Mrs. Church

You need to read Pt. 01 to understand how we’ve reached this point. This story includes anal and incest of sorts. if you dont like those things, dont continue reading.

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The morning after our photography session, Amy went back to her normal persona and acted as if nothing had happened. I took her lead and didn’t mention it and went back to our normal relationship.

About a week later, Amy was out when I got home from work, so I got out of my work clothes, into something to chill out in and went to the lounge room and watched TV.

Mrs Church (Amy) returned about 6.30pm with some Chinese take away. She came out with plates, cutlery and the food. She wore her usual modest clothing. A white button up blouse, mostly covered by a cardigan, a just above the knee skirt, hosiery and comfortable shoes.

We chatted about our respective days and when dinner was done, I went to gather the plates and cutlery, but she stopped me. “No, I’ll do that Sean. You just sit and relax. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

‘Oh no,’ I thought, I guess I’ll need to look for other accommodation and that thought was made worse by the sight of, what I’d come to realise as, Mrs Church’s very sexy arse walking away from me.

In her fifties, Mrs Church was twice my age and before last week, I’d never considered looking at a woman of her age with lust. She had an hourglass figure. Not the type people usually imagine when they hear that term.

She didn’t have a pinched waist with a flat belly. She was fuller figured, but still hourglass shaped. I’d estimate her bust to be 40ish, EEish. I couldn’t estimate her other vital statistics only to say she had an ample, nicely shaped arse and her waist was in proportion with the rest.

I was tense when Mrs Church returned, but couldn’t take my eyes off her pendulous breasts. She stopped about two metres, diagonally to my right and came out with, “I want to talk to you about sexual harassment.”

I was gobsmacked to say the least. I’d been nothing but respectful to her in the time I’d been staying in her house and what had happened last week was initiated by her uninvited groping of my arse (not that I minded).

Before I could say anything, she continued. “There isn’t any sexual harassment going on and I would like to be on the receiving end of some.” She came and stood beside my chair, side on. “When I stand beside you like this, it means I expect some sexual harassment. I do n’t mean verbal harassment, I mean manual harassment.”

With that she took my right hand and placed it on that gorgeous butt I’d been drooling over moments ago. Not slow on the uptake, I began stroking it with my open palm, feeling every contour and curve, feeling it’s firmness beneath that tight skirt.

I pinched it all over with my whole hand, grabbing it all over and groping it. After a while, Mrs Church took my wrist and placed my hand on the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee.

The feeling of her hosiery was electric as my hand slid ever so slowly up her thigh, her legs were close enough together to mean the back of my hand also touched her inner right thigh as it rose higher.

Then I found what I was hoping for. The lace of the garter at the top of her stockings. My hand stopped as I explored the feel of the material and lacy pattern and contemplated the bare thighs waiting for me millimetres above.

It was an erotic moment and I held my breath unconsciously and I sensed Mrs Church had done the same. We both let out our breaths simultaneously as my hand crept slightly higher and my hand was on her bare, silky smooth skin.

I revelled in that feel and her in my touch. When I felt the beginnings of the fold in Mrs Church’s thigh where her thighs meet her groin, I changed my direction. As much as I wanted to feel her pussy, I wanted to tease her and myself.

My hand ventured up to her well proportioned butt cheeks and all I felt was bare skin. ‘Is she sans panties?’ I thought to myself. I explored her cheeks as I’d done over her skirt, but without the skirt her flesh was more yielding and pliable, just as I like.

As my hand went higher, I felt the thin strip of material emerging from her arse crack. ‘Ah,’ I thought, ‘a g-string.’ Mrs Church roused me from my revelry.

“You have a lovely touch, Sean. So soft and gentle,” she cooed as my hand fondled the bottom of her cheeks. I felt her legs separate in invitation to me to delve further under. “I usually prefer men with big rough hands. Viva la difference!”

Her cooing changed to a deep groan when my upturned hand slid under her cheeks and across the crotch of her cotton panties. I continued to take it slowly, as much for my pleasure as hers. There’s nothing quite like the feel of a panty covered pussy and the gradual expansion of what was a tiny wet spot into a wet patch.

I stroked her pussy gently but firmly through her knickers. The bend in her knees would probably have been imperceptible to an observer, but what my hand felt was her pussy press against it in a plea to press harder.

