Incest/Taboo Forced

That wasn't part of the plan, and I knew it was mom's one and only attempt to try and get Michelle clear of this if she could without coming out and telling her to simply walk away. But if anything, it helped rather than hindered, as Michelle bolstered her own courage to stand by her friend.

"Whatever you want," Michelle said looking towards me. "Just as long as you promise not to say anything to Jeff or to Darrel about any of this!"

Michelle certainly knew of course the animosity and friction that existed between us, so my very real threat to expose all of this to him was even more serious than my exposing her to her husband. Maybe he might eventually accept what she'd been up to, perhaps in a weird sort of way, even condone it, encourage it, want to see it sometime for himself. But she also knew as my mother knew, that should Darrel ever hear about it, and then it would all be over with. And that...she definitely knew.

"I'll tell you what," I began sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I'll agree to keep this all hush hush and quiet, just as long as you two agree to get together with me every once in a while, or let me join the two of you whenever you are if I happen to be around. That's all I really want, just a little naughty pleasure, same as the two of you seem to want to enjoy and have together."

"But she's your mother!" Michelle actually tossed out, "You don't seriously expect her to..."

"It's alright Michelle," mom said calming her. "If you're willing to go along with this, so am I, even if Jake is my son." As she said that, she rolled out of bed, once again acting out the scenario just as we'd discussed it. If things were to get this far, she was to instigate the initial encounter, thus drawing Michelle along and into it with her.

Still somewhat stunned no doubt, Michelle sat there on the bed looking on as mom walked over to me, standing me back up from the bed and proceeded to undo my pants, eventually pulling them down, freeing my cock. I quickly pulled the tee shirt I was wearing up and over my head just as mother knelt down on the floor before me, mouthing and holding onto my rock-hard prick.

"Oh my God! I can't believe we're really doing this!" she exclaimed to no one in particular, then she too rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor beside mom, adding her tongue to my mother's as the two of them began licking and sucking me side-by-side.

I allowed the two of them to lick and suck on me until I was about as hard as I could get, then I enticed them back onto the bed with me.

"Now what?" Michelle asked curiously as we climbed back onto the bed.

"Well what I'd enjoy doing, seeing and feeling, is fucking mom's hot wet cunt here while you lay beneath her and lick it while I am, and perhaps give me a few nice sucks every once in a while too while I'm doing that," I suggested lewdly.

"You ok with this?" Michelle asked my mother.

"Do we really have any choice?" she asked already positioning herself on the bed, but then added surprising us both. "Who knows Michelle, maybe we'll even enjoy it ourselves!"

I almost laughed, but held it in as Michelle gave my mother a crazy look, though she simply scooted beneath her at that point as I in turn took up position behind mom placing the head of my prick against, but not in my mother's cunt.

"You get to do the honors," I told Michelle. "Go ahead, help me fuck my mother!"

It was interesting, seeing Michelle's hand suddenly snaking up between us, grasping my rock-hard prick, and begin to rub it up and down and against my mother's hot slick cunt. The fact that she was, said something as well, there was no hiding her obvious arousal at this point, something that Michelle though slowly, eventually came around to, soon obviously enjoying it as she actually masturbated her own friend with her son's cock, all the while licking and sucking that very same pussy while doing so.

"Put it in!" Mom told her friend when she simply couldn't stand it anymore, and was in fact highly aroused by this time and in need of a nice hard cock filling her cunt.

And Michelle did, guiding it in, pressing it home before I finally took over and allowed the last few inches or so to bury themselves in as deeply as I could. I began slow-motion fucking mom's nice wet pussy, listening as I did so, and even occasionally feeling it as Michelle went to work on mom's clit, the sound of her lips sucking, her tongue flicking, and even the playfulness of her fingers dancing around the two of us as she did so.

And of course, it was only natural at that point that mom now leaned over and began giving Michelle's sweet hot pussy an equally pleasurable dance of the tongue.

