Brian looked at his mother with some horror as he heard that part, something clearly clicking in a way that indicated that he wasn’t stupid, just ignorant, weak, and naive. He then appraised her a little more in a way that stunned all of us, flipped her over onto her belly, and slid inside her before she could say a thing. He began angrily slapping her cheeks while he took her from behind, fucking his own mother while still being recorded on Skype. The way that she didn’t even try to resist him was very telling.
I made sure to capture every minute of this act, of course, just in case I needed it. That a puny, scrawny, zit-faced youth was able to sexually dominate and penetrate his own mother, who was in remarkably good shape, yeah, that told me something. It spoke volumes about their dynamic. Ashley had miscalculated in thinking that he was just a timid pawn that she could entirely control. Oh, I didn’t doubt that she could regain some of the upper hand and manipulate him somehow, but for now, Brian had the power.
While we watched this, Angel grabbed me, unzipped my pants, tagged her sisters, got their help, and finished undressing me. Then they disrobed in front of me, as well as their mother and brother. At that point, each girl took her turn riding my lap, planting her pussy on my prick. Angel was first, of course, impaling herself on my pole. She didn’t bleed, so probably wasn’t a virgin, but she was certainly tight enough… tighter than Janine, if I had to guess.
“See, Mom… we love Daddy the same way that you love Brian! Oh, fuck, Daddy!” Angel shouted as I slid my finger up her anus to play with her cornhole, “Daddy’s finger’s up my ass, up my ass, up my ass… Daddy’s finger’s up my ass, my sweet Mama!”
Yes, Angel sang that to the tune of “London Bridge,” which was truly wild. She kissed me very hard as we made love or fucked or whatever, moaning very loud between kisses as we engaged in Daddy/daughter incest. Her mouth was very hot and slippery as her tongue locked with mine. It was a truly delicious experience, to put it mildly, between my Angel and me.
Just then, we watched as Brian spent himself inside his own mother, who then creamed herself, arose, and slapped him in the face. He stood there in shock from the slap before she winked at him, then at me, and pulled him in for a steamy tongue kiss. She put his hands back on her reddened buns and placed her own hands on his. She smacked his booty a little while they made out, by now leaving undeniable proof of illegal incest under the laws of the Buckeye State.
Angel squeezed my load out of my balls through my cock by now, moaning and creaming herself before climbing off my lap and licking my finger straight from her own ass. I have definitely done it now, I thought to myself. Neither of us had any leverage over the other by now. It was mutually assured destruction. If Ashley tried to use this against me, I had plenty to use against her, and vice versa, though Brian’s living situation would possibly count against her. Then again, the law was generally more lenient with female sex offenders than with the male ones.
It was a wash and we both knew it, even as Becca handed me a blue pill and a fountain drink, which was probably hers. I swallowed it and she grinned as she began riding me. She also made it evident that she wanted me to finger her butt, too. She began moaning with her delight as she felt me moving inside her, both my finger and my dick. She kissed me very often on my face and my neck, even as she did her best to get me to bottom out inside her slippery snatch.
“Do me again, Brian… do what you want to me… do Mommy, good and hard!” Ashley’s face was purple with her lust, envy, jealousy, and frankly, her competitive streak as she offered her son more sexual congress with her.
The sight of me fucking, and possibly breeding, our daughters, well, it clearly affected Ashley on some primal level. Her response was evidently to commit incest with her own son, which indeed showed me that she didn’t hate what I did out of moral scruples. It was simply jealousy or envy or something like that. The irony, of course, was that I didn’t go all the way with any of our girls until she went as far as she did with Brian.
As I emptied my balls through my cock inside Becca, her moans leaving no room for doubt, as did her wetness. I didn’t even have a chance to stand up before Lauren planted herself on my pole. She kissed me repeatedly as well, her sisters egging her on as she rode me, my fingers going up her asshole, even as she moaned and cussed in response to her pleasure. She was in a wild and wanton mood and I couldn’t bring myself to object to that when it benefitted me. What was the real harm in this, anyway?
That we did this while watching Brian take their mother and put her through her paces, well, that was pretty insane. I never would have expected this in my wildest fantasies (okay, maybe some of those… maybe… I didn’t recall). Was this a pornographic dream or something? Nope. I pinched myself. It was really happening. I was busily committing incest with my youngest daughter while her younger half-brother had rough sex with their mother.
As I came inside Lauren and Brian did the same inside Ashley, my three daughters all kissed me very hard on the mouth. I then saw my ex-wife kissing her son on his lips, using plenty of tongue. Strangely, her attitude was a lot friendlier as she blew me a kiss… and our daughters now. Maybe she was hooked on her son’s lovin’ or something. She definitely seemed to be a somewhat different woman in her mood or her disposition, at least for now. Brian blushed a bit and shrugged, still clearly taking in and figuring out what took place.
“Do you think that she’ll still cause us trouble, Angel? You’ve been around your mother more often lately than I have. What do you think? What about you, Becca and Lauren?” I asked the girls, all three of them kissing me in response, as Ashley disconnected the Skype herself this time.
