“What the hell are you doing in our room,” Cassie said. She sort of looked around the bed to see if it looked like they’d been fucking. Maybe she was trying to see if it was obvious, if I’d just walked in I might not have known anything. But Cassie’s breast was exposed and whole room was warm and smelled like cum. Even if I hadn’t been here the whole time, I’d have known.
“Well,” I said, and I thought about making something up, but I didn’t have any good reason to be there. Let alone, being naked. I decided to tell the truth. I told them about hearing noises, being curious, investigating, losing my towel, being aroused, and seeing them fucking. I was blushing hard by the time I was done reciting the whole thing. Their faces were red and it was clear they were embarrassed more than angry.
“Oh,” Cassie said, “You had no right to be here!” she said. She realized that this was the only thing she had on me. I’d witnessed her committing the ultimate taboo, all she had left was a little indignation on violation of privacy.
“I know. I was just curious. And you know how this is, it makes you so horny!” I said, looking at my cock. I was trying to give them an out. At first, Cassie didn’t get it.
“That is no excuse,” she said, standing and walking towards me. Her cock was limp and looked sexy bouncing against her leg while she walked. I sort of flinched, I didn’t know what was coming. But Brittany seemed to see what I was saying. She quickly got up off the bed, ran over to her mother, and grabbed the woman’s arm. I couldn’t help but feel aroused when I watched Brittany’s lithe body move. And the way her breast pressed against her mother’s arm was unbearable. Even though I was embarrassed and nervous, my prick was still hard.
“Mom, I think she is saying she understands,” Brittany said. Her mother turned and looked at her uncomprehendingly. Then I saw her think about it, and she nodded her head. For a moment she looked at me and then sat down on the chair next to the desk. Brittany stood beside her, with her hand on her mother’s shoulder. I was still nervous, but Cassie spoke without any further prompting from me or her daughter.
“Brittany and I started taking the medicine about a year ago. The form of cancer it fights can be hereditary. I guess we both… developed the side effect at around the same time. We didn’t tell one another,” Cassie explained. She stopped for a moment, and Brittany took up the narrative.
“We were both embarrassed and hoped that the other person wasn’t going through the same thing. And at first we didn’t know about the other aspects of the side-effects. The hyper-arousal and the… aphrodisiac nature of the sperm,” Brittany said, using the word the doctors had used during the conference the day before. She blushed and then walked over to the bed and sat down.
“Well, I guess Brittany was… masturbating in school,” Cassie said, “She wasn’t caught or anything, but she didn’t even have the will to make it to the bathroom. She would just touch herself through her skirt and then… you know, ejaculate in her panties. Well, I do the laundry. So I handled her wet panties. I didn’t think much of it, picking them up out of the hamper. But when I touched them… well you know.”
“We only did it the one time,” Brittany said, almost pleading with me to understand, “I came downstairs while she was doing the laundry and she sort of pounced on me. But I didn’t fight back. I wanted it. I don’t know. I’d never thought that way about my mother before. But this thing,” she pointed at her dick, “It changes the way you think.” Mother and daughter were looking at one another now, and it was clear that it was more than a parental gaze. It really had changed the way they thought.
“But we, we did it that one time and realized that it was wrong. We have worked very hard to behave correctly,” Cassie explained, “But we got here. And they gave us a room with one bed because the suites the pharmaceutical company got us were cheap. And we spent all this time talking about our arousal. Last night, we were good. We used all of our will power. But we didn’t sleep well. And when we got up this morning, I could feel Brittany’s penis hard on my leg. And we couldn’t stop.” And with that, I got the whole story. I could see, just from talking about it, Cassie and Brittany were aroused again. Their cocks were hard and their cheeks were flushed. It was clear that none of us were intellectually in control of our urges. And this conference, with all its technical jargon, had just confirmed that fact. Even in explaining it, they must’ve known I understood completely.
I was hornier than ever. Rather than repulse me, the story had simply made the whole taboo situation even more exciting. And I thought back to the day before, with Angie. I’d promised myself to embrace what my body was telling me. Now, my body was telling me to act, telling me that I needed to act to get some relief. I looked at the two beautiful women, mother and daughter, looking at me for understanding and I decided what I needed to do.
“Well,” I said and started to walk over to the bed, I felt their eyes follow me and move with my bouncing, hard cock, “I definitely understand. I could tell you some stories about my own life. And about some twins that I know.” Their eyes got very big and I could see Brittany’s cock twitching as I sat down on the bed next to her, “But just because I understand doesn’t mean I don’t want something out of this, something to buy my silence” I said slinkily. They looked at me with desire. They knew that my threat was just an excuse, a reason to let them take me. The fact that I hadn’t run screaming out of the room when I saw them fucking must’ve told them that I couldn’t judge them. That I was just as trapped, wonderfully trapped, as they were.
“What do you want?” Cassie asked. I didn’t speak. I was sitting right next to Brittany, our legs dangling off the side of the bed, her thigh was touching mine. As you know, I am a cheerleader, and a flyer. I am very flexible. I lifted the leg closet to Brittany, and spread it out. I lifted it so that it sort of soared right over Brittany’s head. Brittany’s eyes looked between my spread legs and she must’ve smelled my delicate scent. But then my leg went around her back. I sort of scooted over. Now I was sitting behind Brittany, my legs sort of wrapped around her and my cock pressed against her back. But I was done. I quickly pushed Brittany up so she was standing and then, while she was still off balance, swung her around so she was facing me. Now I was laying on my back, my leg’s spread wide, my cock hard, and my asshole straight up in the air.
“I want your daughter to fuck my asshole,” I said, looking at Cassie, “Tell her to do it.” I said. Brittany looked like she was about to move, but she waited for Cassie’s permission.
“Can I fuck her mommy?” Brittany asked.