When you checked up on Daddy via your evil eye the other night, you got an eyeful, all right: you found out that the relationship between him and Mom is anything but wholesome. More like holesome. You weren't surprised -- after all, he fucks his sisters, and his cousin-slash-stepmom, and he's married to his cousin-once-removed for pete's sake. And his cock always gets extra big and hard and red and angry when you call him Daddy. What's a little extra incest on top of all that?
You saw Mom in a new light that night. Would you really fuck her? Oh yeah. She's got a nice fat ass, and she's fun to bully: you've learned both these facts well. Why not join in on the fun? You're horny enough... and that kind of degeneracy gets your cunt wet, too. Maybe it runs in the family.
Mom is sitting on her bed, reading a book, when you go into her room. She hasn't gotten undressed at all, save for taking off her shoes at the front door, and she has her legs curled up under her butt.
"Amber," she says warmly as you saunter up and sit down on the bed. She sets the book aside. "How was your day?"
"I dropped out."
She shakes her head. "Why are you always so sarcastic? ... And is that cigarette smoke I smell? Have you been smoking again, young lady?"
"Don't tease me, Mom," you complain. "I'm still sad about my eye and all... isn't it natural for me to act out?"
She hugs you close to her bosom. You've still got it, Amber Catachresis, you know how to manipulate your mother. You hug her back and nuzzle her sweater puppies. She smells really good. That perfume she uses has always been a favorite of yours, too... you should try it out yourself one of these days.
"It's a nasty habit," Mom tells you. She kisses you on the crown of your head. "You don't want to wind up like that Renee tramp who's coming to live here, do you? Smelling like cigarettes and cheap whiskey all the time?"
You shrug. The two of you stay there like that for a while, half-lying, half-sitting in bed, hugging. It's a perfectly Hallmark mother-daughter moment. Of course what's not Hallmark about it is the wet spot spreading in the crotch of your striped panties. With your legs curled up like this, Mom can't see -- but she'll be sure to notice it the moment you get up. That's your plan, though.
You gaze up into her eyes. "Long day?" You ask her.
"Always," she says. "I work my butt off every day for all these people and how do they thank me? Asking me to work even *more*, the very second I get home! It's absurd!"
"Well I'm thankful for ya," you say with a cheeky grin. A beat passes, then you ask her: "need a massage?"
"Well, I am really sore," she admits. "If you're offering -- at least one of my children is grateful."
She uses her toes to kick off her socks, first one and then the other. Guess she wants you to focus on her feet first -- fine by you. You release your grip on her soft midsection and crawl across the bed on hands and knees, down by where her legs are. This position puts your butt pretty prominently in the air, impossible for her to ignore. It's a sight that has seduced more than one person in the past, the peach-shaped curve of your ass and thighs, the way the cotton clings to the folds of your little pussy, the way the dampness stains the garment darkly. Now let's see if it's powerful enough to seduce your own mother.
"Amber..." she whispers, and then her breath catches, as you wrap your fingers around the arch of her right foot. You're not surprised at all: it's as pliable as the rest of her body. No wonder she's so good at making desserts. It's like she's filled with jelly.
As you slowly begin to massage her feet, you shake your butt back and forth. Only a little, and not very fast, as if you're doing it absentmindedly -- swaying it side to side like a hypnotist's pendulum. You know it's having the effect you want. You can feel her eyes staring at your ass, and you just know she must be thinking some very unmotherly thoughts. She's mentally undressing you... what a perverted woman.
"The truth is," you say softly, and brush your fingers across the sole of her foot in a way that makes her jerk back, "I wanted to talk to you about something really important. Well... you and Alabaster... do you mind if I get him?"
You look back at her. Her face is a deep crimson and she's chewing her lip. "I... well, I'm very tired... maybe I should take a nap first..."
Yep. You're making her wet, all right.
You run a hand up her calf, and further north, towards her thigh, never breaking eye contact. "I think you'll want to hear this," you tell her. "Why don't you get comfy, huh?"
"C-comfy...?"
You use both hands to reach out and unclasp the brass button of her jeans. Like dough suddenly expanding, her waist and tummy break free of their tight denim confines. That must be such a relief. You know, because despite herself, she sighs contentedly.
"Did you know I'm sleeping with Alabaster?" You suddenly ask her.
Her eyes widen. "W-what? You-- no..."
"I sleep in his bed most nights." You let that one sink in, then the coup de grace: "He fucks me, too."
"Amber..." she breathes. "But... you're like siblings... and you're underage... that's..."
You bat your eyelashes. "You don't approve?" She shakes her head. "You don't approve of Alabaster putting his cock in me? Cumming inside me? But you like it so much when he does it with Cerise, don't you?"
