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?" --