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Part Seven
John's View.
I had lost count of the number of times I had fantasised about watching my stuck-up wife sexually abused and humiliated, and now here she was with her tongue stuck up her sister's arsehole and their dad videoing the whole thing. But in my fantasies I'd been sitting in an easy chair and wanking as I watched her being used. Not bent over a chair with my son fucking my mouth and my daughter ramming a dildo up my arse.
Still, I did get to watch out of the corner of my eye as her face disappeared between the cheeks of Samantha's arse, and I could imagine her tongue delving into that tight little arsehole. Then Steve, who had stopped dead to watch his mum and aunt, started thrusting into my mouth again even harder, and that took up all my attention. Feeling the texture of his skin on my lips, the taste of his cock on my tongue, his hardness filling my mouth. My eyes rose to his face and I saw the grin there.
"How you liking it, Dad?" he asked. "Going to take my load in your slut mouth? Going to swallow down my sticky cum like a good whore?"
With that last word, spat out with relish, he climaxed. And I tasted the salty strands of my son's cum in my mouth. I swallowed it, gulping it down. Sand the as his cock softened he pulled it out of my mouth, and with great deliberation wiped it clean first on my right cheek and then my left.
"You're a good fuck, Dad," he said, half-laughing. "Don't ever let anybody tell you different."
I closed my eyes, half wishing this wasn't happening and half wishing it could go on for ever. The taste of my son's cock and cum still in my mouth, and the feel of it still on my cheeks. Then I heard Tom's authoritative voice, and opened my eyes again.
"It's getting late," he was saying. "And Aunt Samantha has to get back to her own family. So we'll call a temporary halt to this little party, and resume tomorrow. Dawn, Steve, I want you to go to your own rooms now and get some sleep. Your mother will ring the school tomorrow morning and tell them you're both sick with something. Claire, you get to your own bed too. Get a good night's sleep, because tomorrow you'll be going to the gymn as usual with Samantha. I'm staying the night, and I'll use the pull-down in here." There was a short pause. "Slut boy over there will be staying with me."
There was a sudden flurry as everybody rushed to follow his instructions, his control quite amazing considering how little we had thought he had just a few hours before. Then I found myself alone with him, still bent over the chair in Dawn's bra and panties and with her dildo stuck up my arse. I sensed him coming behind me, and then felt him pull it out. He came back into my field of vision and held it to my lips.
"Clean it, bitch," he said.