Title: Change Of Life Keywords: MF, Mf, mF, teen, mat, cheat, mc, mdom, fdom, inc, mom, son, dad, daughter, spank, voy Author: Caesar Summary: Menopause changes mom and her daughter tries to take advantage of the situation. A beautiful lady named Psyche Is loved by a fellow named Ikey. One thing about Ike The lady can't like Is his prick, which is dreadfully spikey. Change Of Life by Caesar, copyright 2007 $Revision: 1.1 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 09:44:59 $ Being the first time in months that his wife Sara had not been complaining about the many symptoms of her change of life Darren thought to take the opportunity to reach beneath the covers of the bed towards her in an inviting way. It had not been possible to even think about sex during much of the last year - from the complaints of back and joint pains to the depression and fatigue and not to forget vaginal bleeding, dryness and her constant urge to urinate. That is not to say that before the start of her menopause climateric period she was openly inviting about marital matters - she always seemed to grit her teeth and give in to her husbands demands, and then rarely more than once in a month. Darren was pleased when she didn't immediately push his hand away and ignore him as she would have done before her menopause had started, but instead turned onto her back, head turning to face him. She wore this small calm smile that was something new in these last weeks - soft and inviting, calm. The hand went from her hip over her soft rounded stomach and up to her softly hanging breasts beneath her cotton nightie. When she still had not dismissed or chastised her husband, as he more than half expected her too, Darren carefully leaned forwards and kissed his wife who responded in kind. This was enough of an invitation to the sex-starved man! The kiss quickly turned passionate, Darren edging over to lay along his wife's side, his hand returning down to slip beneath the hem of her nightie. Sara spread her knees and sighed as the experienced fingers easily found her excited enlarged clitoris, her outer labia barely containing the heat and moisture. He saw little need for foreplay now, and a part of him was worried that to linger would give his wife time for have another mood swing that would ruin this moment, so he anxiously rolled over between his wife's thighs and pulled his hard penis above the elastic of his pyjama bottoms. Sara sighed loudly as her husband sunk within her body, her back arching up and her feet raising and hooking into the backs of her husbands hairy thighs. Her hands fondling his short greying hair on his head and his rounded shoulders, moaning loudly and with obvious pleasure. Darren gasped at the heat radiating through the sex of his wife - not remembering her ever being this hot, this wet in their life. His hard cock throbbed with pleasure as his hips began the erotic dance of driving in and out of his wife's flesh. His lips moved back to hers, finding her tongue anxious and willing. God it felt so good, Darren thought to himself as he slowed down his movements else this nights pleasure would end before he wanted it too. His wife was making incredible noises - sloppy sounds from between their legs, flesh on flesh of their thighs, groin and stomach region and of course the moans and passionate heavy breathing. She was hotter than he can ever remember. After the first child, the woman that he had married seemed to endure the marriage bed, the act of sex a necessary evil and did it like a convict going to the gas chamber. The woman beneath him was totally different - almost as if she liked sex, as crazy as that sounds. Sure he may be just dramatizing the moment - ecstatic at the simple marital act that it clouded his judgement. Darren began to feel the blood pressure rise as the inevitable began to approach - his own heavy body was hot and coated with sweat, his breathing laboured and his cock aching for release. If anything, his wife was thrusting her sex into him as hard as he was pressing downwards, this delicious feeling caused the expected reaction and rising lust inside the pleased forty seven year old man. His orgasm came minutes after mounting, shoving his penis as deep as it would go within the hot wet body of his wife, pumping again and again his abundant seed. Sara clung to her husband as he did this and he thought he felt her sex flutter while the muscles in her body were tense as they desperately held on for the ride. If he had not known his wife for all these years, he would have thought she was climaxing along with him. -*- Jason thought his dad was in an uncharacteristic mood - his parents usually distant and unemotional at the best of times. As cold as this sounds the sixteen year old boy really did not mind this so much, as he was left alone to do what he wanted. Dad took up from his half-read paper, his brief case in the other hand, as he leaned in to kiss his wife as she put the final touches on her children's breakfast. Both their children watched a little surprised - the moment broken when Cindy made a disgusted sound and dad turned and left, whistling a tune from before either of his children were even born. Mom was in a good mood too, thought Cindy, god, they probably did it last night, she realized! It was a thought that caused the twenty one year old to shiver in disgust. "Mom?" "Yes honey?" Jason took a deep breath for courage and rushed his words to get his request out, "Can Jim and I go to the scifi convention after school tonight?" Cindy smiled, knowing the abuse that was coming. Sure it was Friday so there was no school tomorrow but her mother was anything but compromising. Before Sara could answer, her son thought to add nervously, "We will be home before eleven and his dad will drop us off?" "That sounds fun honey." Cindy did a double take, shocked at what she had heard. Jason, though, having anticipated her denial, "It is perfectly safe mom and a couple of the guys from school will be there so... what did you say mom?" She turned from the counter with a bowl of porridge in each hand, "You should go Jason, you love science fiction right?" He nodded dumbly - his sister sitting open mouthed in shock as well. The bowls were set before each of her children before mother returned to her seat, her mug of tea no longer steaming hot. Mom frowned for a second, causing her daughter to think, 'here it comes'. "Remind me before you leave honey and I'll give you twenty dollars for something to eat." You could have hit Cindy with a hammer, the affect would not have been any less. For Jason the reality of going to the convention and not having to argue with his mom to let him go caused his joy to overflow. The boy jumped up from his untouched breakfast and yelped for joy - rushing to his room. Sara jumped at the shout and tried to catch her youngest child's attention before he left the room so as to finish his breakfast but it was no use, he was gone before she had a chance. Cindy just sat that, surprise becoming overshadowed by suspicion. Dad must have really done a number on her, the girl thought, no longer with her earlier disgust. If the old lady was this easy after a good screw then dad should give it to her every night, thought her daughter with malicious intent. "Whats up mom?" She masked her normal hostile tone - she and her mother could barely say two words together without some kind of argument starting. Sara sipped her luke-warm tea and turned towards her daughter, "What do you mean Cindy?" Cindy opened her mouth to venomously spout her confusion at her mother but before the first syllable came out she instead asked, "I have been meaning to ask something important mom?" Sara put her mug down, giving her daughter her full attention. Cindy was encouraged by this openness and continued, making up shit as she spoke, "Most everyone is using an iPod now at school mom - you know, to review lessons and for podcasts and stuff." "What is a iPod dear?" Normally, at this point, her mom would have given her a dirty suspicious look and turned away without further word. So Cindy felt only enthused encouragement, "It is like a tape recorder mom - to listen to stuff." Sara nodded as if she understood, but of course Cindy knew that she didn't. "It is a little expensive mom and I was hoping you and dad would help me buy one? You know, for my grades I mean." Cindy held her breath, ready for the denial and anger to spout fourth from the old woman, but instead, "Of course dear, if it is something you need." The twenty one year old nearly fell to the floor in shock - not only was this so out of character but it also meant she was finally getting an iPod! Her father had promised it to her if her grades got better, as a present for the end of the spring term - but this was much better! -*- Darren felt magnificent - holding himself up onto his hands and knees as he pumped himself in and out of his wife with such vigour and stamina that he was proud of himself. Not only that, but Sara was acting like she was really into this - shoving her hips back at him, moaning and gasping with desire. All the while her sex was practically flowing with the juice of her excitement, felt like hot molten metal clenching and squeezing his throbbing penis. Was there ever a time she had acted like this - so passionate, so enthusiastic? Those huge breasts, hanging to either side of her chest, was bouncing around deliciously - her curvy soft calves and thighs smooth and warm as they rubbed all over his ass and thighs. When was the last time both of them had been naked in bed together, he thought with barely contained pleasure? Darren wanted this ride to last forever - fearing that the woman that he had known most of their marriage would return with a cold shrug and distant uninterested look. Leaning over he took one of those wildly dancing nipples into his mouth, so hard and wrinkled and probably sensitive as his wife hissed when he