The Winning Ticet

**** This is another story that I believe should belong in a sub-category of the Incest chapters, labeled "reluctance." These are tales where through blackmail, deception or other external practices, one party exerts dominance over the other. I don't believe that there should be physical love or bonding in incestuous situations, and if you think that father/daughter or mother/son sexual relations are healthy, then you should just skip my writings altogether. Please don't bother me with "Hallmark-style" comments of how sweet those relations can be. In my world, these are just dirty stories. *****

"Go on, kiss her pussy and I want to see your soft, pink tongue tickle her pouty clit." His cock was fully engorged and pointing directly at my nose as he shuffled the cleanly-shaved pelvis of the shapely young blonde to a point, where she was practically sitting on my face. I could actually sense the pungent aroma emanating from her tight little snatch. Using the delicate tips of her lithe fingers and spreading her bare thighs, she revealed the steaming-hot honey-pot that they were both goading me to embrace.

"Yeah, c'mon," she encouraged me. The tender flower of her sexy labia was now fully exposed and there was dew on the lily. "Lick me," she begged in a husky, almost whisky-ish tone that was carnal, way beyond her years. "Use your tongue on me and make me cum," she warbled with that throaty sound that makes harlots so enticing.

My lessons in abject humiliation and submission had entered a new and progressively raunchier dimension. It had morphed from the taboo shame of being fucked by my twenty-two-year-old son to now including my nineteen-year-old daughter. And having to prove, by providing my hesitant body for their sexual pleasure that I would perform to the limits of this diabolical deal. Agreeing that I will follow any command- no matter the level of illicit debauchery- and allow him to demand of me that I include a woman into this secretive, select circle of incestuous inter-breeding.

I needed to take a deep breath and to resolve an inner conflict that was beating like a base drum from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I'll readily admit that even having entertained his "generous offer" announced to him immediately, that I was in a submissive position of negotiation and that my sexual morals could be compromised. Then by simply accepting the lewd terms of this fleshly extortion, I permitted him to lay down the crude rules of this monstrous exchange and then to direct my imminent and immediate disrobing, then the literal groveling at his feet while I asked him, how he would prefer that I placate his obvious hard-on.

And now, as a stated term of this vulgar covenant, I had given my word that I would accept any demand proffered in this degrading demonstration of his standing in this unique sexual hierarchy. I also conceded that I would follow his egregious suggestions without any undue hesitation or argument. In my mind, I held the conviction that my son Bobby, would definitely fuck me until I bled, taking out years of not-imaginary aggression and frustration, by treating my almost-virginal pussy as his personal "Fleshlight." Though I did believe that this degrading and demeaning episode would pass in private between us, and remain an ugly and unspoken form of retribution, that would never be spoken of again. Then, the deal being satisfied, I would be routinely ignored or diminished for the rest of my time in his presence, while he adjusted himself to the lifestyle of becoming the neighborhood's newest and youngest multimillionaire.

But it was not to be. When you're in my position, dreams are simply that. I knew that he was already engaged in an incestuous encounter with his step-sister, Tish. I actually watched them cement their own negotiations to this crude contract. Astonishingly, it somehow wounded my moral fabric and my ideals of motherhood, that I harbored secret feelings of jealousy, that I am pitted against a teenage version of my own, sensuous and curvaceous anatomy.

And I needed to cogitate all of this recognizing and recalculating in a split-second, without allowing the obviously feigned smile to vanish from my surprised countenance, and to nod my head willingly, while allowing my totally naked daughter to worm her warm, wet cunt directly under my face, as she slumped onto the couch and applauded as my son ushered me to my knees, so that my reluctant lips were hovering mere inches above her fragrant, tempting pussy. My hips were then perched and positioned at the perfect angle so that Bobby could then first, slop a dollop of his spit into my ass-crack and watch it slide down to my completely exposed vagina and then insert his turgid tool between my dripping, gaping labia.

My son had just recently withdrawn his sizable cock from my lush lips, distending my cheeks to the point where it looked like I had a giant wad of bubblegum clenched in my mouth. Forcing me to lick clean, and then to swallow the combined milky fluids that had clung disgustingly to the cylindrical column of his mammoth organ, after he had taken the forced pleasure of shoving his thick tool deep inside his mother's reluctant, but not-quite unwilling cunt.