Periodically, I felt Michelle reach for and then remove my prick from mom's cunt, licking it, cleaning off mom's sweet sticky juices with her mouth before reinserting it, and going at it again.

"Let's switch, I'd like to do that myself," Mom said suddenly. I was soon fucking Michelle's cunt while mom licked it, and occasionally then also licking me. Unlike the night before, I was managing a little better control, though I had stopped a time or two in order to collect myself or I would have been spewing a fountain of cum all over the two of them, and I wasn't quite ready or willing to do that just yet.

"Ok," I said easing out of Michelle's cunt just before I did. "Now, let's see some nasty naughty girl-girl stuff just between the two of you," I said directing them.

"Like what?" Mom asked curiously.

"Oh, how about some breast fucking for starters," I asked hopefully. "I'd really enjoy seeing that!"

To my surprise, neither one of them had even thought about, or considered doing that before now. They even smiled at one another thinking about it, and then quickly positioned themselves, with Michelle going first, mom on her back legs spread while I knelt between them taking Michelle's tit in my hand, placing it against my mother's clit and began rubbing it back and forth, nipple to clit, nipple to clit, over and over again.

"Damn! That's nice!" Mom actually giggled pleasurably, as did Michelle as I delighted myself with the feel of her breasts in my hand, but also with the knowledge that I was masturbating my own mother's cunt with her best friend's breast.

And as I did that, Michelle reached over, once again grasping my cock and began playing with it, quite delightedly so, though she again spoke when doing it. "You really do promise not to reveal any of this to anyone she asked. Not ever?"

"I promise," I said honestly, enjoying the feel of her hand on me as she continued stroking my prick, just as I continued masturbating my mother's cunt with her friend's tit.

"God Shirley! I still can't believe we're doing this," she added excitedly however. "And I know this is going to sound really strange, especially coming from me, but damn it feels good to actually be doing something like this, you know how Jeff is, wham bam thank you mam and it's over!"

"Yeah, I know the feeling, if I even get that much," Mom moaned back at her enjoying the sensations her friends hard little nipple was giving her, even though it was my hand that was rubbing it against her.

"It just feels so...so...wicked!" she actually grinned then.

"Oh yeah, just like this does," mom said as she began to climax, the sound of her first pleasures filling the room.

Even I had to admit to being exhausted by the time Michelle left in order to fix dinner for her husband, but the wicked horniness I still felt wasn't.

"Just wear your bathrobe, if you're going to wear anything at all," I had told my mother.

"Why?"

"Because we're not done yet," I told her plain and simply. "There's still a few things I've been thinking about, stuff I've fantasized about before that I might like to see or do yet."

I saw the nervous, excited flush spread across her face, maybe she had thought that after everything we'd done that that would be it, but in telling her what I did, she knew now that it wasn't, and by the look on her face, I could already tell she wasn't all that disappointed in hearing that, especially when she just threw her robe on and went down stairs into the kitchen to begin preparing something for dinner.

After taking a shower I came into the kitchen while she sat cutting up some vegetables for the salad she was preparing. Knowing she was still obviously naked beneath her robe suddenly began to arouse me as I sat there watching her.

"What?" she said looking at me, though she smiled when she realized I was literally staring at her.

"Open your robe so I can see your tits," I told her. She blushed furiously, which was erotic to see as I knew she was still struggling with this on the one hand, yet undeniably excited on the other, even if she wasn't willing to verbally admit it, just her actions were enough as she quickly undid the sash keeping her robe closed, allowing it to open now as she sat there and went back to chopping up some celery.

Feeling my cock stiffen, I soon unzipped my Levi's fishing it out and began petting myself as I sat there. It didn't take long for her to notice the subtle movement of my hand beneath the table as I sat across from her.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" she asked inquisitively, somewhat surprised that I actually was, but as I merely smiled at her, answering her question, she grinned at that, though continued on with her preparations as I sat there taking in her exposed breasts which I now noticed had twin hard little nipples now protruding away from them.

"You know what kind of salad I think you should make?" I then asked still stroking my cock even more obviously now.

