. 2

My name is Billy Smith. Well to be precise my name is William Biggs-Smith. I can't remember when my first name changed, but I shortened the surname in all my unofficial dealings when I was eighteen. The surname had been created by the family a few generations back from Schmidt. Biggs was a small town in Butte County, where the family was staying at the time and Smith sounded like an all-American name. However, I preferred plain Smith to the double barreled version.

My life changed dramatically a few months ago. When my father had died earlier in the year, it was initially thought that he had left all of his money to his wife, my stepmom. However, a later Will, which turned up in the summer, left everything to me. This meant that my stepmom and my sister were financially dependent on me. Had either of the women been of a kind disposition, I would have financed their requirements without a complaint. However, when it was believed that my stepmom would be the sole beneficiary of the Will, she made it plain to me that I would receive nothing.

With the wicked stepmother on one hand, and a sister, Cynthia, who had been equally unpleasant to me on the other, I took full advantage of my newfound power to get what I wanted from both of them. For a horny eighteen-year old, what I wanted was some sexual gratification.

Cynthia, at twenty, was a tall long-legged busty blonde beauty with big blue eyes. My stepmom, or Mommy as I called her, at thirty-seven, looked like Joan Harris in Madmen. Her auburn hair was always carefully coiffured. She was a red-headed bombshell with a 34DDD-30-39 figure. Her habitual three inch stilettos increased her five feet seven inches to a tall imperious five feet ten.

My stepmom was a woman of the world. When she had realized what I required of her in order for her to maintain her lavish lifestyle, she had no problem giving in to me. Her insistence on me calling her Mommy was irritating for my early life, but now with her sexually available I found it a real turn-on.

My sister had been a very reluctant sexual conquest, but in the end I had her begging for mercy as I pounded into her. In return I had agreed to finance her University place in New York, paying the tuition fees and the rent for her Manhattan apartment. She was required to come back home for Christmas, when I would be looking for some more sexual repayment.

However, time had now moved on. Cynthia was in her Fall term in New York. Mommy was at home living the luxury life and I had moved to a local University. I say local, but in reality it was over five hundred miles from home. The course would make me a Bachelor of Business Administration in Management. I was specializing in Financial Management and using that knowledge to participate in my father's businesses, which I now owned or in which I had a share. Given my enthusiasm for the course and the appearance of a work ethic that I previously had no notion I possessed, I found it impossible to return home during term time to enjoy Mommy's sexual favors that were awaiting me there. On the other hand, I was finding that I was good at financial management and was already achieving early success.

I had some concerns leaving Mommy to her own devices. I'd told her that I wouldn't tolerate her seeing other men for anything but social occasions. She knew I didn't trust her, especially when I said that I would be having her watched. I liked the idea that she would be looking over her shoulder all the time. I'd installed Spy Software on her computer of course, but eventually decided not to take it further and install Cell Phone Spy Software.

It wasn't so much that I was jealous; it was more that I wanted her desperate for sex when I got home. I knew the small clitoral vibrator she kept in her bedroom drawer would not be enough to keep her satisfied. She had experienced the size of my boner and I wanted her to have that always in her mind.

When I had a spare minute I would look at her email correspondence. There didn't seem to be anything there to concern me. She'd received emails from Cynthia in New York. Not inviting her there as Mommy hoped, but telling her about her love life.

Cynthia realized that to escape financial dependence on me she needed to marry someone with money as soon as possible. She had started dating an older man whom she felt was going to propose. Cynthia had dated older men previously. She seemed to find them less sexually intimidating and this latest one seemed no exception. She confided intimate details to Mommy to an extent that surprised me, going as far as to tell her that she was taking the birth control pill even though Henry couldn't get an erection every time. Apparently, instead of full sexual intercourse, Henry preferred Cynthia to administer oral sex in the back of his luxurious limousine. Cynthia went into full details on car's chic qualities with champagne in the fridge, velvet seating and gold handles.

I knew I'd be very disappointed if Cynthia managed to free herself from my financial grip, especially if she was improving her blowjob skills, but consoled myself that at least I'd be saving money.

Despite my financial success and the assertive role that I had eventually assumed at home with Mommy and Cynthia, I was still shy of girls generally. After a few tentative approaches I gave up trying to date the girls at my university. I therefore had to rely on masturbation for sexual relief when I would be fantasizing about giving Cynthia the pleasure of her brother's boner or of my big breasted mommy.

In my mind Mommy would be in her usual sexual lingerie of stockings and garter belt. I guessed I had a fetish about nylons, not so bad that I wanted to wrap a stocking around my boner to jack off, but enough for my mouth to go dry when I thought about the tops of Mommy's stockings with the flash of pink thigh flesh and the gripping erotic garter straps.

When not working or masturbating, I read through notes that Dad had left me on Mommy and women in general, but there were also some suggestions about charities he liked to support and a particular suggestion about his niece Lucy, my cousin.

One section of Dad's notes which I particularly kept re-reading were about sexual positions.

"Billy, it's great to fuck women in as many positions as possible," he explained, "but different women are a better fuck in some positions than others."

"In respect of women with huge melons, you want them on top at some point. On top they can ride your boner and thrust out their hooters. Often you may start with her underneath you, seeing her tits wobble as you thrust, but you need to finish with her on top so you have unfettered access to her breasts. There's nothing more pleasurable than having a big breasted woman riding you as you cum."

"Now smaller and slim women you want underneath. That way you can control them as you thrust your boner into them. You will also be more aware of them wriggling and squirming under you impaled on your erection."

I could imagine the category Dad would place Mommy. On Cynthia I was less sure, but her breasts were certainly growing to quite a handful.