sucked her hard into the back of his mouth. Sara's hands came around to grasp the sides of her own generous bosom, pressing the abundant flesh together, offering the other free nipple towards the hungry mouth of her husband. It was enough and Darren felt the tightening of his balls, the way his hard penis seemed to enlarge with anticipation. In that very second Sara screamed out and froze, her sex like a vise upon his manhood holding it deep within her. The realization that she was climaxing, there being no mistaken the signs this time, was enough to push him over the edge. Darren groaned like some kind of animal and let his penis pump its seed deep into his climaxing wife. It was, without a doubt, the first time in their marriage that there had been no sexual politics, no stress or bullshit leading up to this coupling and that, more than the orgasm, left Darren pleasantly shocked. -*- Mom handed over the bills without a break in her soft pleasing smile. Cindy takes the two hundred dollars quickly, else her mom may come out of this giving nature she had found the last couple of days, and shoved it into her pants. Jason sat watching this transaction in surprise. Cindy had come into the kitchen just after his pleased father had left, leaving another kiss on his wife's cheek and a playful pinch on her bottom. She had not taken a pause before asking for money from their mother for some new clothing she wanted to buy. Mom had said, "Of course dear", before retrieving her purse. It was all so surreal. Cindy gave her younger brother a spiteful smile and rushed from the house - going shopping with her new found riches, her new iPod in her left hand. The pancakes finished, Sara stood to take her plate back to the sink and asked pleasantly, "Is there anything else you want honey?" It wasn't until that moment that Jason realized that he had always been scared of his mom - the strict, unflinching, cold parent. But something was different with her now and because of that dad and Cindy have been acting strange as well. "I would love another pancake mom?" The words came out without thinking and when he noticed the batter bowl soaking in the sink and that more pancakes meant mixing a whole new batch, he balked and was about to verbally retreat in his request. She turned to her son with a smile, "Can you really eat more young man?" He was too afraid to speak and instead nodded. Jason was almost always hungry - his allowance going for food when it wasn't used on games for his computer. Mom chuckled and began to clean the bowl and mix the necessary ingredients. Jason watched relieved and thrilled at this willingness in his mom to give in with this not-so-little request. When she opened the fridge, pulling out the cartoon of eggs, she cursed, "oh shoot", a bare second before the carton hits the tiled floor. Those were the last of the eggs - which meant, no more pancakes. Beginning to wonder if he should help clean up the broken eggs, knowing that mere days before she would have snapped at him to do just that, his mom gets down on her hands and knees, using the paper towel to mope up the mess. This did something that surprised him, causing him to freeze and stare unconsciously. Mother's bathrobe had billowed open at the top and her large soft white breasts were right there dangling a meter away from his innocent eyes. It was the first breast flesh that he had ever witnessed in real life - the photos and movies he loved to download on the Internet not counting. He had even seen his mother, and sister, in various stages of dress - frequently finding a creative way to see either of them in their underwear. This had been a great source of pleasure for him but seeing his mother's bare chest right that moment, so close, so real, was totally breathtaking. The flesh was so white, so soft and smooth looking. They were also larger than he imagined, hanging and dancing below her shoulders with the dark nipples at the bottom nearly to the floor. Jason quickly crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. The movement caught his mother's eye and she looked up from her kneeling position, her eyes immediately registering where her son looked. She starred down beneath her to notice how exposed she was and chuckled softly. "Oh honey!" Mom sat back onto her heels, one breast hanging exposed still, the dark brown wide nipple so wide and so inviting. Slowly, but not obviously so, Sara closed her robe and refastened the sash about her navel. "If you want to see mommy's boobs, you just have to ask!" Jason was so shocked at this calmly spoken statement that he stood up and rushed from the room in a stooped embarrassing manner, his hands over his bulging pyjama bottoms. -*- Sara was acting as if crazed with lust - her eyes rolling back into her head, her hands all over her own breasts, her voluptuous body bouncing again and again above her husbands lap. Darren just watched, thrilled and pleased, his hands freely roaming over her thighs, hips and up to her heavy breasts. She seemed in seventh heaven - bouncing rhythmically up and down his hard shaft. Perhaps just after they were married they had tried this position, she doing it out of duty but obviously embarrassed to be 'on show', as she had called it - that they never did it again. Since he was able to simply lay there and allow Sara to do all the work, Darren for the first time thought what could have gotten into his wife - acting like this? Some guys would have suggested their wife was having an affair, the increased libido showing its affects in the marriage bed. But Darren could not believe that, no one would have put up with his frumpy little wife until recently. Hell, just this last year she was near-impossible to live with - the change and all! Perhaps that was it, he thought for the first time, her menopause had just completed and in some way caused some change within her? And what a change, Darren thought, besides she obviously enjoyed sex for the first time in their life? -*- Dad seemed a little distant this Sunday morning and Jason whispered a silent thank-you when the old man stood to go golfing, not even kissing his wife's cheek goodbye as he had the last couple of mornings. Since the day before Jason has been unable to think of anything else but those big sexy pale breasts, his mother's words echoing again and again in his head. So enthralled was he that he locked himself in his room and masturbated again and again, shamelessly tugging on his penis until it was almost raw from friction and use. He watched her closely now, even as dad had sat in silence eating his breakfast, drinking his tea and reading his typical morning paper - the Sunday Times being the thickest of the week. From the curve of her waist to the flair of her hips - his eyes always drawn to her chest, as those big sexy boobs moved deliciously beneath the same bathrobe as the day before. Mom sits with her plate of eggs and bacon and picks up her fork, her son watching her almost hypnotically. "Mom?" Sara pauses and looks at her son pleasantly, "Will you show me your boobs please?" The voice was cracked, rushed, obviously nervous. Jason had fantasied again and again about this moment - her offer being taken up. In his fantasies the result is different each time, most fading off into the nirvana of climax. He was trembling like a leaf waiting for her reaction - scared and excited all at the same time. Sara blinked twice and set down her fork, looking not surprised in the least at the question after being leered at for nearly twenty minutes. "Of course honey." Her hands untied the belt and pressed the robe wide to either side of her chest before turning her attention to her breakfast. Jason sat there in total utter amazement - shocked and thrilled. Across the table sat his mother completely bare in the front. Her huge breasts moved slightly as she forked her food and ate, dancing just minutely before her, his eyes missing nothing. Sara even smiled at her youngest boy, almost encouragingly, but Jason did not look anywhere but those fat gorgeous udders. He gasped when he realized that the nipples were tightening and extending right before his very eyes. That was it - he was ready to explode in his pants, the realization threat enough for him to jump up and rush from the room in a stooped embarrassing manner, not so different than the day before. Sara chuckled softly, knowingly and moved to close her robe. Cindy chose that time to enter, frowning and looking over her shoulder at her hastily departing brother. When her face turned back towards the table and saw that her mom was tying her belt again she stopped in her tracks. "Whats up with Jason mom?" The answer was the last thing she ever expected her mother to say, "He has a hard-on from looking at my bare boobs." The forty five year old woman chuckled with pride-filled pleasure and took up her fork yet again as if it was a normal occurrence, her young child looking at her bare chest. A grenade could have gone off in the kitchen with them and had caused less of an affect after the simple exposure. "Why did you show him your tits mom?" It sounded odd even to her ears. Sara shrugged, "He asked." This was stated so calmly, so rationally that Cindy suddenly thought her mom insane. And rather than feel empathetic towards her parent she thought how this could affect her, how she could make use of this to make her own life better? Retreating, Cindy goes to her brothers doorway and hears him tossing off rather vigorously. God, she thought with malicious amusement, he has it bad for the old broad. Only at that point did she realize that she was turned on herself but she did not try to guess why and assumed it was from the knowledge that things in her life were starting to look up. -*- Her big ass looked so sexy from this angle, above and behind, his slick hard penis moving in and out of the fur lined lips beneath. Darren fucked his wife with the energy of a teenager, or