The Family That Cums Together Stays Together

The Family that Cums together Stays Together Pt.1
Chapter one: The Hunger Within

In the summer of 2013 Brad and Ashley West were a typical upper middle income couple. They had been sweethearts from the fourth grade all the way through college. Married in 1994 they seemed to be the perfect couple. Ashley loved her life and never regretted for an instant her decision to become a home maker instead of seeking her own career. After graduation from college Brad had found employment and over the years had worked his way up to CFO of a large corporation and they had a very comfortable lifestyle. They lived in a gated community in an upscale home and were active members in their country club. Brad was an active golfer when he found the time which had been getting rarer and rarer since his last promotion. Ashley loved tennis and was quite good at it, much to the chagrin of the other soccer moms against which she played. Her love of the game was a huge factor in her model like shape at her age.

Last year their son Doug had left home to attend college out of state and recently, Arianna, their daughter, had graduated high school. Her and Brad were on the verge of becoming empty nesters leaving Ashley with more and more time on her hands. Ashley found herself looking for things to occupy her mind and time. Ashley missed her son Doug and it left her heart heavy each time she gazed at his empty chair at the dinner table. She had always been aware of her close bond with him. He was handsome like his father and she often found herself wondering if he was as sexual as Brad also. She had always felt close to Doug and loved having him close to her. The way he looked into her eyes made her feel sexual and she felt a jealousy inside her whenever he spoke of the girls in his life. She just attributed that to the love she felt for him as his mother. He looked and acted so much like her husband when he was at Doug’s age that she always attributed the pulsing she felt in her clit to the memories of her and Brad back then. Ashley refused to admit even to herself that her throbbing was for her son. No, she could never allow thoughts like those into her mind even if somewhere inside her she knew it was true..

Arianna was exploring her options for college, and also contemplating going out of state, possibly even to the same school as her brother. That fact weighed heavily on Ashley’s mind as she thought of all the nights she would be at the dinner table alone when Brad was out of town on business. Ashley thought it would be nice to have Doug come home for the July 4th holiday and stay through the following weekend and have the entire family together. They had planned for Doug to arrive home on Monday the week of the 4th. If Doug had kept to that plan maybe their family dynamic would never have undergone such a dramatic change as it did.

Mr. Harris, their Landscaper had called on June 25th to say that his son would be by the following morning around 7 A.M. to cut the grass and clean and maintain the pool. Ashley had told him that would be fine as Arianna was spending the night at a friends and Brad would be working and she had a salon appointment for that morning.

Ashley pictured Mr. Harris’ son Johnny in her mind as she talked to his father. Johnny was around 25 or so and very fit with the muscular body of a man that worked using those muscles. Unlike his father, who has a dark ebony color, Johnny has a caramel complexion which made her wonder if his mother was white. The image of him in her mind was troubling to Ashley as the thought of his physique or especially his presence lately instilled an uneasiness in her body and mind. She found herself feeling anxious and a pulsing in her clit in his presence that left a guilty feeling lingering in her mind. Her and Brad had always had an active sex life and up until she was 35 or so she had never given a thought to another man. Around that point in time though Brad’s job began requiring more and more of his time. There always seemed to be another big deal to work on that left him tired and her wanting in the bedroom.

Ashley loved her husband and would never think of actually cheating on him. Lately though she found herself more and more wondering what another man would be like sexually and curious as to what she had missed because of being with Brad her entire sexual life. Her female friends were always telling stories of their sexual pursuits in high school and college, talking about guy’s huge cocks etc. It never bothered her as long as she was being satisfied by Brad, but for the past few years the throbbing she experienced when hearing the exploits of others left her overwhelmed with curiosity and need. She found her gaze more and more frequently falling to a man’s crotch area lately. As with Johnny, the sight of a large lump in a man’s pants made her wonder what she was missing that he could fulfill. Brad was by no means small but he was certainly not the size of the men in the porn sites that she found herself frequenting online lately. She had to wonder if they didn’t somehow manipulate the images and videos online. Some of the cocks she saw there seemed more aptly fit on an animal than a human, especially the black ones. She seemed always to wind up watching white women being subjugated by a hugely hung black man or men until she became so aroused she had to take out her large black dildo and find relief with it driving deep inside her.