I made notes on all the charities Dad had listed and then thought about my cousin Lucy.

I'd forgotten about Lucy Chang and her mother Chunhua. Chunhua apparently means Spring Flower in Chinese, but it was obviously decided that the less exotic name "Lucy" was more appropriate for her American daughter.

The last time I had seen Lucy was as a little girl. I remembered her as a small plain child who was entirely spoilt and who gave me a hard time similarly to the way my stepmom and sister treated me. There was a sizeable Chinese community in our town. I had many good friends at school, boys and girls, who were Chinese, but my cousin was the only child of Chinese heritage that gave me a hard time.

Dad obviously felt that she could need financial help and, as it was important to him, I accepted that I would probably need to do something to make enquiries. In the event, I didn't need to initiate anything as I was phoned by Auntie Chunhua. She'd heard about my father's death through a friend.

"Billy, I am so sorry about Eric," were her first words after our introductory hellos.

She sounded genuine and so did I responding, "Thank you Auntie. I'll pass on your condolences to Mommy."

She still sounded genuine when she added, "It's a great pity that we haven't seen you in ages, so you must come and visit us if you get the opportunity. I've emailed you some photos of our family which I thought you'd like to see."

Interested, I opened my email inbox and clicked on the images in her email. They were dated fairly recently and I could see that one was of Lucy's eighteenth birthday. Auntie Chunhua was looking a lot older than I remembered her. Also very changed was the plain child I remembered. In her place was a gorgeous innocent-looking petite young woman.

Lucy had strong traits of her Chinese ancestry with short dark hair, big round very dark brown eyes and high cheek bones, but this was combined with sensuous luscious lips that reminded me of my sister. Her thick earlobes, which were certainly inherited from our side of the family being common to my sister and myself, did nothing to detract from summing up her face as beautiful. She was small, about five feet I judged, but her slim body looked perfectly proportioned.

Standing with Lucy in most of the photos was a smart-suited young man who looked like he wasn't short of dollars.

Having thanked her for the photos, I then listened politely to Auntie Chunhua giving me the detailed story of the last ten years of family life. However, unfortunately her tale changed suddenly to her telling me that Lucy needed money and that Auntie and Lucy both expected me to provide it. I was a little taken aback by her assumption and asked rather curtly for more of an explanation.

Auntie then went into a long account. Apparently, Lucy had been engaged to the guy in the photos. His family was rich and, when Lucy was to marry, the intention was for her to be a lady of leisure. Unfortunately, her fiancé's father lost all his investments in a stock crash, leaving the family in debt. Lucy then ditched her fiancé immediately. She was now intending to go to University and needed funds. Lucy had been offered a University place. It was a modular course so she could start in the Spring term and catch up on what she'd missed later on. As they knew I had funds they expected me to contribute.

I gathered that "contribute" meant "pay it all".

In her telling of the story, Auntie also gave me her old fashioned views on the immorality of young people sharing a room together on holiday before they were married, so I gathered that young Lucy was not as virginal as she looked.

Although, in his notes, Dad had suggested that I might help Lucy financially, I was feeling peeved that Auntie and Lucy should have seen me as such an easy touch. It was with some coolness then that I said to her, "The course looks expensive, I'm not sure I can help. I'll have to think about it. I think I have to say No."

I could hear Auntie breathing heavily as her brain worked hard to stop me giving a negative finality before we closed the conversation. Eventually Auntie said, "Look, Lucy will be near your home just before Christmas. If she could stay with you and your mother say on the twenty second of December for a couple of nights she could show you the course literature and explain why she wants to do it."

"Well OK then," I said with feigned reluctance, "but it will be difficult to persuade me."

As we finished the conversation with that planned visit, I looked at Lucy's luscious lips in the photos and rubbed my boner through my pants as I thought about how her persuasion could be fashioned. She would certainly come under Dad's "Small and Slim" category.

I could see that the timing of Lucy's visit could work very well. My sister, Cynthia, was not due to arrive until Christmas Eve, so as my luscious cousin departed so my sexy sister would be arriving.

In respect of communication, at the end of November I had received nothing from Mommy or Cynthia, despite friendly emails from me asking them how they were doing. Then, on the first day of December, I received an unexpected but welcome email from Cynthia.

Surprisingly, it began with no animosity, but a general enquiry as to how well my course was going. It then went on to say that she was working hard and enjoying her studies. Then came the most surprising part of all. She explained how her university liked to support a local charity each year and that this year it was a Mental Health charity. She knew that this was an important charitable cause to Dad and wondered if as a family we could help support a specific local project for the Mental Health Support Team (MHST).

She had donated all she could spare from her allowance and pressed friends for donations but the MHST were still two thousand dollars short. She wondered if I could help and if I could then send a check made out to MHST to the university. She said that, anticipating my generosity, she had mentioned it to the university, so if I could mention her name they would know what it related to.

I was staggered. I now realized that there was more depth to Cynthia than I had thought and wrote back immediately to her saying I would of course do as she asked and that Dad would have been proud of her.

I started writing out a check to the MHST for two thousand dollars but then changed it to three thousand dollars as I wanted to show Cynthia the extent of my support. I added a note saying that it related to the payment mentioned by Miss C. Biggs-Smith.

As I posted the envelope the next day I resolved that at Christmas I would not be putting pressure on Cynthia on the sexual front. If she was willing, fair enough, but I resolved not to give the new charitable Cynthia a hard time.