so he told himself. Grasping her soft wide hips as he shoved himself again and again into her, loving the view. She was reacting as earnestly as she had for the last few days, but clawing and biting the sheets and pillow before her. The pink wrinkled anus winked at him as he thrust beneath it and he felt an urge to touch it, to discover how it felt - knowing that some couples enjoyed the rectum as yet another erogenous zone to be enjoyed - yet he dare not. The man was too well conditioned from years of being married to a cold stand-offish prude that a few days of vigorous sex could not heal him that fast. Simply having sex in this manner was thrilling, having never done it like this - she used to say this was how animals did it. -*- Dad was already gone when Cindy spoke casually, "Do you want to see mom topless again Jason?" His face immediately heated with shame and he stole a look at his mother, to see her reaction about what they had done the day before being so calmly spoken, the act he had thought secret, but mom just went about her work as if nothing was strange. He dare not look up at his older sister, fearing this may encourage her to continue. Feeling rather brave and fearless Cindy speaks to her mom while looking right at her brother, "Strip down to your panties mom." Jason can not help but look up as his mom turns in surprise, pause, and then moves to remove her sweat pants, loose sweater and her bra. He can't help but tremble uncontrollably at this point, his eyes wide and leering at his nearly naked mother standing there a few meters away. Feeling the thrill of what could only be power, Cindy says calmly to her brother, "Do you get it yet Jason? Mom can't say 'no'!" His eyes were mentally cataloguing every centimetre of the short voluptuous woman - his mother - standing there looking from one child to the other, seemingly oblivious to what she was doing to her only son. "You can't say 'no' can you mom?" Sara laughs at this foolishness, her breasts dancing in response before her son's hungry eyes, "Of course I can dear!" Cindy did not even pause, "Take your panties off mom." Still laughing lightly Sara bends over and slips her large cotton panty down her full soft thighs and then off her small delicate feet. Never in his whole life had he seen a naked woman before, outside the Internet, and Jason's penis felt as if it was about to explode at any second. She continued, "You don't get it do you brother - we can do anything we want when dad isn't around?" For the first time the trembling teenage boy turns and looks at his sister, "What do you mean?" Purposefully Cindy winks and smiles for her brothers benefit, "You know what I mean." Turned back towards her softly smiling mother still standing there in the middle of the kitchen she orders gruffly, "I am going to bring Sam back after lunch mom and we are going to fuck in my room - do you have a problem with that?" Sara sighs slowly, which causes her breasts to rise and fall which her son did not miss, "You are a big girl now Cindy but I think you should know, I don't like that boy very much." The old defence nature of the teenage girl jerked back in response, "Shut up mother you old cow! I will fuck who I want and when I want do you understand?" Sara did not look pleased but she sighed yet again and said calmly, "I understand." "Good! Now get your purse and get me a hundred dollars." The forty five year old woman strode calmly from the kitchen with her son's eyes devouring the wild movement of her over-sized soft ass as she walked away. "Dad may not realize this yet about mom - so this is our secret okay Jason?" Mom strides back in, her breasts dancing wildly with each step - swaying back and forth while bouncing - it was an indescribable sight to the virgin boy watching almost without breathing. Cindy takes the bills and counts it at her leisure, reassured at the amount she turns to leave with a wink at her brother, "Have fun Jason." Feeling like he is seconds away from a climax but realizing it was nearly time to leave for school - Jason makes the easy decision and jumps up to rush to his room to jack off. His body screaming for release, his penis so hard that it hurt, his balls aching. Crouching as he had the last two previous days he stops before leaving, his voice trembling nearly as much as his shoulders, "Mom, may I borrow your panty?" Amazed at the strength it took to ask this impossible question he stands waiting, testing his sisters crazy theory. Mom bends over to retrieve her undergarment, those huge breasts dangling deliciously before she approaches to hand the still-warm cotton to her son. She is so close that he imagines that he could smell her flesh, soapy clean and something else, something exotic and unique to her. All he would have to do was to reach out, she was that close, and touch her. But his aching penis reminds him of its impeding explosion - about to happen regardless of where he is. The warm cotton panty in his hand is a reminder of how far this has gone already, in just a few short days, and he rushes from the kitchen and has his penis out of his jeans before he makes it to his room. Within ten seconds he is pumping an incredible load of his sperm into the cusp of his mother's still warm panty. -*- Cindy bounced steadily up and down over Tony's bare lap, his hard penis filling her deliciously and her eyes were clamped tight to allow herself to concentrate on her own pleasure. The jerk seemed to want to twist her small sensitive hard nipples like dials on a radio and she kept roughly pushing his hands away. The action was pissing her off, stealing from her pleasure, the stupid jock just didn't know when to do what he was told! He normally was a better lay - reliable for a good steady fuck. "You are so fucking hot Cindy!" His hands were grasping her thin hips firmly as he started to groan expectantly, holding her movements so as to drive himself as deep into her thin body as he could. Cindy cursed to herself as she felt the penis inside her jerk again and again, filling the condom with the jocks sperm. Cindy rolled off the tall muscular guy and cursed to herself, now she will need to masturbate to get some release. Stupid fucking jerk, she thought maliciously. Of course she will wait for him to leave, why give him the pleasure of seeing her touch herself after having selfishly ignored hers. Sitting on the edge of the bed with the boy behind her catching his breath, she held her head in her hands, her mind again going to the situation she found her family in. Her brother practically drooling over their mother, strangely enough her mom doing anything anyone seemed to want of her. And at night, her father and mother having sex - the likes of which she had never heard before, really going at it. She shared a wall with her parents bedroom and it wasn't easy to sleep with her mother moaning and whimpering like she does, or dad grunting as he plows the old lady's field. "What do you think of my mom Tony?" A thick swallow and then his deep sexy voice, rarely using anything over three syllables, "What was that babe?" "What do you think of her?" "Your mom?" He sat up behind her and seemed to find some bravery, "She has always been a bit of a bitch." Cindy exploded with a single laugh, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared. "But do you think she is pretty?" A large strong hand reached out and cupped her shoulder, moved around to grasp her small firm breast. "Nothing like you baby." Cindy pushed his hand away from him yet again and growled, "I'm serious - is she pretty?" "Yea, I guess so." He didn't look like he believed his own words - perhaps he had never thought of it, she realized. "You guess so?" She stood and reached for a robe, disgusted. "Yea. She isn't bad for a mom - if you know what I mean?" "No, I don't know what you mean?" She wasn't even sure why she was getting angry - but she knew that this stupid jock had outlived his stay. "Its her boobs okay? Satisfied?" He was getting frustrated, probably from his girlfriends bitchy attitude more than any other reason. Tony stood and fumbled around the floor for his jeans. Cindy stayed silent and waited for Tony to dress, realizing that this was the last time they would be doing 'it'. He simply disgusted her now. Following him out from her room and towards the front door they came across her mom coming up from the basement stairs, she ignored the young man and gave her daughter a pleasant smile of welcome. "Mom?" Tony and Sara stopped and turned towards Cindy. "Yes dear?" "Show Tony your tits mom." A gasp escaped from the boys lips even as Sara simply reached up to open her blouse, exposing her bare breasts. "Wow!" He obviously thought they were nice Cindy thought with dark humour. "Come here mom and kiss me." Sara looked at her daughter with surprise and blinked twice before stepping up and kissing her daughter with a gentle open-mouthed kiss, her breasts still hanging out of her blouse. Cindy breaks it off and whips the spittle from her lips with the back of one hand before turning towards her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. "I never want to see you again Tony - you are so pathetic that if I need to get off, mom here can do a better job in her sleep." The open mouthed shocked look of the boy turned towards surprise then rage but before he could speak Cindy continued. "I want you to get out of here and I never want to see you again worm! If you ever say a word of what you just saw here, I will make sure every girl in town learns how you can't keep it up long enough to please anyone." Tony's face turned bright red and he appeared to have forgotten the mature large hangers still on silent display. His mouth opens but the threat was real, this girl was known by all their peers as someone you didn't fuck with, you didn't want as an enemy. He turns and stomps from the house, and that crazy fucking chick and her lesbo mom. -*- Having skipped out