Incest/Taboo Discovering My Little Sister

Suddenly Payton held my head tight, incapacitating my lips against her cunt but letting my tongue continue to aggressively swirl about her clit. Her moans turned to soft, voiceless grunts but her body began to rapidly convulse. I had her. She was cumming. I licked more forcefully, hoping to draw out the screams I could tell she was holding back. Finally she loudly gasped "Ahh!" and pushed my head away.

I stood up and asked, "Was that what you needed, baby?"

She took two deep breaths and panted "Yeah, didn't know I needed it till just now."

"Next time I'll make you scream."

"If we weren't in public, you would have." She was still out of breath but lifted herself off the counter.

I took her hand after she straightened her dress. "Well then you're not a slut like me, because I would have screamed like a demon if I had you eating me."

She laughed softly and kissed my cheek. We left the bathroom holding hands, but she released my hand as we left the hallway into the restaurant. As we got back to our seats, Joy commented "Looks like you had some fun, Pay."

Payton's cheeks were still rosy from our activity. "Just reapplying some blush," she said facetiously.

"Well it's a natural color but please don't teach me that technique," Joy teased.

"Trust me, you want this technique," Payton shot back.

Suddenly my mom grabbed my chin and gave me a quick but sensual kiss. "Didn't know they made pussy juice scent," she said to Joy.

Joy flicked her tongue out and I saw Polly's arm move towards her. "What the hell?" I hissed at my mom.

"It's fine," she said in a low voice. "I looked first and this is the most private booth in the restaurant." Then she leaned in to whisper to me. "Besides, you're the slut who can't wait through dinner to get some pussy."

She was right. My cunt ached. I didn't care if the restaurant heard me eating my best friend then saw me kissing my mom. I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed. If only I had sat on her right so I could touch her bare skin.

My mom tenderly placed her hand on mine. She knew exactly how to play my urges and emotions. How to degrade me without disrespecting me. How to arouse me but then calm me. The touch of her hand calmed me. Then she whispered again, "Now be a good slut and stop tempting us during dinner."

"Yes, Mom," I answered out loud.

I looked up to see Polly and Joy staring at Payton, all three with wide eyes of surprise. My mom broke the tension by asking Payton about her internship. We went back to our comparatively boring, though delicious, dinner.
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My mom insisted we not have dessert and said she'd like to take us somewhere. I knew we were going to the empty house, but she didn't tell us yet. My mom told me to ride with her and for Joy to follow, and Joy easily convinced Polly to ride with her and Payton to join me and my mom. By force of habit, I moved to the front seat of my mom's car. She grabbed me by the shoulder. "Only good sluts sit in the front seat," she informed me.

"But I am a good slut, Mommy," I said, not bothering to check if people were around.

"Do good sluts talk back to their mothers? I have to forgive you for eating Payton in the bathroom, that's just a slut's nature. But remember, I still have to fuck you in the ass for taking off your heels and sassing me. And we have a guest, sluts don't sit ahead of guests."

"That seems kind of cold, Linda," Payton said.

My mom turned and touched her cheek. "It's just a game we play, beautiful. And I think you'll like seeing your slutty little girlfriend lose her anal virginity to her mom." She turned back and moved past me. "Now back seat, slut."

"Yes, Mommy," I answered, and slipped behind Payton.

"So you like to get pushed around a little?" Payton asked me when we were settled.

"I'm still exploring," I answered. "Last Saturday was just so amazing, eating you guys so many times. I just like the feeling that I can eat a lot of pussy and still be a good girl."

"She's a very good girl," my mom added.

"Can I ask how many times you guys hooked up since last week?"

"Every night starting Monday," I said. "I couldn't sleep without my mommy."

"And she made her mommy cum good."

"I love this family," Payton groaned.

"Well if my daughter's lucky enough, maybe you'll marry her and be a part of it."

"Mom!"

"Do I hear a slut backtalking?" my mom asked.

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I just don't want Payton to know too much." In truth, I was more shocked that my mom would suggest I wanted to marry Payton. My mom didn't know I was questioning my sexuality, she just knew that I was lusting for Payton. The idea of marrying her had never crossed my mind, so hearing about lesbian marriage from my mother was too shocking.

