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Raven had watched his daughter finish her cake and ice cream with enthusiasm. Her excitement was apparent in the way she wanted to show him how much she loved him but her nervousness was all to apparent as well. Here he was not only taking advantage of his fatherly figure role toward his daughter but Emma's innocence that he'd instilled in her as well. Yet he did it without remorse or regret. Raven had been training his daughter for this moment for quite some time and now was his change to move in. He'd been teaching her to trust him, keeping her innocent and away from society so that she wouldn't know that there was anything wrong with what he was doing. Although once he started tonight, Raven had to wonder to himself if Emma would start to resist him, give him reason to punish her and go to more extreme measures in order to teach her to pleasure him and become his own personal slut. As he watched her stand up and prance out of the dining room the thought of all the punishments and dark things he could do only made his desire more intense.

While waiting for Emma to come out from her room after changing, Raven cleaned up the table putting the left over food in the fridge then loaded the dishwasher with the dirty dishes and turned it on to run it. After tonight, Emma would be taking full charge of the cooking and cleaning as well as being in complete submission to Raven and his own deviant desires. She would be taught to pleasure him when ever he wanted, how ever he wanted and accept whatever he gave out regardless of how humiliating it might be. Furthermore, Emma would come to accept it and welcome it because she wanted to please Raven and show him how much she loved him.

Making his way into Emma's bedroom, he leaned against the door Jam watching her for a few silent moments with his arms crossed over his chest. Raven grinned darkly at the outfit that she had chosen for the night. It was very fitting for someone who was about to loose their virginity to him and start their training as as his slut. She looked so innocent and sweet standing before him and Raven felt the ache of his cock thrumming against the confines of his jeans. What he wanted to do at this very moment was to rip that sweet baby doll outfit off her body, throw her on her bed and fuck her tight virginal pussy six ways to Sunday. It had been so long since Raven had been with a female that he could barely contain himself and he knew that  his daughter's sweet teenaged core was going to be tight. Walking up behind her, Raven wrapped his arms around Emma's waist and pulled her back against his body. "I suppose I can't be calling you my baby girl anymore can I Emma. Tonight you're going to be a woman... MY woman and MY slut." One hand started roaming over Emma's body as his other arm held her firmly around the waist so she couldn't break free.

"You look positively beautiful in this outfit Emma. So alluring and full of erotic sensuality. It just proves how much of a woman you're ready to be and the way you wear it only proves to me that you really do want to be my slut as well as belonging to me." Dipping his head down, Raven kissed the crook where Emma's neck and shoulder met then bit her lightly before moving his lips up to hover over her ear. "Do you know what a slut is Emma?" Raven looked into the mirror and caught his daughter's gaze as she looked back to him. Her blue eyes wide and the color accentuated by the color of the lingerie that she was wearing. "A slut is what you are Emma. Someone who wants to be fucked and doesn't even realize how badly they want it. A slut is someone who would do anything to please the one person they love just to prove to them just how much they love the other person. I want to teach you how to do that My sweet little slut." Raven's hand slipped between Emma's thighs again as he began teasing her clit over the thin fabric that were the pantie's that she was wearing. Firm pressure was given as his thumb circled the hard nub .

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Emma only partially understood what was going on, she knew that he was going to make her a woman, though he had never been very detailed on what exactly that meant, maintaining her innocence so well. Her knowledge of sex was limited, which meant he would now be able to mold her in what ever way he wanted. She didn't have any ideas of what it was supposed to be like or who she was supposed to be with, she didn't know what was expected of her or what was really normal, all she knew was what he told her, and given how much she trusted him she never stopped to think that perhaps what he was saying wasn't true. She didn't think that it was somehow wrong to be with him or that most people would be against the idea of a father being with his daughter, even if she wasn't related to him by blood and was adopted like Emma was.

He said that he was going to show her ways to demonstrate just how much she loved him and she liked that idea, she wanted to be able to show him how she loved him more than anything and that she was so happy and thankful that he was her father and that he had raised her and taken care of her. Of course, Emma didn't know about the things he had in mind, and had she known perhaps she would be more reluctant. Brain washing could only go so far...

For now Emma was happy, though, and when she felt her father wrap his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his body she was excited and happy to see him. He said that she would be his slut again, which she didn't entirely understand, but he said it in such a way that made her feel thrilled to be his slut. She wanted to be his slut for him and belong to him, and she like the idea of being a woman, not a child. Like any teenage girl she was eager to grow up, to be thought of as more mature and an adult. She felt his hand as it roamed over her body while holding her firmly in place, not that she was trying to get away.

Emma was beaming when he said she looked beautiful, telling her that it proved how much of a woman she was going to be. His lips touching her neck and lightly biting her made her feel excited, though her nerves were growing as well, something she couldn't explain. What was making her nervous? Emma looked at him in the mirror and shook her head "No... I don't!" she said, happy he was going to explain it to her. His explanation confused her slightly, though it seemed to somehow make sense. She didn't understand how she could want something without knowing it, but she did want to do anything to please him and she loved him, she wanted to learn how to do that. "I want to learn, I want you to teach me!" she said, the excitement returning to her voice as she felt his hand moving between her thighs, touching her clit. The thin fabric did little to cover her and it felt almost as if he was touching it directly, making her take a deep breath as she felt the pleasant sensations that his thumb gave her.

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Raven's thumb continued to tease Emma's hard clit as he ground his groin into her firm heart shaped ass. Knowing that his daughter wasn't going to be running off from his touch, he released his hold around her waist and began fondling her full young breasts through the sheer material of her baby doll top. "Oh Emma, you're going to make daddy so happy as his perfect little slut." Raven moaned huskily as his finger and thumb pinched her nipple and rolled it with a tug. "You're going to learn so well. Darling, you've already started learning how to be daddy's little slut. You let me touch you and you enjoy it don't you?" Raven could smell Emma's arousal through the thin fabric of her panties and her breasts heaved with each deep breath that she'd taken from the pleasure that she was given at his caresses.

"Turn around Emma and look at me in the eyes now." Taking a step back to give her room, Raven waited until his daughter turned to look at him before continuing. Taking her hand in his, Raven once more guided her small palm over the hard bulge that was straining to get out of his jeans. "Now a good little slut won't deny her father anything. You want to be a good little slut for me don't you Emma? To show me how much you love me?" As he pressed Emma's hand against his covered cock, Raven unbuttoned the top of his jeans and then helped her unzip his pants. With his free hand he pulled his fully erect cock from his jeans as it sprung to attention, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"There's many things we are going to do together. But for tonight, I'm going to be teaching you some of the basics. Like I said, a good little slut does everything their daddy and Dominant wants them to do. I know you want to be a good slut for me Emma but if you don't follow the rules and are a bad slut, I'll have to punish you. I don't want to punish you so don't do anything that would make me have to." He grinned then while guiding Emma's hand to curl her fingers around his thick cock. Slowly he began showing her how to stroke him starting from the base then working upward to the tip and back down again. Guiding her other hand down, he helped her cup his twin sac and started teaching her the best way to fondle him that would best please him. Raven would occasionally squeeze Emma's hand which held his balls only to relax the grasp and go back to showing her how to fondling them again. "Fuck Emma... That feels so good baby girl." Releasing Emma's hands he placed his on her hips then moaned low. "Don't stop until I tell you too Emma or I'll have to punish you."

Moments passed as they stood there like that. "You can ask me anything right now my slut. I'm sure you're curious as to what's going on but I want to know... How does it feel to touch your father like this? Are you enjoying having my cock in your hands and knowing that soon I'll be fucking that tight little pussy of yours? Knowing that You'll be giving me the gift of your virginity and I'll be giving you the gift of womanhood?" Stepping back then, Raven kicked off his sneakers and removed his pants and t-shirt completely. Standing before his daughter naked, he was thankful he always went commando.

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Raven's thumb teasing her clit and then his hands fondling her breasts had her breathing deeply, feeling the warmth spreading as she became aroused from his touches. She nodded her head "I do, Daddy. I want to be the perfect slut for you!" she said, still not fully understanding what she was saying but knowing that she wanted him to be happy with her. It didn't matter if she was unsure of what being a slut meant so far because he had said he would teach her, and when he taught her she would make sure to be the best slut that she could for him, to make him as happy as possible and show him that she loved him very much.

Emma turned around when he told her to, looking at him as he looked down at her. She felt him guide her hand down to the bulge in his pants again, feeling the nerves return. She was used to him touching her, but touching him was new. "I do!" she said again, nodding her head, she knew that she couldn't back away otherwise she wouldn't be acting like a good slut, so she kept her hand there for him to guide even as her father unbuttoned his jeans and then had her unzip his pants. He pulled his cock out, which she couldn't help but stare at. He had kept it hidden from her for so long, she had never before actually looked a this cock or touched it and seeing it made her even more nervous, though she didn't know why. She looked at the head and the pre-cum that was leaking from it.

