Incest/Taboo Back Home for the Holidays

I nodded and told him, "Angela was next. On her birthday, she was so excited, because she knew what was going to happen. Sure enough, Mom did the same thing to her, but, this time, I helped. Mom even let me wear Felix and fuck Angela with it at one point. It was so hot."

"Damn," he breathed as he squeezed his hard cock through his slacks with his hand.

I thought about doing that for him, but I wanted to concentrate on telling him everything I should have hold him long before. I said, "Well, it wasn't long after that when I found myself blowing the high school guys in the boy's bathroom. I loved it. I went there every lunch break."

"You did?" he asked.

I said, "Yeah. I was horny but I didn't have a lot of date prospects. That was, until my reputation as a slut got around the school. Now, most of the boys just wanted a blowjob in the bathroom, but some, who maybe didn't know about the bathroom thing or how my reputation started, wanted to date me. Suddenly, I was popular; at least, with the boys.

"Jim Cruise was the first boy I ever fucked, but all of them were one-time things. My mother had taught me that men were disposable. She was still bitter about Dad, I think, and I took her outlook on men as my own.

"Anyway, one day, this guy, Stanley Johnson came in while it was just me in the bathroom. He was one of the unpopular kids. A Senior, of course, because I didn't mess with any of the boys under eighteen. Anyway, he wanted a blowjob, so, of course, I gave him one. He had a nice cock. Anyway, after he came, he handed me a twenty.

"It was such a shocking turn of events for me that I didn't go back to the boy's bathroom that whole week. When I finally did go back, things had changed. I demanded a twenty from any guy that wanted some head. To my surprise, not a single guy turned me down. I was making a hundred bucks a day, just giving head in the bathroom at lunch. Admittedly, with so much practice, I had gotten pretty fucking good at it."

John chuckled at that and declared, "You are!"

I smiled back at him, liking the fact that he wasn't mad but was, instead, aroused by my story. I said, "Anyway, after graduation, I started working in a local diner. Well, one day, Sterling Ericson, one of the most popular guys in school who had also graduated, came in with three of the other guys from school. They all knew me and I had blown them all. I felt sure they were going to say something or do something that was going to get me fired."

When I let that statement hang in the air for a bit longer than John was happy with he prompted, "What happened?"

I told him, "Well, Sterling was very polite and, as he slipped me a hundred dollar bill, he asked me to meet him in the bathroom. Well, I was torn, because I knew that he was going to want more than just a blowjob, but at the diner I was clearing a hundred a week. So, I met him in the stall. Sure enough, he wanted to fuck me. I let him. I came twice before he came. I loved it.

"It hit me all at once. It had been so obvious but it took something like that to make me realize what I needed to do. I had entered that bathroom a waitress and came out a call girl. I boldly went up the table and asked 'anyone else got a hundred on them? I'll be in the bathroom'.

"I came home with four hundred dollars just from that one table. There was no going back at that point.

"Now, all along the way, I had been telling Angela everything. I told Mom nothing. She knew about the dates, but not blowing the boys in the bathroom and certainly not about the fucking at the diner. So, when I moved my operation into a motel room, Angela asked if she could join. Now, she and I were fucking each other every night at home, but here, we would give a guy a threesome he would never forget, and charge him top dollar for the experience too. We called ourselves 'Double Trouble'."

John asked, "If the money was so good, why did you quit?"

I answered simply, "Big Z."

"Big Z?" he asked.

I nodded sadly, "Yeah, Big Z. He was a local pimp. Apparently, he caught wind of what we were doing and, one day, he showed up at the motel. We thought he was our next client, but just a bit early, so we opened the door. Well, he had a gun. He beat us both up pretty good, stole our money, and told us that if he ever caught us hooking again, he'd kill us."

He gasped and exclaimed, "Holy shit!"

I nodded and said, "Yeah. We were laid up for weeks in the hospital. I didn't think Angela would live for a while. He had broken her ribs pretty good and she was coughing up blood. But she lived and we healed. We never went back to prostitution.