"She knew enough once you took her to the bathroom earlier," my mom informed me. "Now we're here."

We pulled up to a large house, even larger than ours. My mom led us to the door, with Joy and Polly holding hands a few steps behind. Once we were inside, my mom filled the rest of us in on what was going on. "Girls," she said, "This is a house I'm about to put an offer on, and I thought it'd be a fun place for us to finish our date." She led us to the kitchen, where I immediately noticed champagne on ice. "So let's not get too drunk and damage anything. But I would like to toast to my four favorite girls in the world."

"Since when is it OK for us to have alcohol?" Polly asked as my mom poured us champagne.

"I think around the fourth time I sat on your face," my mom said sarcastically. She raised her glass. "Now girls, I want you all to know that I love you very much, Carly and Polly a little more, but Joy and Payton, you've also always been like my daughter's sisters and I love you. I hope we can meet like this many times again, but life gets complicated, so let's enjoy how special it is to have each other tonight."

We agreed, and while it was a sweet toast, I wanted my mom to keep degrading me like she had in the car. Maybe I didn't need to explore more, maybe I wanted to be a full-time slut.

"That's awful!" Polly exclaimed as she sipped her champagne.

"It's really good, Linda," Payton said to my mom. To me it was just champagne.

"It's like burning my chest!" Polly continued.

"Someone's a lightweight," Joy teased with a hand on Polly's hunched back.

"Don't worry Loll," my mom laughed, using Polly's pet name that I don't think anyone but us knew. "I brought some ice wine you'll like better."

"Ice wine?" Payton asked. "How much is this house going for?"

My mom laughed. "It helps, but we're not celebrating anything real estate, we're celebrating us and you. Now if you'd like, put on your swimsuits, I've already turned on the Jacuzzi outside, I need to tidy something up."

"No skinny dipping before you make a sale?" Joy asked.

"Trust me, it's better to have something to take off than to just jump in naked," my mom said as she walked to another room.

We changed into our swimsuits except Polly, who was, in her words, "the only dork who wore hers under." But Joy's skimpy white bikini would have been woefully uncomfortable under a dress with her huge boobs, Payton's string bikini would have shown through her tight dress, and I wasn't going to wear my string bikini under pants all day. Plus, Polly had the only one-piece, a purple suit she'd had for years. Her breasts clearly had been a lot smaller when she first got the suit.

Payton poured herself and Polly some ice wine, which Polly liked a lot more, while Joy found a red after downing the rest of Polly's champagne. We went out to the hot tub, me and Payton on one side with Joy and Polly on the other. I not-so-subtly watched Payton's ass descend into the water. The sky blue, black trimmed bikini was basically a flap over her ass, impossible to tie tight with the natural-looking brown strings. Hers was sexier than mine, but at least mine was a bright red.

As I settled into the warm water, my mom came out in a black bikini top that barely contained her tits, a short black cover-up skirt, and the most stylish, slutty 4-inch heeled sandals one could wear to a pool. The cover-up was incredibly sexy and minimally functional, just barely reaching past my mom's ass and covering hardly more than a bikini would. "Is everyone comfortable?" my mom asked. We assented. "I see you found some of the other wines I brought."

"This is good shit, Linda," Payton said.

My mom removed her cover-up then slipped out of her shoes. Her bottoms barely covered her front, they must have been a thong. My cunt cried to me to grind against her. My mom slid into the water between Payton and Polly, and I resisted the urge to wade over and hump her leg. A little part of my brain observed how ridiculously desperate I was.

"Only the best for my girls," my mom smiled once she was seated.

"You know if you were expecting something from tonight," Joy said, "You didn't have to do all this. We're still horny from last week."

My mom smiled. "I did, though. Not to get you in bed, I can bed a woman with a lot less effort. I just want you to all know how special I think this is, because someday you might think I'm a creepy old lady so at least you'll have fun being perved on."

"We don't think you're creepy," Payton said.

"For now," my mom responded.

"What do you mean you can bed a woman?" I asked.

My mom gave a short laugh. "It's not as hard as people think. You just have to know who you're talking to."

I couldn't remember my mom ever having a date, so I pressed on. "So you've done it? Like recently?"

"You know what I'm about to say."

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to," Polly recited.

