details. And so she told me that my parents were supposed to be meeting a well hung friend of hers right about now, and that their plan was to take them back to their room (the adjoining room to mine), and have him fuck my Mom while she laid in Dad’s lap and told him how good it felt… I didn’t need to know that.

My Aunt, as had become her way, was blowing my damn mind. But still… Mom, Dad, and my Aunt’s friend would have started awhile ago. They could be done any second, and then Mom would be coming in here to change before heading out into the hotel again. And, not only did I not want to get caught, but I desperately wanted to feel my Mother’s mouth again before this week ended and everything I’d gotten a taste of in the last few days went away forever! So, I got cleaned up. Told my Aunt what my plans were, and headed for the door. To wonder around the hotel for a bit, taking in the fantastically pervy sights, until I could arrange to “run into” my Mom, one last time…

[risk-e-venture]

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN PT 4B: The Final Day

When my Aunt was done blowing so much more than my mind, I was ready to set off and try to find my Mother. Since the cat was obviously out of the bag, I made no secret of it, and before I could leave, my Aunt stopped me with one gentle hand on my shoulder. She promised that, if I could wait, she could arrange for me to get one last blowjob from my Mom, and, moreover, she promised that it would be her and my Mom TOGETHER!

Now, I hadn’t even thought of that, but now that I had… Ho-lee-shit. So, yeah. Of course I agreed. That out of the way, my Aunt had me wait while she got dressed as Catwoman again, and then she led me to one of the more private “play rooms”. After a few minutes, she came back, not with my Mom, but with a redhead dressed as Poison Ivy. When I looked at her confused she swatted Ivy’s ass and said, “I brought you a plaything. I didn’t want you getting bored and wondering off while I was setting things up.” Then she looked at Ivy and, her expression turning from playful to commanding, as she ordered, “crawl to him”. And bless her heart… she did. It turned out that Ivy loved being ordered, she loved being used, she loved a little pain, and she loved being thrown away. Her husband would wait in the hotel room for her to come back to him and tell her all about how she’d been fucked, used, and abused, and he would get off on hearing her stories while he provided after care.

Whatever. If it made them happy and it meant a beautiful redhead playing with my dick while I waited, then I was very pro…. pro-whatever-the-fuck-that-was-called.

Still, it didn’t take long before my Aunt, Catwoman herself, came back into the room, and this time, Harley Quinn, my own deeply erotic and highly depraved Mother, came in right behind her. At first, she just stood there, smiling, and watching. She was obviously enjoying the show, and her grin only grew when her Sister, my Aunt, crawled up to me and joined Ivy in gently stroking and lapping at my cock.

The girls were both very gentle, seemingly only interested in a warm up for the moment as neither one of them did anything to build me, and instead they did everything to keep me hard. Then Catwoman whispered, “close your eyes Tiger”, and, now thoroughly educated on how worth it it was to listen to my Aunt, I happily complied. Now… as I’ve mentioned before, despite looking totally different because of their costumes and make-up, my Aunt and Mom were actually dead ringers for one another. So, when I was very young, they had started a trend of my Aunt always calling me Tiger and my Mom always calling me slugger when they were together so that, when I was still very young, I would never get them confused. And as I got other, it was just, a thing. So they never stopped. That was why Catwoman had to whisper when she called me Tiger. Because, although it was hot as fuck to be reminded that she was my Aunt; it was also not something we wanted my Mother to overhear.

Anyways, I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of two beautiful woman gently licking and stroking my cock, one on either side. And then, though I felt one mouth on either side of my shaft, I felt hot breath gracing the tip of my cock too; and my heart jumped into my throat. Then, as if to remove any possible doubt of who that third set of lips belonged to, my Mother’s sultry voice purred out, “I want you to look at me”.

And the moment I opened my eyes and looked at her, I saw her on her knees between my legs; with one of the other girls on either side of her. She smiled up at me, gave me a sexy little wink, and then she gave a throaty moan as she opened her red lips wide, and wrapped them around the head of my cock.

Soon her lips were sliding up and down the length of me as I watched my own Mother bobbing her mouth up and down my shaft. After a minute of pure bliss Mom suddenly deapthroated me. Then, with her lips wrapped securely around the base, she sucked hard, and made those full, luscious lips of hers into an airtight seal. I moaned and squirmed, and she moaned back. Then, with a painstakingly lazy pace, she, very, very, slowly… dragged her lips back up the length of my shaft. By the time her lips came off the tip with a POP, I thought I was going to shoot my load all over her face. But, all three of the girls backed off and slowed down until I was calmed enough for them to continue.

