Title: Change Of Life
Keywords: MF, Mf, mF, teen, mat, cheat, mc, mdom, fdom, inc, mom, son, dad, daughter, spank, voy
Author: Caesar
Summary: Menopause changes mom and her daughter tries to take advantage of the situation.





A beautiful lady named Psyche
Is loved by a fellow named Ikey.
        One thing about Ike
        The lady can't like
Is his prick, which is dreadfully spikey.

 
Change Of Life

by Caesar, copyright 2007

$Revision: 1.1 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 09:44:59 $

Being the first time in months that his wife Sara had not been
complaining about the many symptoms of her change of life Darren
thought to take the opportunity to reach beneath the covers of the bed
towards her in an inviting way.  It had not been possible to even
think about sex during much of the last year - from the complaints of
back and joint pains to the depression and fatigue and not to forget
vaginal bleeding, dryness and her constant urge to urinate.

That is not to say that before the start of her menopause climateric
period she was openly inviting about marital matters - she always
seemed to grit her teeth and give in to her husbands demands, and then
rarely more than once in a month.

Darren was pleased when she didn't immediately push his hand away and
ignore him as she would have done before her menopause had started,
but instead turned onto her back, head turning to face him.  She wore
this small calm smile that was something new in these last weeks -
soft and inviting, calm.

The hand went from her hip over her soft rounded stomach and up to her
softly hanging breasts beneath her cotton nightie.  When she still had
not dismissed or chastised her husband, as he more than half expected
her too, Darren carefully leaned forwards and kissed his wife who
responded in kind.

This was enough of an invitation to the sex-starved man!

The kiss quickly turned passionate, Darren edging over to lay along
his wife's side, his hand returning down to slip beneath the hem of
her nightie.  Sara spread her knees and sighed as the experienced
fingers easily found her excited enlarged clitoris, her outer labia
barely containing the heat and moisture.

He saw little need for foreplay now, and a part of him was worried
that to linger would give his wife time for have another mood swing
that would ruin this moment, so he anxiously rolled over between his
wife's thighs and pulled his hard penis above the elastic of his
pyjama bottoms.

Sara sighed loudly as her husband sunk within her body, her back
arching up and her feet raising and hooking into the backs of her
husbands hairy thighs.  Her hands fondling his short greying hair on
his head and his rounded shoulders, moaning loudly and with obvious
pleasure.

Darren gasped at the heat radiating through the sex of his wife - not
remembering her ever being this hot, this wet in their life.  His hard
cock throbbed with pleasure as his hips began the erotic dance of
driving in and out of his wife's flesh.  His lips moved back to hers,
finding her tongue anxious and willing.

God it felt so good, Darren thought to himself as he slowed down his
movements else this nights pleasure would end before he wanted it too.
His wife was making incredible noises - sloppy sounds from between
their legs, flesh on flesh of their thighs, groin and stomach region
and of course the moans and passionate heavy breathing.  She was
hotter than he can ever remember.

After the first child, the woman that he had married seemed to endure
the marriage bed, the act of sex a necessary evil and did it like a
convict going to the gas chamber.  The woman beneath him was totally
different - almost as if she liked sex, as crazy as that sounds.  Sure
he may be just dramatizing the moment - ecstatic at the simple marital
act that it clouded his judgement.

Darren began to feel the blood pressure rise as the inevitable began
to approach - his own heavy body was hot and coated with sweat, his
breathing laboured and his cock aching for release.  If anything, his
wife was thrusting her sex into him as hard as he was pressing
downwards, this delicious feeling caused the expected reaction and
rising lust inside the pleased forty seven year old man.

His orgasm came minutes after mounting, shoving his penis as deep as
it would go within the hot wet body of his wife, pumping again and
again his abundant seed.  Sara clung to her husband as he did this and
he thought he felt her sex flutter while the muscles in her body were
tense as they desperately held on for the ride.

If he had not known his wife for all these years, he would have
thought she was climaxing along with him.

 -*-

Jason thought his dad was in an uncharacteristic mood - his parents
usually distant and unemotional at the best of times.  As cold as this
sounds the sixteen year old boy really did not mind this so much, as
he was left alone to do what he wanted.

Dad took up from his half-read paper, his brief case in the other
hand, as he leaned in to kiss his wife as she put the final touches on
her children's breakfast.  Both their children watched a little
surprised - the moment broken when Cindy made a disgusted sound and
dad turned and left, whistling a tune from before either of his
children were even born.

Mom was in a good mood too, thought Cindy, god, they probably did it
last night, she realized!  It was a thought that caused the twenty one
year old to shiver in disgust.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

Jason took a deep breath for courage and rushed his words to get his
request out, "Can Jim and I go to the scifi convention after school
tonight?"

Cindy smiled, knowing the abuse that was coming.  Sure it was Friday
so there was no school tomorrow but her mother was anything but
compromising.

Before Sara could answer, her son thought to add nervously, "We will
be home before eleven and his dad will drop us off?"

"That sounds fun honey."  Cindy did a double take, shocked at what she
had heard.

Jason, though, having anticipated her denial, "It is perfectly safe
mom and a couple of the guys from school will be there so... what did
you say mom?"

She turned from the counter with a bowl of porridge in each hand, "You
should go Jason, you love science fiction right?"

He nodded dumbly - his sister sitting open mouthed in shock as well.

The bowls were set before each of her children before mother returned
to her seat, her mug of tea no longer steaming hot.  Mom frowned for a
second, causing her daughter to think, 'here it comes'.  "Remind me
before you leave honey and I'll give you twenty dollars for something
to eat."

You could have hit Cindy with a hammer, the affect would not have been
any less.  For Jason the reality of going to the convention and not
having to argue with his mom to let him go caused his joy to overflow.

The boy jumped up from his untouched breakfast and yelped for joy -
rushing to his room.  Sara jumped at the shout and tried to catch her
youngest child's attention before he left the room so as to finish his
breakfast but it was no use, he was gone before she had a chance.

Cindy just sat that, surprise becoming overshadowed by suspicion.  Dad
must have really done a number on her, the girl thought, no longer
with her earlier disgust.  If the old lady was this easy after a good
screw then dad should give it to her every night, thought her daughter
with malicious intent.

"Whats up mom?"  She masked her normal hostile tone - she and her
mother could barely say two words together without some kind of
argument starting.

Sara sipped her luke-warm tea and turned towards her daughter, "What
do you mean Cindy?"

Cindy opened her mouth to venomously spout her confusion at her mother
but before the first syllable came out she instead asked, "I have been
meaning to ask something important mom?"

Sara put her mug down, giving her daughter her full attention.

Cindy was encouraged by this openness and continued, making up shit as
she spoke, "Most everyone is using an iPod now at school mom - you
know, to review lessons and for podcasts and stuff."

"What is a iPod dear?"

Normally, at this point, her mom would have given her a dirty
suspicious look and turned away without further word.  So Cindy felt
only enthused encouragement, "It is like a tape recorder mom - to
listen to stuff."

Sara nodded as if she understood, but of course Cindy knew that she
didn't.

"It is a little expensive mom and I was hoping you and dad would help
me buy one?  You know, for my grades I mean."

Cindy held her breath, ready for the denial and anger to spout fourth
from the old woman, but instead, "Of course dear, if it is something
you need."

The twenty one year old nearly fell to the floor in shock - not only
was this so out of character but it also meant she was finally getting
an iPod!  Her father had promised it to her if her grades got better,
as a present for the end of the spring term - but this was much
better!

 -*-

Darren felt magnificent - holding himself up onto his hands and knees
as he pumped himself in and out of his wife with such vigour and
stamina that he was proud of himself.

Not only that, but Sara was acting like she was really into this -
shoving her hips back at him, moaning and gasping with desire.  All
the while her sex was practically flowing with the juice of her
excitement, felt like hot molten metal clenching and squeezing his
throbbing penis.

Was there ever a time she had acted like this - so passionate, so
enthusiastic?

Those huge breasts, hanging to either side of her chest, was bouncing
around deliciously - her curvy soft calves and thighs smooth and warm
as they rubbed all over his ass and thighs.

When was the last time both of them had been naked in bed together, he
thought with barely contained pleasure?

Darren wanted this ride to last forever - fearing that the woman that
he had known most of their marriage would return with a cold shrug and
distant uninterested look.

Leaning over he took one of those wildly dancing nipples into his
mouth, so hard and wrinkled and probably sensitive as his wife hissed
when he sucked her hard into the back of his mouth.  Sara's hands came
around to grasp the sides of her own generous bosom, pressing the
abundant flesh together, offering the other free nipple towards the
hungry mouth of her husband.

