Taurus’ Blossom

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Taurus’ Blossom

A Summer Saturday for a loving family

Copyright 2021

The Erotic Print Society

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— Before now —

 

What’s that old joke, vice is nice, but incest is best; put your sister to the test.

Well, both of my halfsisters, one’s my stepmother, the other my step-sister, both are my aunts, and one’s a niece, and all of them folded into two drop-dead gorgeous sluts who pass the family sex test with flying colors several times a day.

My mom died from cancer when I was young. My dad remarried my mom’s daughter, Rose, a product of an incestuous impregnation by her father, my grandfather. Rose’s daughter, Laila, is also my father’s daughter, and up until three weeks after dad shared the secret of our family’s incestuous legacy, Laila was also my secret sibling lover.

Since then, we’ve had family foursomes at least once a day (more on the weekends) until Laila and I finished our first year of college. Since then, it’s been a free-use free-for-all every day (and all night most of the time).

Rose continues to nag Laila and me that she expects us to give her a grandbaby pretty much the day after we graduate, which stresses Laila to no end since she can’t get pregnant for some reason and hasn’t told her mother.

Laila and I usually share a bed at night; most of the time, mine. However, dad and I agreed that he gets to spend the night with his daughter at least once per week, and those nights are when I sleep with his wife, Laila’s mother, and my other halfsister, Rose.

— Rose’s Flower —

 

The first time I had sex with Rose was an accident; I thought she was my lover Laila, waiting for me in the dark, wrapped up like a gift, giving herself to me as she had many times before. Except it wasn’t Laila, it was her mother, Rose. The next day we all participated in our first family orgy. The four of us fucked each other in every possible configuration and combination until dad got a call from a client. By the time dad’s client interrupted our family fun, my cock felt bruised, and my balls like raisins, but the desire I had to use and abuse both Laila’s and Roses’ sex was undiminished.

That undiminished desire was appeased but not fully satisfied until we returned from the best family dinner we had ever shared. Until that point, Rose and I had sex, and I wasn’t sure I could give her more; to make love with her.

I was wrong.

As you might imagine, the first time Rose and I made love was incredibly special to me. It was the night after our new family lifestyle started. Dad and I had spent the evening using remote control vibrators to force our lovers to climax over and over again in a public restaurant before they snuck under the table to suck us off.

Dad wanted to spend the night with Laila; it was their first time together, making love as father and daughter, and I was looking forward to spending some playtime with my father’s wife.

The evening ended with our father carrying his daughter to her room. Laila was grinning and glowing with her arms around his neck as he told her all the wonderfully perverse things he wanted to do to her.

I did not have the years of sexual exercise he did, and I was smart enough to avoid embarrassing myself by attempting to lift Rose into my arms. So, instead, I held her close and danced her to the master bedroom suite, imagining she was Laila (which is not hard to do considering how much they look like twin sisters separated by years and not minutes).

Rose kissed me, then caressed my face before attempting to step away.

“Where are you going?” I asked, my sexual appetite beginning to rage again.

“To change into something more entertaining,” Rose replied.

“Oh,” I replied disappointedly, then confessed, “Laila and I have… an agreement. When we’re alone together, she removes her clothes in front of me until she’s completely naked. Her nakedness reminds us that I’m allowed full access to her body and her sex. Her stripping for me is one of the ways we remind each other we will always be each other’s lover and that she gave me ownership of her sex.”

“I love how much you sound like and remind me of your father,” Rose cooed, turning back, pressing her hand to the side of my head, pulling me close for a tender kiss.

Holding her lips to mine, she stated clearly, “I am your father’s wife, and you don’t own my sex; he does. My sex is a gift he has agreed to share with his son, and his sex is a gift I have given my daughter.”

I nodded, expecting there would be differences between mother and daughter, and what I expected would be complex and challenging relationships, just as Rose had warned the day before.

Rose stepped back, then, locking eyes with me, began to unbutton her top. Purposely slow, the opposite of Laila’s routine to get naked as fast as possible, Rose instead took her time reveling her treasures. Each button required two sets of fingers, and she kept the seams of her top together and mostly closed, taunting and teasing me, refusing to expose more than a flash or a peek of what lay beneath as she worked her way down.

She pulled the tail of her top out of her knee-long skirt, starting from the back, then her hands moved to the front, resuming the long slow reveal. When the last button undocked, she ran a single finger up the open slit of her shirt, granting me a narrow view of her stomach and the bra holding her breasts up and hidden.

I almost squirted in my shorts, watching her take her time exposing herself to me. She teased me a little more, using two fingers from each hand to widen the view of her hidden flesh. After a painfully long time of running her fingers up and down the sewn edge while keeping her eyes locked on mine, Rose opened her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders before it floated to the floor.

Her bra was at least a size too small, making her magnetic bosoms puff up and overflow the top edge. Not a lot, just enough to let her lovers, dad, and now me, know there was plenty of pillowy comfort below for us to enjoy.

Her generic boob container remained in place as her thumbs found the elastic edge of her skirt. Like with her blouse, she teased me by running her thumbs along the edge, only inching the upper edge down every second or third revolution around her waist.

I knew what kind of panties she wore, having seen them several hours earlier when helping father insert a remote-controlled anal and vaginal stimulator in the sex store. The high V’d straps of her panties appeared, growing longer as her skirt inched downward. Finally, after clearing the widest part of her hips and thighs, the knee-length skirt pillowed to the floor. Resting around her high heels, on top of, and next to her blouse.

At that time, I had only had sex with Rose that morning and accidentally the night before. Her standing almost naked before me was the first opportunity I had to study Rose without feeling like a pervert for staring at my father’s wife in a bikini. This time, I felt like her lover, and I allowed myself to soak in and savor the beautiful gift she offered.

Standing in front of me, almost naked, was a near-perfect clone of my mother when she passed away mixed with a twenty-year-old twin of her daughter and my lover, Laila. Other than a few extra age lines, some well-hidden gray hair around her temples, and tan lines that did not match Laila’s, Rose looked just like her daughter, and, to me, she was also the perfect reflection of how I remembered my mother.

Rose’s arms disappeared behind her back just before she hugged herself, not exposing her bare breast until her bra had joined the rest of her clothes on the floor at her feet. She then unfolded her arms, lowering them to her side, granting me wordless permission to stare at and admire her fully exposed breasts. Rose’s presentation confirmed her nipples were the same puffy morsels of chocolate my mouth salivated to suck on.

Staring at Rose’s naked breasts feeling like I looked like a deer staring at the headlights of an approaching car. However, my perverted leering allowed me to verify, Rose’s areolas were slightly darker, larger, and more vertically oblong than Lailas. Rose’s breasts also rested a little lower and aimed more toward the ground than those of her twenty-year-old daughter.

Both of Rose’s mammaries tugged at my face and lips, me feeling the need to bury myself between them or kiss them. The same way I did with Laila’s whenever I could, wanting to feel the same sense of perfect bliss and utter contentedness I found snuggling into my lover’s bosom.

Rose continued to hold her eyes on me, watching for my response and reaction to her strip-tease as both hands lifted to pinch and pull at her nipples. Then, her face glowing just like Laila’s when communicating her love and lust for me, Rose asked, “Would you like to take off my panties?”

I didn’t speak, and I’m not sure I could if I had tried. Instead, my lust started taking over, and I dropped to my knees in front of Rose. My fingers clawing at the V’d strips of elastic above her hips, almost ripping them from her thighs.

Then, the almost severed portion of my sanity and rationality asserted itself, forcing my eager hands to slow down. Tempering my sexual rage with the same sensual tenderness Rose had just demonstrated.

I leaned forward, my hands on her hips, her panties still in place, as I pressed my face to her groin and inhaled deeply. The enticing musk of her sex, an aroma that had been percolating throughout the repeated orgasms dad’s phone made the triple action vibrator inside her give her during dinner. Now, those juices, having simmered in her panty liner since desert, assaulted my sinuses and invaded the primed and ready sex center of my brain.

Frozen in place, chained to her groin by the aromatics drilling into my gray matter. Rose pushed my hands down the sides of her legs, taking her panties with her. Then, reality hit me just as hard as the firm plastic shell of the sex-toy shielding her clit, and cunt hit my nose.

I looked up, past the aqua blue-green arrow that pointed at her occupied and shielded sex. My pleading, hungry, lust-filled eyes begged permission to remove the device from her vagina and ass.

She nodded, and I watched as my hand reached up between her thighs, finding then working around the smooth curved edge; I gently extracted the soft and pliable protrusions from her pussy and ass.