The nights Brad stayed away out of town on business she found herself thinking of those huge dicks and how they might feel. The outline of Johnny’s large cock entered her mind frequently as she lay alone unable to sleep, especially the memories of him stiffening, growing as he gazed at her and Arianna in their Bikini’s. It was at those times her thoughts and desires instilled a need that always forced her to masturbate in order to rid herself of the throbbing at her clit and the yearning within her pussy. Those thoughts and desires, really more curiosities than desires were becoming more frequent of late. As she lay panting after each tensing release she always felt guilt at her having thoughts of other men to bring her satisfaction, especially those of Johnny, a black man.

It was those thoughts that caused her to blush when he was around and he caught her staring at him. She felt like he was reading her mind and knew her panties were soaked as she stared. He would just smile his magnetic smile and pull his tee shirt off over his head knowing she was watching him work. Every time he did that she could feel her pussy filling with moisture knowing he was giving her a show. He was so confident of his manhood that he didn’t feel the need to actually flirt by saying something and he never tried to hide his hard erection as her or Arianna showed off their bodies in their skimpy Bikini’s. He definitely wasn’t shy about being aroused by them and wanting them both to know it.

He always had a question for her that had him standing beside her with his hard dick at her face level and a smirk on his face that told Ashley he enjoyed her uneasiness and inability to keep her gaze from his obviously pulsing glans. The only time she ever saw him obviously embarrassed was once when he was wearing cut-off shorts and Arianna came walking out topless and wearing a string thong to sunbathe and his cock grew so large half of it was hanging stiffly down his thigh. She had been about to go out and ask Arianna what the hell she was doing but the sight of his dick, especially his very, very, thick glans had her throbbing and squeezing her thighs so tightly she didn’t think she could walk. He had turned his back to Arianna and removed his shirt and let it hang in front of his fat long dick as he walked to his truck obviously embarrassed.

After he had driven off, probably to go masturbate, Arianna rose and re-entered the house. Ashley was perched on a bar stool pumping her crossed legs remembering Johnny’s cock as she asked her daughter, “What the hell was that all about Arianna, you trying to get him to rape you?”

“No, not that I’d mind it if he did though, I just thought I’d let him see what it felt like to have to see something so desirable and not be able to touch it. It almost backfired on me when I saw his black dick hanging out of his shorts. My god mom did you see it? If he had walked over and said “Let’s fuck” I think I’d have just rolled on my back and spread my thighs.

“ARIANNA! Girl don’t talk like that, I’m your momma and I don’t want to hear it. Go take that skimpy ass thing off so I don’t have to watch your ass every time I look at you.”, Ashley said.

“Whats the matter mom am I turning you on flaunting my sexuality”, she replied laughing?

Ashley almost said, “Yes”, Her clit was throbbing still from the whole brief display her daughter had put on with Johnny. Thinking of Johnny and Arianna while gazing at her daughters perfect body did have her mind filling with thoughts no mother should think about her daughter. As Arianna walked from the rec room Ashley said, “Oh yeah Arianna”, and as her daughter stopped and looked at her as if she thought her mom was going to scold her some more she said, “God he was huge wasn’t he, as much as I love your dad I don’t know if I could have said no either baby as she burst out laughing”

Now it was her daughter who said, “MOM, you shouldn’t say things like that to your daughter. Then she winked and said, I promise I won’t tell dad if you don’t tell if I do”, and then walked away laughing loudly.

Arianna’s thighs had her juices running down her inner thighs as she walked away. Ashley sat there with her mind filling with thoughts of her and Arianna and Johnny’s big black dick until the guilt at her thoughts made her rise and begin Brad’s dinner before going to her bedroom and masturbating to those same thoughts. She had to change clothes as the crotch to her shorts and panties were soaked with her arousement juices.