It was enough and Darren felt the tightening of his balls, the way his
hard penis seemed to enlarge with anticipation.  In that very second
Sara screamed out and froze, her sex like a vise upon his manhood
holding it deep within her.  The realization that she was climaxing,
there being no mistaken the signs this time, was enough to push him
over the edge.

Darren groaned like some kind of animal and let his penis pump its
seed deep into his climaxing wife.  It was, without a doubt, the first
time in their marriage that there had been no sexual politics, no
stress or bullshit leading up to this coupling and that, more than the
orgasm, left Darren pleasantly shocked.

 -*-

Mom handed over the bills without a break in her soft pleasing smile.
Cindy takes the two hundred dollars quickly, else her mom may come out
of this giving nature she had found the last couple of days, and
shoved it into her pants.

Jason sat watching this transaction in surprise.  Cindy had come into
the kitchen just after his pleased father had left, leaving another
kiss on his wife's cheek and a playful pinch on her bottom.  She had
not taken a pause before asking for money from their mother for some
new clothing she wanted to buy.

Mom had said, "Of course dear", before retrieving her purse.

It was all so surreal.

Cindy gave her younger brother a spiteful smile and rushed from the
house - going shopping with her new found riches, her new iPod in her
left hand.

The pancakes finished, Sara stood to take her plate back to the sink
and asked pleasantly, "Is there anything else you want honey?"

It wasn't until that moment that Jason realized that he had always
been scared of his mom - the strict, unflinching, cold parent.  But
something was different with her now and because of that dad and Cindy
have been acting strange as well.  "I would love another pancake mom?"
The words came out without thinking and when he noticed the batter
bowl soaking in the sink and that more pancakes meant mixing a whole
new batch, he balked and was about to verbally retreat in his request.

She turned to her son with a smile, "Can you really eat more young
man?"

He was too afraid to speak and instead nodded.  Jason was almost
always hungry - his allowance going for food when it wasn't used on
games for his computer.

Mom chuckled and began to clean the bowl and mix the necessary
ingredients.  Jason watched relieved and thrilled at this willingness
in his mom to give in with this not-so-little request.

When she opened the fridge, pulling out the cartoon of eggs, she
cursed, "oh shoot", a bare second before the carton hits the tiled
floor.  Those were the last of the eggs - which meant, no more
pancakes.

Beginning to wonder if he should help clean up the broken eggs,
knowing that mere days before she would have snapped at him to do just
that, his mom gets down on her hands and knees, using the paper towel
to mope up the mess.  This did something that surprised him, causing
him to freeze and stare unconsciously.  Mother's bathrobe had billowed
open at the top and her large soft white breasts were right there
dangling a meter away from his innocent eyes.

It was the first breast flesh that he had ever witnessed in real life
- the photos and movies he loved to download on the Internet not
counting.  He had even seen his mother, and sister, in various stages
of dress - frequently finding a creative way to see either of them in
their underwear.  This had been a great source of pleasure for him but
seeing his mother's bare chest right that moment, so close, so real,
was totally breathtaking.  The flesh was so white, so soft and smooth
looking.  They were also larger than he imagined, hanging and dancing
below her shoulders with the dark nipples at the bottom nearly to the
floor.

Jason quickly crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.

The movement caught his mother's eye and she looked up from her
kneeling position, her eyes immediately registering where her son
looked.  She starred down beneath her to notice how exposed she was
and chuckled softly.

"Oh honey!"  Mom sat back onto her heels, one breast hanging exposed
still, the dark brown wide nipple so wide and so inviting.  Slowly,
but not obviously so, Sara closed her robe and refastened the sash
about her navel.  "If you want to see mommy's boobs, you just have to
ask!"

Jason was so shocked at this calmly spoken statement that he stood up
and rushed from the room in a stooped embarrassing manner, his hands
over his bulging pyjama bottoms.

 -*-

Sara was acting as if crazed with lust - her eyes rolling back into
her head, her hands all over her own breasts, her voluptuous body
bouncing again and again above her husbands lap.  Darren just watched,
thrilled and pleased, his hands freely roaming over her thighs, hips
and up to her heavy breasts.  She seemed in seventh heaven - bouncing
rhythmically up and down his hard shaft.  Perhaps just after they were
married they had tried this position, she doing it out of duty but
obviously embarrassed to be 'on show', as she had called it - that
they never did it again.

Since he was able to simply lay there and allow Sara to do all the
work, Darren for the first time thought what could have gotten into
his wife - acting like this?  Some guys would have suggested their
wife was having an affair, the increased libido showing its affects in
the marriage bed.  But Darren could not believe that, no one would
have put up with his frumpy little wife until recently.  Hell, just
this last year she was near-impossible to live with - the change and
all!

Perhaps that was it, he thought for the first time, her menopause had
just completed and in some way caused some change within her?

And what a change, Darren thought, besides she obviously enjoyed sex
for the first time in their life?

 -*-

Dad seemed a little distant this Sunday morning and Jason whispered a
silent thank-you when the old man stood to go golfing, not even
kissing his wife's cheek goodbye as he had the last couple of
mornings.

Since the day before Jason has been unable to think of anything else
but those big sexy pale breasts, his mother's words echoing again and
again in his head.  So enthralled was he that he locked himself in his
room and masturbated again and again, shamelessly tugging on his penis
until it was almost raw from friction and use.

He watched her closely now, even as dad had sat in silence eating his
breakfast, drinking his tea and reading his typical morning paper -
the Sunday Times being the thickest of the week.  From the curve of
her waist to the flair of her hips - his eyes always drawn to her
chest, as those big sexy boobs moved deliciously beneath the same
bathrobe as the day before.

Mom sits with her plate of eggs and bacon and picks up her fork, her
son watching her almost hypnotically.  "Mom?"  Sara pauses and looks
at her son pleasantly, "Will you show me your boobs please?"

The voice was cracked, rushed, obviously nervous.  Jason had fantasied
again and again about this moment - her offer being taken up.  In his
fantasies the result is different each time, most fading off into the
nirvana of climax.  He was trembling like a leaf waiting for her
reaction - scared and excited all at the same time.

Sara blinked twice and set down her fork, looking not surprised in the
least at the question after being leered at for nearly twenty minutes.
"Of course honey."  Her hands untied the belt and pressed the robe
wide to either side of her chest before turning her attention to her
breakfast.

Jason sat there in total utter amazement - shocked and thrilled.
Across the table sat his mother completely bare in the front.  Her
huge breasts moved slightly as she forked her food and ate, dancing
just minutely before her, his eyes missing nothing.

Sara even smiled at her youngest boy, almost encouragingly, but Jason
did not look anywhere but those fat gorgeous udders.  He gasped when
he realized that the nipples were tightening and extending right
before his very eyes.

That was it - he was ready to explode in his pants, the realization
threat enough for him to jump up and rush from the room in a stooped
embarrassing manner, not so different than the day before.  Sara
chuckled softly, knowingly and moved to close her robe.

Cindy chose that time to enter, frowning and looking over her shoulder
at her hastily departing brother.  When her face turned back towards
the table and saw that her mom was tying her belt again she stopped in
her tracks.  "Whats up with Jason mom?"

The answer was the last thing she ever expected her mother to say, "He
has a hard-on from looking at my bare boobs."  The forty five year old
woman chuckled with pride-filled pleasure and took up her fork yet
again as if it was a normal occurrence, her young child looking at her
bare chest.

A grenade could have gone off in the kitchen with them and had caused
less of an affect after the simple exposure.  "Why did you show him
your tits mom?"  It sounded odd even to her ears.

Sara shrugged, "He asked."

This was stated so calmly, so rationally that Cindy suddenly thought
her mom insane.  And rather than feel empathetic towards her parent
she thought how this could affect her, how she could make use of this
to make her own life better?

Retreating, Cindy goes to her brothers doorway and hears him tossing
off rather vigorously.  God, she thought with malicious amusement, he
has it bad for the old broad.

Only at that point did she realize that she was turned on herself but
she did not try to guess why and assumed it was from the knowledge
that things in her life were starting to look up.

 -*-

Her big ass looked so sexy from this angle, above and behind, his
slick hard penis moving in and out of the fur lined lips beneath.

Darren fucked his wife with the energy of a teenager, or so he told
himself.  Grasping her soft wide hips as he shoved himself again and
again into her, loving the view.  She was reacting as earnestly as she
had for the last few days, but clawing and biting the sheets and
pillow before her.

