Group Sex Mother's Confliciton

Michelle's short walk home and moments of reflection had set the woman's normally frazzled mind at ease. As she walks into the family home and slowly pushes the large front door closed, taking a moment to set the alarm and fasten the deadbolt. She can feel Jason's cum still leaking down her inner thighs. "I guess that was my walk of shame." She giggles as she kicks off her white canvas sneakers and heads towards her bedroom for a shower and some sleep. "I wonder what they are still doing." She says to herself as she thinks about Jason still at Kayla's while she adjusts the water temperature on the shower before stepping in.

Gwen, the youngest child, watches her mother walk into her bedroom. The young lady knows that her mom has just come back from a tryst with Kayla and her father. The blonde-haired teen feels a certain bitterness that she still has not been with her father like she told her mother she wanted and that her mother has shown no further interest in her either. "I thought we shared a moment the other day. I thought she would be happy to have me with her and with daddy." Gwen can feel her desires building inside her; she wants to be the third wheel with her mom and dad; she wants to be where Kayla is with them in their relationship. "If she isn't going to make it happen, I guess I will need to show daddy these pictures," Gwen says as she scrolls through the naughty pictures she took on her phone in the dressing room.

On Kayla's large bed, Jason lays on his stomach, covered in a mix of sweat and other bodily fluids from himself, his wife, and his lover. The married man moans and groans slightly as he loves the caress of his lover on his anus. He instinctively raises up, pushing back into her, somewhat giving her more access to his butt. "Oh fuck, that is nice." He groans as he can feel the tip of Kayla's tongue penetrating him.

"You like it, babe?" Kayla stopping just long enough to question Jason before resuming her rimming. The younger toned yoga teacher strokes Jason's massive cock from behind as she eats his ass.

"Yeah I do, go ahead I am ready." He groans as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees for Kayla.

"Mmm, yes." Kayla moans as she grips her strap on cock, pushing it slowly into Jason's ass.

"Slowly." Jason groans as he can feel his asshole opening, stretching to accommodate the hard rubber-like black toy Kayla has attached to the black leather harness she is wearing.

"Shh... I got this." Kayla says with an evil grin trying to reassure her lover, she will not take his ass to fast. Even though she is fighting against all her urges to slam into him deep and hard.

Jason can feel the tanned thighs of Kayla pressing against his bare buttocks, as he knows the strap on dildo is entirely inside him. The married father of two in a position he never dreamed he would be in as he feels Kayla start slowly retracting then pushing back into him. The fullness inside of him, along with the ribbing's on the toy, massage against his stretched hole, making the married man's cock throb in a way Jason has never felt before. The ribs on the shaft, each creating pleasure as they rub against the nerve endings in his anus. Jason wonders to himself if this is similar to what Johnny felt when he fucked him at the pool party. Jason raises himself up and pushes backward to meet Kayla's forward thrusts into him.

"That's it, babe, take my black dick," Kayla says with an evil tone as she starts to pick up her pace moving from slow and gentle to hard and rough. The divorced woman, having only used the toy a few times during a small lesbian phase after her divorce, still has enough experience with it to fuck her lover like an expert. "Jerk your dick while I fuck you!"

Jason following the commands of his five-foot five-inch mistress as he strokes himself hard and fast, trying to do so in the same rhythm of Kayla's thrusting. "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck." Jason groans as it is seemingly the only word he can say. The feeling of the toy inside him driving him wild, as he cannot hold back, shooting his cum straight down onto the bedsheets.

Kayla gives Jason's behind about fifteen more hard thrusts before pulling the toy out with a popping sound. She delights in seeing his asshole remain slightly gapped as she unsnaps the harness, letting it fall off her toned legs. "Next time, you will have to suck my cock before I fuck you." She playfully grins as she scoops up some cum from the sheets and places it into Jason's mouth. "I can't believe you let me do that."

Jason swallows his cum as he looks at the ear-to-ear smile on Kayla's face. "Why?"

"A lot of men won't, especially since our dynamic has been more you dominant and me submissive." The dirty blonde says as she herself tastes some of the cum from the bedsheet.