It was a few days later that I began to receive some unwelcome news on the Mommy front. According to my attorney, he had heard that she was up to her old tricks and was questioning the legitimacy of the second Will that left everything to me. In particular she was saying that at the time the second Will was signed, Eric was acting strangely, suspicious of everything she did and perhaps was mentally unbalanced.

This was news to me. Dad was one of the sanest people I had ever met and it annoyed me that she should raise this question mark over him. Nevertheless, I thought the issue would peter out and put it out of my mind.

However, it was brought to the front of my mind with a bang two weeks later when I had another email from my attorney. This one was a lot more serious.

It appeared that Mommy had been in touch with a young new attorney in town called Mr. Lock, whom my attorney clearly disapproved of. Although my attorney hadn't seen it, it seemed that Mr. Lock had come by a document that showed that Mr. E. Biggs-Smith was being treated at the Melbeck Mental Institute and was seen by a psychiatrist two days before and two days after he had signed the second Will.

I could see that with evidence that my father was under a course of mental health treatment at the time he signed his second Will, Mr. Lock would be in a strong position to say that Dad was not of sound mind and that the second Will was invalid.

This was serious. I had no doubt that Mommy, with full financial control, would revert to giving me precisely nothing. This was verified a few days later when I read an email from Mommy to Mr. Lock.

In the email she thanked him for all his work and said that she would be giving me nothing. She would like him to tell me when I arrived home on the twenty second of December, as she would stay out of the house until I'd left. In the meantime she looked forward to meeting Mr. Lock on the twenty first of December for lunch and then afterwards in his apartment where she would reward him as she had promised.

I knew damn well what that reward would be. Knowing Mommy she would be leaving her clitoral vibrator alone from now until she saw Mr. Lock, when she would be craving to be fucked and juicy as hell.

I resolved to go home a day early. On her calendar I could see that she had ordered her taxi to take her to the lunch at midday, so I planned to get to the house just before.

I drove home on the twentieth, battling some thick snow drifts, and booked into a hotel on Main Street a couple of miles from my house. In the morning, as I soaped myself in the shower, I wondered how Mommy would look and found myself washing a large erection as I visualized her.

Just before midday I drove over to our house. Although there was a light flurry of snow, the roads in town had been kept clear. I quietly let myself in the front door. Taking off my jacket, shoes and socks I crept up the stairs. I could hear Mommy humming a tune, obviously very contented with life, but she stopped as I perfectly timed my entrance to her bedroom.

Her dress was laid out on the bed so as not to get creased. She was standing in front of her full length mirror making the final adjustments to her earrings, wearing her bra and panties, garter belt, seamed stockings and heels.

She gasped and turned around with a start as, with a loud cheerful voice, I said, "SURPRISE!"

Fuck! She was as gorgeous and stunning as I remembered. Her brassiere, panties and garter belt were all white satin. Her lacy brassiere struggled to hold her bounteous breasts, showing a deep cleavage, Her panties clung to her full round buttocks. Straps from her garter belt were clipped to the tops of her tan stockings. She had adjusted her stockings so that the seams went straight down the back of her legs to the black stiletto heels.

She was staring stunned as if she had seen a ghost as I swept towards her, taking my shirt off, and putting my arms around her in a big hug.

She was still speechless, clearly not knowing what to do, as I whispered in her ear, "It's wonderful to hold you again Mommy."

I didn't give her time to think as I continued to babble on as if I was too excited to see her to slow down. "We're going to have a wonderful Christmas Mommy. We've got Cynthia coming home Christmas Eve, but before that we've got my cousin coming tomorrow for two nights. Sorry it's such short notice. You remember Lucy, Mommy, we haven't seen her for ten years but I'm sure we'll like her."

As I was gabbling, I was undoing my pants and removing them and my boxers.

I was rattling on so fast that Mommy had no chance of getting a word in edgeways as I continued to hold her and talk in her ear.

"We never saw much of Lucy's father of course, Dad's brother Ted. You probably remember that he suffered a lot from mental health issues. In fact Dad was paying for him to be treated at the Melbeck Mental Institute a few months before Dad died. Then tragically, Ted died himself shortly after."

My speech had slowed and my tone had become suitably somber as I had talked of Ted, but I now lightened it up again. "Hey, enough of this sad talk. It's Christmas and I know you can't wait to give me a good time."

With that I held her face up and kissed her open mouthed. Although her tongue was moving mechanically against mine, I could feel that her body was in a sense of shock. She had enough brains to work out that the patient she thought was her husband was in fact Mr. Edward Biggs-Smith and that she was back to square one. However, the way I'd imparted the news was such that she would be thinking that I had no knowledge of her shenanigans.

Although she stood there rigid, it didn't stop me enjoying myself. My hands stroked over her stocking tops and pink thighs as my fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, playing with her garter straps and gripping her plush round buttocks. As my fingers gripped her ass, I enjoyed the long kiss, switching between sucking her lips and her tongue and using my tongue to explore the warm membranes inside her mouth. Her mouth tasted of a light expensive mouthwash intended for the benefit of Mr. Lock.Pretty soon I moved her around facing the mirror and stood behind her. I saw her pale delicately freckled face in the reflection, her eyes still staring trying to take in her changed circumstances. Her red hair was in a bob with a soft fringe over her blue eyes with those fluttering lashes. She stood there robotic as I unclipped her bra and took the straps forward over her shoulders so that her wonderful full breasts fell exposed.

I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her sweet perfume, as I slipped my hands up and round those lush lightly freckled melons, weighing them, pointing them at the mirror. My fingers teased and tweaked her big plum nipples. As they hardened and became erect in my fingers, I noted that her eyes began to show some life and her breathing became a little heavier.