There was a growing awareness of the persistent need she was experiencing and also of her husband’s seemingly waning sexual appetite. She knew he was not having an affair and she wondered if the sameness of their many years together was finally catching up with them and what she could do to change it. She had tried sexy lingerie and acting the vamp but while he participated she could tell he was not as excited as she had hoped. He made love to her but it seemed they just fucked in the missionary position and he cum quickly and she lay there frustrated, unsatisfied as he rolled over and fell fast asleep. There was no intimacy in their marriage anymore and Ashley would lay there on those nights with tears streaming down her cheeks until she finally fell asleep. Sex had never been an issue in their marriage until Brad had taken this last promotion. The unsated desire she was experiencing now was new to her and it seemed always present in her life now. No matter where she was or who she was with it was becoming hard not to allow sex to become a topic of conversation as she searched for answers to their dilemma.

The morning of her salon appointment she found traffic around the area of the salon to be horrendous, creeping slowly she was sure she would be late. When she finally got close a policeman was waving traffic to detour around the street she needed to be on. She saw the fire department outside the salon and the windows were black and broken. She saw Marcy her stylist standing close and yelled to her. As she approached the car Ashley asked her what had happened and Marcy informed her there had been a small fire and the salon would need to be closed for a week or so to clean up and repair the damage.

Upset she just drove home and parked on the street so as not to block the drive in case Johnny needed to get in and out. She entered the house from the front and never saw Johnny. Ashley decided to change out of her street clothes and get comfortable in her bikini. It actually was little more than a thong and thin top that barely covered her nipples. Tennis and frequent exercising had left Ashley as fit in her forty’s as she had looked in her twenties. Her breasts were firm, almost perky even and her stomach was the envy of every woman her age that she knew, flat, fit and her groin was slightly concave with her hip bones slightly visible. Looking at herself in the mirror she wondered what Johnny would think of her body if she ventured outside wearing it.

Immediately she felt guilt at that thought. “Why did I think that”, she asked herself, but the yearning in her pussy, she knew, was the answer. The thought of him had her wondering where he was and she proceeded to walk to the recreation room on the lower level and glance out the patio doors. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw out by the pool. Johnny was there. His tee shirt was soaked in sweat and sticking to his muscular body as he tried to pull it up over his head and off. But what shocked Ashley was the fact he was nude from the waist down. She gasped as her gaze fell to his cock and balls. There at the adjunct of his muscular bulging thighs was a sight that sent a lingering shudder to wrack her body. Her thighs squeezed hard, knees seemingly turning to butter as she steadied herself against the bar.

Ashley couldn’t remove her gaze from the extremely thick girth of his cock as it hung at least 7-8 inches down over his big ball sac. She felt her breathing becoming rapid, clit throbbing wildly as she thought of the volume of cum his huge balls would spew through his large cock. Her body trembled as she thought of him entering her, stretching her with such a thick dick. She quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at her thoughts. She didn’t want to look but the throbbing in her groin demanded it and her lack of experience sexually with anyone but Brad had her afire with curiosity.

Having removed his shirt, he turned, allowing her to see his tightly muscled ass and thin hips. If she had designed his body for herself she couldn’t have improved upon what her gaze feasted on. He had the physique of a Greek god and the cock of a Centaur. Diving into the pool he began swimming strongly as she watched his muscled body moving fluidly, effortlessly. Her breathing had deepened, her mind swarming with thoughts of him taking her roughly. He swam for maybe ten minutes as Ashley watched him, her body aroused, pussy clenching with the memory of his dick. She knew she should leave, knew she would feel guilty every time she remembered her reaction to seeing him. In her mind she compared everything about him to her husband Brad. His dick made Brad’s appear almost childish. His tight hard body was no comparison to her husband’s softer toned one. Sure, Brad worked out a little but Johnny’s body came from hard manual labor working with his father in their landscaping business. Ashley felt the wetness forming in her pussy and soaking her thong as she thought of being in Johnny’s arms, his black cock thrusting deep inside her. She couldn’t deny, even to herself, that she wanted that experience.