Jason wonders for a moment if he should share more about the pool party with Kayla if she should know he tried bisex with Johnny. He wants to blurt it out; he wants to share it with her but, at the same time, cannot as he holds back due to the stigma of it all. "Well, I guess like my wife, I want to try new things too," Jason says, trying to play off the situation without confessing anything. The tired man can feel a slight ache in his butt as he stands from the bed. "I think it's likely time I get back home, though." He says with a slight grimace on his face.

Kayla twitches her pencil-thin eyebrows at the look of her lover's face. She knows the look all too well as she, herself, has made it a time or two. "Did my big black cock hurt you?" She questions in her best sexy voice.

"Yeah, it did a little, but it's like a good hurt. I liked it."

"Good, just remember next time, you have to suck it," Kayla says with a light giggle.

"Before or after?"

"Yes!" Kayla says with the broadest smile she can possibly make.

"Why is it black?"

"Why not?"

"Good answer, I guess." Jason laughs as he picks the toy up and places it on the nearby nightstand in front of the small banker's lamp that illuminates the room.

Kayla sighs deeply as she eyes Jason's still naked body up and down. "You sure you don't want to stay the night? I'll change the sheets, that way neither of us has to sleep in the wet spots." Kayla offers with a laugh, the younger woman already knows the answer to the question, but a small part of her hopes Jason will surprise her. One of the few rules made between all the parties involved concerned overnight stays at Kayla's house. Michelle has been so open and into everything else that when she asked that Jason not do it, he found it hard to break the rule.

"You know the rules, we don't have many, but that is one we both agreed on," Jason says as he pulls up his pants while leaning down to kiss Kayla, he can taste what he assumes is his own ass on her tongue as the mix of her and his cum is something he has experienced before. "Good night."

"Good night. Lock the door on your way out, please." The lusty blonde-haired woman says as she blows a kiss to Jason before resting her weary head on the fluffy pillow.

The next morning Michelle awakens to find that her husband's side of the bed has not been slept in. The concerned woman looks over at the nightstand to see none of Jason's stuff is there either. Michelle thinks it is apparent her husband did not make it back home. She feels a bit hurt as she believes Jason must have broken the rule about sleeping over. "She must have fucked him senseless." The wife laughs as she tries to play off the situation instead of overthinking it. She begins her regular daily routine to take her mind off her absentee husband. She stands in her massive walk-in closet, trying to figure out how she shall dress for the day. "Am I normal or am I obedient today?" She smiles as she already knows what she wants to be before Michelle selects a small sexy outfit from the nearby hanger. Michelle unties her belt to allow her silky robe to drop onto the floor; she looks at herself in the full-length mirror. The mother of two's eyes travel all over her reflection as she smiles at her more toned body, resulting from an increased workout regime. "Oh my..." She says as she realizes she has left her walk-in closet and bedroom doors open. "Anyone could see me like this." She purrs as she rubs her hand across the soft, neatly trimmed landing strip of hair above her moistening pussy.

Michelle's mind starts to run wild with naughty thoughts and ideas. "Oh no, Ryan, please no, I am your mother." She softly moans as she slides a finger inside herself. Michelle adding a second and then a third finger as she grasps at the nearby makeup table in her closet for support. Her long manicured fingers slamming into her, as she uses herself roughly, abusing her own hole harder than she ever has before. The lust-filled mom continues to moan her son's name as she brings herself to an orgasm.

The salacious mother's large natural breasts heave up and down as she moans softly while trying to catch her breath. "I got to stop this..." She moans softly as she removes the finger, begrudgingly ending her fantasy. "I've got to get to work." The mother says as she cleans her fingers with her mouth, then directs her attention off her fantasies and into squeezing her ample assets into the tight white blouse and small plaid skirt, before sitting on the small stool in the closet to slide on her white knee-high socks in order to complete the look. "Just a happy little school girl." As the schoolgirl mother exits her closet, she sees a small collar on her dresser. The black leather metal studded gift from Shelly the item that Shelly and Johnny were most fond of using in their play.

