Title: Caught In The Laundry Room
Keywords: newyear, mF, voy, mdom, inc, mat, mom, son, brother, sister, cheat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Karel happens upon brother with an anonymous woman in her laundry room and stays to watch.




 


There was a young fellow of Harrow
Whose john was the size of a marrow.
        He said to his tart,
        "How's this for a start?
My balls are outside in a barrow."


Caught In The Laundry Room

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

The door opened suddenly so that all three persons are frozen in
surprise.

Jax is standing in the darkened room completely naked, but his head
turned toward the door and his eyes wide in fright.  Karel is standing
in the doorway facing the shadowed small room, one hand still on the
handle and her mouth open wide with surprise.  The third person, a
woman, is completely naked, standing upon her toes but bent at the
waist so that her head is hidden beneath a pile of dirty laundry.

It is Karel that breaks the awkward silence first, "God Jax, you could
not find another place to do this?"  Her eyes trail down to see that
his hard member is half submerged into the body of the woman bent
before him.  Of course she could not miss the glistening juices upon
his pink member.

Still Jax does not move, does not say a word, his eyes locked onto the
intruder.

Karel finds it necessary to explain her entrance into her own laundry
room, "I came down for another bottle of wine and heard a sound."  Her
eyes lingers over the tall lean muscles of the younger man.  She
smirks with half her mouth, "I can not believe that you actually found
a woman that would allow you to use that thing on her."  She nodded
with her chin at the glistening wet organ jutting from his body and
half submerged in the unknown woman.  The sound of her words feeble in
her own ears, as Jax's organ is larger than her husbands.

The bantering jolts Jax to recover from the lengthy shock at this
discovery and smirks back at the expensively clothed attractive woman
in the doorway, "It never seemed to bother you when we were teenagers
and you wanted to watch me jerk off dear sister?"

Karel frowned suddenly and nodded to the naked anonymous woman before
her bother.  Her younger brother had never denied her a look at his
naked teenage body or even seemed the least bit shy about masturbating
with her as an audience.  She had seen the pile of dirty laundry lift
slightly as the head beneath manoeuvred, as if to hear better, and
felt it necessary to defend herself else she could be condemned as
some kind of pervert, "We were kids and I was curious.  Thats all it
was Jax!"  The hole she had dug herself did not seem to get any
shallower with her feeble defence.  Nothing else had ever happened
between them, that was the line she had drawn for herself - though in
her fantasies the two of them had done some very lewd acts.

Karel looked over her shoulder, to see if anyone else may be in the
basement hallway behind her.  Unconsciously Karel had taken a half
step into the small dark room while pulling the door half ways closed
behind her, just enough so the light still illuminated the two joined
naked bodies before her.  The thick smell of sex was obvious and she
could not help but take a deep breath.  A scent she and her husband
had not found time to generate in months she thought to herself with
longing.

When Karel turned back to her brother and the woman, they had not
moved in the seconds since she had interrupted.  "You guys better
hurry midnight is thirty minutes away."

Jax made a face familiar to his sister when the two of them had been
teenagers living beneath the same roof, a face that said, "Thanks for
stating the obvious sis!"

"If you leave, we should be finished before the New Year is rung in."

Karel nodded affirmatively and started to turn when she stopped and
asked her younger brother, "Who is the slut you convinced to humiliate
herself in my laundry room Jax?"  There were several dozen people at
the party upstairs - most strangers from her husbands work.

The naked anonymous woman clenched her muscles, her big round ass
tightening noticeably.  But from being called a 'slut' or at the
chance for her identity to be discovered, Karel had no idea.

Jax smirked and seemed to pause before answering, "Take a guess sis?"
The unknown woman grunted negatively - evidently, not wanting the
siblings to play this game.

Karel stole another look behind her, out the half opened door and saw
that the party had not descended the stairs as yet, before turning
back and studied the flesh of the woman before her brother.  "Lets
see...?"

Just before her guessing started, Jax started to gently move his hips,
his long hard cock began to move in and out of the body that his older
sister was studying.  The anonymous woman groaned beneath the pile of
laundry and gently began to respond by thrusting back her hips.

