This is the conclusion of the story. Hope it gets you where you want to go!
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The next few days were busy with little time for sex. On Sunday we saw the penthouse next to our mother’s and loved it, so we broke our leases and started making moving plans. On Monday, both Jesse and I gave our two week notices at our jobs. For me that was sort of a formality since Megan was my boss – but I sent her an official work email anyway.
Meanwhile, our mother got in touch with Brenda and arranged a “special” camshow for Wednesday night. Our mother said she would be bringing some additional guests for the show and promised something hot. Brenda ate it up.
Finally, I called my parole officer first thing Monday, told him I was ready to come completely clean about my accomplice, and asked for a meeting with him and the authorities. We met on Tuesday and I turned copies of all the evidence over to the police. They asked if I had any suggestions as to when they could pick Brenda up. I said I would arrange for her to turn herself in Thursday morning, so that was set.
Then came Wednesday…
Megan, Jesse, and I had all planned on working half days to give ourselves the afternoon to get ready. We had moved some basic stuff into the penthouse and were living there as we prepared to move the rest of our meager belongings following weekend. Around 10:00 AM I was at work and got a call from my sister.
“Hi Jess, what’s up?” I asked.
“We have a problem. Brenda is freaking out. She says someone is stalking her.”
“Stalking her?”
“A fan or something like that,” Jesse said. “She says it’s a woman, but she hasn’t been able to get a good look at her. Apparently this chick is always wearing a raincoat, a hat and some kind of a veil over her face. She seems to know some of the places Brenda frequents and keeps showing up and lurking about.”
“That’s creepy,” I added.
“I know, right? Brenda doesn’t feel safe at home. Mom is going to put Brenda up in a room at the hotel and we are going to run the camshow from the extra bedroom in mom’s penthouse. We have to be really careful when we go home later today so Brenda doesn’t see us.”
“Got it,” I said.
“The strange part about it is that our mother doesn’t appear to be worried about all this. Thankfully that calm demeanor is rubbing off on Brenda some. If Brenda were to lose her shit and go to the police, she’d probably be taken right into custody, and we don’t want that until after the show tonight.”
When Jesse and I got back to the hotel early that afternoon, we snuck in the back entrance. We were going to take the freight elevator up to the floor beneath the penthouses and walk the rest of the way, but Jesse wanted to make a quick check in at the front desk to find out if Brenda was in her room. We walked up the service corridor to a doorway that opened to the area behind the front desk.
The lobby was mostly empty except for a couple of people passing through and two staff members behind the front desk. While Jesse asked about Brenda – who was apparently in her room – I scanned the area and noticed that there was also a woman sitting in a chair on the far side, near the bar. I tapped Jesse on the shoulder and pointed.
The woman matched Brenda’s description of the stalker. She was wearing a very light full-length, gray raincoat and a black brimmed lady’s hat. The hat had a heavy layer of black lace draped over the face, so it was impossible to make out facial features. She either had short hair or it was pinned up inside her hat. She had on black high-heeled shoes and dark tights or stockings that weren’t quite shear but weren’t quite opaque.
Jesse and I scurried back to the freight elevator, took it to the level below ours, then walked up to the penthouse level and knocked on our mother’s door.
“The stalker is down in the lobby!” I said when our mother opened the door.
She shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it?” Jesse said. “If Brenda goes down there and sees her, she’ll freak out. She’ll cancel the show tonight. If she calls the police she’ll end up in custody.”
Our mother shook her head.
“If she cancels the show, we’ll have it anyway and just go down and drag her up in chains. That might be fun,” she said, smiling. “And she won’t go to the police without talking to me first and getting my take. I’m not worried. Now let’s get busy on setting up for tonight.”
Megan showed up a few minutes later, and we spent the next couple of hours setting up a spare room in my mother’s penthouse as a cam studio. Then Megan, Jesse and I went back to our own suite to get ready.