She saw how effortlessly he pushed his body from the pool to stand drying his hair with a towel he had brought with him. Her gaze never left his cock as it swayed side to side as he briskly rubbed his hair. Don’t look, don’t look her mind cried out to her, but the sight of his manhood flopping so erotically held her attention raptly. She wanted to touch him to feel his heft and texture squeezed between her hands as she lifted his thick ebony man-meat. Her mouth craved his taste. She had never longed to feel her tongue on a cock like she did his as she stood gazing at it. Her lips were parched from her heavy breathing and her tongue slid over them as it would in anticipation of his cock sliding between them. That thought brought a moan from deep inside her and her thighs squeezed with her hunger. Would he feel and taste the same as Brad she wondered? That thought excited her so intensely her fingers found her clit and she pressed it hard as she tried to stop its incessant throbbing. As she watched he began drying his dick, squeezing it in the towel and stretching it, rubbing his balls as her thighs clenched rhythmically. His dick seemed longer, its glans swollen larger now, causing her fingertips to begin a slow circular motion upon her pulsing need.

Ashley gasped as she saw him walk to one of the chaise lounges and bend and pick up the shorts and panties she had removed the previous night when her and Brad had skinny dipped with Arianna not home. Her breathing quickened, deepened, as he pressed her panties to his nostrils and inhaled her scent. His large cock jerked its approval, lifted and began stiffening. She watched mesmerized by his actions and his dicks reaction to them. He lowered his hand to his cock and wrapping it with her panties began to stroke himself with them. Ashley was aflame with need now, her thighs spread as she sat on a bar stool groping her pussy as she watched his dick growing longer, thicker, and jerking its stiffness. God she wanted him, wanted to feel his thick dick inside her jerking stiffly. The thought of his muscled ass roughly driving his long ebony dick into her depths, stretching her while spewing his fiery black baby seed into her white body had her seething inside. She hungered to know how his dick would feel as he entered her deeper than anyone had ever been inside her. She thought her mind was melting as he placed her panties in his mouth and was obviously tasting her as he continued stroking his huge dick.

Knowing he was stroking his cock with her in his mind had her pussy clenching, yearning to feel him in her and her fingers slid down and pressed into her wetness. Fingering herself with him in her sight had her hand flying, fingers pressing deeply inside her as the heel of her hand mashed her clit. She was close, so close, as her fingers swirled in the wetness of her excitement as she hungered for his monstrous cock. It was so big now. His fat girth made his cock appear shorter than it actually was but he was easily a foot or so long. Seeing it instilled a trepidation of him trying to press it into her body. She knew, no matter the pain, she wanted him in her. Her emotions were in strife as she realized she was committing adultery in her mind as she lusted for Johnny’s black cock, betraying her husband by the wanton need in her pussy. Her guilt was keeping her from throwing open heaven’s gates and rushing through them to satisfaction. Johnny’s hips thrust forward, buttocks squeezing tightly together as a glob of white pearlescent cum shot from his tip trailing a long stream that she knew ended at his manly balls. The force of his ejaculation sent his cum shooting from his tip to land 4-5 feet from him. His eyes closed, hand pumped quickly and another less forceful stream erupted to follow the first.

Ashley wanted to feel that forceful exodus from his black balls burning her whitest, most intimate of places, a place not even her husband had ever visited while he was embedded in her pussy to his balls. As she watched, Johnny bent at the waist as he cupped his erupting glans with her panties in his hand and continued spewing from his large balls. That was the stimulus she needed! Her mind seethed with the knowledge he was using her for his stimulation. Her thighs clamped, her body bending to a fetal position as she slid from the chair to fall to her knees as she moaned her release. His actions had her body stricken, immobilized, laying on the floor, back arched, thighs straightened, tensed, hand roughly rubbing her clit as she bucked her pleasure. She lay there gasping, panting for long minutes as shudders of pleasure wracked her sporadically.