Karel's eyes widened at the realization of what her brother and the
woman were doing - with her standing barely an arms distance as a
witness to their debauchery.  She could not help but smile widely at
the sight before her.  "... she is a short woman...", Karel spend some
time studying the anonymous woman's thick calves, where they were
bunched up from standing on her toes, "... but with nice curvy legs,
small ankles and feet...".  Her eyes rose, "... big meaty
breasts... natural... with fat brown aureola's...".  She moved back
toward her brother, "... a bit of a gut... wide soft hips but with a
small waist... a large but round ass...".  She could have been
describing herself, her brother thought amused.

Jax was accelerating his thrusts and his female confidant was grunting
and thrusting backward with gusto.  He was enjoying this game with his
sister.  Had always enjoyed when she looked upon him with a certain
twinkle, a deep guttural hunger that she could never allow herself to
enjoy but was not above witnessing.

"... she is a bit older...!"

Jax laughed suddenly and asked, "Why would you think that?"  What he
really was asking was "How can you tell?"  To him, the voluptuous body
before him had smooth and unblemished skin and very attractive as a
whole.

Karel could not help the knowing smirk from appearing on her face as
she replied to her younger sibling, "Look at the stretch marks on her
waist and stomach, the small lines beneath her breasts...".  Her head
nodded toward where a hand was clenching the side of the laundry
basket, "... and she has old hands.  She has probably had at least one
kid... someones mom."  She looked up into her brothers slightly
stunned eyes, "You're shagging some divorcee you stud!"

Jax was more than a little surprised at the quick, but accurate,
analysis that his sister had just delivered.  Granted, she can tell
the woman that he was fucking was older than the two of them but how
can she tell if she was divorced or not, he wondered.  "And how can
you possibly know if she is divorced or not?"

The smirk had not left, but Karel's eyes were openly feasting on both
pale white bodies before her.  "Three reasons brother dear.  One, only
a divorced woman would shave her pussy bare in this town."  Karel
pointed to the shadowed place just beneath her brothers swinging balls
- how the two thick outer labia protruded backward without a hair upon
them.  "Two, she is not wearing a wedding ring but there is an old
indentation where she used to wear one."  The hand that was
white-knuckled and had been part of her earlier analysis was looked
upon by both siblings.  And three - no woman that was actually getting
'some' would fuck a numb-nuts like you Jax."  She had meant the last
to be a little sibling humour, but no one laughed.

The anonymous woman had frozen while her young lover had only slowed -
both glued to the words that Karel had voiced, the truth silently
agreed upon by all three.

Upstairs the party has increased in volume and the sounds of people
dancing on the hard wood floors directly above the laundry room caused
a deep thumping sound.  It was only minutes before the new year was to
be rung in and the sounds of the party-goers echoed that fact.

Karel shrugged after looking up at the ceiling above their heads,
where it seemed to vibrate against the noise.  "I should be getting
upstairs.  Don't forget that there are kids at the party - so you and
your slut should lock the door."  It was obvious to her little brother
that she intended to leave only reluctantly.

Again Karel started to turn toward the door when her brother spoke up,
stopping her, "Karel?"

She stopped, not looking too out of sorts for turning back toward the
lewd scene before her.

"Your laundry does not have a lock big sister."  Jax was smirking, his
hips again thrusting vigorously against the large round ass before
him.

"I guess I will need to have one installed... in case you want to shag
another old slut at a future party."

To her brother, she sounded almost jealous.  "Well, until that next
party sis, you could help us out?"  He was smirking at his sister.

She, in reply, frowned and never said a word but stole another look
out into the hallway to ensure no one had come down the stairs yet.

Jax understood his older sister better than she would have ever
guessed.  That first time, years before when both of them were in high
school, when she had stood in his doorway and watched him jerk off -
he understood her desire for him.  He also understood the self
control, on her part, that it took to ensure nothing else happened
between them.  It had been a game he played with her - while enjoying
the erotic intimacy that they shared.  As long as he had not attempted
to cross the boundary that she had set between them, he was allowed
many liberties.  Though he had never seen his sister masturbate, as he
had done for her pleasure, nudity between them had been commonplace.

Being rather plain and an unsocial girl Karel had come to rely on the
brazen attitude of her younger brother for her sexual exploration.
Years before she had lost her virginity, she had sat at the foot of
her brother's bed and watched him ejaculate into her own still-warm
panties before running to her own room to masturbate to quell the heat
of passion between her legs.  He had shown a desire for her that no
one else had and that produced a seductive spark between them.  She
had a sexual relationship that was both forbidden and thrilling and
for that naive teenager, it was necessary to grow as a woman.