on school and her mother saying nothing, knowing she would say nothing, gave Cindy a sense of power. Laying in bed she thought about masturbating, had even spread her bare thighs and slipped a hand down there but it just didn't come - her mind was elsewhere. That kiss with her mom turned her on. It wasn't a girl-girl thing but a power thing - her mom had no choice but to kiss her. But it was obvious that the old woman enjoyed it - felt her heaving bare breasts against her own chest, feel the trembling in her lips, the nervous passion in the way her tongue caressed hers. Whatever happened to make her mom like this was a godsend - and had to be exploited. What did she want in life, Cindy considered, money, power, sex. The things that she had always wanted but had thought she would have to marry some old rich guy someday. But what if she could get this without having to marry. All her desires from a guy who was head over hells for her but had to keep it secret - someone that could be controlled and used, someone that she could control with her body as well as her identity. It all started to come to her and her body started to respond, her fingers returning to her clitoris even as her heels dig into her soft bed for the final path to her pleasure. -*- Darren lay on the top of her bed, head propped up on a pile of pillows, he watched as his naked wife bobbed her face up and down his hard throbbing penis. Even with his generous belly, a round mountain half hiding his dick, he could see that his wife was enjoying herself - pleasuring him because she wanted too and not because he had nervously asked. Every night for nearly a week he had intercourse with his wife - she never denying any touch, any request and he worried that this may not last much longer. Every night since that first he had reached for Sara, asked for more of that pleasure that she had given the night before. Imagine his surprise, his pleasure that she just smiled and allowed her husband his conjugal duties. "God that feels good Sara!" One of his hands was gently holding the back of his wife's head, almost as if he were subconsciously scared she would retreat from this fantastic act. Instead she sucked, she licked and she moved her lips up and down and side to side along his hard happy penis as if there was nothing else in life she would rather be doing. The tightening in his balls told the tail and he wondered if he should say something, fearing any warning would drive his wife away from this intense pleasure. Yet he know that if he did not warn her and surprise took her unaware, he would never again have this level of delight in his life. "I'm close Sara... not much longer!" Darren gasped when his wife sucked harder, moved her face up and down faster. Even her hand moved between his thighs to grasp his balls, squeezing him as if milking the sperm direct from his testicles. Just this thought alone caused the edge of that mountain to crumble, for him to fall into the abyss of desire and lust. He climaxed loudly, his pleasure loud in his groans of lust. Sara sucked loudly, almost choking twice in her work, but the jerking penis never once escaping her lips. "I'm coming in your mouth Sara... I can not believe this!" -*- Cindy watched her mother enter the kitchen and even returned the old woman's pleasant smile she gave her two children. Jason had made himself a bowl of cereal but if his mother cooked, he could easily eat more. "Dad leave early today mom?" "Oh yes. He had a meeting in the city." Mom was in a cheerful mood Cindy thought with a smirk, but she was sure dad was happier after that blow job he received last night - she had listened with malicious delight at the noises through the wall, having heard her father make his initial nervous request. "Can you take all your clothes off again mom?" Mom set the coffee pot down and smiled at her daughter, "If that would make you happy, of course honey." Two sets of eyes watched as the forty-five year-old woman dropped the robe and then removed the cotton nightly leaving her completely exposed. Jason tore his eyes from his mother's voluptuous sexy flesh to look at his sister, wondering why she was doing this. Feeling his questioning gaze, Cindy looked at her brother and calmly said, "You can fuck her if you want Jason?" The table jumped as her younger brother jerked in violent surprise at the words. "What?" His face turned bright red and he turned his face down to stare at his half filled bowl of cereal and milk in embarrassment. Cindy thought this was so fucking easy - the nerd probably jerked off countless times thinking about the old fat broad already. Pathetic. Instead of addressing him directly she turned back to her mother, "Is it true mom? Tell him?" Sara chuckled lightly, starring at her obviously nervous son, "Of course it is true. Mommy loves you very much Jason and would like to make you happy in any way you want?" The words were calmly spoken but the content shocked both her children - even though one had expected it. Jason just sat, his eyes again drawn up to stare at his mother's nude body, while his own body trembled like a leaf. "Wow. How can you turn down that brother-dear?" Cindy laughed carefully, not wanting to destroy the moment. "Why not take the morning off and fuck mom upstairs in your room?" Jason's face was sweating profusely, and he stole a quick look at his sister but otherwise did not say a word. He even stole a look at mom when his sister said the 'F'-word, but none of the expected consequences transpired. "You can do it right here on the kitchen floor if you want Jason, mom won't complain, but your bed would be more comfortable? Don't you think so mom?" Sara just smiled at her son, "I think you are embarrassing your brother Cindy." Cindy had enough, knowing her brother didn't have the balls to do what had to be done. Her plan was all based on her brother and mother having an affair. "Mom, take Jason up to his room and show him how much you love him." Her brother was breathing so heavily that it was almost loud in the large kitchen. Sara smiled sweetly at her youngest child before stepping forwards and presented her hand for him to take. This was all a dream, a kinky obtuse movie that could not be true. Jason watched as his hand rose and grasped his mother's. Her eyes were soft while her lips were gently smiling at him, for him. This was true, what his sister had said, this was going to happen. -*- Her hands moved with patience and care - removing every stitch of clothing from his violently trembling body. The short curvy naked mature woman, her large breasts dancing with gravity, moved hypnotically for the teenage eyes watching. The pink penis hard and throbbing from his body, standing rigid before him, purple headed and dripping with desire. Sara looked past her son's hip to see her daughter in the doorway, watching with anxious hungry eyes, waved her in to join them - anxious to please her children. Cindy motioned for her mom to continue. On her knees, Sara hesitated only to smile her thanks at her eldest child before taking that dripping hard penis into her mouth. Jason was still in shock through the whole disrobing, afraid of his chubby body, his smaller-than-average-penis, worried that his mom would laugh at his pathetic naked person. As soon as her attractive calm face took his painfully hard penis into her hungry mouth he felt his body shudder as his cock began to shoot. Blast after blast shot into his mother's mouth and he could hear her swallowing loudly, moaning as if she enjoyed it. All the while cursing himself for loosing it so quickly, that only stupid virgin dweebs like him couldn't keep it up long enough to really make this a memorable occasion. Watching his mom before him, pleasurably sucking the seed from his stem, he was titillated to see a stream of saliva and sperm run out the corners of her mouth, drip down upon the tops of her pale fleshy breasts. He had never seen anything so sexy in his life. Cindy pressed her thighs together trying to stifle the hot pressure growing between her legs. Barely two meters in front of her very eyes her mom had sucked her little brother off and it had all been because of her control over the old lady. And there was no fooling herself, this unrestrained control over her mom, the woman she had hated until only recently, and causing her to do the most vile of acts, like commit incest with her son, turned her on immensely. Mom eventually stood up, pressing her bare flesh against her child's, looking him into the eye passionately, her lips and chin still wet with her early work. "You are so sexy Jason! How would you like to fuck mommy?" Jason's cock still hurt, still throbbed painfully with desire that had not been extinguished with his first explosion. He felt calmer for some reason, mature and strong. His hands reached around his mom and grasped her meaty round soft ass roughly, causing her to yelp and raise up onto her toes wearing nothing but a wide smile. His lips found hers and he passionately, if amateurishly, kissed his mother while walking her back towards his bed. With loud thunk from the springs, the duo fell onto it, lips still locked and tongues duelling. Limbs quickly moved anxious, wildly, until Jason lay above and between his mother's full soft thighs. Opening his eyes he saw desire and lust within her gaze just before he sunk his cock into the most amazing place! Pushing up onto his elbows, he watched his mother below him as he fucked her willing soft sexy body. Jason felt powerful, like a man - the woman beneath him panting and whimpering in lust from his forceful movements, her breasts dancing almost hypnotically while her skin rippled and rolled in wild rhythmic movements. Cindy was so fucking hot, so wet. Her hand was inside her shorts, inside her panties, roughly stroking her enlarged hard clitoris - but always drawing away if she drew to close to climax. This was fucking amazing - her little brother