My mom nodded but I continued, "I want to know the answer."

Joy stepped in. "She's trying ask if you're gay but she won't say it because I told her she was being too black-and-white."

My mom must have seen the defeated look on my face and answered, "Well I'm not gay. I used to call myself bi, but as people started to support gay marriage, I realized that was disrespectful to bi people. Bi people can love a man or a woman. The only people I can love are my daughters."

"But you would have sex with both men and women?" Payton asked.

"Yeah."

"Well I'm bi, and I wouldn't feel disrespected if you called yourself bi."

"Thank you, but you don't know what's in my head or what I've done. There isn't a category for me. The kids might say I'm aromantic and bisexual, but I say I love my daughters first and sex second."

"How did you figure that out?" Joy asked.

"You never stop figuring yourself out. But as I became more sexually active after my divorce, it just became obvious that something was different for me."

"When are you doing this?" I asked. "I don't remember the last time you had a date."

"You're sure you want the answer," my mom said. I nodded, so she took a deep breath and continued. "Mostly when I'm showing houses. 'Showing,'" she repeated with air quotes.

"Isn't that illegal?" Polly exclaimed.

"It's not illegal to sleep with a client. Using empty houses, maybe. To convince someone to buy from you, yes." Her tone changed to a sly one. "But they're always buying by their own choice."

Now Polly had a line of questioning. "Do you do it a lot? Aren't there like ethics boards and stuff? It's kind of like..." her voice trailed off.

"Prostitution? I don't care. So I fucked a client or two and they told some of their pervy friends, who wanted to fuck and also buy a house. I gave myself the life no one would give me for twenty-eight years, my oldest daughter's going to be a chemist, my youngest daughter's going to have her pick of the best colleges, and I'm going to pay for it. Call me a whore or a real estate agent, doesn't matter. I was a single mom with a useless college degree and no work experience, and I survived."

"I think that's awesome," Payton said.

"I dunno," Polly said. "It just makes me nervous."

"Well I'm very cautious. No problems in almost fifteen years. But I'm probably going to stop sleeping with clients anyway."

"Isn't getting out of the game the scariest part?" Polly asked.

My mom laughed. "I'm not a drug dealer. And I know what I'm doing."

"So you do do this a lot." Joy observed.

My mom shrugged. "When was the last time?" I asked.

"Last Friday."

Polly and I looked at each other in surprise. We fell silent for a moment. Our mom spoke up again. "I went a little crazy last week. I couldn't control myself after overhearing you on Polly's birthday. But now that we've gotten together, I just don't have any interest."

"Did you know you wanted to sleep with us, well, your daughters?" Payton asked.

"No. If someone had told me three weeks ago that I would sleep with my daughters, I would have... I don't know what I would have done to them."

"So you don't have, like, and incest thing?" Joy asked.

"Don't think so. I mean, I've roleplayed it plenty of times, it's fun, but like, I've never wanted it before. And even now, the feeling is love, not a fetish. But I know Carly has one," she said with a devilish smile towards me.

"I have one," Polly said, winking at my mom.

My mom winked back but Joy spoke up. "So how is anyone supposed to know anything if you didn't even figure this out till now?"

"What do you mean?" my mom asked.

"I think Joy's more confused than she lets on," I said. I was slightly betraying her trust, but I could tell three quick glasses of wine had her wondering about her own sexuality.

We all looked at Joy. The silent stares and the alcohol finally got her to speak up. "OK fine. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I'm gay or straight or bi or pan or even what else there is. I hook up with a lot of girls, but I'm usually drunk and I don't think about it when I'm sober."

"You don't have to be anything, Joy," my mom said.

"But I do, it's like, you know my parents. If they ever find me dating a girl, they're going to put me in a category, so I want to choose it."

"You don't choose it, Joy," my mom said. "It's who you think about, who turns your head, whom do you want to love."

Joy paused for a moment. Her voice croaked. "That's Polly."

"What?" Polly exclaimed, splashing the water as she turned to face Joy.

"I'm sorry, it's just always been Polly. In middle school all the girls started talking about boys, and I didn't get it, and I thought they were drama and trying to be grownups, then one day early in ninth grade, I came to your house, and I saw Polly, and just ever since then, it's just, in my head, it's always Polly."

