Title: Safe From The Hurricane Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, mF, fF, teen, mat, inc, mom, son, daughter, brother, sister, nc, mdom, voy, cheat, group Author: Caesar Summary: Mom and her two kids are safe from the hurricane in their bunker until they let in a stranger. The long-peckered Bey of Algiers Loved to spear chubby lads in their rears. A demon for semen, This buffersome he-man Shot the chute till it seeped from their ears. Safe From The Hurricane by Caesar, copyright 2006 $Revision: 1.6 $ $Date: 2008-03-30 16:01:04 $ Mom closed the steel re-enforced wooden door with a slam, pushing in the four bars so that it was 'secure as a bank', as dad liked to say. I watched her do this silently as Sally was opening up the box of food we had brought with us. While outside the wind and rain sounded like a battle between two Greek gods. Mom whipped her hands together and turned towards me, "There - we are safe now." She wore a forced calming smile, for my benefit no doubt - always the one to be the maternal mother bear to her cubs. She needn't have worried about the storm - my sister Sally and I have grown up with hurricanes nearly every spring and summer. This year's only difference was that dad had this bunker built as a refuge, a sanctuary if you will. Mom stepped past me and helped Sally with the boxes we had rushed to retrieve after getting the warning that the tropical depression had been upgraded to a full blown hurricane and it would be upon us before morning. The running joke at school is that the folks at the National Hurricane Centre choose names after their ex-wives - this one was called "Hurricane Tammi-Lee" and it promised to be a bitch. We really should be evacuating along with all our neighbours and the rest of the town but we were higher than flood waters could go and back far enough from the coast that it should be safe. In years past we would bundle up our belongings and drive out onto overly busy roads to go to grandma's house. I remember these as scary rushed affairs, our parents trying to act brave for my sister and I. Every time we returned from these evacuations, our home had considerable damage - mother would be crying, dad angry and somber. This year would be different, dad had sworn - we would be prepared. He had promised that we would not have to get into the bumper to bumper traffic, since three people died through mishap on the roads last year - thus the cement re-enforced underground bunker was built. Now that Dad's theory was to be tested, the hurricane was going to strike while he was on the road for work - leaving his family alone with but a hypothesis. "Gary, come fold out these cots will you?" "Sure mom." Old army surplus stuff that dad had gotten for a song, as he liked to say. Not very comfortable, but it would allow us to sleep off the smooth cement floor. Mom, I saw was starting the kerosene space heater - it can get cold down here, even without the hurricane winds just out of those doors. Sally had nothing to do and was starting to look scared. At that very second, someone knocked on our steel-re-enforced wooden door loud enough to make us jump. All three of us froze after our initial surprise, our heads turning towards the door. My first thought was that dad had made it home. I looked to see mom frowning and my sister looking like she had seen a ghost. By their features I too realized that this could not be dad - he was simply too far away. Another loud knock echoed through our cement cell and mom called out, slowly stepping towards the single door to our bunker, "Hello? Ron?" Evidently she thought it could be dad too - or perhaps prayed it was, but I could tell that she didn't believe it either. Through the howl of the wind outside we heard a very tiny voice shouting, "Please help... hurt...!" Sally looked surprised at the sound of the voice, almost glad that it wasn't some kind of apparition, "Maybe we should let them in mom?" Mom looked nervously at me, her fear no longer masked, dad had always told us that once that door was closed it had to stay closed until the storm passed us by. He never wanted to scare me so he just said that there was not enough room for other people in the little bunker. I think he feared more than that, but for the life of me I had no idea what he meant. "Hello?" Mom seemed indecisive, looking at Sally now. It sounded intense up there - worse than when we fought to bring our few belongings from the house, fighting the winds that threatened to trip us off our feet. Another knock, more desperate this time, "... my daughter... hurt...!" Mom, being the devoted parent decided, I saw it in her face just before she turned and strode the few steps to the door. Each clang of the bolts being shot back sounded ominous. Mother would do anything to protect her children - could understand another parent doing the same and felt the natural inclination to help. It was one of her strengths - and perhaps a weakness. The door swung violently out, the wind controlling it - something about pressure differences dad tried to explain once, but I had not been really listening. A man, soaking, and looking miserable stepped in abruptly, mom stepping back in surprise, her eyes looking past him, around him. I knew she was not looking at the storm in the blackness behind the man but for the daughter that the man had shouted out was hurt. I was a little surprised too - he was alone. Mother stood there as the man fought with the door - closing it after a fight, his large hands shoving home each bolt before taking a deep breath and turning towards us. I think it was at that moment that I knew letting him into our sanctuary had been a mistake. When he pushed the hood of his slicker off his head to show his face, my sister hissed in fear behind me. It was not that he looked scary - but he did look a little wild, with a week old beard, wet flesh and hair, and the brass hoop through his nose. Or perhaps it was the smirk he gave the three of us - it contained something almost evil as he surveyed us. Mother crossed her arms, "Your daughter is hurt?" I could tell that she was nervous as well - but hiding it. Wanting to believe the earlier lie. The man seemed to not hear, unzipping and opening his soaking jacket before reaching in. "This is my daughter." He pulls out a large calibre revolver and aims it right at my mother's face. No sound except what was happening outside the doors. But I knew the biggest danger was now inside our bunker rather than out - and we had let it in. That evil smile widened. "You have a nice cozy place here lady." He then jerked the gun towards my sister, "Your name girl?" Sally shrieked behind me from being threatened for the first time in her life with a gun before mumbling out, "Sally." "'Sally',", said the scary man as if testing the name, "what is your mother and brother's names?" Sally gasped out, "Sharon and Gary." I have never heard her sound so scared before. The man nodded before turning the gun back towards mom, who was also looking scared. "We don't have anything valuable here - please just leave!" Mom was trembling. The man nodded and chuckled, "I think you have plenty I want here Sharon." He emphasized 'you'. A violent shiver ran through mom and I was too young, too naive, to realize why. "Besides, a person is liable to get killed out there." He chuckled at his own joke - obviously, the threat of someone liable to get killed in here too. I felt the blood drain from my face and felt dizzy with growing fear. "How old are your kids Sharon?" Mom swallowed loudly before answering, "Gary is fifteen and his sister is a year younger." His eyes moved back to my sister, "Nice" he hissed lecherously. Mom stepped quickly into his view, blocking her daughter from his sight. "My husband, he will be back at any moment." It was a lie of course and I thought it a damned good one on such short notice - I was nearly petrified with fear. The man just grinned out one side of his face, "I don't think so