She felt the first pangs of guilt permeating her as her arousement slowly subsided and her breathing returned to normal. When she looked again he was gone. Her panties were laying atop her shorts as she had left them previously. She couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted her to find them soaked with his ball juice. That thought brought forth another tensing orgasm that had her hand pressed tightly to her quivering cunt as her body trembled, shook, pussy clenching tightly then relaxing only to again tense as voltage like spasms roiled her body and mind. She lay there until her body rebelled against the hardness of the floor tiles with an ache that demanded she rise.

She stood. Her legs seemed weak, unable to support her as spasms of pleasure coursed through her still. She leaned against the bar collecting her thoughts until she could walk. “That was intense”, she thought to herself as she walked out by the pool and stood staring at the wet streams across the concrete that still had globules of whitish cum melting in the Sun. When she examined her panties she found the crotch filled with a huge blob of his cum and her pussy clenched at her desire to feel it spewing forcefully from his dick as she ground her pussy up into his explosive release. Her mind cried out against her next desire but the pulsing within her clit demanded it. Her curiosity won out as she lifted his cum to her lips, extended her tongue and felt the slimy stickiness of a black man’s ball cum beneath it. She laved it from the cloth of her panty crotch and tasted it. She was surprised to find it slightly sweet, not acrid like Brad’s. She sucked it all into her mouth and savored his taste on her tongue before swallowing it. Her thighs squeezed tightly as she thought of him holding her head to his dick and forcing her to take his hot jism into her throat. Mmmmmm she moaned as she felt her body becoming aroused by her thoughts and actions again. Picking up her clothing she returned to the house and after depositing them in the washing machine she untied her thong and bikini top and threw them in also.

Chapter two; Ashley’s distress

Ashley couldn’t rid her mind of Johnny’s huge black dick. He was larger than the guys in the porns she had been viewing online. Knowing there were cocks that big for real was an enlightening that would instill a hunger, as the one now filling her, every time she thought of them. She wanted to feel herself full, stretched, pounded, hurt until her inhibitions and guilt were swept from her on coursing waves of orgasm as Johnny made her love his cock. She needed something long and fat to fuck herself with. It was then she remembered the party favor she had won at a sex toy party her neighbor Kathy had put on once years ago. It was a huge black rubber-like cock with a suction cup base. It was so big she knew she could never use it and it would have embarrassed her to even allow Brad to know she had it.

It took a few minutes of searching through boxes in the garage but she found it and smiled as her hand closed around it. Its glans was about the same as Johnny’s but it wasn’t near as thick as his horse cock. But it was over a foot long and would get to where she needed to feel it. Being Black was just an added thrill. She now wondered if Kathy her neighbor liked black dick and was giving her a hint by choosing it as her gift. She had pulled her aside and told her at the time, “I know you and Brad have been together forever so I’m going to give you a special treat for yourself honey”. Ashley took the black cock and thoroughly cleaned it per the enclosed instructions and then held it, felt its weight as she thought of Johnny.

Laying on her bed she began sucking it as in her mind it was Johnny. It even had balls. Her hips moved, undulated as the visions of Johnny fucking her inflamed her mind. Her breathing was rapid, deep and her clit was swollen, throbbing as she imagined him poised between her thighs, dick in hand as he prepared to impale her deeply. Her pussy clenched repeatedly, moisture seeping from her yearning vagina. God she wanted his dick so badly it scared her. Could she actually fuck him she wondered, betray Brad and allow a black man to use her body for his pleasure, fill her with his hot cum. She told herself, no, she could never do that but the fever in her pussy belied her assertions. She would never admit it even to herself but if Johnny were there now she knew she would willingly spread her thighs for his huge black dick.

Ashley pressed the tip of the cock against the moist flesh of her vagina, moaning at the feel of its bulbous tip opening her, pressuring the nerves ingrained there as she spread to its girth. It didn’t want to enter her, it was just too large. Her frustration grew, her breathing becoming ragged with her hunger to be fucked by it. Johnny would make her take it, make her stretch whether she wanted it or not. He wouldn’t care if he hurt her pussy. In her mind Johnny made her take it, forced his stiff dick to open her as her own hands pulled hard at it until with a loud gasp she felt it inside her clenching walls. Her pussy felt ripped, burned like it did when she lost her virginity to brads insistent cock. She felt full with just the tip in her, it hurt her but it was an almost soothing hurt as her hips began a slow undulation as in her mind it was Johnny fucking her, a black man entering her pussy causing streams of pleasure to permeate her essence.

