Road Rage Family (m/f, inc, nc, con?)
by Overtime

Randy sat in his Mercedes sports coupe waiting for traffic to move.  Glancing at the clock, he surmised that his wife, Ashley, would be back home about now, after dropping off his son and daughter at soccer and ballet practice.  He might have just enough time for a quick fuck if the damn cars would start moving again.  Randy had been working so much overtime lately that he guessed it had been at least six weeks since they had sex.  No wonder he was so damn irritable.

They had been married for fifteen years, and yet he still found pleasure in his wife.  He recognized how lucky he was.  Her lithe body had been unfazed by either of her pregnancies.  Ashley was not given to working out.  Somehow she didn’t need to.  Her doctor had attributed her constant thinness to some sort of thyroid condition.  She ate all the time, but kept the same shape.  She was 5’ 5’’ with dark hair, soft, round C-cup breasts, and a remarkable ass--a true Italian beauty.  It was just as well, he thought, because she was also one lazy bitch.  He would come home from work to find her sitting on the couch watching TV in the same position as when he left.  At least she had never tried to refuse him sex, and that’s what kept a lasting marriage.

He played back the workday in his mind while inching forward in traffic.  He had delivered a fiery ultimatum that the team would need to work all night to meet the latest schedule.  He would be damned if he was going to listen to their lame excuses anymore.  He would fire every one of them and have them replaced by Monday--the lazy bastards.  The disbelieving smirk on the lead engineer’s face was still stuck in his mind when a white van suddenly veered into his lane.  Anti-lock brakes firing, the Mercedes missed the van by inches.  Randy leaned on the horn and shouted,

"Asshole!!!  Who do you think you’re fucking with?"

He saw the driver glare back at him in his side mirror.  Traffic started moving again, and eventually he was able to pass.  He shot the driver a look, but the driver appeared to be oblivious of him.

Half an hour later, Randy pulled into his driveway, noting that his wife’s SUV was there.  He grabbed his briefcase and headed inside, anticipating his wife’s hot body.  He became dejected when he heard the sounds of his daughter, Emily, talking on the phone in the kitchen.  "Shit," he thought, "there goes that idea."  He headed for the bar and poured himself a scotch.  His wife emerged from the kitchen dressed in a pair of shorts and a tight white T-shirt.  He kissed her head, inhaling its shampoo smell, and grinding his crotch into her hip.

"I thought the kids had practice today," he said to her.

"That’s Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, hon," she replied.  "Today is Thursday."

"Everyday seems the same damn day to me," he responded crisply.  "Working all these hours is going to kill me."

His wife did not reply, but backed away from his crotch at the sound of his harsh words.

"Mom, I’m going over to Stacy’s to work on a paper for English," his daughter shouted after slamming down the phone and turning to leave the room.

"Doesn’t ask, she just tells.  When did that start happening?"  Randy inquired of his wife.

"Be home for dinner," his wife called as her daughter mounted the stairs.

"Oh Mom, I don’t want to eat dinner.  I’m on a diet," Emily replied.

"Well, just be home by 9 then." Emily’s mom responded, but the young woman had already bounded up the stairs to her room.

Emily didn’t need a diet, Randy thought.  She was bordering on anorexic if anything.  At 14 she took after her mother in everything but breast size.  Ballet had conditioned her body tightly.

Randy was about to say something else to his wife, but he turned at the sound of his daughter coming back down the stairs and heading toward the front door with her backpack.  As she turned the knob, she was thrown forcefully back and fell into the stairs.  A large man pushed his way into the house, pulling a large automatic from his belt.

"Stay where you are!" he commanded.

Ashley hugged up tight to her husband in fear, and Emily cringed on the lower stairs.

Randy shouted, "Just who the hell are you?"  It was all he could manage to say.  He had a hard time understanding what was happening.  Slowly his mind started working.  Was this a robbery, what they called a home invasion on television--in this neighborhood?  He tried to break his wife’s embrace and move toward the armed intruder.

"Just stay right where you are or I’ll fucking kill you!" the stranger intoned in a deep, commanding voice.  Randy froze.

"Who else is in the house?" the stranger questioned.  Meeting no reply, he repeated "Who!"

"My br-br-brother," Emily responded, looking terrified of the man with the gun.

"Where!" the man boomed.

"In his r-room," Emily almost whispered and pointed back up the stairs.