Sharon. Half the town has disappeared or has blown to the ground already from the wind - the other half is under water. If you really are married - he isn't home tonight so its just the four of us in this nice safe cozy hole in the ground." Sally began to loudly sob now. The man waved his gun and off handedly ordered, "All of you... go sit on that cot." He watched us comply, mom trying to smile bravely for us but failing - she took my sister's shoulders around one arm and sat with her. I sat next to my sister, watching the man. As he removed his wet outer clothing, I realized that this man was obviously a guy outside our normal crowd. Ripped dirty jeans, muscle shirt, tattoos up both arms all telling me that this guy was trouble. He hadn't stopped at his outer clothing either - but kept taking stuff off until he stood in his ripped jeans and nothing else. He ignored us and strode over to the heater and shivered above it, obviously enjoying the heat. Mother and I sat glaring at him, my sister sobbing into her hands in fear. When he turned back to us it was mother that spoke first, "Don't do this okay? We can all just sit quietly until the storm is over and no one will ever know you were here." The man stepped closer to us, starring from my sister back to my mother - ignoring me - the gun rubbing lewdly outside of his jeans, right about where his penis would be. "Listen Sharon - you and your kids do everything I say and then when I leave tomorrow, no one gets hurt okay?" He was smirking again - in control and he knew it. As he stepped up to us, a reach away, he moved the point of his gun from his crotch to moms chest - pressing it into her tee-shirt, making a valley between her breasts. Sally had finally lifted her face, to stare in horror at the gun in mom's chest. I could not help but do the same - it dawning on me what mom and the guy had been talking about all this time, what threat my sister and mother were under. Suddenly, death did not seem to be the worst of threats in our little cement world. Mom's face was white with fear but she forced herself to slowly speak, "Leave my kids alone and I will make you happy okay?" Mom nodded to the side of the cement bunker, "We can do whatever you want over there?" A stack of boxes and a thin metal shelving unit split the long rectangular bunker into almost a third, giving it a location for the illusion of privacy. Sally was sobbing again while I starred at mom in horror, realizing what was being bartered. What about dad? For a full minute the gun moved around mom's chest, almost as if it were checking the dimensions of those round globes mother had, before the man suddenly stepped back and said in almost a bored voice, "Okay. Stand up 'mom'." Mom had to pry Sally's hands away from her, pushing my sister into my arms, looking at me almost sternly. The message was clear - be strong, take care of your sister. Sally seemed to melt into my side, her own hands coming up to grasp me desperately in a hug. Mom then swallowed thickly, took a deep breath and stood up from the cot. It felt as if she were leaving us forever and my heart was threatening to break, tears of my own coming to my eyes. The guy just stood facing mom for another long minute before he ordered, "Strip." Mom nodded again to the wall of boxes suggestively. He growled, "I said strip!" The gun came up and the guy sneered with impatience. It felt like the rest of the world had deserted us - our small cement sanctuary had turned into a jail cell. Mom surprised me by looking over her shoulder directly into my eyes, looking sad rather than the expected fear. Then she turned back to our tormentor and began to strip. He stood watching, waiting. Sally's eyes rose from my shoulder, her hands whipping the tears from her cheeks to see our mother humiliated. I watched in silence as mother's clothing slowly made a pile by her feet until she stood with her back facing me completely naked. My tears had tried up suddenly and my heart was beating to a different rhythm as I looked on the first bare female of my life - abet, from the back. Unwillingly, my eyes were drawn to the hourglass soft round flesh of my own parents ass a meter before me. Not once did I even contemplate closing my eyes or turning away. "Nice Sharon. How old are you?" "I am forty one." The guy was smiling now, evilly, as he stepped directly in front of my mom. She stood almost as if frozen in place, looking straight ahead, hands to her sides. One hand rose and moved around mother's torso, hidden from my view, but I knew he was touching her there - on her chest, the edges of the soft globes visible about her sides. Mother's wide pale round buttocks clenched and unclenched randomly. The hand slipped lower and mother suddenly gasped as if in surprise, the guy's smirk widened. "I bet the old man likes to give it to you as often as he can huh?" Mother stayed silent, her thighs beginning to tremble and she was starting to sway as if in a wind, the hand still below her waist, moving only a little. In the silence of our prison, the horror of outside was almost background music to this hell, we all heard mother's small moan. At the same time I noticed that her big soft ass had clenched and her hips moved slightly forwards in a single jerking motion. She whimpered suddenly, "Behind the boxes?" Mom was begging. The guy slowly nodded, obviously enjoying this. "Okay, have it your way. But you crawl back there on your knees." He had relented, but obviously on his own terms. Mom's shoulders stiffened for a second. The man stepped back, bringing one glistening finger up to his nose, sniffing absently. Mom dropped to her knees and then her hands and began to crawl around the cot my sister and I sat on, towards the divider a few meters away. My eyes, I will admit with embarrassment, watched every slow movement of my parent. The way her pale skin looked, her arms and thighs trembling, the large breasts hanging and moving in an indescribable dance as she crawled - but it was her reddened face, her trembling lower lip and the way she completely ignored Sally and I as she crawled that really intrigued me. Sally sat starring at the bare cement floor at our feet while the man and I watched until mother crawled all the way around out of sight behind some boxes and chests. Mom's large white ass moving almost hypnotically, the darkness of her female fur sprouting from between her thighs, a shadow hinting of her bum hole between those large bottom cheeks, and of course the pink glistening petals of her vagina. The sight forever burned into my memory. The guy chuckled and shook his head then looked at me as I turned to face him once again. "Trust me Gary, she is going to enjoy herself." He then strode past Sally and I with but a half hearted, "If I hear you or your sister move from that cot, your mother dies." Sally sobbed, I heard my mom from out of sight, gasped, hearing what we had heard. Then he was gone as well, meters away and out of sight. Nothing for several seconds then a zipper and then wet clothing - the only garment on both of them was his pants and I felt sick. The command that came next sounded as if it were right next to us - reminding me how close they were, how it was impossible for that temporary wall to really hide what was going on from us. "Suck it slut." Sally stiffened in my arms, her eyes how pressed into my neck. Did she fear that she was next? I supposed if the guy wanted too, there was nothing to stop him. Mother had sacrificed herself to save us - but would it really work? The evil bastard moaned slightly and I realized that his last command was being obeyed. My heart was thumping so hard it hurt. My sister was breathing heavily in my arms as well, her hands holding me almost desperately. I fought the image of my mother on her knees, sucking...! "Enough! You don't get it that easy Sharon. Lay on your back over those chests." Mom and dad went to garage and estate sales every weekend, half the materials for this bunker