Mrs Church groaned louder and pushed down a little harder as my two middle fingers pushed her knicker material into her pussy, not caused by me, but by the increased pressure of her bearing down.

She moaned and said rather breathlessly, “That feels so good. By the way, you don’t need to wait for my sign that I want to be groped and molested. Feel free to do it anytime, if it’s going to be like this. I won’t be waiting for any signs from you. I’ll molest you any time I like.”

That last statement made me dribble precum into my pants. It wasn’t a BDSM FemDom statement. It was more like, “As your landlady and a much older woman, I hold the power in this relationship.”

I was quite happy with that. I was a confident young man, but happy to take the follower role with Mrs Church. She’d convinced me to call her Amy, which I now did normally, but in our short dalliances, I preferred her to be Mrs Church.

As I was thinking about that, she suddenly moved away from me and said, “Hang on a minute.” She bent slightly and removed her panties in a ladylike fashion and my cock throbbed at the thought of her being so randy, she couldn’t wait for me to finger her cunt.

She turned and looked in my lap, “Show me the bulge in your trousers, Sean.” I leaned back pushed my hips forward to give my mature lady what she wanted. She surprised me by draping her wet knickers over my tent and said, “You can use those to finish yourself off. I expect them to be full when I find them in the upstairs bathroom laundry basket. And by the way, they were perfectly clean when I put them on, after arriving with dinner.”

This outwardly reserved, demure 50 something housewife was a deviously seductive minx. She knew exactly what she was doing and where she was taking this. Me, as a mid twenties young man had no idea where it was going, but I was enjoying the journey.

Even at that young age I’d developed a liking for used panties, but how could I tell Mrs Church I had a preference for inhaling the aroma of the woman who had been wearing them when I orgasmed?

Simple solution – she’d mentioned the washing basket in the upstairs bedroom, so I ventured there on my way to my room and sure enough, there was a pair of used knickers on top. I assumed they were the ones she’d worn on her outing.

A quick sniff of them confirmed that. They smelled strongly of pussy, with just a hint of piss. A combination I adore. I took both pairs to my room and stripped. I had left my door open, after all we were the only two people in the house, so she was the only one who would see me and she had told me she wanted me to do it.

I lay on my bed and placed the crotch of Mrs Church’s well worn panties on my nose, savouring their intoxicating scent as I placed the soaking wet crotch of her recently worn cotton panties on the head of my cock, which was as stiff as an iron bar.

I tried to prolong the pleasure by continually rubbing my cock head with the cotton panties a few times then stopping, each time adding precum to Mrs Church’s pussy juices.

Despite my best efforts to make the joy of this experience last longer, I shot an enormous load of spunk into those panties as directed, within a few minutes. My expectation that Mrs Church would appear naked in my doorway and watch didn’t eventuate, so I did as I was told and deposited her cotton panties in the washing basket, but held on to the other pair for future use.

As soon as I closed my bedroom door I heard Mrs Church leave her room, go to the bathroom and then return to her room. My cock was hard again immediately and I crept down the hall, but alas her bedroom door was firmly shut.

Mrs Church wasn’t playing out the usual scenarios one might expect. She was playing her game her way and I respected that and it made me even hornier.

The next day and for the following few days she reverted back to Amy and all was normal again. No word was said about that night’s goings on.

The following Saturday morning I showered as usual and after washing my hair, I opened my eyes and there stood Mrs Church in the bathroom dressed in a conservative dressing gown, my towel in her hand.

“Very nice Sean, come out and let me dry you,” she said in a measured manner, as if this was quite normal. Dry me she did, paying special attention to my butt and arse crack, but she left my cock and balls wet.

“Come and sit here,” she directed me, patting the toilet seat and took shaving cream and a razor from the mirrored cabinet. “We need to get rid of all this nasty hair, young man. We have a special visitor coming over tonight and we both prefer our boys to be shaved.”

As she lathered me up, she occasionally took my now hard penis in her hand on the pretence of moving it and would give it a few strokes each time. She talked throughout the process, her eyes never leaving her job.

“I have good news. Tony received our photos and little movie and says he thoroughly enjoyed it.”

I should point out technology then wasn’t as it is now. Internet was amazingly slow and it was the start of the digital video age. The camera we’d used was cutting edge at the time and recorded on a small sized DVD. Amy had needed to package the disc and snail mail it to her husband overseas.