Nobody seemed to know what to make of the confession, least of all Polly. But I spoke up. "I think you know what you have to do, Joy."

Joy took a deep breath and turned toward Polly. "Polly," she said, "will you go on a date with me?"

Polly looked down for a second before answering, "Joy, I really like you and it sounds fun, but I'm not ready to give up, you know, this."

"Polly," Payton scolded. "You say you like her, you've slept with her, and the girl just said she's carried your torch for six years. She's not asking to be exclusive, give her a 'yes' or 'no.'"

"And even if we do decide to be exclusive," Joy said without even a hint of her usual flair, "I think we can work something out with the ladies here. Because I'm not ready to give them up either."

Polly smiled and turned further to face Joy directly. "Then yes," she said, "I would love to go on a date with you."

Joy let out a sigh of relief. "That was way too stressful," she cried.

"Well now that we're officially dating, why don't you kiss me?"

Joy smiled at Polly and turned to a flirty tone. "Dating doesn't mean you get to boss me around."

"Keep me satisfied and it won't be a problem."

Their lips touched. The kiss started softly, like that of a new couple becoming official. Of course, they were also orgy partners looking for something more. They quickly became more passionate, sexual, their mouths moving vigorously, Joy showing all her experience and Polly showing her passion for oral. Joy used the buoyancy of the water to lift Polly onto her lap; I could tell her hand was much lower than Polly's back.

Just then my mom floated over to the two of them and put her arms around Polly from behind. Almost unconsciously, my legs opened and my hand fell on top of my bikini bottoms. As my mom began kissing Polly's neck, her hands moved up to cup her youngest daughter's breasts. "Yes Mommy," Polly whispered loud enough for me to hear. "We're naughty girls who need Mommy's supervision."

"Mommy loves her naughty daughters if we take care of her," I mumbled to myself, now fully masturbating through my swimsuit.

I felt Payton's breath on my ear. "You know," she whispered, "it might be better if you use a jet."

I turned to her. "It might be better if you do it," I whispered. "I'm a slut that needs to get off, please masturbate me while I watch my mom and sister and I'll take such good care of you."

She guided me to sit between her legs and told me, "You know I love you, Carly. I'll get you off whenever you need."

"I need it now," I moaned, as Payton's hand rubbed over my bikini again. Her other hand moved to my breast. My legs against hers heightened my sense of eroticism.

"And you already took such good care of me tonight," Payton whispered in my ear. "I'm going to think about that for a long time."

Payton's words and the sight of Joy and my mom trading deep kisses with Polly had me on edge. But I forced out a breathless reply to Payton. "I have so many more ways... I want to make you cum."

"Right now you need to cum for me," she whispered again, pinching my nipple and rubbing my sex more vigorously. I realized that her hand was under my bikini top, both my breasts were exposed. I was such a good slut, first one to lose clothing, as a slut should.

I was so close but Payton's machinations were cut off by my mom announcing, "I think we need to move to the bedroom." Polly and I both moaned our disapproval, but we were not in charge. Besides, the bedroom was just off the hot tub and had its own door to the outside.

Joy seemed to pull Polly out of the hot tub as Payton slid up from behind me. "I see the slut's already got her tits out," my mom observed.

"Sorry, Linda, that was me," Payton noted.

"You take such good care of my slut daughter. She better be giving you all you need."

I was out of the water by then and Payton put her arms around my waist. "And so much more," she cooed.

My mom made us towel off quickly so we wouldn't leave too much mess in the vacant master bedroom. "We're also going to need to get this one-piece off before we lose control," she said, pulling at the straps of Polly's swimsuit.

"We're going to have to get her some sluttier swim gear," Joy smiled.

"The way her boobs are straining to get out isn't slutty enough for you?" my mom asked. Then she turned to me. "But I do love seeing Carly in nothing but bikini bottoms."

"I want to be as slutty as my big sister," Polly whined. "Maybe Joy can get me something sexy on our date."

"Well get in that bedroom and earn it," Joy said with a push.