Coated and infused with her gooey, stringy natural lube, strands and streaks of her juices clinging to the shell of the faux penis simulant and the inside of her vagina as I slowly, carefully removed the protrusion from within her.

With the device fully un-docked, my face lept forward. My mouth creating a vacuum between Rose’s outer labia and her inner lips, sucking up, savoring, then swallowing her overflowing creamy nectar as my tongue sought out and found her clit.

Rose’s thighs clenched around my face, her hand found the back of my head, and she pulled my face deeper into her groin, allowing me better access to Rose’s Flower and the sweet and salty libation only a woman’s sex can produce. My tongue worked overtime, mining her vagina for more frictionless flavor and making her thighs clench and her knees buckle whenever it found and flicked Rose’s clit.

Her thighs did not cover my ears, so I could hear her moans and spasming grunts as I enjoyed making her climax on my face. I was pleasantly surprised when she squirted on my face like her daughter often did as I licked and sucked her cunt to orgasm.

Oh, and I squirted too, creaming in my shorts when Rose sprayed my face.

— A loving family —

 

That was almost two months ago. Today, a typical summer Saturday, and as had become our weekend routine, the four of us had an outdoor family orgy.

It was quite surreal watching Rose going down on her daughter. My lover and her mother curled up into a ball of flesh, loudly slurping, sucking, and licking each other’s cunts in our backyard.

I both watched and participated, never denying my finger’s desire to poke or probe their butts or savor the smooth curves of their sun-exposed flesh. I had my index finger knuckle deep in Laila’s ass, pulling and stretching her anal ring while my cock tried to fuck both mother and daughter’s squished flesh where their bodies slid together. Dad returned from inside the house carrying a tray of sports drinks and pre-packaged snacks.

Dad sat down on the edge of one of the lounge chairs, opening a sports drink, before stroking his soft cock. Seemingly content to watch his son finger-fuck his daughter’s ass, proudly smirking as he listened to our submissive lover’s muffled moans.

I was savoring the aroma of sex wafting off their tanned and lotion glistening bodies while my cock remained sandwiched between their writhing merged flesh. My hips were autonomically humping their squished together bodies as my finger found Laila’s secret button. Of course, it worked better when I could pinch it from both her rectum and her vagina, but I stimulated it enough to enhance the orgasm her mother’s mouth and tongue induced. Laila, moaning into her mother’s groin, and the feeling of their combined sunscreen oiled flesh hugging my cock, was enough to excise a small load out of my balls, through my cock, sandwiching my cream between their squirming bodies.

Sexually satisfied for the moment, I stepped back, extracting my cum tipped penis from the center of their sixty-nine. It was about that time when the sun burned off the last of the morning clouds, stilling the air with its direct line of sight and heating my exposed flesh. Dad passed me a drink, suggesting, “I’m sure you want some of this, and this… trust me, today, you’ll need lots of fluids and sunscreen,” as he followed the liquid refreshment with a tube of SPF70.

We both applied the sunscreen to ourselves and rehydrated, watching Rose and Laila share quality mother-daughter time, rolling and twisting around each other on the lounge chair. Rose’s experience and maternal instincts gave her daughter Laila more orgasms, and Laila’s persistent youth made sure Rose’s nirvanic peaks lasted longer or overlapped, making each climax Rose’s body trembled through seem extended or prolonged.

When dad’s stroking himself had his cock hard enough again, he made a bee-line for Laila’s upturned butt. Even muffled by Rose’s thighs, I loved hearing Laila’s yipe, then relaxed moan as dad force-fed his cock into his daughter’s ass.

Dad rolled our cunt-to-mouth conjoined lovers onto their sides when I approached. I spread and opened Rose’s butt cheeks, preparing to feed my reawakened penis to her ass. Just before I did, Laila’s lips kissed my cock, then sucked me past her teeth. Dad’s thrusts into her ass moved her head for me, and, for the moment, all I had to do was stand there and watch Laila’s sideways face move back and forth on my cock.

Laila’s mouth pulled away; an expression of surprised pained pleasure passed by my eyes as dad lifted her off Rose while he continued to hold his cock in Laila’s ass. Her eyes teared and squinted from the sun. Then her mouth opened, forming a silent ‘oh’ as dad lifted her back to his chest.

Sounding like a child on the edge of crying, Laila whimpered as dad’s unexpected strength bounced her up and down on his cock. Holding her thighs in his hands while ramming his erection into her ass over and over. Driving his forced impalement deeper and deeper into his daughter’s rectum.

In what I assumed was a display of focused muscular development, strength, and reflexes toned by doing the same thing to Rose over the years, dad held his daughter’s thighs aloft with his hands holding up her butt cheeks. Laila’s dangling legs and knees were aimed at me as he seemed to effortlessly bounce her up and down on his cock like she was nothing more than the sex toy she wanted to be.

Rose sat up, grabbing my floating erection, tugging on me to look down at her as she nodded at Laila and dad. I returned my attention to Laila bouncing on his impalement as Rose suggested, “You know I love seeing you two sharing Laila. Go on; you two can do the same to me later… I can wait… but don’t make me wait too long… and make sure you squirt every drop of your seed into your sister’s womb.”

Rose pulled on my cock, aiming me at Laila’s flopping legs, then pushing my ass and my erection toward my lover and her father.

Just like the first time dad and I DP’d, my sister, his daughter, Laila’s tearing eyes locked on mine as I moved into her personal space. I looked down to see Laila’s stomach muscles were clenched, with beads of sweat streaming down to her upside-down triangle of fur, accompanied by traces of the sperm deposit I had made earlier. Her outer lips were red and inflamed at the tip of her fur triangle, open, exposing her inner lips, and thick transparent strands of her juices were slowly stringing to the concrete below.

I looked up, and her silent crying, her pained-pleasured expression begging me to insert myself into her vacant vagina. I took one more step closer, locking my eyes on her pleading blue eyes as I teased her slippery clit with the head of my cock. I synchronized with dad’s thrusts, moving closer, holding my cock to her slimy lips when dad pushed her up, then hearing her scream at my face before her head flop backward when dad dropped her onto my cock.

Her neck was just as dark red as her chest, her mouth open and jaw locked in a frozen expression of pain, pleasure, and sexual satisfaction I had become eager to see as often as possible.

Dad and I coordinated our penetrations, jointly holding her thighs up and open while bouncing Laila’s stiff body up and down on our dueling impalements. I had a front-row seat to Laila’s face turning a darker shade of red, waiting for her to remember how to breathe.

Up until that weekend, dad and I had had a few special father-son bonding moments; mom’s death is the one that comes to mind first, followed by him telling me about having to move mom into hospice and him being there when I hit my first home run in seventh grade.

Sharing Laila or Rose, both of us fucking them simultaneously, feeling our penises rubbing through the thin barrier between our submissive’s asses and their cunts had become just as special. I cherished those moments and tried to force myself to remember every time he and I fucked our lovers together, as father and son.

Laila gasped in a massive inhale of air, and her arms embraced me, pulling me tighter to her. Her face met mine, her open panting mouth trying and failing to kiss me as dad and I made her body climax over and over again.

As had has happened before, Laila’s vocabulary downsized to quiet huffing and puffing variations of the word “fuck” as dad and I DP’s my sister, his daughter. So enraptured, admiring Laila’s perpetually climaxing face, I didn’t notice when Rose joined us, caressing Laila, pinching, twisting, and pulling her daughter’s nipples or caressing dad and me as we shared Laila’s sex.

Laila gasped and whimpered again when dad thrust his climax into her ass, ramming his cum as deep into her as he could. I recognized the mindless monster on his face as the same expression I felt when I forgot my lover was another human being, replaced by a single-minded need to ejaculate inside the flesh swallowing my erect penis.

Laila’s huffing exhales matched his grunts as her arms tightened around my neck. She leaned forward, Laila’s face disappearing out of view as she rested her head on my shoulder, relaxing and enjoying the sexual assault her father unleashed on her ass.

I took her entire weight when dad staggered backward, Rose leading him to one of the lounge chairs.

Laila’s face reappeared, her vocal cords still clenched as she locked her eyes on mine, “Hurry,” Laila’s quiet, forced voice pleaded, “before dad drips out of me… I want to feel the cum of both my lovers inside me.”

I started to bounce Laila up and down on my cock, but she shook her head, her voice a little louder, “No, I want to feel you cum in my ass… I want to feel both you and dad’s cum in my ass at the same time.”