Through clenched lips and eyes squeezed shut, I managed to choke-down the gooey, greyish residue that coated his solid shaft and actually ingest its miserable essence, without barfing-up my breakfast. Then I was told in his eloquent turn-of-phrase to grasp the base of his cock and use my tongue "to clean it up and put a shine on it," because he intended to use it again on the reddened, swollen lips of my puffy pussy. As a twist- as if this scenario wasn't sordid enough- he would now introduce my daughter's pussy to the party, and he informed me that while he fucked me this time, that I would be schooled in the proper technique of eating pussy. I blanched at the wicked implications of this new wrinkle but was also tortured by the idea that I had to somehow measure-up to the youthful sexiness and seductive capabilities of a big-titted courtesan, who was half my age.

I understood that this was just another in the series of sexual trials and tribulations, that Bobby was going to subject me to, in determining my willingness and honor to degrade myself by obligingly offering my weathered but horny body, to the random and kinky sexual ravishments, sprung from the demented mind of my put-upon and perverted son. I had to determine in my mind, what exactly my morals meant to me. I understood that this should have been an obvious decision but what's obvious to some who have a roof over their head and no bills to pay, might look different when your face is being pressed into your daughter's cunt.

I had been informed before I anxiously and angrily agreed to this indecent proposition, that I would be permitting him certain sexual indulgences concerning my lusty body, and that I would obey and allow any request or demand- no matter how perverse or corrupt that I might find them- in exchange for the opportunity to in effect, be granted a mulligan for my life's mistakes and to live rent-free with a considerable monetary allowance in his new mansion, if I could manage to adapt and adjust to being his veritable sex-slave for a period of one year.

(If this seems to you- as it most certainly appeared to me at the time; that I was whoring myself out to my Rasputin-like son, for his decadent sexual amusement and permitting the familial relationship that we once had, to be completely flipped on its head, for an immoral and illicit sexual contract that challenges every Oedipal obsession, then I guess, that without any flowery language to cloak the animalistic, sexual debauchery of the situation, I have become exactly what it appears.)

Now, I was jostled upright after enduring my initial encounter with my son's vengeful violation of my tormented torso. I was forced (in my mind,) to make a side-by-side comparison to the enigmatic and sensuous vixen facing the same deal with the devil, that confronted me, but I saw it so very differently. It's amazing and sad; that only a few pounds and a decade or two, can turn the sight of a voluptuous, lustful young woman who could spark the wet dreams of any red-blooded young man, into the bitter, cum-dappled mound of swollen, blotchy skin that obediently sits naked and willing to perform, just to make her life easier and to drown her sorrows. I wanted to look much more like my sexy girl.

Tish was well on her way to becoming his number-one concubine and perhaps, a budding and sadistic dominatrix. "Slowly mom," she urged me on with a whispering but demanding tone. "Use your tongue and get me wet, then spread my cunt lips with your fingers and gently lick my clit. You remember how you used to get-off? Then get a little rougher with my pussy and you'll taste my juice." She seemed to be reciting from a wet dream. Then she looked in Bobby's direction and they exchanged a sly glance. "You'll know that you're getting me close, when my hips start to knock your teeth out." She grabbed two strong handfuls of my sweaty, blonde locks and forcibly buried my bewildered face in her hot, dank crotch.

It had been years but, I knew how to tease and to please a man, but I'd honestly never been with a woman and have never been a part of a threesome. This entire erotic scenario was rushing blood and pheromones to my horny twat and seriously raising the pressure on both my heart and lungs. My body was frantically turning into a quivering mash of gooseflesh and electrified nerve endings, while my brain was trying its best to send flashing-red signals that my partners and torturers, in this incestuous debasement, were my son and daughter.

"Let's go, Molly," I could hear my son issuing instructions as he lined-up his prominent organ to be on target with my reluctantly receptive pussy. He had already stopped calling me "Mom," and referred to me by my nickname, in just another attempt to demean me and exert his dominance. "You're not going to be living in my house for free. Isn't that what you've been saying to me for months?" He pressed his tumescent lance against my exposed cavity, that a mere two hours previous, had been my tightly constricted, barely utilized vagina. But the hungry orifice was already familiar with his powerful prick, having been unaccustomedly speared for a prolonged period where it opened-up to his advances, while my agitated brain couldn't convince my libidinous body, that this was about to become an unholy alliance of deviant dimensions.