“Maybe at times. She is who she is. But serious issues? No. What can she do? Accuse us of incest? Yeah, that’s gonna take her down, too, and she loves her own skin… and her life, too much for that. Especially now that she’s getting it on with our brother. She created a monster there. She can’t put that genie back in the bottle, can she? Brian knows that she craves him and he craves her right back.
“He might be a bit pussywhipped at times, especially growing up under her like that, but there will be limits to that now. He can never quite be the same virginal wimp or spineless toady that he used to be. I say that with no disrespect to him, but he was her creature and now he never can be quite the same again,” Angel, my firstborn, made her own thoughts known, and they made excellent sense.
“Now, as to Janine… and Maddie… and Stacey… and Lizzie. Maybe even Genevieve. Look, Daddy, ours isn’t a normal relationship, anyway. We’re your daughters… and we’re in love with our own father, but it isn’t a relationship or romance or love affair that we can make public, is it?” Becca explained to me now.
“Also, we found out from Andy that he was actually trying to roofie himself to see what would happen if he did. It was some kind of experiment, especially testing the limits of consent in the gay community. I pointed out that the gay community, his community, was way ahead of most folks on issues of consent and such. He pointed out that there was still some toxicity, even now, in the same community, despite those significant advances in those areas,” Angel briefed me for a second.
“Oh, and apparently, Andy digs you, too. I’m not saying that you have to do anything with him, but I am saying that he likes you that way. So do Maddie and Genevieve, judging by the messages that they both sent you just a little while ago. Maddie’s have to do with a date tonight, and Genevieve’s… yeah, she’s trying to subtly hint that she wouldn’t mind dating you, too. They are both from last night, is that right?” Lauren teased me now.
“Yes, well, they are… Maddie, the waitress from last night, and Genevieve, her aunt, apparently, the hostess from last night. Maddie actually kissed me on the lips last night, would you believe it? In front of everyone, including her aunt. I didn’t exactly resist the kiss, either. Would you?” I confessed now.
“Yes, well, in any case, you’ll need to date some ladies openly enough that people don’t wonder about you… and we’ll need to date some as well. There’s no need to simply use those ladies, though… you should be intimate with them. We gotta give them a reason to go along with this, after all. Sex with you… is a pretty strong motivator, I would think, a real incentive. They just need to grasp the unusual nature of our… situation, right?” Angel suggested.
“I also think that we should date… women, too. No need to get a bunch of potentially jealous dudes, getting territorial and feeling emasculated and all of that, admittedly understandable stuff involved. So, I think that we should make a pact, here and now, sisters. We only date other women. Except for Daddy. We date Daddy… and other girls. Lesbians except for Daddy. Deal?” Becca proposed now.
“That makes perfect sense to me, sis. What other man could measure up, anyway? Lesbians except for Daddy. LEFD. We say those words, all of us will know what it means, but no one else. I think that I should date Maddie or Genevieve… or both. Becca, you should date Lizzie. Angel should date Stacey. Janine, well, she can marry Daddy.
“Yes, I said marry, Daddy. I know that sounds scary, but think about it. If she marries you, she can’t be made to testify against you in a court of law. Also, she might well have your first baby since one of us. We can get her to sign a pre-up, an ironclad one, airtight, watertight, and notarized in a law firm, where it can be on record and on file.
“She’ll be the perfect wife for you, aware of our situation, cool with it, pregnant by you, and well-equipped to make Mom livid with jealousy or envy or whatever. It will be the perfect pretext to visit a lot, other than seeing Angel,” Lauren weighed in with her own suggestion.
“And being pregnant to you will mean that she wants things to continue just as they are, I might add. She won’t want to destroy her husband and father to her child. That’s a real incentive to behave herself, right? Her being so much younger will make it really hit home with Mom, of course. She’ll be insane with her insecurity, jealousy, anxiety, etc. Dating a younger man, such as Brian, will only soothe that a little… and she’ll feel very worried about him leaving her, as he normally would. Him staying with her is the aberration, socially speaking, not him leaving her,” Becca mused next.
“Yeah, Brian has plenty of options as far as dating is concerned. She’s indispensable to him only as his mother, and while she can weaponize that, she can’t prevent a teenage boy with raging hormones from noticing girls his own age… or even other cougars. I think that maybe we should do our best to help protect his interests, too, not letting him get bullied by your mother. Maybe he needs Genevieve,” I proposed now, putting smiles on my daughters’ faces as they heard that.
“Daddy, just when I couldn’t love, admire, and respect you more, you surprise even me,” Angel told me with a steamy kiss, “it’s all good to have a cougar mentor as a young man, just as we younger ladies should have a silver fox mentor, but having an extra one who doesn’t have the same ulterior motives as Mom would serve his interests well.”
“So, we have a pact, then?” Becca asked now.
“Let’s just call it a deal,” I put my hand out and their hands joined mine.
The future was still wide open, but at least we had a roadmap.