"Of course, Mom found out the basics while we were in the hospital, so she insisted that we stop doing that. It was actually her idea for us to move to Denver. So, we took the money we had saved, and that Big Z hadn't stolen, and started a new life."

John asked, "Why not move to Nevada? Prostitution is legal there."

I explained, "Not in all counties and only through brothels, but yeah, I get your point. No. We had a lot of time in the hospital to think about our lives and Mom was pretty insistent that we never have sex for money again."

After a moment, he asked, "That's it?"

I smiled and told him firmly, "Yes, that's it. You know everything. I have never taken a dime for sex in Denver, I swear."

He smiled and said, "I believe you, sweetheart. It just seems so foreign to the way you were reared."

"How so?" I asked.

He told me, "Well, your Mom is this free spirit who doesn't want you to be 'under a man's thumb' or whatever, but there you are, selling your body to men."

I shook my head and said, "I didn't look at it like that. I was providing a service and getting paid for it. It was the ultimate expression of being an independent woman. Of course, Mom didn't see it that way either. But, that's how I thought about it at the time."

"And now?" he asked.

I knew this could be a slippery slope but I was through lying and keeping secrets. I told him honestly, "I guess I still do see it that way. Our clients were always nice to us. Maybe we were just lucky. If any of them had said or done anything out of line-"

I smiled and interjected, "You'd have jumped their shit!"

"Exactly!" I agreed, laughing.

He laughed with me.

I was so relieved that we could laugh about something like that together. So, again, tempting fate, I asked, "So, you're okay with this? Are we okay? I understand if you don't want to be with me because of this."

He shook his head and quickly said, "Hey, I said past is past. I mean, hookers, err, call girls are people too. Just because you used to be a prostitute doesn't mean that you're not the same sexy woman I fell in love with. I hate to think of you two laid up in those hospital beds."

I gave him a little frown and said, "You are so sweet." I leaned forward and kissed him. He was sweet; absolutely the sweetest man I had ever known.

He told me, "I have one more question, though."

I nodded and beamed a smile at him. I said, "Ask me anything. I'm an open book."

He laughed at that and then asked, "Okay. Well, you and Angela are basically sisters. Maybe, sisters with benefits, right?"

I nodded.

He asked, "You went through so much together and then you cut her off because of me?"

I shook my head and explained, "Not because of you; because she betrayed me. She sabotaged everything I was trying to do."

He nodded sagely at that for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, it seems to me, that you need to forgive her. We know she's sorry. She's proven that much." He paused for a moment and then added, "I didn't really realize how far back you two go."

"I did forgive her. Remember?" I asked. I had told her that since she was truly sorry, I forgave her. Why was he bringing this up now?

He nodded and said, "But you cut her out of your life. Don't you think that, maybe, it might be time to let her back in?"

I couldn't believe that John, of all people, was saying this to me. It's our relationship that she had tried to destroy. Of course, considering his words, I suddenly realized that he was dead on correct, as usual. We had been apart for too long. I thought about her every day and woke up dreaming about her every other night. I said, "Maybe."

"Wow," Mom said, standing down the hall at her door.

My head whipped around and looked at her. How much had she heard? I asked, "Mom? Were you eavesdropping?"

She shrugged and said, "Come on in, you two."

I stood up and extended my hand down to John.

He hesitated, looking at Kate.

"Please," Kate added.

John seemed surprised by that, as was I. He stood up and took my hand.

As we walked toward her apartment, I asked her, "How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough," she replied cryptically.

We went into the apartment and sat on the couch. John sat beside me while Kate stood in front of us, in the middle of the room, still wearing her white bathrobe.

John and I looked at each other, both a little confused as to what was happening. She thought marrying John was a bad idea but had promised to be nice to him. How much had she heard and what might that have done to her thoughts on the matter. I had hoped it was a change for the better. The way she paced for a moment in front of us told me that a change had occurred. I just didn't know if it was a good change or bad.

Finally, Kate stopped pacing and looked at us. She took a deep breath and said very slowly, pausing between nearly every word, "Look, John, I have met a lot of men in my life but for you to say what you did out there; I'm fucking impressed. You must really love my daughter."

John nodded and said, "I do!"