When Karel started to date other men in college, she no longer visited
her brothers bedroom to watch him jerk off.  Yet until she left her
parents home, her room directly across from Jax, nudity between them
was commonplace and sought after.

Jax brother knew all this and more.  His only regret about those early
years between them, was that he did not take the next step for them to
become lovers.  So when he asked, "Why don't you stay and make sure no
one else interrupts us Karel", he already knew the answer.  He had
seen it in her eye within seconds after having interrupted.  It was
the eyes out memory, of an innocent teenage girl seeing the first hard
cock of her life and wanting more.

Karel looked nervously back into the empty hallway again, but her eyes
rapidly returned to the violent thrusts of her brother's penis into
the middle-aged anonymous woman's very wet vagina.  "If you hurry up
Jax?"

Jax smirked and replied with an adage that she had heard often as a
teenager, "Anything worth doing is worth doing right."  It caused her
to shiver with the memory her brother had last said such a thing to
her - he masturbating for nearly forty minutes while she stood naked
and quivering in need, her hands clenched tightly together so as not
to pass that boundary and touch herself before him.  She had been
powerless to leave, her young brother ordering her to watch and wait
until he was finished.

Jax grasped the wide round buttocks before him and pried them roughly
apart.  "Do you remember sis?  Do you remember how I told you how I
would fuck you if we ever did it?"

Karel bit her bottom lip, her knees trembling suddenly while feeling
like that virgin teenager loving the naughty things her brother and
she had done.  She nodded quickly in response.

Jax was smiling widely, his hips pounding rapidly back and forth - the
unknown woman grunting vulgarly into the soiled clothing.  "How I
would put you on your knees?  Your big sexy ass facing me while I
shoved your face into a pillow - do you remember sis?"

Her eyes had widened and the trembling had increased, Karel had not
responded.

"Do you remember this Karel?"  Rapidly Jax rose his hand from the soft
hip and brought it back down smartly upon the round white flesh of the
left ass cheek.  The mature woman before him jerked violently and then
groaned with pleasure beneath the pile of clothing before putting even
more energy into her backward thrusts.  Again his hand rose and fell
and again the woman jerked in a positive response.  Jax did this at
least a dozen times, though no one was counting.

Her voice worked this time, though it sounded rough and guttural even
to her own ears, "Yes".

The last couple of months before she started to date - the teenage
Karel had watched and listened as her brother spewed forth his verbal
fantasies.  The images that he portrayed, often in great detail, were
the fuel to the fantasies that she orgasmed too for years to come.
Fantasies that she still enjoys when life gave her time to rekindle
that spark of lust that her brother and she had enjoyed.

Many times she had thought about what had transpired between Jax and
her, wondering what would have happened to her life if she had
succumbed to her bodies desires and lain with him.  Though when the
heat of her passions were merely smoldering rather than blazing, she
was thankful of her resolve.  No matter how impassioned she felt, that
place between her legs would heat up, fill with thick syrup with just
a single memory between them.

Suddenly, the years disappeared and she was again that naive teenage
girl watching almost helpless as her brother performed before her.
This time was different though, this time she wanted to be that woman
feeling his aggressive thrusts into her body.  This time she knew
there was no boundary, Jax had merely to nod and she would perform any
act for him.  There was nothing they had not done together in her
fantasies, after all.

Her marriage, her kids and her life were suddenly transparent to the
desires raging within her.

Jax grasped the closest ass cheek toward his sister and pried it
apart, exposing the shadowed contents.  "You also remembered that
nothing was forbidden right Karel?  That even your tiny pink ass hole
would would feel my attentions?"

Karel nodded vigorously while answering in a thick voice, "Yes."  She
could remember that her large round ass had always been one of her
brothers prime focus of his verbal fantasies between them.  That early
attention had caused her to consider her backside her prime erogenous
zone.

Her brother's free thumb moved in toward the crevice of the anonymous
woman's backside, easily pressing to the first knuckle of the wrinkled
brown muscle as if it was no stranger to this part of her.  The older
woman before him clenched every visible muscle in her body that the
siblings could see.  Jax could even feel the muscles of the cunt
wrapped about his cock grasp him in a delightful vise.

Karel suddenly held her breath realizing what she was watching -
having never seen another woman orgasm before.

Jax was hissing toward the orgasming woman, "Thats it... finish you
slut!"