She turned her attention back to him, looking away from his cock. "I will follow the rules, I promise, I don't want to be bad." she said, though she had no idea what the rules were, she just knew that she didn't want to displease him, she wanted to do everything that she could to prove that she loved him and that she was a good slut. Emma thought about the punishments for a moment, but it didn't matter because she would never do anything to make herself be punished, or that was what she thought for now, whether that would stay that way was doubtful. Emma curled her hand around his cock, feeling his thick it was. She understood the basics of sex, which meant she knew where he was going to put that and she looked afraid. How would that fit inside of her? It was too thick, it wouldn't work. But she didn't voice her concerns, trusting him, he would make sure everything went the way it was supposed to and he wouldn't hurt her.

Emma followed his instructions, stroking his cock from the base up to the tip, her other hand touching his sac and fondling him. His cock felt strange and hard and then his balls were weird, too. She explored them a little bit as she touched them, looking at them curiously. He seemed to be enjoying it, too, which made her happy. "I won't stop"... she said, continuing to stroke and fondle him, not wanting to upset him or give him any reason to punish her. "It... it feels good, I am happy to be able to touch you." she said, she was happy to show that she loved him after all, which was what touching him like this meant. "But... I'm nervous about the rest of it... excited, but nervous!" she said, being honest with him.

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"What a good little slut you are for me. So agreeable and wanting to do anything to please me. Always remember that that's how you stay a good slut Emma. The fact that you'll do anything to make sure I'm taken care of and whatever I say to do is what will make me happy." Raven's body tensed up at the touch of Emma's hands while she continued to stroke his cock and fondle his balls. He felt the warmth of the growing sensation in his groin that radiated down his thighs and upward into his six pack abs as he was about to cum which caused him to growl that turned into a moan. "Emma... stop... now..." Raven snarled softly "I don't want to cum to fast and your soft hands are about to make me do just that." He smiled to his daughter who looked at him in confusion.

Moving over to the bed, Raven sat on the edge, his cock at full attention and he patted his lap while looking at Emma. "Take off that pretty outfit Emma. Do it slowly. Remember how you were dancing to that one slow song the other day and your hands were roaming over your body? That's how I want you to take off the Lingerie and then I'll show you what I mean by cumming. It's also called climaxing or an orgasm. You'll enjoy this Emma." Raven had every intent on giving Emma her first orgasm without even breaking her hymen tonight... The second and third would also come tonight as well but only after he had gotten the rules down with her.

As he watched his daughter undressing for him, Raven readjusted himself on the bed awaiting for Emma to come place herself in his lap like she would have when she was little and sitting on Santa's lap. Although now, She was an adult and going to be doing more perverted deranged things with her father than they normal population would have approved of. Yes while she was undressing, Raven continued to talk to her. "Emma, I'll tell you what the rules are to being my perfect slut. You need to be available to me at anytime I want to have sex with you. That means both me fucking that pretty little mouth of yours, up that tight ass or in your young pussy. When I say it's time, there will be no back talk about it or arguments. I doubt you'll not want to do that for me though because I can already tell you're a slut and want to get fucked all the time."

Raven's eyes and tone took on an even darker tone to them as he leaned back on his hands continuing to watch Emma undress. His cock jerked hard at his daughter's body beginning to get exposed to him. "The second rule is that you'll always call me daddy or Sir and you'll never take off your caller. Both of those mean that you belong to me and are my slut always. Third, is that your body will always be accessible to me and whatever I deem fit to do with it. You're body will belong to me from now on. If I chose to let someone or something else use your pussy for my pleasure while I'm fucking your mouth, then that's what will happen. If I tell you to let someone or something else fuck that succulent ass or mouth of yours while I fuck your mouth or pussy, then that's what you'll do and love it because that's what a good slut does and you are such a slutty little girl that you don't even know you want it yet." As he was explaining what was to happen, their male pet German Shepard Jack came strolling into the room and settled into his bed. The dog sniffed the air once then twice before laying his head on his paws. Raven glanced to Jack then back to Emma both times he had spoke of anyone or anything fucking her other than him. It was a definite cue as to what he had in mind but Raven's deviant mind went even further than that as he thought now about the horses he had out in the corral.

"Also, once I show you what your orgasm feels like, you won't be allowed to cum unless I say you can and you're not allowed to touch yourself unless I give you direct approval to do so. There will be other rules but I will go over those when the time comes. Is that understood Slut?" Raven waited then to finish watching her not only her full voluptuous body but the expression on her face as well. He wanted to see just how she would react to what he was saying for these were mild compared to what he had in mind.

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Emma was startled when Raven snarled for her to stop, moving her hands away right away as if she had done something wrong, not understanding why he as telling her to stop so suddenly. He smiled, though, and explained why and she felt better. She hadn't done anything wrong, he had been enjoying it too much maybe. That made her feel good, that she could make him feel so good just by touching him like that. She stood there and watched as he made his way over to the bed, moving as if to sit on his lap, though pausing when he made another request. "Okay Daddy!" she said, wondering about what he had meant by cumming and how he would show her. She started to take off her clothes, moving slowly and running her hands along her body as she did, just like he asked her to. She as able to dance in a very sexy way, slowly touching herself and revealing more skin. She had seen it on a video and had copied it, and of course he had always encouraged her.

As she stripped and put on a show for him she listened to him as he continued to talk, going into the rules he had mentioned earlier. Even the first rule made her pause for a minute, though she quickly continued, holding her question to herself, not wanting to seem stupid. What had he meant when he mentioned her ass, though? He couldn't put it there, right? She looked nervous about this rule, giving her now room to decide for herself. It seemed rather harsh to her, but she reminded herself that she wanted to please her daddy and if that was what it took she would have to do it, and maybe he was right and she really would want to get fucked all the time... right now she really had no idea, seeing as she had never done it. Maybe if she ended up not being the way he thought she was he wouldn't make her follow that rule.

Things seemed to change after that rule and her father got a look on his face that she either hadn't seen or maybe just hadn't noticed before, looking particularly dark and sinister as she continued to undress herself, slipping off her top and then beginning to work at her panties. The second rule was easy enough, though as he explained the third rule further her eyes widened and she stopped what she was doing completely. Let someone else or something use her? She saw his pointed glances at their large dog and she immediately felt her fear growing, he couldn't mean the dog, right? He wouldn't have Jack do that, that was wrong, there was no way she would ever do that. She must be mistaken, though... that couldn't be right.

Emma stood there, her panties almost completely off, leaving her naked for the most part, but she seemed to have forgotten about it. "I... I don't understand Daddy... I don't want to be with anyone else, I only want to be with you, why would you let someone else be with me?" she said, not even mentioning the dog, knowing that that was just silly and that he hadn't meant that.

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Emma had been observantly following Raven's requests and orders as he sat back on the bed watching her closely and explaining how things were going to be with her as his slut. That was until she started to hesitate a momentarily about the fact that he was going to be fucking her in the ass. The more he spoke about what he expected of her, the more Emma started to falter in what Raven had initially asked her to do which was undress for him and come sit on his lap. Clicking his tongue, He shook his head when Emma had very disobediently stopped completely "Tsk Tsk Tsk Emma. That's a very bad slut. Not only did you displease me by not following through and finishing what I told you to do but you questioned why I would allow something to happen to you that would possibly please me very much."

"Yes Emma, I mean exactly what I said. If it pleases me to watch another man take you then you'll be taken by the other man and you'll enjoy it. If I say Jack is going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours or spill his seed in your mouth then that's what your going to do and love it. Why? Because you're such a dirty little slut that you'll do this for me. You love me that much and want to be the perfect slut for your daddy." Raven reached out and started stroking his cock for a few minutes trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building in his sac. He ached to cum many times tonight and to deflower his daughter while bringing her into womanhood as well as set her feet on their journey to breaking her. With a low moan of desire, he released himself from his grasp

Pushing himself up into a more upright sitting position, Raven looked directly into Emma's oceanic blue eyes. He frowned almost sadly as if he was quite upset with her but in his mind, there was joy and excitement at the fact that he was going to be able to punish his daughter, "Emma. Finish getting undressed and come over here. You've displeased me and made me very unhappy. You were a very very bad slut. I'm going to have to punish you now for your disobedience." Waiting for her to move, it appeared as though she was hesitating even more at his tone yet Raven had to take charge of his daughter again and remind her what she was going to be.