Eventually, Harley held my dick so that it was pointing at Ivy, offering it to her. Ivy, in response, gave an uncharacteristic “thank you mistress”, before she began her turn. After a few minutes of my Aunt playing with my balls while my Mom kissed her way up and down my shaft, and some random submissive redhead sucked on the tip; my Mom decided it was time to throw me another curve ball as she looked to Ivy and asked, “Could you give us the room dear”? While Ivy immediately stopped going down on me, she looked to my Aunt for confirmation; and, knowing her fetish, my Aunt made her day by telling her, “You heard her slut! We’re finished with you. Now get out, and go be someone else’s fuck toy for a bit!"At that, Ivy made a noise that almost sound like a mini orgasm before apologizing for not knowing her place, and scampering out the room with speed. As she left, she paused at the door to grab some garment she must have dropped there on the way in, and, looking back at Harley, she smiled and said, "I’ll just leave you with your pudding then”. Then, she winked and walked out the door.

But as Harley’s delicate hand wrapped itself around my shaft, and she and my Aunt scooted closer so they could double team my dick in earnest, she smiled up at me and said; “Oh… he’s not my puddin’”. And as she said it, I realized it was the first time that day that’d she used her character voice. And the moment I had that thought, she dropped the Harley Quinn act again, and, in her voice… in my Mother’s voice, she finished with, “He’s my Slugger… Aren’t you, slugger?”. And then she gave me a sexy little wink, and her hand began to stroke me slightly faster.

I imagine I looked as horrified as I felt, and my Aunt looked like she was torn between being frightened and frighteningly turned on. As I stood there, frozen, afraid, and yet still burning up, turned on, and hard as a rock, my Mom just gave me a “mom” look and said, “Don’t give me that look young man. You cannot even pretend that you didn’t know who I was, and I can tell from my SLUT, sister’s reaction that she was in on it too. So…” she continued. “Long story short, you two little punks were getting off on this,” she said, gesturing to herself. “On me. Being… Me”.

“So”, she said, her voice softening from stern to sexual again. “Here’s what’s going to happen… Your Aunt is going to get to work sucking you off, ” and with that, she physically grabbed her sister’s head. And, as she forced my Aunt’s lips towards my cock, my Aunt let out a moan so loud and pure you would think she was getting fucked towards orgasm. My Aunt immediately went to town on me, sucking and slurping for all she was worth as she slipped hand into her costume and began to desperately finger and play with herself.

But Mom cut her blowjob-strokes short as she grabbed hold of the bottom half of my shaft and begin to jerk me off while my Aunt sucked on the end. “And while she’s blowing you, mommy”… she began. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” she asked. “MOMMY!” She purred, squeezing and stroking my cock as I felt an orgasm build inside me that felt like it was going to knock me out with its power. “That’s right slugger, that’s Mommy’s hand stroking this big fat cock! Your Mother is jerking you off into her twin sister’s mouth and, and…” And then Mom’s hand also shot into her costume, and I swear, all three of us came at the same time.

We were screaming, and gripping, and stroking, and rubbing, and sucking, and every other filthy thing you can think of as the three of us came over and over again. I shot load, after load, after load down my Aunt’s throat, until she couldn’t take any more and, frantically, she ripped open the front of her costume and began to scream and moan her twin sister jerked me off onto her tits, face, and stomach.

The whole affair seemed like it lasted hours, and even after were done, we all just laid there, panting. It was like a bomb had gone off and left us all dazed and buzzing in a state of shock.

Eventually, slowly, we began to regain a sense of reality, one at a time. Even after we could talk again, we didn’t. Instead my Aunt and I just stared at my Mom like dogs caught eating the garbage. We were waiting for fallout, and we were afraid to speak.

The question that I haunting me was, how long. How long had Mom known? And, thank the gods, it was the first question she answered. Mom broke the silence with a semi-insulting impression of me, as she adopted a dumb/derpy jock tone and said, “I’ll pay you back in a week Mom. I swear I just need to borrow the money, but you’ll have it before the credit card bill even mails. I swear!”

When she was finished she just, stared at me. Like she was waiting for an idiot to realize breathing was important. And, after a minute, this particular idiot finally put two and two together. The moment she saw the realization lighting up my eyes, she turned to her sister to explain.

