Incest/Taboo Unwanted

To those thinking this story is about love it isn't, this is about straight out revenge and fucking. If that isn't your cup of tea then I suggest reading a different story so read at your own discretion.

All characters are over 18+
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Lyle Conner lived in a little rundown town, in a little grey house, in an area away from everyone and everything. His sister's high pitched annoying voice rattled inside his head, 'No one wants you here, why don't you just leave! It would have been better if you weren't born.' As long as he could remember she told him once if not more every single day until he finally took the hint. His mother didn't care she had even joined in on occasion when she wasn't in her bed servicing whomever was the favor of the day. His two sisters soon followed suit after their mother. He lost count of the number of men he had caught trying to sneak out of his childhood home.

Not that Lyle cared they could have stayed for all he cared. During his highschool years he worked once the school day was done and on the weekends. He did whatever he could to save and save that he did. Once highschool was over he was gone slipping away in the middle of the night. He left no address, no phone number, no other means of reaching him. All his childhood they made his life hell. Lyle saw no need to inform his family that he was leaving, though in truth, he doubted they cared. Doing an internet search for the most remote rural town on the east coast as he sat at the bus stop. He didn't care about money, his family never saw fit to provide him the things that made people materialistic. His mother only gave him the minimum so child services wouldn't pay her a visit. Whatever money she had to spare always went to his sisters. Lyle was only an after thought.

Three days it took to transverse across the country to the town he had chosen to be free from his family or so he thought. Where he hoped he could find a nice paying job, and a place that actually felt like a home. The first few days into his escape from his prison his family bombarded his phone. Asking where he was, why did he leave, where was the money he should have left for food? Lyle just smile at the screen before his phone fell into the trash. A new life awaited him one that didn't require old bitchy relatives.

Lyle rolled over in his full size bed as he reminisce about what brought him to that town. Five years he had worked in that slow, homily town. Ever since he had arrived he was always welcomed with warm smiles and kind eyes. While his two bedroom one bath house might not be anyone's paradise, yet to him the hell he went through his home felt like heaven to him. That was until his house line rung on the nightstand beside him. Lyle knew only one person had his home number, and that was his grandfather. He wouldn't have called unless it was important. Lyle's grandfather wanted to allow him to be on his own as much as possible. Yet he did check-in every Sunday to see how his life was going. Yet he never once told his mother and sisters were he had moved to. For that Lyle would be forever grateful to him.

"Hello grandpa," Lyle said groggily into his phone.

"I need you to come home Lyle. You're grandmother isn't doing so good, and I could use a hand a hand around the house."

"What?! What happened?" Lyle asked throwing his covers off bolting upright in his bed.

"She fell in the shower bumped her head pretty good, I'm thankful that nothing was broken, but she'll be in the hospital for a few days for observation. So I was hoping you could come home and help get the house ready and do a little work around here while I take care of her. Two weeks at most is all I ask Lyle."

"Of course, grandpa! Just let me call my work and I'll get on the first plane there," Lyle said looking around for his suitcase.

"Thank you," Lyle could hear the relief in his voice, "Let me know when your flight leaves and I'll make sure to pick you up."

"Sure thing," Lyle said hanging up his phone after they said their goodbyes. He had been saving his vacation days since he never went anywhere. So when he called in to his boss. He was all the more willing and understanding as to why he needed the month off. He wanted to make sure that his grandmother was at least better if not healed before he came back home. However, he just didn't know how he was going to avoid his mother and sisters. Lyle never asked about them when he and his grandparents spoke every weekend. So he didn't know if they were still living in that town or not he so hoped they didn't. Making his last rounds around his home making sure everything was locked up as his cab pulled up to the curb.

Lyle saw his grandfather first pacing outside of the security gate then he saw her. His mother. Instantly, he felt his hatred flare. Lyle was tempted to turn back around and board the plane and head home. Yet he had given his word to his grandfather, and Lyle was a man of his word.

"I'm sorry Lyle. Once she learned I was coming to the airport she put two and two together," his grandfather said hanging his head.

"Why should you keep him secret from me. His mother!"

"Because I told him to," Lyle sneered at his mother, "You ever think why you haven't heard a word from me in five years," he said spitefully moving pass her hugging his grandfather. "Hows grandma? Is she doing better?" Lyle said ignoring his mother straightening out the strap of his bag.