"Do it now Emma unless you don't love me like you've always said you did. I love you enough to make you happy. Don't you love me babygirl? Come over here and take your punishment so you can prove that you want to be my good slut and show me how much you love me." Raven's sinister mind was kicking into overdrive as he wanted to move forward from here and train Emma to be the slut, to enjoy sex and to welcome it from whatever source Raven had chose to give it to her form. "I want you over my knee and take your spanking like you deserve then I'll give you the gift of your womanhood."

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Emma hadn't meant to stop, she hadn't meant to disobey him, what he had said had just startled and confused her, not to mention scared her. She frowned, though, when he clicked his tongue and shook his head at her, looking disappointed. "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry." she cried, upset at herself for disobeying him, even if she hadn't meant to. Her frown deepened as he spoke, though, even saying that if he wanted her to fuck the dog she had to. He had to be lying, maybe he was just saying it to tell her that she really did have to do what he wanted, showing her that he could make her but that he wouldn't. Even that didn't please her, though. Why would her father want her to be with another man or be fucked by a dog?

But she knew better than to question him right now, her head still hanging in shame as he told her about how she had displeased him, how she had failed to make him happy and had been a bad slut. "Yes Daddy." she said, accepting the fact that he would have to punish her. His tone was scaring her though, this wasn't how he had been talking to her before. Her excitement seemed to be gone, replaced with even more fear and increased nervousness.

She had thought that he would make her feel better about how afraid she was but he was only making her feel worse, making her question what was going to happen now. He was scaring her, talking about having her be fucked by other men and animals... she hadn't even had sex the way most people had yet, it was too much to hear everything else he wanted her to do.

"No, I love you, I do." she said quickly and she took off the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked there in front of him. She walked towards him after he ordered her to go over his knee so that he could spank her as her punishment, then he would give her her womanhood. She wasn't looking forward to this gift now, though, wishing that things would go back to the way they were before already. Reluctantly she went over his knee to accept her punishment, though she tried to hide this reluctance from him, not wanting him to question her love for him, because she really did love him.


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Lisa's legs spread further as Matthew began to lap at her so fully; her fingers massaged her cousin's scalp, encouraging him to work his magic the best he could. She squeaked when she realized his tongue had invaded her, eyes going wide. She lifted her head to stare lustfully at her old cousin, quickly turning shy as reality came rushing back to her. She bit her lip and her hands latched instead to the bedding. They shouldn't be doing this! Why did it have to feel so good?

It was shortly after that movement caught her eye and her gaze drifted to Matthew's cock. She was distracted enough by the sight that the insertion of his finger combined with clitoral stimulation had her virgin pussy filling with juices. She trembled, looking fully embarrassed, and worried. She wanted to pull away and leave, but actually doing so was incredibly difficult. Another fast orgasm came as his rough fingers prodded against her tender, sensitive, virgin spot. She moaned, the sound strained, and shook her head.

"S-s-stop...!" Trembling hands moved between her legs, pushing at Matthew's forehead and pulling his wrist away. Her legs were closing and she was shifting away. She couldn't look at her cousin's cock for a second time, keeping her gaze focused on his face. She was worried that Matthew might try to fuck her, and though part of her desperately wanted it, loving the treatment the man was showing her, it just felt far too wrong.

She was prepared to get up and run, well aware that with her own music, combined with the distance of the poolhouse to the main building and the music played there, any screams and cries for help would go unheard. She had to try to remain calm. "S-stop, Matthew. P-please!"

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Matthew gave a soft moan as she turned away, grinning once again as she came. It fell off his face, however, when she began pushing him away. He looked almost bewildered for a moment, reluctantly allowing himself to be pushed away. He stared down at her, frustration becoming apparent on his face.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" It was going well, better than he'd hoped for, and now this. His hand stopped it's work at his own crotch, giving an annoyed sigh. He could tell she wanted it, it was obvious, it was just that damn taboo. "It doesn't matter. The only reason we're related is because my mom is with your uncle. It's not like we're even step-siblings." He huffed, trying to calm himself. If he got angry now, he might scare her off, and then his only options would be either to leave, or take what he wanted regardless of her wishes.

He looked down at her again, eyes smoldering with lust and desire. "I can make you forget about all of that..." Then another idea, this one more persistent. He leaned in, his voice husky. "I can make you a woman." He wanted to do much more than that. He wanted to make her his woman, to make it so she could never be with another man without comparing them to him. But more importantly, he wanted to claim her, make there never be a possibility of another man. He'd never wanted something, someone, like this before, and he wasn't sure he could stop now just because she was unwilling.

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"N-no," Lisa said, scooting back against the headboard, using the skirt of her dress to hide her otherwise exposed pussy. "I-it's n-not just th-that...!" She swallowed, desperately looking away. She had to get out, and quick, or something bad would happen. She couldn't admit she was a virgin, as she was afraid that would make him want it more.

She didn't want to be made a woman by her cousin. She didn't want to lose her virginity to him. She was only growing increasingly uncomfortable. She even reached into her top and pulled the tissue she used to stuff out, hoping for the first time in her life that her small breasts would work to her advantage.

"I-I have to go...!" Practically hyperventilating with panic, she stood and walked toward the door, trying to ignore Matthew's cock and walk a wide circle out of Matthew's reach. The room was fairly small, however, and she was still within an arm's length.

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Lisa squealed and attempted to pull free of her cousin's grasp, only to find herself dragged to the bed. She didn't want to do 'other things'. She didn't want to ever be 'ready'. There was something terribly wrong with Matthew; maybe he was really drunk or something. She hoped he would realize what he was doing, realize they were family and that this was all really, really weird. She was blushing furiously, obviously in panic, thoughts of being raped without anyone to cry to for help all too real in her mind. She didn't even want to plead, anymore. This was all far beyond trying to negotiate.

"Le-let me go! I don't want to!" she attempted to command, trying to simultaneously work Matthew's hand from her arm while keeping her dress between her legs. She couldn't even look him in the eyes; even if she could, tears were so think over her gaze that she wouldn't be able to tell. She didn't even care that her makeup was smearing, leaving black streaks over her smooth skin. And she hated that her body was so intent on aching to be touched.

Despite her vigorous struggling, the sensitive flesh of her nethers was still growing wetter, and she knew that it wouldn't take much to have her giving in to him, again. She was terrified of that, terrified that Matthew would make her succumb with unwanted, but still terribly desired pleasure.

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So, that's how it was going to be. Matthew gave a frustrated noise, pulling her down onto the bed and moving atop her. He would have been gentle, but as it was, he wasn't sure he would be able to enter her without causing unnecessary pain. It would hurt anyway, she was a virgin, after all, but he knew how to make it as gentle as possible. It was a bit harder when one had to keep their partner pinned.

He looked around, glad to find his bag was still on the bed, using his weight to keep her down, he shifted to grab it one handed, rifling through it and pulled out the box of condoms. He figured there was no sense in getting undressed, this was hardly romantic, and he couldn't be fucked waiting anymore. He pulled one out of the box, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it onto himself.

He gripped both her hands, raising them above her head so that he could hold them together with one hand, the other moving to lift up her skirt, exposing her pussy. He groaned as he pressed himself against her, almost ramming straight into her, craving the feeling of her tight, wet walls around his cock. He held himself back, however, with a great force of will. He was beginning to find this struggling arousing, and didn't want to dwell on the thought. All he wanted was her.

He began to push into her, as slowly as he could given her unwillingness. He found the block, and pushed past it, giving a shuddering sigh of pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt. He wasn't sure he'd been this aroused in his whole life, even the first time he'd been allowed entrance into a woman's body. He stared down at her, knowing he should give her time to adjust, but he simply couldn't anymore. He began to pull out, then pushed back in, starting to gain a rhythm that got steadily faster and harder as he went. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good.

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Lisa squealed a she was pulled into place on the bed, struggling more desperately; Matthew wasn't going to stop. _Holy shit, he wasn't going to stop._ She cried out, attempting to get her legs up between them to push him away, attempted to smack at him to make him move off of her. She felt incredibly helpless and frail. There was nothing she could do against him. She was fucked, both figuratively and literally. She was so busy fighting him---attempting to get his unbelievably heavy body off of her own---that she didn't even realize what he was doing, until she saw the definite box of condoms being pulled from his bag.

"N-no! No! Ma-Matthew!" she pleaded, kicking at him and sobbing as she watched her cousin roll his condom into place, horrified. It wasn't even that she was willing to look, but rather that panic wouldn't allow her to look away. She couldn't get her legs between their bodies, and thus was stuck with allowing him such easy access. "I-I hate you! I hate you, Matthew!" she screamed at him, hoping it would help. Alas, he was still coming closer. She fought with what little strength she had, even attempting to bite him, but she couldn't get within proper range. When he held her wrists so easily above her head with only one hand, she somehow managed to become even more terrified and frantic, focusing her desperation on freeing her arms; she was oblivious to her skirt being lifted, her body once more exposed. It wasn't until Matthew began to press against her that she was alerted to how close she was to being deflowered.

