Date: Tue, 8 May 2007 13:46:16 +0100 (BST)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Debt 16

Steve's View

It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Even
feeling Mum up last night while Dad watched helpless and
the rest of the family looked on wasn't a match for it.
She was actually coming on to me as I sat there beating
my meat. Putting it all out there for me. Her tits, her
cunt. Even giving me flashes of her arsehole when she
bent over. And whenever she could, she was watching my
cock. Wanting it, I knew. Well, the whore would get it.
And more.

I was imaging sharing her with my mates when I shot my
load. Inviting a few of them over, and having her naked
waiting to meet them. How bloody cool would that be? I
could imagine their faces. And I'd play it real
sophisticated. "You know my Mum, don't you? Nice tits for
an old bird she's got, hasn't she? And what do you think
of her cunt? Show them your cunt, Mum."

When I'd cum she'd just stood there looking at me, her
body wet and glistening from the shower. I ordered her to
clean my cock, and when she just came over and knelt down
to do it then I knew I could do anything with her
anytime. The first touch of her tongue on my cock set it
rising again. And it kept growing as she licked it clean
of cum. Her tongue felt so good wrapping itself around my
cock, and covering every inch of the head with her spit.
Looking down at my Mum naked and on her knees and lapping
away at my cock, I was about ready to cum again.  It made
me think of all the times she had given me grief over
this or that, coming on all high and mighty. One thing
for sure was that she'd never be able to do that again,
not after this.

"Make it good and hard again, Mum," I told her. "Ready to
fuck your face."

She looked up at me expressionlessly, and then slowly
took the head of my cock between her lips while keeping
her eyes on my face. It was just too much for me. I had
to have her, to ram my cock into her mouth and shoot down
her throat. I pushed her back and stood up, but that
caused my jeans to slip down my thighs. And to show her
what I was wearing underneath. She let my cock slip form
her lips and sat back on the bathroom floor, looking up
at me.

"This family has been nothing but surprises the last few
days," she said, a laugh in her voice. "You and your Dad
are going to have be paying something for the use of your
sister's underwear. You can hardly expect her to pay for
outfitting the two of you as well."

All of a sudden this wasn't going the way I thought it
was going. I pulled up my jeans, and when she started to
laugh I did the only thing I could do and left her there.
Going down the stairs, my only thoughts were of how if
Slutfucker hadn't insisted on me wearing panties to meet
him then right now I would have been fucking my Mum's
mouth.

Downstairs Aunt Samantha was in the living room, sitting
on the sofa with another woman I didn't know. Dawn was
there too, standing in front of them in her school
uniform. Blazer, blouse, tie and everything. She was
holding her skirt up around her waist, showing her long
slim legs and a pair of pink panties.

"This must be young Steve," the other woman said.

""This is Steve," Aunt Samantha confirmed for her.

"I'm Kay," the woman said. "Your aunt tells me you have a
very nice cock. Going to join your sister in giving us a
show, Steve?"

I looked at Dawn, and she pulled a face at me. "I have to
go out," I said. "I'm meeting someone."

"Another time then, Steve," Kay said, her attention back
on Dawn. "Sometime very soon. When you get home"

I mumbled something and left them to their game. But with
another thought in my mind now. Fucking my sister.

Kay's View

Samantha and I have been lovers and the closest of
friends since we were at school together, and after I got
married she helped me turn my new husband into the
cuckolded and feminised little girly-boy that he is to
this day. So she knew exactly who to come to first when
she found out what her brother-in-law had been up to with
the company accounts. The idea of having a whole family
with which to play was a dream come true for both of us,
and all she needed to do after we had made our plans was
to persuade her father. He was so mad at the two of them
for cheating him that it hadn't been that difficult.

A vital part of the plan was to initially convince Dawn
and Steve that it was all gain and no pain for them. That
they would get to play with and humiliate their parents,
and that they would stay in control. We'd done that, and
now we were moving on. I'd already had Dawn's sweet
little mouth pleasuring my cunt, and that was only the
very beginning.

"Very pretty, Dawn," I told her after her brother had
left. "Now pull those panties down some and give us
another twirl."

She let go her skirt to ease her panties down her thighs,
and then lifted it again. Quite eagerly, I thought. This
one was something of an exhibitionist, and that could be
very useful to keep in mind. Her cunt was shaved, as I'd
expected, the crack just peeping out from between her
legs, When she turned, her arse was just perfect. Tight
and with not an ounce of excess fat on it.

I sensed movement on the stairs again, and looked over to
see Claire coming down them. She'd made an effort,
perhaps so as not to be outshone by her daughter. She was
in a short black dress that clung nicely. Her party
dress, I imagined.

"And here's Mummy to join in the fun," I told Dawn.
Tom's View

Tom stood by the doorway watching his son-in-law trying
to tongue some life into the old man's cock. At his side
was Cynthia, once his secretary and recently John's. And
from now on running the factory. She had always done most
of it anyway, so the only difference would be in her
title.

"Enjoying this?" he asked her.

"Loving it," she responded, not taking her eyes off the
scene before them.

"You useless cunt," they heard old Barney say as he took
his still limp cock from John's mouth. "Can't get
anything right. Maybe your wife could do a better job, or
your daughter. She's a pretty little thing. You reckon
your daughter's sweet little mouth could get me up, Mr
Ames?"

John looked up, and mutely nodded. Barney grinned and, to
laughter and a cheer from the women watching, let loose a
stream of piss that hit John full in  the face. His
tilted head meant a lot of it went up his nose, and as he
instinctively opened his mouth to breathe Barney aimed
the stream straight down his throat.

"Get him cleaned up after Barney's finished with him,"
Tom told Cynthia. "Use the hose out in the yard. Then
he's yours for the next couple of hours. Whatever you
please."

"It'll be a pleasure, Tom," she said with relish.

Tom left the factory and went back to his car. He
intended to go back to his daughter's and son-in-law's
house, but halfway there as he passed the park he caught
sight of his grandson Steve. The boy was hanging around
the public lavatories, and looking ridiculously furtive.
Intrigued, Tom parked around the corner and then returned
to watch what might be transpiring.