She continued, as she shaved my cock and balls bare and had the occasional tug on my erection. “Tony has sent me a video of him watching our present to him and I thought it would be nice if we watched it together later.”

I still felt uncomfortable about her husband knowing about our play. I had a Catholic upbringing and thought any husband would go into a jealous rage if he knew somebody else was playing with his wife.

When she had finished, Mrs Church admired her work and my impossibly hard rod. “Very nice. That’s just how we like it.” I wondered for a moment who the other person in ‘we’ was, but soon forgot that when Mrs Church slowly stroked my cock and said, “We’d better do something about this.”

Of course, I assumed she was going to jerk me off, but she removed her hand and stood. She opened her dressing gown slightly to reveal she was wearing the panties I’d filled with my spunk a few nights before.

“Be a good lad and show Mrs Church how you came in my panties the other night,” she directed me. I say directed, because she wasn’t ordering me to, she knew I would comply with her wishes and I noted that she’d accepted being Mrs Church and not Amy when we played.

I stared at her panties and thighs as I stroked my cock slowly. I expected her to start rubbing her pussy or at least play with her tits, but this woman didn’t fit into the stereotypes I’d come to expect from reading porn stories.

She just watched as I wanked and it wasn’t long before I was groaning and announcing my impending orgasm. She’d now encourage me to cum for her, right? Wrong. Nothing.

As spurt after spurt of hot cream shot from the eye of my dick and onto her thighs and panties, she stayed still and didn’t say a word, until I was spent. She threw me the towel and said, “You’d better clean yourself up. Breakfast will be ready in half an hour.”

Was I surprised? Not really. I’d come to not expect the expected. I went down and had breakfast with Amy and we chatted about how our weeks had gone, me at work and her at home.

Throughout the day, I wondered who tonight’s guest would be. At times I was excited but most of the time I was worried about another person finding out about our sordid games.

At 6.00pm on the dot the doorbell rang and Amy answered it. I could hear some voices, but not what was being said and there was a bit of schoolgirl type giggling going on.

I sat in the lounge room in only shorts and t-shirt, as directed when Amy entered with a woman older than her, probably nearing 60. She was slim and petite, with boyish hips, A cup breasts and her mid thigh dress revealed slim long legs. She was almost the opposite to Amy.

Amy introduced her as May, her husband’s sister. The striking similarities in their names wasn’t lost on me. We made small introductory talk before the women went to the kitchen to prepare a light dinner.

We ate dinner and continued with everyday chat. When everything was put away, the two older woman returned to the lounge room. They sat together in the lounge across from me.

Amy in her usual demure attire, but I couldn’t help notice May’s dress had ridden up her thighs a little and she obviously deliberately took plenty of time crossing her legs, giving me a lovely view of her white panties, the whole time looking at Amy and chatting.

May touched Amy on the arm and said, “Thank you for sending me those photos and video,” then turning to me, “You were both wonderful. I’ve had a lot of fun watching it many times.”

Not for the first time, I was gobsmacked. I had thought the disc was for Amy’s husband only, but apparently she’d made a copy for her sister in law. A video of her brother’s mature wife seducing a young man ……. me! WTF?

May continued, “I can’t wait to see Tony’s video. He always has a surprise for us.” Now WTF didn’t describe my shock. This was her brother. She was a 60ish year old woman and was looking forward to seeing what promised to be a filthy video of her brother!

My cock wasn’t shocked though. It was fully hard and in my confusion about what was being said, I hadn’t thought to hide it. May was looking at the tent in my shorts and remarked, “It looks like our boy can’t wait to watch it either.”

“Our boy” made a little precum escape and I’m sure it caused a wet spot in my shorts. Amy, who was now Mrs Church, got up and put a disc in the DVD player. Despite my shock, I couldn’t resist looking in wonder at her beautiful arse as she bent to put the disc in the machine.

As she returned to her seat, Mrs Church dimmed the lights without making the room completely dark. Another piece of cutting edge technology at the time. She sat apart from her sister in law, patted the space between them and said, “Come and sit here Sean.”

It wasn’t a request, it wasn’t an order, it was a direction. I’d now learned to comply with Mrs Church’s directions. They always ended with a positive outcome for me.