"Matthew...!" she attempted weakly, one last time. If he took even one more step forward, it would be too late. A soft sob escaped her, then he began to penetrate her. And, oh god, did it hurt; she felt like she was being split in half. She shuddered, quaking beneath him, the pain making her cries hitch so far that they'd nearly become silent. He began to thrust into her and she tried not to think about how wet she was; she could feel something hot running across her cheeks, more with each thrust.

The harder and faster he thrust, the more she felt her body begin to enjoy it; she didn't want it, hating the way her figure's struggling became uncontrollable writhing. It still stung and was far too wet, but it still felt good. She started to moan against her will, arching her back and even wrapping her legs around him. She tried to remind herself that this was her cousin, but the idea only brought an embarrassingly loud moan from her throat. Her muscles tightened further with each orgasm, her body completely giving into the dark taboo and the idea of being raped.

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It wasn't long before Matthew began to feel his own orgasm building up, far too fast for his liking. He wasn't going to let it be over that quickly. He brought himself close to the edge, then with a massive force of will, made himself slow to a stop. He kept himself there, biting his lip, the pain helping him bring himself down faster, though the sight of her, which he couldn't bring himself to look away from, made it difficult, and for a moment he thought that, combined with any remaining struggling, would send him over the edge. But he managed to keep it at bay, and after a while, started moving his hips again. He groaned, moving his hips slowly this time, taking the time to pull out all the way to the tip before burying himself inside her completely.

He'd never had someone so tight before, most of the girls he'd been with were quite well known for being complete sluts, taking any dick that was attached to an attractive and popular body. He'd never been with a virgin before, and now, feeling it himself, he realized why it was such a sought after prize. He could feel himself getting close again already, and wondered just how much of this he would be able to take before he just let himself cum. It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to go again, after all, this was far too exciting to limit himself to just once, especially if he was never going to get this chance again.

With that in mind, he picked up his pace once more, still trying to keep his thrusts full as he began to pound into her. He moaned loudly as he came, keeping up his pace as he rode it out. He slowed once he was finished, then pulled out of her, taking off the condom and tossing it aside. He quickly rolled on a second, not intending to give her any break, but paused as he looked down at her. He gave a thoughtful hum, which quickly turned into a wide, twisted grin. If he was taking what he wanted anyway, why not help himself to the thing so many women denied? His hand moved in between Lisa's legs, slipping three of his fingers into her entrance and pumping them, being sure to coat each one in her lubrication. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, Lisa, but maybe if you're good I'll stretch you out first."

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Lisa was left trembling and panting, soft whimpers escaping her lips as she stared up at her cousin. The man had stopped, though kept himself buried; it confused her. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? What was the point of stopping? Was it another means of hurting her? She turned her face away from him, too shaken and in too much pain---and pleasure she didn't want to admit to---to struggle anymore. She was still pulsing around him, though at least the blood had stopped. Her cunt was undeniably happy to have him, and willing to keep him; it was so slick inside her---and across her ass and thighs---that it was a miracle Matthew's cock felt anything. she couldn't comprehend the fact that it was merely her overwhelming tightness that made it so enjoyable, and made Matthew's cock twice it's size in comparison.

Lisa released a whined moan and bit her lip, closing her eyes and tensing a little as Matthew continued. Each of his slow, full thrusts made her already tight pussy grow tighter and tighter with each draw. Within just a few thrusts, she was writhing and giving hitched, needy moans, arching her back to press her small breasts up toward Matthew's chest. The sudden increase of pace made her squeal with physical delight, spreading her legs slightly as she was sent into emotionless bliss. The action made her orgasm her hardest yet, her cunt filling with juices as Matthew's condom did much the same; the massive orgasm made her loosen, though hardly past her original virgin tightness. When he pulled free, a flood escaped her, and she moaned with the release. She was so tired, her body so very incredibly happy, and her mind was completely lost to all of it.

Lisa hardly heard Matthew's words, staring up to the ceiling with a distant, depressed expression. She tightened around his fingers a little, body swelling to better encompass and swallow his digits. She didn't bother to hold back her small, hitched moans. Sure, she would behave, but t wasn't like she had the energy to say otherwise. She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes, willing Matthew to hurry and finish. She felt degraded, humiliated, violated; she already knew she wouldn't forget this for the rest of her life, and she could feel it changing her.

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Lisa was so fucking wet and so fucking tight Matthew was practically convinced he would be able to get off again just with the action of thrusting his fingers into her pussy. It wasn't long before his fingers were well coated, and so he removed them, slipping one of them into her tight ass. Everything he was doing just made him more and more aroused, and he quickly pushed another finger into her. He was a little too eager to be too bothered with being gentle, and while she was being obedient now, he was sure it was only because he had worn her out, thus his earlier rationalizations still stood. He scissored his fingers, soon adding in a third, pumping them almost viciously.

It was barely even a minute before he pushed back into her pussy for a few hard thrusts, getting himself lubricated before pulling out and aiming for the other hole. He guided himself in, clenching his teeth and giving an almost growled moan as he slid into her ass. He began bucking his hips wildly, a savage, almost animal grin on his face. His eyes traveled hungrily over her body as he fucked her, hips moving hard and fast enough to cause his balls to slap against her each time. Nothing had felt this good in his entire life, and as his eyes moved along the sight below him, he had one last idea.

It was enough to make him cum again, and he groaned out her name, though the word had lost almost all meaning to him in his state. Everything had, all that mattered was taking his pleasure while he still could. He pulled out of her and tossed aside the condom, rolling on another. Even with his mind the way it was, the idea was a little gross, but that thought only spurred him on further, besides, it wasn't as if he'd gone straight from one to the other, the new condom would surely be more than enough 'protection.' He crawled up further on the bed, hesitating for a moment. The idea of putting his sensitive cock between unwilling teeth was unnerving, but she seemed like she was practically unconscious. Besides, the idea was far too tempting to pass up, not after taking everything else he had wanted. Still, he was cautious as he lowered his still-hard cock towards Lisa's mouth.

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Lisa just wanted it to end. It was too painfully obvious, however, that Matthew would drag the 'game' out until he won ever prize in the box. It made her feel sick, but she didn't even have the energy to heave in response. The somewhat sudden press of wet fingers to her exit shocked slight life into her, though not enough to do more than shift in attempt to roll over. It was no use; not only was she 'pinned' by Matthew's fingers pumping vigorously into a place that shouldn't be touched, but she simply couldn't gain the momentum to push herself onto her side. She groaned and sniffled, but otherwise made no obvious intent to get away.

_Just get it over with, Matthew..._ she mentally pleaded with him, gazing at him with large, sad, exhausted eyes. As Matthew moved up to push inter her crevice, again, she big her lip, body twitching in unwanted arousal; it felt too good to have him inside her, and her emotions once more fluctuated between wanting him terribly and hating him. The thrusts went too fast, however; he moved away far too soon. Though, the penetration of that exit had its own effect.

Matthew gave a tired squeal, fingers pulling desperately at the bedding as she arched upward toward him. she couldn't tell if the sensation was good or not; it was so incredibly invasive and she wanted to reject it, but he seemed to hit a spot that had her writhing ever so slightly in pleasure. She didn't think she could orgasm from such an act---not really, anyway---but the sensation of his balls hitting her ass in such a way and the taboo of it excited her. Again, she found herself thinking he'd pulled away far too quickly, though this time she also found herself wanting more. She helplessly watched him move and the slow dissension of his cock toward her lips left her conflicted. She felt unsatisfied and she didn't want to taste that condom, nor did she want Matthew's cock on her tongue, yet that damn taboo feeling made her yearn for it. She felt incredibly dirty on so many levels, especially knowing that she was about to be fully broken in by her own cousin...

And it made her want him to fuck her all the more. She parted her lips and let her jaw loosen, cheeks red with deep embarrassment as she offered herself to him so willingly. She couldn't look up, only at that cock. She desperately hoped the flavor wouldn't be too terrible, though she knew she had absolutely no choice in the matter; Matthew was going to do it whether she fought or not, and she was certain saying 'it'll taste bad' would have no effect. It was simply better to endure it and (secretly) hope that he had enough in him to get her off at least once more before she passed out.

