Incest/Taboo High School Yearbook

Bree's mind returned to the fantasy. Bianca, using one of her perfectly manicured fingers, smeared a warm thick lubricant on Bree's brown bud, then slid the finger inside. Rotating her backside Bree felt the hard fingernail moving on the walls of her rectum. When Bianca slipped the finger out Bree, with a disappointed groan, said, "I liked that, put it back in."

"In a second slut, in a second."

After coating it with more lubricant Bianca slid it back in, pumped it in and out. Bree shuddered and moaned in growing lust. A second finger joined the first, then a third, and they were jabbing in and out and moving faster and faster and the bed moved. It was Bryan. He was naked. His hard cock bobbed before him,

He said, "Is she ready?" and saying, "I think so," Bianca moved onto her knees and kissed Bryan. As their tongues dueled like hungry desperate wolves Bianca twisted her fingers inside Bree's ass. Bree whelped in depraved need.

"Yeah, she's ready. Go ahead stud. Fuck her, fuck your stepmother."

That was where the fantasy playing in Bree's mind came to an end. For in her living room, in the real world, Bree felt it. It was something new, a pressure, sharp, intense, becoming more and more acute. Bree suddenly recognized it. It was like an intense need to pee, but in her asshole not in her vagina. Sill, her agile fingers kept working; she rocked her hips and ass into her hands; her powerful sphincter contracted on the vibrator.

Buried in an avalanche of feelings the need to pee passed and now there was a pulsating steel ball inside her. As she pressure and heat inside her intensified, the ball distorted, warped, buckled then, evaporating in the blinding heat of her loins, exploded. She came, a million colors danced in her head, the physical consumed the mental, and the orgasm kept going, washing over and through her, carrying her away from this hum-drum world.

Bree's body was in the chair, but her mind and spirit were elsewhere, in Shangri-la, living life free of cares or responsibilities or concerns. The bottom of her feet tingled and her clit pulsed. It was as if she was tucked into a cashmere blanket that would love her and take care of her the rest of her days.

Sadly, Bree could not stay in that world forever. She heard the upstairs toilet flush and footsteps, her stepson's masculine gait, move down the hall. Momentarily confused, why hadn't she heard footsteps heading for the bathroom, she figured it was those footsteps that had brought her back from Shangri-la.

Hands on the sides of her chair Bree forced herself to her feet, wobbling for a moment in her heels, and olive oil in her hand and vibrator in her ass headed upstairs.
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Edward and Andrea, under the influence of Bryan's white noise machines, were in a deep sleep when Bree came. Her scream of orgasmic pleasure did not wake them. Instead, their subconscious minds merged it with the subliminal voices singing of Bryan's dominance and power, of his sexual skills and mastery, of their roles in his world.

Bryan, wearing earphones as he programmed the new white noise machine, didn't hear a thing.
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Yawning, Bryan checked the time. It was 2:00 in the morning. He turned off the white noise machine, leaned back in his desk chair. He'd be tired tomorrow, but it had been worth it. The hours spent programming, reprogramming, and updating Bianca and Roy, Bree and David, and Andrea's machines showed. His programming of this new machine was his best work to date. He'd also accomplished more than expected. While there was work to do, it would be ready for Serena's visit to the house tomorrow afternoon. No, it was after midnight, make that this afternoon.

He stood, pulled his tee-shirt over his head, heard a light tapping on his door.

"Bryan, its me. Can I come in?"

"Bree? Yeah."

Bree pushed the door open, stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, then stopped. She wasn't seeing anything unexpected, but it still took a second to process. Bryan was so gorgeous: intelligent eyes and a perfect trim lean pale hairless chest. How could see have ever preferred big tanned muscle-bound guys?

She also noted the exhaustion on her stepson's face. Had he been working all night? Based on the mess on his desk it looked like it. She made a mental note, she'd asked him what he'd been working on, but not now. Right now her priority was taking care of him and he looked like he could use a mother who'd fold back his sheets, turn off the lights, play soft music, and stroke his hair until he fell asleep.