came from their excursions. Mom loved old chests, stuffing whatever she could into them - we had so many in our house, that to make more room in the basement, dad had moved a couple dozen into here. I knew that they were now being used as a bed. Some movement, the screech of a wooden chest on cement and then an evil chuckle, "I knew you were enjoying this you old fat slut." I thought mother would protest at this condemning statement but instead I heard her gasp sharply and then let out a long guttural sigh. The sounds from behind us were unmistakable. I may not understand the details of what was being done, I knew the general idea. The sounds of flesh on flesh, with accompanying sloppy sounds, mother gasping and moaning, the wooden chest jerking on the cement - my mom was getting fucked. She was getting louder if that was possible and I heard his heavy breathing as well. How long has it been since the stranger had entered into our lives? How long has he been fucking my mother? It went on forever. During this my sister had not moved, breathing so heavy that she practically panted, but other than that, nothing. I was trembling though - from emotions that I did not want to confront. "That's it - pull on those big nipples Sharon!" I swallowed thickly as my sisters arms tightening. In my mind I could see the dark brown nipple swaying beneath those breasts as my mother crawled to her doom. The sloppy sound quickly became louder. The slapping almost violent. I wanted to believe that mothers moans were from fear, from pain even - but I was kidding myself, she was getting fucked and she enjoyed it. How could she like what that monster was doing to her? Then mother let out a sharp gasp, a squeal that rose in volume until she screamed violently so that my ears rung. Only then did I hear his animal-like groan - the sloppy slapping sounds had stopped. Then nothing but heavy breath - my sisters and mine as well as my mother and the man. A sharp slap - a hand on flesh - jerked me in my place, "Obviously your old man isn't doing his job?" Mom gasped in defence as if she were dry of mouth, "He's been busy." An evil chuckle, "When was the last time the old man gave you a come like that huh?" Nothing but silence as a response. I knew Sally had been listening as intently as I, unable to do anything but be witness to things no child should know about a parent. "Gary, bring your sister back here." Sally and I looked at each other, we were now part of this demented play and stood at the same time. Mom sacrificed herself for us - was it enough? Was there something I could do to save them? Sally went before me and gasped when she went around the boxes, I froze almost in mid step as soon as I saw my mother laying exhausted on the two chests. Her voluptuous pale flesh was slick with sweat, her large breasts hanging to either side of her chest, her knees were bent and her thighs wide allowing me to see the matted dark pubic hair, the abundant juices and the pink flower beneath. Mother's eyes were closed, as if she did not seem to realize her two children were looking on the obvious evidence of her physical debauchery. The man had been right - she had enjoyed herself! If the sounds could not be believed, the sight before me was enough proof. It felt I had never known this woman before this moment - not understanding her until now. I looked beside me to my sister and saw that she was looking from our mother to the naked man standing almost between our mother's wide knees - the long slimy wet penis hanging softly down between his legs. I looked up from that penis that had only recently been inside my mother to a grinning face looking at me. "Listen here Gary - the older cunts really know how to enjoy themselves." He laughed at his own statement. Sally did not even seem to hear. My eyes moved back to my mom - she had been a good 'fuck' hadn't she? It certainly sure sounded like it. Mother's eyes slowly opened and immediately found my own, we looked at each other for several pregnant seconds before she closed hers again and turned her head away from my sister and I. Was she feeling humiliated at her only son witnessing her like this? "Do you want a piece?" Starring at my naked mother I thought I had misunderstood - but when I saw my mom stiffen in her position in response I knew I had heard right. I looked up at the man, hopping my face showed disgust and not the surprised uncontrolled interest I felt. He reached out and rubbing a dirty hand up and down mom's soft fleshy thigh - she had not relaxed since his offer. I felt Sally's incredible look out the corner of my eyes, starring at me - silently screaming for me to say 'no'. He nodded below my belt and I felt shame turn my face red, "Tell me she doesn't turn you on boy?" I was mute, my eyes locked to the naked flesh of my mother - the first woman I had ever seen naked I should remind you. He changed tactics, "How old are you Gary?" I took this chance to change the conversation, fearing the other path and emotions that were boiling within me, "I'm fifteen." He chuckled gently, "Still a virgin right?" I felt nothing but shame and finally tore my eyes from my mother, starring at the cement by my feet. "Listen - I lost mine when I was twelve. My mom and I used to do it every night after my dad went to sleep. She had a big ass and tits like your mom. Really knew how to use them too!" Sally was starring at me still, silent and unreadable. A sharp slap, "Open your eyes and look at me Sharon." I looked up to see them sharing a look - hers full of hatred and his amusement. "Your son is going to loose his virginity tonight - your choice, your daughter or you?" Both Sally and I jerked in response while my mother half spit her disgust, "You bastard." The guy simply shrugged and grinned widely. And then it hit me - what he had just said was going to happen to me! Now, you must remember that I was a teenager - a virgin teenager. What does every guy my age think about constantly - sex. What did it feel like? Was my world going to change? Did we place who the recipient of our lust would be over the simple act of losing our cherry? Of course not - we simply wanted to get rid of 'it' as fast possible and who happened to be a partner of our lust was really secondary to the act itself. I then looked at my sister Sally, and saw that her face was looking at our mother with barely contained hate, which confused me. "You agreed that it wasn't going to be like this? I said I would do anything you wanted?" Mother sounded angry - the sort of angry I rarely saw from her in all the years that I could recall. She was normally so in control - the parent. The man chuckled one final time and responded coldly, "I never said any such thing - you did. I said if all of you did what I told you too, I will leave tomorrow morning and no one gets hurt." Mother sobbed once and then moved her eyes slowly from our tormentor to me. I saw that she quickly looked down below my belt - seeing what the man had seen just minutes earlier, my humiliation. I was hard. Her eyes were unreadable. The throbbing beneath my clothing unmistakable. It was Sally that broke the thick silence, "No mother! No!" Mom moved her eyes to her daughter, softening. Both the naked man and I looked from mother to daughter, realizing that something was being communicated without a word. He seemed to come to realization while I just stood confusion surpassing my other emotions. "I think Sally wants to have sex with her brother 'mom'?" My eyes jerked to my sister to see her face turn a bright red, her eyes looking at me quickly before turning towards the floor. Mother quickly countered, "She is just a confused fourteen year-old - she doesn't know what she wants!" Sally rose her blazing eyes to glare at our mother. The man spoke gently, "You love him don't you Sally?" My sister looked at the man who stood naked before her, still between our mother's spread naked legs and nodded. I stumbled back a step. Years of memories hit me