She took another deep breath and said, "So, I can admit when I'm wrong and I was fucking wrong. I'm a little surprised that you accepted the fact that she was a prostitute so easily. I'm even more fucking surprised that she told you."

Neither of us said anything to that. We knew that if she found out that I had been broadcasting our conversation to John, she might have changed her tune. If she thought I had taken that moment to tell him about my past, no harm done.

Kate continued, "So, for you to accept that is one thing. But, then, to suggest, out of the blue, that she should reconcile with Angela... well, that's just fucking amazing. I know that she tried to break you two up. I did too. So, look, I'm very fucking sorry about that. I did make up the text message because I really did think she was done with you. And, in case you're wondering, yes, I did give you that blowjob this morning to make a fucking point to Robin. That backfired and I'm very sorry to both of you. Now, I'm admitting to all this and asking your forgiveness because I don't want there to be any fucking animosity between us. Robin, you're my daughter. John, you are going to be my son-in-law. I can see that you're still upset with me."

John thought about that for just a moment before saying, "Well, yeah."

"What can I do, John?" she said, her eyes soft. She took a step forward, standing right in front of him, and said sexily, "I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Anything?" John asked, the familiar lilt in his voice giving away his sexual arousal.

Kate smiled at him, as she bent down in front of him, leaned forward, and softly said, "Yes, anything." With that, she reached out and directly caressed his hardening cock through his slacks.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, shocked that she would do that, but, at the same time, scolding myself for showing such obvious jealously. I needed to get that shit in check.

John shook his head and said, "No, Robin would be uncomfortable with that."

Kate stuck her bottom lip out and stood back up. "Well, what then?" she asked.

I touched John on the arm and said, "I think I'll be okay, as long as we're together." I really meant it. I was most jealous of his attraction for my mother and I knew that if I could get over that, everything else would be a breeze.

John looked at me for a moment, seeing if I was sincere or just saying that for show. Satisfied he nodded at me and then said to Kate, "Okay, Kate, I tell you what, there are a few things you could do for me."

She smiled, ran her hands down the opening of her bathrobe, pulling it aside to show a bit more cleavage and said, "Anything."

He leaned back and said, "Well, first, I want to meet Felix."

I was surprised. "What?" I blurted.

John smiled at me and repeated, "I want to meet Felix."

Kate's eyes went wide but she leaned toward John and, caressing the front of his slacks asked, "Really? Okay, you wait right there." Then she stood back up and walked away down the hall. We could both see her drop her robe to the floor, her pale skin glowing in the light as she bared herself before disappearing around the corner and down the hall.

I looked at John and asked, "What are you up to?" Did he want my mother to use Felix on him? I hadn't heard him express any interest in pegging before, but maybe he wanted to give it a try.

John chucked and said, "I am going to show your mother who's in charge around here." Then he thought about that for a moment and added, "Or, at least, get her to respect me."

I laughed and said, "Okay. Good luck with that. Though, it does seem she's sincere about wanting to smooth things over." As upset as John was, I was glad he was willing to accept Kate apology, regardless of what he made her do. She really did have it coming to her after the way she had forced him out. She had done what she thought I wanted her to do but her strong-arm tactics left a little payback in order. I was planning to help, though I had no idea what his plan was. I hoped it was a good one and that my jealousy didn't get in the way. Still, knowing my mother, getting the upper hand on her would not be easy.

He nodded and said, "We'll see. I hope so."

Kate reappeared a few minutes later. I studied her as she walked toward us. Her long flowing orange locks, which framed her pretty freckled face that looked just like mine but for an extra laugh line or two, fell all about her head and over her pale shoulders as she moved. Her freckled chest gave way to her large but perky breasts, each topped with a hard pink nipple. Her alabaster stomach was flat but for the ripple of muscle beneath. Her arms were thin and pale, her left ending with a hand on her hip and the other ending with her hand stroking Felix. The belt of her strap-on harness wrapped around her waist, just over her hips and dipped in the front below her navel to cover her mound with the base of Felix. I knew that, below Felix, two small straps ran to either side of her pussy and up across her ass cheeks. Felix was just as I remembered him, though I knew she regularly replaced him with the same model. He was seven inches long and two inches wide, translucent purple, and stood erect from Kate's groin. The glistening of Felix in the low light of the living room and the ease with which Kate stroked him told me she had already lubricated him and was ready for action.