But that was not the Bree that Bryan had programmed. What he'd programmed was a stepmother with an insatiable sexual appetite, no boundaries, and devoted to him, a pedal-to-the-metal balls-to-the-wall whatever-you-want-sir fuck-machine. And while Bree would have happily lain with him till he fell asleep, or cooked him chicken soup from scratch, what she wanted to do was fuck. If Bryan wanted the other things he'd have to tell her.

And what was Bryan thinking? His stepmother, looking better then ever, naked except for heels, had come through his door at 2:00 in the morning, eyes peaceful, smile lazy, cheeks and breasts flushed red. Stepmom had been playing with herself. Then, his eyes flowing down her body, he noticed light glisten off her legs. Her sex and inner thighs were soaked with girl juice and, based on the smell, olive oil. Yeah, stepmom had been playing with herself big time.

Bree, who'd watched her stepson's eyes flickering down her body, then stop at her well-oiled thighs, took a step towards him, said, "If I'd known you were up, I'd been here sooner," and circling her arms on his neck, kissed him. She tilted her head and dragged the tip of her tongue across his mouth. When she returned to the starting point his tongue was waiting. Their tongues touched, teased, and hers retreated into her mouth. His followed.

After a long lazy kiss, bodies pressed together, breasts flat on his chest, she moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Guess what I've been doing?''

The smell of olive oil permeating the room Bryan said, "Cooking?"

Saying, "Smart ass. I'll give you a hint," Bree placed her hands on the edge of Bryan's desk and, bending at the waist and leaning forward, spread her legs, offering her ass for inspection. She looked into one of Bryan's mirror, one they'd hung so Bree could watch Bryan fuck her against his desk. His eyes had fixed on her backside..

Running her hands down her legs to the floor, further spreading her ass cheeks, she uncovered the vibrator wedged in her ass and said, "Whattayathink? Bianca and I bought it a few days ago, I've been wearing it since. So tonight I was having this dream. I was sucking your cock, getting ready to deep throat you, and I wake up, frigging horny. Not regular frigging horny, which I am all the time, but super frigging horny.

"I figure my stud-stepson is sleeping. I think about driving to Bianca's, waking her up, but we'd be at it all night and I do need some sleep, big day at work tomorrow. That's when I think about my new toy. So I oil it up, slip it inside, and bring myself off in the living room thinking devilish thoughts about you, Bianca, and me. It was fun, but I wish I'd known you were up. Touch it darling."

Bianca had told Bryan all about the success with the first vibrator, how she and Bree had bought this larger one, that she thought Bree was ready for her anal deflowering. Now as Bryan, finger on its base, moved the vibrator inside Bree's anus, Bree closed her eyes and moaned. Bianca was right; Bree was ready.

He'd figured that when he and Bree first did it Bianca would be there; he knew how much she wanted to be. But he was ready and Bree was ready and he was the boss. Bianca would adjust; after all he'd programmed her that way.

What if Andrea or his dad woke up? While the refurbishing of their psyches was on schedule, neither was ready to learn that Bree was his lover or of their own changed status in the household. So, smacking his stepmother smartly on the ass with an open palm, generating a sharp crack from her backside and a moan from her mouth, he said, "Stand up, I need to get at the computer."

Obediently moving behind him, Bree ran her fingers up and down his back while Bryan leaned over his desk. Calling up the white noise machines' control panel, he boosted their intensity and set the timer. For the next two hours nothing short of a major earthquake, and possibly not even that, would wake Andrea or his father.

Bree, her focus on her stepson's body, didn't ask what he was doing - he was always doing something on his computer - but Bryan had prepared a response if she did. He'd tell her was backing up the night's research. He wondered, what if he told her the truth? Was she ready to accept it? The question invited further research, further programming.