like a bat hits a baseball - the wide-eyed girl always following me around, sobbing in misery to be excluded, wanting to be a part of my life while I just wanted her to stop bugging me. Mother spoke rapidly, ignoring me and looking from daughter to her recent lover, "She idolizes him, nothing else. She is like every girl her age, a romantic fool. She can't love her own brother - its just not possible!" Mother's voice rose to almost a yell, "I will do it you bastard! Is that what you wanted to hear - I will make love to my own son!" It suddenly became silent - the sounds of the gods battling outside our self-imposed cell seemed as if laughter to the play unfolding on our little stage. The man spoke calmly - obviously enjoying this little stalemate, "Sally? How badly do you want to have sex with your brother instead of it being your mom?" My breathing came almost painful, my eyes having given up trying to read my mother or my sister and was either starring at the man or the cement wall behind him. Almost a screech, "I hate you mother!" She calmed herself considerably then responded to the question at hand, "I will do anything you want." "No Sally, not like this." Her daughter simply ignored her, as did the man. Only I turned my eyes to my mother - realizing that she was fighting for the chance to have sex with me instead of my own sister. It was not a credible position I found ourselves in. The man calmly asked, "Anything?" Sally did not hesitate, nodding affirmatively, squaring her shoulders as if ready to do 'anything' that very second to be with her older brother. Mother seemed to be on the verge of tears - her physically exposed position an obvious bane to her growing humiliation. The man then chuckled, the evil sound that I have almost become immune too, "That include having sex with your own mother?" All three sets of eyes, including my own, shot towards the man who had played us like the puppets we were. "With my mother?" Sally seemed surprised, almost disgusted. Matter a fact, "Of course. Have sex with your mom and then you and Gary can be together." Mom was nodding her head from side to side, but no one but me caught it but me. I am not sure what to expect but my mother looked almost disappointed. What the hell did that signify? Best not to read into it. "I will do it." I hissed in surprise. I thought this was the one thing she would never be able to do - having heard in her voice her hate of our mother like I had never envisioned. Oh sure, they fought frequently these last years - but nothing too nasty, and it was normally dad that kept the piece between them. How had we ended up here - like this. My sister had just agreed to have sex with my mother so she could have sex with me! I mean, I could not even contemplate how my sister could have sex with my mom - physically I mean. And that Sally wanted me so strongly that she would do this vile act! I expected mom to voice her disgust, her anger, attempt anything to stop this evil path. But what could she do but offer herself - was that any less evil? And why was my penis so hard it hurt? Did it not realize this was wrong? "Take your clothing off Sally." It was spoken by a person who knew there would be no disagreement received and the two sets of male eyes looked upon the thin fourteen year-old as she calmly began to expose herself. I will come clean and admit that I have noticed my voluptuous mother and my thin adolescent sister around my home. But hell, I noticed any woman of any age or race that I came in contact with since my voice began to deepen. I've looked upon mother's cleavage and the way her ass seemed to dance as she walked - I have also looked at my athletic tanned bottle-blond younger sister. Never once did those looks take it further than the appraisal of feminine bodies. Once I even snuck a look up grandma's skirt as she sat at our supper table, the rest of the family eating. Never would I have admitted this to anyone - but then again, never would I have thought it amounted to anything. My sister revealed an early pubescent body - tiny, thin with just the hint of the feminine curves to come. She was so unlike our mother in body that it was a sharp contrast that I could not help but enjoy the juxtaposition - perky firm cones for breasts topped by puffy pink nipples, smooth lithe lines for hips and waist, nearly hairless between her legs. She was strong of body, her muscles obvious when she moved, years of sports having the appropriate result. She was also dark in colour, at least in contrast to mother and I, taking after father's naturally tanned looks. With her long thick fake-blond hair, she was delicious. "Sharon, I'm starting to envy you." That laugh - I hated it! No one else seemed to hear him but I. Sally stood looking at the man, waiting without any visible emotion for the checkered flag that told her to start having sex with our mom. It was just too strange to be true. I could never have believed this tale if I had read it on the Internet. I expected the vile man to tell her exactly what to do - instead it was Sally that started this new scene by stepping towards our mother. Feeling almost dizzy I watched as she reached out and slowly fondled one large white breast - her fingers moving to tease the fat brown nipples - it quickly reacted by getting tighter, thrusting out and wrinkling at its base. Mother swallowed loudly and turned to stare blankly at the wall. Sally looked at the man and said in a calm voice, "What should I do - I've never done this before?" How could she - she was only fourteen right? What added to this surreal scene was that she was so calm - no tears, no fear apparent. I realized that it may be because this was the one step she needed to complete before she could be with me in the biblical sense. It was strange, I was the chest of gold at the end of her rainbow and I had never even guessed. And she was just a naive romantic fool at heart - was this scene just another in her book of romance, the vile act needed to prove her love for me? Stupid right - at least to me and you, but to a fourteen year-old girl? The man took her hand and gently pulled her between our mother's still spread thighs. "Sharon can skip the foreplay, you will find her more than ready for you girl." I stole a look up at moms face, still facing the wall. Silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Sally did not need further urging and leaned over before the man, her slim tight bottom pressing into his thigh, bringing her face before our mother's still wet sex. "No Sally...!" That squeak came from me. My sisters eyes turned slowly towards me, blinking twice before she said, "I do this for you Gary. I love you. I have always loved you. There is nothing I wouldn't do to be with you." Then, in calm slow movements, my sister Sally turned towards our mother's spread loins, opened her mouth and slipped her tongue out. I watched my sister's tongue disappear into the pink wet folds of my mother and it was the most erotic sight of my entire life. I stumbled back another step and tripped to land onto another chest behind me. My eyes, though, never blinked - as I did not want to miss anything. Mother gasped suddenly and her face turned towards me, eyes clenched tight, as her back arched off the chests beneath her. The man chuckled and I saw his hand stroking my sisters thin raised bottom, fingers frequently disappearing between her thighs. He saw my glare, "Better than fantasy isn't it Gary?" I could not answer and turned my head back to my sister and my mother in shame. They were doing this because of me and I felt humiliated. My sister was licking with long smooth strokes from low down between our mother's thighs to the top of her cleft. The abundant moisture I saw there was not only my own mother's excitement but also that bastards sperm that he had undoubtedly pumped my mom full of. Again mother moaned and arched her back, her strong thick calf muscles bunching up as her toes lifted off the cement