As Mrs Church hit the play button on the remote control, I felt May’s hand on my bulge. “Yes, he’s definitely much bigger than Tony,” she told Mrs Church.

Three things struck me. First, considering she’d seen my cock, she already knew the size of my modest cock. The second was how did she know how big her brother’s cock was to make a comparison? The third, how small was Tony’s cock?

I’m a normal bloke. I’ve never had ripped abs and my cock is average, being 13cm, 16cm on a good day. I have been told I have a nice arse though.

The screen came to life and was filled with what I assumed was Tony’s cock. It was difficult to tell its size without any perspective until a pair of lips appeared and engulfed the helmet. I estimated it to be about half the size of mine.

When the lips appeared and started sucking Tony’s cock May and Mrs Church’s hands grabbed my closest wrist to each and put my hands on their now bare thighs and Mrs Church’s hand went to my still covered balls. I stroked their thighs up and down as I watched the tongue which belonged to the lips flick around Tony’s helmet.

I then heard his voice for the first time. “Hi love. Sensational photos. Your new friend must be a good photographer, he got some great angles and very horny shots, although he did have a fantastic model. I’m just about to turn the video on and watch it.”

The mouth on his cock began to Bob up and down, it didn’t have far to move to take him down to the balls. There certainly wasn’t going to be any throat involved.

“You look great Amy, so sexy. You play the slut so well. Mmm, there he is. He’s got a nice cock and wow! Your lips look so good on his big head!”

I was now groping both women’s pussies. May’s through her knickers, but I was now fingering Mrs Church’s bare cunt. This time she was without knickers.

Tony seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing, he was now humping the mouth on the screen. “He likes your big tits love. Who could blame him? They are the best.”

May and Mrs Church had swapped, May now fondling my balls, her other hand pulling her knickers aside so I could finger her too. This was all being done with our eyes riveted to the screen.

“It looks like you’re loving his tongue Amy. Is it really as long as you told me?” When Tony said that, May bucked against my hand. It seemed she was keen to find out too.

I guessed he was up to the point where I’d placed the head of my cock against Mrs Church’s wet cunt. Tony groaned and then his camera zoomed out to reveal the person sucking his cock was a man! WTF! Again.

Now Mrs Church ground her pussy against my hand, getting every millimetre of my fingers inside her. “Fuck, I love watching men sucking cock,” she moaned. May moaned in agreement.

“Fuck, Amy are you coming from him just having having his cock buried in you? That’s so hot,” Tony moaned again.

Mrs Church said, “You bet. It was great,” as if Tony would hear her response. May did hear it and it caused her to cum on my fingers.

I guessed the video Tony was watching would now be showing me pulling my cock out and spraying my young seed all over his wife’s pussy, belly and breasts. That was confirmed when the cocksucker removed Tony’s cock from his mouth and milked the cum from his balls with his hand, Tony’s cum shooting into the cocksucker’s mouth and all over his face.

It was now Mrs Church’s turn to cum on my fingers. Tony’s friend now pointed the camera at Tony’s face. “That was your best ever, my sweet beautiful slutty wife. I want more.” Then the video finished.

May and Mrs Church slumped in post orgasmic exhaustion. “Go and get us all some wine from the fridge Sean and when you come back with it, I don’t want to see those clothes,” Mrs Church directed and I did as directed.

I got two bottles of sweet white wine and three glasses and removed my shorts and t-shirt. As I returned to the lounge room my erection bobbed in front of me. Oh, the powers of youth. I wish my cock was still like that.

As I returned I heard some shuffling. The women were still clothed but their tits and pussies were exposed. As I poured the wine and handed them around I said, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything. Feel free to carry on.”

I suspected both of them had had a few drinks prior. May sipped her wine, “Maybe we will as a reward, if you perform well. But for now come over to nana and show me your tools.”

I stood in front of her and she cupped my balls gently in her hands, feeling the smoothness of my sac. “Very nice. Did mummy do this for you.” I nodded, but her eyes were on my cock.

‘So this is how it’s going to play out. Nana and Mummy?’ I thought. I was OK with that. It wasn’t something that I’d thought about prior to me coming to this town, but I found myself liking this role play quite a lot.

I verbalised my answer, to press home the point. “Yes Nana, Mummy said you and her like your boys this way.” There was a glint in May’s eyes at the recognition of my acceptance to play my role.