I lifted her off my cock, and she stood on weak legs as I helped her spin around. She braced herself on dad’s shoulders, him sitting sideways on one of the lounge chairs. Laila bent over, aiming her still gapped asshole winking at me. Some of dad’s load had already escaped, but a large glob remained at the edge of her slowly closing anal ring.

I used the head of my cock to push the bubble of white back into Laila’s ass, followed by the rest of my penis. Inside she was looser than normal and somehow softer and especially well lubed.

I looked past Laila’s long, dark flowing hair behind dad’s head to see Rose proudly smiling at me, watching me enter, then begin to fuck her daughter’s ass. It was something she had seen many times over the past couple of months, and I was always amazed at how it always seemed thrillingly taboo to Rose, watching her husband’s son fucking her daughter.

Rose stood up, leaning over the lounge, and dad, to kiss his cheek, then Laila’s cheek behind and next to his head as I moved in and out of my sister’s gently tightening rectum. Rose walked around the lounge chair, past Laila, before standing next to me. I saw dad’s hand reach up to his shoulder, interlocking with Laila’s fingers, and the side of Laila’s head pressed to the side of his when Rose’s body made contact with mine.

I knew what was about to happen, like everything else, the feel of Rose’s hand caressing my face as the other on the rounded the curve of my butt as her lips touched my ear. It was something that had happened before, and I expected it would happen again and again.

“I want to see you cum inside my daughter, brother,” Rose’s seductive voice whispered, her finger entering my ass, driving my cock deeper into Laila’s. “Fuck my daughter’s ass while I fuck yours,” she cooed, driving her finger deeper into my rectum, quickly finding and stimulating my prostate.

Her finger in my ass was one of Rose’s fetishes, to massage mine or dad’s prostate to make us cum inside Laila’s ass or cunt or Rose’s mouth when she sucked us off.

It worked on dad, and it worked on me and based on the evil grin on Rose’s face, it worked for her too.

I never really noticed my prostate before Rose fingered my ass for the first time. And, like that first time, I could feel Rose’s finger massaging a seemingly never-ending stream of seminal fluid pumping through my cock, into Laila’s ass, mixing and merging with my father’s man-milk.

I wasn’t embarrassed or self-conscious, and I didn’t hold back when I grunted, groaned, and huffed my climax into Laila’s butt as Rose fingered my ass. When I had nothing left to squirt, I stopped slapping my body against my lover’s flesh. I felt Rose remove her finger as I lowered my forehead to Laila’s sweaty back.

“Damn,” Rose declared, “You’ve still got a tight ass. No matter how many times you let me do that, I think your butt is going to snap my finger off.”

Laila’s voice returned as a whisper, and I looked up to see her kissing dad’s neck just before she looked back over her shoulder at me, asking, “I want to do that to you when you’re fucking my mom.”

I nodded, stepping back, still steadying myself as I looked down at the results of the two savage anal poundings Laila’s ass endured. Laila’s anal ring was struggling to close, and I could tell by the way her opening undulated she was trying to show me what I wanted to see. A moment enhanced by her fingers stretching her butt cheeks open, exposing the inside of her cum oozing rectum to the sun’s radiation.

Just as her sphincter started to seal shut again, a large blob of cum bubbled out, dripping across her taint before slipping through her slit, clinging to the edge of her outer lips before it roped down to the pool deck below.

“Are you ok, hon?” Rose asked Laila, caressing some hair away from her daughter’s face.

I could hear the pride in Laila’s voice as she replied, “I’m better than ok. I love it when dad and Ray fuck me like that… I feel so loved.”

“Me too,” Rose confirmed, kissing her daughter’s forehead before helping dad stand up.

“Enjoy the view, Ray. I know how much you like watching your stuff leak out of us. But, don’t take too long,” Rose directed at both of us, “Your father and I could use some help getting lunch together. After we eat, it’s my turn to be sandwiched between you two.”

I silently nodded as I continued to admire the view of mine and dad’s mixed cream oozing out of Laila’s abused ass as another massive glob of white goo starting to stream down the inside of her thigh. Racing down the inside of her thigh toward the ground instead of dangling like a spiderweb.

— Three times a week —

 

As I mentioned before, Laila and I had finished our first year of college, and over the past couple of months, the four of us fucked outside every weekend (weather permitting). If anyone in the windows facing our backyard had binoculars, I’m sure we put on a great show for them. It wasn’t all sex; we played volleyball in the pool and Marco Polo. If the person who was ‘it’ tagged someone else or caught them out of the water, they became the master to the other person’s sex slave for the next fifteen minutes.

Up until that first weekend of perverted incestual sex with Laila’s mother and our shared father, Laila and I had pretty much stuck to basic sex; blow jobs, PIV, and of course, the butt stuff Laila loved. Fucking each other as a foursome, threesomes, and switching partners had expanded our sexual awareness. Our new boundaries, or the lack of taboos, allowed Laila and me the opportunity to venture beyond the basic bondage and forced orgasms I had used on Laila. Learning from our parents how to be both submissive and dominant, giving in to what our lover wanted, or taking what we wanted from our lover without guilt.

We also shared our mutual collection of sex toys, including the interesting ones Rose and dad had stashed away in their bedroom closet. Of course, Rose’s Symbian being something dad would only allow our lovers to use on special occasions, and only when both dad and I were there to enjoy the show, preferably when Rose and Laila were restrained and gagged, and dad or I controlled the remote.

The same kind of rules applied to their remote-controlled orgasm inducers. Usually reserved for family outings, both of us complying with an unspoken agreement to only use them on our lovers when we were together, as a family, outside the house.

Over time, and having used Rose almost as often as I used Laila, I eventually concluded Laila’s subconscious need to feel loved through sexual free-use and her borderline obsessiveness with anal was genetic. Although more refined, focused, and more experienced, Rose had similar fetishes and characteristics, having been dad’s secret sex pet since mom died (maybe before).

Dad and I also seemed to have inherited something from our fathers and grandfathers. We both could cum far more often than I suspect might be normal, and it seemed that switching off between Rose and Laila kept our cocks hard and ready for more, sometimes exceeding that famous four-hour warning.

Dad had also taught me one of his secrets, not verbally, but by watching and learning from a master. When his cock was soft, and he wanted it hard again, fingering the lover he had not just used, then inhaling her slimy scent seemed to reinvigorate his sex. It worked for him, and I found it worked for me too.

Our family seemed to have another genetic trait, at least on the female side; Dad and I could make Rose and Laila cum in various ways. Their clits always seemed hypersensitive; both had the same secret instant orgasm button hidden inside them between their vaginas and rectums. And both mother and daughter seemed to naturally ooze vaginal lubrication whenever dad or I were near them.

Both mother and daughter representing the natural evolution of nymphomania. Where-as dad and I strove to become the pinnacle of male sexual virility, or perhaps, the evolutionary equivalent of yin to their yang.

I know my stories focus on sex, especially with my sisters, one of whom is my father’s wife. Sharing my experiences helps me to remember the details, details I never want to forget. And, besides, it’s all so counter-cultural and taboo on many levels. And, I will admit to being oversexed and obsessed with male-female fucking in many forms. But, beyond the free use fucking and forcing my lovers to climax over and over again, there is something I enjoy just as much; I love naked cuddling, especially in the mornings… moments made better knowing my lover is my sister.

Laila and I began sharing dad and Rose’s bed more than three times a week after our first weekend of family fucking. And, we usually spend the better part of the wee hours of Saturday and Sunday mornings sharing ourselves sexually. No feminine orifice is left dry or unpenetrated, preferably leaking rivers of cum after dad and I drain our balls into our lovers.

I remember fondly one particular morning when I woke facing Rose, with Laila spooned by dad on the other side. Feeling the bed moving as Dad rocked himself into his daughter and hearing Laila’s contented whimpers is almost as good to wake up to as having my cocked sucked and a pussy kissing my face.

It seems Rose and I are the late risers; her eyes were still closed when I moved down to snuggle my face between her breasts. Dad moving in and out of Laila created an ocean-like wave, rocking Rose’s naked chest and sloshing breasts across my face. The calming, swaying motion, plus the infantile comfort I found buried between Rose’s bosoms, started to lull me back to sleep.

Rose waking and humming a lullaby from her chest directly into my head instantly transported me back in time. To a time when I remember my mother doing the same to me, except my birth mother, was clothed and watching TV as she held me close to her chest in her favorite chair. Gently rocking me as soothing vibrations from her chest calmed my fears and allowed a lonely young boy to find a moment of peace before drifting off to sleep in her loving arms.