floor so that they rose above my sisters head. Another evil chuckle that I tried to ignore unsuccessfully. "Come here girl." The man pulled Sally's wet dripping face away from our mother's sex and brought it to his renewed penis - it looking large pink and threatening. For the first time my sister showed emotion since removing her clothing, and tried to turn her head away in disgust. "You will do this Sally, or our deal is off!" My sister clenched her eyes and did not move her face to the side when the blunt crown of the penis bumped into her lips - her mouth opening slowly to allow it entrance. The hard penis entered into my sisters small mouth and her cheeks puffed as if full - she immediately gagged when it was just over half ways inside her. The man pulled from her lips and pushed her back between our mother's pale fleshy thighs with disgusted frustration written upon his features. Sally returned willingly to licking at our mother's sex, even bring her fingers up to spread those fat outer lips to give herself better access. My view was superb - and I knew my fantasies would forever relive this night again and again. The man looked at me in amusement, "Your sister could take some lessons from her mother about sucking cock." He was the only one laughing. At least his laughter was safer than his disappointment - what was he liable to do if angry? With her legs jerking in the air, he was able to easily grasp mother's ankles, raising them further, pressing them back until her knees fought against her large breasts for space. With his half hard penis pressed into my sisters tiny tanned bottom he was looking down from above at her work. "That's it Sally - lower... no, lower still... now, push your tongue in!" The guy looked back at me in delight, mom gasping as if unable to breath, "Sally has her tongue up your mother's ass Gary." His eyes returning to the encounter below him - I pushed myself back up to a standing position and stretched my neck to see better. Lower down, impossible to tell, I saw Sally moving her face in and out, her tongue hardened and pointed from her lips - moving fluidly within our mother. Mom was really getting into it now - her upper body moving round as if she were delirious with fever. "Now go back and push it into her cunt... deep Sally... how does that come-flavoured cunt taste girl?" The laughter was as evil as it had ever been. From my new perch I could see my sister's tongue move in and out of the dripping wet pink folds, the meaty hairy outer lips pulled aside by her fingers. What was on my sisters mind? Not disgust, I guessed, as she really seemed, if not enjoying herself, then intensely concentrated on the task at hand. The guy finally moved - allowing me to loose some of my apprehension from the position he had been relative to my sister. The guy went around the two chests and mother's prone body and pulled her face before shoving his cock into her mouth. Mom simply opened her mouth and sucked so that her cheeks hollowed - her eyes still clenched closed, her back still dancing from the licking her daughter was giving her. She even began to moan with pleasure at the action she was receiving from both ends. That woman on the chests no longer resembled the woman that I had been born too! With thin hips pumping smoothly back and forth, mother's mouth kept up effortlessly, the man turned his head back towards me, "Every girl is a slut boy - but the older ones really know how to enjoy a cock." I noticed my sister had looked up between my mothers raised legs, past that furry dark nest and sweaty pale flesh, to watch the cock move in and out of our mother's mouth. In doing so, I noticed that her tongue had moved higher - teasing and tormenting the enlarged clitoris at the top of that pink wet flower. Within seconds of my realization mother squealed around her mouthful of cock and began to jerked beneath her daughters tongue. I was watching my mother climax and it was simply amazing! Then, all too swiftly, it was over, my mother's legs having fallen and my sister sitting back with her face dripping with the combined juices and saliva of her work, the monster had pulled his hard cock out of mother's mouth and clapped his hands in appreciation of the show so far. My heart reminded me that this night was far from over - I was the only one clothed, and this last scene was about who I would next be with. He nodded to my sister, "He is yours Sally", his eyes turning to wink in my direction as if we were partners in this little crime. Sally smiled triumphantly, her eyes moving to me, to the bulge in my crotch. I noticed out the corner of my eye that even mother had turned to watch her children with an expression that was unreadable. My sister stood and strode the few steps to me, our eyes never leaving the other. I must say that at this time of the evening I was trembling with desires - emotions that I had never felt before - images that I would never be able to erase. Her arms came up to encircle my neck, pulling my head down to her lips. I came willingly - noticing how warm and full those lips were before I realized how wet, what that wetness included. Her dainty small tongue entered my mouth and I could not resist the image of it moving in and out of our mother rectum. I sucked it hungrily and my sister pressed her thin tiny body against my own, moaning into my mouth. Hands slid down from my neck, rushed and fumbling with my clothing, hurting until I helped, my underwear slipping down my legs with my pants - my penis popping out between us as if gasping for air. My sister groaned and moved her smooth fleshed torso up and down my penis as if doing some lewd dance and I heard my own groan of pleasure in response. Only then did my sister pull her mouth from mine, looking up intensely into my eyes, "I love you Gary - I have always loved you - and I would do anything to make you happy - anything!" My younger sister gently pushed me backwards, so that I again fell to a sitting position on a heavy chest. My eyes still locked to hers as she straddled my lap, reaching down to spread her pink perfect hairless petals and descended. It all moved in slow motion, my sister's face becoming tense just before I felt that hot moist flesh kiss the head of my penis, her face dissolving into bliss and then concentration as she forced herself lower. I felt my penis enter her body and was amazed at how tight it felt, how hot and wet. We paused at some barrier within her and she bit her bottom lip and shoved her weight down, tearing something, screaming out in pain so that my heart tore asunder to think of her hurt. "Sally?" We were seated, her flesh touching my own, my hardness fully immersed within her body. She hungrily thrust her mouth against mine - our tongues quickly finding and sparing with the other. Obviously we were two virgins so our movements were a thing of nature and not experience - she moving with her thigh muscles, up and down slowly, my hands moving around to cup her tiny hard ass to help, enjoying the touch immensely. She suddenly released my tongue and removed her lips from mine - she gasped my head in both hands and then shoved it lower, pressing my mouth to her puffy adolescent nipples. I sucked what was offered - enjoying this new pleasure intensely. I felt the pressure growing within me, felt the magnitude of the moment, my passion rapidly gaining towards that almost-familiar summit. My sister seemed be going up her own mountain towards the peak - her body dancing above my own, even the muscles inside her sex moving possessively upon my hardness. She pressed her lips to my ear and gasped frantically, "Hurry brother dear - come inside me - make me yours forever!" The gates began to bulge under the pressure of the besiegers, my sister suddenly freezing above me, a high pitch squeal escaping her throat. Then I began to pump my seed into my own sibling, my cock jerking uncontrollably inside that tight perfect channel - it feeling as if fingers were milking