The pink wrinkled anus winked at him as he thrust beneath it and he
felt an urge to touch it, to discover how it felt - knowing that some
couples enjoyed the rectum as yet another erogenous zone to be enjoyed
- yet he dare not.  The man was too well conditioned from years of
being married to a cold stand-offish prude that a few days of vigorous
sex could not heal him that fast.

Simply having sex in this manner was thrilling, having never done it
like this - she used to say this was how animals did it.

 -*-

Dad was already gone when Cindy spoke casually, "Do you want to see
mom topless again Jason?"

His face immediately heated with shame and he stole a look at his
mother, to see her reaction about what they had done the day before
being so calmly spoken, the act he had thought secret, but mom just
went about her work as if nothing was strange.  He dare not look up at
his older sister, fearing this may encourage her to continue.

Feeling rather brave and fearless Cindy speaks to her mom while
looking right at her brother, "Strip down to your panties mom."

Jason can not help but look up as his mom turns in surprise, pause,
and then moves to remove her sweat pants, loose sweater and her bra.
He can't help but tremble uncontrollably at this point, his eyes wide
and leering at his nearly naked mother standing there a few meters
away.

Feeling the thrill of what could only be power, Cindy says calmly to
her brother, "Do you get it yet Jason?  Mom can't say 'no'!"

His eyes were mentally cataloguing every centimetre of the short
voluptuous woman - his mother - standing there looking from one child
to the other, seemingly oblivious to what she was doing to her only
son.

"You can't say 'no' can you mom?"

Sara laughs at this foolishness, her breasts dancing in response
before her son's hungry eyes, "Of course I can dear!"

Cindy did not even pause, "Take your panties off mom."

Still laughing lightly Sara bends over and slips her large cotton
panty down her full soft thighs and then off her small delicate feet.

Never in his whole life had he seen a naked woman before, outside the
Internet, and Jason's penis felt as if it was about to explode at any
second.

She continued, "You don't get it do you brother - we can do anything
we want when dad isn't around?"

For the first time the trembling teenage boy turns and looks at his
sister, "What do you mean?"

Purposefully Cindy winks and smiles for her brothers benefit, "You
know what I mean."  Turned back towards her softly smiling mother
still standing there in the middle of the kitchen she orders gruffly,
"I am going to bring Sam back after lunch mom and we are going to fuck
in my room - do you have a problem with that?"

Sara sighs slowly, which causes her breasts to rise and fall which her
son did not miss, "You are a big girl now Cindy but I think you should
know, I don't like that boy very much."

The old defence nature of the teenage girl jerked back in response,
"Shut up mother you old cow!  I will fuck who I want and when I want
do you understand?"

Sara did not look pleased but she sighed yet again and said calmly, "I
understand."

"Good!  Now get your purse and get me a hundred dollars."

The forty five year old woman strode calmly from the kitchen with her
son's eyes devouring the wild movement of her over-sized soft ass as
she walked away.

"Dad may not realize this yet about mom - so this is our secret okay
Jason?"

Mom strides back in, her breasts dancing wildly with each step -
swaying back and forth while bouncing - it was an indescribable sight
to the virgin boy watching almost without breathing.

Cindy takes the bills and counts it at her leisure, reassured at the
amount she turns to leave with a wink at her brother, "Have fun
Jason."

Feeling like he is seconds away from a climax but realizing it was
nearly time to leave for school - Jason makes the easy decision and
jumps up to rush to his room to jack off.  His body screaming for
release, his penis so hard that it hurt, his balls aching.

Crouching as he had the last two previous days he stops before
leaving, his voice trembling nearly as much as his shoulders, "Mom,
may I borrow your panty?"  Amazed at the strength it took to ask this
impossible question he stands waiting, testing his sisters crazy
theory.

Mom bends over to retrieve her undergarment, those huge breasts
dangling deliciously before she approaches to hand the still-warm
cotton to her son.  She is so close that he imagines that he could
smell her flesh, soapy clean and something else, something exotic and
unique to her.  All he would have to do was to reach out, she was that
close, and touch her.

But his aching penis reminds him of its impeding explosion - about to
happen regardless of where he is.  The warm cotton panty in his hand
is a reminder of how far this has gone already, in just a few short
days, and he rushes from the kitchen and has his penis out of his
jeans before he makes it to his room.  Within ten seconds he is
pumping an incredible load of his sperm into the cusp of his mother's
still warm panty.

 -*-

Cindy bounced steadily up and down over Tony's bare lap, his hard
penis filling her deliciously and her eyes were clamped tight to allow
herself to concentrate on her own pleasure.

The jerk seemed to want to twist her small sensitive hard nipples like
dials on a radio and she kept roughly pushing his hands away.  The
action was pissing her off, stealing from her pleasure, the stupid
jock just didn't know when to do what he was told!  He normally was a
better lay - reliable for a good steady fuck.

"You are so fucking hot Cindy!"

His hands were grasping her thin hips firmly as he started to groan
expectantly, holding her movements so as to drive himself as deep into
her thin body as he could.  Cindy cursed to herself as she felt the
penis inside her jerk again and again, filling the condom with the
jocks sperm.

Cindy rolled off the tall muscular guy and cursed to herself, now she
will need to masturbate to get some release.  Stupid fucking jerk, she
thought maliciously.  Of course she will wait for him to leave, why
give him the pleasure of seeing her touch herself after having
selfishly ignored hers.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the boy behind her catching his
breath, she held her head in her hands, her mind again going to the
situation she found her family in.  Her brother practically drooling
over their mother, strangely enough her mom doing anything anyone
seemed to want of her.  And at night, her father and mother having sex
- the likes of which she had never heard before, really going at it.
She shared a wall with her parents bedroom and it wasn't easy to sleep
with her mother moaning and whimpering like she does, or dad grunting
as he plows the old lady's field.

"What do you think of my mom Tony?"

A thick swallow and then his deep sexy voice, rarely using anything
over three syllables, "What was that babe?"

"What do you think of her?"

"Your mom?"  He sat up behind her and seemed to find some bravery,
"She has always been a bit of a bitch."

Cindy exploded with a single laugh, but it disappeared as soon as it
appeared.  "But do you think she is pretty?"

A large strong hand reached out and cupped her shoulder, moved around
to grasp her small firm breast.  "Nothing like you baby."

Cindy pushed his hand away from him yet again and growled, "I'm
serious - is she pretty?"

"Yea, I guess so."  He didn't look like he believed his own words -
perhaps he had never thought of it, she realized.

"You guess so?"  She stood and reached for a robe, disgusted.

"Yea.  She isn't bad for a mom - if you know what I mean?"

"No, I don't know what you mean?"  She wasn't even sure why she was
getting angry - but she knew that this stupid jock had outlived his
stay.

"Its her boobs okay?  Satisfied?"  He was getting frustrated, probably
from his girlfriends bitchy attitude more than any other reason.  Tony
stood and fumbled around the floor for his jeans.

Cindy stayed silent and waited for Tony to dress, realizing that this
was the last time they would be doing 'it'.  He simply disgusted her
now.

Following him out from her room and towards the front door they came
across her mom coming up from the basement stairs, she ignored the
young man and gave her daughter a pleasant smile of welcome.

"Mom?"  Tony and Sara stopped and turned towards Cindy.

"Yes dear?"

"Show Tony your tits mom."

A gasp escaped from the boys lips even as Sara simply reached up to
open her blouse, exposing her bare breasts.

"Wow!"  He obviously thought they were nice Cindy thought with dark
humour.

"Come here mom and kiss me."

Sara looked at her daughter with surprise and blinked twice before
stepping up and kissing her daughter with a gentle open-mouthed kiss,
her breasts still hanging out of her blouse.  Cindy breaks it off and
whips the spittle from her lips with the back of one hand before
turning towards her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.  "I never want to see you
again Tony - you are so pathetic that if I need to get off, mom here
can do a better job in her sleep."

The open mouthed shocked look of the boy turned towards surprise then
rage but before he could speak Cindy continued.  "I want you to get
out of here and I never want to see you again worm!  If you ever say a
word of what you just saw here, I will make sure every girl in town
learns how you can't keep it up long enough to please anyone."

Tony's face turned bright red and he appeared to have forgotten the
mature large hangers still on silent display.  His mouth opens but the
threat was real, this girl was known by all their peers as someone you
didn't fuck with, you didn't want as an enemy.  He turns and stomps
from the house, and that crazy fucking chick and her lesbo mom.