I felt Laila and dad shifting their bodies around on the bed, and after they freed up space on the bed, I rolled Rose onto her back and myself on top of her. I kissed, licked, teased, and suckled on her breasts and nipples before moving up, my penis effortlessly entering her vagina right before our lips met.

Ok, I know, it’s a cliché for this genre to find a young man making love to his mother or someone who’s a symbolic replacement for his mother. Well, like Paul McCartney’s said in ‘Silly Love Songs,’ “What’s wrong with that? I’d like to know ’cause here I go again.”

I knew, understood, and accepted Rose as my mother’s doppelganger weeks ago. It was just simpler to accept what I knew I was going to accept anyway and embrace the idea that when Rose and I made love face to face, I wasn’t making love to my father’s wife or my step-sister; I was making love to my mother in a way I never could as a young boy.

Rose’s face, eyes, hair, lips, and cleavage were almost exact duplicates of the mother we shared. Even the way she smelled invoked wonderful memories of me climbing into bed with my mom after having a nightmare or when I just wanted to cuddle with her when dad was away on business. With Rose’s willing maternal substitution, I revisited my mother almost every day while making love to her daughter and my halfsister at the same time.

That gift alone instilled feelings of affection for Rose that almost equaled the love I felt for her daughter and the light of my life, Laila. Don’t get me wrong, Rose and I merged our interlocking sex organs in various ways, just as often as Laila and I did. And, it was not all raw, animalistic grunting and thrusting, but most of it was. Some special mornings, like this day, Rose seemed to know what I needed, giving herself to me and my imagination.

While Laila sat on dad’s lap on the other side of the king-sized bed, pressing her forehead to his, bouncing up and down on his morning wood fast and hard, I snuggled on top of Rose under the sheets. In a safe place, my younger self envisioned it as a tent for two; my mother’s younger twin and I hid from reality. Alone with my lost but not forgotten spirit of my birth mother, where I slowly, tenderly, and lovingly slid my penis in and out of my mom’s compliant doppelganger. Enjoying something I never imaged as a way to love my mother when I was a young boy. Kissing my substitute mother tenderly, lovingly, laying on top of her, protecting a young boy’s mother from imagined beasts beyond the cloth walls of our secret hideaway.

Both of our breathings were slow and deep, just like my penis moving in and out of Rose. We took our time, making love to each other, gently waking to our bodies merging inside the recreated fortress of solitude my younger self imagined under my parent’s sheets when I was a child.

I don’t know if she did it on purpose or if her maternal expressions were natural, but when Rose and I made love, it was as if she were channeling my mother’s spirit. Gifting me yet another opportunity to be with the first woman I loved… granting me yet another chance to be with her in a way I never could as a siblingless, lonely boy whose best friend was his mother.

Rose’s eyes rolled back, and her eyelids flickered closed. She silently puffed a small but satisfying climax into my mouth past our connected lips. Her hands found the back of my head, holding my face to hers. After her quick, barely noticeable climax faded, her legs locked around mine. Uninterrupted by her orgasm, I continued to work my way in and out of her slowly, consciously holding back my eagerness.

While Laila was verbally reminding dad he was fucking his daughter; Rose caressed the side of my face before and during her next body quivering, cunt clenching climax. Inhaling a satisfied grin before we resumed kissing.

Laila’s expressive, “Fuck me, daddy, cum inside your little girl; squirt your love inside me,” seemed so out of place and intensely erotic at the same time.

My mother’s maternal eyes and smile kissed my soul as Rose’s hand caressed the side of my head, cooing, “It’s ok, Ray… do what you feel is natural… share your love for our mother with me.”

The first time Rose said that to me, knowing I saw her as mom’s surrogate, I cried as I came inside her. My face fell into her neck, sobbing as I relived the pain of my mother’s death while my hips angrily pumped my sex into Rose and my mother’s ghost.

I didn’t cry this time, but it was almost as emotionally cathartic as I pressed my huffing mouth to Rose’s as my cock injected my liquid love into her. Into my father’s wife, my halfsister, my mother’s daughter, and, symbolically, my mother’s spirit. When my body stopped jerking, my face found Rose’s neck and her arms embracing me, her hand caressing the back of my head and my neck in the exact motherly way I wanted her to… the way our mother used to when her son needed to feel comforted.

My arms snaked around Rose, squeezing our bodies tighter, both of us ignoring Laila cursing through her climax as dad grunted his ejaculation into his daughter. It was one of those moments I don’t think I could ever share the same way with Laila, a special gift of maternal love and affection that only Rose and I could experience. Since we became a loving family, Rose and I shared a special bond, and I suspected Laila and dad shared something similar and equally unspoken between father and daughter.

Like a demanding pre-teen wanting attention, Laila threw off the sheets that Rose and I hid under, playfully pushing me off Rose, diving across her mother, going for my spent penis. Laila sucked me clean while twisting her body around, feeding her pussy to her mother. Then, after satisfying herself with my quick slimy snack, Laila squeezed her head between Rose’s thighs. Sucking and licking my cum from Rose’s cunt while Laila fed dad’s cum to Rose from her cunt.

Another thing I realized and accepted after we all started sharing our sex, Laila and Rose are bi. Both equally eager to eat pussy as they are to suck on cock, “Or maybe it’s our cum they’re after,” I postulated while watching their bodies squirm like two entangled snakes, “Sometimes I think they are more passionate with each other after dad or I have cum inside them.”

I can’t explain how amazing it is to lay next to two beautiful women, one on top of the other, watching as they sixty-nined. I rested on my elbow and propped up my head up, using my other hand to take turns to caress the sides of their breasts and ribs or Laila’s ass (seems like she was always on top) when I wasn’t pulling, pinching, or circling their nipples.

I looked over Laila’s back, see dad doing the same thing I was doing, admiring and caressing our embraced lovers, waiting for our sex organs to reawaken.

— Commonplace and expected —

 

Like any other weekend, after we shared our love as a family, Laila and I barbequed breakfast after we all showered together. She grilled the sausages, and I flipped pancakes, both of us keeping a close eye on the hashbrown patties when we weren’t caressing each other’s nakedness.

Dad and Rose exited the house with a bowl of diced fruit and drinks. None of us are coffee fans, so fresh squeezed orange juice was the usual drink to replace our expelled fluids.

It was oddly comfortable and pleasantly casually, the four of us sitting around the glass table, all of us equally unclothed. Sitting boy-girl-boy-girl made it easy for us to fondle, caress, and generally stimulate each other’s accessible erotic areas while eating and conversing about our plans for the day. All while soaking up the morning sun and potentially being visible to any neighbors who might be watching from the windows that overlooked our backyard.

Fucking without asking first had become commonplace and expected. I demonstrated my love for my sister Laila by wiggling my cock into her cunt when she leaned over the table to collect the dirty dishes.

“God,” she cooed, “I love it when you do that,” steadying her hands on the table and a chair, pushing her butt toward me while curving her back. The feeling of her silky cunt around my cock was just as amazing as every other time I casually fucked my sister.

Rose exited the back of the house, saw what I was doing to her daughter, and flashed an approving, parental smile, holding that grin until she joined us. Leaning forward, she kissed Laila and caressed one of her daughter’s swaying breasts and my chest simultaneously, which stimulated me to rock a little faster into Laila.

My focus was on their two merging lips when dad grabbed Rose’s hips, penetrating his lover unannounced from behind. My cock swelled a little bigger inside Laila upon hearing Rose’s whimpered gasp into her daughter’s mouth when dad slid himself inside her. I reached around Laila’s hip, my fingers finding her fur, then following her pubic hair guidepost to her clit.

Laila eeked into her mother’s mouth; then, her body stiffened as her always hypersensitive clit made her pavlovian conditioned body orgasm from my gentle penetration and my fingers flicking her clit.

Dad and I are so lucky to share two beautiful nymphos. Having them available to satisfy our masculine needs whenever we want is made better by their innate ability to cum, pretty much, on command.

That thought flashed a pleasant and ego-stroking memory of Laila and me waiting in a crowd. Last week the four of us went to a baseball game. While trapped in the crowded food court, hunting and gathering something to eat, I held Laila close from behind, reached into the band of her skirt, then forced her to cum for me.

Feeling her stiff and shivering body in my arms within the crowd made my already hard cock pulsate, despite being barely able to hear her huffs silenced by the overlapping echoing voices as her body spasmed in my embrace.