We had instructions to watch the show from our own penthouse, not come over until Brenda was restrained, and to enter the room in a certain order. So shortly before 8:00 the three of us gathered in our living room. Megan wore a pair of sheer booty shorts, no underwear, and a bikini top. Jesse had on a corset-and-bra getup and a pair of fishnet stockings. At my mother’s orders, I dressed up. I wore a dress shirt, a tie, and a pair of slacks – but no underwear. I also had a black gimp mask I was to put on before I came into the room with the camshow.
I fired up the laptop (making sure the camera was off) and hooked into the camshow site. There was a brief wait before Brenda started up the show, but then her cam came up and the image of the third bedroom in our mother’s penthouse leapt into the screen. Brenda was dressed in a red baby doll only, and our mother wore her usual leather dom outfit that consisted of a corset, large nipple piercings, a black thong, and thigh-high boots. She looked incredibly hot.
Brenda went through her usual pre-show routine, talking to the audience a bit, who I could see had swelled to several hundred viewers. She also introduced our mother – her sister – as herself for the first time. Previously our mother had worn a mask and her identity had been a secret, but today her face was bare. When Brenda said that she was her sister, the chat box in the camshow lit up and awards showered in.
After the intros, Brenda reached over to our mother, as if she was going to touch her breasts and kiss her.
Our mother grabbed Brenda’s hair and forced her head down towards the floor, making Brenda lick her boots. Brenda’s top slipped down, accidentally I’m sure, exposing one of her breasts as she licked her way up my mother’s tall leather boots.
This was all pretty much standard foreplay when they did a dom show, so it was part of the usual script. Brenda’s tongue reached the top of our mother’s boots, and she tried to slip higher up our mother’s thigh, but again, our mother snatched her hair and forced her to focus on her boots. This was repeated one more time, and this time our mother grabbed Brenda’s arm and snapped on handcuffs, pulling her arms behind her back.
Brenda had been through this routine many times, and she smiled at the camera as she lay on the bed, her ass in the air, as my mother slapped her hips hard enough to leave red marks. After a few strikes, our mother stepped back and produced a pair of leg cuffs that she snatched onto Brenda’s ankles then anchored onto the legs on the bed. Brenda’s ass and snatch were pointed at the camera.
This was our cue. The three of us slipped out of our own apartment and into our mother’s. Meanwhile, our mother ripped Brenda’s babydoll off her body, leaving our aunt naked in front of the camera, then turned to the camera.
“We have several special guests for tonight’s show,” she said. “The first one is another family member. My daughter Jesse, come on in.”
Brenda looked back at the camera with an initial look of surprise and something else – fear maybe? Jesse sauntered into the room in her outfit. She did a complete turn for the camera, then stood in front of Brenda.
“Hi Auntie,” she said. She pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts. Her heavy mammaries and silver dollar sized nipples hovered just inches in front of Brenda’s lips, but when the older woman leaned in to try to suck on her niece’s hard, erect nipples, Jesse jerked back and slapped Brenda’s face. It wasn’t a play slap, it was the real thing and if left a red mark on Brenda’s cheek.
“Not yet,” Jesse said. She stood in front of Brenda and ran her fingertips over her own breasts, teasing her own nipples and pulling them up so she could suck her own tits. She rubbed them together and squeezed the nipples, stretching them out, gently. She leaned forward again and hovered them in front of Brenda’s lips.
Brenda, feeling a little hesitant after the previous slap, held back. Jesse ran her tongue over her lips, pursed them, and blew Brenda a kiss, then pushed the tips of her nipples even closer to Brenda’s face. The hard, erect, points of her pendulous breasts hovered just an inch from Brenda’s mouth. The older woman’s mouth opened, she looked up into Jesse’s eyes, then pressed forward towards her breasts.
Slap!
Jesse’s strike was hard, she wasn’t playing games. It was enough to turn Brenda’s other cheek bright red.