 -*-

Having skipped out on school and her mother saying nothing, knowing
she would say nothing, gave Cindy a sense of power.  Laying in bed she
thought about masturbating, had even spread her bare thighs and
slipped a hand down there but it just didn't come - her mind was
elsewhere.

That kiss with her mom turned her on.  It wasn't a girl-girl thing but
a power thing - her mom had no choice but to kiss her.  But it was
obvious that the old woman enjoyed it - felt her heaving bare breasts
against her own chest, feel the trembling in her lips, the nervous
passion in the way her tongue caressed hers.

Whatever happened to make her mom like this was a godsend - and had to
be exploited.  What did she want in life, Cindy considered, money,
power, sex.  The things that she had always wanted but had thought she
would have to marry some old rich guy someday.  But what if she could
get this without having to marry.  All her desires from a guy who was
head over hells for her but had to keep it secret - someone that could
be controlled and used, someone that she could control with her body
as well as her identity.

It all started to come to her and her body started to respond, her
fingers returning to her clitoris even as her heels dig into her soft
bed for the final path to her pleasure.

 -*-

Darren lay on the top of her bed, head propped up on a pile of
pillows, he watched as his naked wife bobbed her face up and down his
hard throbbing penis.  Even with his generous belly, a round mountain
half hiding his dick, he could see that his wife was enjoying herself
- pleasuring him because she wanted too and not because he had
nervously asked.

Every night for nearly a week he had intercourse with his wife - she
never denying any touch, any request and he worried that this may not
last much longer.  Every night since that first he had reached for
Sara, asked for more of that pleasure that she had given the night
before.  Imagine his surprise, his pleasure that she just smiled and
allowed her husband his conjugal duties.

"God that feels good Sara!"  One of his hands was gently holding the
back of his wife's head, almost as if he were subconsciously scared
she would retreat from this fantastic act.  Instead she sucked, she
licked and she moved her lips up and down and side to side along his
hard happy penis as if there was nothing else in life she would rather
be doing.

The tightening in his balls told the tail and he wondered if he should
say something, fearing any warning would drive his wife away from this
intense pleasure.  Yet he know that if he did not warn her and
surprise took her unaware, he would never again have this level of
delight in his life.

"I'm close Sara... not much longer!"

Darren gasped when his wife sucked harder, moved her face up and down
faster.  Even her hand moved between his thighs to grasp his balls,
squeezing him as if milking the sperm direct from his testicles.

Just this thought alone caused the edge of that mountain to crumble,
for him to fall into the abyss of desire and lust.  He climaxed
loudly, his pleasure loud in his groans of lust.  Sara sucked loudly,
almost choking twice in her work, but the jerking penis never once
escaping her lips.

"I'm coming in your mouth Sara... I can not believe this!"

 -*-

Cindy watched her mother enter the kitchen and even returned the old
woman's pleasant smile she gave her two children.

Jason had made himself a bowl of cereal but if his mother cooked, he
could easily eat more.

"Dad leave early today mom?"

"Oh yes.  He had a meeting in the city."  Mom was in a cheerful mood
Cindy thought with a smirk, but she was sure dad was happier after
that blow job he received last night - she had listened with malicious
delight at the noises through the wall, having heard her father make
his initial nervous request.

"Can you take all your clothes off again mom?"

Mom set the coffee pot down and smiled at her daughter, "If that would
make you happy, of course honey."

Two sets of eyes watched as the forty-five year-old woman dropped the
robe and then removed the cotton nightly leaving her completely
exposed.

Jason tore his eyes from his mother's voluptuous sexy flesh to look at
his sister, wondering why she was doing this.

Feeling his questioning gaze, Cindy looked at her brother and calmly
said, "You can fuck her if you want Jason?"

The table jumped as her younger brother jerked in violent surprise at
the words.  "What?"  His face turned bright red and he turned his face
down to stare at his half filled bowl of cereal and milk in
embarrassment.

Cindy thought this was so fucking easy - the nerd probably jerked off
countless times thinking about the old fat broad already.  Pathetic.
Instead of addressing him directly she turned back to her mother, "Is
it true mom?  Tell him?"

Sara chuckled lightly, starring at her obviously nervous son, "Of
course it is true.  Mommy loves you very much Jason and would like to
make you happy in any way you want?"

The words were calmly spoken but the content shocked both her children
- even though one had expected it.  Jason just sat, his eyes again
drawn up to stare at his mother's nude body, while his own body
trembled like a leaf.

"Wow.  How can you turn down that brother-dear?"  Cindy laughed
carefully, not wanting to destroy the moment.  "Why not take the
morning off and fuck mom upstairs in your room?"

Jason's face was sweating profusely, and he stole a quick look at his
sister but otherwise did not say a word.  He even stole a look at mom
when his sister said the 'F'-word, but none of the expected
consequences transpired.

"You can do it right here on the kitchen floor if you want Jason, mom
won't complain, but your bed would be more comfortable?  Don't you
think so mom?"

Sara just smiled at her son, "I think you are embarrassing your
brother Cindy."

Cindy had enough, knowing her brother didn't have the balls to do what
had to be done.  Her plan was all based on her brother and mother
having an affair.  "Mom, take Jason up to his room and show him how
much you love him."

Her brother was breathing so heavily that it was almost loud in the
large kitchen.  Sara smiled sweetly at her youngest child before
stepping forwards and presented her hand for him to take.

This was all a dream, a kinky obtuse movie that could not be true.
Jason watched as his hand rose and grasped his mother's.  Her eyes
were soft while her lips were gently smiling at him, for him.  This
was true, what his sister had said, this was going to happen.
 
 -*-

Her hands moved with patience and care - removing every stitch of
clothing from his violently trembling body.  The short curvy naked
mature woman, her large breasts dancing with gravity, moved
hypnotically for the teenage eyes watching.  The pink penis hard and
throbbing from his body, standing rigid before him, purple headed and
dripping with desire.

Sara looked past her son's hip to see her daughter in the doorway,
watching with anxious hungry eyes, waved her in to join them - anxious
to please her children.

Cindy motioned for her mom to continue.

On her knees, Sara hesitated only to smile her thanks at her eldest
child before taking that dripping hard penis into her mouth.

Jason was still in shock through the whole disrobing, afraid of his
chubby body, his smaller-than-average-penis, worried that his mom
would laugh at his pathetic naked person.  As soon as her attractive
calm face took his painfully hard penis into her hungry mouth he felt
his body shudder as his cock began to shoot.  Blast after blast shot
into his mother's mouth and he could hear her swallowing loudly,
moaning as if she enjoyed it.  All the while cursing himself for
loosing it so quickly, that only stupid virgin dweebs like him
couldn't keep it up long enough to really make this a memorable
occasion.

Watching his mom before him, pleasurably sucking the seed from his
stem, he was titillated to see a stream of saliva and sperm run out
the corners of her mouth, drip down upon the tops of her pale fleshy
breasts.  He had never seen anything so sexy in his life.

Cindy pressed her thighs together trying to stifle the hot pressure
growing between her legs.  Barely two meters in front of her very eyes
her mom had sucked her little brother off and it had all been because
of her control over the old lady.  And there was no fooling herself,
this unrestrained control over her mom, the woman she had hated until
only recently, and causing her to do the most vile of acts, like
commit incest with her son, turned her on immensely.

Mom eventually stood up, pressing her bare flesh against her child's,
looking him into the eye passionately, her lips and chin still wet
with her early work.  "You are so sexy Jason!  How would you like to
fuck mommy?"

Jason's cock still hurt, still throbbed painfully with desire that had
not been extinguished with his first explosion.  He felt calmer for
some reason, mature and strong.  His hands reached around his mom and
grasped her meaty round soft ass roughly, causing her to yelp and
raise up onto her toes wearing nothing but a wide smile.  His lips
found hers and he passionately, if amateurishly, kissed his mother
while walking her back towards his bed.

With loud thunk from the springs, the duo fell onto it, lips still
locked and tongues duelling.  Limbs quickly moved anxious, wildly,
until Jason lay above and between his mother's full soft thighs.
Opening his eyes he saw desire and lust within her gaze just before he
sunk his cock into the most amazing place!

Pushing up onto his elbows, he watched his mother below him as he
fucked her willing soft sexy body.  Jason felt powerful, like a man -
the woman beneath him panting and whimpering in lust from his forceful
movements, her breasts dancing almost hypnotically while her skin
rippled and rolled in wild rhythmic movements.

