Not long before Oswald gets murdered -- who was always a patsy, in your opinion -- you notice Saul, at the end of the row, get up and excuse himself to the restroom. He's gone an unusually long time, and you don't think it's any coincidence that soon after he gets up, a pretty young woman in the row behind you excuses herself from her husband and exits the theater, too.
Charlotte is too intently focused on the unfolding plot twists of this Elizabethan drama to pay much heed to it. This sort of thing must be pretty normal for them anyway. Such an odd marriage.
Rose begins to sensually rub your crotch.
Okay, so maybe you're throwing stones in glass houses.
"Are you as bored as I am?" Rose whispers.
You huff. Rose and Cerise have spent way too long living together -- their perverted minds are beginning to sync up.
"Shh," you tell Rose. You lift her hand by the wrist, away from your dick, and drop it to her side.
She makes a face at you. "When have you ever said no to sex?" She says.
"Shh!" Charlotte hisses, un-sarcastically. She's oblivious to what it is Rose is actually saying, just wants her to be quiet.
"I'll let you know when I need my dick rubbed," you tell your loving wife. "I like a bit of foreplay first, that's all."
This remark catches Mom's attention -- she swivels her head and gawks at you. "...forepl-- what on Earth are you two talking about?" Even in the low light, you can see her blushing.
Cerise uses this moment to strike. Her hand lightly brushes Mom's leg, and begins a slow, slow transit northward along the outer edge of her meaty thigh. The edge of Cerise's palm catches the sequined hem of Mom's little black dress, and begins to peel the material steadily back -- baring more and more of her delicious, supple skin.
Mom's breath hitches, and she swivels her head the other way now, like someone who just felt a spider crawl on them and doesn't want to believe it's really there. But Cerise's hand is really there, all right, and now she's really squeezing. You can see the dimples made by her fingertips, as they sink into the lovely give of Mom's leg. Like kneading dough, it is.
Charlotte and Gal might be too enthralled to notice this incestuous groping, but Rose isn't. She feigns disgust. "Your own mother, Cerise? That's--"
"Shh," you hiss.
Winking at Rose, you put your hand on Mom's other thigh now. The expression on Rose's face is hard to gauge -- trapped between disapproval, jealousy, and debauched curiosity. Mom now is well and truly pinned, and at the mercy of her "thankless" children. She's unable to decide which direction to look: at your leering smile, at Cerise's wolfish grin, or down, at the gentle harassment of your hands creeping their way together up her thighs. She hugs herself -- maybe to shield the upper half of her body if she can't preserve the dignity of her lower half. But Cerise won't let her have even that. She turns in her chair and grabs one of Mom's arms and pries it away. You do the same to her other arm. Together you force Mom to keep her arms at her side -- useless.
"Y-you unruly -- h-horrible b-brats," she stammers.
"Shh," Cerise tells her.
Mom's legs are soft and hot, and in this too-warm theater, a bit slick. Just feeling her up, like this, is enough to make your cock throb its way to stiffness. As your violating hand reveals the waistband of her little black panties -- how nice, that she wore matching underwear -- you appreciate the way the elastic bites into her skin and makes an indentation in the padding of her hips. She's got a motherly body, it's true. And you intend to enjoy it to its fullest extent. It's your right as her son, isn't it?
You grip the elastic now between thumb and forefinger, pull it back, and let it snap against her. It makes an unexpectedly loud noise. Mom winces in pain -- and you wince at the possibility of being seen. You glance quickly this way and that, to confirm that no one noticed. You wince again when you hear Cerise parrot your miniature act of abuse on Mom's opposite side. Mom jolts this time, jerking backward in her seat. Cerise laughs under her breath at Mom's distress.
"Shh," you warn Cerise.
"You two are awful," Rose tells you, but she can't peel her eyes away from what you're doing. Hypocritical bitch.
"Let's take those off," Cerise says, practically growling. You can hear in her voice, how wet she is. Toying with Mom like this is really getting her off.
"Cerise..." Mom murmurs. "You can't--"
"Shh!" Charlotte hisses. Mom bows her head and begins to tremble.
You hook an arm under Mom's knees and lift her just enough off her seat to give Cerise the access she needs. Cerise peels the garment from Mom's butt, then leaning way forward, gets it all the way down her calves. Mom watches it happen, totally defenseless, and plainly frightened.
"All the way off," you whisper in Mom's ear.
