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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Awkward? It might have been if he hadn't gone well beyond any conventional sense of right or wrong a long time ago. All that seemed to matter now was finding new sensations that would electrify his body and fire his imagination.
So sitting once again watching the Oxford-shire countryside flash by, squeezed close to his mother in her small car after a night total abandon, gave him no embarrassment.
Neither did the way she was dressed. Her sperm and piss soaked little black dress was in a carried bag at his feet. Her tights whispy shreds of nylon on the drawing room floor, her expensive black pants, satin and lace in Uncle A's extensive collection, destined to to be passed unwashed to his collector friends.
Elizabeth had lent her white yoga leggings and a stretch white strappy top. Both so small, tight and transparent that Elaine's dark, abused nipples and her newly-smooth and brutally tortured cunt were clearly visible. She was more naked than naked. And her sister had insisted she went home for a shower, so her hair and face were full of the unmistakable hardened gell of dried sperm.
No longer a respectable wife and mother she was the cheap, used whore from the make-up and wardrobe department.
He looked down at her legs, noting as if for the first time, how shapely and sensual they were for a woman approaching 60, as his mind drifted back over the previous night, shifting and sorting the scenes in his head. It was a jumble of tastes and smells and textures, and sensations that even in memory make his whole body glow and pulse.
In the candle lit bedroom, inhibitions had disappeared into the shadows. He remembered being tied down as one after the other all three had sat squarely on his face. And he's been forced to guess.
Uncle A was easy of course, his smooth balls and arse sticky and so responsive. His demand that he reach as deeply as he could, probing deeper. The feel his his heavy balls in his mouth, the struggle to get one at a time enveloped. And then Andrew grinding down, suffocating, using his face lips and tongue.
Elizabeth and Elaine were more difficult to distinguish. Both by now smooth, Uncle U had carefully and sensually shaved Elaine totally clean with his vintage cut-throat razor, dripping, seeping a mix of everyones' sex juices, and both being pinched and kissed and stroked by the other as they perched there so the moans and violent urgent whispers were no guide either'
'Yes. yes! There!'
'Harder. Oh god please MUCH harder !'
'There! Yes yes! Deeper!'
'Oh fuck! Oh fuck - stop, stop!'
'Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuck! DON'T STOP!'
If he got it wrong there was his Uncle's cruelty was the reward. Uncle A who genuinely could spunk from the tears and moans of his 'victims' A genuine sadist who had made millions out of his capacity for hurt and his joy in humiliation. But could make a non-business partner with the correct tastes feels sensations they'd never felt before. And they'd come back and back again, until he went as stage too far.
That's how he'd got Elizabeth and her lovely house. And she was the only one for whom there was never a step too far.
He guessed Elizabeth correctly in the end. She was the one who pushed down harder and gasped for more when he actually bit her swollen and angry clitoris. She wasn't the one who screamed and asked for it again.
He escaped the punishment but wondered what he might have missed. He was safe that his uncle would oblige if he was that curious.
He has a vision of Elizabeth and Elaine's 69 in the candle light their bodies looked as if they'd been oiled, glistening in sperm and cunt fluids. He watched their passion and their biting and pulling and licking mount as Uncle A casually fingered his piss slit while he twisted and squeezed his own heavy hanging balls.
As the two women had started their long drawn out orgasms the two men had squeezed out more sperm on the writhing bodies.
And then there were the quieter moment too and they lay together and talked, urgent filthy whispered exchanges as their hot bodies began to stick together. Fantasies, memories, promises. Their first times, their learning to use their bodies for pleasure, alone, together, with others. The strangers lured into the garden, into the cars, Elizabeth's precocious sexual history , her desire from the start to corrupt Elaine, her initial success then Elaine's drifting from the true faith of debauchery into marriage, motherhood, domesticity, respectability. And now Elizabeth's triumph. She smacked Elaine's red raw arse hard to make the point.
'You've come back to me bitch'
She bit her hard where her thighs joined her sex. Deep red love bites, marking her like an animal.
'Mine!'
Elaine licked her lips and made a small noise. She was smiling.
'It could only happen now.'
'What?'
'This, today, last night. It could only happen when you were old enough, and when we were old enough. She has a thing against contraception you know. Very moral,' she laughed again, ironically.
'She's asked me to join the annual gathering of the doors.'
Perhaps it was lack of sleep - he wasn't following.
'The annual party of doormen from all of Uncle A's clubs. He treats them very badly. This is the treat to compensate and Elizabeth's been the main compensation for years. It's a sort of game, fuck the bosses wife, get your own back. She's done if for nearly 20 years. She looks forward to the weekend for months. She's asked me join her.'
'And..?'
'Yes, of course I will, even if it's just once.'
Her world had changed. His world had changed.
'You do know, don't you?'
He looked at the side of her face, the dried sperm, the traces of eye make up.
'We're all adopted. Elizabeth. Me,' she paused to lick her bottom lip, ' you. So don't ever feel any guilt.' She laughed again, 'not that you or Elizabeth looked like showing any. You're so alike you might have been related after all.'
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