My Mom Is a Slut

Sandy's eyes followed her dad out of the room, holding Master Nathan's hand like an errant child as he went. Having just heard the sounds her mother had made whilst in the bedroom with Master, she quickly began to wonder what was in store for him. Steven meanwhile couldn't take his eyes off his mother as she remained on all fours in front of Mistress Erin. The view was better than any porn he had ever seen. His mother's curvy ass cheeks naturally parted perfectly to expose her anal star, and her creamy pussy lips were still parted from the pounding Master had just given her. Steven also wondered briefly what was in store for his father, being lead away just like his mother before him, and he wondered if the trail of cum leaking from his mother's pussy was a good indication of what that may entail.

From the opposite sofa Mistress Erin watched the two teens, smiling at the ever larger tent in young Steven's pants, and seeing Sandy's eyes slowly returning from the doorway to look at her, and then down to her mother's exposed ass. "Did you miss Master's cock, my slutty slave?" She asked of her pet.

"Yes, Mistress, i missed Master's cock, a lot," slave maryanne answered with barely any hesitation. The slave was trying her hardest not to think about the 2 sets of eyes on her at that moment as she felt Master's cum leaking down her legs, and the image that her body must be presenting to them, even though such a task was near impossible.

"We heard how much you enjoyed Master's cock, didn't we kids?" Mistress posed the question, not expecting a reply.

"Yes," Steven answered almost as if in a trance, before checking himself and staring awkwardly at the floor.

Sandy glared at her brother, as if his admission had in some way betrayed her.

Mistress tilted her head as she eyed off Sandy. "Sex should be enjoyed, and what better way to let people know how much you have enjoyed it than to be loud about it?" she posited with a grin.

Mistress locked her eyes on her sexy slave. "I enjoyed listening to Master Nathan enjoying you. It made me feel very excited knowing you were pleasing him, and it made poor slave aaron so horny, too." She glanced mischievously at the twins. "Normally right now I'd have you find out just how excited it made me..." Mistress Erin's legs parted suggestively.

At that moment, as before, they heard a loud slapping sound coming from the bedroom, followed by their father's voice, counting. Another slap was followed by another number, and another, and another, till the count of 10. Sandy slowly cast her eyes back to her mother's ass, and noted for the first time how red her cheeks appeared compared to the rest of her bared flesh. The connection between what they had heard earlier, and the obvious results before her eyes, suddenly made Sandy feel incredibly uncomfortable as she predicted what sounds may soon follow the spanking that Master had just administered to her father - her sweet dear father - sounds that she knew she did not want to hear.

Abruptly Sandy stood. "I'm tired, I'm going to bed." She began to walk out of the room, causing slave maryanne and Mistress Erin to exchange a glance, before slave maryanne halted her.

"Sandy," she called out, still down on all fours.

Sandy halted, but didn't turn around to face her mother.

"Your father is going to need Steven's bedroom to sleep in this weekend." The comment was equally made to Steven. "So, Steven will have to bunk in with you, okay?"

"Fine," Sandy replied, still without turning around, wanting desperately to be gone before the noises could start. She hurriedly left the room.

"Hmm," Mistress pondered, staring after the departing young woman.

From the master bedroom Steven could hear Master saying something to his father, but couldn't make out the words. Still on the floor, having turned her body toward her fleeing daughter, slave maryanne now had no illusion to the fact that her son was staring at her body, her breasts swaying under her. A timid smile crossed her lips as she gave him a little nod, before he quickly averted his gaze.

Mistress Erin, still holding slave maryanne's leash, slowly stood from her seat and crossed over to sit where Sandy had been, next to Steven. As she wandered over, slave maryanne followed as the leash tugged at her collar. Steven's eyes were again on his mother, the view of her breasts intoxicating to his teenage mind, even though he could now do little to hide where his gaze was falling with his mom so close. He felt Mistress Erin awaiting his attention, and tore his eyes from his mother's body to see what the slightly older lady wanted from him.

Mistress placed her hand on Steven's arm. "I understand you're the 'big brother' here, yes?"

"Yes, by 10 minutes." he confirmed.

"Your sister really needs you tonight, Steven. She needs her big brother. This week has been a tremendous shock for her, and clearly we've gone a little too far, too fast for her. Though - " she moved his arm a little with her hand, and gave his tented pants a pointed glance, "Perhaps not too fast for you, I suspect?"

Steven's face again flushed at having his erection highlighted, feeling a huge sense of shame at being so erect because of his own mother.

Mistress put a finger on his chin and brought his face up to hers. "Don't be ashamed of being aroused, Steven. Your mother is a very sensual, sexual, attractive women. Yes?"

Steven nodded his head, but Mistress shook a finger. "Answer properly, please."

"Yes, she is a beautiful woman," he admitted, and gave his naked mother a shy smile.

"Good boy," Mistress smiled at him. "And here she is, naked before you, having just declared how much she enjoyed being fucked by my husband."

There was no real question here, but Steven still answered, "Yes."