Closing the program, he turned around. Bree slipped into his arms and cooed, "I was just thinking. Y'know how much Bianca wanted to be there the first time you fucked my butt. So why don't we video it and send it to her. It would be something different for her to wake up to. Whattaya think; where's your phone?"

"Stepmother, you've become quite the kinky bitch."

"You have yourself to blame. I'm a kinky bitch and a slut and I think we both know who's responsible."

"I wouldn't say slut. Sluts fuck indiscriminately. You are very discriminating."

Reaching for the olive oil, wetting her fingertips with it, she ran her hand down his body and inside his gym shorts. "You've got a point, you and Bianca are top of the line. As to slut? Perhaps you should pass me around sometime and see what happens?" She smiled; he wasn't wearing underwear, and slipped her fingers around his shaft. She loved his cock all the time, but at no time more than now. Moments short of full erection, it was thick and warm and cuddly, so different than it would be in a few seconds when, hard as steel, it became the weapon that had pierced her soul, conquered her, enslaved her.

She sank to her knees, curled her fingers around the hem of his shorts, sank to her knees, pulled them down. It swung free. Consistent with his pale complexion it was light in color, the head a perfect pink. The long smooth shaft, through which bright red and blue veins and arteries glowed, featured an elegant upward curve. That bend, and his sleek arrow-shaped head, were the perfect size and shape, grazing her g-spot each time he thrust into her, each time he pulled back.

Would it roll over her g-spot when buried in her ass? She was about to find out.

Bryan was finally going to fuck her up the ass! Bree thought of her friend. Bianca had suggested that when this time came Bree start with a blow job, switching among her favorite techniques, never employing one for too long. She didn't want Bryan to come in her mouth, nothing would feel as good in her ravaged asshole than a load of Bryan's thick warm creamy semen, but wanted him excited. Their first ass fuck shouldn't be a marathon session - they'd come later. A good blow job would also lubricate Bryan's cock and get Bree hot as hell - few things turned her on as much as sucking Bryan's dick.

Holding his dick she spread her legs, giving herself a stable base, and flashing submissive eyes said, "God I love this thing. May I have some." Without waiting for an answer she lay it flat on his stomach and licked him, a long hard lick with the flat of her tongue that started at his balls, flowed over the shaft, curled around the cock-head. When done she kissed the shaft, right below the head, and delivered another long lick, slower, more forceful.

Bryan breathed as much as said, "Oh fuck."

Tilting him forward, she focused on the tip of his dick, working the frenulum - it was, she'd discovered, his most sensitive spot - with licks light and tantalizing. Then, using the soft bottom of her tongue, she circled the head where it met the shaft.

Letting go of his cock, Bree cupped Bryan's balls, licked his perineum as she'd licked his frenulum, soft and sweet, then moved to the spot where his cock attached to his body under his skin. Here she licked harder, in ovals and lines and circles.

She returned to his balls, alternated between them and the base of his cock, all the time twisting her fingers on his shaft. After several happy minutes she reached between her legs, wet her pinky, and toyed with his asshole, softly lightly, never penetrating. Bryan looked down. His stepmother's face, pressed to his body, had disappeared. Only her bright red hair was visible. He cupped the back of her head with his hand.

Under Bree's worshipful attention Bryan's breathing deepened, his eyes drifted shut, his hand fell away from Bree's head, he said, "Damn stepmom, can you suck cock." Loving the compliment, Bree glanced up, saw the pleasure etched on her stepson's face, knew they were ready. Bree licked, a lazy long uninterrupted lick, up his shaft. At the top she slipped pursed lips over his cockhead. Bryan grabbed the sides of his desk for support and Bree, twisting both hands on his shaft, moved her lips and tongue over around atop his crown.

With a final hard suck she moved off his dick. It swung back against his chest and Bree, coddling his balls, looked up. "Bryan, fuck me in the ass, please."

He reached down and she took his hand, stood, kissed him. Her lips, after the vigorous blow job, were numb, but moving against his warm mouth they quickly recovered and she whispered in his ear, "Before we start I'd like to send Bianca a message?"