"I don't know yet, they were taking her for an MRI when I came to get you," Brad said placing a hand on his grandson's shoulder.

"Well, you drop me off at your place and tell me what you need done and you get back to grandma," Lyle said feeling his mother's eyes burning holes into his back.

"Then I'll help you, Lyle," Marsha said moving up to his side. Lyle eyed his mother out the corner of his eye. She had cleaned up since the last time he saw her. He guessed taking every man in town to her bed had kept her fit.

"Hmph. Whatever," Lyle said brushing her off. Which to his ever enjoyment irked her to no end. He knew since she thought that since she had a body all the men in town were falling over to get that he -- her son -- would be enamored by it as well.

"Right now all I need you to do for now Lyle is split the logs that's been piling up since my gas powered splitter broke down. I'm to old to split all those logs myself," Brad said pulling into the gravel roundabout driveway.

"Sure thing," Lyle said grabbing his bag, "Do you want me to pigpen them too?"

"If you don't mind, and put the tarp over them since they're calling for rain later today," Brad said looking back at him.

"Don't worry about it I'll get it sorted for you," Lyle said smiling warmly at the one man he cared about in his family. Lyle whistled as he saw the task that awaited him. He knew his grandfather would burn through the entire stack that rose to chest high during the harsh winters. Not that he could blame his grandfather for staying in that northern most climate it was a beautiful country. It was the reason he had chosen to live in the mountains when he left home. It was the only place that reminded him of this place as he looked out upon those towering shadows in the far distance. However, it was summer and even that far north it could get rather hot in the daytime and chilly at night. So when Lyle's axe split his seventh log his shirt was showing the signs of the laborious work. Over the five years away working in the lumber mill Lyle's chest had filled out. So when his mother stood in the doorway of the basement sliding glass doorway. He didn't hear her curse as his shirt rose up his chest.

"Oh my! Fuck, when he get those!" Marsha cooed her eyes running down her son's scalped chest, as she held the the cool glasses of lemonade. "Lyle!" she called out as the door slid open. She watched as each muscle moved on it's own as the axe arched through the air. "I brought you something to drink," Marsha said hold out his drink for him. Lodging the axe head into the splitting stump before he reached out for his glass. Lyle stood with his back to her as his hazel eyes gazed out upon the landscape. He turned his head as he heard car doors slamming shut on the other side of the house.

"Mom!" Lyle scowled as he heard the voice of his eldest sister. "Mom!" Lyle huffed as he set down his glass he didn't see why now they cared they never have before when it came to their grandparents. The last he remembered they were to busy spreading their legs like their mother to notice them.

"Back here Darcie!" Marsha said walking towards the carport.

"So where is he?" Luice asked her aulburn hair held in a high bun due to her work at the local diner.

"Yeah, where's Lyle and who's that?" Darcie asked licking her lips as her eyes ran down the strangers muscular back.

"Right there," Marsha said pointing at Lyle as he placed another log on the stump.

"You're fucking with me that's can't be Lyle," Lucie said dumbfounded, "He's was a skiny brat when he ran away."

"I didn't run away that would imply I had a place to call home. You all made it a prison. So unlike you I took charge of my life and got the hell away from you," Lyle spat as he looked back at them. Luice and Darcie both gasped as their eyes ran down his chest. "So if you came here out of some twisted sense of family obligation. Thinking we'd get together and smile and drink tea. You can shove that somewhere I don't want to touch."

"I can still kic..." Darcie stopped in her tracks at his smirk and the strange ominous glint in his eye.

"Why don't the two of you go get mom's room sorted for when she comes home," Marsha said trying to quiet her daughters' anger, "Lyle, you may not like us, but we are still family," she said as the half log split into quarters.

"The moment we're family is the moment you all get down on your knees and suck me off like you've done for every man in town." The slap that followed echoed across the land as he turned to look at her.

"You. Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. Like. That!" Marsha said her chest swelled with her rage.

"Oh, am I suppose to pay you first before..." Lyle staggered to his right as his mother's fist landed on his jaw. Lyly didn't know his mother could throw a punch that well. "Oh, did I touch a nerve," Lyle said dodging another punch.

"I am not a proustite!" Marsha growled angrily.