My pussy creamed inside my bikini, growing wet at the familiar sight of my mother wearing the beautiful strap-on that was Felix. Just seeing a rampant prick, real or fake, protruding from the groin of a man or woman, always sent my pussy juices flowing, yearning to feel it inside of me.

John's eyes grew wide at the sexy sight. I don't think he was really prepared to see my mother and Felix in all of their glory. He took a deep breath, almost gasping, but didn't say anything.

Standing just a couple feet away from us, stroking steadily at Felix, Kate looked at John and asked him, "You fucking ready for this?"

John smiled but shook his head. "Not me. That's not my thing."

Kate furrowed her brow in confusion and asked, "What? I thought you wanted some fucking action."

"I do," he quickly replied. "I want to see you use Felix on Robin."

I was mildly surprised by that. How was that going to show Kate who was in charge? I knew he liked watching me but enjoyed participating more, so I figured his plan was to join us somehow after we got started. I was game with that.

Kate was really shocked. "Oh?" she asked him.

He nodded and said, "I want to watch. Pretend I'm not here for a while and show me what it's like for a mother to fuck her daughter."

"Oh shit," I whispered. His words really turned me on. For some reason I never thought of fucking Kate as incest but for him to say it that way made it really hit home. It was so taboo that it instantly turned me on that much more.

I could see the lust flare in Kate's eyes as well. She gave him a sly grin and slowly replied, "Okay. If that's what you want. You just sit back and see how Robin really likes to get fucked."

I nearly gasped. Was she trying to belittle him? That was no way to earn his forgiveness.

John seemed unfazed but I wasn't able to study him for long as Kate, my mother, bent forward and kissed me. Her lips were soft against mine and I couldn't help but fall into that kiss. This is what John wanted and I had fucked by Mom and Felix lots of times, so it was very familiar territory.

Kate's hands caressed my breasts, feeling and rolling the hard nipples through the thin material of my bikini and sarong, as her tongue gently parted my lips and stroked inside. She kissed me so softly but I could feel the passion in her, as I always could.

It had been a while and, with everything that had happened, as well as John watching beside me, it was really hitting me a little more than usual that this was my mother that I was kissing. My own mother was touching my breasts. The taboo thrill that went through me was stronger than I had anticipated; stronger than it had ever been. My pussy was so wet it was already soaking my bikini, I realized.

My mother expertly tugged at my new pretty sarong, causing it to fall away all around me. Her hands caressed down my chest across my firm full bikini clad tits and down my firm stomach, sending chills through me. Her kisses were tender, pulling back occasionally to smile at me before kissing me again.

The lust quickly built inside of me. Knowing that John was there, probably getting off on watching me kiss my own mother, added an extra thrill to the whole thing. I put one hand to the back of my mother's head and gripped her right breast firmly in my left hand. Unlike me, she was nude, her skin warm and soft under my touch. I knew she enjoyed it a little rough when she was in her dominant position and her moan into my mouth told me she liked it.

Kate's hands cupped my big firm breasts, her fingers rolling the hard nipples through the thin fabric.

Panting up into her kiss, my passion rising higher, I moaned with pleasure.

My mother reached her left hand behind my neck and pulled at the bow she found there, releasing my bikini top. She slid her hand back down, brushing the fabric down onto my stomach. She pulled her head back and gave me a little smile, before dropping her face to my chest. Her soft lips enveloped my right nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive pink bud.

As her orange locks covered my chest I moaned, "Yes, that's it, Mom. You suck my nipples so good!" I hoped John wasn't insulted but was instead turned on. Usually it would have never occurred to me that he might have taken offense, but I had recently grown more sensitive to that sort of thing.

Kate stopped for a moment and glanced up at me. She said, "Fuck! When you call me 'Mom', I feel so wicked." She looked a bit surprised. Then she smiled and said, "I like that."