"Of course."

Bryan picked up the phone, pointed it at Bree, who stepped back and said, "Good morning Bianca, it's like 2:30 in the morning over here and Bryan's about to fuck my ass. I'll explain it all later. Now I know you'd want to be here, and I wish you were, but I'm ready now. Bryan and I figured this video would be the next best thing."

Stepping closer, with a wink of a pretty green eye, Bree reached down, caressed her stepson's stiff member, and continued. "Bianca I've listened to my sexy teacher. I've done everything you told to do to get me ready. Spent more than an hour playing with my sphincter, relaxing it, loosening it up, and yeah, coming a few times along the way. Love you."

Giving the phone a final wink, Bree leaned forward, her hands on the edge of Bryan's desk, and said, "Bryan dear, would you do the honors."

Bryan set the phone in place, then took hold of the vibrator's base. Bree clamped her sphincter while Bryan, using a slow twisting motion, backed it out of her ass. Noting the prodigious flow of olive oil accompanying it he said, "Shit, this stuff has staying power," then turning to the phone said, "Bianca, make a note, we need to try olive oil."

Bree, her voice a sexy purr, said, "Yes Bianca, you sexy bitch, I can still teach you a thing or two. Bryan, start me with a finger please."

Running his index finger up the crevice of her ass, coating it with oil, Bryan said. "Ready?"

"Yep."

Making a final check of the sight lines to ensure the video captured every dirty moment and that Bree could follow the action in the mirror, Bryan moved to the side, his dick dragging on Bree's hip, and placed his index finger to her anus. When her sphincter instinctively clamped shut Bree took a deep breath, focused on it, felt it relax.

Bryan, finger on her anus, felt it do so he and said, "You seem ready."

"I am. Impressive, huh? I've been practicing. Now, do me."

Moving slowly, millimeter-by-millimeter, Bryan buried his finger in Bree's rump. Bree, eyes closed, lifted her head and emitted a long low happy, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," then squeezed her sphincter on the finger and rotated her ass, moving the finger inside her, gauging how much control she had over her muscles

"Oh, that's nice. Oh yeah. Okay. I'm ready. Bryan, slide it back."

Bryan did. When only his fingertip remained inside, he wiggled it. Squealing at the novel sensation Bree said, "Push it inside again, please."

Bryan did, a little faster this time. When it was wholly embedded in her ass Bree flexed the walls of her anus, moved her ass in a circle, then, for the first time exercising control, moved her ass forward, just an inch, pushed back onto his cock, did it again, a little longer this time.

As Bree lengthened her motions Bryan added a second finger, then a third. Three fingers were larger than any of the toys she'd played with and for the first time her grunts reflected discomfort. When Bryan moved to slow the speed of his thrusts Bree, finding the pain sharpened and intensified the pleasure, said, "No, keep going Bryan, keep it up, keep it up," and moving her hips into Bryan's hand, grunting a hard, Unnh," each time he bottomed out in her, taking control of the pace and power of the finger fuck. After several minutes, knowing it was time, Bree turned her head and, wicked smile on her face, said, "Bryan, please go lay on your bed."

Enjoying this assertive version of his stepmother Bryan did as asked and Bree, taking stock of the condition of her asshole, stood, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and squeezed. She felt a spark in her clit. She knew things were going to be just fine.

As Bryan got in bed Bree picked up the phone, pointed it at her face, and said, "Hey Bianca, here comes the big moment, wish you were here," then set it in place so it would record everything that was about to happen.

Bottle of olive oil in hand Bree sat on the edge of the bed, dribbled some on Bryan's dick, and wrapped her fingers on the staff, twisting and sliding them, working the oil into his skin. His dick was soon quivering. She could keep going. She loved watching him spray his seed, loved it on her face, but at the moment there was something she wanted more.

