William Taylor - Incest lovers

Laura surprised herself by regaining her composure. She wasted no time in hurrying to the kitchen and finding some old clothesline. She briefly considered grabbing a knife from one of the drawers, but realized it wasn't worth the risk. She'd never get a chance to use it, and there were her children to consider. Any sacrifice was worth making to keep them safe.

She hurried back to him with some pieces of rope in her hand. He took them and gently pushed her toward the middle of the room.

"Now bend over the back of that chair," he said. "Come on, move your ass."

Fearing what he might do to her children if she resisted, Laura gripped the chair's arms and leaned forward over the back, her ass facing Dan. He tied her wrists to the arms of the chair, then walked behind her and with one quick movement lifted up the back of her dress, exposing her lovely long legs and her plump, panty-clad asscheeks. They trembled enticingly as she squirmed in protest.

"Now I'll get the kids," he said, leaving her with her thoughts.

A chili ran up Laura's back as she started to realize what was about to happen to her. She prayed she was wrong, but her heart beat wildly in her chest as she moaned fearfully.

Dan returned with Ron and Karen and his aunt, and told the two kids to sit on the couch.

"That's it," he said. "You may as well be comfortable while you watch the show."

"Show?" Laura blurted, shivering suddenly as her fears were proven true.

Dan approached her. "Oh, God, noooo…" she wailed. "Oh, please, don't touch me!"

"Me?" Dan pretended surprise. "Hell, no. I'm just gonna supervise. Ron's the lucky one."

Laura's eyes widened with horror as Dan called her son. "No! No!" she screamed. "You can't do this! Please! Anything else…"

"Keep cool," Dan said. "Just go along with it and there's no reason you can't get your rocks off, too."

The cords bit cruelly into Laura's wrists as she fought her bonds, but they held. Sobbing, she subsided, filled with helpless anger and horror.

Ron's balls lurched when he saw his mother's dark bush shining through her transparent pink panties, and he knew be wanted to fuck her. His own mother!

Dan stood in front of the woman and pointed his gun toward her son. "Tell him to play with your ass," he said.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed lewdly. "Please, don't. Do what you want with me, but don't make Ron do such a perverted thing, please. Not my son."

Dan thumbed back the hammer and Laura shrieked, "NO, DON'T!" she wailed. He looked questioningly at her and she closed her eyes and hung her head.

"C-come here, Ron," she said weakly.

Ron hurried to his mother's side. He stared at close range at her exposed legs and backside. Her thighs were trembling and he could see a large, wet stain in the lightly-drawn crotch of her panties.

"You don't mind if I call you Laura, do you?" Dan asked. When she didn't answer he said. "Well, Laura, you've got one fine ass. Why don't you ask Ron to play with it?"

"Oh, please, please," she moaned.

Dan looked at her. She dropped her eyes. "Play with my ass, Ron," she whimpered.

"You know what you've got to do?" Dan asked the teen. Ron nodded eagerly. Dan put his mouth to the teen's ear and whispered, "I haven't told her what you and your sister were doing, and I won't if you make her feel so good she wants it. She thinks I'm forcing you, so do whatever you want, OK?" Ron nodded again.

"OK, Ron," Dan said in a normal voice. "Tell me what you've got to do."

"You told me to grab Mom's behind," Ron mumbled, red-faced, "and take her panties off and play with her."

"Good," Dan said. "Get started."

The teen's mouth hung open and his eyes bulged when he leaned over his mother's upthrust ass. Her musty, feminine odor was rising like steam from a pot of boiling water. Her thin panties were stretched tight over her plump white cheeks, and the deep, dark crack in the center was like an arrow pointing the way to her fragrant bush. The moisture seeping through reminded him of how pretty and tasty Karen's pussylips had been.

Laura heard Ron breathing heavily behind her and braced herself for the ultimate degradation. She felt him draw his fingers across the backs of her clamped thighs and shivered.

Heidi had given Ron a few lessons on how to lightly touch and fondle a woman so she couldn't help enjoying it, and he put his new knowledge to immediate use. He lifted his hand and heard his mother gasp as he placed it on her right cheek. He was extremely nervous and excited. He rubbed the panties a bit and began breathing even more heavily. He couldn't believe this was really happening, and slid his hot palm across the quivering half moons of her spongy butt. The plump, fleshy globes moved sexily under his slight pressure and his cock pounded in his pants.

Laura groaned and squirmed frantically, moaning as her son kneaded her soft, sensitive asscheeks. She knew Karen and the stranger were watching Ron as he fondled her butt and felt herself blush hotly. Her son's hands were surprisingly gentle, almost as knowledgeable as Bridget's, and she was ashamed of the way her body was responding. Her cunt quivered and throbbed, pouting and oozing sweet cunt juice.

Ron ran his hand between her warm thighs and cupped his mother's thinly-clad pussy, feeling the warmth and slickness of her cunt juice. Then, just as Heidi had instructed, he slowly dragged his thumb through the center of the puffy mound. Laura gasped and went rigid.

"Ahhhh, nooooo…" she groaned. "Don't… stop! Please!"

Her begging did no good. Ron was scared almost shitless, but he could hardly wait to get his mother naked and see her pussy and big tits up close. The memory of her that time in the bedroom was already blurry…

Ron continued his caresses and Laura squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control the pleasure surging through her. She felt more juice spill from her cunt, soaking her panties as her son's wonderfully talented fingers made her clit burn.

Laura knew that Ron and Karen and the man could see nearly everything through her soaked panties and shuddered with shame, then jumped and groaned loudly.

"Uhhhh…" She shook and moaned. Ron's fingers had circled her swollen cuntlips and then slithered up the crack of her ass, pushing her thin, wet panties into the depression of her tingling shitter.

His other hand found her clit through the material and pressed it.

The helpless mother sobbed with delight as she felt herself on the verge of a tremendous orgasm. Her thighs jiggled involuntarily and little pants of pleasure broke from her reluctant lips.

"Nahhh…" she whimpered with shame, embarrassed to let Karen and Ron know that her control was slipping.

Dan grinned and pulled Ron's hands away. "What a hot cunt you got, Laura!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna come any second, aren't you? And right over your son's hand, too. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Laura tried not to whimper. She was caught between lust and despair. But her captors insensitive comment helped to delay her orgasm for the moment.

I'll keep still, she promised herself. I won't say a word or even move. I won't give the bastard the satisfaction!

Dan smiled and walked in front of the woman. He pointed the gun toward the couch where Karen and Heidi were sitting, and straddled the seat of the chair. "Call your daughter over," he said. "Now!"

Laura had no choice but to comply, and when Karen was beside them, Dan said, "Pull out my dick and rub it across your mother's face." His gun pointed at her stomach.

Actually, Karen couldn't wait to handle his big cock again. The time she'd spend handling and sucking on it had made her really horny, and she still hadn't had her climax. Quickly, her fingers flew over his fly and shorts, then she was hauling out his stiff dick before her mother's watering eyes.