Claire's View
There are some things in life you just don't expect. Standing in my underwear watching my son fucking my husband's mouth under the direction of my father and my sister, said husband with a sore arse from being spanked by my daughter for wearing her underwear, would rate very high on that list. But higher would have been the possibility that the whole sick scenario would be turning me on. All of it, from the moment that Dad had first outlined his price for not calling in the police over John's embezzlement despite the front I had tried to put on to hide it. Dad's domination of John, watching John suck his dick, seeing him in Dawn's tight and sexy underwear.
It wasn't so much fun when it was my turn, but even then I was feeling excited even as I was hating having to strip off in front of the kids and have them shown those nude photos John had taken secretly of me. When Steve pushed his hand roughly down the front of my panties - and how that had made me tremble inside - he had been right when he had told Dad that my pussy was wet. Or rather my cunt was wet, as he had so crudely put it. Even saying that forbidden word in my mind sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. My son had groped my wet sopping cunt, I said aloud in my head. And wanted to say it for real. To throw off all those boring years of Friday night ten-minute in-and-out sex, and really live something.
I saw Dawn come down the stairs, holding a largish dildo in one hand and a spray bottle of what I guessed might be lubricant in the other. I'd never owned such a thing myself, and had had no idea that Dawn might. She walked across to where Steve now had John held by the hair as he thrust his dick in and out, mouthing the most amazing obscenities and insults. She watched a moment, smiling faintly, and then looked over at me. Our eyes met, and in that look was encapsulated all the petty battles that any mother would have with her teenage daughter. Clothes, boys, music, curfews - all the inevitable things. And in that look was also the knowledge that she had won the final battle.
She said something to Dad, to which he nodded, and then moved to John's rear. Her eyes still locked with mine and that faint smile still about her lips, she sprayed the dildo and massaged the lubricant into it with what I thought was unnecessarily sensuous motions. Then she positioned it between John's buttocks and, still with here eyes on me, gave it one almighty push. I saw John jump in surprise and let out a muffled cry from his stuffed mouth. And then Dawn's smile turned into a full grin.
"Wouldn't you like to be doing this, Mum?" she asked me leeringly. "Or would you like it better if I was fucking your arse with it?"
I heard a whirring noise to the side, and became aware that both Dad and Sam had moved away from where Steve still was thrusting away into his father's mouth. Turning my head away from the scene, I saw them standing over to my right as Dad filmed what was going on with a small camera. He panned round until it was pointed at me.
"Home movies with a difference, sis," Sam said with a laugh. "And with the wonder of the internet this could be downloaded on to a million computers by morning if placed on a few well-chosen sites. You could be famous worldwide within a week."
I looked at her wordlessly, and something in my expression she must have misread, because a sudden anger flushed her face. She stepped over and slapped me across the face.
"Still the stuck up cow," she snarled at me. "Still the prissy big sister, despite all this." She waved her hand at the scene behind her. Both Steve and Dawn had stopped what they were doing to their Dad to watch, Steve with his cock still deep in John's mouth. "Your knickers are soaking wet from watching it, but you still manage to look at me as if you're lady muck."
My cheek stinging from the unexpected blow, I tried to open my mouth to protest. But she slapped me again, on the other cheek, and then put her head back and spat in my face. I stood there transfixed as her spittle dribbled down the side of my nose and down to my upper lip.
"Lick it," she ordered.
Mesmerised by the anger in her eyes, I put out my tongue and licked her spittle from my lip. That made her smile, but still beneath it there was the anger.
"On your knees," she told me.
I got down on to my knees, so that my face was level with her crotch. She turned away from me and lowered her trousers, and then her panties. Her pert little arse was only inches from my face.
"Make sure you get this on film, Dad." er pert little arse was inches from my face. My Then to me, "Lick my arse, bitch."
Tentatively I stuck out my tongue, and ran it up one tightly muscled buttock.
"Idiot," she shouted at me. "I want your face buried in my crack. Your tongue in my arsehole. Do it, bitch, and do it like you mean it. Show these kids of yours that you're as much a slut as your sissy faggot of a husband."
I lifted trembling hands and pulled apart her arse cheeks. The length of her crack appeared, and deep within her little puckered hole. I had never seen one close up like that before, and the strange thing that struck me was how pretty it looked. I wondered if mine looked as good.
"I'm waiting, sis," came her impatient voice from above me. "We're all waiting. Waiting for you to use your sweet slutty tongue on my arsehole."
I looked at it and thought of alternatives. John in prison. Worse, maybe me as well. I had not known specifically of John's thefts from Dad's business, but I had realised that we were living far above the standard justified by his salary. And had chosen not even to ask about it. I couldn't see how I could convince any jury that I wasn't an actual accomplice. So the alternatives were no alternatives at all. Pulling Sam's arse cheeks further apart, I pushed my face forward between them and reached out my tongue for her hole. I licked at it, tasting its tanginess, and then ran the tip of my tongue around its rim.
"That's it, bitch," Sam murmured. "That feels good. Now get it inside me. Fuck my arsehole with your tongue."
I pushed my tongue against her hole, feeling the resistance. And then the tip of it slipped inside.