Still cupping my balls, her other hand just as gently felt the hardness of my cock. Now she looked me in the eye, “I hope you’re going to last much longer than you did in the video, young man.”

I felt I didn’t need to be submissive, nor did I think they wanted me to, as I responded in a reasonably confident manner, “Well there was quite a bit of foreplay Nana and Mummy’s pussy was very good at milking me.”

She smiled and said, “Yes, I know. I’ve seen and felt the talent she has down there one or two …… hundred times over the years.”

Light bulb moment! I’d thought it was just the alcohol that changed Mummy’s demeanour, but Nana was clearly in control here. She had been Amy’s sister in law for decades and she was clearly the leader. She was more of an influence on the demure housewife’s change in behaviour than alcohol was. Alcohol was simply the lubricant.

Nana leaned forward and put something over the head of my cock, which I couldn’t see and then slipped her lips over my helmet, sucking it and licking the sensitive underside. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but that did it. She then slid her lips down to the base of my dick.

I knew about this technique, but why would she be putting a condom on me? It’s not like I’d get either of them pregnant. When she pulled her lip back off me I looked down. It wasn’t a condom, it was a cock ring and it now had a tight grip on my vas deferens, effectively stopping me from ejaculating.

“That should keep us going for a while,” Nana said, but she wasn’t talking to me, she was looking at Mummy. It looked like I was in for a long night and I couldn’t have been happier.

Nana removed her clothes shamelessly, proudly even and so she should. Apart from her slightly weather wrinkled décolletage and lower arms, her skin was as smooth, supple and firm as a 20 year old. At my age then, I’d always assumed that a woman of that age’s skin was the same all over. That night set me straight on that account.

I drank in the sight of her tiny tits, tipped with very erect pink nipples and her bare, pronounced mound and her rather long pussy lips. I’d find out why they were so long, but that’s for a later time.

I wanted to jump on her, but was afraid I’d break her and besides, she was in control. Mummy and I both waited for her next direction.

“Come and lie between us young man, I want your head on my lap so you can give my breasts the same attention you gave Mummy’s on the video, but please don’t be too …… gentle,” Nana directed me.

I lay my arse on the lounge between them, my legs draped over Mummy’s bare thighs and the end of the lounge and my head face up in Nana’s lap.

Nana took my head in the crook of her arm and rested her elbow on the arm of the chair, just at the right height to turn my head inwards and suckle her nipple as if I was breastfeeding.

I did start gently, licking her nipple and breast flesh then flicking her nipple with my tongue. I looked at her and her eyes were alternating between my eyes and her breast. “Good boy,” she said, “Get Nana’s nipple nice and ready for your mouth.”

I grazed her nipple a few times with my teeth. Each graze harder than the other, but I didn’t go too hard despite her direction, because I didn’t want to ruin the the ambiance of the moment. I intended getting a little rougher with something else.

Mummy took my shaft in her hand and explored it like it was the first time she had. She was more subdued than our previous encounters. She felt my balls, seemingly enjoying her handiwork with the razor.

I took Nana’s nipple between my lips and suckled on it gently at first, using my tongue to lick around it. I then increased the suction, gradually taking more of her tit flesh into my mouth until her entire breast was in there.

As I’d done previously with Mummy I sucked harder until I was effectively giving her a love bite (hickey) except unlike with Mummy, I was doing it to the whole of Nana’s tit.

“Oh, fuuck!” Nana exclaimed, “That is so fucking good!” She tried to reach over me and play with her pussy, but couldn’t reach. “Amy, get down there and suck my clit. I’m going to cum soon.”

Mummy virtually jumped out of her seat, pushing my legs aside and had her mouth on Nana’s pussy in a flash. “Yesss, just there Amy. Don’t you dare stop boy. Nana is ohhhh ng ng ng cumming!”

I could feel the contortions in her body as she came and came hard. Her body tensed as she mumbled in what sounded like an alien language. After about two minutes her body went limp. I knew not to just pull my mouth away and gradually released my suction and her tit from my mouth.

She stroked my forehead and said, “What a good boy. I hope you can use that mouth just as well in other places.” I looked up at her and smiled, thinking ‘I can’t wait, Nana.’

Nana suggested we head off to Mummy’s comfy bed. It seemed Mummy knew what was expected of her, as though something like this had been played out before. Mummy removed the rest of her clothes and lay naked, legs spread with her head at the bottom end of the bed.