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Matthew groaned as he pushed himself in between her lips, pressing up till he reached the back of her throat. He pushed a little, but then pulled away, he doubted she'd know how to take it in, nor be willing to do so; he sure as hell didn't want her to throw up all over the place. He began to thrust into her mouth, not as deeply as he'd like, but the act of it was still extremely pleasurable. He lasted a few minutes before he came again, pulling away and tossing the condom aside.

He stared down at her for a good while, panting quite heavily. He was exhausted, and his balls were beginning to ache; but he couldn't resist just one more. The decision of where to do it wasn't a difficult one, and almost as soon as he had the condom back on, he filled her entrance once more.

He bucked his hips as roughly as he could manage, barely even managing to cum one final time before pulling out and collapsing beside her. He didn't bother pulling the condom off, he didn't have anything left in him, and he didn't care if he left it there. He didn't care about much of anything anymore, he was exhausted and remnants of pleasure coursed through his system. He slipped quickly into unconsciousness, and would stay that way until well into the morning.


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Watching his mother orgasm was spectacular! Her amazing pussy. The sounds and the wetness. Will would have loved to taste her; both licking the sweat off her thighs and the juices of her wet sex. He could imagine how it tasted from the scent, but he had no idea if he was right. "Mommie... your pussy is so... beautiful."

The violence of her orgasm, how much it affected her, almost made him concerned. Could a person cum so hard it was dangerous? He didn't know. In any case, he took his eyes away from her swollen, dripping pussy and stood; and helped her to her feet. He was still half-hard, but didn't feel quite as shy about it as before. He just hoped they could do something like that again sometime.

Her comment made him realize something. "Shit, mom. I forgot to take pictures of you while you did that... those would have been worth a fortune."

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Muriel had trouble standing on legs that had turned to jelly. Her thighs were slippery one against the other. When had she last cum like that, with such frightening violence? "Honey we'll do it again as soon as I'm able. And yes we should film it, not take just pictures. I loved watching all that cum squirting out of you onto my breasts and I'd like to see a film of me cumming. I've no idea how I looked. Was it that crazy?"

Meantime she needed a shower and a change of outfit if they were to do some filming that evening. He was half hard again and she stared at his cock hungrily. "You think Mommy's pussy is beautiful? That's a naughty thing for a son to say to his mother. But it's OK, I think my son's cock is beautiful too."

She was alone in the bathroom with the door locked. She needed to be alone a while. The enormity of what they had done was sinking in. If they continued with this filming thing she was going to get fucked by Will, by that big cock of his. She'd accepted it as inevitable and was looking forward to it but she needed to away from him and that growing cock. She soaked under the spray for a long time playing out various fantasies in her mind.

Maybe half an hour later she toweled dry and walked into her bedroom. Will was nowhere to be seen. She knew what she was looking for in her underwear drawer. A sheer purple teddy. It was a little too small which was just what they wanted she supposed. The crotch fastened with three snaps. Getting it on was a challenge. But she finally got her breasts almost contained and the snaps fastened. She put on a short terry robe to hide herself initially from Will's eyes. She found him in the kitchen "Ready to film your Mom?"

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Will was in the kitchen, on his laptop. He had put on some sweat pants. While his mother had been away, he had gone through the images they had taken, and posted some of them online. Many of them looked amazing, and he had found himself particularly attracted to one that put an emphasis on her ass. It had given him a hard-on again.

When she came out, Will turned to look at her. "Huh? Yeah. Yes." He pointed at the laptop. "I put some of the pictures online. They're already getting tons of comments. You won't believe what these guys are writing... about what they want to see of you and what they want to do with you. I think many of them would be willing to pay to see more."

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Dear God! The pictures of her were on line already. They were already getting comments! Muriel had her own web site now it seemed. She went and looked over his shoulder and gasped. There she was, big tits, were they that big? The camera wasn't supposed to lie. And then! Oh no! There she was, hand between her legs, her pussy in full view and then her orgasm! Oh sweet Jesus! Eyes closed, mouth open, her whole body curled as she came.

What would a movie be like she wondered? Already she felt the stirrings of arousal as she saw herself on the screen. What must Will think of his mother. Pride or shame, surely not lust? She did know she wanted to have him film her. Did that make her bad? A slut? She didn't care, she wanted the world to see her tits and cunt and ass. Wanted men to see her and ask for more, pay for more. "Come on Will, let's do some filming. You're a guy, tell me what guys want to see. Forget you're my little boy for a while."

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"Okay, mom. I'll try." Will scratched the back of his head, thinking. "Maybe you can get in bed, I'll set the camera on a tripod at the foot end." He spent a few minutes rigging while she got on it. "I guess uhm... you have to take the robe off" When she exposed her lovely, purple teddy, Will gasped and swallowed. "Wow... that looks uhm... amazing mom."

He did not have the confidence to give explicit instructions right away, and started carefully. "Uh... just sit upright. Show me a seductive smile. That's perfect." He raised the tripod a little higher and angled it more down. "Tell the camera what you like to do sexually... what you'd like the viewers to do with you if the were here."

Will was already having a hard-on, visible in his sweat pants. "Turn around too... show me your ass... please."

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Muriel should have been scared or at least bundle of nerves but she wasn't. What she felt was akin to a huge adrenaline rush. Then Will told her to get on the bed and to take off the robe. He obviously liked what he saw, and told her, "Wow she looked amazing." She felt amazing. The teddy was too small and too tight and she knew it was emphasizing her ample figure. She got on the bed and took off the robe and sat on her heels looking at the camera. She saw the little red light go on, telling her that Will was filming her. This was fun, doing as Will told her. He seemed to be handling the situation OK.

"Tell the camera what you'd like to do sexually... what you'd like the viewers to do with you if the were here." She couldn't believe he'd said it. Telling her to tell a bunch of sex starved guys out there what she'd like done to her. He was right behind the camera so when she spoke she looked at the camera and of course at him.

"I'd like you to pop open the crotch of my teddy and go down on me and lick my cute little cunt until I beg you to stop. But please don't stop." Poor Will his erection was so evident in his pants and here was his mommy begging him to go down on her. Or so it surely must have looked to him.

"Turn around too... show me your ass... please." She turned and crouched on her hands and knees, ass tipped up in the air. She reached back between her legs and began rubbing herself with her fingers tips. She looked back at he camera over her shoulder. "It's such a hungry little kitty, it needs a loving tongue." Horny? Oh God she was horny, the crotch of the teddy was soaked already. "See, I'm leaking pussy juice into my teddy already and the crotch is too tight"

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Will was leaning in close, hovering just outside what was caught on camera. He could smell his mother's arousal and it was driving him crazy. He put his hand inside his sweat pants and gave his hard cock a couple of tugs. "Oh, mommie I do want to lick your sweet pussy, mommie. I think it's time you show us what it looks like." He adjusted the camera and zoomed in on her crotch. He could see how wet she was now. "You like your own taste too, don't you? Put two fingers inside your pussy and suck on them."

He couldn't stand it any longer and quickly dropped his own sweat pants and let his cock free of his skimpy underwear. He was so hard, even if it wasn't too long since he had last cum. "I bet you'd like this big in cock your pussy, mom. Say you want your son's cock in your pussy? Say you want to fuck me." He stroked slowly, watching her. He had never desired anyone as much as he wanted her now. "You're so hot, mommie."

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Muriel knew things were getting out of hand. Will's youthfulness was pushing him long too fast. He'd not shown himself on camera yet and she didn't think perhaps he should. She was OK letting herself be seen out there in the big world because what she was doing was the same as being a porn star but Will? He had his life ahead of him and fucking his own mother on camera for the general public might not be a good career move.

She hurried across the bed on her hands and knees and switched off the camera. "Have you thought this through Honey? Fucking your own mother while the world watches might not be a good idea." As she spoke her eyes kept going to his swollen cock. Oh God the size of it! It looked so primitive, the veins, the shock of hair at its root. She was glad she'd had him circumcised. That same cock had pumped cum all over her breasts not so long ago and yet here it was, apparently ready to go again. Muriel wanted, needed fucking perhaps as much as her son needed to fuck her.

"Fuck me now honey and we'll turn the camera on and show the customers my cream pie, your lovely cum oozing out of mommy. Then, when we're a bit more collected we can discuss whether or not you should be my co-star." She turned away and crawled back to her position on the bed. She knew he'd follow her with that cock of his. Whether or not he turned the camera back on first was his business, she'd tried to warn him.

She crouched over. The teddy had become little more than a strap between her legs and was giving her a cruel wedgy between the swollen lips of her pussy. It was soaked of course. It felt good even if it did hurt a bit. The three snaps were holding and she wondered how he'd get at her pussy given the state of his arousal. Would he cum before he got into her as he fought to get the teddy out of the way and his cock lined up? "Oh Honey, come fuck your mommy's poor hungry cunt before I lose my mind."