She's breathing heavy, as you run a hand under the thick wool of her sweater and poke her soft belly. Guess that's why they're called sweaters -- she's really sweaty under there.
"When he fucks me... I like to call him Daddy."
Mom takes a shuddering inhalation, and moans.
"I'll go get him," you tell her.
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You follow the sound of Amber's shouted "Daddy!" back to its source. What a stupid girl, calling you that so loudly. She's getting out of hand lately... you need to reel her back in.
You're mortified to discover that she's standing at the entrance to Mom's room -- and that Mom is in there, lying on the bed. "What's gotten into you?" You hiss at her. She tugs you by the wrist, past the threshold, and shuts the door.
Mom looks exhausted and agitated, disheveled. "Has she been bugging you?" You ask her.
"S-sort of," Mom says.
"Sit! Sit!" Amber insists, pushing you towards the bed. Just to shut her up, you sit.
"I'll get her out of your hair," you tell Mom. "I needed to talk to her anyway." You look at Amber angrily: "Someone's been smoking inside."
"Uh huh," Amber agrees. She circles around to the other side of the bed, and then: she jumps. She takes a running jump, and belly flops, landing right across your lap. The globes of her tight ass jiggle from the momentum of it, barely covered by her underwear, and you can't help staring, even as you let out a surprised grunt.
Mom is leaning forward now, on her balled-up fists, watching. "Alabaster..." she says. "Is it... are you really--"
"I dropped out of school, too!" Amber tells you.
"What?" You and Mom demand at the same time.
"It's true!" She looks at you over her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "I thought you should both know it. I've been reee-eeeally bad, huh." She begins to hump herself up and down on your knees, which sets her ass to jiggling again. "Spank me," she says. "Spank me! Spank me!"
Mom is beside herself with conflicting emotions. You don't know what to say to her, or how to explain this bratty behavior she's seeing from her daughter. She watches on, helpless. "Amber," she says, "--what on Earth -- why are you--"
"Spank me, Daddy! Spank me!"
Finally, you snap. You shut her up by wrapping a hand tightly over her mouth. Her body, across your lap, goes stiff. You raise your flattened palm high over your head and bring it down against her little ass as hard you can. She asked for it. The smack resonates through the cozy bedroom, and you just know she really felt that one. The gasp she makes, almost totally muted by your hand covering her lips, sends a couple drops of spittle flying out from between your fingers. Her ass, the portion of it you can see under the wet fabric of her panties, is already turning color.
"Are you really... having sex with her...?" Mom asks you.
Amber begins to try and get up, attempting to raise herself off your lap. This draws your attention away from Mom, and back at her. Roughly, you force her down again. You take your hand to her a second time, even harder than the first -- you spank her red and raw. Her small but plump legs go rigid, and kick, and she screams bloody murder into the muzzle of your palm.
When you let go of her mouth, she yells painfully: "Okay! Okay! That's enough! I learned my lesson!"
You grab the waistband of her panties and yank, baring her ass. Her hairless underage pussy is visible, and her tight asshole, too.
"Wait--!" Amber pleads. "Not that!"
Too late. You unleash a savage barrage of spanks. You beat her with your open palm, both sides of her naked butt. And also the insides of her thighs, and the backs of her thighs, and even her wet cunt. You spank her bare wet cunt as hard as the rest of her. You beat her brutally, filling the room with meaty slapping noises, until her lower half is as red as a tomato. Then you keep beating her some more. So she wanted some punishment in her life? You're gonna give it to her. She cries out with every blow, but her pussy creams up more and more. Mom watches wordlessly, neither encouraging it nor trying to make you stop.
Your cock is really fucking hard by this point, and your lizard brain has taken control. Grunting, you reach down and unzip your fly and let your cock spring free. It juts up from your lap at full attention and rests against Amber's side. The red cockhead is peeking up, oozing precum, in plain view of Mom. The pressure of Amber's weight pressing against the sensitive underside of it is a nice tease.
"That's enough..." Amber pants. "Please... I get it, okay... please, Daddy--"
You use both hands to pry the cheeks of her ass apart and gaze down at the lovely pale pucker of her anus. Gal's cruelty earlier has rubbed off on you, clearly: you press a couple fingers together and jab them into her rear hole. You go in dry, and have no mercy on her.
"Ow!" Amber yells. "Ow, ow! It hurts!"
Mom leans in and takes Amber's face in her hands. Amber looks up at her forlornly. "Make him stop..." she snivels, pitiful and whiny.