Cindy was so fucking hot, so wet.  Her hand was inside her shorts,
inside her panties, roughly stroking her enlarged hard clitoris - but
always drawing away if she drew to close to climax.  This was fucking
amazing - her little brother was giving the old lady a champion ride
and she was all into it.  Her whole plan, everything she ever wanted,
was hers for the taking!  Look how easy it was to make this happen,
Cindy laughed to herself silently.

Even in his inexperience Jason knew his mother was approaching her
orgasm, knew that some important event was about to happen.  Her body
was acting desperate, muscles inside her vagina were becoming
possessive and her eyes were glazed and kept rolling up into the back
of her head.

The sixteen year old non-virgin watched amazed and delighted as the
woman who had given birth to him screamed out in passion as her
pleasure erupted like an explosion - her body jerking wildly again and
again.

It was enough, and the teenager knew it was the perfect moment,
allowed his own pleasure to climax, pumping his seed deep within his
mother's body.

Cindy whimpered and clamped her knees together trapping her hand as
her orgasm shot through her.  She would have fallen to the floor if
not for the wall behind her.  Her bottom lip had a sharp pain as her
top teeth bit into the flesh, blood escaping into her mouth.  Gasping
she fought to catch her breath, licking her abused lip.  She looked up
to see her mother and brother starring at her little show.

The twenty one year-old yanked her hand from her shorts but remembered
that this was all because of her, all within her power.  She casually
brought her dripping fingers to her mouth and tasted her own juices -
seeing her brother jerk at the sight, her mother smiling almost
knowingly.

"Great show guys."

Jason had put a pillow over his crotch while mom just lay there with
her legs still widely spread, semen dripping down to the sheets
beneath.  Jason turned his head away at the comment, his cheeks red
after all that he had done.

"I told you brother dear, she will do anything you want."

Jason turned back to his sister as a wide unrestrained smile spread on
his lips, "I know."  He allowed the pillow to fall to reveal his still
hard cock, the rejuvenation of youth, and reached for his mom who
giggled like a teenager obviously pleased at the prospect of another
tumble.

 -*-

Her original plan had her pimping out of her mother to various guys -
anyone with a hard cock and no problem with the woman's daughter
taking a couple photos.  Yet what was going on between her brother and
mother was better than Cindy could have ever planned.  The boy was
insatiable and their mother was in no position to deny him anything.

Five times Jason had bragged!  Five times he had climaxed on or in
their mother's willing body.  Their mom was obviously exhausted from
the fucking she had just enjoyed and lay in bed when father came home.

Suddenly Jason was all for cuckolding their father, anything to keep
fucking the old woman.  He had changed in the span of a day -
confident and more self assured.

Sometime around the third and forth climaxes, he had smiled as his
sister took digital photo after photo.  Their mother the leading
woman, her son the man - the plot of the little photo gallery that her
Cindy had taken was 'incest enjoyed'.  The forty-five year-old looked
wildly pleased as her son shot his forth load on her face and into her
open mouth - dozens of photos capturing the moment.

Darren went upstairs to find his wife asleep in her nightie beneath
the duvet.  Cindy had said, "Mom said she was feeling tired and went
upstairs dad."  His wife had changed so much in the last week that
supper had been ready every night, then later when they went to bed
they would make love.

Selfishly he feared that his wife was still going through the Change
of Life, menopause, and found herself exhausted.  Darren also feared
that this was the end of the last week or so of their marriage-bed
fun.

Sara opened her eyes slowly, her lips smiling up at the concerned face
of her husband.  "Hello honey?"

"How are you feeling Sara?"  He stroked her hair lightly.

"Tired.  Did I sleep through supper?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll order pizza later."

She smiled her thank you before her face became more somber, "I don't
think I will be up to sex tonight Darren."

Half prepared he still felt the disappointment creep into his face and
he was about to tell his wife that it was okay, that he understood
when her hand slipped out from the duvet to grope his covered crotch.

"But I think I could manage a nice blow job if that would suffice?"

He felt so relieved and his obvious answer showed on his face.
 
 -*-

Cindy sat on the edge of her bed and listened to her father get a blow
job - his pleasure obvious.  When the old man climaxed, the second it
happened too obvious to miss, the sounds cumulating with a groan.

The old hate was coming to the surface again - the years of arguing
and power posturing, always on the loosing end but continuing to push.
Her mother had always been so cranky, demanding and stern - so
opposite to the woman that now pleasured both males of the family.
She bet that dad hadn't even gotten a blow job for a least ten years -
the old woman not realizing how good she had it, how to keep it.

Mom and dad were speaking, the words muffled through the wall so no
words could be heard.  She momentarily feared that mother would reveal
her day, how she became so tired - but realized that unless asked
directly, it was not likely to happen.  Quiet for nearly twenty
minutes before she heard the heavy steps of father leaving his room,
passing her closed door and making his way deeper into the house -
probably to his office.

This was it Cindy realized, this moment was going to change
everything.  She giggled when she realized that her sex was hot and
wet again - recognizing it for the power she felt over her family,
obviously putty in her hands.

Checking herself out in the full-length mirror she blew herself a kiss
and winked at the reflection.  She looked youthful and sexy, her
nipples and sparse pubic hair just barely seen through her sheer
pearl-coloured nightie.  The colour of sperm she laughed silently to
herself.

Dad jumped in his chair, surprised to see his daughter a meter beside
him.  "Gee princess, you scared me!" His laptop and briefcase were
open, a file leafed through - work of course.

She looked down at her bare feet and tried to look nervous.  Cindy
could not help a shiver run through her as she felt her father look at
her body, realizing how little was hidden with this never-before-seen
nightie.

This will work she screamed silently to herself!

"What is it Cindy?"

"I need to talk to you daddy?"  Her little girl voice.  It always
worked before on the old man.

"Of course honey, what is it?  Why aren't you asleep?"  He pushed
himself away from the desk.

Perfect thought Cindy!

She stepped up and lowered herself onto her fathers lap,
perpendicular, like she used to do as a child.  His strong arm came up
and held her head against his shoulder, the other laying almost
casually across her bare thin strong smooth thighs.  "Was it a dream
princess?"

Cindy wiggled her small boyish ass into her fathers groin 'innocently'
and sobbed theatrically.

Darren felt uncomfortable with his near-naked adult daughter seated as
she was upon his lap.  She was obviously in distress and scared and
his mind was fearing the worst.  Yet she was obviously no little girl
anymore, and he concentrated on what as bothering her and not the
memory of those dark nipples and sexy lolita-like limbs beneath her
sheer nightie.  "Tell me right now Cindy - what is it?  You can tell
me anything, you know that."

She hid her face in her father's hairy bare chest and allowed another
sob to escape her.  "Its about mom."

He physically jerked at the mention of his wife, suddenly not so
certain that he knew what this was about.  "Tell me princess."  His
voice sounded sterner in his own ears than was intended.

"I saw them!"

Darren shook his beard covered cheeks in frustration, a growing knot
in his belly.

She looked up into her fathers forty-seven year-old face and allowed
the crocodile tears to come, "I saw them doing it dad - this
afternoon!"

A cold hand enveloped his heart and Darren felt his head swim.  Was
this why Sara had been behaving so out of sorts lately, so sexually
active and uninhibited from the woman he had married and shared a bed
with these last many years?  Was his wife having an affair, Darren
though fearfully?  "What did you see Cindy?"

She heard the pain and hurt in her father's voice, felt his chubby
body trembling and tensing with rage.  She wiggled her bottom again
and looked up into her fathers face with an innocent trusting love for
him.  "Mom and... they were having sex dad!"

A sob, "Who Cindy, tell me damn it?"  He was angry as well as
incredibly hurt.

She just looked at her father for a lengthy moment before saying one
thing, "Jason".

Darren thought his life would end after he heard who was cuckolding
him but the name of his son froze him.  This was a shock, yes, but it
was the last name he expected and it stilled his expected response.
"That is not possible Cindy?"

The tears started and she held her face against his hairy soft chest,
"I knew you would not believe me.  I am so sorry daddy!"

He patted her head of hair, just noticing how pleasant she smelt.  It
was apparent that how impossible this was, his daughter believed it to
be true.  Perhaps she had seen a young man looking like her brother
with her mom?  Would it be better if another boy was having
intercourse with his wife than his son, Darren thought coldly?  His
daughter shifted again directly over his weary penis and he wished she
would stop doing that, he could feel the life returning into it and he
did not like the fact it was with his daughter's bottom pressed
against it.

"You need to go back to bed princess.  We can discuss this tomorrow
okay?"

She nodded silently into his chest then lifted her red-rimmed eyes,
the tears leaving her cheeks soaked, "Can you carry me to bed like you
used too daddy?"