Michelle picks up the gift her fingers tracing the black leather metal studded collar as she shrugs and places it around her neck, almost as if to model it. "Doesn't look too bad. I am not sure it's my thing, but I'll give it a go today." She says with a smile as she fiddles with the latch on the back, securing the leather collar loosely around her throat. She tilts her head back and forth, giving herself different looks in the mirror. "I don't think I could wear this as tight as they do." She comments as she twists the leather strap back and forth to ensure it is not too tight. "I don't know how Johnny wears it like he does." Michelle thinks back to the first night she saw Shelly's husband wearing one, slight red indentions on his neck where Shelly had tightly affixed it on him. Michelle shivers slightly at the idea of trying to wear her collar that way before exiting the bedroom to go to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Michelle retrieves a few items from the refrigerator sitting the food on the counter. She looks over what she has selected and wonders about which she should use to prepare breakfast for her family. The sound of containers rattling in the kitchen brings Jason out of his man cave and into the kitchen to investigate the noise.

The still weary husband quietly yawns and stretches in the doorway as he admires his wife's outfit. The little white blouse stretching in the middle looking as if a button could fly off at any minute. The small plaid skirt just barely touching the bottom of Michelle's firm round bottom. Jason licks his lips as he sees the tiny piece of thread-like material running through the crack of Michelle's butt. The husband can feel his still dirty aching cock stiffen slightly at the sight before him. "Damn baby looking good today," Jason comments as he walks into the room to make his presence known. He gives his wife a playful slap on her still tender bottom as he takes notice of the leather collar adorning her neck.

Jason's sudden arrival and spank is a surprise to Michelle as she hastily jerks her head around. "Oh shit...Hey...Uh, thanks... I didn't know you were home. You scared the crap out of me," She says as she eyes her husband up and down, noticing that he was wearing his regular sleeping clothes of plaid pajama pants and a tank top. The sleeping clothes give the wife a moment of relief; perhaps he did not break the rule but also confuses her as to where her husband did sleep.

Jason looks a little confused at his wife's words as he responds. "Yeah, I am not sleeping over with Kayla; we aren't that couple. I mean, if you stayed, I might have stayed with her also, but we agreed on that rule, so I am going to try my best to honor it. I came home maybe two hours after you. I went to the bedroom, but you were passed out cold and sleeping in the middle of the bed. I didn't want to bother you, so I slept on the couch in the man cave." Jason says as he leans in and kisses his wife's cheek. "Are you feeling better?"

Michelle smiles as she hears Jason say he wants to try and honor the sleepover rule. "Oh yeah, lots." I really did need you last night, even if I did have to share with her.

"Her? Do I detect a hint of jealously?"

"Oh, there is always jealously its part of the thrill of this all to me. I do want to talk to you about something new though."

"Oh God, not another; we need to talk?" Jason groans as he rolls his dark eyes.

"Oh my goodness, it's not going to be that bad, don't be Ryan and be so overdramatic. I have to ask about something with this...This open relationship?" Michelle says as she herself questions if the term even labels them correctly.

Jason nods to his wife's words, but his primary attention has zeroed in on his wife's schoolgirl outfit. The still tired husband cannot take his eyes off how the outfit shows off just the right amount of everything as he eyes Michelle over. Jason's mind races as he thinks of what he could do with the dirty schoolgirl in front of him. "Well, I am not sure about us talking right now, but I can think of something else we can do."

Michelle's cheeks warm up, as she knows they have at least a light pink hue to them. "Right now? The kids they could come down here." She says as she can see the outline of her husband's growing erection starting to push against the flannel pajama pants.

"They're adults, and besides knowing them, it will take a fire alarm to wake either," Jason says as he moves closer to his wife, the father of two finding it hard to care if his kids do wake up and come downstairs.

"Well...We could just go in there." Michelle says as she points to the open door leading to Jason's cave.

"No, I don't think we will go in there," Jason says as the tone of his voice shifts slightly while he reaches behind Michelle and clicks the eye of the stove off. "Come on, whore, you know what the fuck I want."

Goosebumps form on the wife's arms as her husband calls her whore. "Yes, I know what you want," Michelle says as she slowly lowers herself to her knees before her husband. The salacious wife licks her dark painted lips as she reaches up and slowly pulls at the waistband of her husband's pajama pants. The sizeable hard prick of Jason's springs forward, pointing straight at Michelle's face. "Have you taken a shower since last night?"

"No, why don't you clean me off," Jason growls as he reaches out to grab a handful of his wife's long auburn hair.