me expertly all the while Sally screamed and gasped out in her own explosion. It was a thing of beauty and I shall never forget it! Then I heard the sounds of fury from outside the bunker and reality set in - the tiny body seemingly light and smaller than usual, her flesh hot and sweaty. My sister was looking into my eyes intensely, as if searching for something and fearing she may find it. I saw my mother still laying upon the chests, he standing above her, his hand moving between her thighs as she pumped her hips lewdly. Had mother enjoyed the show I thought coldly? My penis was deflating but my sister stayed on her perch above me, her mouth once again moving to whisper in my ear, "I want you inside me forever my brother my love!" Mother had been right - Sally was a romantic. But so what, I loved her, loved what we had just done. My god, I realized with selfish joy, I was not even a virgin any longer! A slap jerked me to the present and I looked at the man smirking - probably proud of the orgy of incest he had conjured within my family. "Sharon - why don't you and Sally go make us guys something to eat okay? I think we need to regain our strength." He laughed as the two women of my family moved nervously from behind the wall of boxes - effectively leaving us alone. Silently they moved around, one lighting the kerosene stove, the other probably retrieving some food to warm up. I could almost feel how tense it was between mother and daughter - but no longer feeling sorry for them. I was part of this, an unwilling participant perhaps, but still a part of it. We all were. How could I ever look across a dinner table again and look at my mother and not think of her wiggling around in pleasure as she sucked another man while her own daughter had licked her to orgasm? "Enjoy that Gary?" What else could I do, I nodded. I had enjoyed it - very much. Better than any fantasy I had created in my head - better even than the tales in the locker room from the other guys after gym. "There will be more fun later." I could not meet his eyes, feeling embarrassed but glad. "This is how its supposed to be right? The women doing anything to make their men happy." I was acutely aware that mom and Sally could hear everything that was going on behind our cardboard wall. "I have something special planned after we eat that I know you are going to enjoy!" His laughter echoed into oblivion as I allowed myself to become lost in the memory of having sex with my very own sister. Mom passed me a plate of steaming hot beans, a slice of bread and a mug of hot tea, bringing me out of my memories. Sally did the same for the man who sat on the bed made out of chests. The girls disappeared and reappeared in seconds with their own food. They sat on the floor between us, all of us eating in silence - neither mother or my sister looking up from their plate. It was while I ate that I realized that I had not seen the guys gun since he had disappeared for the first time with mother. Why had I been so blind - perhaps there had been a chance to overpower him, or hit him with something? But, I recalled coldly, then I would not have discovered my sisters love for me or have lost my virginity with her. Perhaps the safest course was simply to do what was demanded of me after all, he said he would leave the next day. The man was finishing up his plate of beans, sipping his tea loudly, "How large is your cup size Sharon?" Without looking up from her plate, "Double 'd'." "Ha - I knew it!" To my sister, "Were you a virgin before tonight Sally?" My sister stole a quick look at me, as I knew the answer to that question - having felt her hymen rip within her. "Yes." He chuckled, he being the only one amused, "Well, that's one less thing to worry about isn't it?" My eyes stole a glance at my silent mom. Sally had been in love with me, it was the reason why she had submitted to doing those terrible things amongst the three of us. But what about mother? I remember how our attacker had chuckled when he had first touched mother's sex, his words to suggest she was already excited - that meant she was wet right? But why? Was this some kind of kinky fantasy of hers and if it was, did that mean it involved Sally or I? I was acutely aware of something else - the smell that was thick in the small bunker but more intensely, radiating from both ladies of my family. I had smelt it intensely from my sisters face - an earthy distinct scent that I knew its source. How many son's could forever recognize the smell of their mother's sex musk - their sisters? "Sally, why don't you go clean up while the three of us have some fun." I saw mother shudder a single time - was it fear, disgust or more than likely I thought soberly, desire? Sally did as directed but she looked at me worried, looking at mother with a venomous jealously that was obvious. Slamming the plates, spoons and mugs, she threw them into a metal pan on the other side of the cardboard wall, obviously displeased at being excluded. "Stand up Sharon." She did, but with weary nervous movements. "Stand facing me and bend over at the waist." Mother did as directed, her bottom pressing out towards where I sat on my single chest. Our tormentor stood smoothly and then moved towards mother's head, roughly yanking her hair so that his cock came into contact with her lips. Mother barely hesitated, damn her, allowing his half hard cock past her lips - she began to suck with an experience I was already questioning? The guy nodded, offering me mother's raised bottom. And why the hell not? She was just a slut anyways right? I stood and glided over behind her, as if in a dream. If she didn't enjoy this, if she feared and detested the thought of her own sons touch she would have spoken up, given some sign of displeasure. My hand moved forwards and cupped upwards into the hairy hot place of my parent's loins - coming away slick, dripping with juice. I brought it up to confirm that it was my parents familiar scented juices - even tentatively tasting it, already familiar with it from my own sisters lips earlier. Not surprising my cock was already hard, I simply gasped and moved my hips forwards. As if it were meant to be, I sunk within her super hot wet folds in one push - amazed that I could feel her juices dripping down to my balls and to the fronts of my thighs. It was the sound of her moan of pleasure, the tensing of her hidden cunt muscles on my cock as well as the little movement of her hips pressing back to me that dissolved any allusions about my mothers chastity. My hands found and roughly grasped her wide soft hips - already noticing the differences from her daughter, the sloppy looseness of her cunt, the soft abundance of her flesh. The sounds as I moved my cock were as loud, perhaps louder, than earlier when she had fucked this guy who was grinning across from me - her super wet cunt slopping and sloshing about my cock as it plunged within her folds again and again. She was pressing back against me rhythmically, groaning and moaning loudly at her obvious enjoyment of our incestuous union. Then the guy pulled from her mouth and nodded for me to pause in my movements, mother looked with wild eyes over her shoulder, amazement and lust clouding her gaze. "I have something else planned Gary. Give me a second will you - you'll love it?" Of course. Hasn't everything this guy said been true? Mother whimpered in loss as I pulled from her sloppy cunt. My eyes looked down in amazement at the amount of cunt-fluid that was covering me from knee to navel. He noticed my gaze and reinforced my thoughts, "She is enjoying it huh?" I simply nodded - no longer caring. He lay down upon that two chest-bed and directed mother above him. Reluctantly she lowered herself onto his larger cock, her eyes, though, looking at me almost anxiously as I waiting with cock in hand, watching. My mother was fat, I thought angrily. Her big tits hanging down like that - her fat hips wide, her ass low and flabby, even her stomach