I carried on giving her tits the Billy treatment. I had been dreaming of handling those melons for the last four months and I gloried in feeling the twin orbs of flesh while I ground a rock hard erection between her buttocks.

As my mouth became drier I slid my hands down the front of her torso. My right hand slipped down her waist under her panty elastic through her trimmed pubic hair and between her pussy lips. Because her heels made her tall, I was able to slip my left hand under her panty elastic at the side so that her labia and clitoris were attacked by two sets of probing fingers.

I sucked her earlobe as my hands enjoyed themselves moving around in her panties. Working her with my fingers, she was now soaking wet. Her eyes were closing as her breathing became heavier. I spun her round and pushed her back on the bed, scooping her dress and throwing it on the floor. As I ripped off her panties and posed between her legs she gasped and stared at me intently for the first time.

Although I was desperate, I forced myself to go slow, touching the end of my cock to her entrance before pushing in the helmet.

She relaxed, clearly thinking that we would just be carrying on where we had left off last time. "OH GOD!" she moaned as she hung her legs open to accept the rest of my boner.

Fuck, she was hot. As I started pushing my meaty boner into her, I realized by the tightness of her love channel that she hadn't had penetrative sex since I'd last fucked her. That was just the way I wanted her. Moving my boner in and out with small movements, her juiciness eventually allowed me to have pushed halfway up her vagina.

With another gentle push, I leaned down to her head and whispered in her ear, "I know what you've been up to Mommy. You've tried to rob me. I'm now going to kick you out and stop all your allowance. I just wanted to fuck you before I took it all away."

I didn't mean either of my threats but she didn't know that.

She suddenly became very aware, pushing me back and screaming in my face, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Her arms were swinging and she managed to whack me across my face before I was able to grasp her hands and push them to the sides. Her writhing movements had enabled my boner to slide inside even further.

I grabbed a stiletto heel in each hand and pushed her legs above her, trapping her arms beneath. Her ass was now higher and her garter-clad thighs were facing me as I pulled back and drove my hard man meat deep into her. Seeing her eyes watering with anger I laughed before ramming into her again and again.

I was now achieving full penetration right up to the hilt. She was packed with the big hard boner that she hadn't experienced for four months and I could tell by her breathing that she was fully sexually stimulated. I tentatively brought her legs down, waiting for the punch in the face, but then breathed in relief as her hands instead just gripped the sheets.

I pulled her roughly towards me and grasped her pink thighs, loving the feel of the stocking tops and the straps. I began a steady fuck rhythm and was delighted when Mommy, still sobbing in anger, couldn't stop herself slightly pushing up to meet me. The feel of my penis being gripped in that juicy vagina was exquisite. Her tits looked fabulous as they swayed like two torpedo tubes pointing upwards and I finally couldn't resist them any longer as I grasped the fleshy orbs.

With my back straight and my fingers gripping her melons, I kept a steady tempo pushing my throbbing meaty boner in and out. I caught site of us in the full length mirror. I looked like a young enemy soldier who'd picked out a beautiful mature big breasted mother for his sexual pleasure. This was definitely the best position to violate my captive mom, as I could achieve full penetration with maximum big breast enjoyment. The feeling was delicious as I gripped her big breasts and steadily sliced my pulsating boner in and out of her hot juicy tight pussy.

It was at this point that I sensed a change in Mommy. She had always known that I was obsessed with her face and body. Even now as I was fucking her I was gazing at her beauty; her shiny red hair against the white pillow, the blue of her eyes, the mouth with its sensuous parted lips. Her skin was slightly pink due to her sexual flush and this hid the light freckles that were sprinkled over her face and breasts.

She saw me gazing down at her and although she knew I was angry with her at her attempts to overturn the Will, in the back of her mind she also knew that I was besotted with her and that I would have difficulty keeping my hands off her. I suddenly felt a slight relaxation in her tension and she started thrusting up harder towards me.

With a groan I lunged forward and sucked a plump nipple into my mouth. My right hand was feeding the purple areola between my lips. My left hand was gripping her left teat. With her newly relaxed demeanor, Mommy slid the fingers of her left hand through my hair, pressing my head to her breast and whispered, "My baby boy's boner feels bigger than ever. You've got your Mommy at your mercy, you naughty boy!"

As she whispered those sensual words, she held my head tightly, trapping my mouth around her teat. At the same time I felt Mommy bringing her stiletto heels around to my ass, pulling my buttocks towards her, rubbing her nylon legs against my sides. As I pulled my boner back she used her heels to drag it back into her, her pelvis thrusting up hard to meet me.

Now I was unsure who was fucking whom. I felt she was now in sexual control. She was holding me so that I was suckling her teats like a baby, while she was firmly feeding her hot vagina with my hard throbbing man meat. We were in a delicious fuck rhythm and we both sensed our orgasms starting at the same time.

She gasped "Cum inside Mommy baby!" as I groaned into her breast, my fiery jizz erupting inside her. She continued to hold me as her contractions milked my boner, sucking and sucking my cum as it rocketed up her vagina. I lay there drained as she continued to hold me close.

For a couple of minutes we both just lay there in silence. Then Mommy whispered, "Are you really going to throw me out?"

I waited a few seconds, creating a dramatic pause, before replying, "Probably not."

Although she had known what I would say, I could feel Mommy's relief as her body, which had tensed up when she asked the question, relaxed with the reprieve.

"What about my allowance?" she added hopefully.

"Not so fast," I said firmly. "We'll have some lunch and talk about it."

As we both put bath robes on to go downstairs, it was a very contrite Mommy who quietly led me to the kitchen, where there were a couple of sandwiches in the fridge and a bottle of wine.

