Sr Its Out Of Hand Pt 05

Slut Rose: It's Out of Hand, Part 5

Mateo and his sister were on the run and were likely to do something drastic. And my sister, Sara, was coming into town in just a few hours, coming in for her birthday, coming right into the middle of this deviancy... this addiction to perversion. And me? I was driving, trying to stay away from home and trying to stay away from anywhere they'd expect me to be. I didn't want to be found. I had to think. I had to plan.

I had to keep my sister from getting caught up in this. I'd already been sprayed a few times by Mateo's mom, sending me into sexual perversion for hours on end... a sexual perversion that I couldn't stop, fucking and sucking far beyond what I normally could. And then the lingering effects worked for weeks afterward, keeping me horny most of the time and turning everything into a trigger to masturbate. Sometimes, I even felt a strong, lingering desire to go back to experience the spray again.

I knew that I was going to do something drastic and knew that I'd most likely never be able to go home again afterwards. I had no idea how I was ever going to do this. I didn't even know if I had the strength. I stopped at the bank and took as much cash out of my savings as I could. I was going to need every penny.

Then I drove around for a while and stopped at one of the local parks, parking at the far end of one of the parking lots, trying to be inconspicuous. My windows were down and I just sat there, feeling the fall sun and the slightly crisp air coming through the windows.

Ever since I spoke with Sara, I'd been getting calls and texts from my mom and dad, trying to get me to come home. The messages said that they were going to have a dinner party for Sara tonight and that they wanted me to join in the festivities. My mom's messages, in particular, were sexually aggressive with most containing a sexy picture or video. I couldn't help but watch them... each one of them. Although they were short, they made me very hard and I masturbated to them, and each one of them slowly deteriorated my will to stay away. The last one took the cake.

The video started with mom's face front and center. She seductively put her fingertip to her lips and I could almost see my cock resting there. I wondered how long it had been since I fucked my stepmom's mouth. It seemed like forever ago.

"What's up Vince?" she asked innocently enough. "It's me... again. Since you haven't said whether you're coming by this evening to see your sister and be with us as a family, I thought... this time... I'd convince you by showing you our new friend. We just met her last night at the strip club. Her name's Jazz. She'll be around for another day or two. Just in case you... you know... change your mind and want to play. You wouldn't want your sister to steal all the fun now, would you?"

Mom panned the camera over to a young woman sitting on the couch beside her. The woman had dark brown hair and lovely eyes. She smiled into the camera, like she was just another happy woman, but I could see the hunger on her face. She'd been sprayed with the drug... and with her makeup removed, it was extremely likely that she'd had a lot of sex since last night.

"Say hi Jazz."

"Hi," Jazz smiled into he camera and gave a little wave. Then the camera moved back to my mom's face in a tight closeup.

"Mmmm," my mom said, slowly and seductively licking her lips, making them so shiny. "Isn't she sexy? You want to watch me play with her tight little pussy? Mmmm... and make it cum?" She slid her finger into her mouth and let her lips purse as she sucked on it softly. "I'll show you. And I'll make it nice and fucking wet for you when you get here."

She moved the camera down, showing her hand on Jazz's stomach, her fingers playing on it.

"I feel so dirty," she said. "Let me show you these titties first." She pulled the Jazz's shirt up and showed her naked breasts. Her hand grabbed them, one at a time, and squeezed, massaging them. Suddenly the camera moved back up to her face. "I like to show you the real me, Vince; the dirty little fucking whore that I am."

As the camera moved back down to show Jazz's breasts, a dribble of spit fell onto her nipple and my mom's fingertip swirled it around the hardening nub.

"How about we take this top off. One second," mom said. The video then showed her helping Jazz slide the shirt over her head before they settled back down onto the couch. My mom then bent down into the camera's view and licked and sucked on each of her nipples briefly. "Mmmm... delicious... plump and soft... with really suckable nipples." The audio captured each suck and moan, making my cock even harder. My fingers wrapped around my shaft and slid up and down it's length. I didn't want to... but my cock was so hard and it felt so good. Everything sexual sent me into a downward spiral of depravity.