Mom nods, and slowly, fumblingly, she lifts both her high-heeled feet from the ground so that Cerise can get her underwear fully removed. Like that, your mother is going nopan in a packed theater in the middle of a play. And because of the work you've already done, her dress is hiked all the way back, and her bare pussy is out in the open. You gently run your fingers through the downy tuft of hair above her vulva.
"I can't believe you..." Mom whispers between gulps.
"She's wet," Cerise tells you, obscenely feeling the crotch of Mom's panties.
"I know," you say, running your fingers across the sticky folds of her labia.
Mom shudders. She wrenches her eyes shut, and lets what's happening happen.
"All right," you tell Rose, "you can play with my cock now."
Rose shakes her head. "No. You're disgusting--"
You grab her hand and roughly direct it towards your crotch. "Shut the fuck up," you order her. "Jerk me off."
"Fuck you. You nasty--"
"Shh!" Charlotte hisses, eyes never leaving the stage.
Cerise, smiling, shrugging, hands you Mom's panties. You know precisely what her idea is, and you've got the same one. You wad them up, tug on Rose's jaw. And as Rose's eyes turn to dinner plates, you shove the soiled garment into her mouth.
You press up against her chin to make sure she doesn't spit it out. She tries to say something, but of course, it's unintelligible.
"Shh," you tell her.
Rose, her eyes going half-lidded as the taste and scent of Mom's cunt invades her brain, at last gets a bit more compliant. She undoes your zipper and frees your straining prick. Such a nice sensation, the open air circulating across it, and the soft pad of Rose's hand curling around it. Dutifully, she begins to tug. She watches with unconcealed lust both the sight of your leaky cock and the sight of Mom's leaky cunt getting poked and prodded by her eldest children.
God gave you two hands, so you'll use them both. You hug Rose around the hips and hike her skirt up without any ado. Like always, the fucking cunt you married was going naked under her skirt, and her pussy is already juiced-up for you. You take a moment to appreciate the contrast of these two pussies as you begin to finger them both. Rose's little twat is tight and rubbery, as slick as any lube-coated synthetic onahole, and totally bald. Mom's is meatier, warmer, stickier -- not as tight, yet somehow clingier. It's twitchier, too, with Cerise's fingers working their magic in tandem with yours. Since you've claimed her maternal pussy for yourself, Cerise has settled on fingering her asshole instead. Together you and your older sister sweetly torment both of your mother's lower holes.
It's having its effect. Mom is writhing around as if in agony from this molestation. Her inner walls are clamping and shuddering against your invading fingers; she bites her hand to keep from crying out. But Cerise, who gets completely demented and prone to throwing caution to the wind, yanks Mom's hand away with an evil smirk. Mom's jaw hangs open in a silent scream while you and Cerise wring an enormous, wet, sloppy orgasm out of her. It squirts from her pussy and stains the red velvet seat, plus the diamond-patterned carpet below.
You nudge Mom's wrist, and guide it to where Rose is still giving you a handjob. Your dick is way too big to be satisfied by just one of Rose's little hands, no matter how soft and practiced it is.
Mom gets the idea, and her hand wraps around your shaft. She and her daughter-in-law find a steady rhythm together, their palms corkscrewing up and down on your meat, giving you the maximum relief possible. It feels fucking great. The pleasure courses through you, from the sensitive tip of your cockhead, down the veiny pole, and into your heavy nuts. There's nothing quite like this feeling, of two women working together to bring your cock off. And in public, no less.
"cerise...?" Gal at last notices the depraved scene playing out right beside her. "what... what are you doing--"
Cerise, her fingers still sawing in and out of the dark pucker of Mom's anus, draws Gal into a lingering kiss. She tenderly strokes her hair. "Play with my cunt for me, babe," she instructs.
Gal nods her understanding. Her hand snakes down between the two of them, and unclasps Cerise's shorts, and finds its way inside. Cerise sighs a sigh of deep contentment. "That's it, babe. Bring me off."
Cerise has got your same commitment to using her natural blessings. Her free hand finds its way down to Gal's pussy, too. Suddenly the five of you have become an interlinked, incestuous chain of busy fingers.
Cerise is getting even hornier with Gal's fingers up her cunt, and that's making her bolder. "Take... take her dress off," she gulps.
"What?" You whisper back. "Right here?"
"Shh!" Charlotte hisses.
Cerise nods. Mom, who resigned herself to being lewdly masturbated in public, panics anew at this suggestion. You have this row to yourselves right now, but there are plenty of people behind you -- and of course, the players on the stage -- not to mention other rows of viewers at your level, separated by the aisles. There are eyes all around. For her to get fully nude would be insanity. Surely someone would notice.
