But Clint and Alicia? The eighteen-year-old was such a quiet girl, a mouse always in her room reading.
My pussy was on fire. I stared at my phone and then my eyes widened. Streaming? Why would he stream himself having sex with our daughters to my sister’s phone unless… “Are you fucking your son?”
“I am, baby sis,” Cheryl typed almost immediately. “He’s just like Clinton. Just as strong. Oh, Vicky, it was wonderful.”
Like Clinton… I trembled. I was a submissive. I learned that the day Cheryl brought me into her boyfriend’s bed. Clinton and her had only been nineteen while I was eighteen. A trembling virgin with braces. I submitted to him–I did anything he asked–and I loved him for it. As much as I missed my man, I also missed being taken in hand. Dominated. Cheryl needed it even more. She was always closer to Clinton. I had tried to be dominant for her, but I just didn’t have it in me. I could spank her ass and put nipple clamps on her nubs, but my heart wasn’t in it. I couldn’t give it my all.
And she knew it.
“And here I am stuck at school all day,” I typed adding a frowny face.
“Sorry.” She put a laughing face. She always was the brat. Sometimes, I thought I should be the older sister. “Well, they’re wrapping up. I have a daughter’s creampie to devour.”
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, squirming. I glanced up at Pam Hiragawa, wincing at her stilted speech, and really, really wished I could masturbate. My poor panties were soaked as I pictured my nephew. He was so strong, a younger version of his father, muscular, fit, dark hair, serious jawline.
Damn my sister.
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Cheryl Elliston
I giggled, knowing my baby sister was squirming while stuck at school. I stood up, my body buzzing from my orgasm. I closed messenger, the window shrinking to a little circle in the corner of my phone showing Vicky’s profile pic. On the screen, Clint fucked Alicia hard, my nineteen-year-old daughter trembling beneath him. Melody was stretched on her side beside them, kissing and nuzzling, sharing the moment with her lover and master.
He was my master, too. I was his Mommy-slave.
I stood up, stretching, my breasts jiggling before me. I walked naked out of the master bedroom. Our children had no idea the naughty games Vicky and I got up to with their father in this room. It was soundproofed, the walls lined with cork beneath the wallpaper. One of the first upgrades Clinton did to both our houses after we bought them. They were side-by-side. That took a lot of work to find two houses both for sale, but we knew early on we wanted to all be close. To raise our children together even if they didn’t know they were brother and sisters yet.
My feet padded across the hardwood floors, another gift to me from my loving husband. There were so many touches in the house that Clinton had installed for me. I was his slave, his submissive, I would do anything for him, and he rewarded me in every way he could.
Tears beaded in my eyes. I swallowed, thirsty. I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the stairs leading to the first floor. There was a box of wine in the cabinet. I could pop down there real quick and…
No, no. Clint was almost done. And there would be something delicious to drink in his room.
I headed to the stairs to the attic. The moans were coming from my phone and from upstairs. They weren’t synced. The groans came from my phone just a fraction of a second later. I smiled, stalking up to Clint’s. I reached his door, opening it.
“I’m your slut!” Alicia shouted. “Cum in me!”
And groaned as I watched my son’s muscular ass flex as he drove his cock into my youngest child’s pussy. Alicia’s pigtails of light-brown hair were spread across Clint’s bed. Her small breasts were budding mounds topped by pink nipples.
“Yes, cum in her, Sir!” I gasped, pussy melting.
“Mom!” Alicia gasped, her eyes widening in fright as Clint rammed his dick into her. He grunted. My son was cumming into my daughter. His little sister. My pussy clenched. A drunk wave of lust washed through me.
Alicia stared at me, her glasses hanging on the edge of her cute nose, her brown eyes wide. First with fear and then with confusion as she stared at my large breasts and naked body. I stroked my hand down to my black bush, running fingers through it as I walked into the room.
“What’s going on?” Alicia gasped.
“I came to check in on how Clint was disciplining you,” I smiled. “Mmm, and that is a novel approach.”
“She needed it,” Clint groaned, staring down at her. “Right, Princess?”
“Princess?” whispered Alicia, her voice trembling.
“I think you’re my cute, little princess,” grinned Clint. “My submissive, little sister, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered as Clint rolled off of her.
“And Melody’s my queen,” Clint grinned, his dick shining wetly. He was on the edge of the bed. It was so narrow for the three of them. “And Mom is my slave.”
“Slave?” gasped Alicia.
“She is, Cupcake,” whispered Melody. “Of course, so are we. His queen-slave and his princess-slave.” Melody nuzzled at my daughter’s lips. The pair kissed as I licked my lips, moving into the room.
Clint stood up, stretching his muscles. His hand cracked down on my ass, pushing me to the bed. I yelped. “You know what to do, slave.”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned. “Mommy knows just what to do.”
Melody broke the kiss with her half-sister, a bright smile on her lips, a gleam in her eye. “You are going to love this, Cupcake. I know I did when I ate Clint’s cum out of your mom’s pussy.”
Alicia’s eyes widened. She pushed up her glasses with a finger. “Mommy, are you…?”
“I’m going to lick all of our Master’s cum out of your snatch because your Mommy is a depraved slave. Mommy will do anything to keep her big, strong son happy. And this will make him so happy.”
“Yes,” Melody moaned, squirming.
“Melody, get that bruised ass over here,” Clint growled as I sank on the bed. “You’re fidgeting a lot. I know you have a hot cunt.”
“So hot,” Melody moaned. “As hot as my ass.” She shifted and winced. “I should make you rub aloe vera onto my ass, dick. It hurts.”
“Make?” Clint asked, his voice strong. “You can’t make me do anything. If I rub aloe vera on your ass, it’s because I choose to. Because I want you happy.”