“That’s one,” I said into her ear from behind, loud enough she could hear me over the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. My cunt gooed finger circling around and through her pubic hair before extracting it from her skirt’s elastic waistband. She spun around, her eyes glowing just before she kissed me. Her hand pressed to the front of my pants, our hip to hip embrace hiding her fingers squeezing and teasing my cock through the firm cloth.

Two innings later, Laila gave me a handjob while hiding her efforts under a cardboard food tray. I didn’t notice Rose doing the same for dad until the crowds around us stood up to watch an exciting play at second base. When dad stood up, Rose squatted in front of him, sucking his cum stained cock clean, then Laila did the same to me, once again, learning when and how from her mother.

That memory faded and merged with dad and I fucking mother and daughter under the shade of an oversized umbrella in our backyard. In a near-perfect repeat of my memory from the baseball game, Laila spun around and dropped to her knees. Her intense blue eyes were looking up at me as her fingers delicately held my cunt slimed cock to her lips, suckling on the tip of my penis.

Next to us, Rose’s orgasm manifested as a series of quiet pants and huffs before she too twisted around and squatted in front of dad, taking him into her mouth. After a few moments of dad and I watching over our lovers as they looked up at us while sucking our cocks, we switched partners.

Rose started sucking on me after standing, then twisting one of the chairs around to sit on before pulling my penis toward her face. Laila remained on her knees, waiting for dad, then sucking on his swaying erection when he fed it to her.

Rose’s hand action stroking my cock, while her other hand caressed and fondled my balls, along with her experienced tongue action, quickly extracted a hip jerking load of cum out of my cock and into her mouth.

She didn’t swallow; instead, she continued to kiss and stroke my cock until she heard dad grunt his load into Laila’s mouth. Rose released me, sliding off the chair, dropping to her knees while reaching out to caress Laila’s face. When Laila turned to look at her mother, the two women kissed, sharing, mixing, and merging father and son’s cum in their connected mouths.

I exited my post-climax fog to see both women sharing our cum, and their hands reaching out to the other, massaging each other’s cunts as they swapped what they had extracted from dad and me. Dad and I stepped back, quietly clearing the rest of the table as mother and daughter kissed and rubbed each other to climax on the ground next to the table.

When dad and I returned from the kitchen, we found them holding hands and sunning themselves on the recently acquired outdoor bed Rose found online.

The five-piece sectional formed a round bed when merged and locked together. As usual, the retractable canopy was stored in its open position, allowing both mother and daughter full access to the sun’s tan-inducing radiation.

Dad dove into the pool and started swimming laps while I pulled a chair closer to Laila’s side of the bed. My hand naturally found and caressed her open groin, and, without opening her eyes, Laila’s hand reached out and found my cock.

She caressed and pulled on me while my fingers danced in her fur, massaged her slippery pussy, or caressed her breasts. Our casual but meaningless conversation transitioned from our plans to go shopping together to the latest update on Laila’s efforts to find a lover for her friend Joann.

Dad exited the pool, laying his dripping body on top of a shocked, then protesting Rose, wiggling his groin against hers while preventing her from escaping his wetness. After kissing her for a while and grinding his cock between her legs, he pushed himself up, commanding, more than suggesting, “Butt stuff.”

Laila looked at me, thrilling excitement in her eyes as she repeated dad’s suggestion, “Butt stuff?”

“Capricorn,” I nodded, feeling the perverse smirk on my face as I sneered.

“I love you too,” she cooed, rolling toward me, reaching out so I could help her stand, then stating the obvious, “I need to clean up and clean myself out first… then I’m all yours… lover.”

Rose exited the rounded bed with dad’s help as I stood next to Laila, requesting more than directing, “I think we left it in your room last night…and you know what I want, right.”

Her hand caressed my face as she replied, “I know… you love to stretch my poor little asshole with my big butt plug… don’t you?”

“I love you,” I offered, brushing my lips to hers.

“I know,” she smiled, “But I loved you first.”

“And I love you more,” I countered.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Laila replied before following Rose toward the backdoor.

Dad and I both watched their perfectly rounded asses sway and pivot until the door closed. He then turned to me, directing, “I want to get a few things from inside the house. Check and make sure the bed segments are secure, then get us all some drinks. I’ll be back before they are.”

“Ok,” I nodded, mentally reminding myself to find and apply more sunscreen feeling the sun’s heat on my back and shoulders.

— Taurus’ Blossom —

 

I closed the cap to the sunscreen after finishing applying it to the areas of my skin I could reach. Dad exited the house, asking, “Help me with these,” after leaving a wooden box on the patio table, he hefted the two leg-spreader bars he had secretly purchased during our visit to Scorpio’s Secret.

The first time we used those bars on Laila and Rose is a story unto itself, and with that weekend of willing sex slavery in mind, I suggested, “How about we bind them together. Face to pussy. We can bind Laila’s wrists to Rose’s ankles, and that way, they can watch us fuck them and lick each other or suck on us.”

“Like father, like son,” dad nodded with an approving smile, then suggested, “maybe later, or tomorrow. I’ve got a new toy I want to try out on Rose, and I don’t want her to be able to escape or wiggle away if it works.”

I nodded, not fully understanding but willing to go along. We secured the leg spreaders to the eye-hooks under the edge of the bed dad, and I had mounted to the hidden metal frame. After clipping the last carbine, dad led me over to the table and a vaguely familiar wooden box.

As I approached, I realized the box reminded me of the box Laila had used to trick me into using a fake aphrodisiac on her. Except this one was mahogany black and embedded with silver artistic patterns instead of gold inlays.

Dad opened it, and inside the lid, the words “Taurus’ Blossom” stood out in bright silver against the mahogany background. Gray felt lined the inside of the box, and the transparent pinkish crystal resting in the molded contours seemed to absorb and redirect the color of the cloth the crystal butt plug rested within.

The neck was longer and thicker than Laila’s crystal butt plug I had named Capricorn. The bulb of Taurus’ Blossom was wider and tapered to a thicker tip than Capricorn. I found myself eager to force-feed the thick, blunted end to Rose’s brown eye. Inside the bulb, a dark red 3D etched bull waited, symbolically ready to stab and stimulate the insides of its victim(s).

Dad slid the box across the glass tabletop toward me, offering the anal insert to me for my inspection, asking my opinion, “What do you think?”

I removed the almost frictionless crystal bulb from its molded placement, immediately commenting, “It’s heavier than the others. Even feels heavier than Capricorn.” I added, clutching it tighter. I imagined the heavy crystal slipping from my fingers in my fearful mind, then shattering upon contact with the concrete under my sandaled feet.

“I thought so too,” dad affirmed, then suggested, “Look at the base.”

The transparent pinkish base exploded into a smoothly curved and contoured flowering rose at the bottom of the longer, thicker champagne-glass style neck.

“Oh,” I smiled, “Even if it doesn’t work, that’s the perfect butt-plug for Rose.”

“I know,” dad smiled, “She’s going to love it.. and so am I.”

“We,” I corrected, “We are going to love it,” I smirked, studying the smooth petals, then circling the inner bubble where a stamen should be. A quarter-sized bubble of transparent pink glass centered the rose and magnified the image of the red etched bull inside the bulb.

My finger circled the edge of the crystal bubble at the center of the softened petals, and I nodded to myself, noting it had the same feel as the edge of Capricorn’s circular base.

I continued to study the flawless crystal butt plug while I tried to count how many others we had tried on Rose without success. It seems Laila and I got lucky; she purchased her crystal butt plug online before we became lovers. I named her’s Capricorn after a muffled misunderstanding the first time she let me play with it in her ass. During that first session, I happened to discover how to make it sing intense orgasms into her body, something that’s so extreme she can only tolerate once or twice a day without complaining her nerves are on edge for several hours afterward.

One of Dad’s clients owns Scorpio’s Secrets, an adult toy store and XXX movie rental establishment. Sometimes they pass on free samples of their products to dad or sells stuff to him at cost, explaining why he and Rose have such a large collection of toys, including the leg-spreaders dad, and I were about to secure our lovers too. Even with dad’s sex toy supplier, we, collectively, purchased or were acquired at least ten glass butt plugs that I could remember. None of them had the same kind of harmonic resonance super-climax-inducing effect on Rose as Capricorn did on Laila. And for some reason, Capricorn did not work on Rose, something we’ve tried repeatedly without success.