"Lick her clit, Molly," My son was urging me on with his obscene demands while he further encouraged me by plowing his thick, firm rod through my fertile field. Unknowingly exciting the illicit passions that had been burning inside of me, (though to my conscious mind, not with my own son,) and committing me to a course of incest and degradation that would mark my next 365 days. With each powerful thrust that his plunging erection explored the inner folds of my yearning chasm, he was driving my tongue ever deeper into the pinkened recesses of my daughter's volcanic cervix.

"That's it, Molly. Kiss that hot cunt and lick her perky little clit until you taste those tangy juices," he chided me. His rough hands reached under my jiggly belly and helped himself to the wobbly, heavy boobs that banged against my heaving chest, with the wet skin-flapping sound of two hands clapping their voyeuristic applause. Bobby tugged at my swaying tits and pulled my tingling torso tighter to his hard pounding hips, as he buried his alabaster pole further into my uterus. I was being exercised at both ends and could not have stopped his groping of my tits if I had wanted to. The calloused palms on my tender flesh and the turbulent tempo applied overall to my anxious anatomy, set my trembling frame into convulsions of ecstasy.

Underneath of me, Tish was wriggling and writhing like a fish out of water, as my grating tongue made tighter circles and darting stabs at her painfully swollen clit. "Yeah mom," she shrieked and swore with abandon, forgetting or ignoring the intimate family relations that were in play in this debauchery. She continued to direct my attentions and act as her brother's second-in-command. "Eat me, you horny little cunt." I just shivered at her coarse derision but continued to obey their every edict. "You're a whore now, mom. Just the name that you were calling me. Now, you're a cunt-licking slut and we're both going to fuck your sweet pussy from this moment, on."

The words stung but were swallowed-up by the intense pleasure and total loss of control that I felt when my daughter's hips tensed and then slammed against my lower jaw. She held my hair and forced my mouth to envelop her quickly-flailing pubic mound. She wailed and moaned, pressing my lips to her straining thimble of pouty flesh. "Eat me. Lick me. Suck my cunt, you horny bitch." I did it all as the heat and wetness increased. I nibbled along the edges of her perky little button sending her into hysterics of delight. Then the pressure burst through the scale as her thighs clamped snugly around my ears.

She cradled my sweaty face into the damp confines of her moist cunt. My head rocked with the motion of her pelvis and my tongue jabbed at her tender clit. The heat was intense. I tasted her fluids and the oily liquid drizzled from the sides of my mouth. She jumped and shivered. Her shriek of pleasure split the night. She held me to her cunt and then finally slumped back sated. her long fingers brushed through my tangled locks. Tish held me securely to her warm, wet cavern and I experienced the convulsive shudders as she flooded my blushing cheeks and crazily stroked my dank hair. I had made her cum, (also the first time for her, with a woman.) And ofcourse, being that it was with her mother, only added to the kinkiness and lasciviousness of the taboo situation. And we found something weirdly erotic to bond over.

I had only lifted my over-heated and gasping face from the lava pit that was Tish's smoldering cunt and taken a moment's internal pride at my rather dubious accomplishment, when I encountered the solid thrusts and animal roar of my son's approaching orgasm. I hadn't forgotten or failed to notice the tremendous pounding being administered to my hips and pubic region. But I was so intent on bringing my daughter off, that the natural rhythm of being fucked, even in such an incestuous manner, was an after-thought. Within seconds of his sister's climax, the sensation of which still lingered on my tongue, Bobby erupted in my hungry hole. With one great, final heave, he pumped me full of his creamy juice. Like an enema with a firehose, he blasted his salty seed to the depths of my squirming pussy. it truly caused my insides to heat-up. I nearly drowned internally until he pulled his barely deflating organ from my saucy snatch, and the syrupy solution drained from my over-flowing channel and seeped down the insides of my moist thighs.

