Steve's View
It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Even feeling Mum up last night while Dad watched helpless and the rest of the family looked on wasn't a match for it. She was actually coming on to me as I sat there beating my meat. Putting it all out there for me. Her tits, her cunt. Even giving me flashes of her arsehole when she bent over. And whenever she could, she was watching my cock. Wanting it, I knew. Well, the whore would get it. And more.
I was imaging sharing her with my mates when I shot my load. Inviting a few of them over, and having her naked waiting to meet them. How bloody cool would that be? I could imagine their faces. And I'd play it real sophisticated. "You know my Mum, don't you? Nice tits for an old bird she's got, hasn't she? And what do you think of her cunt? Show them your cunt, Mum."
When I'd cum she'd just stood there looking at me, her body wet and glistening from the shower. I ordered her to clean my cock, and when she just came over and knelt down to do it then I knew I could do anything with her anytime. The first touch of her tongue on my cock set it rising again. And it kept growing as she licked it clean of cum. Her tongue felt so good wrapping itself around my cock, and covering every inch of the head with her spit. Looking down at my Mum naked and on her knees and lapping away at my cock, I was about ready to cum again. It made me think of all the times she had given me grief over this or that, coming on all high and mighty. One thing for sure was that she'd never be able to do that again, not after this.
"Make it good and hard again, Mum," I told her. "Ready to fuck your face."
She looked up at me expressionlessly, and then slowly took the head of my cock between her lips while keeping her eyes on my face. It was just too much for me. I had to have her, to ram my cock into her mouth and shoot down her throat. I pushed her back and stood up, but that caused my jeans to slip down my thighs. And to show her what I was wearing underneath. She let my cock slip form her lips and sat back on the bathroom floor, looking up at me.
"This family has been nothing but surprises the last few days," she said, a laugh in her voice. "You and your Dad are going to have be paying something for the use of your sister's underwear. You can hardly expect her to pay for outfitting the two of you as well."
All of a sudden this wasn't going the way I thought it was going. I pulled up my jeans, and when she started to laugh I did the only thing I could do and left her there. Going down the stairs, my only thoughts were of how if Slutfucker hadn't insisted on me wearing panties to meet him then right now I would have been fucking my Mum's mouth.
Downstairs Aunt Samantha was in the living room, sitting on the sofa with another woman I didn't know. Dawn was there too, standing in front of them in her school uniform. Blazer, blouse, tie and everything. She was holding her skirt up around her waist, showing her long slim legs and a pair of pink panties.
"This must be young Steve," the other woman said.
""This is Steve," Aunt Samantha confirmed for her.
"I'm Kay," the woman said. "Your aunt tells me you have a very nice cock. Going to join your sister in giving us a show, Steve?"
I looked at Dawn, and she pulled a face at me. "I have to go out," I said. "I'm meeting someone."
"Another time then, Steve," Kay said, her attention back on Dawn. "Sometime very soon. When you get home"
I mumbled something and left them to their game. But with another thought in my mind now. Fucking my sister.
Kay's View
Samantha and I have been lovers and the closest of friends since we were at school together, and after I got married she helped me turn my new husband into the cuckolded and feminised little girly-boy that he is to this day. So she knew exactly who to come to first when she found out what her brother-in-law had been up to with the company accounts. The idea of having a whole family with which to play was a dream come true for both of us, and all she needed to do after we had made our plans was to persuade her father. He was so mad at the two of them for cheating him that it hadn't been that difficult.
A vital part of the plan was to initially convince Dawn and Steve that it was all gain and no pain for them. That they would get to play with and humiliate their parents, and that they would stay in control. We'd done that, and now we were moving on. I'd already had Dawn's sweet little mouth pleasuring my cunt, and that was only the very beginning.
"Very pretty, Dawn," I told her after her brother had left. "Now pull those panties down some and give us another twirl."
She let go her skirt to ease her panties down her thighs, and then lifted it again. Quite eagerly, I thought. This one was something of an exhibitionist, and that could be very useful to keep in mind. Her cunt was shaved, as I'd expected, the crack just peeping out from between her legs, When she turned, her arse was just perfect. Tight and with not an ounce of excess fat on it.
I sensed movement on the stairs again, and looked over to see Claire coming down them. She'd made an effort, perhaps so as not to be outshone by her daughter. She was in a short black dress that clung nicely. Her party dress, I imagined.
"And here's Mummy to join in the fun," I told Dawn. Tom's View
Tom stood by the doorway watching his son-in-law trying to tongue some life into the old man's cock. At his side was Cynthia, once his secretary and recently John's. And from now on running the factory. She had always done most of it anyway, so the only difference would be in her title.
"Enjoying this?" he asked her.
"Loving it," she responded, not taking her eyes off the scene before them.
"You useless cunt," they heard old Barney say as he took his still limp cock from John's mouth. "Can't get anything right. Maybe your wife could do a better job, or your daughter. She's a pretty little thing. You reckon your daughter's sweet little mouth could get me up, Mr Ames?"
John looked up, and mutely nodded. Barney grinned and, to laughter and a cheer from the women watching, let loose a stream of piss that hit John full in the face. His tilted head meant a lot of it went up his nose, and as he instinctively opened his mouth to breathe Barney aimed the stream straight down his throat.
"Get him cleaned up after Barney's finished with him," Tom told Cynthia. "Use the hose out in the yard. Then he's yours for the next couple of hours. Whatever you please."
"It'll be a pleasure, Tom," she said with relish.
Tom left the factory and went back to his car. He intended to go back to his daughter's and son-in-law's house, but halfway there as he passed the park he caught sight of his grandson Steve. The boy was hanging around the public lavatories, and looking ridiculously furtive. Intrigued, Tom parked around the corner and then returned to watch what might be transpiring.