Marcus was in his room staring at the pictures in an issue of Perfect 10 magazine he had bought from a guy at school.  He had his cock in his hand and was turning the pages, mouth agape at the beautiful models.  He’d never seen women that hot.  He found each new woman equally exquisite and he flipped the pages.  Marcus was 15 and hadn’t had a girlfriend yet.  He was shy, but not unattractive.  He was decently built for a boy his age, and he liked to work out.  Soccer had conditioned him into a thin, wiry young man of about 5’ 10’’.  Marcus thought he heard some commotion downstairs, but he ignored it, continuing to stroke his erect cock.  He turned to a hot young red head with a fiery bush, and his tempo increased.

Downstairs the stranger had rounded up the three other family members and marched them upstairs towards Marcus’s room.  Randy considered making a move, but he knew the man with the gun could shoot all three of them in seconds.  The man looked like a professional soldier of some kind, and Randy did not want to put the stranger’s will to the test.

"If it’s money you want," Randy started, but before he could finish the stranger had clopped him on the head with the butt of the gun.  Randy reeled and almost fell back down the stairs, but his wife supported him.

"Move!" the stranger commanded.

Marcus paused, thinking he heard someone yell outside of his room.  He ceased his masturbation and looked up when the door suddenly burst open.  Then he saw his mother, father, and sister shoved through the doorway by a large man holding a gun.

"Over on the bed, now!" The stranger shouted.

Marcus still held his erect cock in his left hand.  His soccer shorts and underwear were around his ankles, and the magazine was still lying open.  The stranger now shoved his mother and sister toward him, and his father fell to the floor.  The gunman pulled the phone cord out of the wall and wrapped it around his father’s legs and hands.  His father moaned, and there was blood visible on the back of his head.

The women were in shock as they were forced toward the young man’s bed.  Marcus tried to cover his boner with his hands and then scooted to one side.  His eyes took in the intruder, but he was far too embarrassed to make eye contact with his mother or sister.

Emily sat on the middle of the bed near where her brother had placed his nudie magazine.  She had seen her brother’s cock on the move to the bed and was amazed.  It was so much larger than she would have guessed.  She had only ever seen one boy’s cock in real life, last summer when she had lost her virginity to a friend’s brother.  It had hurt terribly, and he had been cruel.  She had not had sex since the episode.  Her mother sat beside her on the bed.  She noticed that her mother also saw the nudie book and looked over at her son’s nakedness, but her mother’s expression of terror did not change.

"So here we are." The man said in a deep and commanding voice. "I come back from the war, and I got to drive in this mess, and some asshole won’t let me over.  Then he shouts at ME and calls me an asshole--some rich prick from the suburbs who never worked a day in his life--and I got to defend this country for pricks like him in his Mercedes Benz!"  The man ended his tirade by kicking Randy in the gut as he lay on the floor next to the bed.

Randy doubled over in pain.  Things were starting to make some sense.  This was some road rage incident gone to the extreme.  This guy was some crazy war vet.  He wondered how far the guy would go with this.  The pain in his head and abdomen prevented him from moving, and the room spun.

"Well, well, well.  The man said, just what do we have here.  Junior up in his room playing with his dick.  Mom and sis not looking too bad over there.  I tell you what this isn’t fair.  Junior’s got his dick out.  I think Mom and sis need to strip down too."

Ashley and Emily just starred at the gun pointed in their direction.  Marcus meekly mumbled, but the stranger ignored him.

"You heard me bitches.  Take off your clothes, now, or I’ll hurt your old man some more.  Do it!"

Emily remained frozen, looking at her Mom.  Her mother still had a terrified look on her face, but after a moment’s pause she started pulling up her white T-shirt from under her shorts.  Emily was wearing two shirts with no bra.  Together mother and daughter pulled off their shirts.  Emily’s small pert breasts stuck out from her chest.  Her mother was still wearing her bra, and with a look of desperation, she reached behind and undid the strap.

Marcus looked on as his sister and mother removed their upper body clothing.  At first sight of his sister’s breasts he could not help but be turned on, despite the horrific situation unfolding.  He had never seen real breasts before, and he was surprised at the size of his sister’s chest.  He had always considered her to be flat-chested, but it seemed that her clothing had been hiding something.  Her light brown nipples came out into eraser nubs that were rock hard.  He couldn’t help but stare; however, when his mother took off her bra, Marcus let out a little gasp.  His mother’s breasts were amazing, and he could not believe that something this remarkable had been concealed from him for so long.  His cock immediately began to stiffen back to full hardness.  He tried not to stare, but as he scanned the room his eyes were magnetically drawn back to his mother’s chest.