The request confused him, she was ten or eleven the last time he had
carried her to her bed.  Perhaps she was feeling helpless an desolate
at what she had witnessed, Darren though.  "Sure princess."

He regretted agreeing to this as soon as he lifted her.  Though a hand
higher than her mother, she was much lighter - but she was still a
heavier weight than he had lifted in a long time.  Then there was the
fact that his daughter was near naked and with her face hiding in his
shoulder, he looked down at the small hard nipples and soft pink flesh
beneath the sheer nightie.  She had a strong lean body but still very
feminine, very sexy.

Lowering her carefully into her bed Cindy smiled up into her father's
sweaty face, ignoring his eyes upon her bosom, "There was something
else daddy?"

He sat down next to his daughter, looking around her room quickly, at
the over-the-top femininity of it all.

"They were taking pictures with Jason's new camera."

His digital camera - Darren felt that cold hand again upon his heart
and he fought the tears coming to his eyes.  This all could not be
true!

"And he was in your office before you got home, printing something.  I
was almost sick thinking about...!"

He patted his daughters cheek tenderly, her tear-filled eyes looking
at him as if he should have all the answers.  Instead he just felt
lost, lost and alone.  He knew what he had to do right then, proof of
the insane story his daughter had spun.

"Don't do anything crazy okay daddy?  I love you so much.  I am here
for you daddy, okay?"

He just nodded, fearing the simple act of speaking would cause the
flood of his tears to flow.

Darren stood and walked quickly to the doorway of his daughter's room,
turning only once more to look at her beautiful innocent image, before
retreating back to his office.

The printer that he had purchased was expensive, laser colour with
plenty of features to keep even this gadget-hound happy.  One of these
features was that it kept everything it had printed still in memory,
as long as there is space in the buffer, indefinitely.  All it took
was pressing two buttons and he watched as the pages printed revealing
how his life had just disintegrated.

Cindy had her hand beneath her sheer panty even before the door was
completely closed, her sex had been leaking it was so hot as she had
painted the incestuous picture to the old man.  She touched her
sensitive clitoris and jumped with pleasure - remembering her father's
eyes upon her.

 -*-

Her father's voice boomed out from the kitchen and Cindy rushed down
to find her brother looking sheepish and small at the table while her
father bellowed at his shocked and hurt wife.

"I like white bread for fucks sake - can't you do anything right
Sara?"

Tears were coming to the middle-aged woman's eyes as her head nodded
in the affirmative.  She had thrust the multi-grain bread on the
family years ago, outlawing white bread as processed poison.  It
hadn't been a topic of discussion for years.

"Don't you stand there and cry you slut, I asked you a question?"

"Daddy?"

He didn't hear his daughter and glared threateningly at his trembling,
hurt scared wife.

"Dad!"

The old man snapped his head towards his daughter, his gaze could
kill, but Cindy knew it wasn't aimed at her.

"I will see you to the door daddy."  She steps to the table and takes
his briefcase, he was already holding his laptop case.  Almost
reluctantly he turns and follows his daughter to the side door to the
attached garage.

Cindy hands her father the case then steps up before him, looking up
into his strong but angry face.  She suddenly wraps her arms around
his neck and presses her face into his neck, "You are scaring me
daddy!"

His encumbered hands come around and hold his daughter awkwardly
before whispering, "I am not angry at you honey?"

She takes a deep determined intake of air and looks up into her
fathers pain filled eyes, "I know daddy, but I love you so much.  If
you want revenge don't do it this way - whatever you want I will do.
I will be there for you okay daddy?"

He took a deep ragged breath of his own and nodded.  What his daughter
was inadvertently suggesting was the wisest move, get revenge smart
instead of stupid.

Cindy smiles, sharing his pain-filled gaze, then leans forward and
kisses her father's lips gently and momentarily.  She then steps out
of his shocked arms, and holds the garage door open for him to leave.

Cindy finds her mother standing sobbing into her hands while her
brother still sat at the table in near-shock.  "He is gone mother - I
think its going to be okay."

Her mom looks up, her face looking miserable, before racing from the
room back to her bed to properly let her agony out.

Cindy bites back a smile and turns to her brother, "Aren't you going
to follow her?"

Jason looks surprised, "What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean dork?  You don't know anything about women
do you Jason?  Mom is hurting and needs someone she loves to hold her,
kiss her and yes to make tender love to her."

He looks remarkably alive and pleased, "Really?"

She just crossed her arms and then rolls her eyes at her brother
before he jumps up from the table and follows mom to her room.

Cindy doesn't hold back the evil laugh this time.  She'll eat
breakfast then go upstairs and watch them again.  Its sick, the
teenager knew, but it did turn her on.

 -*-

Darren stayed away from home as much as he can - coming home to sleep
and nothing else.  He was thankful his daughter was empathetic and
seemed tireless in her role as his friend and confidant.

His wife was hurt that he was not around, it was obvious, and more so
when he turned her offer of sex down at night.  Cindy said his wife
and son have sex at least once per day - she can hear them and hides
in her room with the pillow over her head in misery.  The poor girl,
he thought, stuck in the middle.

Strangely, Darren didn't hate his son Jason - the boy was always a bit
of a nerd and would be hard pressed to get his first kiss let alone
sex before he was eighteen.  No, it was his wife he blamed.  Didn't
she get enough at night, he was more than willing to have sex with
her?  Perhaps that was it, he contrived with humiliation, perhaps I
wasn't enough!

Cindy came rushing out of the house on the toes of her heels and he
smiled, she was certainly a looker.  Tonight was a business meal with
half a dozen of the other senior members of the firm - all would have
their wives, he had invited his daughter instead.  At first it was to
spite his wife but now, looking at his daughter, he knew there were
other benefits as well.

She came striding to her father's expensive sports car looking
magnificent and sexy - seeing her father looking her up and down.
Cindy had purchased an elegant but revealing cocktail dress, short to
show off her long thin sexy legs, tight to show her supple frame while
still being elegant and expensive looking.  Her father playfully
whistled his approval as she slid into the leather seat next to him -
his eyes catching the thigh high stocking stops as her short tight
dress slid up a few extra centimetres.

"All ready daddy."

"You look magnificent princess."

She gave him a wide pleased smile, "I wanted to make you proud of me?"

His hand slipped over and grasped her nylon covered knee before
leaning over to kiss her lips - a lingering closed mouth affair.  They
looked into each others eyes for almost half a moment before he pulled
away and aggressively took the car out into traffic, speeding towards
their planned event.

 -*-

Jason was easing his hard penis in and out of his mother's rectum
while she moaned and breathed heavily in appreciation of the invasion.
She was laying in her son's bed, naked but for the white thigh high
stockings her daughter had purchased for her - laying upon her side,
the upper knee raised high and the other leg straight.  Jason was
straddling the lower straight leg from behind her.

"Oh... oh honey...!"

"Tight mom!"  His eyes were locked to his penis as it moved back and
forth inside his parent's bowels.  Jason loved how the thick muscles
of her anus seemed to cling to his lubricated cock - it was so fucking
tight!  Cindy had been right - she had been right about everything he
thought happily.

He wished his sister would do more than watch them, do more than let
him watch her.  At this point, he has seen his sexy older sister
without any clothing and even frequently masturbating when watching
him fuck their mother.

Tonight, for example, he had sat on the edge of her bed and watched
her dress in those crazy high heels with the thigh high stockings and
garter belt - explaining happily that their father was taking her to
an adult supper thing.  She also explained to her younger brother how
to go about fucking the virgin ass hole of their maternal parent.  He
had sat in silence, lost in desire for his sister while imagining what
he was going to do with his mom.

 -*-

The trip was half ways across the country and there was no reason for
him to take his daughter, except he wanted to be with her, to include
her in his life.  Darren told Cindy that it was to thank her for
'being there' in his time of need but he knew it was his selfish
desire to include her in his life.  She was so full of life and
energy, was so unconsciously attractive and sexy that being near her
made him feel better, happier.

To hell with Sara, Darren thought not for the first time.  He had
resolved to divorce her, leave her with her incestuous lover - Cindy
concurred sadly, that it was the only way, while clinging to him
possessively, begging for them to be together forever.  It was sweet,
someone loved him with an honest and innocent love that was obviously
missing from his life.

The supper was magnificent, expensive and elegant.  His daughter drank
several glasses of wine and was acting a little drunk - not enough to
stop her from dancing with her father on the dance floor.