The thought of her allowing a black man to desecrate her white body with his hot stiff cock excited and thrilled her as no other thought possibly could. As her arousement soared her pussy squeezed tightly then relaxed allowing the cock to press into her deeper. God, Brad never felt like this she thinks as the girth of her inanimate lover held her pussy open, pressuring her from within as she hunched forcefully up into its deep thrusts. MORE!….more was her only thought as in her mind her pussy was raped, tormented by deep forceful thrusts that awakened a part of her that she never knew existed until her cervix was hammered, pressured, forced to relent as she endured the agony of pain she inflicted upon herself. She couldn’t stop, her hands emulating Johnny’s hips as he persecuted her uterine opening with his hardness until the glans was embedded deeper than anything had ever stretched her before. Her head thrashed from side to side as in her mind her hips pressed her pussy up into his stiffness, some primal part of her loving the ecstasy of his painful penetration.

It was just as Ashley forced the dick deep into the depths of her soul, driven by primitive forces that have made women endure the pain of the deepest insemination possible, that Doug opened the front door and entered. He left the door standing open intending on retrieving his suitcases but was distracted by a sound coming from upstairs. He knew no one was supposed to be home so he quietly slipped up the stairs listening intently as he climbed them. It sounded like it was coming from his parents’ bedroom. Arianna would never be intruding in their parent’s room so he suspected a burglar. He slowly turned the doorknob and cracked the door until he could see inside. He saw a movement in the mirror of his mother’s dresser and stared at the image displayed there. He froze, his hand slowly releasing the doorknob quietly.

He wanted to leave but the scene unfolding before him had him mesmerized, unable to command his feet to move. His mom was a beautiful sexy woman and he had thought of her sexually many times as his hands stroked his stiff dick, her and his sister were his favorite masturbation fantasies. His mom was lying on her stomach, her hands forcing a black dick of some kind deep inside her pussy as she moaned loudly, “Fuck me, oh god fuck me harder, cum in me, give it to me”, her hips hunching down into the dick, fucking it roughly. Only an inch or two of the dick was visible as she moaned, “Fuck me, oh god you’re so big, so fucking hard, I love your black dick so much Johnny”.

Doug had his dick out now. He’d never dreamed his mom was so sexual. Who is Johnny he wondered? No one could convince him his mom would cheat on his dad but someone was sure a part of her fantasy. Doug’s dick felt strained, stiffer than he’d ever felt it. He was normally 9 inches but he felt like he was a couple inches longer right then. He used both his hands to stroke his dick as he debated entering his mom’s room and “Accidently” catching her as she was with his dick out and pretending to not know she was home. Precum flowed from his urethra and he was having to slow his stroking to keep from cumming as his gaze explored his mom’s nude body. Damn she’s hot he thinks as his dick pulses wildly in his grip. His mind fills with thoughts of fucking her in the ass while she’s lying in the position she’s in now. Her asscheeks are perfectly formed and the valley between them, squeezing and relaxing as she hunches into the black cock, calls out to his tongue. He wants to press his face between them and lick and suck her asshole while she tenses, cums on the dildo penetrating her deeply.

Suddenly she rolls onto her back and begins fucking the dick in and out of her pussy while rolling her clit with her other hand using long rapid strokes; her pussy thrusting up to meet each downward thrust of the dick as she moans her pleasure loudly.

Ashley pulls the dick from her until the shaft is tightly gripped just behind its tip by the tightness of her vaginal muscles and then rams it hard back into her depths until again she forces it into her now stretched uterine opening until it feels ripping her deepest walls. She knows she is out of control, unable to think, just respond to the feelings being inflicted deep inside her. The pained pleasure she knows is new, never before felt and she never wants it to end. Damn she thinks, what would a real cock this size feel like being rammed deep inside me without being able to control the person wielding it. She knew she’d love it, want it daily, and that thought both excited and scared her. She had lost count of the orgasms she had experienced since impaling herself with the cock but she remembered her response to each one, hips lifting, out-turning, thighs straining as they straightened as she pulled the dick into her pussy hurtfully, inflicting the most wonderful pain of her life as her entire body shook and trembled as her pussy thrilled to the pressure within her.

