Little Sister's Horny Passion
Maria Reenburg
I was trembling in delight as Mom sat down at the conference table in my father's office at the State Capitol building. His secretary, that whore-bitch Vanessa, was sitting across from Mom, the cunt looking arrogant like she had nothing to fear. She had her arms crossed beneath her boobs, lifting those fake tits and thrusting them out before her, her stretchy top barely constraining them. A haughty sneer curled her lips, her ebony face appearing unafraid. She hardly glanced at the thick legal document, wrapped in a blue folder, my mom had dropped on the table.
My brother loomed in the doorway, dressed like a suave stud in his suit. He had even more confidence now. Last night, he'd learned he'd bred Mom. Just thinking about it made my pussy grow wet, soaking my panties.
"Well," Vanessa said, "let's talk."
My mom had such a big smile on her face. She looked at once sexy and powerful, a high-priced lawyer in her element. She had a low-cut blouse, silk and satin-blue, that cradled her large breasts. Her dark-gray blazer framed those lush titties. Her blonde hair spilled down around her face in lush curls. Her blue eyes were bright. They were piercing.
They were powerful.
I trembled, my short skirt swaying about my thighs as I brimmed in excitement. This was it. I licked my lips, tasting Vanessa's tangy juices. She had made me eat her pussy out
again
after Dad fucked her. For the last two weeks, I had to keep doing it to lull Vanessa into complacency so we could pounce on her.
It sucked. I hated that I had to do it, but the entire time I knew Mom would destroy Vanessa. My mom would free our family from this manipulative bitch. Daddy was such an idiot for sticking his cock in her. He should have been sticking his cock in
me!
Or at least Mom.
Vanessa squirmed as Mom stared at her. I loved it. Vanessa was trying to act calm and cool, but I could see the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. I watched her breasts rising and falling faster and faster. Her chair creaked as she shifted.
The squeak of her seat made me smile.
"Well?" Vanessa asked. "You're pissed because your daughter's got a taste for pussy? That she likes going down on my snatch."
My mom arched an eyebrow.
"Or is it that I'm fucking your husband?" Vanessa leaned over, those big, fake tits cradled on her forearms. She was showing them off. It was so obvious that she was proud of her breasts and was throwing those fake things in Mom's face.
Mom's lips twitched, a smile forming.
"Huh?" Vanessa asked. "Did you know your little girl wants to fuck him, too. That she
voluntarily
eats my pussy clean of his cum. She can't wait to get a taste of Daddy. She's a little whore for him. Great job raising her."
Mom's smile grew larger, intense. She sat there back-straight. She looked in control.
Vanessa leaned back. "Is this silent treatment supposed to scare me?" She flicked her eyes to the thick legal document. "Or that pile of bullshit you got there."
Vanessa squirmed in her chair. Her breasts jiggled.
This was so amazing. A bead of sweat ran down her dark skin. Her weave of hair swayed around her shoulders. She put on a sneer. She was posing. It was great. She glanced at her nails, pretending that she was unconcerned.
But her lower lip quivered.
"I'm not going to stop fucking your husband," she said. "He likes my pussy more than yours. Deal with it. And if you
threaten
me, I'll go to the press and show the world what your husband is. I'll destroy your family."
My mom opened the folder. "This is a non-disclosure agreement," my mom said. "Sign it, and no one will know that you were blackmailing my daughter into sex multiple times."
Vanessa snorted. "You got no proof. It'll just make the scandal that more salacious."
My mom paused. Her smile grew. "I also won't report your embezzling."
Vanessa stiffened. "What?"
My mom flipped through the document's pages. She stopped on a spreadsheet and turned her file folder around. It was a list of numbers. My mom slid down the numbers on the side, stopping at those that were highlighted. "See these numbers going into your account."
Vanessa shifted. "Just normal moving money around and--"
"My husband might be thinking with his dick," Mom said, her voice pure honey, "that he doesn't realize you were stealing from his campaign finance, but I'm not. This is prison time if I report this to the US Attorney."
"You're bluffing," Vanessa said. "You won't tell because I'll reveal the affair."
My mom shrugged. "Won't stop you from being prosecuted and going to prison. This is a lot of money. 2.3 million you've siphoned off. Quite the little nest egg you're building."
Vanessa bit her lip.
"One call," my mom said as she pulled out her phone from her purse and held it out before her, "to the US Attorney, and you are buried neck-deep in misery. I have his number right here. Darin Riker. His wife is named Missy. We get together for brunch twice a month. I have his personal number. No secretaries or anything between us. When he learns what I found... Well, he'll have fun putting you away.
"It'll look good for his career."
I quivered with excitement. Mom arched an eyebrow while a panicked look appeared on Vanessa's face. Her head tossed back and forth like she was a rabbit struggling to find a way out of the trap. She glanced from side to side. Then locked on the door.
"Sign this form, return the money, and you can walk out of here," Mom said. "No prison. Nothing. You just promise never to speak of it. You'll get your severance. You can find a new job. No one will know what you've done. You keep quiet, and this goes away.