I laughed at that for a moment and then squealed in surprise as she turned me away from John and laid me on my back. My right foot came to rest on John's left thigh, while my left stayed on the floor, my mom's body blocking it.

Dropping back to her knees after having turned me onto my back, she pulled aside the narrow crotch of my bikini bottoms and pressed her face between my thighs.

I moaned with pleasure as I felt my mother's breath on my pussy. Her hair caressed my inner thighs, as did her cheeks, as she pressed her mouth down over my pretty pink pussy. Her tongue lapped gently at the hard bud of my clit as she gently sucked at my pussy-flesh. She knew exactly what I liked.

John got up and moved to the other couch, much to my surprise. I looked over at him but my eyes glazed over with lust as my mother expertly ate my pussy. Whether John was angry or turned on, I couldn't tell.

Mom's hands slid up my sides and palmed my breasts, rolling the nipples in her fingers, as she continued to torture my clit with her tongue. Her lips pressed low across the opening to my fuck hole and I found myself yearning for her to get on with it and slide Felix inside of my wet dripping cunt.

My concern over John faded. I knew he had asked for this and if he had a problem with it he could say something. Still, though my concern waned, I felt a bit strange doing it in front of him knowing that he had no partner and was just sitting over there watching us; something which had never really bothered me before that day.

Mom pressed her tongue between the lips of my pussy and pressed it as deep inside of me as she was able, her hands still rolling my nipples. She moaned into my pussy, sending vibrations through my crotch which made me cream even harder into her mouth. Her breath blew warm from her nose across my stomach.

I was so turned on that the whole world disappeared for me. My eyes closed, all I could feel was her tongue inside of me, squirming and scraping against the sensitive walls of my snatch. "Yes," I hissed. "Eat my fucking cunt!"

Mom lapped her tongue inside of my cunt, rubbing against the sensitive flesh over and over. Her hands released my tits and caressed down to cup my ass, holding up to her mouth and in place so I didn't squirm away. She used her tongue inside my cunt, not like fingers that might poke and twist, or a cock that might thrust and stretch, but like a slippery snake that slithered and writhed inside of me.

"Yeah, that's it! Oh shit! Make me come, Mom!" I whined and gasped as my orgasm built quickly and finally crashed over me, bathing me in its warmth. The feel of Kate's tongue in my cunt lapping up my girl-cum before it could flow out of me made me come again, gasping and shouting in orgasm.

Mom held my ass firmly as she tasted my juices. She waited for my breathing to slow, letting me enjoy my orgasm for a moment. She then pulled up and aside, "Good?"

"Oh my god, so good," I told her emphatically, all thoughts of the fact that John was even in the room had dissolved in my orgasm.

She smiled at me, her mouth and chin wet, before rising up on her knees, her hands sliding from my ass to the backs of my pale firm thighs where she pushed my legs up until my feet were pointed at the ceiling. As she pinned my thighs down against my flat stomach, doubling me over and leaving my wet pink pussy completely exposed, Felix bobbed against my ass and thighs.

I gazed up into Kate's pretty green eyes. I knew exactly what was coming next. We had done this hundreds of times. Thing was, the last time had been so long ago that I now loved someone else more than her and I viewed this as more taboo, more wicked and sexy, than ever.

Mom reached down and gripped Felix in her fist. She rubbed him back and forth across my clit, sending tendrils of pleasure through my body, before lining him up with my fuck hole, the petals of my flower completely opened, glistening with a mixture of my fuck fluid and my mother's saliva. The look on her face was one of pure lust.

As she slowly pressed forward with her hips, stretching my pussy around Felix's head, I gasped and groaned.

Releasing Felix from her grip, Mom slid her hands up the backs of my thighs until they were right behind me knees. She leaned forward and pressed down with her hands, pinning my knees down against my shoulders and squishing my breasts under my firm thighs. Moving only her hips she rocked Felix back and forth, grinding him in an out of my clasping cunt.