She’s insatiable, Doug thought of his mom as she fucked herself deeply, cumming repeatedly for long minutes until relaxing again she pistoned the long black dick in and out of her clenching pussy. He needed to cum badly but he didn’t want to miss any of this, loved the sensations roiling his cock and thrilling his entire existence. Doug was so engrossed watching his mom he didn’t notice his sister Arianna entering through the door he left open.

Arianna had come home early and was surprised to see Doug’s car in the driveway and the door standing open. She was excited to see him. They had always been extremely close and she knew he loved her as much as she loved him. She couldn’t ask for a better big brother. She always wound up comparing the guys she dated to Doug and it seemed they never measured up. When she masturbated she invariably thought of some hot guy but always had her brother in her mind when she finally orgasmed. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t help herself. It was rumored that he had a big dick among all the girls he had dated and from the few times she had seen him in his underwear they appeared to be right. She had missed him terribly the last year. She had begged him to come home more often but he said he couldn’t because of the hectic life of a freshman at school.

As she entered the house she expected Doug to be right there but he wasn’t. She glanced around and didn’t see him until her gaze lifted to the second floor. She saw him standing by her parents’ bedroom door and was about to yell at him when she noticed he was just standing there looking like he was transfixed on something. The movement of his hands drew her gaze to what he was holding and her mouth closed quickly and she stood there quietly staring up at her brother as he stroked his long, very long and thick dick. She felt embarrassed, like she was spying on him, guilty at watching such a personal act. She quietly moved to the dining room around the corner from where he could see her. Her knees felt weak and she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes while trying to force the image of her brother’s big dick from her mind. His glans looked thick and swollen and his fingers barely wrapped his shaft as he stroked it slowly. Try as she might she couldn’t stop her clit from pulsing a steady cadence of desire or the clenching of her yearning pussy. She could deny it forever to anyone else but she knew herself that she wanted to fuck her brother, to feel his big cock throbbing inside her.

Her mind kept saying don’t look but the incessant yearning in her pussy drove her to sneak a look around the corner again. As her gaze fell on his jerking cock she felt a weakness wash over her body and her hand lifted her skirt and her fingers slid into the leg opening of her panties and her fingertips began a slow manipulation of her swollen bud. She wanted her brother to fuck her, deep, hard, roughly until she cum on his dick repeatedly. Her breathing was deep, hurried, her hips undulating to the thrills her fingers imparted to her taut orb. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept away by the stream of sensations flowing through her, her fingers groping her wet pussy, heel of her palm mashing her clit until on the edge of the abyss she stopped, panting her need as she again glanced up to where her brother was engaged similarly.

Doug was lost to the imaginings in his mind and the sight of his beautiful mom cumming her ass off. His eyes closed and his head lay back as his left hand cupped his dick head and his right pumped rapidly and then he was stifling the moan that accompanied his strong orgasm.

Arianna saw her brothers’ plight and in her own mind he was filling her pussy with his hot cum instead of his squeezing hand. Her hand worked feverishly for a few seconds and then her body was gripped in her own hard orgasm as she drew back into the dining room and sagged against the wall stifling her own deep moans of release. Her fingers groped deeply inside her pussy as her palm mashed her clit hard while she gripped her pussy tightly, hips hunching, thighs squeezing as she shuddered violently. She felt the rivulets of her juices streaming down her inner thighs and soaking her squeezing hand. She fell to her knees and squeezed her thighs on her tightly gripping hand as her body jerked her pleasure sporadically until she knelt there spent, drained, as she became conscious of her surroundings again.