The unknown woman began to violently jerk as the violent waves of
pleasure rolled through her body.  The cock behind her had stopped
moving, but the thumb had pressed fully into her rectum, as she
screamed muted into the dirty cloths beneath her.

Karel's mouth had opened and a groan escaped her lips - all the world
wishing it was her enduring such a delicious orgasm from her brother's
attentions.

Jax started to grunt and his sister tore her eyes from the glistening
woman before him to witness a sight she had not seen in nearly a
decade.  The sound a memory from her past, it foretold the inevitable
orgasm that was about to explode from her brother's toned body.
Suddenly, with rushed movements, Jax yanked his dick from the body
beneath and pulled his thumb from the anus and stroked himself the
final distance to the finish line.

Karel felt like falling to her knees helpless at the first sight of
her brother's first ejaculate shooting out the head of his purple
circumcised cock.  She wanted to worship at the god of her dreams -
the one object in life that she knew could give her the pleasure of
her fantasies.  Spurt after spurt shot out of him, leaving the pale
sweaty back and big raised ass a mess of pooled sperm.

The sight was something out of fantasy, her ass, her sweat, her
muffled grunts of pleasure.  That should be her kneeling there before
her brother while several dozen of people, most of those strangers,
partied unawares of the debauchery only meters away.  Her husband
would never use her like her bother promised to do and thus could
never give her the pleasure that she craved.

Distantly she heard, "Karel!  Sis?"

She had to physically shake her head to regain some semblance of
consciousness, "Yes Jax?"  Her voice not sounded like her own, low and
throaty.

He was looking at her with a tired gaze, his wide muscular chest
raising and falling as he caught his breath.  "Give me your panties?"

Her panties?  "But I am wearing panty hose over top of my panties?"  A
cold hand clenched her heart, fearful that her unscripted words would
ruin everything.  Jax could have her panties, her hose and anything
else he may want.  As a teenager he had not gone further than asking
for her panties but in her heart, Karel prayed he should do so now.

"I don't care - give me your panties?"  His hand came up, palm up,
waiting.  His voice giving his older sister no further room for
discussion.

The dress she was wearing was expensive, looked good on her voluptuous
frame and was nothing to her now.  She clawed with trembling hands up
under the hem to yank down her white panty hose - hating their
obstruction suddenly.  Next she dug beneath her dress for her panties,
realizing that they were not a sexy French cut that she would have
worn as a teenager, but the boring married-woman's cotton brief.
Little did she think she would again be handing her undergarment to
her brother upon request.

Jax received his sister's undergarment and immediately knew that the
crotch was saturated in her juices.  How often had he sat or lain with
the recent scent of his sister's sex upon her newly discarded panty,
jerking off while his sister watched.  He brought them slowly up, his
sister watching intently, again holding her breath.  The scent was
bolder than that teenager that he had jerked off for, who he had
dominated sexually without ever touching each other.

A delicious and naughty thought occurred to Jax, to have his sister
use her mouth on him - to clean his soiled withering cock.  He could
see that she was a sexual wreck, that he could do anything to her
right now.  Yet there was the older woman before him - her feet were
now flat on the cold cement floor and her thick thighs trembled as she
stayed bent over at the waist.  He knew she did not want Karel to know
whom she was.

How did she feel about the new knowledge of a teenage brother and
sister playing voyeur?  She had certainly reacted positively, her sex
warming to a furnace and her juices running unlike any time since
their first.

Would she stay hidden if she heard her young lover request a tongue
bath from his older and married sister?  Would she have any other
choice?

Jax reluctantly removed the warm wet cotton from before his face and
began to mop up the random pools of ejaculate on the smooth pale
sweaty skin of his older lover.  Karel, he saw, was watching intently
her body angled toward him as if she were pulling on an invisible
leash.

The back was quickly cleaned of sperm, and Jax considered what to do
with the soiled cotton garment.  Normally, he would have discard it
into the wash after he had masturbated himself into it while his
sister watched.  When the thought came to him, he maliciously
considered it was perfect for the moment.  Holding the cotton panty in
his hand, "A lady should not be without panties at her own party
Karel.  Put this back on."

With a trembling hand, Karel took her own cock and cunt soaked panty
and began fumbling to slip it over her bare feet and up her shapely
thick legs.

It was perfect thought her brother, the first direct act between his
sister and him that had passed that line that had existed between
them.  It was also his small revenge, her wearing the soiled
undergarment while having to interact at her own party.  She could not
help but feel her brother in her panty for the rest of the evening.