"And then... we have..." She moved the camera down, following her hand as it moved down her abdomen, circled her bellybutton, and then moved to the edge of her panties. She grabbed the edge of the thin material that covered her pussy and pulled it away to expose her tiny bush above her swollen clit. "Tada!" A dribble of spit fell onto her clit and mom's finger swirled around it, circling her clit teasingly.

"Like that? You want to see me suck on that tight little pussy?" The camera angle moved a lot as if she handed the phone to Jazz. It now showed my mom in full view, one hand holding her panties away, the other sliding over her pussy, fingering her. "Mmmm... hold the camera right there... so he can watch." My mom looked into the camera, put her fingers between her lips, and sucked on them.

"I'd love to have your big fucking dick in between my lips right now," she said as she slowly licked her fingers. "After you pulled it from her tight pussy so I could taste both of you. And then have you cum all over my face. Jazz'll lick it right off as you watch."

I watched as my mom then moved down between Jazz's spread legs and looked up at the camera as she held her face resting so close to her pussy. "Are you ready Vince? Ready to see me make this yummy pussy cum? I'm gonna play with this pretty little clit here and get this pussy all ready for you."

My mom used her fingers and thumb to open Jazz's pussy, baring her clit from its hood, while her other hand toyed at her entrance. "Do you want me to make her cum for you? Yeah?"

"Oh my God, fuck! Please!" I heard Jazz beg off camera, making my mom giggle. "Fuck!" Jazz grabbed her inner thigh with one hand, squeezing it in frustration and pulling her thighs wider apart. It was obvious she was enjoying the pleasure.

"Her clit is so fucking swollen right now. And she is so fucking wet," my mom said, practically drooling, and bent down to begin licking and sucking her pussy.

Jazz's body was moving excitedly, loving how good it felt, and needing release.

"Fuck... I'm gonna fucking cum fast!" Jazz said again with a raspy breath. She was breathing hard.

"My pussy got all stretched out from your big dick, Vince," my mom said between licks, looking up at the camera. "I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me so good while you watch me eat her wet pussy."

My mom plunged several fingers into Jazz's pussy, fingering her, while her tongue teased her clit. Jazz's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, her moaning and screaming getting louder as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Fuck yeah," my mom said with a determined look on her face. "I'm gonna make her cum Vince... just like we did over and over again last night... licking, and sucking, and fucking her, again and again."

"Oh God, yes! I'm so fucking close... ohhh... my pussy is tingling," Jazz moaned.

"She's a real firecracker... and she loves to cum... Yeah, this pussy's gonna fucking cum just for you, Vince. It's gonna cum so fucking hard." My mom was plunging two fingers into Jazz's pussy and twisting with each thrust, while her tongue lashed against her clit, over and over.

"Oh my God... oh my God... yeah, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... ahhhh.... fuuuuuuck!" Jazz was screaming, her body wrenching and turning, alternately moving into the pleasure and then away from it. Her legs were spasming as she obviously had an orgasm, my mom giggling with her lips wrapped around her clit. Then my mom pulled back, letting Jazz relax for a moment.

"I think she liked it," my mom giggled, moving toward the camera and Jazz's face.

Jazz held the camera to the side, showing both of their faces meeting. "Oh my God that felt so fucking good. I've never cum so much in my entire life." My mom first lifted her soaking wet fingers between them and they both licked and sucked them clean. Then they kissed hard, my mom's tongue driving into the young woman's mouth as she grabbed the back of her head. Then, as suddenly as she kissed her, she pulled away.

"That's another orgasm you missed, Vince. I hope you don't miss any more. I hope you're stroking your big dick right now... and I hope you're gonna cum for me. I love knowing that you're watching this... that you enjoy watching me, fantasizing about fucking me. I love knowing that I make you hard... and make you cum. I love your big fucking cock, Vince. And I want it."

My mom kissed into the camera and then moved the phone to a close up of Jazz's wet pussy. It was so... erotic... looking at her wet and swollen folds, just dripping with cum and spit. Jazz's pleasure-filled face showed just over the ridge of her mons, her eyes looking into mine. "And sharing this pussy with you tonight will be so... fucking... hot."

And then the video ended.

I spent the next hour masturbating, constantly looking around to make sure no one saw me. Constantly replaying the video again and again and cumming. God... I came so much...