"No, what?"

"A cunt-cumber salad."

"What kind of salad?" she asked, but she'd heard me, her face suddenly beet red as I grinned wickedly at her.

"See that cucumber?"

"You can't be serious."

"Oh but mother, I am! I am! And don't you think it has a nicely thick shape and length to it?" I asked her as she actually picked it up as though hypnotized by my suggestion. "Go ahead, try it," I urged.

Hesitantly at first, she held the cucumber in hand, and then placed it between her legs beneath the table. Wanting to see this, I stood, and in doing so revealed to her my hard stiff erection that was already dripping with precum, which had bubbled out on the end of my dick.

"Scoot your chair back so that I can see."

She quickly did so, the fat green prick sticking out of her pussy looking wonderfully obscene as she slid back across the floor revealing herself to me as I stood there.

"That's it, now fuck yourself with it while I watch you."

"I can't believe you're making me do this," she breathed deeply though her hand began moving the cucumber in and out of herself while she sat there. But the truth was, I wasn't making her do anything, I had merely suggested it, but as I stood there, I realized that she was obviously more than willing to do so as long as she perceived that she was being forced to do so, and thus could do it, and even enjoy it as long as felt like she had no real choice in the matter.

"Feel good?" I then asked, watching her as she nodded her head yes without verbally admitting it. "Looks good too!" I stated smiling to myself as she lifted one hand up towards her breast, tweaking her own nipple. "Now try the carrot."

This time she didn't even hesitate, slipping out the now sticky coated cucumber that was already heavily smeared with her juices and exchanged that with the skinned, fat-sized carrot which she now slipped inside herself and began masturbating with that.

"Oh yeah, that's hot," I said grinning at her, walking over to stand in front of her now, still working my own cock up and down, leaning over just enough to rub the head of it across one of her breasts, smearing her nipple with my juices, and then watching her as she immediately fingered it, once again pleasuring her nipple though using my own slick lubrications to do so with.

Even I had to admit, this was becoming even more wickedly erotic than I had imagined it might be when we'd started out, and by the look and expression on my own mother's face as she sat there pleasuring herself with the carrot, fingering her breast, she was feeling it too.

"Try some of the lettuce against your clit," I now urged her. Her eyes lit up at that one though she looked somewhat confused.

"Huh?"

"You heard me," I said a bit forcefully, not wanting her to get cold feet about doing this now. "Take some lettuce, pat your clit, your lips with it, and use the cucumber again too," I instructed her, giving her a reason to do so as she obviously had enjoyed the feel of the cucumber she'd been using even more so than the carrot.

I think she surprised herself, as well as me, as she began doing so, finding the sensation of the green-leaf lettuce rubbed against her clit to be as decadently enjoyable as it was. She shredded several large sections of it, using them all in this way, and then added them to the bowl as I instructed.

"Ah yes, our cunt-cumber salads coming along just fine now," I teased her. "Try some of the miniature tomatoes now, rub them up and down your split, get them all nice and creamy and then add them to the lettuce."

It was easier now. Whatever I told her to do, she did. And I could also see as she did it, she was getting more and more aroused, as well as closer and closer towards orgasm. All that remained was the cucumber as she sat there pummeling her cunt furiously with it now, though occasionally leaning forward to wrap her lips around the head of my dick while doing so.

"Come on it!" I soon urged her, hearing the sound of her excited breath starting to pant, her moans getting deeper, throatier as she neared ever closer and closer towards climax. Her fingers were now twirling her clit furiously as she fucked herself with the cumber, until she suddenly screamed out her delight, her orgasm seizing her, taking control. I waited until she'd calmed down once again collecting herself, smiling as her eyes met mine.

"Very nice, now slice it up and put it in the bowl."

We added some croutons along with the sliced carrot peelings to the mixture. "Still can't believe you made me do this," she said a moment or two later, though she tossed her salad happily, mixing it all together.

"Ready to add the dressing?"