Over lunch I expanded on my thinking. "I am cutting your allowance right down. The last thing I want is to give you more money to spend on lawyers trying to annul the Will. Nevertheless, you can get the allowance increased by improving your behavior from now on. Specifically I'll need help with Lucy."

I explained how Lucy was coming to ask me for college funding and showed Mommy the picture of Lucy on my laptop.

Mommy grinned as she saw Lucy and said, "I can see why you're looking forward to her coming. I presume you want me to engineer her coming to your bedroom?"

"Got it in one." I smiled back.

"Then there's Cynthia," she added.

"Cynthia's turned over a new leaf," I said, "She's supporting charities and I have emailed her to say that she's very welcome for Christmas and that I wouldn't make any unwanted approaches to her."

"Oh," said Mommy and I could hear some disappointment in her voice.

The disappointment didn't surprise me. I had thought that Mommy seemed to enjoy my sexual encounters with Cynthia, probably getting vicarious sexual gratification. She always had a soft spot for Cynthia and I suspected this was partly in a sexual way.

As we finished our wine, Mommy stood up and said, "My improved behavior starts now," and headed up the stairs, her ass swaying underneath her bath robe as I followed her.

In the bedroom Mommy undid my bath robe and, slipping it off my shoulders, pushed me back on the bed. She then took off her robe to let me see her glorious body, naked except for stockings and a garter belt.

As she climbed on top of me she breathed, "Just you lay there baby and let Mommy take care of you."

She was fully aware that this was my favorite sexual position for her. Her fabulous body was displayed to full advantage and she knew it. It gave her control over me and I found it a turn-on that Mommy was dominating her baby boy.

My erection was a rock hard tube, flat against my stomach. She straddled me her legs on the bed either side. Her labia was wide open as she sat pressing her sexual genitalia against my boner. She started sliding herself forwards so that her hot sexual membranes reached the tip of my helmet, then she slid backwards dragging my tight foreskin back so that it formed a constricted band around the base of my flange.

She kept repeating this delicious movement, pressing harder as her clitoris reached the sensitive underside of my helmet. Pretty soon her juices were making the sliding movement slippery and even more enjoyable so that she knew we were ready for penetration.

As she slid forwards for the last time she kept going so that my boner slipped out behind her. Then as she slid backwards she deliberately wriggled so that my knob end pierced her pussy opening. She thrust back hard impaling herself on my blood-engorged phallus.

Now firmly in the saddle with my hard love lollipop inside her, she sat upright lightly squeezing me with her vagina muscles. She looked down at me with a smirk. "This is how you want your Mommy don't you? Sitting on top of your penis and fucking you, you dirty little boy!"

"Oh God yes!" I groaned, staring greedily at her lush body.

She arched her back and thrust out her marvelous melons, gently pumping her hips, pleasuring my throbbing penis as she said. "My baby boy has got me just where he wants me. Now you're going to be able to make Mommy fuck you whenever you want."

I kept my hands by my side, delaying the delight of manhandling her luscious orbs.

Dad had been right when he'd said that that was nothing as good as a big breasted woman on top fucking you. For a brief moment I pictured how my sister would look, impaled on my salami, riding her baby brother, her long legs gripping me as she thrust her lush breasts out. Then I erased the thought as I remembered with regret that I wouldn't be forcing her to pleasure me.

Mommy smiled as she saw me holding myself back and, crossing her arms behind her head, started shaking her big tasty tits and whispering, "Mommy's tits are all yours baby, enjoy!"

It was all too much as, with a cry, I lunged up and sucked a mouthful of luscious breast flesh between my lips. The succulent nipples and areolae were like plums as I gobbled hungrily on one teat then the other.

Mommy laughed as she said, "So my naughty little boy likes sucking Mommy's tits as she fucks him, does he?"

She was pumping harder now, fucking me strongly as I gobbled her tit flesh.

"You've always wanted me," she hissed, not stopping her pelvic thrusts, "looking up my skirt to see my stocking tops and straps."

I groaned again, my mouth slobbering around a nipple, as my hands went to the tops of her stockings as she knew they would. She laughed as my fingers intertwined with her garter straps and thigh flesh. As I slid my hands under the straps around her ass I grasped her buttocks and felt the muscles squeezing and tensing as she rode me.

As she fucked me, Mommy leaned forward and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue in my mouth in time with her pelvic thrusts. I liked that and held her head so I could enjoy her mouth longer.

Finally she pushed me back down and leaned forward grabbing the bedrail saying, "I know this is your favorite position baby with Mommy's tits in your face as I fuck you."

She started riding me as she had in the past, lifting herself to the tip of my penis, then impaling herself hard, raking down my tender shaft. I was sucking her nipples intently and gripping her buttocks as she slid her vagina up and down my engorged man meat.

She was sounding quite breathless as she gasped, "Naughty Mommy has to ride her horny little boy till he cums."

I was certainly on the brink of cumming, but was trying to hold off until she hit her orgasm which I could tell would be soon. I wanted to feel her internal muscles squeezing me as I shot my load. I didn't have long to wait. As she thrust down for the last time she screamed with her orgasm and I let go my pulsing bursts of cum juice. As her vagina squeezed my tender boner, it sucked my shooting jizz deep inside her.

I lay there feeling sexually drained and determined that I would insist on her visiting me during my next term at college. It would be a bit awkward if the other students saw her, but I could just keep her in my room and she could ride me to orgasm whenever I needed it.

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Lucy arrived in a taxi at eleven the next morning. Mommy opened the door to her and, as Lucy stepped neatly in and took her coat off, I saw my very pretty cousin in close fitting jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. She seemed even more petite than in the photo. Her big dark eyes shone with a smile and her teeth gleamed white.