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Will had for the most part thought it was all talk. That they were egging each other on, on and off camera. He wanted to fuck her, no doubt about it, but he didn't think she would go through with such a thing. Now she told him to turn the camera off and do it. Well, he didn't see the point. He could always edit himself out before he posted the clip. "I'll do it, mommie." Will said. "I'll fuck you."

He moved to the bed and stood over her. Leaning in, his hands touched her knees and moved over her thighs until they reached her pussy; feeling so wet through the fabric. That sheer strap over it was something he ripped apart, giving him a full view of her wet sex. Even if he wanted to plunge his engorged cock into her, there was something he needed to do first. He leaned in and started lapping at her pussy, doing both long strokes with his tongue and flicking it in a criss-cross pattern over her most sensitive parts. It tasted so sexy! He couldn't believe what he was doing.

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_What the fuck was she doing?_ The question was a silent scream in her head. Crouched there, doggy style, her ass offered to her son and maybe to the camera. Muriel looked back over her shoulder, yes there was that little red light. Her crazy son had turned the camera back on. Trouble was, son or no son, incest or no incest, Muriel wanted that big cock deep up inside her. Fucking and fucking and fucking. When had she last felt this hunger? Never, she was sure. But the act of showing herself to dozens, maybe hundreds of men had thrown a switch in her mind. She knew she had the perfect body for men to lust after. The tits, the ass, the long shapely thighs. She wanted them all seen, stared at, longed for. But that only made her physical needs come bubbling to the surface. And here was Will, with his big cock and teenage virility, wanting to use his mother's body. Let him use it!

She lowered her upper body as much as possible, tipping up her ass higher still. It was an obscene pose, buttocks, anus and cunt. That's all the camera and the audience and Will would see, her ass cheeks, her anus and her starving pussy. How many men would want to be kneeling behind her stuffing their cocks into her? But she'd get Will's cock, her son's cock, all of it.

When she heard her son's words her heart leapt in her chest. He'd called her Mommy and said he'd fuck her. She felt his fingers fumbling with the teddy. Clumsy in his frantic haste. She knew how wet she was. A wetness that now must be coating her son's fingers. Then the snaps yielded and the discomfort was gone from her sopping cunt. She was his for the taking. But no cock entered her! It was Will's mouth that found her pussy. Cunnilingus from her own young son! Most men wouldn't do it but Will was doing it! All men ever wanted was a blow job or a deep throating. But here was Will, doing that ultimate service, how would she ever be able to deny him anything now?

He licked and lapped. Mouth and tongue teasing and tormenting. It was beautiful. Better that any dildo or the best her own fingers could do. "Oh Will! My wonderful son, eating his Mommy's cunt for her." How could he be this good? She knew his cock would get to her pussy sooner or later but for now let him lick and suck and nibble between her trembling legs. "Make Mommy cum if you can, make your Mommy cum!" She could feel the wetness down her thighs, she was leaking the way she always did when aroused.

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Will's cock was throbbing and aching and yearning for stimulation, but right now he had another task. Sensing how affected she was by what he was doing, was just about as thrilling as being stimulated himself. With every lick he planted, he could feel it coursing through her body. His strong hands were kneading her ass and thighs. Her moans and whimpers were heavenly, and her raunchy words were fueling his own lust like gasoline on a fire.

With that said, he wasn't too experienced pleasuring women with his tongue, if at all. So whenever he heard her moan the hardest, he kept doing that. He hoped he could bring her to a climax. He wanted to see and feel his mother cum on account of what he did to her. "Mmmm... you taste so good, mommie!" said Will between licks, finding her clit and applying more power to his sucking on it. Two fingers entered her wet pussy while he kept using his mouth, finger-fucking her faster and faster.

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Her son was a natural! She could only feel what he was doing but it was all good. He seemed to be learning as he went. Clit sucking and slit licking, even managing to fuck her with his tongue. The whole business was a turn on. She was naked, posed like a bitch in heat and performing before an audience. How could she fail to be turned on? And add to that Will's vigorous cunny loving and an orgasm was inevitable.

He must surely be longing to fuck his mom but, bless the lad, he was giving her what all women crave. Being eaten out by a wiling partner. Oh God, how good it was. The blood roared through her veins, her whole body was going to melt, every nerve seemed to be singing. "Oh Will honey, keep going, keep loving mommy's cunt." Loud enough for him and the microphone, she hoped. The muscles in her thighs stood out as she began to lose control. She knew she must be flooding his mouth.

The it was happening. Her pussy tried to turn inside out and she sobbed into the pillow. Obscenities poured from her mouth and she strove to push back to get more of Will's mouth against her sex. She blacked out, rolled onto her side and just lay there, her body spasming as if in agony. Perhaps only seconds later she resurfaced. Her young son had just mouthfucked her to a glorious orgasm. "Will you fuck mommy now or should I suck you off like you did me?"

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Will pleasured his mother throughout her climax, the watched her roll over on her side while the afterwaves surged through her. He couldn't believe how hot this was and how intense her orgasm was. Standing on his knees, he slowly stroked his big cock while watching her. He ached for release and the lingering taste of her pussy on his lips was just adding to his hunger.

When she asked if he wanted her to give him a blowjob or to fuck her pussy, he hesitated only for a second. Both were magnificent options, but her pussy was just too enticing. He maneuvered up behind her, still standing on his knees and spread her thighs and cheeks with one hand while aiming his engorged cockhead with the other. He let it slide over her wet sex a few times.

"I can't help it, mommie." said Will as he started pushing inside her. "I have to fuck you." He pushed, deeper and deeper until his entire cock, long and thick was buried inside her. The sensation was heavenly! Then he started fucking; slowly at first. "Oh god... that feel so good..."

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Muriel had had sex lying on her side many times---spooning. But Will stayed on his knees and she realized that that lovely cock was going to be going into her kind of sideways. And there it was, nudging between the tops of her thighs seeking its way into her. She was being fucked by her own son and that camera was watching. Fucked and filmed. She should be fighting this incestuous happening, but she wasn't, she was welcoming that cock.

He wasn't gentle with her. Too aroused, too eager. Happily her pussy was slick and wet with her juices so there was no pain. Just joy as he thrust deeper and deeper. God, it was big, big and long. He was going so deep into her and for a moment she thought she'd not be able to take him all. This would be his second orgasm of the evening if he could achieve it. She hoped so, hoped for a good display for their first fuck He began humping furiously obviously wanting so badly to cum for his mother and for himself. His body slapped loudly against hers at every stroke. "Fuck me Will. Fuck your Mommy. Squirt your cum into me." She knew there'd not be much cum this second time. Hopefully enough to suit the audience' need for a cream pie,

He seemed to have boundless energy. Battering at her like a wild thing. She was loving it. He fucked and fucked and fucked. Son fucking Mom; Mom being fucked by son. The bed was shaking, her breasts were jiggling one atop the other. And then, all at once she was at the threshold of an orgasm. "Hurry hon, Mommy's going to cum... cum with Mommy." Next morning found Muriel getting their breakfasts. She wore her favorite flannelette pajamas. She'd worn them to bed not wanting to arouse him during the night and she wore them this morning to kind of lower her sexual profile too.

"About our new venture. I was wondering if my lactating would be a good theme? It would be fun for both of us. Stimulated breasts will sometimes start lactating spontaneously and I can get a hormone supplement to hurry the process. What do you think? Would you like stimulating Mommy's breasts?" Crazy, but her nipples had begun to tingle as she'd explained her idea. "How do you feel about us having a pee holding contest on screen or us peeing on each other?" She forked some scrambled egg into her mouth and grinned across the table at him. She still felt a little sore from the fucking he'd given her the evening before. She'd cum, he'd cum and there'd been enough cum oozing from her abused cunt to call it a real cream pie. Muriel was a very happy Mommy.


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Diane VanBuren descended the hotel stairs with the grace and poise reminiscent of a 1920's black-and-white film star. She'd released thick, wheat blond hair from its severe up-do and dismissed her usual business suit in favor of a more flattering, and far more comfortable, light airy dress. She enjoyed the way the loose flowing skirt flirted with the back of her knees as her white high heels kissed the stairs one deliberate step at a time. The tiny white flowers against a pale blue background stood out in these urban surroundings, the cinched in waist and off the shoulder sleeves adding to her enjoyment, making her feel unique, young, and delightfully flirtatious.