Polly rushed naked to the bed with Joy and my mom following, each removing their bikinis as they walked. I followed them and Payton was behind me to shut the door. Polly was already spread eagle on the bed by the time Payton was inside, with Joy climbing across to sit on her face and my mom crawling between her legs. It was almost perfect, Joy had been Polly's first kiss and mine many years before. Payton had taken each of our virginities, and now our mom would be the first to eat each of us out. I had also taken Payton's virginity but Payton took Joy's. If only Joy had ever let on how she felt about Polly.

"Why don't you eat your mom and I'll finish you off," Payton whispered to me. "Any of those look good to you?"

I turned to face her and her bikini was also off. Now I was the only one with clothing, even if only the bottoms of a string bikini. Payton gestured to the dresser where there was an array of sex toys. At least two strap-ons, several vibrators and butt plugs, and a few large dildos. "That one," I said, pointing to a thick, red dildo. "I need you to fill me."

A smile crossed over Payton's face. "Good, now be a good girl and eat your mom so that I can finish you."

I stood at the edge of the bed and tried to figure out how to eat my mom from behind. I admired the plump ass and smooth legs that I had been between so many times in the last week. My mom's body would never lose its aura for me. Then I felt Payton tap my asshole twice through my bikini bottoms with the dildo. "You can't just stare at her," she said to me. "You have to eat your mom for me to get you off."

I licked my slutty lips and lowered myself to my mom's ass. I just started sucking and licking. A good slut fucks first and figures out later, I told myself. The new mantra proved immediately true: upon feeling my lips, my mom lowered her body and raised her ass to give me easy access to her vagina. I felt my mom shudder as I got my first taste of her perfect pussy that day. Just the contact left me satisfied, but I ate eagerly knowing my mom needed the same satisfaction. And as I found my now-expert cunt licking rhythm, I felt Payton untie my bikini bottoms and tease up and down my ass crack to my pussy. I groaned into my mom's vagina. How I needed Payton to stuff me in both my holes! My mom's anus was right there in front of me too. Should I lick her there? Probe her rectum with my tongue?

The feeling of the red cock opening my pussy ended my thoughts of ass play. I could feel my walls being stretched, in one way a violation and in another exactly what I needed. I tried to keep pleasuring my mom, but the joyous pain of something so large inside me had me screaming uncontrollably. The dildo seemed to be knotting my stomach as I felt Payton stop her entry - she must have found my cervix. Suddenly I felt my pussy walls begin to pulse and I knew I was cumming. "Oh God," I yelled. "Oh God, oh God, fuck, fuck fuck FUCK!" and I collapsed face down on the bed, sliding downward and finishing with my knees on the floor and my face between my mom's calves.

"Fuck! Your sister just came and now you're making me cum!" I heard Joy shout. But I quickly ignored her throaty screams as I felt the dildo sliding out of me. I groaned to Payton, "Stay inside of me," as if unable to distinguish between a piece of plastic and my best friend.

I felt the dildo slide back up, then lifted myself on one arm and put my hand at my own entrance to hold the cock in place. I collapsed back to the floor, ignoring how uncomfortable such a movement was with an unrealistically sized penis inside me. As I slowly slid the dildo up and down, I moaned "I need your pussy, Payton."

Payton greedily sat on my face and I ravenously sucked her clit while continuing to slowly masturbate with the dildo. Joy's orgasmic passion had silenced, and I felt the floor move around me. "This little bitch starts her mother up and doesn't finish her?" came my mom's voice from above me. "Sit over there and she'll eat you while I give her a slut's punishment."

Payton immediately rose and my mom, or I presume my mom as I was in a daze looking at the ceiling, pulled the dildo out of me. I gave a short cry of pain from the quick pullout, to which my mom responded, "She's such a slut she can't handle her holes being emptied." I sat up to see her untangling a strap-on with a large dildo on one side and a much smaller one on the other. "This fat end will be your anal punishment while this small one will give Mommy her pleasure," she continued, looking straight into my eyes as they darted from the strap-on to hers. "But don't worry, I'll put that red one you like back in your pussy soon enough."

"Yesss," I groaned, falling back and rubbing my swollen clit. I couldn't wait to be double penetrated by my mom, just the thought forced me to touch myself.

"Up with you," my mom said a moment later. "Go eat your little friend. And keep that ass in the air for your punishment."