This time her face really did light up when she looked at me, realizing what I was suggesting. But without saying another word, she reached out grasping my still very hard cock and began jacking it, holding it over the now nicely tossed salad.

Having watched her fucking and playing with herself for as long as I had been, I knew that when I came, I would add a considerable amount of special dressing to the salad, which I soon did. Gleefully, mom continued jerking me, giggling even as she directed the spray of spunk spurting from my prick across the top of the salad until it had a pretty nice coating sticking to it. She even shook it off, ensuring the last little driblet of my spending was included.

"Damn," she said half laughing, shaking her head as she sat admiring her creation.

"What?"

"Such a waste!"

"I don't think you wasted a thing," I said pleasurably only then stepping back to admire her handy work.

"Not you, the salad!" she laughed looking at our creation together.

I then confused her further, tearing off a strip of saran wrap covering the bowl, placing it inside the refrigerator.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you tell me that Darrel rarely if ever goes down on you, and even then, only long enough to ensure that he's going to get a bit of a blowjob out of it himself?"

"Yeah? So?"

"Well?"

"Oh my God Jake, you can't be thinking what I think you're thinking!" she said genuinely aghast at what I was intimating here.

"Just think of it as a naughty little way to get back at him a little," I pressed. "You know how much Darrel loves eating salad, so now...you can delight in the fact that he's finally really eaten your pussy, whether he knows it or not."

"But the...but the..."

"Just add a little ranch to it. He'll never even know."

I don't know if she actually served it to him or not. I didn't stick around for dinner on Sunday evening after Darrel came home for his trip, though Monday morning I noticed the Salad was no longer in the fridge. Mom came down into the kitchen just before I headed out for school, though once again only having a couple of classes that I had to attend before heading off to work that afternoon myself.

"How was dinner?" I asked.

She just smiled without elaborating. "You're going to be late," she said still standing there grinning at me.

I don't know if she did, or she didn't, but I wish I'd been there on the one hand just in case she had.

"Oh, by the way, Darrel told me that Karen is coming down for the long weekend next Friday," she informed me.

"Oh wonderful," I said sarcastically. The odd thing was, I actually did like her a little, and by the way she often teased or flirted with me, I got the impression she didn't mind being around me either, though she still had an uppity side to her that she continued to express, letting me know as she did so that she still thought herself more important and better than I was. The fact that she enjoyed showing her body off at me whenever she could get away with it, and knowing or rather thinking that I would never actually do anything about it, had been a slightly annoying little game she loved playing with me. As I headed off to school, I began thinking how I could turn the tables on her, and smiled inwardly as I began to formulate a plan.

By the time the weekend drew near, I had already gotten a few things in place, all that was required now was a little luck in bringing everything together, along with tempting her into doing what I hope I could get her to do in order to make everything work. There was certainly an element of risk involved, not to mention needing to get Darrel out of the way at some point in order to do so. But as luck would have it, that opportunity came when Darrel came home Friday waving two tickets for a Saturday baseball game he'd been given at work. As neither my mother nor myself enjoyed baseball, though even if I had, I'd have been the last person in the world he'd want to take to the game, Darrel had in fact already invited a co-worker to go with him that evening.

I knew then that this might be the one and only opportunity I had to try and pull this off if I could, so immediately set up my little trap in hopes that Karen's usual snoopiness would pay off.

I had learned from some of her previous visits that she had indeed gone through my stuff, finding my stash of porn magazines along with several DVD's that I also had, all of which Darrel had specifically forbidden to have in his house. Interesting enough that I still had them anyway, but even more so that his own daughter obviously enjoyed watching porn too as I'd discovered my DVD's had been gone through, and had even located one that was missing out of its box still sitting inside the player which was hooked up to the TV in the guest room where she always stayed.

I had purposely gone out and bought several new ones with a wide range of various choices, not entirely sure what it was she enjoyed seeing, but wanting to ensure that I had something that would make her curious enough, and thus tempted to borrow one from me to watch when she was reasonably confident she could do so secretly when I wasn't around to be aware of it, not to mention her own father which was now no longer a problem with his going to the game on Saturday evening.