Michelle inhales deeply as she feels the mix of emotions that she loves so much flooding her body, she opens her mouth wide to accept her husband's dirty cock into her mouth. Michelle's now more experienced mouth could take Jason's long thick cock with greater ease. She slides her mouth up and down, she makes sure to coat the piece of turgid flesh with plenty of saliva. The cock-sucking wife wraps her dark lips around the wet piece of meat to form a tight seal. She hungrily takes the rigid meat almost all the way down to Jason's balls, the husband groaning loudly at his wife's improved skill set.

Jason tosses his head back as his wife pleasures him in the middle of the family's kitchen, almost in the same spot their daughter was forcibly taken by her brother only a few days prior. The sensations Michelle creates with her mouth almost make the husband cum quickly as the vibrations from his wife's soft moaning send waves of pleasure through him. Jason starts slowly thrusting his hips forward, fucking the pretty lips of his beautiful wife. Michelle looks up at her husband and smiles before swirling her tongue around the thick shaft. The auburn-haired wife all but lets the cock fall from her mouth as she strokes the full length of the saliva-coated shaft. "Do you like me sucking your dirty dick?"

"You're a good dick sucker." Jason groans as he slaps his cock on his wife's tongue.

"Thank you, daddy." Michelle purrs as she decides she wants in on the taboo roleplay, that her husband shares with his harlot Kayla.

Jason's dark eyes shoot wide open at his wife's words, the taboo talk something Kayla started with him and something he discovered he much enjoyed, but hearing it come from his wife makes the husband even hotter. He grips his wife's hair tightly and begins to push himself deep into her mouth well past Michelle's point of gagging, forcing her to take the last inch she has never been able to get in her mouth.

The noise in the kitchen while not a fire alarm is still enough to wake the children of Michelle and Jason. Gwen clad in just her shorts and panties wraps her silk robe over her to cover her bare chest as she steps into the hallway, staring confused at her brother Ryan as they hear what sounds like someone choking. Ryan wearing his gray sweat pants starts walking down the hall as he slips his tank top on over his bare torso. The siblings walk down the stairs and turn the corner as they stand side-by-side, in the hallway just outside the kitchen looking in at their parents. The siblings stare wide-eyed as they can see and hear what is playing out in their kitchen. Jason, their father, holds their mother, Michelle by her hair so he can roughly thrust his cock down her throat, the dominant man almost smiling as he watches her choke and gag on it.

"Oh shit, look at mom's tits; they are covered in drool," Gwen says as she sees the liquid pouring from the corners of her mother's mouth, causing a natural shine to form on her mother's ample chest. Gwen can feel the tingling between her legs as her panties start to moisten, the young girl likes what she is witnessing but also feel a twinge of jealously filling her body. "Dad's cock is so thick and long. I want him to do that to me." She softly purrs as she fights the urge to touch herself.

Ryan's hands shake nervously as he watches his mother taking the large piece of meat down her throat. He can tell his father is choking his mom, he feels angry that his dad is hurting his mom as he is also filled with lust from looking at his mother's saliva coated double D breasts. "What the fuck is wrong with you and him?" Ryan questions under his breath so as not to alert his parents to his presence. "Why is he treating her like that?"

The parents blissfully unaware of their audience continue their sexual act. The two of them positioned sideways, which allows their onlookers a good view of them both as Jason slows his attack on his wife's battered mouth. "That's it come on baby girl, you got daddy so close." The husband grunts as he plays along with his wife's taboo talk, pushing him closer and closer to the orgasm he can feel building in his tightening balls as his throbbing shaft pulsates inside his wife's mouth.

Gwen's heart nearly skips a beat as she hears her dad's words, "Mmm daddy, huh?" Gwen purrs as it gives the young lady hope that she is getting closer to what she yearns for. The lusty teenage sexpot starts to walk towards the kitchen as she unties the knotted belt keeping her barely-there silk robe closed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ryan questions in a deep, low, gruff tone as he reaches out and locks his hand around his younger sister's arm, preventing her from going any further. "You can't go in there; we shouldn't be watching this." He says as he starts to pull his sister away.

"What the hell, Ryan, let me go," Gwen demands in a low, hushed tone as her brother pulls her into the nearby communal bathroom. "I know you want to go in there too."