Jesse gazed down into Brenda’s eyes, but Brenda glared back up. I could see in the video that Brenda sensed something wasn’t going as planned, but she wasn’t ready to call a stop to it. After all, wimping out on a bondage show when your entire audience was looking for abuse wasn’t going to help grow her fan base. So she stared angrily back up at Jesse, but didn’t say anything.
My mother moved to stand in front of Jesse, and she embraced her daughter. The two of them kissed, pressing their breasts together. Our mother running her hands up Jesse’s ass, down her chest, and leaned down to suck at her daughter’s breasts greedily. Brenda, just inches away, watched jealously as my mother sucked my sister’s nipples and gently squeezed my sister’s mountainous breasts. Jesse moaned, and Brenda echoed that moan as she watched my mother work on Jesse’s chest.
On the camshow, the audience was eating it up.
My mother pulled back then pushed Jesse into a chair in the corner of the room, and turned to the camera.
“Now watch me eat out my little girl’s pussy,” she said.
Slipping her tongue down her daughter’s stomach to the tidy landing strip above her snatch, our mother planted her lips on her daughter’s clitoris. Jesse closed her eyes and moaned again, leaning her head back and surrendering to the experience as our mother slipped one finger, then two, into her slit and licked her labia and clit. She pushed her fingers in deep, finding that special spot and tickling it with her finger tips. Jesse moaned and an orgasm coursed over her body. My mother didn’t stop but continued to work over Jesse’s now-drenched cunt.
Brenda was practically panting as she watched. She leaned forward and tried to push her tongue into our mother’s ear, but Jesse opened her eyes and spotted her in time. Jesse lifted her leg and kicked her in the side of the head with her stiletto boot heel. It wasn’t a hard kick, but it was enough to hurt a little, and Brenda retreated again with a snarl that looked pretty real, not played for the camera.
In the chat room on the webcam show, the audience was totally into it, both the abuse and the incest. The awards were rolling in and the room was over 500 viewers – including men and women. Several audience members had their cams on and were jerking or stroking. The side screen was full of audience wet slits and hard cocks. This was turning into quite a show.
My mother, meanwhile, was still working over my sister’s pussy mercilessly. Jesse had her legs on our mother’s shoulders and had her eyes closed. She was holding the chair in a death grip as an orgasm washed over her, and a fresh load of her juices washed over our mother’s face.
Our mother pulled back, her chin dripping with her daughter’s cunt juice, and turned to Brenda, pursing her lips as if she was going to give her a kiss, but when Brenda leaned forward she instead received another punishing slap. Her cheek had gone from being pinkish red to being fire-engine red inflamed and several welts had erupted along the cheekbone and the jawline.
“You bitch,” she murmured, glaring darts at my mother and Jesse. “You fucking whore.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” my mom said, and hit her again.
Jesse was still sitting in the chair, smiling, slowly stroking her slit. My mother turned to the camera.
“Send out our next guest,” she said. “The office gimp.”
That was my cue. I pulled on my mask and stepped into the room.
Brenda looked at me and her eyes brightened. She had no idea who I was, and I think she thought I was going to fuck her while Jesse and my mom continued their makeout session. She was wrong.
My mother, her face still dripping my sister’s cunt juice, reached down and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and freeing my cock that had risen while watching the show on the computer. She leaned down on her knees in front of me and immediately took my cock into her mouth, sucking it all the way down her throat on the first stroke. I moaned and looked down at Brenda, who was watching intently as my mother deepthroated my meat, then pulled back, streamers of throat goop cascading down her breasts, past her pierced nipples, and over her leather dom outfit.
My mother pushed my hard, purple, pulsating cock towards Brenda, hovering the gaping tip in front of her mouth. Brenda hesitated, then shook her head.
“Not falling for that shit,” she said, then spit on my cock that was just a couple inches from her face.
“You don’t want his cock?” my mother asked.
“I’d love his cock,” Brenda said. “I just don’t want to be hit again. This is getting a little intense.”