Gently, Mom tells her: "I'm sorry, honey. You need to learn your lesson."
That's full permission to keep going. You continue to molest Amber's asshole, and you add the fingers of your other hand to her sore cunt. The Daddy she so wanted to spank her, now is taking full liberty of both her lower orifices, viciously toying with them even as they still sting from the abuse of the spanking.
Amber, defeated, slumps her shoulders. Mom pets the top of her head like she's a puppy. Then, reaching over her back, she tickles your cockhead with her dainty fingers.
"You really are having sex with her..." she says. Her voice is husky, turned-on.
You nod. "How could I not... when she comes after me like this... she's just begging to get fucked, all the time..."
She strokes your cheek now. "It's fine, dear, I understand. Amber turned out to be a slut... it's not your fault."
"Sorry she annoyed you so much," you say, "I'll get her out of here -- take her back to my room. I need to keep punishing her."
Mom smiles. "Why would you go through all that trouble?"
Even as you continue to mash your fingers in and out of Amber's soft, flexible fuckholes, you raise an eyebrow at Mom.
"Don't waste your energy," she says. "You can fuck her right here, if you want... fuck her in my bed, honey."
A little dribble of slime squirts from the head of your prick.
You dump Amber onto her stomach on the bed. As you climb after her, walking on your knees, Mom gets behind you. She rests her chin on your shoulder and undoes your pants, and helps you get out of them. Then she helps you out of your boxers too, taking a moment to tug on your meaty dick from behind -- both her soft hands wrapped around your shaft, coaxing out a little more precum in the process. Getting you even harder to fuck her daughter.
She doesn't stop there. She circles Amber now, straddles her back, and wraps her hands around your hips. She tugs you forward and gets her lips around you dick. There's something almost impossibly sexy about Mom's blowjob face. The way it makes her features contort and elongate as she sucks on you, staring into your eyes the whole time. She's an expert at it. She can get your meat all the way to the back of her velvety throat without gagging. You feel her uvula tickle you and her gullet undulating as she swallows around you. It's a technique almost as good as Whitney's. She kneads your balls with one hand, as if to stir up the cum inside and get it primed to go. If she doesn't stop soon, you know you'll blow your load in her mouth... which she realizes too, because reluctantly, she pulls off of you.
She cranes her neck down, and spreads Amber's ass, fingernails pressing hard against the tenderized flesh. She slackens her jaw and lets a long, slow stream of her saliva, mixed up with your precum, ooze down onto Amber's asshole. With a couple fingers, she rubs it all in. She isn't gentle about it.
You spread Amber's legs a bit wider using your knees, get over top of her. You grip your cock to hold it steady and mount her.
"Daddy-- wait--!!"
You don't wait. You plunge in, and fuck your dick up into her soft, hot ass. "Fuck," you pant, unable to contain your enjoyment at seating yourself inside this hole of hers. The dirtiness of doing this right in front of your mother only makes it all the better. You hump Amber's ass so hard the bed thuds against the floor with every thrust, and take your pleasure from her lithe body. She buries her face into the bedsheets, biting them, her hands gripping them tightly.
Mom hurriedly kicks off her clothes -- sweater, bra, jeans and panties. She gets fully nude, and you can see how wet her pussy has gotten from watching you rape her daughter. The hair above her cunt is matted down with her arousal and her pussy lips are bloomed open, dripping. She sits back, propped on a pillow, and spreads her legs on either side of Amber's face. When Amber looks up, she has a faceful of Mom's horny cunt.
"You didn't finish your massage..." Mom says, voice smoky. "I need a massage here, too... use your mouth..." She points at her mommyhole.
Amber is in no position to say no. As you assfuck her, she nestles her face in Mom's crotch and obediently begins to lick. All the fight is gone from her. She breathes deeply of Mom's scent, nose against Mom's clit, and licks her out. With the two of you working her over from both sides, it's not long before you're both cumming. You cum all over the little bitch -- Mom squirting her cum across Amber's head as she rubs her own clit to help herself along; you pumping a nice hot load into her bowels. Her ass flutters and clamps around you, and you hear her muffled cries of "Daddy--!!" being shouted right into your mother's orgasming pussy. Amber's own cute little pussy is getting the bed wet, too. She's cumming herself stupid from her punishment. Maybe this was the wrong way to teach her?
Mom doesn't seem to care, anyway. She's holding Amber's ears and rubbing herself against Amber's face like a bitch on heat. So you don't care, either. You smile and keep fucking in and out of Amber's cummy, slutty little asshole. Since you and Mom took your edge off by using Amber as cum-toilet once, you're both a bit gentler for round 2. But only just a bit.