Three weeks ago, after Laila told me she had told our parents about our secret sibling sex, I thoroughly enjoyed trying to make Capricon sing in Rose’s ass, hoping to make Laila’s mother respond and react the same way as Laila did. Usually, while I was experimenting on dad’s wife’s ass and fingering her pussy, Rose had the advantage, or the distraction, of sucking on dad’s cock, or licking her daughter’s pussy.

That thought reminded me of Rose’s reaction when I found and stimulated the same secret button between her vagina and rectum her daughter had. It was a moment of perverse pride on my part, discovering I could do something to dad’s wife’s sex he had not yet discovered.

Soon after that, I realized then I respected my dad in ways I wasn’t expecting after living with a bag full of secrets holding me down, secrets I realized he had been carrying most of his life. In return, he had this ego-stroking look of pride on his face when I found and pressed Rose’s hidden button for the first time, making her scream, squirm, and spasm on demand.

“With great power comes great responsibility,” I remembered thinking to myself, followed by a stern, “Screw-that,” when dad forced Rose to climax over and over again purely for his pleasure and to test her endurance. After I showed dad how to exploit my discovery, Rose and Laila quickly submitted to our shared domination over their sex, and that’s when we all became in-home nudists, and they became our shared free-use sex pets.

“This might work,” I said aloud, continuing to trace my finger around the bull magnifying centered knob, “It feels like it wants to sing… it’s got the right kind of resistance… I mean… it feels like Capricorn… all the others were too smooth and too light. This one… feels like it wants to sing Rose into orgasmic heaven,” I smirked.

Dad chuckled, tapping the box, nonverbally telling me to put it back into its resting place while suggesting, “Let’s surprise Rose with it and see what happens.”

I nodded my agreement as I gently returned Taurus’ Blossom to its resting place.

— Non-stop pleasure —

 

A nearby bird’s song expressed its appreciation for beauty when our lovers exited the back of the house, both looking like twin sisters born twenty years apart. Both shared the same striking features; intense blue eyes, long black hair, breasts that were the perfect size to fill my hands, bury my face between or wrap around my cock.

The sun shadows Laila used to have on her chest and around her groin were almost completely gone, and over the past several weeks, Rose’s all-over tan had almost reached the same caramel color as her daughter. Both women stood naked before us in the bright sunlight; another bird began singing their praises, adding to the Aves choir as I admired Laila’s triangular black-furred bush pointing at her bald slit.

Next to my lover, Rose’s blue arrow pointed toward her equally smooth slit; the two women’s pubic hair stylings seemed to be the only obvious difference between the time-separated twins.

Both mother and daughter stopped and allowed dad and I (and the birds) to admire their nakedness, the sun struggling to outshine our lover’s natural beauty. After allowing dad and I a moment to inspect their nakedness and for the birds to continue to sing their praises, mother and daughter willingly approached, knowingly giving themselves to their incestuous lovers.

Rose announced her readiness as she declared, “All clean and ready for whatever you two want to do to us.”

“Double clean,” Laila winked at me, “and pre-lubed for your satisfaction,” she added, sounding like a condom commercial.

“Ladies,” dad waved his arm and open palm toward the bed, “You’re non-stop pleasure awaits.”

Laila carefully placed the heavy Capricorn crystal butt plug into my hand as she said, “Don’t let me pass out, and don’t stop… no matter how much I beg, don’t you dare stop.”

I caressed her breast and pinched her nipple as she caressed my face, smirking my agreement when she added, “Not until you cum with me.”

“I love you too,” I replied, pulling her closer with her nipple trapped between my finger and thumb, kissing her lips, then licking her lips before I released her.

“Fuck,” she muttered, “You make me so wet sometimes I can feel it dripping down my legs.”

Laila squeezed my cock, then moved forward, grabbed dad’s cock, and stroked his erection and face as he spoke quietly to him. Watching her ass and thighs below, I confirmed what Laila had said to me, find a trail of glistening pussy leakage coating her outer labia and mons.

Rose also gave me a pre-sex pep-talk too, also grabbing my cock, declaring her intent, “I want both of you… at the same time… I want to feel both of my lovers fucking me… and… if you two can render me unconscious this time… my promise still stands… you can keep fucking me until I wake up.”

“I’m looking forward to the day we can do that to you and for us,” I replied, kissing Rose’s lips, stealing a caress of her breast before she moved toward dad, and the bed beyond.

— Family Fun —

 

After strapping our willing women to the leg spreaders, dad and I positioned Rose and Laila side by side on the outdoor bed, hips to shoulders, with both butts up in the air. Both women seemed comfortable resting on pillows under their hips. And both pairs of legs spread open and held apart at the ankle by the metal bars.

I looked up at dad when I bound Rose’s wrist to Laila’s ankle, and he nodded, smirking as he did the same to the other side of our captive sex slaves. Both of our cocks were standing up straight, tall, and eager to insert themselves into our lovers.

Hip to shoulder, each with an arm and a leg stretched toward the circumference of the bed, each squirming a little, testing the limits of the binding and bars that held their legs open and apart and their arms attached to their adjacent sex pet’s legs. Both women remained ungagged, waiting, and squirming with anticipation as dad and I stepped back to admire our conjoined lovers and discuss strategy.

You know that saying, “stick it where the sun don’t shine,” well, the sun was shining on both Laila’s and Rose’s puckered anal blooms. Both women’s upturned asses were exposed to the sun’s rays, blinding their brown eyes, and the sun seemed to stare back with burning intensity, just as dad and I were.

I swear Laila’s anal ring seemed to be throbbing, and the leaking lube coming from within her rectum and leaking from her pussy was glistening as her asshole and labia savored the rare opportunity to see and feel the warmth of the sun kissing them.

Dad and I conversed quietly, sharing what had become one of many reoccurring father-son moments detailing what we wanted to do to our captive lovers. We agreed I would start with Laila and dad with Rose. After I had Capricorn set and ready inside Laila’s sun-exposed ass, we would switch partners. Dad granted me the honor of trying to make Taurus’ Blossom sing to Rose and because he wanted her to be sucking on his cock if it worked, which became my intended plan for Laila.

I enjoy playing with Laila’s ass and pussy, and propped up like she was; both women were easily accessible. Not the right height to fuck, (without climbing on the bed), but the perfect height to penetrate with fingers, tounges, and toys.

Off to my side, just past Laila’s bound and squirming foot, Rose’s mouth was the perfect height to suck on my cock. Her open mouth readily accepted my swaying member, sucking on the head of my penis more to appease her lust than to try and make me cum.

I loved the casual way both women had become accustomed to sucking on dad and me without hesitation, delay or question. And, both always ready and willing to let me and dad use their sex whenever and however we wanted. Like now, both of their asses and cunts were up and on display. Their glossy pussies were easily accessible, and their puckered asses and puffy slits oozing clear bubbles of lube or stringy strands of eagerness.

For the moment, ‘butt stuff’ was the daily special on the menu, with a side order of vaginal insertions and oral inspections accompanied by a buffet of cock suckling.

After feeding my cock to Rose’s open mouth and stretched tongue, I stared at Laila’s perfect ass, inflamed outer labia, and her hidden clitoral hood struggling to see the light of day. Watching a string of her natural lube rope down from her pussy to the bed, I briefly fantasized about a recent adult video Laila, and I had shared while masturbating each other. A video where wired pads stuck to various spots on a woman’s thighs and groin induced non-stop orgasms electrically.

“I want to do that to Laila,” I told myself, “And Rose,” admiring Laila’s exposed and glistening feminine gifts sparkling in the sun thinking to myself, “Forcing both of them to cum over and over again… beyond the point of them begging me to stop.” I felt a testosterone-induced perverted sneer on my lips as I suggested to myself, “While dad and I fuck them until we can’t fuck them any longer.”

Imagining dad and me taking turns penetrating Rose and Laila while both climaxed repeatedly reminded me when and where I was. Capricorn suddenly felt heavy in my hand, and with the perverse images of fucking our helpless, spasming lovers still fresh in my mind, I massaged the crystal butt plug between Laila’s upturned cheeks.

Laila released a disappointed whimper when I stopped, realizing this was the first time I had used Capricorn on her outside the confines of the house. For a moment, I studied the sun tattoed rainbows on the inside edges of her butt cheeks and the pink insides of her rectum illuminated by daylight for the first time.

Seeing the inside of her rectum so clearly, reinforced the firmness of my already hard cock in Rose’s mouth, and my hips naturally rocked back and forth, fucking Rose’s face imagining myself doing the same to Laila’s ass.