"Hi Cousin Billy," she said, as I walked over and bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She had brought a briefcase with her, I presumed with the college prospectus etc, and a small suitcase which I took off her as I led her into the lounge. Her size made her seem even younger than her eighteen years, but there was a knowledgeable look behind her eyes that told me she was mature in her thought processes.

We reminisced with Mommy for half an hour about old times and I had to acknowledge to myself that her disposition had improved immensely from the bitch cousin I could remember. Eventually I said, "OK, let's have a look at this university course."

Mommy then left us to make coffee and I started looking at the paperwork with Lucy. I was surprised to see that the college was only twenty miles from my college campus. The course itself appeared to provide a solid foundation for the career she'd chosen and her qualifications gave her a solid base. I didn't think the missed semester would give her too much of a problem.

Lucy looked thrilled as eventually I said, "This all looks fine. I can certainly help you financially."

I then mentioned a monthly dollar amount which caused her pretty face to fall disconsolately. Hastily I reassured her, "Obviously, this income will be a starting point. You will need to enhance it with an evening job, a Saturday job and perhaps some night shift work, but I'm sure you will manage."

To say she was crestfallen was an understatement. She had listened with growing dismay at my list of how she could supplement her income, particularly at my mention of the night shift work. We didn't discuss it any further as Mommy came back in and we widened the conversation to other matters.

Lucy continued to be quiet over lunch and, when we had finished coffee, I gave my excuses leaving Mommy and Lucy together and crept round the back to hear their conversation.

Mommy started, "Lucy, I'm so glad that Billy is able to help you. He obviously finds you very lovely, but I'm sure that it's your determination to do well that has impressed him."

I could just see Lucy's reflection in the mirror when she blushed prettily and said, "Thank you Auntie. You're very kind."

"No, no," said Mommy. "You're the one that's kind. I worry about Billy. He's so susceptible to a pretty face."

Mommy hesitated as if she felt she shouldn't continue, but when Lucy looked at her with a sympathetic querying look, she carried on. "I know I shouldn't be telling you this dear, but I know I can trust you. Recently I had a friend's daughter staying with me who wanted Billy to fund some ridiculous course. Billy quite rightly said "No" and I thought that was the end of it. Then that night I couldn't sleep. I was not taking the sleeping pills I do now. I heard her knock on Billy's door and go into his room. A few minutes later I could hear by what he was saying that she was performing fellatio on him. I was shocked. The next day both of them acted as if nothing had happened. Then, that second night the same thing happened again. This time I thought Billy was in pain the way he was moaning. Anyway, the next morning Billy announced that he was giving her all she'd requested. I was horrified that my son could be taken advantage of in such a way."

"Oh Auntie, you poor thing," said Lucy, "I'm sure nothing like it will ever happen again."

Lucy put her arms around Mommy as she said this, but I thought I could see something in Lucy's eyes that meant she was planning how the information could be used to her advantage.

I spent the rest of the day mostly in my study and the women watched television. I joined them in the evening and it was ten o'clock when eventually Mommy said, "Well I'm off to bed. I'll be taking a sleeping pill as usual so you can turn the television volume up as much as you like."

"No need," I said standing up. "I'm taking a shower then having an early night as well."

"Same goes for me," said Lucy, standing up and stretching her perfectly formed body rather fetchingly.

I showered fairly quickly and sat in my bath robe feeling tense. My body was on full sexual alert. Ever since I started having sex at home, the environment of the house seemed to massively increase my libido. My balls were hanging heavy, filled by my glands going into overtime on sperm production. It was eleven o'clock before I heard what I had been waiting for, the quiet knock on the door.

My mouth was dry as I croaked, "Come in."

Lucy opened the door and stepped inside. She looked absolutely stunning. She was a gorgeous China doll. When she had retired to her room she had obviously put her makeup on rather than taking it off. Her lips were red, luscious and pouty. Her eyes were big black and flashing with fluttering eyelashes. She was wearing a long Asian night robe that just showed her ankles. She came slowly towards me with what was more a glide than a walk, then stood in front of me undecidedly.

I felt that there was a danger of her changing her mind, so I stepped forward quickly and put my arms around her in a comforting manner, hugging her to me. "Why Lucy, whatever is the matter?" I said in my most concerned voice.

As I did this I leant my face over so that my lips were inches from hers. She took the bait of the opportunity and pushed herself up kissing me full on the lips. I wasn't letting her go now and grasped her to me as her little tongue thrust itself determinedly into my mouth and wrestled with my tongue.

Oh yummy yummy, I was in kissing cousins' heaven. She was clearly used to the old tongue grappling and she tasted delicious. As we were eating each other, I felt her fingers slowly moving tentatively down the front of my bath robe. I'd undone the ties of the robe so that it would hang open and her fingers were now over my stomach. I pushed forward so that my erect boner was pushed back against her fingers."Oh Lucy, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid my penis has just reacted to the closeness of your body."

"Don't worry," she said, as her small cool hands grasped my hot meaty phallus.

She gasped and glanced down at it. I knew the size of it would be a shock for her. It wasn't so much the length of my staff as the girth. Her fingers seemed to have to stretch around it.

She hesitated and, worrying that she should suddenly panic and stop, I started falling back on the bed as if I felt feint. I pulled her back with me and accidentally pushed her down so that we ended up with me sitting on the end of the bed with Lucy on her knees, her mouth inches away from the end of my boner.

As a hint I whispered, "Lucy, you naughty girl, I don't know how I'll repay you for this."