was giving the old lady a champion ride and she was all into it. Her whole plan, everything she ever wanted, was hers for the taking! Look how easy it was to make this happen, Cindy laughed to herself silently. Even in his inexperience Jason knew his mother was approaching her orgasm, knew that some important event was about to happen. Her body was acting desperate, muscles inside her vagina were becoming possessive and her eyes were glazed and kept rolling up into the back of her head. The sixteen year old non-virgin watched amazed and delighted as the woman who had given birth to him screamed out in passion as her pleasure erupted like an explosion - her body jerking wildly again and again. It was enough, and the teenager knew it was the perfect moment, allowed his own pleasure to climax, pumping his seed deep within his mother's body. Cindy whimpered and clamped her knees together trapping her hand as her orgasm shot through her. She would have fallen to the floor if not for the wall behind her. Her bottom lip had a sharp pain as her top teeth bit into the flesh, blood escaping into her mouth. Gasping she fought to catch her breath, licking her abused lip. She looked up to see her mother and brother starring at her little show. The twenty one year-old yanked her hand from her shorts but remembered that this was all because of her, all within her power. She casually brought her dripping fingers to her mouth and tasted her own juices - seeing her brother jerk at the sight, her mother smiling almost knowingly. "Great show guys." Jason had put a pillow over his crotch while mom just lay there with her legs still widely spread, semen dripping down to the sheets beneath. Jason turned his head away at the comment, his cheeks red after all that he had done. "I told you brother dear, she will do anything you want." Jason turned back to his sister as a wide unrestrained smile spread on his lips, "I know." He allowed the pillow to fall to reveal his still hard cock, the rejuvenation of youth, and reached for his mom who giggled like a teenager obviously pleased at the prospect of another tumble. -*- Her original plan had her pimping out of her mother to various guys - anyone with a hard cock and no problem with the woman's daughter taking a couple photos. Yet what was going on between her brother and mother was better than Cindy could have ever planned. The boy was insatiable and their mother was in no position to deny him anything. Five times Jason had bragged! Five times he had climaxed on or in their mother's willing body. Their mom was obviously exhausted from the fucking she had just enjoyed and lay in bed when father came home. Suddenly Jason was all for cuckolding their father, anything to keep fucking the old woman. He had changed in the span of a day - confident and more self assured. Sometime around the third and forth climaxes, he had smiled as his sister took digital photo after photo. Their mother the leading woman, her son the man - the plot of the little photo gallery that her Cindy had taken was 'incest enjoyed'. The forty-five year-old looked wildly pleased as her son shot his forth load on her face and into her open mouth - dozens of photos capturing the moment. Darren went upstairs to find his wife asleep in her nightie beneath the duvet. Cindy had said, "Mom said she was feeling tired and went upstairs dad." His wife had changed so much in the last week that supper had been ready every night, then later when they went to bed they would make love. Selfishly he feared that his wife was still going through the Change of Life, menopause, and found herself exhausted. Darren also feared that this was the end of the last week or so of their marriage-bed fun. Sara opened her eyes slowly, her lips smiling up at the concerned face of her husband. "Hello honey?" "How are you feeling Sara?" He stroked her hair lightly. "Tired. Did I sleep through supper?" "It doesn't matter, I'll order pizza later." She smiled her thank you before her face became more somber, "I don't think I will be up to sex tonight Darren." Half prepared he still felt the disappointment creep into his face and he was about to tell his wife that it was okay, that he understood when her hand slipped out from the duvet to grope his covered crotch. "But I think I could manage a nice blow job if that would suffice?" He felt so relieved and his obvious answer showed on his face. -*- Cindy sat on the edge of her bed and listened to her father get a blow job - his pleasure obvious. When the old man climaxed, the second it happened too obvious to miss, the sounds cumulating with a groan. The old hate was coming to the surface again - the years of arguing and power posturing, always on the loosing end but continuing to push. Her mother had always been so cranky, demanding and stern - so opposite to the woman that now pleasured both males of the family. She bet that dad hadn't even gotten a blow job for a least ten years - the old woman not realizing how good she had it, how to keep it. Mom and dad were speaking, the words muffled through the wall so no words could be heard. She momentarily feared that mother would reveal her day, how she became so tired - but realized that unless asked directly, it was not likely to happen. Quiet for nearly twenty minutes before she heard the heavy steps of father leaving his room, passing her closed door and making his way deeper into the house - probably to his office. This was it Cindy realized, this moment was going to change everything. She giggled when she realized that her sex was hot and wet again - recognizing it for the power she felt over her family, obviously putty in her hands. Checking herself out in the full-length mirror she blew herself a kiss and winked at the reflection. She looked youthful and sexy, her nipples and sparse pubic hair just barely seen through her sheer pearl-coloured nightie. The colour of sperm she laughed silently to herself. Dad jumped in his chair, surprised to see his daughter a meter beside him. "Gee princess, you scared me!" His laptop and briefcase were open, a file leafed through - work of course. She looked down at her bare feet and tried to look nervous. Cindy could not help a shiver run through her as she felt her father look at her body, realizing how little was hidden with this never-before-seen nightie. This will work she screamed silently to herself! "What is it Cindy?" "I need to talk to you daddy?" Her little girl voice. It always worked before on the old man. "Of course honey, what is it? Why aren't you asleep?" He pushed himself away from the desk. Perfect thought Cindy! She stepped up and lowered herself onto her fathers lap, perpendicular, like she used to do as a child. His strong arm came up and held her head against his shoulder, the other laying almost casually across her bare thin strong smooth thighs. "Was it a dream princess?" Cindy wiggled her small boyish ass into her fathers groin 'innocently' and sobbed theatrically. Darren felt uncomfortable with his near-naked adult daughter seated as she was upon his lap. She was obviously in distress and scared and his mind was fearing the worst. Yet she was obviously no little girl anymore, and he concentrated on what as bothering her and not the memory of those dark nipples and sexy lolita-like limbs beneath her sheer nightie. "Tell me right now Cindy - what is it? You can tell me anything, you know that." She hid her face in her father's hairy bare chest and allowed another sob to escape her. "Its about mom." He physically jerked at the mention of his wife, suddenly not so certain that he knew what this was about. "Tell me princess." His voice sounded sterner in his own ears than was intended. "I saw them!" Darren shook his beard covered cheeks in frustration, a growing knot in his belly. She looked up into her fathers forty-seven year-old face and allowed the crocodile tears to come, "I saw them doing it dad - this afternoon!" A cold hand enveloped his heart and Darren felt his head swim. Was this why Sara had been behaving so out of sorts lately, so sexually active and uninhibited from the woman he had married and shared a bed with these last many years? Was his wife having an affair, Darren though fearfully? "What did you see Cindy?" She heard the pain and hurt in her father's voice, felt his chubby body trembling and tensing with rage. She wiggled her bottom again and looked up into her fathers face with an innocent trusting love for him. "Mom and... they were having sex dad!" A sob, "Who Cindy, tell me damn it?" He was angry as well as incredibly hurt. She just looked at her father for a lengthy moment before saying one thing, "Jason". Darren thought his life would end after he heard who was cuckolding him but the name of his son froze him. This was a shock, yes, but it was the last name he expected and it stilled his expected response. "That is not possible Cindy?" The tears started and she held her face against his hairy soft chest, "I knew you would not believe me. I am so sorry daddy!" He patted her head of hair, just noticing how pleasant she smelt. It was apparent that how impossible this was, his daughter believed it to be true. Perhaps she had seen a young man looking like her brother with her mom? Would it be better if another boy was having intercourse with his wife than his son, Darren thought coldly? His daughter shifted again directly over his weary penis and he wished she would stop doing that, he could feel the life returning into it and he did not like the fact it was with his daughter's bottom pressed against it. "You need to go back to bed princess. We can discuss this tomorrow okay?" She nodded silently into his chest then lifted her red-rimmed eyes, the tears leaving her cheeks soaked, "Can you carry me to bed like you used too daddy?" The request confused him, she was ten or eleven the last time he had carried her to her bed. Perhaps she was feeling helpless an desolate at what