I had let it be known that morning that I had been called into work, though I had already scheduled the entire weekend off, with the hopes that Karen would indeed busy herself with snooping through my bedroom once she was assured she could safely do so with both her father and myself out of the way. The tricky part, though even that really wasn't, was informing my mother that I needed her to go out and do some shopping herself for a couple of hours, though the reason for that I explained would be given to her later on that evening.

Once again I had driven my car down the block, parked it, and then made my way back to the house. The problem this time however, was the fact I couldn't hide out in my own room as it was obviously my hope that Karen would take the time, finding herself all alone to get bored, and once again curious enough to poke through my room. But what I had done, was unlatch the window to the laundry room, slipping through it which was just down the hall from the two bedrooms that Karen and I occupied. And though it was a small risk to hide out in there, I was reasonably sure that Karen wouldn't have need for going in there, and thus crouched behind the door quietly, hopefully and waited.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait very long either, though I had heard her bustling about upstairs shortly after slipping in through the window. Eventually I heard her coming down the stairs and knowing that my room was the first one she would pass by before entering her room, sat there waiting and listening. Sure enough, she only took a few steps more once she had reached the bottom of the stairs. I heard her open the door, go inside my room and within seconds after that could hear her rummaging through my porn tapes where I normally hid them, and hoped she would find something she found interesting and wanted to watch.

Moments later I heard her leave my room, closing the door, and then take the few additional steps to her room going inside. Once again the door closed, and I heard the faint familiar 'click' of the idiotic door lock being turned as I sat there smiling to myself, my pick for that lock already in hand.

Now came the fun part. Earlier that week, I had already hooked up two of my video cameras hiding each of them in the air vents of her bedroom, one facing directly towards the bed, and the other on the sidewall. I could by a simple switch on my remote, go from camera to camera, recording whatever I found there, playing it live back to myself as I sat there watching her. The first thing I noticed was that she indeed had a couple of my porn movies and sat on the edge of the bed trying to decide which one of the two she was interested in watching first. Zooming in briefly, I saw that she'd selected an all girl "Fuck Fest" as it was labeled, which surprised me as I'd almost not selected that one, only having done so just in case. I watched her turn on the TV, put the DVD into the player, and then immediately disrobe, making herself comfortable on the bed. Also to my delight, she reached underneath her pillow and produced what was obviously a vibrator, that had a slight bend at the end but which still looked a lot like a fat pink cock.

She sat it aside for the moment however as the movie began playing, content to watch for a moment, though her hand began massaging her breast as she did so, soon after allowing her fingers to begin exploring herself down between her legs.

Karen's tits weren't nearly as large as my mother's let alone Michelle's, but they were certainly well rounded, "perky" with two very nice pink tipped nipples capping each one. And though she wasn't entirely shaved, Karen had the briefest bit of closely cropped pubic hair just sitting above her mound, which she toyed with briefly for a moment before finally allowing her fingers to gently probe her widespread opening as she lay back upon the bed watching the movie.

I was grinning openly to myself, Darrel would have a conniption fit if he was ever to discover his precious innocent little girl was even remotely interested in watching porn, let alone doing what she was doing to herself now. Aside from the fact he'd probably kill me as well, I was gambling on the fact that he'd be just as equally upset with his own daughter as I along with my own mother knew, that he thought her still to be all sweet and innocent, which is exactly the way she acted as well as dressed whenever she was around him.

"Oh if he could only see what it is you're doing now!" I thought to myself, watching as Karen finally picked up the vibrator and began teasing her clit and pussy lips with it as she held open her cunt and began playing with it.

On screen, a woman was doing something quite similar to herself on the bed she was laying on when her girlfriend/room-mate stepped into the bedroom fresh out of the shower.

"Hmm, that's nice, when did you get that one?" The young hot vixen asked coming over to sit down on the edge of the bed beside her girlfriend, placing her hand on the toy, taking over, and began using it to fuck her friend with, just as I now watched Karen doing, once again caressing one of her breasts while slow-fucking herself with the life-like looking penis.