*****

I didn't take any time to come up with a plan because of all the masturbation, so, when the time came, I figured I'd have to just wing it and take my chances. I arrived home at about 6:15, unfortunately a little after Sara arrived. There were several cars in the driveway and on the street in front of the house. My mom must have decided to throw that birthday party after all.

So I wouldn't get blocked in, I parked in the street a few doors down and walked. I crept up to the back of the house and looked in the sliding glass door that showed the dining room and living room. The kitchen was off to the right, so I couldn't see into it very well.

There were a lot of people in the house... my mom and dad... Mateo's mom and dad... my sister was sitting on the couch with her best friend and two of her male friends from high school... and Jazz. A punch bowl, several cans of soda, several bottles of beer, and some snacks littered the dining room table. It all looked innocent enough as everyone stood around, eating, drinking, and talking. In fact, it felt strangely too innocent. I could almost feel the anticipation and tension from outside the house.

I hid to the side when I saw my mom approaching with Emmanuelle and the two male friends of Sara. They were walking into the kitchen for something. After a minute, the four walked back into the dining room, with my mom and Emmanuelle carrying the cake and ice cream, and the two guys walking behind them, rubbing their eyes and faces. They were just sprayed!

I could see their sexual energy building just by watching them, their eyes scanning the crowd with confused lust. Sara and her best friend, Molly, were still sitting on the couch as my mom approached them holding slices of cake and ice cream on plates and everyone broke into singing the "Happy Birthday" song. As she handed the plates to the girls at the end of the song and everyone was finishing the song, I saw Emmanuelle spray them with two quick blasts on the last two notes.

I covered my mouth to keep my yelling from being heard. God! It was happening and I couldn't do anything about it! I wanted to open the door and rush in, but I'd be quickly overpowered and sprayed... and then be just as trapped myself. If I didn't get her alone, there was nothing I was going to be able to do. I felt so damned helpless and ashamed of myself.

I watched in horror as Sara and Molly sat back, wiping the fluid from their faces, shocked that Emmanuelle had the audacity to do that. The crowd surrounded them, looking hungry for the change in them. My dad laid his hands on Molly's shoulders while Emmanuelle dropped to her knees in front of her.

Suddenly I heard loud sirens coming down the street and within seconds three fire trucks were passing right in front of my house. Their sirens roared loudly, making the windows vibrate. I moved away from the window to the corner of the house and turned to look in the direction they were going to see what was going on. Not too far up the street, a large, black plume of smoke rose into the air. The only thought that came to mind was... it was Mateo's house! His plan was to destroy any of the spray that he could... destroy his computer... and any documentation they had about the spray or the website. He wanted to destroy any of the spray that they had and make it impossible to get any more. This was the drastic measure he had warned me about.

I heard a commotion at the front of the house, with people yelling. Then I saw Mateo's mom and dad go running towards their house. My dad started running, not too far behind them. That didn't leave too many people in the house that could stop me. I went back to the sliding glass door, opened it, and crept inside. I could hear talking outside the open front door. Sara and her friends were all in the living room, looking at each other wantonly. It only took a second or two more before the boys were on them, tearing at their clothes, everyone trying to get naked as they kissed furiously.

This was my chance! I ran into the living room and grabbed the guy that was on Sara from behind. I jerked hard, backwards, pulling him off her. He fell to the floor with a thud, but was back up in a second. I grabbed Sara's arm and pulled her, before he had a chance to get back on her, dragging her into the dining room and then out of the house. I heard my mom yelling from behind me, ordering me to come back, but I kept running.

Sara wasn't fighting me, but wasn't helping much either. She seemed to be dazed and confused. It was difficult to pull her, but luckily I didn't have to go too far. I just had to get her into the car. Then... we'd be safe.

I'd parked between my house and Mateo's, so while we were running, I could see the smoke and flames leaping high into the air. Halfway through the yard, I saw a small bottle on the lawn. Normally I wouldn't have even thought twice about it, but something seemed both familiar and important about that bottle. I bent down and grabbed it and resumed pulling Sara toward the car.