As she crossed the lobby appreciative male looks were given a coy smile and a couple earned acknowledging nods as she passed them all by, taking the left into the dim, smokey interior of the hotel bar. She'd already indulged heavily in the selection of rum found in her suite's expensive mini-bar. The delicious buzz hazing her thoughts was the culprit behind this bold, uncharacteristic behavior. Hotel bars were typically something to be avoided, not entered, and certainly not with this mysterious smile on her face.

Without hesitation she crossed to the bar with long legged strides and an air of unwavering confidence. The prints from their recent photo shoot had been sent and received with glowing approval. This was a celebration, and... light hazel eyes brightened with recognition. And perhaps she wouldn't have to celebrate alone. This was a bad idea. A mistake. A foolish, possibly career damaging move. But... why? What was wrong with sharing an innocent drink with a fellow co-worker? His talent had earned high praise. Didn't he deserve to share in the good news? Didn't she deserve to let down her hair and simply take joy in the moment? It was only a drink, perhaps a few laughs, some light conversation...

Diane floated down the length of the cherry wood bar and claimed the stool next to the familiar set of broad male shoulders. Her lips curved into a flirty grin, hazel eyes dancing with mischievous daring. "This seat wasn't taken, was it?"

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"Scotch, straight up." James sighed softly as the bartender, a cute little red-head who couldn't have been much older than the top shelf scotch she was pouring him, gave him a polite, curt smile and took his order. He had never had much luck with women in hotel bars but it didn't stop him from trying. It wasn't as if he was unattractive either. Standing just under six feet tall, with ice-blue eyes, a youthful face and a stylish ash-brown hair, James was a looker, or so he was told. But, tonight, like many other nights in such bars, was not his night.

It broke up the monotony of five-star hotels, business-class flights and seemingly endless photo shoots around the global. Anyone else could have appreciated the chance to travel the world and see exotic locations for one of the world's most circulated entertainment magazines but James had grown wary of the endless whirlwind of chasing after the world's celebrities for a few frenzied seconds of photo snaps and a quickly asked question by the interviewer. Most of the time they walked away with nothing but some pictures they could slap into a photo insert. Sometimes they could luck and could actually schedule an interview. But, each time James almost wished he had taken up another career path.

Almost. He got to be creative with his work, his life's passion. He was a professional photographer for Kincaid Entertainment, one of the largest firms in New York City that focused on the very lucrative field of pursuing celebrities and fashion. He made six figures a year and had more luxuries than most people aside from those they followed could ever afford. He was just nearing twenty-seven and had accomplished more for his career in a handful of years than most of the other photographers he knew. How could he not enjoy the fruits of his labor?

He had managed to go from freelancer to senior photographer in three years, working with a staff of two dozen people and being outranked by only one of them: his boss, Diane VanBuren. It wasn't as if he honestly disliked the woman but she was a true professional in every sense of the word. A harsh critic, she pushed him to his limit time and time again but it only made his work better, or so he kept telling himself. It was enough to make him a tad bit resentful towards her but they were constant companions on outings such as this, together due to their work rather than any real personal interest.

Or so he believed until he heard her voice and glanced over his shoulder to see her standing there in quite the different limelight. She looked lovely, perhaps even beautiful. The dancing mirth in her eyes both confused and fascinated him and James couldn't help but nod and wave towards the open seat in invitation. "Not yet. What can I get you, boss?"

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"Rum and coke, please." Diane lips quirked in a satisfied smirk as she sat down. She crossed her legs at the knees, deliberately slowing the motion so that her skirt gradually rode up to display a great deal of her thigh and the very bottom edge of a white lace garter. It would be nice if James watched, she'd rather enjoyed the look of surprise on his face when he caught sight of her, but his attention wasn't entirely necessary. There was another man at the end of the bar who wasn't bothering to hide his enjoyment of her impromptu show and she found the heat of his gaze quite delightful.

Diane spared a friendly smile towards the redheaded bartender as her drink was delivered, but it held a touch of superiority, perhaps even condescension. It was easy to look down on the other woman, she was stuck in this dead-end career while nearly all of Diane's ambitions had already bore fruit and multiplied. She owned not one house, but two, plus a couple of condos and a flat in Europe. Her bank accounts, yes... plural, were fat and her portfolio made stockbrokers pant. Was she supposed to feel sorry for this woman on the other side of the bar? She couldn't fathom why. You got what you worked for, period. And Diane worked her ass off.

It's why she refused to feel guilty for the coy grin she gave James, looking up at him through partly lowered lashes. He was a good looking man, successful, not quite as wealthy as her but he did have a lot of potential. The board of directors believed him to be rising star and they wanted to make sure Kincaid Entertainment was very well fixed to his coattails. Make him happy, they said. Well, she believed she could do that. "I'm glad I found you down here," she began, taking a quick sip before going on. "Don called." Yes, she called their CEO by his first name, and if there was a measure of pride in that so be it. She hadn't earned her position on her knees no matter what the office gossip might say. "He and the rest of the board were thrilled with the stills I sent over. Every one has been approved."

Her smile widened. "There's even talk of a significant increase in pay coming your way," she winked. "Oh. And a bonus. Did I mention the bonus?" Her innocent tone was playful and underscored with barely repressed laughter. Perhaps she'd had more to drink than she thought. Oh, who cared? She gave in to that urge, freeing the soft, throaty laughter as she gestured to the bartender to bring them another round. "I'm in the mood to celebrate, James. You aren't going to make a girl drink by herself, are you?" she teased, still grinning as she downed half her drink in a single swallow.

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For a brief moment, all James could do was sit and stare at this flirtatious woman who had once been his overbearing, hyper critical boss. He had never seen her in such a teasing, sensual mood, let alone flashing her garters at any one who was willing to watch. She was often so well put-together, so in control of every aspect of her work and her appearance.  To see her let her hair down, both metaphorically and literally, was quite the different experience and he was beginning to wonder just how deep into her cups she had been before coming down to join him at the hotel bar. He shook his head and closed his mouth, finding solace in the amber depths of the scotch he had ordered.

Her good news about the board of directors approving their latest photo shoot did perk him up though and he nodded enthusiastically as she mentioned another pay raise. They were both quite successful at what they did but to know that his work was so appreciated only made all the hard work and endless travel worth it. He smirked as he took a sip of his scotch, enjoying the mild burning as it went down his throat.

"Mr. Kincaid is pleased so we all get paid. I think that is a good arrangement, don't you?" His ice-blue eyes lingered perhaps a moment longer than was considered polite on her curvaceous legs, the hint of that damning garter drawing him in. If there was something James could appreciate on a woman, it was a good pair of stockings and the long legs to show them off. And Diane had always had some of the best legs he had ever seen. He had secretly lusted after her before but never had he thought it would go beyond a childish fantasy or two. To see her in such a limelight... well, it certainly changed his perception of his boss.

He raised his glass and clinked it against hers in a mock toast. "What kind of a man would I be if I didn't keep a lovely lady such as you pleased? Or are you giving me an order to drink with you, boss?" James winked at her playfully, but there was a challenging look in his gaze as he locked eyes with her and took another sip of his drink. Just what kind of game she was playing was beyond him but he'd gladly give as good as he got.

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There it was, that lingering look at her thigh, the slight darkening of the eyes that let a woman know a man was affected by what he saw. Diane could tell James was confused and it thrilled her, but her stomach really started fluttering after their salute, when he met her gaze dead on.

Diane had quite a bit to drink, but certainly not enough to completely muddle her wits. This was the crossroads. The moment that would define how the rest of this evening would turn out. One path would maintain the status quot, they would continue forth as they have for so long and neither would be bothered by it. Or... or she could be more daring. Adventurous. Risque.

Her lips spread into a siren's smile. "It takes a special sort of man to please me, James. I find I'm often left disappointed." She chuckled, the sound low and deep as she gently shook her head, those wheat colored tresses whispering against the dress' material as her hair slid back and forth across her back. "I don't want to issue orders tonight. It's my job, I do it all damn day every day and for once I just..." she trailed off, crinkling her dainty nose. "No. I'm not 'boss' tonight. My name is Diane, and I would really appreciate it if you used it." There was far too much honesty in her words tonight. She ought to be more careful, except she was sick of always playing by the rules.

She took a sip, then sat her drink aside and leaned closer, a press of her upper arms deepening the amount of cleavage above the low, scooped neckline. Her eyes never broke away from his, full lips pursing into a liquor wet pout. "Would you do that for me tonight, James? Could you just pretend that for tonight I'm only a woman and not your boss? If not...," now she let her eyes slide away to find the fella at the other end of the bar. The one who kept casting furtive looks in her direction. "If you can't do it, then I can always seek elsewhere."

