My Step-Son, Daughter and Me [MF][Inc]

I came in the back door, bringing some shopping in, dumped the bags on the table. I knew my daughter was home, her car was parked in the street. We live in a bungalow, not overly large, just a four bedroom home that started out as a two bedroom, and previous owners added extra rooms, bathroom, family lounge.

One room, right at the end of the house was my daughter’s next to hers was my stepson’s, my third husband and I had the main bedroom next to the front, formal lounge with the connected galley kitchen and family lounge, between them. The house was quiet, but then I heard a moan. I knew it wasn’t a ghost, because it was followed by a grunt, a male grunt and some rhythmic thumping. Seems Sandy was getting laid and she’d left her bedroom door open.

I knew she wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since my second husband, her father, had fucked her years ago, the bastard. He should be in jail for that- but that’s just my anger again, anger at letting my little girl down. Anyway… She must have been enjoying herself, as her moans were getting louder, so I thought I might quietly sneak out the door again and wait a little while, give them some privacy. Go and sit in the car, read something on my cell, it was not a nice day.

I just turned and started to make my way to the door when I heard, “Cum, Ben! Cum in me!!” Ben? Ben? Her step-bro, Ben? Fuck me! Yeah, my heart pounded and I felt a surge of adrenaline shoot through me. Shock? Surprise? What the fuck? Ben, my step-son? Sure, he’s a good looking guy, but so is my favorite current husband. Then something else shot through me, a wave of fucking jealousy. He was fucking her and not me!

Where the hell did that come from? All I knew was my nipples got hard at the thought and my pussy was dampening my panties. Fuck it! I’m a 40 year old mother, not some horny adolescent. I got an excellent dick to ride any time I want, not some sex starved kid. Fuck me! What is wrong with me? I slid out the door and went to sit in the car.

I pulled my cell phone out and opened the book I was reading on Lithium, a great little app. Sounded like they were down to the short strokes so I’d give them ten minutes, no, fifteen, just to be sure. Sitting in the car, I felt really hot, well, the bit between my legs was feeling hot. I didn’t realize it but as I was reading with one hand, the other started touching me.

My skirt had slid up a little and I could feel the dampness of my panties. I dropped the cell on the passenger seat and lifted my ass to pull my panties down. I leaned back a little and began to masturbate, furiously. My fingers flicked my bud, sometimes plunging into my vulva. A little awkward, but still quite doable as I leaned back into the car seat.

I got closer and closer and my breath was shorter and shorter, gasping and moaning as I felt the early signals of an orgasm creeping over me. Then it hit, far more quickly than it normally does. Just at that moment, I had the image of Ben, with his dick inside Sandy and it was so erotic that I couldn’t control it any longer. I came, hard, pouring my juices onto the seat under my pussy. Fuck! What a mess, I thought, a little disgusted with myself, my lack of control. What the hell brought this on?

I know. The very thought of fucking Ben, that’s what brought this on. And it wasn’t enough! I wanted a dick, long and hard in me! I wanted Ben’s dick in me! Oh fuck! No, not happening. I cupped my pussy and gently caressed it as it leaked juices between my fingers. Yes, it would be nice fucking Ben, but I can’t.

I got some traveler’s tissues out of the console and wiped my pussy, folding my panties as small as I could. Getting out, I wiped the seat knowing that as this was my car, no-one else would be driving it. Still, I left the driver’s window down a bit, give it a chance to air a little. Looking at the clock, they had about twenty minutes so should be all over by now.

I went back inside, calling to them, letting them know I was home. My heart was thumping, my head was in turmoil, I had no idea how I was going to react to them. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Sandy answered. Seconds later, I heard the shower start, and Ben appeared.

“Good timing,” he said, looking at the grocery bags, “Just got in from the gym. Sandy’s having a shower, then my turn. Need a hand?”

I shook my head and resisted the impulse to ask him how his horizontal exercises went. I started making a little dinner for us, and when Jack got in, I let him know he was going to get lucky tonight.

In bed, I had Jack’s dick in my mouth as hard a a rock, cupping his balls with my hand. I bobbed up and down on it, feeling it slide over my lips, and press the back of my throat. I kept this up for a while, but Jack broke it and told me if I didn’t stop now, I was going to get a mouthful. I did as I wanted it in my pussy. I lifted off and puffed air over his cock, cooling it, but not too much.