Glancing furtively around she ascertained no one had seen her actions. She again glanced upstairs but Doug had left, probably to go into the bathroom and clean up his mess from cumming. She could hear noises coming from her mom’s room. Wiping her hand with the underside of her skirt she then straightened her clothing and proceeded to quietly climb the stairs. The bathroom door was closed as she silently crept to her mom’s bedroom. Standing where Doug had been she was greeted by the same erotic view he had been observing. Arianna’s body was still inflamed from her watching her brother and now the sight of her mom’s body moving so sensually as she stroked her pussy with a very large fake dick, a black one at that, had her again flowing wetness. Like her brother before her she stood mesmerized, her gaze unwavering in its attention to every detail of her mom’s beautiful body as she so deeply abused it. The pleasure embedded in her moans was obvious to anyone hearing them as she pressed the black dick as deeply as her body allowed and then held it as she used its extra length to imbue the pain she seemed to relish.

Her brother Doug was momentarily forgotten as her hand again found the leg opening in her panties and her fingertips again rolled her tautly swollen clit. Her mom was so beautiful and sensual, her body appearing so soft and smooth she found herself wanting to touch her. Arianna couldn’t help but notice her mom’s erect nipples, perfectly round and swollen. Her mom’s body moving so sensually had Arianna’s own body undulating beneath her heated caresses. Watching her mother responding to the sensations the large cock instilled caused her to imagine her own pussy being tormented so deeply. Ashley was lost to the pleasure that overwhelmed her mind as well as her body as her responses seemed to induce that same pleasure into Arianna’s body, drawing her to her mother seductively. She was shocked when she realized she wanted to kiss her mom’s swollen clit, lick it, suck it into her mouth and instill pleasure into her mom’s body. She felt confused, aroused beyond belief at those thoughts and desires. She didn’t want to think them much less be aroused by them; but seeing her mom like this had her emotions torn, conflicted. The love she felt for her mom and brother was being twisted, redirected in a sexually compelling manner that scared and confused her.

She couldn’t stop the thoughts of her and her mother making love from invading her mind any more than she could those of her brother fucking her moments before as long as she was being influenced by the sight of them. She wanted to close the door and leave but she couldn’t, she was as lost to her arousement as her mother was to the fever driving her hands as they pressed and pulled at the cock she was impaling herself with. What or who was she thinking about Arianna wondered? She kept hearing a name, Jenny or Johnny, being murmured as her mom fucked her pussy deeply. Oh my god, Arianna thought, Johnny was the son of Mr. Harris their landscaper and maintenance guy. He was black also, like the dick her mom was using. Arianna pictured Johnny in her mind and the vision of his dick hanging from his cut-offs that day loomed large in her mind. He would always grow so large as he watched her and her mom that it embarrassed both her and her mother to the point that they had to go in the house to keep from openly staring at him. But the day she intentionally showed him her body she knew had them both aroused and staring. She knew that she had masturbated with his cock as the object of her need and now she wondered if her mom had been doing the same. He was hot in a physically sexual way. Surely her mother couldn’t be thinking of fucking Johnny the pool guy, not mom, she thought; but then, Arianna knew if he ever approached her that she would willingly open her thighs to him. Hmmm dad is working a lot lately and mom is a sexual person, she thinks as she remembers her words the day that they had seen Johnny’s bare dick

“What are you doing Arianna”, Doug asked her in a whisper? Arianna jumped, pulling her hand from her pussy as she was suddenly brought back to reality. She felt herself blushing as embarrassed, she stammered, “Er, ah, I..I was”, then she turned and ran to her room and closed the door behind her. “He saw me”, she thought, “Oh my god how will I ever look at him again”? Arianna threw herself down on her bed with tears welling in her eyes. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. She knew that Doug had done the same thing as her, experienced the same desires that she had towards their mom, but, because she hadn’t confronted him it was her secret alone. He had seen her and spoke to her and now they both knew what she had been doing and thinking of doing and she felt shame at his knowledge. The fact that she had also seen him, didn’t dispel the shame she felt. She had been watching her mother and playing with herself! Doug had to know what she was feeling and thinking about as she rubbed herself while mesmerized by their mom’s actions.