"Oh, is that so," Lyle said wondering if he kept on if they would flee the house and leave him in peace. "Then why was it I saw every Tom, Dick and Harry fleeing our home, hmm? I know it wasn't for your baked goods." Marsha shoved him and shoved him until his back was forced up against the dried aged wood pile.

"You listen here!" Marsha said poking him in his taut pectoral muscle. She wouldn't admit it then but she could feel her slickness growing. "I am your mother you will speak in a pleasant manner or not at all. Mom, has had it rough the last few years and I don't need you adding to her stress."

"I always speak to grandma sweetly. Do you ever wonder why she never spoke to you about me? That she would keep my location secret from his own mother, hmm? They know about your and their assorted affairs with every man here. So don't speak to me as if you have some moral high ground with me," Lyle said brushing off her hand, "So unless you know," he said his eyes dipping down to his waist. "Then I think we have nothing more to say to one another."

"You can't be serious!" Marsha said aghast, yet the thought was so sinful it wouldn't leave her mind.

"Do or don't I don't care. I got work to do and you're slowing me down." Marsha looked deeply into her son's eyes seeing the seriousness of his words.

"You're not joking," Marsha said astonished that he would even think of a thing, "To feel my lips wrapped around your hard cock, is that what you want son?"

"Like I've said I don't care what you do Marsha," Lyle said his nose milometers away from hers, "Get to sucking or go bother your other children."

"Hmph!" Marsha snorted spinning on her heel marching towards her parents house.

"Good riddance," Lyle said loud enough for his mother to hear. Her auburn hair whipped to the side as her head snapped towards him. Her blue eyes narrowing as he shooed her off. She has never been spoken to so rudely before, to have her own son speak so ill of her. Then what if she did what he had suggested. Then he would have to speak more friendly to her wouldn't he? She may have done some things in his youth she wasn't about to suck her son off. She wasn't that horny to taste his manhood.

"You know," Marsha said as the split pieces of wood flew off the stump, "I don't suck tiny cocks like you got stuffed in those pants."

"Oh, is that what you think," Lyle said, "You'd be surprise by the monster I have," he said ominously with a smirk as he looked at his mother. How he took delight as she struggled to speak. "Now leave you're wasting daylight," Lyle said setting another log onto the stump.

Lyle breathed heavily as he looked at the wood pile, smiling to himself when he had worked through half of the logs his grandfather had cut. His chest and back glistened in sweat as he set about to pigpen the cut pieces of wood. As the tarp fluttered over the three towers of wood so they could dry out before being added to the main pile of seasoned wood. Glad he had got a good sold afternoon in to take care of the first hurdle. Tomorrow he knew was going to leave him sore. Unaware of the six pairs of eyes that stared down at him from the windows of the kitchen.

"You sure about this Mom?" Lucie asked unsure if what her mother had purposed was a bright idea.

"That boy has already opened the door telling me to drop and suck his cock. The audacity to think he would even suggest something like that to me! So here's what's going to happen," Marsha growled as the storm clouds rolled in.

Steam rolled over the top of the shower rail as Lyle washed himself clean of that sticky satly sweat. However, as he looked down scowling at what he was going to do with the ten inch protrusion before him. He didn't want them to think he was doing something in the bathroom. Lyle didn't want that in their minds. Yet he also didn't want them to see his tented up towel when he left the guest bathroom either. So there was only one thing he could do. Masturbate.

"Aha!" Darcie yelled surprising Lyle while her mother and Lucie stood beside her. "Dear God!"

"Holy! Fucking! Shit!" Lucie stared at her brother's cock.

"Sweet mother of Jesus!" Marsha said in awe. Well, since they thought to interrupt his shower Lyle thought it was only right they get punished for it. Turning to them Lyle smirked evilly shooting his load across his mother's and sister's chests.

"Maybe that will teach you not to intrude upon me when I'm in the shower," Lyle said snatching the curtain closed as his spunk soaked into their shirts.

"Did you see that thing?!" Lucie asked in wonder as the three of them stood in their bras in the basement wanting for the washer to stop.

"It was so big!" Darcie said drooling. Marsha didn't say a word she knew what she was going to do. She was going to suck that cock. A cock that she has never seen the likes of before. She had already contemplated on it before they surprised her son in the shower. Now it was a definite that cock would sit in her mouth, maybe she could get him to let her sit on it. Shaking her head at the thought that would probably be pushing it.