"Mmm," I sighed with pleasure, loving the familiar feel of Felix inside of me. He was somewhat flexible but firm, his girth stretching me deliciously. I could feel the warmth of him and I knew that Mom kept Felix in a warmer, the better to make it feel like the real thing. It wasn't as big as John's and it didn't pulse with life, yet neither would it cum inside of me or ever deflate. We could do this all night.

After a while, as my pleasure grew, Mom began stroking me faster and harder, Felix's purple balls pressing firmly against my asshole on each sweet stroke. She released my left leg with her right hand and cupped it behind my neck, holding me in place as she rocked my body harder and harder.

"Oh, god, yes," I cooed, loving the familiar feelings. Was it as good as John? Maybe not, but she was making it a very close second. I had forgotten how good she was at using a strap-on.

Mom rose up a bit and put her left hand on my stomach. So, one hand behind my neck and the other on my stomach, she drove Felix deep into my yearning fuck-hole over and over again, driving me to higher and higher levels of pleasure.

"Jesus!" I declared, shocked at how good it felt. Had she leaned some new moves? As my orgasm approached I breathed heavier and heavier, my hands on her back as she fucked me. "Oh god, oh god, ahhh..." I cried out.

Mom didn't slow down in her fucking, but dropped the thumb of her left hand down to my clit, letting it randomly rub the little bud as she pounded my body back and forth.

I could feel Felix filling my body over and over again, my orgasm reaching its climax and crashing over me. My toes curled and the world faded away in that moment of pure pleasure.

Mom continued to stroke Felix into me as I came and then slowed to a very sexy grind after it crested.

"Fuck yes..." I groaned as the orgasm quickly faded. "God damn! Fuck yes!" I declared as I lifted myself up on my elbows to kiss her. Our tongued mingled between our open lips as I gripped her ass hard in my hands, pulling Felix deeper into me.

When my strength faltered and I relaxed back, Mom continued fucking me with Felix as I sucked at first one and then the other of her firm dangling breasts, the nipples pink and hard with excitement. Her hips rocked back and forth, driving me steadily towards my second orgasm. Satisfied at herself, she glanced over her shoulder at John and said, "Now, that's how it's done!"

I was shocked that she taunted him like that but I knew a few things. First, he had asked for this, so he should have expected something like that. Second, I couldn't see him but if he had an issue with her, he could deal with it himself. Third, Felix felt so good fucking me and I didn't want it to stop. So, I just continued lapping at my mother's tits, and running my hands up and down her back as she fucked me, my second orgasm coming closer and closer.

Kate looked down at me as she pounded me harder and harder, sensing my approaching orgasm. Hearing my moans and watching as my head fell back, weak from the pleasure, she cooed at me, "Yeah, take that fucking cock!"

"Give it to me," I called back to her as my second orgasm washed through me. "Yes, that's it!" I gasped and panted.

Her hips slowed but never stopped as she bent down and kissed me. Our tongues lingered for a long time, kissing each other passionately, Felix continually plowing and out of my pink furrow.

I was in heaven, loving the familiar feel of fucking my mother, the wicked forbidden nature of it making it that much better. Then, suddenly, I felt something on my left cheek. Opening my eyes, I saw John standing to my left, naked, his throbbing hard cock pressing its way slowly into our intimate kiss.

Mom didn't stop kissing me, her tongue delving forward and back, now around the flaring head of John's dick

As John moved his hips back and forth, driving the head of his cock from my left cheek to beyond my right, the thick shaft mostly separating our mouths from each other, I heard him groan with pleasure.

I was not upset at being interrupted and neither was Mom. We had both been to many orgies where this sort of interruption was commonplace. Besides, this was what John wanted in order to forgive my mother, so I was willing to do whatever he wanted if it would make that happen.

Mom's hips didn't slow as she steadily fucked my clasping cunt, but, at the same time, she moved her lips side to side, in unison with mine, running our mouths to the base of John's shaft and then back to the head.

I used my tongue on the underside of his shaft as we stroked his cock with our lips. I could feel Felix plunging deep into my cunt again and again as I stroked John's cock with my lips. My hands caressed Mom's back as she fucked me. I was in heaven, my orgasm slowly rising.