"And I know you liked seeing his cum running out of your mother's horny cunt, didn't you?" Mistress Erin didn't let the boy avert his gaze.

"I did," came his shy response.

Mistress gave him a warm smile, and petted her slave. "Such a good boy you have there, slave." She turned back to Steven. "You were hoping to see your mother lick my pussy, weren't you, Steven? I know, all boys love some girl on girl action. But not tonight. Now, why don't you go and get ready for bed, and then go join your sister in her room."

Slowly standing up, Steven momentarily wondered why he was obeying this woman, but a quick glance at his mother reassured him she was right. Sandy was upset, and he knew that at the moment - the last person she would want to see was either their mother, or father, and certainly not Master Nathan or Mistress Erin.

"Um, okay, well - good night then." Steven looked down at his mother. "Goodnight, mom." He quickly bent down and gave her a kiss on her cheek, and instantly became hard again.

As he walked toward the door to the hallway, Mistress called out to him. "And Steven, keep it in your pants. She needs a big brother, not a horny one." Steven stopped and turned, his brow furrowing at the implication of impropriety toward his own sister. "Yes?" Mistress prompted him to reply.

"Yes," he muttered, nodding his head, and continued walking.

As he reached his parents bedroom, he heard a long low moan. He paused and listened. He could hear his father mumbling, muttering, "Yes Master, oh god, you're so deep." Steven felt butterflies in his stomach as he eavesdropped, knowing he was hearing such an intimate moment. He noticed that the master bedroom door was slightly ajar. All the better for sound to escape, he thought. For a moment he considered going to peep inside... but as his pants brushed over his hard erection, he instead rushed to his bedroom.

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When Steven knocked on the door to Sandy's bedroom, there was no answer. He was wearing the boxers that he normally wore to bed, but also for the sake of modesty given he was going to be sleeping with his sister, he also had thrown on a singlet. In fact, he normally slept naked, but today would not be a normal night. He knocked again, but still there was no answer. Hesitating a moment, he opened the door and glanced inside. Sandy was laying in her bed, with her headphones turned up so loud he could hear the music from the doorway. "Oh," he thought to himself, as he peered at the common wall between Sandy's room and the master bedroom. He could hear the obvious sounds of Master and his father engaged in sex, though they were more subdued compared to the sexual cacophony their mother had made earlier.

Steven waved at his sister a little awkwardly and crossed to her bed. They had often shared a tent when going camping, and even shared a bed several times when they were younger on holidays, but this was a little unusual for both of them. Sandy attempted a smile, and started to take the headphones off her head. Hearing the sexual noises again, she put them back on with a pouting frown, but turned the volume down so she could talk to her brother.

"Do you want me to - " Steven flopped on the bed, his feet up near his sister's face. "Top n tail?" he asked her.

"I don't want your stinky feet in my face all night!"

Steven crawled himself round on her bed til he was right way up.

"Just get in," Sandy told him, and Steven obeyed, climbing under the covers with her.

She nibbled her lip for a moment. "Did they... talk about me after I left?" Sandy quietly asked her brother.

Through the wall they both heard a series of grunts, and tried to ignore them.

Steven frowned. "Mis, er - Erin was worried that they'd upset you."

"Bit late for that!" she retorted, then stared at her covered toes. "I can't believe mom let him walk her around like a dog... naked."

"What were you expecting?" her brother replied.

"Mom said no nudity. She said they weren't getting naked in front of us. She said it like 37 times! She lied!"

Steven thought on this for a moment. "Maybe she was telling you the truth, but - the truth changed?"

"How does the truth change, Stevie?" Sandy asked her brother.

"What I mean is - When she told you she wouldn't be naked, that's what she believed was going to happen."

Sandy shrugged.

"Did... did you see... mom didn't make him wear a condom..."

Steven chortled. "That was pretty hard to miss."

Sandy gave her brother a shove. "Yeah, kinda like it was hard to miss how hard you got seeing mom naked!"

Her brother blushed fiercely at her observation. "Well... I'm only human. And... mom is - well she's a very sensual lady. Don't tell me you didn't get even a little bit excited, too?"

This time Sandy blushed. Steven gave her a playful shove. "You didn't, didn't you?"

"I just - "

"Admit it. You got excited, too."

"I got excited, too." Sandy whispered her reply.

From the master bedroom came the unmistakable sound of a male grunting in orgasm. They both stared at the wall not entirely sure who had made it. Steven hoped that his sister hadn't noticed what was happening to the covers on his side of the bed.

"Sounds like someone's excited in there." Sandy said quietly.

"Sandy... you know he's still our dad, and - what Nathan said at dinner - if dad is happy, and not being forced, then..."

Sandy shrugged again. "Do you think that mom and Mrs Long-Legs do it too?"

"I'm sure they do..." he answered honestly.

His sister lapsed into silence.

Steven turned to face his sister, gave her a peck on her forehead and went to put his arms around her. "It's okay, we're all human here," he smiled.

Sandy hesitated at his open arms. "You aren't still aroused now, are you?" she half joked.

"No," he replied. "I took care of it when I got changed," he grinned sheepishly.