Payton was sitting against a wall, knees in the air and a devious smile to match the glimmer in her gray eyes. God she was sexy. If punishment meant going down on Payton, maybe I should be a bad slut more often. I made contact with her hairless cunt. I had missed the feel and unadulterated flavor of Payton's naked pussy. Eating my mom every night could satisfy me forever, but Payton made a great supplement. A week without her was too long, our tryst in the bathroom wasn't enough for me.

As I lusted for Payton, I felt my walls being stretched open again. I groaned into Payton's labia. "Mmm, my little girl loves this thick red cock," came my mom's voice. "Don't forget to be a good slut and finish off Payton. So cruel of you not to finish your mommy."

"It's time, Linda," said Payton between deep breaths. "Take you daughter's anal virginity, I have to see it."

I felt something press against my asshole. It must have been the strap-on. I was being split open, ripped apart like never before even though my mom was moving slowly. But the feeling wasn't pain, it was rapture. "YES!" I screamed, my head slightly lifted from Payton's crotch.

"Don't stop eating, slut!" my mom ordered.

Payton's hand pushed my head back down and I resumed my tonguework on her clit. "I know you love getting fucked," Payton softly told me, a tone of encouragement to contrast my mother's degrading commands, "but I have to get off to your sexy body again."

There was too much pleasure for me to handle. Payton's loving words while my mom treated me like the slut I was. The fat dildo slowly sliding out of my pussy and the strap on carefully recoiling then slamming into my bowels. I could barely control myself enough to care for Payton, even as the allure of her juices called my lips. The feeling of my mom using her whole body to punish me was too erotic. Every couple of pullbacks, she would slam the dildo back into my cervix before reaming my ass again. The contact with my cervix felt like a punch to the gut, but my oversexed state delighted in the fact that my mom was fucking me as deep as possible in both holes.

"Come on slut, make your sexy friend cum," my mom growled.

"That's it Carly, you make me feel so good," Payton responded.

"You need to learn to be a good slut for her." It was as if they were trading encouragement, good cop and bad cop.

"You're so good a oral, baby."

"Make her cum and maybe Mommy will let you get off again."

"You're going to make me cum so soon!"

"If you're slutty enough, you'll make Mommy cum into this strap-on."

"Yes Carly, you have me so close!"

Payton's impending orgasm was the last straw. I had tried to hold back before, but now my body was the center of so much pleasure, for my mom, my best friend, and all my holes. I felt myself cumming, bucking back into my mom but keeping just enough of my wits to keep eating Payton. "Oh my God, the slut is cumming," my mom said derisively.

"Oh my God!" Payton screamed. "I'm cumming too Carly, watching your mom fuck you is making me cum!"

Payton screamed out her orgasm while my body violently convulsed, pushing the dildo out of my vagina. I managed to hold back screams so that I could finish Payton. My mom increased her rhythm and groaned at me, "I wish you sluts would learn that you don't deserve to cum first. But you always cum too fast, it's just your nature."

I loved the cruel words. I felt a second orgasm begin to well. Payton's orgasm was complete so I cried, "I need my pussy filled again!"

"What a little slut!" my mom shouted. "Can't handle a moment without both holes filled."

But my mom started grunting and moaning, and I knew my words were getting her close. "Yes Mommy," I responded, "your slut needs her Mommy deep inside her."

My mom began to fuck harder at my solicitation. I grunted as the second orgasm filled my body. Just then I felt a dildo slide into my pussy. It must have been Joy, Payton was still sitting at my head and my mom was pounding me much too hard with both hands on my hips. My mom's wordless orgasmic moans filled the room and I came again with softer screams right into Payton's lap. Finally my mom moaned "Fuck yes Carly, you're so hot!" and pulled out of me. I slumped into the floor and rolled onto my side, more satisfied than ever. I loved my mom treating me like a slut, but deep down I knew she loved me more than anything.

I lay in bliss for a moment before I heard my mom say, "You're a naughty girl for pleasing your slut sister while she's being punished."

"I'm sorry, Mommy," Polly said. "It's just I want to be a slut like her and give sexy women lots of pleasure."

"Well then you'll start with her," my mom advised. "She made me cum hard so she's earned use of a slut."

My heart jumped. I couldn't believe it. My sister and I had finally touched each other, and I hadn't even known. And now our mom was going to guide our first time having sex.
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