I watched with additional interest as she took a small section of her long blond hair and used it to further stimulate her own breast and nipple with, massaging and caressing her tit with the silky smooth softness all the while still working her own cunt with the vibrator, her eyes glued to the TV, now watching the two girls as they curled up into a little ball together licking one another's cunts.

"Oh God I wish someone was licking my cunt right now!" Karen spoke aloud to herself.

It couldn't have been any more perfect had I of planned it myself. Hearing what she'd just said, having already quietly unlocked the door as I stood outside her bedroom, I quickly pocketed my mini video viewer though aware of the fact she was still being recorded, and entered her bedroom.

"Be more than happy to help you with that," I said scaring the hell out of her when I did.

Funny how people can jump, or scramble stupidly for a moment while trying to collect their wits about them. Karen was no exception, clawing desperately, briefly for the covers which remained tucked too tightly beneath her, giving up, grabbing the spare pillow instead, using it to cover herself with as I stood watching her.

"Wha...what are you doing home?" she stammered obviously embarrassed.

"It was slow, so they sent me home," I lied. "Thought I heard one of my dirty movies playing when I came down to my room," I said continuing to lie to her. "Pretty good one though isn't it?" I added glancing over towards the TV, forcing her head over to look at it, seeing the two girls still all wrapped up together. I almost laughed when she searched briefly for the remote, realizing she'd left it sitting next to the TV. She sat up still holding the pillow against her breasts and leaned over reaching for it.

"Not yet! You'll miss the best part!" I exclaimed, freezing her in place for a moment, a look of bewilderment etched within her face as she first looked back towards me, and then back towards the TV screen. Once again, it couldn't have been any more perfect had I choreographed it myself. Suddenly the door to the girl's bedroom opens, and the boyfriend walks in, catching his girlfriend busily eating out her friend's cunt. Of course, he's not the least bit mad or upset with her, calmly reaches down, pulling off the convenient pair of sweat pants he'd been wearing, revealing the fact he's already got a nice stiff erection.

And it was at that very moment that the toy that Karen had shoved deeply inside herself, chose at that very moment to slip out of her pussy, busily and happily humming about on the bed. She quickly snatched it up, turning the offending thing off, blushing furiously.

"The offer still stands," I said simply staring at her. "I'd love to lick your pussy for you, all you have to do is ask, but if you send me away, I won't offer to do so again either."

She looked like she was on the verge of tossing me out of her room, but my comment had stopped her cold, once again confusing her perhaps, but just enough so that she stopped herself from yelling at me to get out.

"Oh, so if I suddenly changed my mind, you're telling me you wouldn't be interested after that?"

"It's sort of a onetime offer yes," I said easily. "Since we happen to be alone at the moment, it's probably the only time we even will have, but if you're not interested, then I'll go, but if you tell me no, meaning that you're not interested, then unfortunately my answer will be no to you later on as well even if you decide that you are. So Karen...what's it to be? You want me to leave, just say so, you want me to lick your pussy, then...spread your legs."

She sat for a moment actually thinking about it, but I was almost ready to put my money down on her asking me to leave. That's just how she was most of the time, doing things in spite of herself, just to have it her own way, when and how she wanted things, not how anyone else did. Except this time of course, which is the only alternative I had given her.

I turned however, forcing the issue, making out like I was leaving the room.

"No! Wait!" she actually called out at me, stopping me in my tracks as I turned once again facing her. To my delight and surprise, the pillow came down, revealing her breasts, and as it did so, she spread her legs bending them at the knee expectantly.

"Does this answer your question?"

I quickly slithered up onto the bed positioning myself between her legs. Moments later, I was sucking and licking her cunt, twirling her clit around between my lips until she was climbing the walls, one glorious orgasm after another.