She needed no further encouragement and bent her head sucking my hot helmet into that warm moist mouth. As I felt the pressure of her lips I realized that she had done this before. I was pleased that she had been able to practice on her fiancé, as I was certainly getting the benefit of her experience. My China doll's oriental oral technique was quickly having me moaning.

"Oooh Lucy that's wonderful," I groaned, as her little tongue licked the head of my boner. The knob end seemed to virtually fill her mouth so her lips were slipping back and forth over the corona ridge. Her tongue toyed with my red eye and rasped the delicate underside before she returned to her naughty sucking.

As she sucked me, she moved her fingers down and under me to grasp my balls. They seemed big, even to me, and she gasped as she realized that she could not hold them in one of her small hands and ended up cupping a ball in each hand. She seemed like a small young farmer's daughter holding the testicles of the farm bull. As she gently squeezed them she increased the suction of her lips and I knew she would now be able to taste my pre-cum which would be oozing out of the end of my hard lollipop.

I realized that it would not be physically possible to slip my boner down her throat and so contented myself with my knob end in her mouth and the thought that I was going to make sure I fucked her the following evening.

I thought there may be a chance that she would not want me to cum in her mouth, so to make sure she wouldn't break away I whispered, "Lucy, you'll be rewarded for this. I know you're going to drain me completely and swallow all of my love juice."

If she hadn't intended to swallow before, she was certainly going to do so now. As a back-up I was going to grasp her hair so that my cock stayed in her mouth, but I decided that the promise of financial reward would be enough. With a final loud groan I lay back on the bed and let my orgasm course through my body.

Lucy performed excellently. Realizing I was climaxing, she sucked me harder, keeping a steady tempo. The fiery jizz shot up my throbbing man meat in electrifying pulses. Great gobs of cum ejected into her mouth which she was able to swallow, while at the same time keeping up the sucking, perpetuating the cum extraction. She squeezed my balls in time with my orgasmic releases and I found that my eyes were watering from the pleasure she was giving me.

Eventually the flood of cum gave way to a trickle and she finally stopped. Both of us were gasping for breath, me from my orgasm and her from the effort of sucking me and swallowing my cum at the same time. She lay down next to me and cuddled up close.

This was very nice and I meant it when I said to her, "Lucy, you were fantastic. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what I'll have to tell you on your finances the morning you leave."

I could feel her smile through our cuddle and felt sorry when I had to add, "You'll be coming to see me tomorrow night of course."

If she was disheartened that more was required of her, she tried to hide it when she said with a slightly restrained voice, "I look forward to it."

I didn't believe her, but what the hell, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

If Lucy thought that the following evening I would be less sexually active, she would be in for a disappointment. The next morning it felt as if my cum production had been working overtime. My balls felt heavier than ever and I walked awkwardly all day with a half erection. The time seemed to drag until Mommy repeated her good night words of the previous evening and we all went to bed early.

This time as Lucy knocked she opened the door simultaneously. My China doll glided over the floor again to kiss me and this time we had a good minute of delicious mouth exploration before we broke off to breathe.

However, this time, instead of me going backwards on the bed, I propelled Lucy towards it undoing her robe and pushing it off her shoulders as she fell. She was only wearing her pink panties and I looked at her lustfully. Given her stature, I was surprised by the size of her breasts which appeared a nice C-cup. Her strawberry pink nipples made me wet my lips.

"I've had my turn Lucy, now it's your turn," I gasped as I bent my head to her pussy and tried to pull her panties down."

"No, no," cried Lucy, "I'm happy just to give you pleasure."

As she said this her fingers gripped the top of her panties, preventing me from ripping them down. Her legs tried to come together, clasping my head on both sides.

"I insist," I muttered as I started licking at the front of her panties.

"I want to blow you Billy," she cried, becoming deliberately crude in her desperation to stop me.

"You first." I insisted and began munching the front of her panties with my lips.

This was not going quite as I intended. She was gripping her panties very determinedly and although I had pulled them down a couple of inches, I couldn't wrest them any further. Furthermore, the material at the front of her panties was quite thick and through it I wasn't able to feel the contours of her genitalia. I wanted to feel her tits, but knew that as soon as I released her panties she would pull them up tightly and make things even more difficult. I then had a brainwave.

Because I had slightly loosened her panties, I found I was able to wrestle my tongue under the elastic at the side. As I inched it across her pubes my tongue found the edge of her labia pulling her pussy lips to one side and sliding onto her clitoris.

Lucy screamed, "NOOOO!"

This was more like it. As my cousin was screaming, I was giving her clitoris a good licking. Pretty soon I was tasting the juices of her sex and the screams had turned to moans. These increased when, as she lessened her grip on her panties, I was able to pull them completely to one side with my fingers. My mouth now had full access to mash against her open sex and I knew I had her at my mercy.

I pulled back and tore her panties off. She automatically opened her legs wide to allow my mouth back again. However, this time it was not my mouth but the head of my boner that I placed at her pussy opening.

I pushed in hard. She knew immediately what had happened and, although she was moaning with sexual fervor, she tried to wriggle up the bed away from me. As I followed her movement up the bed, the wriggling merely helped me to fully enter her.

In between her gasps Lucy squeaked "Ooooh! You're sooo big!"

The way she followed that comment with a sexual moan meant it wasn't a complaint. She was very tight, but was no virgin, and her pussy was so juicy that, despite the size of my boner, I had no problem thrusting it further and further inside her. With one final push I was fully embedded. Her vagina had stretched to encompass my hard hot love meat. After pulling back, I thrust it in again right up to the hilt.