John groaned above me. He looked down into my eyes and I saw a twinkle there. He was really turned on and, sure enough, he couldn't help but begin flexing his hips.

Mom and I stopped moving our mouths around and held our lips steady, letting John fuck his cock between our kiss. Feeling his desire like that really got my juices flowing.

As my orgasm neared I began panting and, finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned my head aside so I didn't bite John's cock. "Fuck!" I gasped as my orgasm washed over me, Felix pounding himself deep into my spasming cunt over and over, driving me higher and higher.

"Yes!" Mom hissed above me. "Come for-" she added, her voice cut off in mid-sentence.

I didn't know what had caused her to stop talking but in that moment of orgasm, I didn't care. Felix was still stroking into me. I had no cares in the world other than that.

After a short moment heard John, his voice dripping with passion, command, "Yeah, suck it!"

As I turned my head and looked up I realized that John was standing beside the couch, instead of bend over it as he had been, and that Mom had lifted herself up to be able to suck his cock, her long orange locks swaying back and forth as she sucked his cock.

John had one hand guiding her head, but not really gripping it, as he said, "That's it, suck my cock. Come on."

Mom was not restrained by John's hand but she didn't pull back. She sucked his cock, taking almost all of it into her mouth, her lips a little over an inch from the base on each stroke.

It was so hot to see John's cock protruding from my mother's face like that. I did feel that twinge of jealousy but I was finding it easier to make that heighten the sense of taboo about the whole thing.

John began swaying his hips back and forth in rhythm to her lips stroking his cock as he looked down at her and said, "You want me to forgive you? Suck that cock, bitch!"

Mom stopped fucking me, Felix lodged deep inside of my dripping fuck hole, as she concentrated on John's cock, her hands coming up to grip his ass with one and caress his balls with the other. She was twisted to the side but all of the motion still caused Felix to slightly rock back and forth inside of me.

Then John did something I've never seen him do before. He added his other hand to his first, gripped Mom's head firmly and began thrusting his hips hard against her face. He drove himself in and out of her mouth, fucking her face hard, as he barked, "Yeah, take it down your fucking throat."

I could see Mom's throat above me as she took in John's cock. Her lips pressed against his balls on each stroke and I knew the head of John's prick was definitely delving into her throat.

I was a little concerned for my mother, but I knew that John wouldn't really injure her. I trusted him more than I trusted her, actually. Still, I had never seen him act that aggressively. While it was a little scary it was also very hot.

John held Mom's head tight to his groin for a moment, marinating his prick down her throat, before he stepped back, leaving her gasping for air. His rampant prick glinted in the light, wet with my mother's saliva.

Taking a second, I marveled at the sight of my fiancé's beautiful slick cock as it danced and pulsed with excitement.

Quickly and deliberately, John moved around to my feet and got onto the couch between my legs. Mom was still on top of me, recovering her breath with Felix lodged inside of me, when he moved forward.

Mom's eyes widened and she turned her head away from me, looking over her shoulder at John. She said, "No, wait, a little lower".

I realized in that moment that John intended to fuck Mom while she fucked me. I knew that the strap-on she wore, with its pair of straps running up her ass cheeks, left her ass crack and pussy exposed, making such a thing very possible.

John leaned forward, lust in his eyes and a slight smirk on his lips.

"Ahh..." Mom cried out. "Shit! What the fuck?"

John, breathing hard with passions, but with the calmest tone he could muster said, "Bitch, I'm going to teach you not to try to fuck me over ever again."

I knew this was it. This was the moment. If Mom really was going to accept John, she'd have to do this. For my part, I fully intended to help him. So, I cupped my mother's firm ass in my hands and pulled her cheeks apart so he could get at her asshole that much more easily.

Mom whipped her head around to look down at me with confusing in her eyes, her beautiful hair falling down all around her face. "Robin?" she asked.

What I wanted to say to her was that John wouldn't have found out my secret if it wasn't for her. Though I did conclude that thought with "You really have this coming!"

John began stroking in and out of her. Her asshole was tight and dry while his cock was thick and slick. He didn't go slow and let her get accustomed to the size of it for more than a few seconds. No, he just started fucking her ass as soon as he was able.