Darren loved how his young sexy daughter felt in his arms, proud of
the looks of the other gentlemen eyeing her, knowing she only saw him.
They danced close, the music slow and romantic, her head on his
shoulder and her arms about his head, one hand stroking his ear
absentmindedly.  He felt her tight body pressed against him, could
feel the warmth of her skin through her tight sexy dress.  The
erection wasn't unexpected, he got them frequently now when his
daughter was around and he no longer had the use of his wife at night
but this time he didn't pull away from her, instead he just ignored
it.  Perhaps she was too drunk to notice?

They entered the sitting room to the suite that Darren had rented for
the two nights they were here, arms around each other, giggling like
kids, his daughter stumbling in her high heels.

"Oh daddy, this has been a wonderful evening!"  She pulled away from
his arm and turned looking at him with her pretty face, flush from
drink, breathless.  "I want it to be like this all the time between us
daddy, please?"

"Oh honey, I love you so much."

At that point Cindy, who was not nearly as drunk as she pretended to
be, stumbled with one heel, as planned.  She toppled with a wave of
arms as one heel gave out beneath her, tumbling towards the floor
before her dad.  The old man may have put on a few pounds but could
move fast enough when necessary - he jerked forwards to catch his
falling daughter before she hurt herself.  Cindy felt the thin
spaghetti shoulder strap of her dress snap - perfect she thought with
delight.

Darren and his daughter stood up, she on only one heel, when his eyes
moved down to the hand that had caught her - seeing how her dress was
lower on one side, how his hand was cupping her small breast.  He tore
it away from her as if it had been on fire - his daughter not noticing
his hand but just looking up into his eyes with a strange glint.

Her arms wrapped suddenly around his neck and her lips found his not
uninviting.  Darren groaned to feel such passion, his mouth opening to
allow her dainty tongue access.

It was a chaotic melee at that point, clothing falling to the side as
father and daughter kissed and fondled their way to his room.  Not
making it before she jumps up into his arm, he lowering her so that
his incredibly hard penis pierces her womanhood.  He strides the last
steps to the bed with his daughter clinging to him, bouncing rapidly
up and down his cock.

Then they are on the bed fucking like animals, she not only responding
enthusiastically but also taking the initiative.  With no restraint
she screams out her first climax, her father's seconds behind.

Only then do the couple take a moment to catch their breath.  The only
clothing on the couple was her black thigh-high stockings and his
black socks.

Darren is horrified at what they had done, he had molested his little
girl!  Before he can say a word she is rolling over, wiggling down,
her lips and tongue on his soft slimy member.

"Stop baby!"

"Why daddy?"  She asks between licks.

Yes, why, he asked himself?  "Because it will take me a while to
recover."

A little girl giggle, "I don't mind daddy, I want to make you happy."
Her mouth engulfing his soft penis completely and his head falls back
to the pillow amazed, a wide smile spreading on his lips.

 -*-

For two whole days they don't leave the room and fuck again and again.
Darren had never enjoyed such unrestrained and pleasurable sex.  His
seminar was forgotten, life outside the suite forgotten.  His daughter
seems both patient with his recuperative powers as well as hungry for
more sex with him.

They fuck like teenagers, ignore the real world and have the most fun
of his forty-seven years.

Even though thoughts of his wife are distant, Darren can't help but
compare mother with daughter.  Not in body, as they are so different
in that respect, but in the way they approach sex.  The new wife, the
one that gave him pleasure those last few nights before he discovered
her infidelity, were without restraint, but there was a submissive
quality to her, little in the way of initiative.  Cindy, on the other
hand, was aggressive - anxious to give and receive pleasure from her
father - openly telling him that there was no sex act between them
that she would no do, asking for what she wanted.

On the second day he had sat in the large comfortable chair while his
daughter lay naked at his feet, her legs spread and her fingers
working upon her sparsely covered sex.  He had admitted he had never
seen a woman masturbate before - and since he was still recovering
from his last climax, she did not hesitate.

Same day but sometime after midnight, Darren carefully eased his hard
penis into the tiny pink anus of his daughter.  They had spoken, both
admitting to be new to that sex act - daughter suddenly anxious to do
it with him, for her daddy to be her first.

The guilt of the lost time together had not kicked in while they lay
naked together.  In fact the forty-seven year-old man was feeling
rather powerful, pride-filled and younger than he has in years.  His
daughter, this twenty one year-old, desired him and he not only kept
up with her but seemed to give her plenty of satisfaction as well!

Between the hours of fucking, sucking and fondling-with-intent - the
incestuous couple lay in each others arms talking for the most part.
Darren telling about his attempts to balance work with home - how much
he loved his daughter and how great this time together has been.  She
on the other hand reinforced her desire for him, her willingness to
submit to his any request, her undying love and her fidelity.  But
Cindy also started to push for her father to end his relationship with
his wife, her mom, divorce was brought up numerous times.

It was nearing the end of the second day and reality was setting in.
Darren realized what he had done with his baby daughter - how the
world would think of this incestuous union.  Not only that, but he
compared his indiscretion with Cindy to Sara's with the younger Jason.

If there was a boy needing to get laid, Darren thought without an
ounce of humour, it was Jason!

As for Cindy, she was getting nervous - her time alone with her dad
was coming to an end and he had not yet agreed to the divorce and the
living together as man and wife.  No, they couldn't marry - but they
could act like it while in the privacy of their large new house Cindy
had already purchased in her mind.  Her father, in her eyes, was
loaded and she wanted to enjoy spending some of that money.  As her
father's secret lover, he would be in no position to deny her
anything.

Wearing pink sheer thigh-high stockings, purchased especially for this
trip, and nothing else, Cindy sat beside her naked father feeding him
small mouthfuls of sushi.  "I don't want this to ever end dad."

He just gave her a sad somber smile that secretly infuriated her.

"How can you trust mother any more - after doing what she had done
dad?"

Darren just sighed and that far-away look returned that revealed he
was thinking.

Cindy bit her bottom lip in frustration.  "I read that a speedy
divorce can be purchased down south - we could be together in only a
couple weeks...?"

Darren gently interrupted, "Cindy honey?"

"Yes daddy?"  She knew he loved when she called him 'daddy', the
batting of her eyes just that little bit extra she knew her father
would like.

"Honey, as terrible a thing as Sara had done, I really am not in a
position to judge her."

"What?"  Darren had not been watching his sexy hard bodied daughter
else he would have seen the non-subtle threat of her body language.

"A few days ago I would have been all for it - but since you and
I... it would not be fair to judge your mother for doing the same
thing."  As he spoke his quiet somber voice gained strength, as if he
was cementing something that had been on his mind for a long while -
making a fateful decision of his life.

Cindy jerked up to stand on the king-sized bed, toppling the platter
of half eaten sushi.  "No!  No daddy, no!"  She jumped on her stocking
covered feet as if she were a child, bouncing her father who still lay
in surprise at her violent reaction, "Mom is a fucking slut daddy and
she isn't good enough for you!"

Darren finally rolled from the bed rather awkwardly with his daughter
bouncing the way she was, a temper tantrum reminiscent from ten years
before.  "Stop it Cindy!"  He growled, but she did not seem to hear.

"You belong to me now daddy!  We are in love, you said so yourself!  I
want that slut out of my life forever!"

He swallowed his initial frustration and sighed, thinking to treat his
twenty-one year-old daughter as the child she was acting like, "Calm
down Cindy.  I love you regardless if your mother and I are married or
not."

Cindy clenched her fists together and bounced her feet upon the bed in
frustration, "No no no!  This was not how I planned this daddy.  The
bitch goes and I stay!  I want you for myself!"

Darren's patience hit its peak at his daughters last explosion of
unthinking words and growled, "'Planned' what Cindy?"

For the first time his voice penetrated her anger and she stopped
bouncing and looked at her father in surprise, "What?"

"You planned this?  How much Cindy?"

She stayed mute, unsure how to proceed.

"This little trip?"  She nodded nervously, her father sounding angrier
than she had ever remembered hearing before and it scared her.  Most
of call because it threatened to destroy all her work.  "The photos?"
She didn't moved, frozen.  "Even Jason and his mother?"

Tears came to her eyes and she dropped to her knees, the sushi
sticking to her flesh unnoticed, "I'm so sorry daddy...!"

With a long swing the flat of his hand made contact with his
daughter's cheek.  She spun uncontrollably onto the bed, hot pain
radiating from her face.  But it wasn't over yet, her father grabbed
one of her thin ankles and dragged her off the bed.

Darren sat in the large padded chair in the corner of the suite, his
daughter unresisting but balling like a baby.  His hand came again and
again upon that small hard bottom - turning it quickly bright red,
Cindy screaming, crying and kicking in response.