The stranger merely commanded, "Keep going, bitches.  Take the rest of those clothes off!"

Ashley was disappointed that the stranger was not satisfied with the girls taking off just their tops, but she knew she had no recourse.  She removed her shoes and socks and slipped her shorts down and dropped them on the floor.  She sat back on the bed, staring forward at the man with the gun, hoping he would be done with his perversions and leave them.

"Now you, cupcake!" the stranger spoke to Emily.

Emily took off her shoes and socks and pulled off her shorts and underwear just as her mother had done.  She glanced over at her brother and noticed his cock had become rock hard.  As she gazed at the muscularity of her brother’s organ, some more primitive part of her mind became active.  She felt blood start to flow south, and her pussy began to moisten.  She turned from her brother, and looked to her mother for support and guidance.

"Please," Ashley intoned to the intruder, "Please don’t hurt my family anymore.  Take our money and go."

"Bitch, I don’t want your money.  I want your ass.  Now get over here and suck this cock."

The stranger pulled his zipper down and then pulled out a semi-erect cock.  Already it was clear that the man was well-endowed.  The man walked over to Randy and stood on his hand.  Randy let out a yowl.

"You better start sucking, bitch, or I’m gonna break all of you husbands fingers."

Ashley moved off the bed and got down on her knees in front of the man with the gun.  She took his cock into her hands and stroked it slowly and softly.  She moistened it slightly with her mouth.  At full erection, the man had an enormous 8 to 9 inch cock with an incredible girth.  Ashley could barely fit the head of the stranger’s penis in her mouth, but he grabbed her head and forced it inside.   She immediately gagged and her face went bright red.  The stranger allowed her to come up for air, and a coughing fit ensued.  Without mercy, the man forced her head onto his stiff cock again.  Resigned to this, she began sucking the head slowly in and out of her mouth.  He still had her by the head, but he was staring to enjoy the sensation.  She found that when she started stroking it with her hands as she sucked that he eased the pressure on her head.

"That’s it bitch," the stranger mewed.  "I know a hot piece like you knows how to suck a cock."  Then the man reached down and squeezed her right breast. Leaving red marks on her skin, he pinched and twisted her nipple.

Emily now turned back toward her brother for reassurance.  His cock twitched as starred wide eyed at his mother manipulating the gunman.  His mouth moistened as he watched him pull and knead his mother’s delectable breasts.  Emily squeezed her thighs together while looking at her brother’s cock.  She was scarred, but she had learned of how men wanted to have their cocks sucked by women.  She hoped that the man would get what he wanted and leave them alone.

"Alright, you, you little bitch, on the bed.  I want to see you do what your mother is doing to your brother’s cock over there.  Do it now, or so help me I’ll break your mother’s face."

Ashley stopped sucking the gunman’s cock when he made demand of her daughter, but he immediately grabbed her head and forced the cock back into her mouth.

"That’s right, suck it bitch."

Emily was shocked that the man wanted her to suck her brother’s cock.  She’d never done something like that before, and this was her brother.  Still, something inside her was very excited by the idea.  She was going to do something that adults did.  This might make her into a grown up.  She moved over on the bed.

"Emily, no." her brother said.  His hands were away from his penis, but he covered himself as she moved over towards him.

"We have to." She replied, "or he’s going to hurt mom."

Reluctantly, her brother moved his hands away.  She slowly and carefully inserted her brother’s penis into her mouth.  She delighted in its salty taste.  She started moving her head up and down.  Her saliva started to drool out from her mouth and onto his cock, and she sucked it back up.  Marcus moaned and moved his crotch up toward his sister’s mouth.  She sucked his cock up and down slowly just as her mother was doing for the gunman, and she began stroking him with her hand.

Marcus loved the feeling of his sister sucking his cock.  He reached out and touched her breasts and pinched her eraser nipples.  She moaned into his dick in response.  Her breasts were so nice and soft.  He looked over at his mother’s breasts and felt the twinge in his cock as his sister sucked it.

"Alright, now I’m going to fuck this bitch." The gunman stated.  He removed his large cock from Ashley’s mouth.  He commanded Ashley to kneel at the side of the bed with her upper-body on the mattress.  He spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva onto Ashley’s opening before cramming his phallus inside.  She yelped in pain and tried to push away toward the bed.  He held her firmly and thrust deep inside her.