I’m not sure what dad was doing on the other side of Rose, but his efforts echoed through her muffled moans around my cock. I looked down at her closed eyes and concaved cheeks, vacuuming the precum out of my penis. Then I looked out across the backyard and up at the distant windows of the two houses that might be able to see what dad and I were doing to Rose and Laila. I felt another pulse of pre-cum bubble out of the head of my cock, sliming Rose’s tongue. That feeling added to the already ball-twitching things she was doing to my penis as I imagined foreign eyes watching our incestual escapades.

Emboldened by the idea someone might be watching, I returned my attention to wiggling the crystal butt plug in and out of Laila’s ass and seeing the sunlit accommodating interior flesh of my lover’s rectum just beyond.

The thumb from my other hand slipped into her vagina, working with my index finger’s knuckle to pinch and squish her clit. Muffled moans echoed back to my inserted thumb, unable to escape the other side of her body with dad’s cock in Laila’s mouth. Rose moaned on my cock, too, between her sucking and tongue swirling efforts as dad did whatever he was doing to her on the other side of her upturned butt cheeks.

It was perversely satisfying to see both of them starting to struggle and strain against their restraints, unable to connect their thighs or move and flex when their bodies began to respond to the two of us stimulating their captive sex. The visual of their strained bindings and cock muffled struggles seemed enhanced by the sun glistening off their sun lotion moistened backs, and the possibility someone was watching us abuse our lover’s sex made me eager to fill both women with my cum.

Laila’s arm flinched and pulled against’s Rose’s unmovable leg. The restraint attached to Laila’s other arm pulled tight on the rope connected to the round bed’s frame when I started to stretch Laila’s anal ring open from the inside. Extracting Capricorn’s bulb, expanding her anal ring to the full width of the crystal bulb before pushing the lube slimed blunt teardrop past her resistant sphincter again.

If I haven’t said so recently, let me remind you, I love to make Laila’s asshole stretch open, then watch it swallow a toy like Capricorn, or a dildo, or the head of my cock. I equally enjoy pulling back on her anal ring, watching it stretch, and struggle hungry to pull my penetration back inside her.

Laila’s puckered flesh complied as best as it could, following my advances and retreats into and out of her ass, each penetration and each extraction stretching and loosening her butthole, the gape I left behind each time a little slower to close than the previous anal invasion. And no, I didn’t stop teasing and thumbing her cunt. Doing so created a wonderful conflict between her butt chasing after Capricorn and her cunt trying to follow my thumb and knuckle pressed to her clit.

Rose’s occasional moans or gagging/gurgling around my cock didn’t diminish my eagerness to abuse Laila’s ass either.

Just to show how in sync all four of us are, both Rose and Laila moaned cock vibrating climax simultaneously as my dad and I stimulated our lovers’ butts and cunts.

Dad and I nodded at each other across the bound and restrained sunlit nakedness of our willing sex pets. I left Capricorn in Laila’s ass but removed my hand from her groin and freed my cock from Rose’s mouth when dad and I silently agreed to swap partners.

In a testosterone-fueled demonstration of unnecessary male bonding, dad and I high-fived each other when we passed each other circling the round bed.

Taurus’ Blossom growing out of Rose’s ass appeared bigger than I remembered. The crystal flower seemed to separate her cheeks more than I expected, granting me a clear view of Rose’s slightly open and juice-dripping pussy.

Rose’s outer labia were about the same size and firmness as Laila’s, and her slightly lighter tan covered her entire groin equally. Rose’s inner lips were more petal-like, slightly larger and longer than Laila’s, and, at the moment, open and panting, looking very much like the namesake crystal floret wiggling in Rose’s ass.

Before trying to play Taurus’ Blossom, I leaned forward to taste and explore Rose’s flesh petals with my tongue. Gently teasing, licking, and tracing the outline of her inner lips with the tip of my oral muscle.

She responded by moving her hips around, leading my tongue where she wanted it to go. The same musky aroma of sex Laila’s pussy steamed whenever I went down on her fogged from Rose’s snatch, except there was a slight flowery bouquet alongside the mount me and fuck me until you cum inside me brain-altering chemical signals.

To snake my tongue deeper into Rose’s silky flower, I had to pull out of Laila’s mouth, and my nose pressed to Taurus’ Blossom. Laila’s barking “FUCK!” several times eventually distracted me from the amazing feeling of Rose’s cunt sucking on my tongue as I darted it in and out of her.

I straighten up to watch and listen to Laila. In a repeat of what she and I had shared many times before, Laila began to filter her Capricorn-induced screams into the weatherproof mattress. Her knuckles were white at the ends of her clenched fists, and her arms were trembling and vibrating Rose’s leg. I reached over, snagging a handful of Laila’s dark hair. I pulled her head up, allowing her orgasmic pleasure to fill the backyard as I directed, “I want to hear you cum… I want the world to hear you cum.”

I released Laila’s hair, and her face flopped back to the bed. She has always followed my sexual directions well, twisting her head, no longer silencing her orgasmic moans, groans, and occasional curse-laced shrieks as they rolled across the pool and bounced off the fence.

After a moment of watching and listening to Laila curse, grunt, and moan through the orgasms dad forced her body to endure, I looked down at Rose’s flowered ass, then over at dad. I nodded my head as I asked, “Ready?”

Dad pulled out of Rose’s mouth without interrupting the song I taught him to sing into his daughter’s ass. While Laila’s bound body continued to twitch and squirm next to Rose, I returned my attention to Rose’s upturned butt and the smooth glass flower bloom erupting from her behind. I licked my finger, then tried circling the uneven edge around the base, where the smooth petals met the neck of Taurus’ Blossom.

Nothing happened.

I shifted my attention toward the center of the flower, running my index finger around the edge of the etched bull magnifying bubble. I instantly felt a familiar vibrating feedback. The same kind of vibration Capricorn’s edge produced when inside Laila’s butt.

Rose’s screaming, “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” echoed up from the concrete around the pool as her body spasmed, shook, and tried to jerk her ass away from the vibrations Taurus’ Blossom sang into her ass.

“TOO MUCH!” Rose cried, “STOP… STOP!”

“No,” I replied calmly, cruelly, looking at dad, who nodded his consent, watching his wife’s body spasming and struggling against the bindings that held her legs open, her butt up and open, and connected to Rose’s equally spastic daughter.

Dad and I must have been on the same wavelength, both of us speeding our harmonic inductions, and both women quickly moved beyond the ability to form words, each babbling in a confused jumble of incoherent consonants and vowels.

When Rose’s body stiffened, I knew she was on the edge of consciousness, so I backed off, slowing my finger, easing her down from her orgasmic peak, but not stopping the perpetual climax I made her body continue to endure.

Dad, being a little less experienced playing a glass orgasm-inducing organ, or maybe a little over-excited seeing his wife experience such a thing for the first time, pushed Laila too far. Her body went limp next to her mother’s, just as I was about to feed her my eager erection.

“Dad!” I admonished, “She asked me not to let her pass out.”

Looking away from Rose’s trembling body, her head too heavy to hold up as she too screamed and cursed into the outdoor bed’s mattress just like her daughter had. Dad glanced at Laila’s limp form, then stopped playing Capricorn into his daughter’s ass, shrugging his apology.

Dad caressed Rose’s head, asking his wife, “Are you ok?” as I reduced the volume of the harmonics flowing into her body from her rectum.

“Holy Shit!” her muffled voice said through the weatherproof mattress, “Holy Fucking Shit, Oh My Fucking GOD!”

Rose twisted her head to look at dad, “Holy Shit!” she cursed at her husband, “I want more, but I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Let’s find out,” he smirked at his wife, then nodded at me to resume. Rose’s head lifted and vibrated with the rest of her body as I slowly raised the crystal butt plug’s volume, singing its song of pleasure into Rose’s ass.

Rose’s head continued to vibrate while Dad walked, almost ran around the bed. Standing close to me, he stared at or studied my finger, circling the etched bull magnifying bubble. Then he tried to take over and failed.

“Lick your finger,” I suggested, “You need a little less friction… just enough to make the tip of your finger vibrate.”

Rose’s head dropped to the mattress again, her arms and legs still tight to Laila’s bindings as she panted the same curse words over and over again during the brief interruption. When dad’s fingers returned to the crystal knob, she screamed again, and her body thrashed violently next to her daughter’s limp form, looking like a netted lioness fighting to escape captivity.

I spent a few moments offering some advice, teaching dad how to play his wife’s ass and orchestrate her concert of pleasure by teasing her clit, or fingering her pussy, suggesting, “Find her limits, and keep her on that edge.” Adding a purely self-serving, “That’s what I like to do to Laila… see how long I can keep her right on the edge of consciousness… I love watching her orgasm over and over again… especially when she starts speaking in tounges.”