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James was having a hard time believing that this was Diane and not some doppleganger who had taken over her life, sowing chaos and disturbing boundaries that had been in place for so long. Was she really making a pass at him, in the lobby of a hotel bar of all places? Sure, they were the only two people from their company there and no one would ever know about it but did James really want to have her hold that sort of secret over his head like a thundercloud? He chewed on his bottom lip as her seductive words washed over him and left him conflicted, torn in one direction by his cautious professionalism and in another by the heady possibilities of enjoying some company tonight.

He sighed softly and raised his eyebrows at her inquisitively as he studied her face. Diane wanted him to fuck her. Plain and simply. She wanted to just be a woman tonight, to cast off the professional demeanor that they each wore and just be James and Diane tonight. He could appreciate that but it was still no less surprising to find.

"Alright then, Diane. You were saying you are sick of giving orders?" James leaned in closer, his scotch glass emptied and returned to the cherry wood bar top. He crossed his legs at the knee and inclined his head to the side, trying to read her expression. Nothing but drunken lust stared back at him. How could he deny indulging his own fantasies when she wanted it just as much as he did? To hell with caution. He needed this. "I can satisfy you, but tonight, I am giving the orders. Understand?"

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Fascinating. Diane could actually watch the debate going on in his head right now. Diane would bet the contents of her entire portfolio that it sounded a lot like hers. They worked together, it was always a bad idea to mix sex and work. They didn't really know each other outside that professional setting. Could the other be trusted to keep it discreet? What would happen once it was over? Sated satisfaction or hungover regret? Sometimes you just had to take a chance.

He leaned in close, the motion wafting her in his expensive, spicy cologne. She arched a single well-groomed brow at him. "Such confidence." She tipped her head towards him. "Impressive. I'll you know afterwards if I'm satisfied or not." Here was the hesitation while her busy mind worked over all the implications of that final demand. She might be able to count her sexual exploits on one hand, but she wasn't a total innocent. She knew what it might mean to let him "issue all the orders." It would make her vulnerable. Give him quite a bit of power.

Could she do that? She'd read books, watched movies, even Googled a few things simply because she'd been curious. It had never made a lot of sense to her, and yet she'd always been drawn back to the images. She'd even created a personal photo file on her home computer for those lonely nights when a little visual stimulation was needed. Because they were sexy, and they turned her on.

And here was her opportunity to get just a taste of personal experience. When she finally did answer, it was with a slow, deliberate nod and a voice that was a low, husky rasp, a far cry from the usual clipped tones. "Your room... or mine?"

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It was surprising enough to know that James was going to sleep with his boss tonight but to hear her agree to let him hold the reins of power over her as well? James had to fight to keep the boyish grin from spreading over his lips as he looked away, shaking his head in disbelief. He was not about to turn down such an opportunity, regardless of how unbelievable the entire situation might have seemed. He had expected to go back to his room without any feminine companionship to spend the evening with and now, he was going to fucking his boss's brains out and getting to tell her what to do for once.

How could he possibly not act on such things? "Mine. But, what's your hurry? You should finish your drink." James waved the bartender over, who refilled their glasses and cast a dubious stare in their direction. The woman had seen enough bar-side hook-ups to know what was going to happen between the pair tonight and she rolled her eyes as she started to rinse out some of the night's glasses. Booze and hormones were a terribly potent cocktail, far more powerful than anything she could whip up. The red-head went back to her business, muttering under her breath about stupid decisions.

James ignored her and focused his attentions on Diane. He slowly sipped his scotch and decided to test the waters a bit. He was teasing her by making her wait, to see just how serious she was about letting him lead. He leaned in close again, his voice a demanding whisper. "Tell me what you are wearing under that dress, Diane. And then... show me."

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This was really going to happen. Diane lifted her drink towards him in another mock salute then covered the faint sense of unease and nerves by doing what she'd agreed to do---obeying. She took a sip, followed by another, and all the while watched him over the rim of the glass. Finishing the drink was easy. It cost her nothing at all. It was the rest that caused something inside to squirm. She wasn't a woman used to taking orders. Her instinctual reaction was to stubbornly resist, even scold him for being so bold but... she'd started this game. It was a confusing set of conflicting emotions to deal with... and it excited her.

One thing at a time, then. Step by step... this was something she always wanted to try. Right? Deliberately, Diane drained her rum and coke and then carefully sat the glass to the side. Command Number One, done. She didn't care about the bartender, or the now disappointed fellow at the end of the bar. Like the redhead, he recognized a sealed deal when he saw one. Diane canted her head to the side, a wicked grin curving her lips as the time for Command Number Two arrived. Her nervousness was there in her hazel eyes, in the slight tension of her shoulders and the twitch of her fingers before she folded them primly above the hem of that hitched up skirt.

She'd had this friend in college... didn't everyone? The one whose true life stories had caused her to bark out a surprised, shocked laugh or stare slackjawed in wide eyed awe. The friend who was never bored or boring. Who lived life on a knife's edge and sucked every ounce of experience and enjoyment to be gained from a single moment. Diane had admired, envied, and hated that woman in equal measures. It was her turn to live life to the fullest. She boldly met his eyes and pitched her voice low, but loud enough he'd hear. "A sheer white bra with lace forming the upper half of the cup with simple white straps and a back hook clasp. You can see the top half of my nipples. They're pink, if you were curious. The panties match, white satin with a lace thong. The stockings are a slightly darker shade of tan than my legs and held up by white straps that clip front and back to the matching garter belt. I bought the whole set at a boutique two months ago. This..." she looked down at great expanse of thigh still on display and traced a french manicured nail over the garter he'd already seen. "This is an old favorite. I bought the rest because it matched it, actually."

Now what about Command Number Three? Show him. Diane was willing to play, but she wasn't about to get arrested for indecent exposure, either. Toying with James was enough of a career risk. So how to obey and still adhere to her limits? Ahh... by finding wiggle room, of course. Her eyes glittered with triumph as that manicured nail simply continued its path, dragging the hem of her skirt higher and higher up her thigh. She'd chosen the right leg, the one closest to the bar, and her skirt was loose enough so that only he and the bartender (if she so chose) could see what she was really up to. As the skirt climbed, the darker, thick upper edge of her stocking came into view, followed by a glimpse of that white satin strap set against the lighter tan of bare flesh. Still higher the nail tip traced, skimming over the rounded curve of her hip, showing a peek of the lacy white garter belt... and then she calmly rearranged her skirt, pulling it back down to mid-thigh at a more publicly acceptable length.

She winked, then simply pulled the scoop neckline a little down and to the side, showing the same white patterned lace below the shoulder strap, and then that, too, was primly rearranged. "And does that meet with your approval?" she asked, rather amused at her daring. "I'll admit, for a round of show and tell, that wasn't bad. But do you think we can avoid doing anything that's going to earn me a night in jail?" There was a slight bite to those words, the habit of giving orders reigned in enough to be phrased as a question, a polite request, instead of a command. "If we're going to do more of the 'show' aspect of the game... I'd prefer we head to your room. If you don't mind, of course."

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If there was any questioning or doubt that this was going to happen between them, it was dispelled the moment Diane began to comply with his demands and raise her skirt up to the thigh. James would never had guessed that she would have had any exhibitionist qualities, let alone ones that he could exploit and witness. Diane was an enigma as it was and this sensual, although drunken, side of her was fascinating. He couldn't wait to unravel whatever other mysteries she held tucked away inside herself. And make her indulge whatever sexual fancies he had along the way.

Little did Diane know just what she was getting herself into. James often went to his hotel room alone because his sexual appetites were hardly wholesome and he was blatant with what he wanted from a lover, even if it was only a one night stand. In the bed room, he was an authoritarian, someone who appreciated submission and exploited it for all it was worth. He possessed an often-suppressed dominant personality, a darker, far more sadistic side of himself that he kept tucked away from the prying eyes of his profession. Tonight would be Diane's slow introduction into such a world and he only hoped she enjoyed what she experienced. She was naive and curious, that much could be discerned by her playful exploration and timid steps. He wouldn't rush her. The last time he had given into such urges he had almost lost everything.

The woman from Singapore had thankfully lived through his knife play. Her silence had been earned with money and a hasty flight out of the city the next morning. Diane would be his first in a long time. He looked forward to it more and more with each revealed inch of pale skin.

His ice blue eyes never left her stockinged leg as she showed him everything he wanted to see, leaving him wishing for more. The bartender remained oblivious or at least pretended to. No matter. They wouldn't remain there for much longer. "Pleasing enough. Come on, let's go up to my room." James took out his wallet, paid for their drinks and left a good-sized tip behind. He took her hand and started out of the hotel bar, his determination etched all over his handsome face. He was going to control her tonight and would deal with the aftermath in the morning.