“So suck it already,” my mom said. “I won’t stop you and I won’t hurt you. Just be sure that’s what you really want before you start sucking it.”
Brenda squinted her eyes above her pink, welted cheeks. She glared up at my mom as if considering if it was safe, then looked up at my face. But all she could see was my gimp hood and eyes looking out of two slits.
“You won’t hit me?” she asked.
I shook my head, and both Jesse and my mom said “no” almost simultaneously.
Tentatively, Brenda leaned her mouth forward and touched her tongue to the tip of my cock. When she wasn’t slapped immediately, she got a little braver and ran her tongue around the head, teasing the underside and flicking across the base of the head. A thick glob of pre-come formed and she flicked it off into her mouth. Then she sucked the head into her mouth.
As soon as my cock was inside her mouth, I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and rammed my meat down her throat.
The sudden onslaught made her choke and gag for a moment, but then, like a good porn star, she recovered quickly. I cranked up, ramming my cock in and out of her throat. Thick globs of her throat slime ran down my balls as I pistoned in and out of her mouth, and her gag reflex wrenched her stomach, but I wasn’t ready to stop.
At this point, my mother called in her next guest as I pounded my aunt’s throat.
“Megan, come on in and bring your computer,” she said.
I kept ripping in and out of Brenda’s mouth as Megan sauntered in and did a turn for the camera, then tossed her bikini to the side and stood naked in front of the lens. She slid a hand down between her legs and rubbed her cute little innie pussy. Then she flipped open her own laptop and sat in a chair she drew up in front of Brenda.
I finally slowed my pace and pulled my cock from Brenda’s mistreated throat. Globs of throat slime and pre-come dripped from the tip. Brenda’s already-red face was even redder as she glowered up at me, streamers of snot, spit and throat slime – and maybe even a little bit of puke – trailing down her chin and her mommy tits as she knelt, shackled on the bed and stared at us.
Megan opened her computer and pointed the screen at Brenda at an angle that the folks on the camshow could also see.
“What’s this?” Brenda asked. “And who are you?”
“My name’s Megan, and I’m Jesse and Bryce’s girlfriend.”
“Bryce, that little fucking delinquent,” Brenda spat. “He should have been left to rot in prison. His slut sister Jesse too.”
I restrained myself. I wanted to slap her again, but decided against it. Yet.
“I have a video I want to show you,” Megan said. “Here, watch this.”
She was about to hit “play” when my mother spoke up.
“Stop!” she said. “Wait. Before you show you that video, I want to introduce our next special guest.”
Jesse, Megan, and I turned to our mother, somewhat bewildered. She had never said anything about anyone else but us.
My mother reached for her phone and sent a text message to someone. A moment later the front door to the apartment opened and the sound of stiletto heels made their way across the penthouse to the door of the bedroom.
Slowly, a figure crept to the doorway. It was a curvy woman in a full length raincoat and a hat with a heavy veil over her face.
“What the fuck,” Brenda said. “The fucking stalker, get her away from me.” She pulled back and tried to disconnect the handcuffs, discovering for the first time they weren’t the quick-release ones she was used to wearing in her shows.
She sat up on her knees, then tried to shimmy off the bed, but found her legs were too tightly shackled.
“What the fuck,” she repeated, her face, already red and inflamed, turned even redder. She turned to my mother.
“Tough shit, bitch,” my mother said and drew back as if slap her again. Brenda cowered and my mother stayed her hand.
The mysterious woman who stood in the doorway slowly unbuckled the belt on her raincoat and let it fall to the floor. She wore a full-length black, semi-transparent body suit. She looked to be somewhat older than our mother and Brenda, but she clearly had had some surgical assistance. Her breasts stood out firmly in front of her body, and long, pert nipples pointed to the sky atop upturned mounds. Her stomach was firm and fit, showing times at the gym, and though her hips swayed outward, they were fit and her legs were well toned.