had stretch marks and a paunch. Could she really be compared to Sally's long slim body? I recalled how her hips felt in my hands, soft and pliable - her sex much looser than her daughters but oh so wet, so sloppy and hot! Yes, and those big fat tits - I wanted some time with those udders - fucking fantastic! "Now climb up behind her Gary." He was holding her big ass in his hands, pulling apart her cheeks so that her clenching anus was exposed. Mother whimpered soundlessly - but neither the guy or myself heard or cared. Evidently, I would realize later, she knew what was coming. "Now put it in her ass!" His voice sounding like it was Christmas and he was revealing my gift for the first time. I starred down in surprise at that tiny hole as it clenched beneath me. I could see, past her anus, the fat hard cock as it stretched her meaty outer cunt lips - unmoving, waiting. Mother was looking at me still over her shoulder, her eyes looking fearful, pleading silently. I looked at her soberly and then returned to that ass. I knew guys fucked girls in the ass before, I have even read about girls that did two guys like this at the same time - but never really thought it credible, never thought to join the thought with my own mother or even to my own life. "Hurry boy!" An order. Aiming it I touched the throbbing pink head of my cock against that clenching wrinkled donut hole - my cock suddenly looking way too big for entry. Pressing slowly forwards I felt it open only enough to get half the head of my cock in - mother hissing at my entrance. God it was tight - much tighter than my sister's cunt had been, less sloppy than mother's cunt, but just as warm. Just when I thought it impossible, mother did something that would forever change my views on women as anything but cunts with legs - she jerked her hips back against the cock in her cunt even against the hands on her fat ass, just enough so that the head of my prick popped into her anus. Suddenly, with a firm thrust, I was pressing all the way into my mother's rectum. "Fuck that feels incredible Gary - can you feel me?" I was confused for a few seconds before I felt something moving beneath me, against the bottom of my hard cock. My god, I felt this guys dick against my own - probably only a thin barrier separated us. "Now fuck the shit out of this slut Gary!" He laughed even as I took two handfuls of hips and began to move in and out of that amazingly tight hole. Mother hissed out in pain, her head swinging wildly about her shoulders as she cried out with meaningless words - saliva dripping from her mouth as if she were insane. A movement from the corner of my eye revealed my naked sexy sister watching from around the edge of the boxes, one of her hands moving between her colt-like thighs. I nodded for her to approach. Almost thankfully she ran on her toes to me, wrapping her arms about my neck and again thrusting her dainty tongue into my mouth aggressively. Sally was just a slut too! Oh, certainly one of a different flavour perhaps, a stupid romantic, but her cunt still got wet at what should be impossible situations. As to reaffirm my hypothesis, I thrust my hand where she had earlier had it. I found her hairless sex hot and slippery with excitement - my finger slipped into her tiny hole and she moaned into my mouth with desire, her hips moving to fuck herself on my digit. I pulled my lips from hers, her eyes surprised. I reached down with my free hand and yanked mothers messy head of hair roughly up, stretching her high up above our attacker. "Kiss her Sally." She just blinked at me once and then moved to obey - the power of dominance flushing through my veins. Mother and daughter kissed passionately, tongues moving aggressively in and out of each others mouths. I moved my hand from the front to the back of my sister, fingering her cunt from behind - randomly withdrawing to tease her tiny little anus, considering it another hole for my future pleasure. She was humping her hips in time to my finger fuck - moaning into mothers mouth. I stretched my neck to see the bastard beneath me, feasting on mothers fat hard nipples - moving from one to the other. He really did have it bad for the older gals I thought soberly. One hand, I realized, was fondling my sisters almost non-existent tit, seemingly enjoying her puffy adolescent pink nipples. As if in slow motion I looked between the chests and the cold cement wall - the guys jeans, the gun laying forgotten upon it. Almost within reach - mostly certainly attainable before he could disengage himself from beneath my mom. All I had to do was slip out of my mom, bend over and then take control of this night - saving my mom and sister from further humiliation. I looked from the cold blue metal pistol to the soft white quivering flesh of my mothers buttocks as they moved frantically in time to the two cocks within her. In those seconds I stepped over the edge - forever changing my life - turning away from the gun and renewing my thrusting within the bowels of my own parent. Whoever this guy was had shown me a side of life that I never knew existed - and I don't just mean sex. Mother was doing this unwillingly but it was also obvious that she was enjoying it very much - take a woman, use her and she will find pleasure. My sister was another case but the same in nature - just a romantic fool with a hole to use. Almost as if it were happening to someone else, I watched the other three experience their passion. My mother came loudly and violently long before anyone else - helpless sandwiched between our attacker and her son - her passion quickly returning as we never paused in double fucking her sexy voluptuous body. My sister and the man-with-no-name came next, both probably oblivious of the others climax, both probably not even caring. I let my own mother experience one last orgasm beneath me - feeling her abused body jerk again and again through my cock. I pulled from her body, almost chuckling at the sight of her gaping red swollen rectum. All three eyes seemed to find their way to my still-hard cock as I sat back down on the single chest. My mother seemed amazed, my sister licking her lips in lust - the guy just smiling knowingly. He roughly pushed mom off him and asked me as calmly as if asking me what I wanted to eat for supper tomorrow, "Which one do you want Gary" I looked from one to the other. Mother looked exhausted, sweaty and embarrassed - her eyes stealing glances at my soiled but hard penis with something akin to animal desire. My sister could barely contain her eagerness. "I want Sally." The guy sighed, as if disappointed. He reached out to roughly slap one of mothers fat hangers, "Lets you and I go and leave these two love-birds alone Sharon." Mother's eyes watched me until she was led around the cardboard wall. Sally lunged for me passionately - her lips quickly finding my own. She climbed up and mounted me - not caring where my cock had just come from, gasping with pleasure after we were completely joined. Just another slut I thought - but such a nice tight cunny! My sister was tiny, even if her long thin limbs made her look tall, she was also light. I grasped her tiny almost-boy-like ass in both my hands as I stood up onto my feet. My sister was surprised and desperately wrapped her arms about me so as not to fall. Standing there, I lifted her up and down my cock and I watched her face roll through numerous emotions, her pleasure obvious. When she noticed me looking she gasped loudly, "I love you so much brother dear!" I loved her too - I loved her tight little fourteen year-old cunt. If the truth be told, I would have chosen my mother over Sally moments ago. I have seen something in my mother which was raunchier, sexier than my sister's adolescent knowledge and body - and I liked what I saw. The mysterious man was right - there was something sexy about an older woman, something deliciously evil. And if it was your very own mother - how kinky can you be? Can you tell me