“Batman here”, she said gesturing towards me. “Bought his costume with his Mommy’s credit card, because he didn’t want it to sell out in his size, and he didn’t get paid for another week. So I got an email with a picture of my purchase…” she said, gesturing to the costume I was wearing, “…months ago. So naturally, when I saw my lovely costume standing in the corner and watching while my husband boned me in front of a crowd; a crowd that had exactly, NO other Batmen in it… I realized who my Son would be dressed as for the event”.

And slowly, instance by instance, the insane realization that she had known who I was the whole time hit me! And not only did I feel so much guilt melt off of me that I could have cried from the relief, but everything that my Mom had said in done over the course of the week was suddenly brought into a new, insanely hot context. She KNEW! The whole time! Every single depraved dirty look, uttering, and allowance had been with her KNOWING who I was! HOLY SHIT!

Mom laughed as she saw the realization wash over me in waves. But my Aunt, in her typical fashion, just got turned on by it. Then Mom stood up and walked over to some wipes (they were in every room, along with condoms), and began to clean her sister off. When she was done, she looked at her and asked, “So… wanna help me get him warmed up again?”. And my Aunt cooed, and squirmed a little before whimpering out a “yes”.

And just like that, I was the target of the two women I desired most in the world. The pushed me back, and worked me over all over again. This time, there was no pretense. It wasn’t Harley Quinn and CatWoman, no, it was my Mother and My Aunt. The slutty twins, all dressed up and ready to turn another man into putty. But this time, said Man was their son/nephew. The sisters worked in unison, like it was a rehearsed routine, as they sucked, licked, nibbled, and stroked every part of me. My costume, piece by piece, made its way to the floor so they could access more flesh and push more nerves to their pleasure limits. The two goddesses brought me to a place of sexual bliss and kept me there. It wasn’t the edging they’d done before. Instead it was like they brought me to an amazing place, and then just slowed down my build toward orgasm so much that every second was paradise.

And yet… every time one of them said “Auntie”, “Mommy”, or “Sister”, I felt a brief surge towards orgasm that made them both smile, and slow down for a second as they cooled me off, if only for a moment.

Eventually, after an hour or more of foreplay/torture. My Mother and Aunt both just looked at one another, smiled, and stopped. Then… my Aunt went to one wall, sat down, and spread her legs. She was obviously planning to masturbate, and as my Mother pulled a couch over to one of the two open windows, laid back on it, and spread her legs; I realized what my Aunt was going to masturbate too.

“Come show Mommy what you’ve got slugger”, mom purred. And as I walked up to her, she almost made me trip over my own feet when she reached up to her top and forcefully ripped it down, exposing her tits to me so I could watch my own Mother’s tits bounce and sway while I fucked her. Even having had the 3 most powerful orgasms of my life, all in the last 20 hours, I still felt like I could blow at any second.

Sliding into her, into Mom, was the most amazing feeling of my life. I mean, I’ve done some hot stuff since (I’ll tell you later)… but nothing compares to the power of feeling that warm, wet, slide into my Mother’s pussy for the first time.

I worked myself in and out of her dozens of times, trying to get her opened up enough that I could push all the way in. And when I did, we just froze there. She was moaning and squirming, and I could tell that it was as amazing for her as it was for me. We locked eyes, and it was absolutely incredible. Feeling her clenching, and gripping me inside of her body, and knowing that my dick pushing into her, was the thing making her moan and squirm like that. It felt amazing.

I thought we might lay like that forever. But then Mom said, breathily, in almost-pants, “Baby… I want you to… I want you to slide out halfway, and then push back in really quickly, and listen for the sound it makes.” In that moment, I would have done anything for her. And so, in the face of overwhelming pleasure, I pulled halfway out, and then quickly thrust back into her. The sound it made was a loud clap. And after we’d had a second to recover from the intensity of it, Mom smiled at me wickedly and said, “did you hear it?”. And then she licked her lips and her grin grew along with me own as I told her that I had.

“That’s that sound of your big balls slapping into your Mother’s pussy baby, and I LIKE that sound! Do you think you could make that sound for me sweetie? Please? For Mommy?”. And at that, we both grinned gleefully, and we heard my Aunt yell out something akin to “holy shit!” as she brought herself to her first orgasm in the corner. And so, being a good son, I complied, and soon I was fucking my Mom hard and fast. Her moans of pleasure where only ever interrupted for her to mutter something dirty that she thought sounded hot and incestuous.