Darcie and Lucie were to caught up admiring there brother's cock to notice that Marsha had snuck up the stairs. Her 36B breasts bounced as she walked softly towards the guest bedroom Lyle had commandeered. She knew her daughters would have figured out by now where she had gotten to. She didn't care she wanted that cock. Lyle turned arcing an eyebrow as his mother opened his door. Marsha didn't say a word as the door closed behind her. Marsha placed a finger on her son's lips as she sank down the length of his naked body. Marsha glanced up at her son hating that smirk on his lips.

"If I do this you'll speak kinder to me, yes?" Marsha said staring at her son's soft cock.

"If you're asking if I won't call you a whore, then yes," Lyle said his eyes flashed devilishly, "But that is the extent of it, so it's your choice Marsha to suck or not to suck," he said standing there tossing his damp towel onto the bed.

"What of your sisters?"

"The same thing applies to them," Lyle said wishing to get this over with, "Well, it's not going to suck itself."

"Fine, no more of this calling me a proustite," Marsha said reaching out grasping his cock. She could feel her heart in her throat. She didn't know where Lyle got such a big cock from, seeing how she couldn't remember who his father was. Actually, she couldn't remember who the father of each of her children were. Yet she would have remembered sleeping with someone with such a large tool. No matter how many men she had took to her bed. Marsha fought herself from salivating as his cock heated open in her hand.

She licked her lips as his crown near her awaiting mouth. Her tongue twirled around his soft rod as her head rocked back and forth. Slowly, her son's cock started to grow in her mouth. Marsha had to place her hands on his hips to steady herself as that ten inch rod fully extended itself. 'God! This cock, I fucking love it!', she thought to herself as it poked the back of her throat. Marsha glanced down as three inch had remained untouched by her mouth. How she wanted those last three inches down her throat, yet she was never a good deepthroater. Whenever she tried her gag reflex kicked in, however, that was with a dildo not a lovely cock like Lyle's. "So... how is your mother's blow job?" Marsha asked looking up at him as she licked up the back of his cock.

"I've had better," Lyle said shrugging his shoulders. He knew it would piss her off.

"If I get you off, then you have to fuck me," Marsha said narrowing her eyes. She could already feel her soaked panties saturating her pants. "And you'll have to call me Mom. I don't like how you say my name."

"Oh, since when has this been open to negotiation?"

"Since I have your cock in my mouth, and I'll bite the damn thing off! However, you could just agree and fuck me and be done with it," Marsha growled she desperately wanted to feel that cock deep within her cunt.

"Or not," Lyle said slipping his cock out of his mother's grip, "However, you did suck it so I keep my word," he said wiping her saliva off of his appendage.

"No!" Marsha said rushing to her feet and pushing her son backwards onto the bed, "I'm going to get you off!" she said causing Lyle to arch an eyebrow at her eagerness. She didn't give her son a chance to object as she swallowed his root. It was true what he had said about her, she had mostly slept her way through the town; and she wasn't about to allow this chance to ride such a rarity to pass her by. She didn't care if they were related it wasn't like she could get pregnant anymore. She had that taken care of that when she had Lyle. Marsha knew he was lying about her blow job. She could feel his cock twitching ready to release his load. Her blue eyes flashed hungrily knowing she was going to taste a man's cum for the first time in five years. Since word had spread about her reputation she hasn't had a partner since Lyle moved away. It was the same with her daughters. Marsha wasn't about to allow his cock to get away from her. "Mmm!" Marsha moaned around his shaft as his seed flooded her mouth.

"Mom!" Lucie cried out holding Marsha's shirt in her hand. How her jealousy roared as her brother's big thick cock left her mother's lips. Luice growled as she saw the drop of cum hanging off the corner of Marsha's lip.

"Lucie!" Marsha raced down the hall after her daughter the taste of her son's sperm still on her tongue.

"You fucking sucked his cock Mom!" Lyle heard his sister scream from the other side of the house.

"What! Mom, you didn't?!" Darcie's voice soon joined in. Lyle just rolled his eyes as he got dress. He honestly didn't think she'd do it in the first place. However, that didn't necessarily mean he was going to fuck her. He wasn't that desperate for sex. Yet a depraved, evil, conniving thought crossed his mind. What if he could get her to beg for it? To practically throw herself at him for a chance to ride his monster. Wouldn't that be the ultimate revenge? To make his mother and sisters lust after his rod?