But you and Cerise are already pulling her dress up and off of her sweaty body. You reason to yourself that she was embarrassed to be overdressed anyway -- right? You're just being a courteous son. You do it as clandestinely as possible, trying not to raise the suspicions of anyone nearby. The darkness helps. Mom's dress clings to her, and doesn't want to come loose, but you force it, pulling it inside-out as you do. Her soft tummy, her hourglass waist, her meaty tits, all breathe free. She has her bra on, still, albeit a couple sizes too small. And her heels, too. But otherwise she's stark naked, right here in the theater.
"P-please..." she says. "N-not this..."
You cruelly smile, and toss the dress to the ground. She shivers in disbelief. But she grasps your cock again, and continues to jerk you off without being instructed. She may resist, but it's clear that she loves this perversion as much as you.
It's actually quite easy not to be seen by anyone in the audience. It's so dark in here, and no one is looking at you anyway. But you don't have any cover from the actors. King Lear himself, in the middle of one of his soliloquys, notices it first. It makes him choke on his lines: "No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even the natural fool of fortune. Use me well-- ghh-- what the--"
He's a consummate pro, though. He recomposes himself and powers through. The actors, although fully aware now of the depravity happening below them, just keep acting.
It's only at this moment that Charlotte -- suspicions perhaps flagged by the actors' momentary shock -- notices what's going on beside her. She turns to shush you, but finds herself gobsmacked instead. "Sh-- oh... oh, oh *my*..."
This is a brand new flavor of humiliation for Rose. She looks her mother in the eyes, mouth still stuffed with a sodden pair of panties, hand still jerking on your turgid dick.
Charlotte smiles at her.
"Alabaster..." Charlotte whispers huskily. "Couldn't you wait until after the play was over?"
"No," you grunt, jutting your hips forward, enjoying the twin handjob you're receiving. Charlotte stares unabashed down at your drooling dick, and licks her lips.
"You're not going to waste it, are you?" She asks.
"Waste what?" You ask, slow on the uptake.
"All that cum, honey. You're not just going to shoot it in their hands, are you? That would be such a waste."
"Mmf--" Rose groans through the gag, shaking her head, red as a tomato, trying to protest. She doesn't want her mother seeing her like this.
You laugh at Charlotte. "You want me to fuck you again, huh? That's what this is."
"Oh my, no," Charlotte says, "not right now, anyway. You need to cum inside your wife tonight."
Rose's eyes bulge.
"She's particularly fertile today, I think... your first load should definitely go inside her."
Rose gazes back at Charlotte in shock. Charlotte lovingly pets her. "Shh," she coos, "it's fine. You want Alabaster to impregnate you, don't you? Be honest with yourself."
"I can't fuck her right here," you insist.
Charlotte looks furtively all around, then back down at you. "It's fine," she says, "as long as you do it down there." She nods at the ground. "No one will see. Trust me."
Even as she says this, she's getting down onto the ground herself -- sliding out of her chair, and then pulling her daughter down with her. Rose is violently shaking her head again, begging no -- but she isn't doing anything to actually resist this.
Charlotte, on her knees, with Rose's head resting in her lap, beckons to you. "Come here, honey... come here and fuck. Fuck her pregnant. You know you want to."
You glance back to the others. Cerise is a little disgruntled that you'll probably be blowing yet another load inside Rose tonight. Gal is too lost in pleasure to care what Sir does with his jizz.
Mom is the most conflicted of all. She's still jerking you off, but she's looking down with interest at where Rose lies, gagged, legs spread, skirt hitched, wet pussy on display. Her lower lip is quavering as you continue to finger her. She wants to see it, you can tell. She wants to see her son knock a girl up. Even a girl she mostly disapproves of.
You get down onto the ground, and line your cock up with Rose's swampy cunt. You stare into her wide hazel eyes.
"Alfffabbsffter," she mumbles through the wadded-up satin of your mother's underwear.
"Shh," you hiss back, "get pregnant."
You grab her by both her thick thighs, force her legs even wider, and sink your cock into the lovely, hot confines of her vagina. You begin to saw in and out without a care in the world. Charlotte, petting her daughter tenderly, eggs you on: "That's it. Fuck her nice and hard... make sure you cum as deep as possible. Don't let a single drop get out. It has to go inside... *all* of it... that's the best way..."