"This is getting out of hand. They need to stop, you need to stop it all just needs to fucking stop." Ryan says as he waves his hands around, accentuating his words, as the young man tries to be the voice of reason.

"Stop already with this high and mighty bullshit you have damn near raped me twice and fucked me more than that. You are no better than anyone else living here."

"What the fuck is wrong with you and them?"

"Ryan, let me spell it out for you, W-H-O-R-E, that is your mom; she is one. I am not judging I am not any better."

"It's not right. Mom is better than this. Mothers aren't supposed to be like that. I don't want this." Ryan says as the frustration of everything is very apparent in the older teen's ordinarily deep voice as it cracks while tears form in his eyes.

"Is that why you're hard again? Looking at mommy again, huh?" Gwen says as she feels no sympathy for her brother's frustrations.

"Gwen, fuck, please just stop," Ryan pleads as the pitch of his voice remains higher than usual.

"Why can't you admit you like what you've seen? I saw you that day watching momma from the hallway. I know you liked it, just like I know you're hard right now for her."

"I just...just can't. I just can't keep doing this. How can you pretend this is all okay?"

"Well, I can do this, I am not pretending anything, and you stopped me from doing what I really wanted. I know this is all so crazy, but I love it, so if I can't have our daddy in the kitchen, I will settle for you in the bathroom." Gwen says as she lowers herself to her knees and peels down her brother's light gray sweat pants. "Fuck bro, you're already so hard; you can call me mommy if it makes you cum more." Gwen purrs as she marvels at her brother's throbbing cock while rubbing his pre-cum leaking cock head.

"Fuck, please, Gwen stop," Ryan meekly protests but does little to actually prohibit his sister's actions.

"You don't mean that, do you, baby? Come on, let momma make her big boy's throbbing swollen cock feel better." Gwen says in her best innocent little girl tone.

Ryan feels as if he is about to have a break down in the middle of the bathroom. The young man's entire body shakes as he tries to form a sentence. "No...I don't want you to stop." Ryan says as begrudgingly admits he wants his sister to continue.

"If momma can call dad, daddy, I guess you can call me mommy," Gwen says as she watches the conflicted look on her brother's face fade into one of lust.

"Can you make me feel better... momma?" Ryan asks as he looks down at his baby sister. He knows that it is Gwen in front of him, but the sexually torn son can only see is his mother, Michelle.

"Yes, baby, I will do whatever it takes to make my big boy happy." Gwen softly speaks as she spits on her brother's rock hard flesh stick before taking it into her hungry mouth. The blonde-haired beauty feels a shiver run up her spine as she too is fantasizing about someone else. The young woman's faded pink lips slightly smear on the salvia coated shaft of her brother, it is her father that she is thinking of. Gwen slides her mouth halfway down the swollen vein covered shaft, her lips meeting her petite hand actively pumping the base of the hard cock. Gwen, much like her mother, makes no effort to keep any saliva in her mouth, letting it all flow freely out as the little sister gives her big brother a messy sloppy wet blowjob doing her best to mimic the actions they witnessed in the kitchen.

"Oh fuck, Gwe...Momma," Ryan moans out as he grasps his sister's long blonde hair, wrapping his fingers in it. He grips the hair tightly but does not pull her head down, he holds it as he gently thrusts his hips forwards. "Yes...Momma...Yes..." Ryan's eyes clench tightly shut as he starts to push himself into his sister's hungry mouth further. The sensation making the older brother's mouth open but no words or sounds escaping other than a torrent of heavy breathing and low tone groans.

Gwen pulls the hard piece of meat from her mouth as she continues stroking it fast and hard. "Don't close your eyes, fucking look at me." She demands as she locks eyes with her older brother. The young woman smiles as she opens wide to take the nearly ready to explode piece of flesh into her awaiting mouth.

Ryan is overwhelmed with a mix of torrid emotions as he stares at his sister's emerald green eyes. He feels dirty for his actions and angry with not just himself but his whole family. The teenager wants to stop his sister but at the same time does not want to stop her as he nears his orgasm. "I'm going to cum..." He groans out as he locks his hand on his sister's head, making her take his thick heavy load down her throat.

Gwen is overwhelmed by the flooding of her brother's cum, the white-hot liquid hitting the back of the young lady's throat. The dirty girl has taken many loads in her mouth, but not many directly down her throat. She gags and chokes on the jism coating her throat, causing some to be expelled out her nose as she fights back the urge to puke.