"You've both have seen it I'm not..." Lyle chuckled as his mother's voice dipped to low for him to hear as his shirt slid down his chest. He so was going to enjoy this. As he contemplated on how to go about this. Lyle heard the house phone ring at the other end of the hallway.

"Lyle! Grandpa, wants to talk with you," Lucie's voice echoed down the corridor as he heard her walking down the hallway with the cordless handset. "Can I come in?" Lucie asked softly knowing on the door.

"Hey Grandpa," Lyle said taking the phone from Lucie who shadowed his every move.

"Hey boy," Lyle smiled at the nickname his grandfather had given him when he was seven, "How is the wood pile looking?"

"Oh, about halfway done should have it done in a day or two depends on how long it rains. How's grandma doing? Did the MRI show anything?" Lyle asked peering over his shoulder seeing his sister standing far to close for his liking.

"That's why I'm calling. She has a blood clot in her brain the doctors are going to operate on it in the next few days if the drugs don't dissolve it by then. You don't mind staying there by yourself? It wouldn't feel right leaving her here alone."

"Of course not. You just tell me what needs done and I'll see if I can get most of it done by the time the two of you get home," Lyle said his muscles tensing up as he felt his sister's hand on his ass.

"You're a good son you know that."

"Well, you two are good parents," Lyle said lovingly to his grandfather. Nodding as Brad listed off the things that needed to get done before end of their short summer ended, and it grew to cold to work long hours outside. All the while he felt Lucie's hand slip around his waist running along his stomach seeking to slip into his pants before being smacked.

"Owie!" Lucie said in a child-like voice as she shook her hand, "Why did you do that for!" she pouted as Lyle put his fingers to his lips.

"Oh, and Lyle?"

"Yeah, grandpa?"

"I barbequed a boar a day before this all happened so there's plenty in the freezer if you want some and your grandmother made her sause too."

"Awesome!" Lyle said joyously. It's been to long since he had some of his grandfather's barbeque. "Okay, tell grandma I said hello when she wakes up."

"I just did, she's smiling like a fool," Lyle heard Bettie's -- his grandmother -- infectious laugher. "Okay son, I'll call if anything changes."

"Now, let me see it Lyle!" Lucie said pressing herself up against her brother.

"No."

"B-but you let Mom suck you off," Lucie pouted pumping up her ruby hued lower lip. Lyle wondered if all that make-up she wore actually got her more tips at the diner she worked, and that tight fitting shirt that showed off her breasts. Though Lyle thought it had more to do with the mini skirt she was wearing.

"She did that so I'd stop calling her a whore to her face," Lyle said, everytime he tried to move around her his sister blocked him and he was rather hungry, "So do you want me to stop calling you a whore too?" Lyle was going to have to be faster to dodge their slaps or his face was going to be covered in bruises by the time he went home. "You know Marsha marched off too, but she did drop to her knees," Lyle said wickedly as Lucie stalked angrily towards the door.

"So Lyle what did Dad want?" Marsha asked as he entered the kitchen.

"Grandma, has a blood clot on her brain so he's going to be staying there until it pass or until they have to operate," Lyle said as he opened the freezer. His eyes falling of the gallon filled zip lock bags that filled up the freezer. Even in the cold he could smell the delicious smoke his grandfather used to smoke the wild pig. Yet he didn't see the shared looks the three women shared between them as he looked for his grandmother's famous sauce.

"Lyle, does that mean you'll be here all alone until then," Marsha asked walking up to him tapping his shoulder pointing to the masonry jar on the door shelve. Her mother had taken to making large batches and canning it so her father and whomever was over would always have some of her famous sauce. Yet as Lyle turned around his mother stood far to close to his liking.

"Yeah," Lyle said, "Unless they're ghost here."

"Well, we'll be back," Darcie said nodding to Lucie, "These work clothes are killing me," she said offhandedly getting up from her seat. Lucie cast her brother a look before slipping out the door behind her older sister.

"Here. Let me help you Lyle," Marsha said sweetly her hand brushing along his rod as she turned. Standing on her tiptoes (not that she had to she just wanted to show off her ass to her son), opening the cabinet grabbing the beige microwavable bowl. "Here," Marsha said bashfully, "So how's your life been for the past five years?" she asked as she stood against the counter behind him as she watched her son preparing his meal.