"Eww! Well, no doing any of that in my bed tonight, big brother!" She finally accepted his embrace, and they held each other for a long moment.

Sandy took her headphones off finally and snuggled down under the covers, turning to face away from her brother. He also settled into the bed, before Sandy suddenly reached an arm back and hunted until she found his hand, and pulled on it until he moved closer to her. He cuddled up to his sister, though mindfully kept his waist at a distance so as to not rub up against her ass with his hard cock.

Laying there with his cute sister, in her bed, having just seen his naked, freshly fucked mother paraded around like a sex object, and then hearing his father perform just as wantonly in the room mere feet away, he couldn't help but want to jerk his cock again, but his sister needed him to be a bigger man than that. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered what the next day would hold for them.

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When Sandy woke her bedroom was in total darkness. She had been dreaming. Even as the dream slipped away, she knew it had been an erotic dream. It must have been several hours at least since she had gone to bed with Steven. The first thing that she noticed was that he was no longer spooning her. The second thing she noticed was his gentle but persistent snoring. Not as loud as her father who she often heard through the wall, but the sound was so close to her, she could tell Steven was laying on his back even though she couldn't see him. The third thing she noticed was the moaning.

Not as obviously bombastic as earlier, she could hear her mother making consistent and persistent little gasps and gapes; Master, she surmised, must be having sex with her again. Unlike when she had been sitting listening in the living room, this felt very intimate. As she lay there in her bed listening to her brother's snores, and her mother's moans, every now and then she could also hear Master making noises of his own. Whatever they were doing, they were enjoying it together.

Sandy's hand seemed to find its way into her pyjama bottoms of its own accord. She bit her lip as her fingers found just how wet her pussy was. The dream must have already excited her young body. Perhaps her subconscious had heard her mother and Master, she thought. Perhaps she wanted to be - like her mom? Wanted to be her mom, in the other room, right now, making those noises, the moans and groans; to experience the sensations Master was giving her mother. Could that be true? Her fingers seemed to think so, as she slowly started to circle around her clit, teasing herself, still mindful to not move the bed too much or make any noise as Steven continued to snore softly next to her.

She couldn't seem to stop herself now even after chastising her brother earlier over the idea of jerking off in her bed. Yet now here she was, playing with her wet pussy, whilst laying next to her sleeping brother. What kind of a pervert was she becoming? Masturbating next to her twin brother! Her other hand casually roamed up her body and firmly squeezed her breast, making her shudder and tremble, biting her lip hard. Her mother's moans were increasing, rising in tempo, and her own body seemed intent on keeping pace.

Two of Sandy's fingers slid along her labia, coating themselves in her juices, before she buried them inside, forcing a gasp from her lips. As she started to finger herself, she chastised her pussy for the wet sounds it was making. Her palm started to grind on her clit. Sandy heard her mother's moans change to a repeated mantra, "Yes, yes, yes," and she instinctively knew that Master was driving her mom closer and closer. She could feel her own body getting closer too, hearing the sounds of sex so close, her pussy aching and throbbing as she quietly tried to bring herself to a climax in sync with her own mother.

Sandy's body was tingling, on edge, as she heard her mother now begin begging for permission to cum. "Please Master! Please let me cum! Please!" her mother was begging. Sandy's pussy was flowing down her thighs and ass, soaking her pyjama bottoms as she played with her horny body. She closed her eyes in the dark and imagined Master on top of her mom, just on the other side of the wall, her legs wrapped around him, his penis deep inside her. Sandy heard her mother continuing to beg and whimper for permission to come, begging him to cum deep inside her horny slave cunt.

Her mother seemed so desperate for his cock, so horny, Sandy couldn't help but wonder what it must feel like. If her mother was enjoying herself so much - wouldn't Sandy also enjoy feeling his cock inside her? Making her his sex slave too; his slut? Through the wall Sandy heard her mother say breathlessly, "Yes, i'm your slut, i'm your dirty little slut! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Sandy curled her fingers harder, pressing on her G-spot as she rubbed the base of her palm over her clit, her body tensing from head to toe.

Master's voice came through the wall, "Cum for me, my slut," and with that Sandy's body started to shake, her fingers trembling, her legs tensing before her thighs gripped her hand tight, her pussy flooding more of her juices all over herself, her clothes and the bed. She couldn't hold back a shuddering gasp of pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Beside her in the darkness Sandy heard a long guttural moan! She froze, and instantly realised she hadn't heard her brother's snores for some time. Had he just orgasmed too, in her bed, next to her? She didn't dare move a muscle, trying hard to control her heavy breathing, hoping that feigning sleep would solve her situation. Yet as she lay there, all she could smell was the scent of her sex, her hand and thighs soaked by her pussy juices. But as she lay there, listening to her heartbeat, after a minute of silence, Sandy knew she could smell something else in the air. The funky smell that was ever present in her brother's bedroom...

Had her brother experienced a wet dream in his sleep, or was he just as awake as she was right now, laying there in the darkness, having just masturbated with her?