"Fuck Ryan, are you trying to kill momma, I wasn't ready for all that cum," Gwen says between coughs as he can feel the burning in her nose.

"That's enough. You're not, mom." Ryan coldly says as he looks down at his sister still on her knees with cum dripping off her nose and lips.

Gwen's lust is burning uncontrollably as she wants more, the torrid young woman wants to be fucked, and needs an orgasm. "I can be momma for you, don't you see that? We can use each other to get out all our sick and twisted fantasies. Come on, bro, let me be our momma for you, your dick is still so hard, why not stick it in your momma's cunt." Gwen says as she tries to appeal to her brother while standing up and peeling her little shorts and panties down her legs. The younger sister places them on the counter as she exposes her bare backside to her older brother. "It is right here for the taking." The young sister says as she bends over, placing one hand on each side of the toilet, bowing slightly, putting her head down and butt up for her brother.

Ryan grips his still hard cock tightly; he clenches his teeth as he stares. The older brother wants to walk out of the room; he wants to do what he thinks is right; however, his basic instincts tell him to do otherwise. "You're a fucking whore Gwen, You will never be mom," Ryan growls through his tightly locked jaws as the brother's resolve starts to fade and crumble.

"No shit, I am not mom, I am fucked up, but I don't have anything on her." Gwen moans out, knowing it will provoke her big brother.

Ryan moves behind Gwen, he looks down at her perky peach shaped bottom a nearly faded tan line accentuates the young woman's bikini line. Ryan grips himself tightly almost to the point of pain as he inhales deeply, the aroma of his sister's wet pussy floods the brother's brain as he thrusts his engorged flesh deep into her wanton pussy.

"That's it be momma's dirty boy." Gwen moans out as she is filled instantly with the full length of her brother's engorged cock.

Ryan does not respond verbally but instead grips his sister's hips tightly, almost clamping down like a vise as he pulls her back into him to meet his powerful forward thrusts. He can feel his balls slapping against Gwen as their bodies crash together. The little sister struggles to keep her grip on the cold porcelain rim while trying to avoid her head from smashing into the tank. The slapping of their flesh together echoes off the walls of the small bathroom. Ryan grasps a handful of his sister's long blonde hair, jerking her head back violently as he continues his assault on her pussy from behind.

Gwen winces in pain as her head jerks back, as one climax leads to another the eighteen-year-old's green eyes roll back into her head. Her pussy unleashing a deluge of fluids rushing down her muscular inner thighs, as her brother's big cock pistons into her. The young lady is unable to keep her moans quiet starts releasing incoherent noises getting louder with each powerful thrust into her.

"Shut the fuck up," Ryan growls as he slaps his sister's ass. The older brother worries that despite being away from the kitchen, the increased noise could alert their parents. The dominant young man does not want his parents to catch him in such a taboo act, as he already feels angry with himself for giving in, he cannot fathom what his mom and dad would think of him for doing what he is to his little sister. "Dad would probably fucking like it." Ryan thinks to himself as he continues to blame his father for the changes in his mother.

The pain of the slap on her bottom only fueling Gwen's moaning, the young lady not caring if her parents detect her and her brother. "Harder...Harder..." The green-eyed teen manages to moan out as Ryan's anger only causes the brother to use his sister harder. The powerful young man manhandling her like a rag doll, fueling Gwen's increased moans of pain and pleasure.

Ryan wants his sister to shut-up but also knows he cannot stop when he is getting so close. He looks around the room, trying to find something to muffle Gwen when he spots the panties she placed on the counter. The older brother catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he reaches for the silky red garment. Ryan's anger with himself transitions to disgust as his eyes stare at him and part of his sister's reflection in the large mirror on the wall. The disgusted teen shakes his head, trying to snap back to reality as he breaks his gaze into the mirror while retrieving the moist red panties.

Ryan feels the familiar constriction in his balls; he knows he is on the edge. The nineteen-year-old jerks his little sister's head back, further forcing her back to arch more as he shoves the dirty panties into her mouth, gagging her with the damp fabric. Gwen gags and chokes as she is shocked at her brother's actions, the panties jammed into her mouth as a gag, the silky material wet with her own juices as she moans out against her makeshift gag. Ryan despite gagging Gwen, does not release her hair he keeps her head bent back the arch to her back making the sensation of slamming into his little sister feel that much better as he feels the veins in his shaft throb just as his cock explodes inside Gwen filling the little sister with cum.