Mom, idly rubbing her own enormous breasts, watches. You hear a pained sort of whine escape her lips. Her horny cunt no longer has anyone paying attention to it. Cerise nudges Gal and directs her down -- soon your favorite ginger slavegirl is joining you on the ground. Her head goes between Mom's naked legs, and her mouth opens wide. And then Mom learns firsthand what an accomplished cunt-sucker her daughter's wife truly is. Cerise holds Gal by the back of the head and presses her face into Mom's crotch to get Gal's tongue buried just as deep as it can go. Gal, glasses steaming over, eats her out enthusiastically. There isn't much she likes better than licking pussy.
"Oh my god..." Mom sighs. "No wonder..." But she doesn't finish that thought. She just basks in it. She presses her jiggling thighs on either side of Gal's ears and squeezes, trying to trap that sensation. Gal, who's used to having her air cut off, just keeps licking. Cerise is proud of her handiwork, and masturbates while she watches.
With you lying on top of Rose, Charlotte can reach far enough to cup the globes of your ass. Even through your trousers, it's a strangely erotic thrill. She presses you firmly against her daughter.
"You have to get deep inside, honey, remember..." she instructs, voice sounding a bit high and dizzy. "It's no good if you don't get your entire dick inside her... you need to *really* use her, completely..."
Rose is breathing ragged as you do your best to fuck her completely, the way Charlotte told you to. You clasp Rose's tiny chin, pull her face towards yours, and kiss her. Through the drool- and cream-coated wad of your mother's underwear, your tongues wriggle out, and press together. Although there is no direct contact, you enjoy the kiss all the same, as the two of you suck on your dear Okaa-san's panties. Mom's earthy scent and tangy taste blends with Rose's to send your lizard brain into overdrive. Your hips are a blur on top of her as you bottom out with every stroke and rail her as deeply as you can. Your entire cock buzzes with the pleasure of raw fucking.
Mom, meanwhile, is cumming unashamedly on Gal's face. Reaching behind herself, she undoes the clasp on her bra, and lets her knockers hang free. An exhibitionist at heart, at last. She slumps forward in her chair, letting her legs hang wide open, and smiles down at you. Gal laps up her cum, as obedient as ever. Cerise, watching this, cums in her shorts, strumming her clit to a series of little orgasms that leave a visible wet spot in the denim. The force of the cum makes her grit her teeth in pleasure, eyeballs rolling to the back of her skull.
With Gal's tongue wagging back and forth from her asshole to her still-cummy twat, Mom sighs and joins Charlotte in encouraging you young newlyweds. "Fuck her, Alabaster... don't be gentle..."
But un-gentle is exactly what Rose likes. Her cunt is gushing and spasming all around your rampant battering ram of a dick. Her mouth is hungrily mating with yours through the gag. Charlotte, grinning, pets the sides of her daughter's face with two flattened palms. "See?" She whispers to Rose. "Isn't that nice? Doesn't that feel good?"
Rose nods.
"Doesn't getting pregnant feel good?"
Rose nods again, even more enthusiastic.
Cerise, hungry, and still in a somewhat sadistic mood, joins her wife between Mom's legs. They take turns pleasuring her cunt with their mouths and fingers, giggling like a couple of naughty schoolgirls at Mom's little squeaks and pips of over-sensitive enjoyment. They reach up, too, and fondle her udders -- just for the perverted fun of it.
With the full approval of both Mom and Charlotte, you know you're about to lose your load inside Rose's unprotected pussy. You try to stave it off, not because you're having second thoughts, but just because you want to ride out this utter bliss as long as possible. But you're at your limit. You feel the cum surging through your nuts, and then without warning it's sloshing around inside Rose's fertile womb.
The way you and Rose tense together at your climax, the way you groan long and almost painfully into her mouth, "mmmmmmmffffff..." -- the way you stop moving, to keep yourself seated inside her deepest parts -- all of this makes it obvious to Mom and Charlotte that you're ejaculating right now. They coo and murmur their happiness at seeing it. "That's so nice, isn't it..." Charlotte says with particularly long, loving pets of Rose's face. "Just let it happen, baby... get pregnant, okay?..."
Mom is nothing but agreement as Cerise and Gal suck her off. "Yes... yes... get fucking pregnant..."
When at last you finish cumming, Charlotte pets you instead, drawing your face up to look at her. "You're not done yet, are you?" She says gently.
"I..." you pant. "But..."
"Shh," Charlotte says. "Just keep going. You have to make sure it takes."
You miss Act V.