Around her waist and between her legs she wore a harness and hanging off it was a huge dildo that had to be close to eighteen inches long and nearly as big around as my fist.
Something clicked in the back of my mind. I realized I knew who this woman was as she reached up and pulled her hat and veil off her head and tossed them to the floor atop her coat. Long black-and-silver tresses cascaded over her shoulders and down her back almost to her waist. Her face, like her body, showed the signs of surgical enhancement.
I gasped.
“Grandmother…” Jesse and I said simultaneously.
My mother spoke up. “This is my and Brenda’s mother, who has come to participate in her youngest daughter’s humiliation.”
A little backstory here: our grandmother had decided when she was about the age our mother was now that she would not go into old age quietly and had been having little surgeries here and there over the years – along with a small army of personal trainers – to keep herself looking as gorgeous as possible.
As I stood here looking at her, with a huge latex dong hanging between her thighs, I had to admit, she had been successful. She looked utterly hot, and pretty damn fuckable. She was the quintessential MILF – or GILF, I guessed. I hoped I would have a chance to fuck her at least once before the show was over. And I also wondered if she would be a regular lay like my mom.
Brenda swore, bringing me back to the moment.
“Keep that fucking thing away from me, mom,” she said, staring at the immense schlong my grandmother had on.
“My lovely daughter,” my grandmother said, rubbing her hands down the sheer bodysuit that encased her well-tended body. “Had I known you for what you were, I would have shoved this up your ass a long time ago.”
“Fuck you.” Brenda asked.
My mother spoke up.
“Megan, start the video,” she said.
Megan complied, and for the next three minutes the room was silent except for Megan’s narration explaining how she figured out it was Brenda on the security video that led to my arrest. When the video was finished, Brenda sat in silence. The webcam audience watched, enrapt, and about halfway through, started sending invectives at Brenda for her betrayal.
The video ended. Brenda glanced nervously around the room.
“Game over, bitch,” my grandmother said.
I looked at my mother and she nodded. I unzipped my hood and pulled it off.
Brenda’s eyes got wide as saucers as she looked up at me.
“Yeah,” I added. “Game over, bitch.”
My mother turned to the camera.
“This is my other child, Bryce,” she said. “He spent time in jail because of what Brenda did to him, to his sister, to the entire family. Today is revenge, the first day of many.”
My mother threw a bottle of lube to my grandmother who dropped a couple of dollops on Brenda’s asshole and then coated the dong.
“Don’t you fucking dare shove that thi…” Brenda started, but I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, shoving my cock back into her mouth and down her throat. Simultaneously, my grandmother began sliding the huge dong into her asshole. Brenda moaned and tried to pull away, but I shoved my cock all the way in. She gagged once then beat at my thighs with her shoulders, but it didn’t do any good. I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth as trickles of throat slime and even a trace of vomit, slipped out of her mouth and down her chin.
My grandmother showed more mercy than I would have, and stopped when she was about halfway into Brenda’s asshole, then began slowly sliding the immense dong in and out of her hole. My aunt’s asshole gripped and slipped up and down the shaft of the huge artificial cock, her stretched sphincter pushing in and out along the thick meat of the dildo. Brenda moaned around my cock that was still buried in her throat. I loosened my grip and let her slide out for just a moment before ramming it back in. A fresh glob of throat slime and a tiny dribble that might have been puke slid down her chin.
My grandmother and I smiled at each over over Brenda’s spit-roasted body. We both leaned forward and shared a kiss, and I ran a hand up her stomach to her breasts. I could tell they were surgically enhanced, but they were still soft, firm, and delightful with long, hard, upturned nipples. She had super soft skin that was a joy to touch. I pulled her closer and bent down, licking and sucking her tits through the thin fabric of the body suit.
My grandmother used her fingernails to rip the nylon fabric and bared her breast for me. I locked my lips around the nipple, licking and sucking.