I had always known that Karen liked me, far more than she was ever willing to admit or let on, but as her father was married to my mother, up until now there wasn't a whole lot we could really do about it either, so she'd settled for flirting with me, teasing me unmercifully as that was the only way she felt like she could do it, and still keep me interested, but at bay, until now.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! She said soon after that, which I did, reminding myself to edit the tape later on.

And just as I'd thought, the rest of the weekend didn't allow either one of us to do anything else again either. Darrel was mostly around, wanting to spend time with his daughter being a good and caring daddy, which for the first time as I saw and realized it, actually more irritated Karen than pleased her, especially when she tried desperately to do something else with me again, though the opportunity never again presented itself before she had to leave and head back.

It would be sometime before Karen came back for another weekend visit, but I was fairly confident that the next time she did, things would be a hell of a lot different between us. Little did I know at the time just how different things really would be, or how they would suddenly and so drastically change quite unexpectedly.

A couple of weeks had gone by, things had settled back into some semblance of normalcy, though I did enjoy another mid-day romp with both mom and Michelle, once again experimenting and having fun as wickedly as it was possible to do with the two of them, something they both suddenly looked forward to with abandon. And...I had even managed to videotape one of our little get togethers one afternoon without either one of them being aware of it.

Later that afternoon I had gone down to secret away the video I'd managed to record of it, sticking it along with the one I'd taken of Karen for safe keeping, and noticed when I did so that my other secretly hidden away stash of dirty movies had in fact been disturbed, and that...I found interesting.

I knew without any doubt that mom never came into my room, nor would she snoop around through my stuff the way I'd discovered Karen loved doing. The fact that I had quite carefully placed my stash of x-rated movies in a certain order in a certain position that once disturbed would alert me they'd been gone through, I had to come to the realization that good old Darrel was one fucking hypocrite. Only now, I needed to prove it, and better yet, get something even better on him, far better than just revealing the fact he enjoyed watching a dirty movie now and then just like everyone else.

Once again, an idea came to me, but this was the riskiest thing I'd thought about doing yet, and I also knew it would take a lot of patience and careful planning if there was to be any hope of pulling this one off.

The first thing I did, was to once again set up my porn stash to see if his going through it had been an anomaly, a one time thing and that perhaps he wouldn't do so, or go through it again. A week later, he had, and I had also managed to pin it down to the night that he had, which was also very useful and beneficial to me as it was the one night of the week that mom and Michelle went out to dinner or a movie together, and when I of course had also been at work myself. Now armed with that bit of info, I waited once again for the following week, and sure enough, good old Darrel had gone through my movies again, same night, and this time I was prepared for him, even going so far as to record his private little moment alone with himself, though I was somewhat disappointed that he didn't actually jerk off, though it was very obvious he did have an erection as he stood, ejecting the movie once he'd finished watching it. Now at least, I was reasonably certain that the following week he would do so again, and this time when he did, I'd have a big surprise for him, a really big surprise for him.

I had in fact edited the DVD. Placing it inside a cover labeled simply "Karen" and then hid it beneath one or two other movies. There was only one place that I knew Darrel would certainly enjoy watching his movies from as he had already proven by doing, and that was in the den on his new giant-sized flat screen TV. I had already prepared well ahead of time, once again hiding my own video cameras safely within the room, the remote operational clear down inside my own bedroom where I could safely monitor everything he did, and everything that went on from there. After mom had left to go out with Michelle, I too left for work, doubling back shortly, and then waited secretly outside my own window, watching for the light to turn on, which it soon did, and then saw Darrel as he went immediately over to my secret stash of movies, a big grin on his face as he picked them up and began thumbing through them, that was...until he discovered the DVD with the cover marked "Karen" on it. For a moment, I wondered if he'd actually take it, or find the thought of what he mind find there to be too disgusting to even contemplate. I guess I should have known better as he took it, and it alone back upstairs to the den with him.