"Great! Now that I don't constantly have what money I make stolen out from under me, just to support your and their nighttime activities," Lyle said as nicely as he could, while his fingers drummed waiting on the microwave to stop. He could feel his mouth watering at the smell of that succulent barbeque filled the air. His stomach rumbled announcing it to longed to taste that juicy boar.

"So where actually do you call home now?" Marsha asked over the beeping of the microwave.

"Somewhere far from here," Lyle said. He so wasn't about to tell her that.

"Well, do you have a girlfriend or fiancée? I mean I would like to know if I have a grandchild or not. Don't you think I deserve to know at least that?" Marsha asked.

"What makes you think I would tell you if I had a child or not?" Lyle asked darkly, "Do you think that I would subject my child to you or them?" he asked he didn't but the fact remained the only ones he would tell were his grandparents.

"Please Lyle, can't we at least speak civilly with one another?" Marsha pleaded.

"I thought I was," Lyle said drizzling the barbeque sauce over his two sandwiches. "Now where are... aha!" he said grinning happily at the bag of chips that he couldn't find anywhere but there.

"Well, can't you at least tell me how old he or she is?"

"I don't have a kid, Marsha," Lyle said walking across the room grabbing a clean glass. Looking out the window over the sink seeing the start of the rainstorm his grandfather had warned him about earlier that day.

"So why all that attitude if you don't have a kid, Lyle?" Marsha huffed irritably, "And I thought we agreed you would call me Mom."

"To piss you off, why else? No, that would require both parties liking the deal. I agreed to no such thing and the same goes for me fucking you," Lyle said grabbing his plate.

"We're back!" Darcie called out as Lyle washed his plate and the bowl. "Well, how do we look?" she asked.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Lyle asked arching an eyebrow at their skimpy attire.

"Don't you dare say it!" Lucie said red faced looking away as her brother's eyes ran down her body. She and her sister had opted for loose tank tops and mini skirts that ended just below their ass cheeks. Plus the bag of clothes in the trunk of her car for the days they would have their grandparents place to themselves.

"Alright," Lyle said shrugging walking off to the basement stairs where he could relax without having to deal with his family.

"What?" Marsha said blushing as he looked back at her, "It's warm down there."

"Huh uh," Lyle said rolling his eyes. He knew she was up to something. His mother was far to quiet while he ate. Unaware that Darcie had handed her her own mini skirt.

"How about we play some pool, huh? We haven't done that since you still lived here. How about it little bro," Darcie said sashaying over to Lyle drawing his attention while their mother slipped into the laundry room. "Want to be my partner?"

"Nope," Lyle said moving off towards the recliner only to be blocked by Lucie.

"Of course, he doesn't. Not when he would rather have me as his partner," Lucie said dragging him by the hips into her, making his groin rub against her bud.

"Hardly Lucie," Marsha said standing on the landing that transected the laundry room, stairwell and the main living space of the bathroom. "He wants the best pool player here and that's me," she said cocking out her hip.

"Fine!" Luice pouted, "We get first break then."

"Hey now! I haven't said I'm playing," Lyle growled annoyingly.

"Oh, I think you will Lyle," Marsha said swaying her hips as she approached his side, "There are three of us and one of you. Even if you have those hard earn muscles," she said running her hand along his chest. "You can't overpower three women standing this close to you. So drop the attitude and come enjoy the game with us," Marsha whispered wantonly into his ear.

"You won't regret it," Darcie whispered hungrily into his ear.

"I already do," Lyle sighed.

"Good. Then we can get started," Lucie said dragging her brother by his pants towards the cue rack. "Which one do you want? I already know which one I want," she said hungrily grabbing Lyle's jewels.

"That's not a proper cue for you Lucie, but one perfectly suited for me," Darcie said batting her sister's hand away getting her own feel of her brother.

"Says you! I know that fat cock will fit nicely in my mouth or cunt," Lucie said standing on her toes her lips brushing against his as she stared into his eyes.

"Hmph! Not going to happen Lucie," Lyle said reaching for the cue he had used for most of his life.

"Of course not! Not when he enjoy my blow job," Marsha said nodding as Lyle moved across the room, "He's agreed to fuck me first so no more arguing."