"Fuck yes, mom...Yes...Yes...mom." Ryan moans as five large bursts of cum fill his little sister.

As the last drops of cum exit Ryan and enter Gwen's abused slit, the older brother carelessly pushes her away like a toy he is done with. The younger sister struggles to avoid her head landing in the toilet water as she falls over to the floor. Gwen pulls her gag from her mouth and tosses it to the side. "What the fuck asshole!" Gwen barks as she feels the cold tile on her bare bottom.

Ryan stares down at his little sister on the floor; he feels nothing but disgust with himself. "What?" He nonchalantly asks as he wipes his now semi-hard cock on a hand towel before pulling up his sweat pants.

"Gag me with panties; nearly throw my head into a fucking toilet."

"Get over it; you want to be whore don't get pissed when you're treated like a whore," Ryan says as he avoids making eye contact with his sister.

"You could at least clean up this cum. I know you like it." Gwen says as she rubs her fingers across the semen leaking from her pussy.

"Not today." Ryan flatly states as he reaches for the bathroom doorknob.

"You know you're not better than me, you may want to think you are, you may want to blame your behavior on dad or me, but this isn't all our fault. You can keep lying to yourself and trying to pretend to be something you're not if it makes you feel better, but big brother, I know the truth."

"Gwen, why don't you shut your fucking mouth. You are nothing, but a fucking slut don't try and drag me down to your level." Ryan growls as he can feel his anger rising. He twists the knob and peeks outside the room before exiting.

Gwen slowly picks herself up off the floor as she now stands in the bathroom alone. She looks at herself in the mirror the eighteen-year-old can feel her brother's cum inside her some of it slowly dripping out onto her legs as she picks up her crumbled red panties and slides them over her weary limbs. The younger sibling smiles as she feels better, having vented her anger and frustrations with her older brother's continued holier than thou attitude. The little sister does not mind being a stand-in for her mother; in fact, she finds it kinky and dirty when her brother calls her mom. However, she does not want a hypocrite like her brother to judge her for doing what she does. "He can be such a jerk." She says to herself as she wishes Ryan were a better stand-in for her dad.

The blonde-haired teen feels satisfied but, at the same time, still feels a deep-seated need. Gwen wants her dad; she still feels a craving and a hunger to be with him; she surely will not be quelled by anyone but Jason. She straightens her tousled blonde locks in the mirror as she thinks back to a short time ago when she heard her mom calling her father, daddy. Gwen's anger and lust feed on the memory, the image and sound burned into her mind as she stomps her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. "I need daddy, mom doesn't understand. She instead wants to pretend she's me. She is keeping him from me." The anger and jealously building inside the tantrum-throwing teen as she splashes water on her face to attempt to cool off, before exiting the bathroom. The blonde-haired young lady peeks into the kitchen to see her parents have finished their activities before entering the room.

The father standing at the counter, readjusting his pajama pants as he hears his daughter enter. "Good morning Gwen," Jason says as he approaches his little girl, the father of two bending down to kiss his little girl on her cheek as he greets her.

Gwen sees an opportunity and turns her head in the nick of time to allow her lips to contact her dad's mouth. The young lady feels a spark run through her as even though the kiss is nothing more than an awkward peck, it feels like so much more to the young woman. "Oh, I am sorry daddy I didn't know you were going to do that," Gwen says with a halfhearted giggle.

Jason stares at his daughter frozen in a feeling of shock as he has a feeling the kiss was more than an innocent accidental contact. "Oh, it's okay, sweetie." The father says as he licks his lip, detecting a familiar salty taste.

Michelle sitting at the table, clenches her jaw tightly as she watches her daughter's behavior. "Gwendolyn, why don't you have a seat at the table."

"Damn the whole name must be in trouble," Jason says as he laughs, he knows the only time Michelle used Gwendolyn is when their daughter has done something she should not have done.

"Well actually MICHELLE I want to speak with daddy," Gwen says, making a point to call her mother by her real name.
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