Then I reached around my grandmother’s hips and pulled her closer, which pushed the dong even deeper into Brenda’s asshole. She let out a moan around my cock which was still buried in the back of her throat. I didn’t care, and actually it felt pretty damn good. I had spent years in lockup because of this bitch, she could spend years with my cock down her throat. My grandmother and I shared a deep soul kiss while Brenda struggled and tried to get free impaled between us.
My grandmother and I kissed again and Brenda gagged, tightening her muscles around my cock. I felt my balls contract and knew I was about to unload. I disengaged from my grandmother’s kiss and leaned back, giving two, three, four hard strokes into Brenda’s throat, then pulling out just as my first load of the evening rocketed from the end of my cock. I coated Brenda’s face as she cursed at me.
“Why so mad?” I asked. “I watched all your vids. I thought you liked it rough?”
“Fuck you, you little delinquent,” she said, trying to wipe the come, spit, and throat slime off her face and tits. But instead my grandmother gave another stroke and pushed the monster dong even deeper into Brenda’s ass. She groaned and uttered another “fuck you”, leaning forward onto her shoulders and tits, trying to find a comfortable position as her mother drove the gigantic dildo ever deeper into her asshole.
The camshow audience was now approaching a thousand viewers and awards and kudos were pouring in. We were raking in cash.
The shots of come from my pulsating cock lessened and I leaned back from Brenda’s defiled face. My cock was beginning to lose tone. I began slowly stroking it when my mother appeared next to me.
She turned to the camera.
“I’m his mother,” she said. “I helped send him to prison wrongly and I have a lot to make up for.”
My mother leaned her tits against my chest and kissed me, our tongues intertwined. I bent down and licked her soft, delightful, giant mommy tits, pulling her nipple piercings and stretching out the nipple. She moaned and ran her hands down my stomach to my cock that was still only at half staff after shooting my load all over Brenda’s face. A drop of semen still hung from the tip of my meat as my mother began stroking it.
I buried my face in my mother’s cleavage then pressed her mammoth tits together and sucked both nipples at once. I looked up at her face and she had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. I pushed her down so I could slip my cock between her tits as I squeezed them together.
Meanwhile, on the bed, my mother’s mother had her eighteen inch dildo almost all the way into Brenda’s asshole and was making the final push towards glory. Brenda moaned and cried, but nothing was stopping my grandmother. She was going to make her daughter take it all whether she wanted to or not.
Jesse had positioned herself behind our grandmother and was reaching through her legs to drive three fingers into Brenda’s snatch – working on numbers four and five. Meanwhile our grandmother had pulled her ass cheeks apart and Jesse ate out her asshole while she tried to fist Brenda. Jesse got the other fingers inside Brenda’s cavernous cunt, then turned her hand, sliding it along the dildo in Brenda’s asshole from the inside. Juice gushed from Brenda’s vagina and she made a sound that was half pain and half pleasure.
I think Brenda was starting to enjoy the humiliation.
At Brenda’s other end, Megan had found a strap on and was picking up reaming out Brenda’s mouth where I had left off. More slime and bits of stomach contents slipped from Brenda’s abused throat.
My mother pulled my meat from where I had been sliding it between her mountainous tits and began sucking it. Her ministrations on my cock brought me back to full attention. She knelt down on the bed near Brenda and pointed her own asshole at the camera.
“Watch my son fuck my asshole,” she said, and stretched her cheeks apart, exposing the pink inside. I dumped a dollop of lube on my mother’s asshole and slid my thumbs inside to stretch it even wider – showing the gaping hole to the viewers. Then I slipped my purple, pulsating cock inside. My mother moaned as I slid my hard cock further and further into her asshole, delighting the audience that had swollen to over 1500 viewers who kept the awards rolling in.
I grabbed my mother’s hips and picked up the pace, my stomach slamming against her ass, sending ripples through her wide hips. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them, pulling one up to her lips so she could suck on it.