"Now come here before you go back upstairs to the party."

Karel wore a somber and resolved face a she took the single step
toward her brother.  She would wear his sperm against her hot sex with
relish, but the fire between her legs would not be quenched this
night.  At least not until she found a few minutes to bring herself
off.  It was obvious to the woman that her brother would not give her
the gift of his passion this night - and knew it was her own fault,
that she had set the rules years before.

So when he leaned forward and gave her a wet open mouthed kissed, it
took her by surprise and her response was nothing but pathetic.

Jax snickered and did not give his sister another chance to kiss him
properly.  "Now leave us alone sis - so we can ring in the New Year
together."  It had to be but a few minutes away.

Karel sobbed uncontrollably and backed out of the room, almost
tripping twice before backing into the door frame on the way out of
the tiny shadowed room.

Jax reached over and closed the door in his sister's face, waiting a
few moments for her to leave before placed an empty pale and a broom
against the door - as a feeble form of an alarm.

"She is gone mom, you can come out."

The middle-aged woman slowly pushed the pile of dirty clothing from
about her head before she carefully straightened up and turned around.
Her well-aged almost cute round face was red from being bent over, and
was sweaty - but it was her wide amazed eyes that her son looked at.

This was the moment of truth, when he learnt how his mother really
felt about the knowledge of her two children's strange relationship
all those years ago.

Her arms rose and she wrapped them about her son's neck, then stood up
upon her toes so that her strong thick calves bunched up yet again,
and brought her lips to her son's.  Jax allowed his mother to give him
a lengthy wet passionate kiss that spoke volumes even as her hairless
slippery sex ground against his soiled soft cock.

Finally she withdrew her lips from her son's, "Oh god that was
fantastic honey!"

His hands slipped down behind his mother, her words soothing the worry
that had existed within him, down to her fleshy sexy ass, having
always been partial to that part of her.  "It was not exactly what I
had planned."

She smirked playfully, "Now I understand how you seduced me all those
years ago!"  It had started with nudity, as it had with Karel, then
lead to his mom watching him masturbate.  Unlike his sister, there was
no line that was not to be crossed - his parents marriage was already
on the rocks when Jax had told his mom to slip a hand between her
thighs so they could masturbate together.  She was his after that -
and she had never denied her son any sexual act from then to now, all
these years.  "How it started just after Karel went to college."

His mother's brow furled before she asked carefully, "Who were you
making love too all these years honey?  Me or your sister?"

Jax smirked back at his mother and answered truthfully, "You mom.
What Karel and I did back then was just preparing me for you."

She laughed lightly, knowing her spoke honestly, and the few seconds
of the earlier stress disintegrated.  Her lips again kissed his, this
time with more of the submissive passion that he was used too from his
long time lover.

Again she broke the kiss before he did, "What about what happened
today?  What does this mean honey?"  She did not seem too concerned
about the answer, which took her son by surprise.

He shrugged, "You never complained when I dated other girls before
mom."

She did not hesitate, "Yes but she is your sister?"  She was griding
her hairless sex against his more aggressively, he noticed.

Jax nodded, "And you are my mother."  She sighed, any guilt at what
she did with her son was long extinguished by the fruit of their
mutual lust.  "You know her husband is a pig mom.  Wouldn't you like
her to feel just a piece of what we have together?"

His mom did not answer, but just looked intently into her son's eyes,
as if trying to read him.  Jax squeezed the fleshy ass so that she
giggled quickly as her toes came off the floor and she had to place
her weight against her tall strong son.  "Would you mind if Karel and
I had an affair mom?"  He genuinely wanted to know.

She became serious suddenly and asked, "I heard her Jax, I know she
would not just be another fuck to you?  She wants to be your
slave... she has been yours since before she went to college."  His
mom did not state the obvious, that if her son had taken the forbidden
next step with his own sister that mother and son may never have
become clandestine lovers.

Jax felt the triumph welling within him, "Anything wrong with having
two slaves mom?"

His mother's face brightened up before, "Just remember that I need you
Jax!  Please don't forget me?"

He laughed with happiness and replied, "Never mom!"

The middle aged woman felt her son lower her back down to her feet and
she looked around for their hastily discard clothing.  She broke out
in a giggle before her son, lover, and master, grunted, "I was just
wondering if anyone would notice that Karel seemed to have lost her
white nylons and had forgot the new bottle of wine?"

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