she had witnessed, Darren though. "Sure princess." He regretted agreeing to this as soon as he lifted her. Though a hand higher than her mother, she was much lighter - but she was still a heavier weight than he had lifted in a long time. Then there was the fact that his daughter was near naked and with her face hiding in his shoulder, he looked down at the small hard nipples and soft pink flesh beneath the sheer nightie. She had a strong lean body but still very feminine, very sexy. Lowering her carefully into her bed Cindy smiled up into her father's sweaty face, ignoring his eyes upon her bosom, "There was something else daddy?" He sat down next to his daughter, looking around her room quickly, at the over-the-top femininity of it all. "They were taking pictures with Jason's new camera." His digital camera - Darren felt that cold hand again upon his heart and he fought the tears coming to his eyes. This all could not be true! "And he was in your office before you got home, printing something. I was almost sick thinking about...!" He patted his daughters cheek tenderly, her tear-filled eyes looking at him as if he should have all the answers. Instead he just felt lost, lost and alone. He knew what he had to do right then, proof of the insane story his daughter had spun. "Don't do anything crazy okay daddy? I love you so much. I am here for you daddy, okay?" He just nodded, fearing the simple act of speaking would cause the flood of his tears to flow. Darren stood and walked quickly to the doorway of his daughter's room, turning only once more to look at her beautiful innocent image, before retreating back to his office. The printer that he had purchased was expensive, laser colour with plenty of features to keep even this gadget-hound happy. One of these features was that it kept everything it had printed still in memory, as long as there is space in the buffer, indefinitely. All it took was pressing two buttons and he watched as the pages printed revealing how his life had just disintegrated. Cindy had her hand beneath her sheer panty even before the door was completely closed, her sex had been leaking it was so hot as she had painted the incestuous picture to the old man. She touched her sensitive clitoris and jumped with pleasure - remembering her father's eyes upon her. -*- Her father's voice boomed out from the kitchen and Cindy rushed down to find her brother looking sheepish and small at the table while her father bellowed at his shocked and hurt wife. "I like white bread for fucks sake - can't you do anything right Sara?" Tears were coming to the middle-aged woman's eyes as her head nodded in the affirmative. She had thrust the multi-grain bread on the family years ago, outlawing white bread as processed poison. It hadn't been a topic of discussion for years. "Don't you stand there and cry you slut, I asked you a question?" "Daddy?" He didn't hear his daughter and glared threateningly at his trembling, hurt scared wife. "Dad!" The old man snapped his head towards his daughter, his gaze could kill, but Cindy knew it wasn't aimed at her. "I will see you to the door daddy." She steps to the table and takes his briefcase, he was already holding his laptop case. Almost reluctantly he turns and follows his daughter to the side door to the attached garage. Cindy hands her father the case then steps up before him, looking up into his strong but angry face. She suddenly wraps her arms around his neck and presses her face into his neck, "You are scaring me daddy!" His encumbered hands come around and hold his daughter awkwardly before whispering, "I am not angry at you honey?" She takes a deep determined intake of air and looks up into her fathers pain filled eyes, "I know daddy, but I love you so much. If you want revenge don't do it this way - whatever you want I will do. I will be there for you okay daddy?" He took a deep ragged breath of his own and nodded. What his daughter was inadvertently suggesting was the wisest move, get revenge smart instead of stupid. Cindy smiles, sharing his pain-filled gaze, then leans forward and kisses her father's lips gently and momentarily. She then steps out of his shocked arms, and holds the garage door open for him to leave. Cindy finds her mother standing sobbing into her hands while her brother still sat at the table in near-shock. "He is gone mother - I think its going to be okay." Her mom looks up, her face looking miserable, before racing from the room back to her bed to properly let her agony out. Cindy bites back a smile and turns to her brother, "Aren't you going to follow her?" Jason looks surprised, "What do you mean?" "What do you think I mean dork? You don't know anything about women do you Jason? Mom is hurting and needs someone she loves to hold her, kiss her and yes to make tender love to her." He looks remarkably alive and pleased, "Really?" She just crossed her arms and then rolls her eyes at her brother before he jumps up from the table and follows mom to her room. Cindy doesn't hold back the evil laugh this time. She'll eat breakfast then go upstairs and watch them again. Its sick, the teenager knew, but it did turn her on. -*- Darren stayed away from home as much as he can - coming home to sleep and nothing else. He was thankful his daughter was empathetic and seemed tireless in her role as his friend and confidant. His wife was hurt that he was not around, it was obvious, and more so when he turned her offer of sex down at night. Cindy said his wife and son have sex at least once per day - she can hear them and hides in her room with the pillow over her head in misery. The poor girl, he thought, stuck in the middle. Strangely, Darren didn't hate his son Jason - the boy was always a bit of a nerd and would be hard pressed to get his first kiss let alone sex before he was eighteen. No, it was his wife he blamed. Didn't she get enough at night, he was more than willing to have sex with her? Perhaps that was it, he contrived with humiliation, perhaps I wasn't enough! Cindy came rushing out of the house on the toes of her heels and he smiled, she was certainly a looker. Tonight was a business meal with half a dozen of the other senior members of the firm - all would have their wives, he had invited his daughter instead. At first it was to spite his wife but now, looking at his daughter, he knew there were other benefits as well. She came striding to her father's expensive sports car looking magnificent and sexy - seeing her father looking her up and down. Cindy had purchased an elegant but revealing cocktail dress, short to show off her long thin sexy legs, tight to show her supple frame while still being elegant and expensive looking. Her father playfully whistled his approval as she slid into the leather seat next to him - his eyes catching the thigh high stocking stops as her short tight dress slid up a few extra centimetres. "All ready daddy." "You look magnificent princess." She gave him a wide pleased smile, "I wanted to make you proud of me?" His hand slipped over and grasped her nylon covered knee before leaning over to kiss her lips - a lingering closed mouth affair. They looked into each others eyes for almost half a moment before he pulled away and aggressively took the car out into traffic, speeding towards their planned event. -*- Jason was easing his hard penis in and out of his mother's rectum while she moaned and breathed heavily in appreciation of the invasion. She was laying in her son's bed, naked but for the white thigh high stockings her daughter had purchased for her - laying upon her side, the upper knee raised high and the other leg straight. Jason was straddling the lower straight leg from behind her. "Oh... oh honey...!" "Tight mom!" His eyes were locked to his penis as it moved back and forth inside his parent's bowels. Jason loved how the thick muscles of her anus seemed to cling to his lubricated cock - it was so fucking tight! Cindy had been right - she had been right about everything he thought happily. He wished his sister would do more than watch them, do more than let him watch her. At this point, he has seen his sexy older sister without any clothing and even frequently masturbating when watching him fuck their mother. Tonight, for example, he had sat on the edge of her bed and watched her dress in those crazy high heels with the thigh high stockings and garter belt - explaining happily that their father was taking her to an adult supper thing. She also explained to her younger brother how to go about fucking the virgin ass hole of their maternal parent. He had sat in silence, lost in desire for his sister while imagining what he was going to do with his mom. -*- The trip was half ways across the country and there was no reason for him to take his daughter, except he wanted to be with her, to include her in his life. Darren told Cindy that it was to thank her for 'being there' in his time of need but he knew it was his selfish desire to include her in his life. She was so full of life and energy, was so unconsciously attractive and sexy that being near her made him feel better, happier. To hell with Sara, Darren thought not for the first time. He had resolved to divorce her, leave her with her incestuous lover - Cindy concurred sadly, that it was the only way, while clinging to him possessively, begging for them to be together forever. It was sweet, someone loved him with an honest and innocent love that was obviously missing from his life. The supper was magnificent, expensive and elegant. His daughter drank several glasses of wine and was acting a little drunk - not enough to stop her from dancing with her father on the dance floor. Darren loved how his young sexy daughter felt in his arms, proud of the looks of the other gentlemen eyeing her, knowing she only saw him. They danced close, the music slow and romantic, her head on his shoulder and her arms about his head, one hand stroking his ear absentmindedly. He