It was incredibly hot, fucking my mother’s anus in front of a horde of viewers who knew she was my mom and were getting off on it. It was more than hot, it was intoxicating. I felt like a porn star. I ripped off my shirt and tie – the only articles of clothing I still had on – and continued pumping my meat in and out of her ass, my balls slamming against her slit. Jesse pulled back from eating our grandmother’s asshole and fisting Brenda. She leaned over to me, pressing her tits against the side of my chest and kissing me. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. I pulled out of my mother’s asshole long enough for Jesse to deep throat my meat a couple of times before ramming it back home into my mother’s pink sphincter while my sister and I kissed and I fondled her giant tits.
Meanwhile, grandmother had her foot-and-a-half dong fully inside Brenda’s ass. Megan had pulled out of Brenda’s mouth and Brenda now had her head down, buried in bedsheets that were soaked with her spit, vomit, and my come. I think she was crying. When I thought of how I had spent years in juvenile jail because of her, I had no sympathy. In fact, watching her suffer made me even harder inside my mother’s asshole.
I leaned forward over my mother’s body and squeezed her tits. She turned her head back and we kissed as I ramped up my work on her asshole.
I think our grandmother decided it was time to give Brenda a break, because she slowly slid the monster dildo out of her asshole. It slipped from my aunt’s sphincter inch-by-inch as muffled moans of relief came from the shackled Brenda. When the head of the massive dildo finally popped free from Brenda’s asshole, it gaped open in front of the camera and just hung there, seemingly pushed beyond its limits. The audience had a long view of the gaping hole and the crumpled, pink, abused flesh inside Brenda’s ass. A streamer of lube trickled out before the muscles finally contracted and the sphincter slammed shut.
That was about all I could handle and I felt my balls tighten again. My mother felt it too and she bore down with her muscles, squeezing my cock tight as I pistoned in and out of her asshole. That was all I could take. A thick load of semen rocketed from my cock deep into my mother’s hungry asshole.
As I shot my sticky wad into my mother, my grandmother stood next to me, pressed her tits against my chest and we kissed. I reached down and tore was what left of her bodysuit from her and buried my face in her soft, firm tits even as my cock continued to dump my come into my mother’s deep wet asshole. My grandmother’s breasts were incredible. I licked the wide aureoles and pulled the long nipples inside my mouth, even as I slipped a hand between her legs and tugged gently at the heavy, meaty labia that hung there.
My orgasm was ebbing and my cock was flagging. I slipped out from my mother’s gaping asshole and my grandmother immediately grabbed my still pulsating, cock. She dropped to her knees and began sucking my meat, teasing it, trying to bring it back to attention. My mother rolled over and sat their watching us, stroking her own thick labia, teasing herself to more orgasms as she looked on, even as lube and my come dribbled from her pulsating, stretched asshole.
It only took a couple of minutes of work for my grandmother to bring my cock back to life. I had wanted to get inside her the moment she appeared, so I had been primed. She climbed on the bed and pointed her own asshole at me.
“Get inside me,” she said breathlessly, pulling her cheeks apart and dumping lube between them.
She was my grandmother. I had to do what she told me, right?
I slipped my thick, resurgent cock into my grandmother’s ass. She groaned as I slid inside. My mother watched, rubbing her pussy harder and faster as I pushed deep inside her mother’s asshole.
Beside us, Brenda was laying silently on the bed. She seemed to have stopped crying and was quietly watching us, not saying anything. I think she hoped we had forgotten she was there so there wouldn’t be any more abuse. I glanced at the camshow screen. We had several thousand viewers and awards and accolades were pouring in. My aunt’s camshow account was raking in the money.
Across the room, Jesse had pulled on a small strap on and was giving Megan’s cute little pussy a slow, passionate, incredibly hot fuck. Megan had her eyes closed and seemed to be in Nirvana. The two were lost in each other, the rest of the world had gone away.