"I have not! You just wish I let you ride the monster," Lyle said chumming the waters, "You only sucked me off so I'd stop calling a you know what."

"What now?" Darcie asked as her mother stared at Lyle as he leaned against the load bearing post. Her green eyes went wide as Lucie whispered in her ear. "You didn't!"

"What? You act like that I'm going to call you one," Lyle said glancing up as he chalked his cue.

"Well, then shall we play," Lucie said racking the balls in the shape of a diamond for a game of nine ball.

"I'll break," Darcie said walking to the head of the table, "You're okay with that right sis?"

"Mmmhmm," Lucie said leaning over the table knowing how her tank top fell open letting her brother see her bra less breasts.

"Well then, how about we spice this game up then?" Marsha asked walking around her eldest daughter to stand in front of her son, "How about we play strip pool? The losers have to take off a piece of clothing each. I'm sure you won't mind that Lyle? Seeing how you won't get hard seeing us naked, hmm?" Marsha asked turning around rubbing her ass against his groin as she peered behind her. "Don't you like that ass baby? Feel how soft it is rubbing against that cock," she purred, "Why don't you just take it out and slip it into my hot cunt," Marsha whispered sensuously.

"Mom, I think he wants someone a little bit younger," Darcie smirked as she leaned over the pool table making her short skirt ride up her ass. Showing off her taut ass to her brother. "I'm sure he'll like a twenty-nine-year old pussy better then a forty-five one," Darcie smirked as the cue ball rushed forward striking the balls perfectly causing six of them to be pocketed, "Well, it seems we're going to win this match," she said noticing how the cue ball rolled to a stop in front of Lyle. Darcie glanced at her sister evilly.

"My turn," Lucie giggled as she walked around the table, "Shoo!" she said waving her mother away. "Going somewhere?" Lucie asked the but end of her cue striking the pillar stopping Lyle from moving, "Good," she said her eyes flashing hungrily. "Get ready to lose little brother," Lucie said, bending over showing of her naked snatch to Lyle before leaning back pressing her ass against him, "Nine ball corner pocket," she said, lightly striking the cue ball hitting the side of the four ball before knocking the nine ball into the pocket. "So how does that pussy heat feel like Lyle?" Luice asked over her shoulder smiling wickedly, "Well strip!"

"I guess we need to show our brother that he's not going to win a game," Darcie said glancing over at their mother as she tossed her shirt on the couch, "Though I think we need to let them win once or twice we don't want to see Mom naked," she whispered into her sister's ear.

Lucie shook her head as Lyle's socks went flying across the room, "No, I don't care if Mom is naked I want to see Lyle," she whispered directing Darcie to rack as she took up the position at the head of the table. "Lyle, brother, are you ready to get naked?" Lucie asked with a smirk. Lyle didn't know it, but since his departure and the lack of entrainment within the town. If it wasn't drinking, fucking or working there really wasn't much to do in that northernmost town. So since most of the towns men had shunned them she and her sister and mother had spent the past five years shooting pool in their grandparents basement. "Well?" Lucie said standing there smugly as she had cleared the table in one shot.

"Lyle, you can look if you want," Marsha said unhooking her bra.

"No, no, not that," Darcie said in a tsk tsk voice, "Lose those," she said sucking her lip pointing at his pants.

"Wait, isn't it my decision on which piece of clothing I take off?" Lyle asked standing defiant.

"Not in this game," Marsha said shaking her head she too wanted those pants off, "The winners get to chose."

"I refuse," Lyle said crossing his arms. He was going to do it he was just going to make them work for it.

"Then it's two pieces of clothing if you don't follow what the winner says," Lucie said lustfully stalking towards him.

"Fine!" Lyle said feigning his annoyance. So far they were falling perfectly into his plan. It was plain as day they wanted to fuck him. He wonder how long he could string them along. "There happy," Lyle said tossing his pants onto the recliner.

"Oh yes," Darcie said noticing her brother's bulge in it's soft state.

"Lyle? How can you wear underwear with that beast?" Lucie asked licking her chops racking the balls for another set. She wanted to see it again and she knew she could get it hard. Then it was a matter of an accidental thrust backwards to send his cock deep inside her.