Nana straddled her head and assumed the 69 position. As Nana lowered her pussy onto Mummy’s face and they began licking each other’s pussies, I enjoyed the sight of Mummy’s tongue lapping at Nana’s old cunt and stroked my cock in preparation for the obvious direction to fuck Nana doggy style.

The direction I got wasn’t that. “Bring that lovely tongue over here.” That direction was from Mummy. ‘Interesting’, I thought. Two tongues in one pussy? I leaned down and pushed my tongue alongside Mummy’s.

She pushed my head away and said, “No, you silly boy. Nana likes both of her holes licked,” as she pulled Nan’s arse cheeks apart exposing her little pink starfish.

Now that was something I’d never thought to do. Thinking with only the brain in my young cock and her arsehole looking so inviting, I didn’t think twice and started licking around the puckers of her tight hole.

The naughtiness of the act and the moans it was evoking from Nana made it very exciting for me and I was really getting into it. As I was pushing the point of my tongue right at the centre of her arsehole, Nana groaned and pushed back, causing my tongue to enter that taboo place.

I should have been disgusted really, but I wasn’t. In fact I pushed forward, plunging my tongue deeply into her arsehole.

Nana raised her head from Mummy’s cunt long enough to say, “Yesss, you wonderful naughty boy! Tongue fuck Nana’s arse and make me cum again.” I went to it with gusto and was using my long tongue like a small cock, fucking her dirty hole.

Her muffled moans weren’t the only thing that told me her orgasm had started. Her arsehole clamped down on my tongue which was buried deep inside her. I didn’t move my tongue because I didn’t want it pushed out and I’m glad I did that. I could feel her orgasmic contractions on my tongue and that was the first time in my young life that I discovered a woman’s arsehole as well as her pussy has contractions when she cums.

Nana rolled off Mummy and the bed. “I think it’s time for more drink. Off you go boy, while Nana talks to Mummy.”

As usual I did as directed. As I walked my now very heavy balls were swinging and my cock was painfully hard, but hadn’t the actually been used much at this stage. I was beginning to wonder if it would.

When I returned, they were sitting on the bed fiddling with the camera. I handed the wine around. Nana gulped her first glass down and then stood next to me, whispering my directions in my ear. While doing it she was rubbing her tits against my arm, her wet pussy against my thigh, squeezing my arse and rubbing my precum into the head of my cock.

She placed the camera on a table, pointed in a direction and angle to her satisfaction and clapped like a director, telling us to get into position. Mummy knelt on the edge of the bed and I stood behind her and wedged my swollen cock between her arse cheeks, with my purple helmet poking out of the top of her crack.

Nana turned the camera on and positioned herself with us between her and the camera. She rested her chin on Mummy’s back and looked into the camera.

“Hello brother dear. That was a lovely video you sent. You know your wife and sister love watching men sucking cock, you cheeky boy. Well, we’re going to beat you with this one.”

She looked at my helmet and took it between her thumb and fingers and said, “Our boy is primed and ready to fuck your dear wife. We’ve teased him mercilessly and he can’t wait to fuck your wife like a bitch on heat I just licked her cunt and I can tell you she is definitely gagging for it.”

Nana wiped some precum from the eye of my cock and looking into the camera locked it from her finger, “Mmm, so sweet and his lovely balls are full of it. He’s ready to deposit it inside your loving wife. Far more than you ever could and much, much deeper.”

She got off the bed and grabbed the camera. She pinched Mummy’s nipple which appeared to be her cue. Mummy reached behind herself and pulled her cheeks apart, causing my cock to drop and sit at the entrance to her open pussy.

Nana nodded to me and I slowly pushed my cock inside Mummy until she was impaled on it and I slowly pulled almost all the way out.

Nana provided commentary, “Mmm, look how his thick, young cock stretches your lovely wife’s cunt open and see how deep he can go. She needs that, you know.” As I withdrew she added, “God, look how wet she’s made his cock. It’s covered in her cunt juices. Your wife is such a slut, Tony. See how her cunt lips are clinging to his thick shaft? It’s like she’s trying to pull it back in.”

Nana nodded to me again and now I pounded Mummy’s pussy hard and fast. Nana moved in front of Mummy and Mummy raised herself from her elbows to her hands.