Kate gasped, "Oh God, he's just ramming his big cock deep up my ass. Shit that hurts!"

I could see the smile on John's face from my vantage point as he replied, "Take it, Bitch! Take my cock!"

"Oh, fuck," she groaned in reply.

My pussy purred in happiness as John's fucking of my mother caused Felix to stroke in and out of my wet cunt in unison.

John groaned, "It's so tight. Fuck!"

I felt Mom's tension start to ebb as she moaned with pleasure. My mother was used to such treatment on occasion and I knew she wouldn't be in pain for too long. I looked into John's eyes as he fucked my mother and boldly said, "That's it, baby, fuck my mother in the ass. Give it to her good!"

He grinned down at me as he stroked deeper and deeper into her and replied, "Yeah, keep that ass opened wide for me, babe. She's starting to loosen up."

"I think she likes it," I told him.

Mom groaned as she lay against me, her ass filled with John's big cock over and over. She panted, "Oh god, it does feel good. Oh shit."

John taunted her, "Yeah, you like that cock, bitch!" The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room.

Felix was being pushed deep into me on every stroke of his cock into my mother's ass, driving me closer and closer to another orgasm.

After a moment, Mom nodded and declared, "I like it." The, her breathing labored she moaned, "Oh god, oh fuck. He's going to make me come."

I smiled through my rising passion and told her, "John is the best." Then, looking up at the love-of-my-life as he brutally fucked my mother's ass, I urged, "Come on, babe. Show her what you can do. Fuck that ass!"

"Yeah," John replied as the slapping of his hips against her pale ass became even louder, driving Felix as deep into my pussy as he was driving his cock into her ass.

I gripped her tight as my orgasm neared and whispered to her, "My fiancé is fucking you."

Mom, her breath coming harder and faster replied, "Oh, yeah, I know. He's fucking my fucking ass!"

As my orgasm washed over me, Felix's pounding having finally pushed me over the edge I heard John cry out, "Oh fuck!" and I knew he was about to come. His pounding hips that drove his cock deep into Mom's ass slammed down harder and harder as he got closer and closer to orgasm.

Mom neared her own orgasm as the same time. She gasped, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna come. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Oh fuck."

Everyone groaned with passion as their orgasms washed through them. John jammed his dick deep into my mother, emptying his balls into her as she gasped and groaned uncontrollably on top of me.

My orgasm had started first and so it ended first. The weight of them on top of me would have been too much to bear if I had been on the floor but the couch make it okay. I wrapped my legs around both, my mother, and my fiancée, my feet resting on his ass, which was slightly damp from his sweat.

After a few moments, before everyone had caught their breath, John, between labored breaths, asked Mom, "Are you going to mess with me again?"

She gasped, "Oh, god. No." Then, after taking a moment to catch her breath, she turned to look at him from over her shoulder and said, "Welcome to the family, John."

John smiled at that and they kissed.
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Epilogue​

Hello? This is Angela.

Hey sis.

Robin?

Yeah. How's it going?

Pretty good, I suppose. I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Are you still with John?

Yeah. He suggested I call you.

He did?

Yeah.

Wow. Well, I'm glad you did.

Me too. John and I are getting married.

You? Really?

Yeah, believe it or not.

That's awesome. You must really be in love.

I am.

I'm so happy for you! I really am!

Really? I thought you might be upset.

I know. Look, I know I screwed up, but you're my sister. I've always loved you and I always will. I want you to be happy.

I was worried.

Don't worry about me. I know it may not seem like it, but I will always support you, no matter what!

I'm glad to hear that because John and I are getting married.

Yeah, you mentioned that.

Well, see, the thing is... I don't have a Maid of Honor yet and I was wondering if you might be able to help me with that. Will you be the Maid of Honor at my wedding?

Me?

Who else but my sister?

Oh my god, yes! I'd love to!

Yay! Awesome! I'll be back in town tomorrow. Maybe we could get together and discuss it?

Yeah! That sounds great.

Okay. See you tomorrow. Bye.

Bye.
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