The entire movie was just under thirty minutes, after I had edited out anything having to do with just the two of us of course. And I sat there watching him watching it, video taping him doing so the entire time of course, which in the beginning as I did so, had me wondering if I hadn't finally made a big mistake in having done so. At first, his expression was one of shock, even anger as he sat watching his own daughter pleasuring herself. Twice I saw him reach for the remote, wondering if he was about to turn it off, though both times he sat back, continuing to watch it anyway. When it was finished, I prepared myself to exit back out through the window in the event he removed the tape, though even then I wasn't sure if he was planning on returning it, or confronting me with having it in the first place. A paradox for him I am sure, as then he'd also have to explain what he was doing watching it in the first place, along with the others, which I'd also been smart, enough to get him on tape doing.

What I didn't really expect is what happened next. Though Darrel stood up and moved back to the TV, he reset the DVD in the player, and began watching it again, only this time, I watched and thus video recorded him as he slid off his slacks, settled down comfortably in his seat and began watching the video, all the while jerking himself off while doing so, something he had not done before, though I had managed to at least show him as being aroused.

"Oh this is great!" I said capturing every minute detail on disk, even splitting the screen at times to show him jerking off, and also showing what it was he was jerking off too. Which got even better when he continued to do so, starting the movie up from the very beginning, watching it yet a third time now, as he continued to sit there playing with himself.

As the DVD neared the end just before I had come into the room, though I had added a bit more footage to it where I was out of the scene, and where it looked like Karen was just doing some additional odd stuff to herself, when I wasn't involved, I watched Darrel suddenly stand up, cock in hand, fisting it furiously as he walked over to stand in front of his giant sized TV screen. Fascinated, I watched even more closely as he stood there, fisting himself, pleased that I had caught and edited one portion of the movie when Karen had teased me by sucking off the vibrator, though at the moment there was no way of knowing that of course, it simply looked like she was getting off on doing it, opening her mouth for a supposed squirt that never came on film, though indeed I had done so when we'd actually been together.

It was here that Darrel paused the movie. His daughter, mouth wide open, one hand buried deeply between her legs, the other pulling hard on one of her very aroused extended nipples. I watched then as he approached the TV screen, now furiously pumping his cock until he began to spurt, his spunk flying out, hitting the screen exactly where his daughter's mouth was. I watched almost in horror with a bit of amusement thrown in, as Darrel stood there, smearing his daughter's face, though it was really the TV screen itself which he stood rubbing against, spreading several thick gobs of his semen across her frozen open mouth, then downwards along her neck, finally to her breasts, in particular the one she held in her hand, pinched nipple and all, and rubbed himself there giggling like a mad-man the entire time.

"Oh my God! Did I just get all that on disk?" I asked myself excitedly, because I knew then that I had.

What I now had, I honestly considered only using as an insurance policy, if and when the day ever came when I might actually have to use it to threaten him with. To do so now, using it against him for something frivolous would have been stupid on my part.

And this, the original, along with my other originals, I now had locked up in a safety deposit box, though I certainly had other copies which I kept in an entirely different place, almost as safe and secure as those were.

I continued to monitor, occasionally recording Darrel, and was amused to find that he quite often now borrowed two tapes, which he always returned, always watching the tape of his daughter, saving it for last, sometimes squirting on her like he had done the first time, though not always, still giving me a bigger and better insurance policy that I could use against him if and when I ever felt a reason for doing so.

In the meantime, I went about enjoying my new pleasures, which still included from time to time my own mother whenever the whim or the mood struck me, or for that matter...whenever hers did, which happened more often than not.

It was a week before thanksgiving and I knew that my stepsister would be coming down for the weekend for another long visit. And that I was actually looking forward to it when she did. Still half asleep I lay there in bed, and felt more than heard my bedroom door opening. I knew it was mom, as Darrel was once again off on business and not expected to return until late Sunday evening. The sound of soft footsteps crossing towards my bed alerted me to the fact that mom was in the mood for doing something, which was confirmed a few moments later as I felt the soft press of her mouth suddenly engulf and surround my semi-flaccid prick.

"Good morning," I said contentedly feeling my prick suddenly being lavished with the sweetness of mom's lips surrounding it, softly sucking me.​