any other act that would be so fucking hot? Sally was panting into my ear desperately - and I thought how predictable she was. Though it was flattering that she could be so orgasmic, as our mother obviously was, she had to learn that my needs came first. One finger slipped between her slippery hard ass cheeks to find that tiny muscled ring. She froze until I sunk my digit to the second knuckle and then she surprised herself and began to jerk in orgasm, loudly squealing so that the sound echoed from the cement walls of our space. I lay her down onto the bed of chests, none too gently and then called out, "Can you send mother in please?" I heard his familiar evil laugh, understanding its source better than ever before. A loud slap of a hand on flesh and then, "No, crawl slut!" Mother soon came around the cardboard wall on her hands and knees, looking exhausted, spent and abused - her eyes quickly discovering my still-hard state and looking pleased never the less. With a foot I pushed her hip so that she rolled over onto her back, her eyes fearfully watching me approach. I roughly spread her soft thighs and climbed above her. Her hot overly wet cunt did not resist my plunge and mother gasped at the intrusion. I pressed myself up onto my hands, watching my own mother's face show the waves of lust, passion and conflicting emotions as her son aggressively fucked in and out of her body. It was an amazing sight, her sweaty voluptuous flesh bouncing on the cement floor beneath us, her tits wildly swimming about her chest. She allowed this fuck, how could she not, but I wasn't getting the response I wanted - needed now that I understood that even my own mother was just a cunt with legs. I stopped my violent movements and lowered myself to my elbows, our eyes locking and her head turning to the side as I moved in for a kiss. Our lips met and my tongue slipped forwards to gently explore her mouth - only then did my hips again move, slower and with long slow gliding movements this time. My cock moved almost magically back and forth inside my mother and she responded as I desired, her hands coming up to stroke my messy head of hair, to hold my face to hers, while her ankles locked behind my buttocks, her hips shoving her own cunt up to meet my down thrust. How long has it been since I got hard? She whimpered in amazement, her eyes wide with pleasure, love even. Mother removed her lips long enough to whimper, "My god... I don't believe it... not again...!" I felt her body tense, jerk beneath me in another orgasm. Every muscle in her body seemed to be quivering, her eyes fighting to stay open, wanting to continue to look into her incestuous lover's. "I want to come inside you mom?" "Oh Gary... yes... yes my love... come in mommy dearest!" Her feet were flat on the floor now, shoving her hips up to meet my thrust, grunting like an animal at each sloppy clash of out bodies. I stole a look at my sister Sally on the two chests, she was curled up on her side facing me, obviously asleep in exhaustion. Then it began - my cock jerking deep within the sloppy folds of my own mother's cunt. She whimpered in pleasure, stroking my head, kissing my lips - loving me as I emptied deep into her. Then I collapsed, my body as sweaty at her own. Her voluptuous folds warm and comforting as my eyes closed just for a moment - as I wanted more, more fucking, more wet cunts, more tight ass holes... more! I was alone on the floor when I awoke, it was my sister's face looking down from above me. She was smiling with joy - "He is gone - the storm is over as well!" With a quick sloppy kiss, my sister jumped up as only a young teenager can, and ran around the corner on her bare feet, her body again covered by the same garments she had discarded the night before. Mother's voice came from about the wall where I lay, speaking to no one in particular, "Storm must have changed directions." Upon incredibly weary limbs I pushed myself up to my feet and shuffled around the corner to see my sister bouncing with joy, my mother slipping her arms back into the bra from the night before. Her huge breasts disappeared almost reluctantly, my eyes watching almost sad at their disappearance. Sally was not even looking at our mother, rushing to the steel reinforced door to push it open to reveal the bright sunshine outside. I even heard the song of birds somewhere outside the door. Sally clapped her hands gleefully and rushed out into our backyard, disappearing from the shelter. Mother was purposefully not looking at me, I could feel the awkwardness like a physical touch between us. Taking a deep breath I strode forwards and laid my hand upon her covered ass cheek. Without turning she soberly hissed, "Stop it Gary. Your father will be home soon." She stepped forwards out of my reach before pulling her tee-shirt over her head. When she was wearing the wrinkled clothing from the night before, she looked over her shoulder at my bare crotch. "You better get dressed, your father could be home any moment." Father? How did I feel about him in all this - what was he going to say when it was explained just what happened here in this bunker had had built to protect us. Strangely, I did not care in the least how he felt - I was rather proud of my performance, of the acts I had done. I again reached for mother, this time grabbing her upper arm and pulling her around towards me. "No Gary, please!" She placed both her hands on my chest and tried to push me away, but I had wrapped mine around her waist and held her almost against me. "Its over and done!" My anger was rising - did she not recall how she acted the night before, how she had climaxed again and again, how her cunt seemed to flow with juices? You are a slut mother and you are mine! "Its never going to be over mom!" I had seen the true woman that was my own mother - had felt her climax upon my dominant manhood. No, it will never be the same again between us. Her face held a helpless fear that I took positively. My mom was just a hot loose wet cunt ready to be used! Last night had been so enlightening. She tried another angle to stop me, "What about Sally - she loves you?" I pressed mothers back against the cement wall, her head banging almost painfully in surprise. "I'll fuck her later - right now I want you." Tears were filling up her eyes but mother looked helpless. I pressed my renewed hardness into her thigh, letting her know what she does to me. She suddenly sighed at my thrust and gasped, "Your father must never know?" I could care less about dad - he was her problem now, not mine. Mom did not resist when my lips pressed against hers, in fact she moaned with pleasure and her arms wrapped about my neck as her tongue found my own. Her covered loins pressed forwards, her eyes already dry and clenched tight as she experienced a new day, a new passion between mother and her son. Suddenly she anxiously pulled her lips from my own, gasping already out of breath, "We have to hurry - he could be back at any time!" She then descended by squatting before me, her back still against the hard wall, until she was kneeling before my hard cock - starring at it intensely. "He was right mother - you are such a hot slut!" Her face frowned angrily and she opened her mouth to verbally lash me for calling her that vile name when I shoved my hips forward and mother found her mouth full of hard teenage cock. The frown immediately smoothed out and she moaned with pleasure, eyes closing and moving her head back and forth upon my cock. He was right, mom was so much better than Sally at sucking cock. Could she taste her own rectal and vaginal juices from my shaft? What about her daughters? Becoming wild with passion, I roughly shoved the back of mothers head against the wall again and began to pump wildly in and out of her face, fucking her almost violently. She was moaning loudly and when I looked down, saw one of her hands beneath the waistband of her shorts, moving between her thighs. What a fucking slut! --