felt her tight body pressed against him, could feel the warmth of her skin through her tight sexy dress. The erection wasn't unexpected, he got them frequently now when his daughter was around and he no longer had the use of his wife at night but this time he didn't pull away from her, instead he just ignored it. Perhaps she was too drunk to notice? They entered the sitting room to the suite that Darren had rented for the two nights they were here, arms around each other, giggling like kids, his daughter stumbling in her high heels. "Oh daddy, this has been a wonderful evening!" She pulled away from his arm and turned looking at him with her pretty face, flush from drink, breathless. "I want it to be like this all the time between us daddy, please?" "Oh honey, I love you so much." At that point Cindy, who was not nearly as drunk as she pretended to be, stumbled with one heel, as planned. She toppled with a wave of arms as one heel gave out beneath her, tumbling towards the floor before her dad. The old man may have put on a few pounds but could move fast enough when necessary - he jerked forwards to catch his falling daughter before she hurt herself. Cindy felt the thin spaghetti shoulder strap of her dress snap - perfect she thought with delight. Darren and his daughter stood up, she on only one heel, when his eyes moved down to the hand that had caught her - seeing how her dress was lower on one side, how his hand was cupping her small breast. He tore it away from her as if it had been on fire - his daughter not noticing his hand but just looking up into his eyes with a strange glint. Her arms wrapped suddenly around his neck and her lips found his not uninviting. Darren groaned to feel such passion, his mouth opening to allow her dainty tongue access. It was a chaotic melee at that point, clothing falling to the side as father and daughter kissed and fondled their way to his room. Not making it before she jumps up into his arm, he lowering her so that his incredibly hard penis pierces her womanhood. He strides the last steps to the bed with his daughter clinging to him, bouncing rapidly up and down his cock. Then they are on the bed fucking like animals, she not only responding enthusiastically but also taking the initiative. With no restraint she screams out her first climax, her father's seconds behind. Only then do the couple take a moment to catch their breath. The only clothing on the couple was her black thigh-high stockings and his black socks. Darren is horrified at what they had done, he had molested his little girl! Before he can say a word she is rolling over, wiggling down, her lips and tongue on his soft slimy member. "Stop baby!" "Why daddy?" She asks between licks. Yes, why, he asked himself? "Because it will take me a while to recover." A little girl giggle, "I don't mind daddy, I want to make you happy." Her mouth engulfing his soft penis completely and his head falls back to the pillow amazed, a wide smile spreading on his lips. -*- For two whole days they don't leave the room and fuck again and again. Darren had never enjoyed such unrestrained and pleasurable sex. His seminar was forgotten, life outside the suite forgotten. His daughter seems both patient with his recuperative powers as well as hungry for more sex with him. They fuck like teenagers, ignore the real world and have the most fun of his forty-seven years. Even though thoughts of his wife are distant, Darren can't help but compare mother with daughter. Not in body, as they are so different in that respect, but in the way they approach sex. The new wife, the one that gave him pleasure those last few nights before he discovered her infidelity, were without restraint, but there was a submissive quality to her, little in the way of initiative. Cindy, on the other hand, was aggressive - anxious to give and receive pleasure from her father - openly telling him that there was no sex act between them that she would no do, asking for what she wanted. On the second day he had sat in the large comfortable chair while his daughter lay naked at his feet, her legs spread and her fingers working upon her sparsely covered sex. He had admitted he had never seen a woman masturbate before - and since he was still recovering from his last climax, she did not hesitate. Same day but sometime after midnight, Darren carefully eased his hard penis into the tiny pink anus of his daughter. They had spoken, both admitting to be new to that sex act - daughter suddenly anxious to do it with him, for her daddy to be her first. The guilt of the lost time together had not kicked in while they lay naked together. In fact the forty-seven year-old man was feeling rather powerful, pride-filled and younger than he has in years. His daughter, this twenty one year-old, desired him and he not only kept up with her but seemed to give her plenty of satisfaction as well! Between the hours of fucking, sucking and fondling-with-intent - the incestuous couple lay in each others arms talking for the most part. Darren telling about his attempts to balance work with home - how much he loved his daughter and how great this time together has been. She on the other hand reinforced her desire for him, her willingness to submit to his any request, her undying love and her fidelity. But Cindy also started to push for her father to end his relationship with his wife, her mom, divorce was brought up numerous times. It was nearing the end of the second day and reality was setting in. Darren realized what he had done with his baby daughter - how the world would think of this incestuous union. Not only that, but he compared his indiscretion with Cindy to Sara's with the younger Jason. If there was a boy needing to get laid, Darren thought without an ounce of humour, it was Jason! As for Cindy, she was getting nervous - her time alone with her dad was coming to an end and he had not yet agreed to the divorce and the living together as man and wife. No, they couldn't marry - but they could act like it while in the privacy of their large new house Cindy had already purchased in her mind. Her father, in her eyes, was loaded and she wanted to enjoy spending some of that money. As her father's secret lover, he would be in no position to deny her anything. Wearing pink sheer thigh-high stockings, purchased especially for this trip, and nothing else, Cindy sat beside her naked father feeding him small mouthfuls of sushi. "I don't want this to ever end dad." He just gave her a sad somber smile that secretly infuriated her. "How can you trust mother any more - after doing what she had done dad?" Darren just sighed and that far-away look returned that revealed he was thinking. Cindy bit her bottom lip in frustration. "I read that a speedy divorce can be purchased down south - we could be together in only a couple weeks...?" Darren gently interrupted, "Cindy honey?" "Yes daddy?" She knew he loved when she called him 'daddy', the batting of her eyes just that little bit extra she knew her father would like. "Honey, as terrible a thing as Sara had done, I really am not in a position to judge her." "What?" Darren had not been watching his sexy hard bodied daughter else he would have seen the non-subtle threat of her body language. "A few days ago I would have been all for it - but since you and I... it would not be fair to judge your mother for doing the same thing." As he spoke his quiet somber voice gained strength, as if he was cementing something that had been on his mind for a long while - making a fateful decision of his life. Cindy jerked up to stand on the king-sized bed, toppling the platter of half eaten sushi. "No! No daddy, no!" She jumped on her stocking covered feet as if she were a child, bouncing her father who still lay in surprise at her violent reaction, "Mom is a fucking slut daddy and she isn't good enough for you!" Darren finally rolled from the bed rather awkwardly with his daughter bouncing the way she was, a temper tantrum reminiscent from ten years before. "Stop it Cindy!" He growled, but she did not seem to hear. "You belong to me now daddy! We are in love, you said so yourself! I want that slut out of my life forever!" He swallowed his initial frustration and sighed, thinking to treat his twenty-one year-old daughter as the child she was acting like, "Calm down Cindy. I love you regardless if your mother and I are married or not." Cindy clenched her fists together and bounced her feet upon the bed in frustration, "No no no! This was not how I planned this daddy. The bitch goes and I stay! I want you for myself!" Darren's patience hit its peak at his daughters last explosion of unthinking words and growled, "'Planned' what Cindy?" For the first time his voice penetrated her anger and she stopped bouncing and looked at her father in surprise, "What?" "You planned this? How much Cindy?" She stayed mute, unsure how to proceed. "This little trip?" She nodded nervously, her father sounding angrier than she had ever remembered hearing before and it scared her. Most of call because it threatened to destroy all her work. "The photos?" She didn't moved, frozen. "Even Jason and his mother?" Tears came to her eyes and she dropped to her knees, the sushi sticking to her flesh unnoticed, "I'm so sorry daddy...!" With a long swing the flat of his hand made contact with his daughter's cheek. She spun uncontrollably onto the bed, hot pain radiating from her face. But it wasn't over yet, her father grabbed one of her thin ankles and dragged her off the bed. Darren sat in the large padded chair in the corner of the suite, his daughter unresisting but balling like a baby. His hand came again and again upon that small hard bottom - turning it quickly bright red, Cindy screaming, crying and kicking in response. Minutes passed, loud anger filled moments where father punished his naughty daughter. By the time Darren allowed his sore palm to stop the strikes, his daughter had stopped fighting