“Look at how much Amy’s tits are swinging, Tony. Our boy is really fucking her hard. See the look of ecstasy on her face?”

That was my next cue. I withdrew from Mummy’s pussy and lifted my right foot, planting it on the bed. That had the effect of raising the level of my cock just a little, but just enough.

I separated Mummy’s arse cheeks and pushed my hips forward slowly. Mummy looked into the camera, her mouth and eyes wide open. “He’s in my arse honey! He’s pushing his big cock deep into my arse! It feels soooo good honey.”

Nana moved around so she could capture it on film. “Look how much his cock is stretching your wife’s arsehole, Tony. Listen to her moans. The dirty slut loves it.” She nodded to me again and I went hell for leather, fucking her arse with long hard strokes.

Nana continued, “Can you hear his big cum filled balls slapping against your slutty wife’s cunt Tony? I must get a look!”

She went to the front of Mummy, got on her back and slid underneath her until the camera had a good view. “That looks so hot Tony. See his cock raping your wife’s arse? Look at how his balls slap her cunt lips. I’ll bet she can feel that on her clit.”

Just then I felt Mummy’s arsehole clamp down on my cock and I held it deep inside her. I could feel wetness splash onto my thighs. “Look Tony, our boy is making your wife squirt! Fuck, that looks so good. She’s still squirting!”

I’d never heard of a woman squirting before, but it sounded like a good thing. As Mummy’s orgasm subsided, I was silently cursing the cock ring. I would have loved empty my balls into her arse.

Nana extricated herself from under Mummy, handed her the camera and beckoned me with her finger. When I stood in front of her, Nana dropped to her knees and held my cock by forming an ‘O’ with her thumb and forefinger around its base.

“This is what was fucking your wife’s arse so deeply Tony and she loved every minute of it.”

She surprised me again by taking the head of my cock into her mouth and licking all around it. She took her mouth off my cock, turned to the camera with a smile of satisfaction and a wink and said, “Your wife’s arse is soo tasty brother dear. I’ll bet you wish you were here to share it with me.”

She turned back and slid her lips down my cock, taking it all in one go. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, fucking the head of my cock with her throat.

She pulled off again to talk to Tony through the camera. “He went into my throat, Tony. You can’t do that, can you?” Her taunting of her brother wasn’t nasty, just factual.

She cradled my balls in her hand, “Look at how full they are brother. I wonder where we should let him shoot it? On her tits? No, you’ve already seen that. In her mouth maybe? Where do you want it Amy?”

“I want it in my cunt mummy. I want to feel him squirt it into my womb and breed me, mummy.”

As she removed the cock ring, finally releasing its grip on me, she took Mummy’s hand and moved it to my balls. “Feel it sweetie. Feel how much spunk he has to breed you with. There lots of babies in there.”

As she fondled my balls, she handed the camera back to Nana and looked into the camera. “I want it in me daddy. I want to feel his big cock in my cunt.”

Nana directed me to lie on the bed and my cock pointed to the ceiling. Mummy straddled me and squatted reverse cowboy style. She held my cock to the opening of her pussy and just dropped, filling herself with me immediately, both of us letting it long deep moans of pleasure.

Nana had the camera up close to our union. Mummy didn’t bounce up and down on my cock. She just flipped her hips ever so slightly, massaging my cock with her pussy and her vaginal muscles were also at work, milking me.

It took only a minute for my balls tighten and Nana saw it happen. “He’s about to do it Tony. He’s about to empty his balls into your slut wife’s cunt. Here it comes, he’s going to breed your wife.”

She was spot on and I started spraying Mummy’s womb with my baby batter. Spurt after spurt after spurt of my hot spunk shot into Mummy. I’d never cum so much in my life and it was the best orgasm of my life. That was enhanced by the relief my balls felt.

Mummy let out a long sigh of satisfaction and eventually lifted herself off my cock, but stayed there.

“Pull your lips apart Amy and show your husband how much sperm our boy gave you.” I couldn’t see, but I could here the series of pussy farts and streams of my cum dribbling onto my cock.

Eventually, Mummy got off me and Nana handed her the camera and crawled between my legs, cleaning up all of the cum and pussy juice from my cock and balls. She turned to the camera, licked her lips and winked. “So fucking tasty Tony. It’s a pity you couldn’t be here.”