My grandmother also had her eyes closed and was bearing down on my cock, making me feel every muscle in her asshole as I worked my well-lubed cock in and out of her hole. She groaned. My mother leaned over and she and my grandmother kissed, then my mother slid up and spread her legs in front of my grandmother, who dove in and began devouring her wet, thick, meaty labia and hard, erect clit. My grandmother slipped several fingers inside my mother’s asshole as she ran her tongue up her lobes and tickled the large clit at the top. My mother pulled one of her breasts up to her own lips and sucked.
Brenda, peeking up tentatively and watching the three-way that was going on beside her, leaned over and made a tentative movement towards my mother’s other tit. My mom watched her out of the corner of her eye, and as soon as Brenda’s tongue caught the tip of her nipple, she lashed out, giving Brenda’s red, welted cheek another strike. Brenda cowered away and buried her face back into the sheets. I slapped her ass, hard, then refocused on my grandmother’s ass that I was pistoning in and out of.
My grandmother looked up from my mother’s snatch, then leaned back. We kissed over her shoulder.
“Are you going to finish me or not?” she gasped, before diving back into my mother’s snatch.
I didn’t need more motivation. I ramped up the pace. My grandmother moaned as my cocked reamed in and out of her asshole, the flesh of her ass shaking with each stroke as my stomach pounded against her hips. She moaned again and cranked down her muscles, tightening against my cock. I gave one more mighty stroke and my balls unloaded, dumping a load of my seed into my grandmother’s ass.
I groaned as shot after shot of my pearls dumped into my grandmother. I looked down and met my mother’s eyes. She wore a smile from ear to ear.
Things became a blur. I fucked my mother again, then Jesse, then Megan, then went another round with my grandmother. I think we all kind of forgot that Brenda was shackled in the middle of the room and just did our thing around her. I have no idea how many times I fucked the women in the room. Two hours later, covered in grool, spit, and semen, we closed out the camshow. It had been an incredible night.
EPILOGUE: WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
We took Brenda to the police station the next day and she confessed. She made bail and was remanded into my mother’s custody. My mother refused to help with her legal fees and Brenda had to sell her house and moved into a tiny hotel room my mother provided downstairs from her. She continued to cam, though it was with a whole lot less gusto than she had shown previously.
My name was cleared and my probation was ended. The judge decided I had paid my dues and my record was expunged. I had a fresh start.
We (myself, my mother, Jesse, my grandmother, Megan) talked a lot about what to do with Brenda in the weeks between her arrest and the trial. Brenda pled guilty on several lesser charges and was going to be sentenced to about two years in prison. But on the day of sentencing, the five of us appeared in court and asked that, instead of jail time, Brenda be given house arrest.
The judge agreed and Brenda was remanded into our custody where she is not allowed to leave the hotel. For the next two years (at least) she is our personal servant. I’m satisfied with that outcome. Yeah, it would have felt good to know she was locked up getting the same treatment I got, but instead we have a servant and, basically, a personal slave. She has to do anything we tell her or she risks getting sent to lockup. I slap her ass hard every time I see her, and we humiliate her regularly. And any of us can fuck her whenever we please. She hates it, so I love it.
We took over Brenda’s camshow and now we have twice-a-month shows, an OF page, and all the usual stuff that comes with being camwhores. It’s fun.
Megan, Jesse, and I continue to work on our relationship. We are very content. Jesse and I did end up finding a therapist we could work with and now we each see her individually twice a month, and then as a group (all three of us) once a month. The relationship we are developing is beautiful.
Our mother still lives in the penthouse next to us and yes, we all have sex pretty regularly. My grandmother comes to town every couple of months and joins in. Brenda gets to join us a few times a year but most of the time is forced to just watch from the sidelines, if we let her in the room at all.
Jesse and I are learning the family business and expect to inherit the hotels someday.
And the mother with the two college aged daughters we met in the pool come back to the hotel a few times a year for a fun, sexy, little reunion.
Life is good.
(And they lived happily ever after)
THE END
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