My own pussy was undergoing a tidal wave of orgasmic secretions that caused horripilating spasms of delight to rock my quivering frame and send jolts of energy to convulse my limp form for the next three minutes. It started when I first heard Tish begin to moan and carried until I felt the warm baby-batter of my son's eruption to ooze down my legs. It was as if I had stuck a dampened toe into an electrical outlet, my body wouldn't stop shaking and nervous tics shocked my entire system, but a thousand-watt smile creased my face and my brain was telling me that this was a good thing. Having all three of us orgasm at the same time cemented the notion that this compact of convenience would take hold and only grow to include some further questionable sexual scenarios.

Being intertwined and post-climactic, we shook and jerked in the pile of reddened flesh as if we were one huge mass of wriggling, shrieking, skin. Nearly ten minutes passed before the last ripple of subconscious twitches eased and we were less like a human octopus, and gradually drew apart into separate, limp human beings. We finally untangled and massaged aching, numb joints, attempting to repurpose the blood flow in our systems, and direct the life-saving resource to our other appendages. Bleary eyes slowly opened and drew focus. Masses of arms and legs disconnected into individual limbs and the groans and moans of delirium were now replaced by those of restrictive movement and exhaustion.

The sexual energy and body heat that permeated the aromatic room was finally reaching its ebb. But the game itself, this servile test of "Do or Dare," was only at its half-way point. Like the Great Fellini directing one of his classic psycho-sexual cinematic sequences, Bobby repositioned his playmates and continued-on with his lessons in sensual depravity. Tish was "relatively" late to tonight's party and her energy and enthusiasm had been sorely tested. But the chance to "strut her stuff" infront of her mother and to prove a little something to her brother gave her renewed vigor. This new arrangement brought-out the last ounce of her sexual dynamism and she was also keenly aware that just claiming to be tired infront of her new sexual Svengali, would not excuse her from the circus of perversity that her brother was the Ringmaster of. We were both aware that slipping-off to sleep, could result in any manner of bondage, brutality or bestiality that Bobby could imagine in this devilish deal.

My sweaty cum-streaked torso was propped against the sofa back and Tish was replanted as I had been, on her elbows and knees, with her chin resting on my leaking labia. Eating pussy was a new endeavor for her too, inlight of all of her bold pronouncements when she was the server and I, the consumer. And the lascivious fact, that the gaping maw before her stunned eyes belonged to her own mother, brought some intense incestuous craving to her novel pursuit. We had tapped into a hitherto wellspring of bi-sexual curiosity that our new Dom was more than willing to exploit.

I had also never had my cunt tongue-bathed by a woman and rarely by a man, the partner being my daughter made it just that more kinky and acute. I will admit that I was anxious and apprehensive over what was about to happen, but with no prying eyes that weren't taking their turns, my bashfulness abated and I looked forward to the successful conclusion. Tish took to her depraved desserts as Bobby designed the contact. Licking and kissing every inch of my twisting, shivering pubic area. Her fingers sifted through my matted pubes and she wasn't shy about sticking her nose between the folds of my cunt. Between slurping swipes of her flat, raspy tongue, she commented on the bushy forest of brownish-blonde curls that collared my outer lips and Bobby laughingly agreed with her, that tomorrow's first assignment would be for me to shave the undergrowth and to begin a daily routine of applying a base of cream, to make my pussy soft, slick and hairless.

I understood that I wasn't supposed to express any negative responses to my new master's sexual peccadilloes and it crossed my mind that this might be another of his tests, but I stutteringly protested that I was in my mid-forties and though the streamlined appearance looked enticing on Tish and other women of that generation, I emphasized to my son that as a grown woman who has had children, including his sister and him, I did not wish to be coifed like a girl who'd barely reached adulthood.

He smiled and acknowledged my dissent but insisted that my pussy be shaved clean tomorrow. He then mentioned that since he was the only man who would be seeing it, and that after a short time if we then both preferred a slightly more natural look, (and that I prove to be a good cum-slut,) then he would grant my wish. I settled for that marginal victory. Meanwhile, as Tish took to applying her capable tongue and fingers to stimulate my exposed and engorged clit, so that she caused me to hop and writhe on the cushions like I was sitting on a hot-plate, my son sized-up her curvy rearend and was playfully plying the soft clefts of her rounded ass with his probing prick. I watched with widened eyes, as he hawked a dollop of saliva between her clenched cheeks, where it oozed into the narrow crack and he massaged it into the taut brown hole that made her shiver and shake.