Jack laughed, then reciprocated by eating my pussy. I love it when he is licking me and he’s always willing to make me cum with his tongue and fingers. It did take a while, and a bit of fantasizing by me but cum I did, hard. Again at the moment my orgasm started, I had this image of Ben fucking Sandy, with me playing with his balls as it was happening. I felt Ben’s mouth pleasuring me! What the fuck? Here I am, fucking my husband and daydreaming about his son? Having an orgasm with that image in my head?

A minute later, Jack was on top of me, his cock inside me, pumping me for all I was worth. I was loving the feel of his body covering me, his cock invading my body, thrusting into me. I felt his pubes and pelvis tickling and compressing my clit as I kept pulling him into me and thrusting my pussy up to meet his dick. He was pounding into me, and I wanted more! My head was screaming ‘Ben’ as Jack’s cock slid back and forth in me!

I grabbed him, told him to roll over, without him falling out. We did and I began to ride his dick with real pleasure. I was pounding his dick into me, squeezing my clit on his pelvis even harder. Up and down I bounced feeling the pleasure of his cock in me. After a time, I cried “Swap! Doggy!” I got off him and quickly assumed the position.

I didn’t have to wait long as I felt his dick probing my pussy again. It engaged and slid into me, filling me up as only he can. I had my face buried in a pillow with my ass in the air, exposed to all the abuse his cock could give me. I know he doesn’t last long in doggy, but that’s okay, I was close myself and I had slid my hand down to play with my pussy. “Cum!” I cried, “Cum in me, Ben!” Fuck! I let it slip, but he didn’t miss a beat! I nearly lost my cum on that too! Concentrate bitch! I screamed in my head.

Then it hit me! I squealed my orgasm, feeling it spread through me and Jack’s cock pulsed and shot a stream of fluid into me. He cock was so slippery, so wet now, there as so little friction but that didn’t matter, I was cumming on his dick! I loved it!

The next minutes were hazy, the sweep of my cum and being filled with Jack’s cock juice was enough to drive me into that nowhere-land of satiation. When I came back I was lying on my back, Jack on his side, arm under my head, him kissing my cheek and his other hand cupping my breast. It felt fucking good.

“So,” Jack said, “You want to tell me what got you so worked up?”

“Worked up? I asked innocently.

“”Yep, like you always are when something happens through the day and you get so pent up about it we fuck like demons!”

“Nothing,” I lied.

“No,” he said, gently, “Don’t bullshit me.” He paused then said, “Especially when you scream ‘Cum in me, Ben!” Fuck! He heard! “You and Ben…” He let it hang.

“What? Fucking?” I asked, “No! Not at all.”

“Can’t say I would blame you, he’s a really good looking guy. So? What then?” What? He wouldn’t mind me fucking Ben?

Confused, I said, “No we’re not fucking, but he is fucking Sandy!” There, I said it. “That’s incest and I don’t know what to do or how to do it!”

Jack said nothing for a moment or three then said, “Oh.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?” I was surprised, “What the fuck are we gonna do?”

Jack snuggled into me, kissed me and said, “Sandy’s a big girl now, and she takes after you, beautiful and hot!”

“Be careful there,” I said, as an image of her fucking her father sprung into mind.

“I know, I know, but the point is, she can make up her own mind.”

“But it’s incest,” I protested.

“Only because we’re married.” Jack replied, “If we weren’t married, just living together, no-one would say a thing. They’re both over eighteen and able to make their own choices. She’s on birth control so that’s not an issue. He’s giving her what she wants and getting what he wants. Not our problem.”

“Yeah, I get the legal fiction here, but it is the law.”

“Only if they get caught.” Jack said, “Anyway that’s for discussion tomorrow.” He snuggled in a little more then kissed me.

I lay there as his soft breathing became a constant, smooth sign of sleep. As I lay there, I had the same ideas echoing around my brain, ‘What am I going to do?’ Then a little guilty thought, ‘If you gonna fuck my daughter, ya gotta fuck me!’

What the fuck am I gonna do?

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