Minutes passed, loud anger filled moments where father punished his
naughty daughter.  By the time Darren allowed his sore palm to stop
the strikes, his daughter had stopped fighting him, had given in to
her future, her destiny if you will.

Cindy's plan had failed, not only that but her relationship with her
father forever fractured.  He had never struck her, had never spanked
her and that fact hurt more than the burning flesh of her ass.

When Darren gently eased his daughter up onto his lap, his lips gently
kissing her tear-stained face, Cindy responded slowly, kissing him
back.  Several things happened within seconds, Cindy's consciousness
realized her father was rock hard against her hip, that her own vagina
was flooded with hot juice from her own excitement.  The kiss quickly
became passionate, daughter moving to allow that hard cock into her
ready channel.  Cindy bounced, her ass hitting her fathers thighs on
each thrust hurting, causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure.  His
hands came around and without regard to her hurt flesh, grasped her
hard boy-like ass, holding her as he stood up from the chair.

Father deposited his daughter onto the desk by the centre wall of the
room, his hands pushing her nylon covered slim ankles to his shoulder
as he pounded his cock into this tight sexy cunt.  There was no love
here, just lust, just fucking and both father and daughter loved it.

Cindy came quickly, loudly, her pain mixing strangely with her
pleasure so that her nirvana was unreadable and delicious.  Darren had
fucked and sucked the last two days away and was not ready to pump his
load, and fucked hard and fast - wanting to hurt the cunt beneath him,
wanting her to remember this fuck for the rest of her long life.  Two
fingers were shoved past her lips into her mouth where she dutifully
sucked upon them - then she found that they moved around behind her
thighs, a finger slipping into her still-tender anus to the second
knuckle, fingering her in time to the big fat cock making her life so
blissful.  More fingers fondled her hard pulsating clitoris expertly
and Cindy found herself crying out amazed that another climax was so
quickly following the first.

Even as her head was bouncing off the wall, her cunt taking a
battering and her ass burning hot and painful, Cindy began to orgasm
yet again.  This was the first time in her short life that it didn't
end after a few seconds of explosive pleasure - it came in waves and
seemed to last forever.  She wailed in misery and bliss, her would now
only the orgasms she was enduring.

Darren saw this and understood, his anger finally evaporating by
witnessing the submissive show his daughter was giving, how her body
was reacting to her multiple orgasms.  His own climax exploded deep
within that rippling clenching tight wet cunt, milking his final spend
of this trip.

It was the best climax of either life.

 -*-

Jason was living the life of every middle-teenage boy - a woman that
was willing to do any sexual thing he could think of.  The fact that
it was his mother was his secret, his secret kink - only building on
the relationship.

Gone was his memory of the stern demanding cranky woman from his
childhood.  Gone was the woman from the last year, one that was always
tired, cranky, complaining - enduring what his father called her 'mid
life crisis'.  Now his memory of his mother was forever remolded to
the sounds, smell, taste and images of this woman who gave him his
every pleasure.

And he had his older sister Cindy to thank - to show him how she
seemed to have changed, explaining how to ask for what he wanted from
his mother.

With dad and Cindy away, his mom wore thigh-high stockings, sheer
g-string panties, various see-through tops all around the house.
Jason lost count how many times he fucked his mother, how many times
he had climaxed.  She had smiled and often giggled at his every
request, even when, at first, he felt juvenile and innocent in his
asking.  His mother even seemed to find pleasure in their coupling, so
that Jason was proud of the fact he could give as well as take
pleasure at his whim.

He had spent literally hours on various parts of his mother's body -
from her vagina to her ass to her breasts.  He had experimented with
his fingers, his tongue and then his hard teenage cock.  His mother
encouraging, enjoying every moment of their journey.

They fucked like teenagers throughout the house, uninhibited,
unrestrained.  If Sara bent over to retrieve the television remote
control and her son was there behind her, he was liable to grab and
poke her right then and there.  Seated at the dinner table, talking,
looking into each others eyes, her son's focusing on her lips suddenly
stands and shoves his hard cock into her willing mouth.  Playfully
touching and experimenting in the bathtub and even on top of the
clothing drying in the basement.  Mom giggled, became hot and wet, and
sighed with pleasure.  She constantly told her son how much she loved
him, how proud she was of his abilities and that this was the most sex
she had ever had in only a few days.

But then Cindy and Darren returned, quiet and somber.

Darren wasted no time, calling a family meeting in the living room
within the hour of his return.  Cindy uncharacteristically quiet,
introverted.  Sara was again dressed normal, around the house attire.
Jason wearing shorts and tee-shirt, no underwear, and was the only one
in the family that did not realize something was about to happen.

 -*-

Seated across from each other Darren starts the meeting by looking his
wife in the eye and admitting, "I know about you and Jason having
sex."

A pin would have been heard to hit the hard wood floor if it had
fallen, so quiet was it.

All but Sara reacted.  Cindy not expecting her father to come out
swinging so quickly.  Jason shocked that his, what he thought, secret
was out and that his father was going to kill him.  Even Darren who
was visibly shaking with adrenaline and barely controlled emotions.

Sara though, just sat and only raised her eyebrows in surprise at the
admission but otherwise did not move.

Taking a deep breath Darren breaks the pregnant silence, "I can not
judge you too harshly Sara, because Cindy and I have inadvertently
been doing the same thing."

Again a wave of shock with only Sara looking surprised but otherwise
unaffected.

Strangely, it was Jason that looked at his sister with suspicion and
anger.  His natural sibling mistrust recalling how she had manoeuvred
his mother and him into a relationship.

"I have a plan so we can continue to be a family but in a rather
none-traditional way."  Darren looked at each of his audience with a
stern gaze, to ensure of their participation, before continuing, "In
this house, in this family, Cindy and I will be partners while you,
Sara, and Jason will be the same."

Everyone was looking at him now.  His suggestion nothing less than
radical and unconventional in the least.

"Sara, you and Jason move into the spare room, its bigger than
Jason's.  Cindy, you move in with me.  Any and all intercourse will be
done in private to save the embarrassment of the others."

The partners were all looking at each other - father and daughter,
mother and son.

Cindy, who should not have been the most shocked at this revolutionary
plan was the most surprised.  Her mind was trying to see how she could
benefit from this, how different this was from her own plan and if she
was, as she had originally conceived, going to get 'it all'.  The way
her father was looking at her, how they had ended their trip together,
she understood that he still desired her very much and did not want
that passion to end.  With her ass and cunt still sore, tender, so
that she would have trouble walking or sitting for a week, Cindy felt
a shiver of excitement run down her spin and ending between her legs.
This was it, this was what she wanted after all even if the path was
different that what she had planned!

Jason was looking at his mother in shock, from the embarrassing
revelation from his father to the announcement that his mom and him
would live together in the same room in this house.  As he looked at
her he recalled how her eyes glazed over as she approached climax, or
how those lips looked wrapped around his hard penis and he felt
himself harden within his shorts - suddenly wanting his mother yet
again.

Darren was smiling proudly at this restructuring of their family - his
way to both save it and to enjoy more of the young colt that his
daughter was.  Cindy had revealed it all on the way back home - how
their mother seemed to not be able to deny them anything, any act, any
request.  It all seemed to click for him, how his wife seemed to
change after her menopause was complete - his surprise, their
seemingly new-found pleasure in their marriage bed.  But the fact was,
he desired his daughter more than her mother - she was new, youthful
and tight bodied.  He was not blind to the reality of his daughter's
dark side, how she wanted money, power.  Darren knew and understood
this, so he would give his daughter enough of a leash to strangle
herself with - and when she pulled on that leash, he would draw her in
for another round of punishment.

Darren's eyes tore away from his daughter to his son and he realized
that he could teach the boy a thing or two - that the women were now
theirs in so many ways.  And his daughter, at the least, needed to be
given a firm hand else she overstep her boundaries - Darren smiled at
the memory of spanking her pert little ass just hours before and how
docile and submissive she has become since.  The best sex of his life,
making him feel half his age and strong like a bull, was with his
daughter and he was not going to let anything come between him and
that ever again.

"You agree to all this Sara?"

All eyes turned to the wife and mother, the forty-five year-old woman
who had changed so radically these last few weeks.  Of the three sets
of eyes, only Jason could see past the woman that she once was, to see
the sexy submissive lover that his own mother had become.

Sara looked calmly at each of her children and then at her husband
Darren, "Of course honey, I just want to make everyone happy."

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