him, had given in to her future, her destiny if you will. Cindy's plan had failed, not only that but her relationship with her father forever fractured. He had never struck her, had never spanked her and that fact hurt more than the burning flesh of her ass. When Darren gently eased his daughter up onto his lap, his lips gently kissing her tear-stained face, Cindy responded slowly, kissing him back. Several things happened within seconds, Cindy's consciousness realized her father was rock hard against her hip, that her own vagina was flooded with hot juice from her own excitement. The kiss quickly became passionate, daughter moving to allow that hard cock into her ready channel. Cindy bounced, her ass hitting her fathers thighs on each thrust hurting, causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure. His hands came around and without regard to her hurt flesh, grasped her hard boy-like ass, holding her as he stood up from the chair. Father deposited his daughter onto the desk by the centre wall of the room, his hands pushing her nylon covered slim ankles to his shoulder as he pounded his cock into this tight sexy cunt. There was no love here, just lust, just fucking and both father and daughter loved it. Cindy came quickly, loudly, her pain mixing strangely with her pleasure so that her nirvana was unreadable and delicious. Darren had fucked and sucked the last two days away and was not ready to pump his load, and fucked hard and fast - wanting to hurt the cunt beneath him, wanting her to remember this fuck for the rest of her long life. Two fingers were shoved past her lips into her mouth where she dutifully sucked upon them - then she found that they moved around behind her thighs, a finger slipping into her still-tender anus to the second knuckle, fingering her in time to the big fat cock making her life so blissful. More fingers fondled her hard pulsating clitoris expertly and Cindy found herself crying out amazed that another climax was so quickly following the first. Even as her head was bouncing off the wall, her cunt taking a battering and her ass burning hot and painful, Cindy began to orgasm yet again. This was the first time in her short life that it didn't end after a few seconds of explosive pleasure - it came in waves and seemed to last forever. She wailed in misery and bliss, her would now only the orgasms she was enduring. Darren saw this and understood, his anger finally evaporating by witnessing the submissive show his daughter was giving, how her body was reacting to her multiple orgasms. His own climax exploded deep within that rippling clenching tight wet cunt, milking his final spend of this trip. It was the best climax of either life. -*- Jason was living the life of every middle-teenage boy - a woman that was willing to do any sexual thing he could think of. The fact that it was his mother was his secret, his secret kink - only building on the relationship. Gone was his memory of the stern demanding cranky woman from his childhood. Gone was the woman from the last year, one that was always tired, cranky, complaining - enduring what his father called her 'mid life crisis'. Now his memory of his mother was forever remolded to the sounds, smell, taste and images of this woman who gave him his every pleasure. And he had his older sister Cindy to thank - to show him how she seemed to have changed, explaining how to ask for what he wanted from his mother. With dad and Cindy away, his mom wore thigh-high stockings, sheer g-string panties, various see-through tops all around the house. Jason lost count how many times he fucked his mother, how many times he had climaxed. She had smiled and often giggled at his every request, even when, at first, he felt juvenile and innocent in his asking. His mother even seemed to find pleasure in their coupling, so that Jason was proud of the fact he could give as well as take pleasure at his whim. He had spent literally hours on various parts of his mother's body - from her vagina to her ass to her breasts. He had experimented with his fingers, his tongue and then his hard teenage cock. His mother encouraging, enjoying every moment of their journey. They fucked like teenagers throughout the house, uninhibited, unrestrained. If Sara bent over to retrieve the television remote control and her son was there behind her, he was liable to grab and poke her right then and there. Seated at the dinner table, talking, looking into each others eyes, her son's focusing on her lips suddenly stands and shoves his hard cock into her willing mouth. Playfully touching and experimenting in the bathtub and even on top of the clothing drying in the basement. Mom giggled, became hot and wet, and sighed with pleasure. She constantly told her son how much she loved him, how proud she was of his abilities and that this was the most sex she had ever had in only a few days. But then Cindy and Darren returned, quiet and somber. Darren wasted no time, calling a family meeting in the living room within the hour of his return. Cindy uncharacteristically quiet, introverted. Sara was again dressed normal, around the house attire. Jason wearing shorts and tee-shirt, no underwear, and was the only one in the family that did not realize something was about to happen. -*- Seated across from each other Darren starts the meeting by looking his wife in the eye and admitting, "I know about you and Jason having sex." A pin would have been heard to hit the hard wood floor if it had fallen, so quiet was it. All but Sara reacted. Cindy not expecting her father to come out swinging so quickly. Jason shocked that his, what he thought, secret was out and that his father was going to kill him. Even Darren who was visibly shaking with adrenaline and barely controlled emotions. Sara though, just sat and only raised her eyebrows in surprise at the admission but otherwise did not move. Taking a deep breath Darren breaks the pregnant silence, "I can not judge you too harshly Sara, because Cindy and I have inadvertently been doing the same thing." Again a wave of shock with only Sara looking surprised but otherwise unaffected. Strangely, it was Jason that looked at his sister with suspicion and anger. His natural sibling mistrust recalling how she had manoeuvred his mother and him into a relationship. "I have a plan so we can continue to be a family but in a rather none-traditional way." Darren looked at each of his audience with a stern gaze, to ensure of their participation, before continuing, "In this house, in this family, Cindy and I will be partners while you, Sara, and Jason will be the same." Everyone was looking at him now. His suggestion nothing less than radical and unconventional in the least. "Sara, you and Jason move into the spare room, its bigger than Jason's. Cindy, you move in with me. Any and all intercourse will be done in private to save the embarrassment of the others." The partners were all looking at each other - father and daughter, mother and son. Cindy, who should not have been the most shocked at this revolutionary plan was the most surprised. Her mind was trying to see how she could benefit from this, how different this was from her own plan and if she was, as she had originally conceived, going to get 'it all'. The way her father was looking at her, how they had ended their trip together, she understood that he still desired her very much and did not want that passion to end. With her ass and cunt still sore, tender, so that she would have trouble walking or sitting for a week, Cindy felt a shiver of excitement run down her spin and ending between her legs. This was it, this was what she wanted after all even if the path was different that what she had planned! Jason was looking at his mother in shock, from the embarrassing revelation from his father to the announcement that his mom and him would live together in the same room in this house. As he looked at her he recalled how her eyes glazed over as she approached climax, or how those lips looked wrapped around his hard penis and he felt himself harden within his shorts - suddenly wanting his mother yet again. Darren was smiling proudly at this restructuring of their family - his way to both save it and to enjoy more of the young colt that his daughter was. Cindy had revealed it all on the way back home - how their mother seemed to not be able to deny them anything, any act, any request. It all seemed to click for him, how his wife seemed to change after her menopause was complete - his surprise, their seemingly new-found pleasure in their marriage bed. But the fact was, he desired his daughter more than her mother - she was new, youthful and tight bodied. He was not blind to the reality of his daughter's dark side, how she wanted money, power. Darren knew and understood this, so he would give his daughter enough of a leash to strangle herself with - and when she pulled on that leash, he would draw her in for another round of punishment. Darren's eyes tore away from his daughter to his son and he realized that he could teach the boy a thing or two - that the women were now theirs in so many ways. And his daughter, at the least, needed to be given a firm hand else she overstep her boundaries - Darren smiled at the memory of spanking her pert little ass just hours before and how docile and submissive she has become since. The best sex of his life, making him feel half his age and strong like a bull, was with his daughter and he was not going to let anything come between him and that ever again. "You agree to all this Sara?" All eyes turned to the wife and mother, the forty-five year-old woman who had changed so radically these last few weeks. Of the three sets of eyes, only Jason could see past the woman that she once was, to see the sexy submissive lover that his own mother had become. Sara looked calmly at each of her children and then at her husband Darren, "Of course honey, I just want to make everyone happy." --