“Like father like son,” Dad nodded, starting to play Taurus’ Blossom almost as well as I had learned to play Capricorn into my sister’s ass.

“Oh,” I offered over my shoulder, rounding the edge of the bed, “Rose told me we could fuck her if she passed out.”

“Yeah,” dad nodded, focusing on his other hand, starting to add the sounds of playing her clit to Rose’s impassioned concerto, “She told me the same thing… but I want to see how long I can do this to her before I do.”

“Dad,” I said, caressing Laila’s unmoving ass, “Be careful. Laila’s told me that when I do that to her for too long, her nerves are on edge the rest of the day… she loves it but can only take so much.”

Dad nodded but did not verbalize a response; he was too enraptured, seeking out Rose’s secret button via her vagina as his other hand continued to make Rose’s body thrash and her chest exhale incomprehensible obscenities.

I was concerned I had created a monster, and Rose might never be the same after today. It was a brief moment of respect, one that faded away as I stared at my lover’s unmoving nakedness, contemplating what I was going to do to my sister as our father watched me do it to his daughter.

I nodded my head when I decided what I wanted from my unconscious set-pet. I released her from her conjoined bondage, and as I did, dad silently asked me to free his wife from hers. He continued mastering his musical manipulations of Rose’s upturned butt as I pulled Laila’s limp body to the edge of the round bed with the leg spreader.

I removed her ankles from the bindings, and the metal bar clinked and rattled when it hit the concrete. Laila offered no resistance when I used her legs to pull her hips to the edge until her thighs waterfalled over the edge of the bed. Her knees didn’t touch the ground, but her plug-filled ass and glistening bright red cunt were now at the perfect height for penetration.

I slid my cock into her gushy cunt, fucking her for a little while, savoring the feeling of her unresponsive yet amazing feminine flesh around my cock. Sometimes it’s not about the urgent need to fuck; sometimes, I want to enjoy the feeling of a hot slimy pussy around my cock. And, I did, until my finger accidentally, or unconsciously on purpose, started playing Capricorn again.

Laila’s body jerked violently like an old crank engine kicking back, resisting any effort to start it. The second time her body thrashed, she resumed her cursing, and the harmonics of Capricorn found the center of my penis when she woke up, arching her back, her arms lifting her upper body off the bed.

As we had done together many times before, Capricorn sang us both to climax. Laila’s body was clenching and jerking after she flopped back onto the mattress, cursing into the padding as I grunted loudly and proudly, squirting forcefully at the apex of each womb punching thrust forward.

Most of the time, when I cum that intensely, I can’t help but stop playing Capricorn; this time, I didn’t. My balls drained quickly, but the vibrations deep in the center of my penis extended to my nutsack, and I could feel myself continuing to cum, even though I had nothing left to inject into my sister.

Laila kept cumming, too, both of us jerking, grunting, and groaning our extended pleasure. I stopped playing Capricorn when I started to feel a little light-headed. My penis continued to jerk into her, and my balls throbbed as I looked down at Laila’s once again limp body. Her back and ribcage moved with her slowing, deep breaths, and her knuckles were a little less white, clenching the edge of the mattress where two of the segments met. My cock felt like it was still squirting into her, yet I knew I had nothing left to transfer from me to her.

Since we became lovers, Laila had conditioned my body to cum for her as often as five times in less than thirty minutes when she wanted me to. I wasn’t sure if she knew she had also trained my body to continue to climax when my balls were empty. Making me experience dry orgasms as if my cock and balls were reliving fading echoes whenever I came as intensely as I just had.

It took me a moment to realize the deep guttural grunts echoing off the fence were NOT from me. My body and penis continued to try to get deeper into Laila, and my breathing was closer to normal than the huffing grunts coming from dad as he drilled his cock into Rose’s unconscious form.

His eyes were wide and surprised, experiencing what I just had, the vibrational harmonics of Rose’s crystal butt plug singing to the center of his cock, and tickling the bottom of his balls.

Dad’s grunting curses as he climaxed harmonized with Rose’s when she regained consciousness at the peak of one of her climaxes. My father and Laila’s mother looked and sounded like wild animals as he fucked her bucking and spasming body next to Laila’s pron and lifeless body.

It was an incredibly erotic vision to behold, one intense enough my cock refused to deflate. I resumed fucking Laila’s unconscious body as I watched dad’s body jerk and spasm through a loud and proud climax, a new expression of confusion on his face when he too started to experience a dry orgasm while fucking Rose.

— A mother and daughter sharing their love —

 

Laila returned to consciousness, her vocabulary slowly returning to something less primitive, begging me to continue to fuck her as she dug her nails into the edge of the cushion, clinging to it as if it was a rockface she was climbing. My hands on her hips shifted her twitching and thrashing body closer to Rose.

I kicked the leg spreader at my feet out of the way to allow me to get closer to the edge of the bed. I lifted one of Laila’s legs to my shoulder, scissoring her thigh after turning Laila onto her side. I didn’t notice when but dad had freed Rose’s legs from her spreader bar and rolled her onto her side too. With Rose and Laila facing each other, all four of us worked together to shift, slide, and move the two women until we found a tangent where their faces were in each other’s groins, and dad and I could keep fucking our mother-daughter lovers.

Rose’s tongue found my shaft moving in and out of Laila’s cunt, then found a spot where she could alternate between my shaft and Laila’s clit. Both women snuggled closer to the other’s snatch after dad, and I stopped the butt plugs singing into our lover’s asses. When I eventually pulled out, Rose sucked my cock clean before excavating my cum from her daughter’s cunt; and Laila did the same on the other side of the bed.

Dad staggered away, then dove-fell into the pool, surfacing on his back, floating comfortably in the middle of the deep end. His still erect cock looking like a sundial as I flopped into one of the wicker rocking chairs that matched the outdoor bed.

I relaxed and recovered, fascinated by the living art Rose’s and Laila’s naked embrace represented, doing my best to admire the full picture, resisting my brain’s natural desire to focus on a specific part of their conjoined nakedness.

I found myself focusing on one of their legs wrapped around the other’s head or their hungry hands pulling open the other’s butt cheeks, exposing the still inserted crystal butt plugs to the sun. I had to force my mind to pull back and appreciate a mother and daughter sharing their love more than once.

Capricorn flashed several rainbows of sunlight across my eyes when Laila rolled over on top. Staring at the sparkling jewel in my lover’s ass enraged my sleeping cock. It stood up, and so did I. I found myself standing on the bed, bending over to remove, almost yanking Capricorn from Laila’s ass before tossing it on the bed next to the two conjoined women.

Her butt clung to it just as tightly as her arms embraced Rose, anchoring herself to her mother and moaning into her mother’s cunt as I removed the crystal plug from Laila’s ass. Before her pulsating hole could close, my cock filled the void between her butt cheeks.

I didn’t feel a need to cum; I just wanted to fuck Laila’s ass. I felt like an animal, and I wanted her to feel me fucking her like one; it was, after all, how she wanted me to show my love for her to her.

I heard Laila moan and groan each of my squatted thrusts into her, and I felt my balls dragging across Rose’s nose more than once. I don’t know where I found the strength and stamina, but I did, hovering, knees-bent, over both women, ramming my cock into Laila’s ass.

Laila didn’t struggle or resist, and after the first five or six balls-deep penetrations, she resumed licking her mother’s cunt; with even more enthusiasm than before. Laila occasionally paused her labia, licking to scream a climax between Rose’s thighs, and when Rose puffed one of her climaxed at my balls, I hated feeling my empty balls misfiring.

By then, my knees needed to straighten, and both insisted I stand up for a moment. When I did, Rose rolled herself on top. I had to step over the still merged women when they rolled and twisted around facing the house to align myself with Rose’s upturned butt. Instead of yanking Taurus’ Blossom from Rose’s ass, I pulled on it slowly and purposefully, savoring the view of Rose’s anal ring stretching and clinging to the larger blub as I extracted it.

It landed safely on the bed next to Capricorn, the two clinking a gentle kiss before snuggling next to each other in the seam between two of the bed’s segments. I lowered myself and entered Rose’s ass before her sphincter had a chance to retract fully. I buggered her butt just as intensely as I had Laila’s, wanting to satisfy my cock’s hunger to be surrounded by feminine flesh and feel Rose’s anal ring stroking my shaft.