Moving onto the bed, Bree straddled Bryan's waist, took hold of his cock, ran it up her anal crevice, her sphincter winking open each time the slender cockhead passed over it. Ready, she held his cock to her anus and with a sway of her hips applied a slight downward pressure. When the head of Bryan's dick pushed on Bree's sphincter the muscle tightened but Bree calmed it and the tip of Bryan's dick slipped into, then through her sphincter's tight ring.

Letting the minimal pressure already in place do the work, his cock, every square milometer of his cock, completed a slow journey into her asshole.

She was sitting on his hips; he was all the way inside. She squeezed her ass muscles and said, "You like that baby?'

"Yeah fuck, Bree you're tight."

Bree took a deep breath, said, "Yeah, and y'know, you're really big," and mind dazzled, sat there, trying to absorb the thousand novel sensations flooding her body. She'd never felt so full.

She felt Bryan's cock jump and waggle in her asshole, sending sweet swells of pleasure through her.

"Oooh baby, that felt good. What was that?"

"I flexed my dick inside you. You felt it?"

"Sure did, felt great. Do it again."

Bryan did, to Bree's sweet murmurs of appreciation, who, saying, "I can't believe I put this off for so long," moving nice and slow, raised herself on his dick. When only Bryan's cockhead was inside her she squeezed her sphincter. Bryan moaned - she loved his moan - and she moved down until her sphincter encased his frenulum and squeezed. Enthralled by Bryan's groan, she did it again.

With a twisting motion she lowered herself. When their bodies were fully joined, her apprehension slipping away, she slid her hands up Bryan's body to his shoulders and looking him in his eyes said, "Oh honey, feels so good, fuck me, I'm ready. Fuck me."

Thanks to Bianca's oft-pillaged backside Bryan was something of a savant of anal sex and now he took the time to properly break-in his stepmother. He rotated his hips, stretching Bree, but never too much. Bree savored the feelings, warmer, deeper, more primal than the light sharp ephemeral sparks of pleasure she felt in her cunt.

She'd never imagined her butt was so sensitive. She was ready to take over.

Her hands on Bryan's chest, Bree leaned forward, moving her ass an inch up his dick, stopped, slid back down, purred, "Ohhhh fucckkkkk..."

Bryan moved his hands on her hips, helping support her weight, and Bree steadily lengthened her motion until she was sliding her ass up and down the full length of her stepson's manhood.

They fucked. Her moans intensified, her hips quickened. When she finished a downward stroke Bryan, hands on her hips, pushed her down, driving himself deeper inside. As he did Bree ground her body on his, forcing him deeper.

Their pace quickened. Bryan thrust into her, meeting her descending body.

"Oh Bryan, oh honey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Bree experimented, alternating short shallow movements with deep penetrating ones. Bryan matched her. Bree tried different angles, leaning back over his legs, sitting straight up, moving in a corkscrew, leaning forward over his body.

Bree thought, what if Bianca was there. What would see like to see? What would Bree want to show her best friend?

Then she knew: she wanted to be dominated, fucked like an animal. She wanted Bianca and Bryan to know he owned her.

Raising her hips, Bree swivelled off him, moaning when Bryan's cock slipped from her ass, and said, "Bryan, I need you on top, I need you on top.".

Bryan moved off the bed, Bree dropped to her stomach, spread her legs. Then she squealed, feeling a flow of a warm thick liquid over her clit. Bryan was applying more olive oil.

Turning her head, Bree looked in the mirror. Bryan set aside the oil, sat on his knees between her legs. He leaned over her, supporting his weight on one arm, and Bree reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks. Bryan placed his cock on Bree's anus and pushed. Her by now well-trained sphincter offered little resistance.

Bryan sank inside her and Bree closed her legs, tightening her anal chute. His cock felt immense.

Once inside, employing his hips, Bryan thrust into her, moving slowly, in and out. As she responded with wanton groans he began to move in twists ovals circles.