We changed positions and Mom rode me, this time in front of the other window. Mom took the time to mention more than once, that if someone looked in our window, that they would see me plowing my own Mother.

For reasons I can’t quite explain, but I think had something to do with the situation being “too hot”, I was able to go for almost an hour without cumming. Near the end, Mom, now completely naked except for her boots and her gloves, got down on all fours, glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Wanna fuck Mommy’s ass?” So, yeah… yeah I did. And, somehow, by some miracle of the gods, it was even tighter than her pussy was. And, for the record, her pussy was tighter than any girl my own age, that I’d ever been with.

Still, it was her ass, and I was hung like a horse, so naturally, I took it slow. Mom was moaning her approval of the job I was doing, and looking over at her Sister to tell her how it all felt, when she said something that actually made me stop. Like, dead stop. Out of nowhere, she said to me, “Oh that’s good Son. Rape Mommy’s ass!”

Hearing her say “the R-word” froze me in place. I don’t know if it was leftover guilt, what. But I locked up for a second. Mom sensed something was wrong immediately and stopped pushing back onto me. Instead she pushed herself up with one hand and reached the other back, cupping my cheek and shushing me gently. “Oh, baby” she cooed. “No, no, no. It’s okay. Listen sweetie” she said, drawing my full attention. “I know that can be a scary word, but I need to teach you something about being my lover right now, okay? Are you listening?”

She was so… MOM, in that moment, capital “M”. She soothed my fears away, got me to an okay place, and had me listening in 3 seconds flat. All fear, guilt, and general badness were washed away because she’d said it was okay, and now, I was listening with rapt attention as she went on. “Sweetheart, when you are… inside me… And I tell you that you are, "raping your Mother’s ass”, what I mean is…“ And then she paused, and I felt myself leaning closer in anticipation. And as I did, she smiled wickedly at me, and said, ”… Rape it HARDER…“ Then, she winked, blew me a fucking kiss, braced her hands against the couch, and waited.

In that moment, with her hand having just finished gently cradling my cheek, her sweet Motherly tone having just finished soothing me, I realized, FULLY, that I was rock hard, throbbing, about to cum, and balls deep in my own Mother’s ass.

So I did the only thing I could. I raped the shit out of that ass! I fucked her hard, and fast. I slammed her into the fucking couch, and she went from "more, more, more” to screaming “yes, fucking yes, yes, yes”, and then, we were both just wordlessly screaming. And as we did, I came inside my Mother…

A few hours later, after a meal, and one very sexy 3-person shower, the twins and I were ready to part ways. My Aunt slipped off, determined to find someone to play out an incest fantasy with her before she went to bed. My Mom and I went back to our adjoining rooms, now both back fully in costume. We looked both ways down the hallway, and when we were sure no one was looking, she gave me a very un-motherly kiss goodnight. Her kiss left my knees weak and a stupid grin on my face. Then she made towards her door, but, before she closed it, she told me that if I wanted to hear something wicked, I might want to put a glass to the wall instead of going straight to sleep. When I asked why, she smiled slyly, and told me her evil plan.

You see, Dad loved being a cuckhold, but he had not known, and did not know, about me. So… that night she planned to propose to him that they engage in a little role play. That they pretend that, while he was out of town, she seduced me, and now, even his own son was fucking his wife while he was away. “So…” Mom continued. “If you listen closely tonight. You might just hear the headboard banging. And you might hear a familiar voice moaning. And if you do… It will be the sound of your Dad fucking your Mom, while we are both pretending, that I’m getting fucked… by you.” Then Mom reached down, and lovingly cupped my crotch. Her gentle squeeze drawing a moan from me as she whispered for the millionth time in my life, “Sweet dreams sweetie”.

[clowns8mom]

A late night text from Mom

[momcestful-deactivated20171027]

[mommylover93]

Mommy finally gave in to her true incestous feelings for me and decided to make the first move to advance our relationship past a normal mom/son relationship

[momcestful-deactivated20171027]

[mommylover93]

Mommy finally gave in to her true incestous feelings for me and decided to make the first move to advance our relationship past a normal mom/son relationship

[ballergball]

This big fat Mom ass looks like it can take some serious violence, you already know her son is stealing and jerking off in her dirty panties or hopefully fucking that huge momma ass

[cheatingm0m]

[mtnrebel]