"Easy," Lyle said reaching down as Darcie peered at him posed ready to break another set, "I just do this," he said looking directly at his eldest sister as he moved his cock to the inner thigh of his right leg. "Oh, that's a penalty," Lyle said smiling wickedly as the tip of Darcie's cue struck the corner of cue ball, "Our turn," he said shooing his sister off.

"Lyle?" Marsha cooed sweetly, "Would you like for me to break?" she asked seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. "I'll promise to win if you'll let me touch it," Marsha whispered wantonly into his ear as she pressed her chest into him.

"Fine," Lyle said moving off to the side which caused his sisters to swarm to his side.

"Lyle," Darcie's hot breath flowed over his skin as her nose nuzzled his neck, "I'll suck that cock if you want. I'll do it right here just to show you I can do it better."

"No! He'll let me do it before you," Lucie said jerking him away from her sister, "You liked how my pussy felt didn't you?" she asked pressing her breasts against him.

"You're going to lose," Lyle said pointing to the table noticing how only the nine ball remained.

"Lyle, sweetheart did you like how my breasts dangled over the table?" Marsha asked chalking up her cue while her eyes dipped low.

"For a woman your age they're rather firm," Lyle said studying the table, calculating his shot he wasn't about to lose.

"Oh, is that so," Marsha said moving up to his side reaching down her fingers running over his tool, "Then maybe you'll like to use them with that cock of yours?" she asked flashing her daughters a smile at their upturned faces.

"Nine ball side pocket," Lyle said watched as Darcie jumped as the ball struck the back of the pocket forcefully, "Loose the tops," he said looking down at his mother's hand. "Dont you think you've touched it enough?"

"Nope!" Marsha said shaking her head vehemently.

"I think you have," Darcie said her 38C breasts bouncing as she cocked out her hip. Her moan rippled through her mind as she saw her brother root growing. "Well, come on and rack I want to win this thing."

"Want me to break or rack?" Marsha asked breathing heavily into his ear as his rod grew against her palm.

"Break," Lyle said walking to the ball return of the pool table. He knew must tables aren't like his grandparents these days, yet the table was older then his own mother was.

"Oh, do you like it when she touches you little brother?" Darcie asked reaching around grasping his semi awoken tool, "Or do you like it when your older sister does it, hmm?" she asked lustfully tugging on his earlobe as she stroked her brother as he fought to properly a line the balls.

"No fair!" Lucie said her 32D breasts jiggled as she crossed her arms, "Lyle, why can't I touch it?" she pouted sticking out her lower lip.

"Fine," Lyle said, in a long drawn out sigh letting his sister think she had won, "Well, go on touch," he said, hanging up the rack as his nearly hard rod strained against the cotton fabric of his underwear.

"Oh Lyle, doesn't it hurt?" Lucie cooed as her hand traveled down the length of his shaft.

"A little bit," Lyle admitted.

"Baby I'll..." Marsha begun to say out to be cut to the core by her daughter's cold stare.

"You've already sucked him off," Lucie said feeling a wet spot form as her brother's pre-cum oozed out, "Let someone else have a taste," she said, wetting her thumb in her brother's cum before cleaning it off. "Well, how about we just slip it out that way you won't think we're trying to win," Lucie said slipping her hand through the slit, "See now isn't that better? You don't have to be in pain anymore," she said staring hungrily at Lyle's cock.

"Oh, my shot," Lyle said, trying not to notice how his cock was bouncing every which way as he walked. This certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he thought up this plan of his, yet it was getting results and that's all that mattered to him.

"Lyle, baby, you know if you sink this shot we win right," Marsha whispered her lips brushing her ear, "The only thing the girls have left is their skirts. Wouldn't you like to see their cute little cunts? Since they only want to watch you parade around with your cock out. They have no wish for you to see them naked. They think you'll faltered and be stripped naked. I, however, will let you see my pussy as much as you want sweetheart. You can even bend me over right here after we win and fuck me with that cock," Marsha said reaching out stroking her son's cock as coating her fingers in his pre-cum causing Lyle to hit the cue ball to hard and earn a scratch.

"You did that on purpose," Lyle said looking over at his mother.

"What?! Who me? I would never!" Marsha said feigning innocence, while she licked her fingers clean.

"This game is good as ours," Darcie said plucking the cue ball out of the return tray and winking at her mother.​