When Marcus saw the gunman force his huge boner into his mother he lost control and shot his wad into his sister’s mouth.  She hadn’t been expecting it and started coughing and spitting it out onto his groin.  His cock continued to spurt hot come for a few more seconds while his sister recovered.

Marcus had never had an orgasm that powerful or come that much.  His cock was still spasming and rock hard.  His sister starred at it in amazement.

The gunman took a moment to ease the pounding of Ashley to look over at the brother and sister team.  "Nice job, stud." He stated.  "Now I want to see you jam that thing up your sister’s twat.  Do it, or I swear I’ll put another hole in your mother where one don’t belong.  You heard me bitch, get down on the bed like your mother."

Emily assumed the position on the bed beside her mother.  Marcus’s cock was still covered in his spunk.  He rubbed it on his sister’s pussy, enjoying the sensations, and Emily moaned in approval.  Ashley turned her head, and she saw her son’s cock covered in come and poised at the entrance to his sister’s womanhood.  Marcus looked over at his mom staring at his cock.  His mother’s cries of pain as the gunman rammed his cock inside her had turned to moans of pleasure.  Their eyes met, and Marcus’s cock twitched.  He found his sister’s entrance and pressed forward.  Within seconds he was pounding his sister in time with the gunman pounding his mother.

"That’s right, stud.  Fuck that little bitch hard.  Squeeze those little titties.  Yes."

Emily couldn’t believe how good her brother’s cock felt inside her.  He reached around to give her breasts a squeeze, and it was too much.  She spasmed on his cock and bucked back wildly in a powerful orgasm.  Her mother was not far behind, coming onto the stranger’s cock for all she was worth.  The stranger had had enough, and he pulled out of the mother and stepped back.

"Alright, stud, time to put that dick inside of old mom, here."

Ashley was stunned when the stranger pulled his cock out of her.  She wanted to reach around and grab it and shove it back, but then she heard him.  No, she thought, this is too much.  He can’t want my own son to fuck me.  No, that’s not right.

The stranger wasn’t wasting any time.  He pulled Marcus back off of his sister and pushed him toward his mother.

"Now stick that dick inside of her or your whole family is dead."  The stranger commanded.

Marcus knew he had little choice, and he could feel his cock get even harder when he realized what the stranger intended for him to do.  He placed his cock at the entrance to his mother’s womb and slowly slid it inside.  The feeling was overwhelming.  His sister’s pussy had been tight and uncomfortable to some extent, but his mother’s wet pussy accepted his cock like it belonged there.  He could not help himself but to start bucking on her rapidly.  He started developing a rhythm, and his mother started to buck back in time.  Their fucking was frenetic and moving toward climax.

The stranger took Emily roughly by the shoulder and turned her around on the bed so she was facing up.  She watched her brother taking their mother from behind, fucking her for all she was worth.  The look of concentration on his face turned her on immensely.  She almost didn’t notice that the stranger had now moved on top of her and was positioning his manhood in front of her.  Then he placed the tip at her entrance and she looked up and saw what he intended to do.  She became very frightened due to the size of the man’s penis.  It was warm and slick with her mother’s juices as he poised it at her entrance.  "Please, please mister," was all she managed to say.

The stranger did not try to jab his erection forcefully inside her.  As the cries and moans of her mother and brother filled the room, he pushed his head slowly into her and then withdrew.  She was surprised how good it felt, and he continued to work it into her slowly, building speed slightly as he achieved more depth.  Eventually he had half his huge cock inside her, and the feeling was incredible.  Her pussy spasmed around his cock.

"Yea, now that’s tight."  The stranger moaned, and then shot his wad directly into the young schoolgirl.  Meanwhile Marcus and Ashley had fucked to a crescendo with Marcus filling his mother with his hot spunk.

After that the stranger got up, zipped up his pants, and left the house.  Ashley excoriated herself from her son and went over to her husband who had fallen unconscious.  She released his bonds and told Marcus to go and get some ice for his father’s head.

"We’re going to have to go to the hospital for RU-486", she told her daughter.  "I think your father will be fine, but we don’t want to get pregnant from this."

Emily nodded.  Whatever her mother said, Emily had never experienced pleasure like this, and all was fine in her world.

When her son returned with the icepack she told him they would need to go to the hospital, but she admonished her children that they should never speak of this day to anyone.