When we got to the passenger door, I opened it then pushed Sara inside. I looked back to see my mom running toward us and prayed she wouldn't get to us in time. I locked the passenger door and slammed it closed, then ran around and got into the driver's side. My mom was pounding on the passenger door, trying to open it, just as I got my own door closed and locked. I quickly started the car and drove off, leaving my mom in the street, yelling.

*****

I had no idea where we were going to go, but I kept driving. I knew it would be impossible for anyone to track us, especially if I didn't have a specific plan. But while we drove, I could tell the spray was definitely affecting Sara. She was touching herself over her clothes, reveling in the sensations her hands produced. Slowly she was unbuttoning her top and her jeans... opening them... revealing more and more skin.

At first she seemed a little embarrassed by it, with me sitting right next to her, but the spray overwhelmed her sense of propriety quickly.

"I'm feeling really... funny," she said. I watched her hand disappear inside her shirt to squeeze her breast and tease her nipple. Her face brazenly showed her pleasure. Just the thought of it was making me hard.

"I know," I said, trying to reassure her everything would be ok even though sitting next to her was turning me on. "I'll get you somewhere safe."

"I don't... Mrs. Rodriguez sprayed me with... something. What... what was in that mist? I think it was some kind of drug or something. It's making me feel so weird."

"Yeah... I don't know what's in it. But... I know what you mean," I said softly. I remembered what that spray did to me. I knew exactly what she was feeling. All the sensations coursing through her body... every touch was pleasure... tingling, tortuous pleasure.

"We'll get through this, Sara." I said it, but I wasn't sure I could promise it.

"Oh my God," she whispered. She had pulled her shirt completely open and was playing with her breasts as she sat back deeper into the seat. She'd pulled her jeans down to mid-thigh giving her hands plenty of skin to touch. I groaned seeing her like this, feeling my cock rising rapidly as she moaned in pleasure right beside me. I wasn't sure if I could control myself if she kept this up. Her breasts were beautiful... full and round. Her nipples were small and very hard and she pinched and pulled them.

She looked up and her eyes locked with mine. Fuck! She caught me looking at her breasts.

"Are you looking at my tits right now?" she asked softly, challenging me.

"No... Sara I..."

"Did you drag me away because... you... you want me?" She looked right at me, her eyes scanning down my body. "Because it looks like you do. You have a boner," she said matter-of-factly.

"Sara...," I whispered. I didn't know what to say. I knew I had a hard on.

Sara held her breasts with both hands, lifting and squeezing them before moving in to squeeze her nipples again. "I don't know... do you... do you think they're like big or something? You can look at them... if you want."

I glanced back and forth from the road to her chest, watching her play with herself. God, she was incredibly beautiful and sexy. She was pulling and pinching her nipples far harder than I ever thought someone would like. She must enjoy a little bit of pain.

"It feels so good to touch them. It's like... electricity is running all over my body. Everything is so sensitive." She looked at me with lust in her eyes, especially when her eyes dropped to my crotch. My cock was hard, tenting my pants and threatening to break through the zipper. "Oh my gosh... your cock looks... so... big." She licked her lips, making my cock jump.

She slid her pants off the rest of the way while she looked at me and sat in the seat completely naked. She put her right foot up on the edge of the seat and spread her thighs, baring herself to my wandering eyes. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes on the road.

She reached over and grabbed my right hand from the steering wheel and put it on her thigh... slowly sliding it down towards her crotch. "I need you to... to touch me. Please," she begged softly.

Her skin was so soft and warm, more so the closer I got to her pussy. Her hand was over mine, guiding it, so I didn't feel so guilty. I couldn't believe this was happening, but she was directing. What could I do?

She guided my hand right onto her hot, wet pussy and pushed my palm into her clit as her hips moved, grinding against it.

"Mmmm, use your fingers," she whispered huskily. "I need it."

She let go of my hand as I slid my fingertips along her wetness, gliding around and between her engorged lips. Her clit slid between my fingers and I pinched it making her groan loudly.

"Oh my God your fingers feel so good... This is so hot. I don't know why, but I love showing off for you, especially showing you my pussy and my tits. It makes me so fucking hot."

I circled her clit with my fingertips and slid them down and around her entrance. She was so damn wet.