Overwhelmed by the powerful raw organic sensations, Bree was initially passive. But soon, her focus on her butt, Bree saw how even small variations in the speed and angle of Bryan's thrusts generated differing pleasures in her ass. Bree began rocking her hips up to meet Bryan's cock. Then, feeling a twinge of pleasure in her g-spot, Bree jammed a pillow under her hips, raising the angle of her ass. When Bryan next entered her the cock-head rolled directly over her g-spot through the thin layer of skin separating rectum from vagina, .

"Uuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhh."

Pushing a hand between her body and the bed, Bree thrummed her clit.

"Oh god yes, oh Bryan fuck me, so good, so good. God, you've made me such a slut. Fuck my ass."

"Yes stepmommy. I'll be fucking your and Bianca's sweet tushies from now on. If you're good girl I'll let you suck my cum from her ass."

His dick in her ass was hot. His lewd suggestion, air of command, and her husband and daughter sleeping only a few feet away was even hotter.

Bree worked her clit with three fingers. Her asshole throbbed with something primal, hard, and deep. Her g-spot sparkled and shone. All three burned and began to merge.

Bryan fucked her in wild abandon, driving his dick into asshole. She pushed her ass up, met his thrusts, moaned in approval. When their bodies came together Bryan grunted and air exploded from Bree's lung in a noise as much animal as human.

"Ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh."

Bryan raised his upper body, wrapped his fingers around Bree's neck, pinned her head to the bed. Reveling in submission, Bree pressed her hand to the bed's headboard, using the leverage to thrust her hips into her stepson's pillaging cock.

"Ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh."

The sparks in her clit were lightning and the pressure in her g-spot threatened to rip her in two and the throbbing in her anus was an earthquake..

""Ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh, ee-uuunnnhhhhh."

Bree jerked her legs closer together and squeezed her sphincter and the muscles of her anus on him.

"Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, Bryan give me your cum, I need your cum, please your cum."

She heard him growl; she knew that growl. He was close and Bree, remembering another of Bianca's lessons, flexed her anal muscles, rolling them up and down Bryan's cock.

Already on the edge, euphoria washing over him, at this added stimulation Bryan shoved hard and deep. His testicles, at the place of no return, let go. Cum surged up the length of his dick, became a torrent flooding Bree's asshole. Bryan's hard grunts became a celestial wail of orgasmic delight.

As her backside filled with cum Bree, her voice rising several tones in pitch, sang, "Unnh, unnh, unnh, oh god Bryan I'm com..., com..., OH FUCK YES, COMING." The orgasm started in her asshole, and her cunt, and her clit, then blasted through her with an energy primitive primeval perfect.

Somehow an exhausted Bryan gathered the strength to roll off of her and they lay there panting, a tingling in their spines and brains and on the bottom of their feet. Bree wanted to stay the night, snuggle, but knew she had to return to her husband's bed. Then she remembered Bianca.

Saying, "I'll get the phone darling," she forced herself to her feet, grabbed the phone, returned to lay next to Bryan. Holding the phone at arm's length, she brought her and Bryan's faces into focus and said, "Hey beautiful, I hope you enjoyed the show. It was as amazing as you promised," then handed the phone to Bryan. He typed in a short message and forwarded the video to Bianca. The phone needed to be charged, but it could wait. He gave it to Bree, who lay it on a table next to bed, and turned back to him. Bryan was asleep.

She recalled her wedding day. Her friends and relatives, dressed for a summer wedding, gathered around. Edward, her soon to be husband, resplendent in a tuxedo. His son, the best man, characteristically quiet, drawing no attention to himself. She never imagined, no one could have imagined, that when she said, "I do," her pledge was not to Edward, but to his son, that it was Bryan and not his father, who would be the instrument of her liberation, that through him she'd discover her purpose and potential.

She kissed his forehead, lay her head on his shoulder, felt her eyes drift shut. She should get up, but this was nice, just for a second. Then she'd trek downstairs, get in bed with his father. Then she was asleep too.
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