Lucy had now really come to life. She was twisting, wriggling and squirming on the end of my love spear. As I leaned forward and sucked her delicious nipples her wiggles became even more frantic. My China doll had turned into a Chinese cracker. I was thrusting my boner in and out with long strokes. The little cutie was screaming with pleasure as she was skewered on my love pole.

As I was thrusting my big boner in and out of her tight vagina, she was so slight that each thrust moved her an inch up the bed. Pretty soon, she was up against the pillows. I roughly pulled her down the bed, spread her legs wide and started pounding her up the bed again.

Halfway up, I grabbed the top of her shoulders and held her still, so that I had full leverage to stab my rigid hot meat into her as deep and powerfully as possible. I was in total control with my squealing cousin trapped beneath me.

I was effectively battering her into an orgasm. Her little legs were kicking as her face colored red as she entered her climax. I roared and went rigid as my cum erupted inside her. She was wriggling impaled on my member as her cunt spasmed and gripped my tender love stick which was emptying my copious squirts of jizz in her vagina.

As we lay there drained, I wanted her to stay cuddling all night but she was worried about Mommy finding us.

The next morning her cab came early, when Mommy was in bed, which was probably just as well. I had told Lucy that I would fully finance her course and she hugged me when I said it. She then said that, as our colleges were close, she would like to visit me, but I said she didn't need to do that to get the money.

I was pleasantly surprised then when she said that she still wanted to see me and I found myself feeling pleased when I said she would be very welcome. I was looking forward to having some arm candy I could show off to my college friends and thought that there could be possibilities of a longer term relationship.

After Lucy had gone Mommy and I sat next to each other having breakfast. As we awaited Cynthia's arrival, knowing from Mommy's emails that Cynthia could be getting betrothed to Henry, I said, "Perhaps Cynthia will have found some romance in New York."

I was surprised then when Mommy said that Cynthia had found romance, but in an email she'd received yesterday Cynthia had told her that it was all over. Apparently the man Cynthia had planned to marry turned out to be not a millionaire but a chauffeur who'd borrowed his boss's car. I hadn't looked at Mommy's emails since I'd arrived home so this was a surprise to me.

Suddenly we heard a taxi draw up and after a few seconds delay, Cynthia opened the door looking more gorgeous than ever. After Lucy's short stature, Cynthia looked particularly tall. Her long legs were in clinging jeans. She had unbuttoned her coat as she had come through the door and her big full breasts bounced in her tight blouse. Her long blonde hair fell about her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sparkling and her luscious pouty mouth was open, breathing in short gasps of air from her exertion carrying her case from the car. In her right hand she was grasping the letters from our mailbox. She must have noticed the red flag indicator as she passed it.

Looking briefly at the letters she saw there was nothing for her and threw them on the breakfast table, sweeping on to give Mommy a hug and a kiss and me a light kiss on the forehead. This was a disappointment as I realized that a kiss on my lips would have told me that she would be giving me some physical gratitude for funding her studies. I was beginning to regret appreciating her charitable virtues and not continuing to demand some sexual payment, especially with her new blowjob experience. Her hot mouth was looking particularly welcoming for my boner.

She suddenly seemed to notice that Mommy and I were sitting close together in our bath robes and sensed the intimacy between us. She half smiled knowingly then said she needed a shower and walked off to her room.

Mommy, guessing I was regretting not forcing Cynthia on the sexual front, said,"What's this charity that Cynthia is involved with?"

I explained that it was the Mental Health Support Team (MHST) and was one that Dad would have been pleased to support. As I explained this I saw an envelope addressed to me from Cynthia's university. Opening it I read it with initial amazement then searing anger.

"Dear Sir,

Thank you for your check for the Media Hollywood Study Trip (MHST). I am returning a check to you for your overpayment of $1,000.

You will be pleased to know that the trip was a great success with the students meeting a number of Hollywood stars. I was surprised when Cynthia asked to be included as the trip was not related to her course, but she helped increase the numbers and made the trip financially viable."

There followed information on other potential trips during the Spring semester, but I was too livid to take any notice of these. I seethed with anger as I showed Mommy the letter and planned my revenge.

Two hours later, after we'd all had showers, Cynthia appeared out of her room dressed in her jeans that showed her beautiful bubble butt and a top that clung to her breasts.

"How did you enjoy Hollywood?" I asked in a cynical voice.

Cynthia went pale. "How did you find out?" she whispered, then added with a smirk, "Well it's too late now anyway. I went on the trip and enjoyed it."

"I'm stopping all your funding immediately," I said harshly and walked off, annoyed with her bravado.

It was about an hour later that Cynthia knocked on my study door as I was seated at my desk. As I said, "Come in." in a crisp tone, Cynthia walked in and stood stiffly staring ahead, not looking me in the eye.

"I've been thinking about it," she said in a subdued tone. "I know what you want from me and I'm willing to give you some oral pleasure."

"I want a lot more than that," I said to her in what was a rather parched voice. My throat was suddenly dry as I looked at her lustfully. "I've wasted two thousand dollars on you and I want my money's worth, otherwise I'll just stop all your funding immediately."

"No, no, please," said Cynthia in a complete panic. "I'll do anything." She dropped her voice to a sullen whisper, "Just tell me what you want."

Feeling more confident from her submissive answer, I stood up and said, "This evening you will give me the best blowjob possible. Tomorrow morning, Mommy will give you a massage to relax you and you and I will have full sex in the afternoon."

She stood there shocked. I'd decided not to mention that "full sex" included me fucking her in the ass. She was clearly cursing her luck that I had found out about the Hollywood trip, but at the same time knew she was at my mercy.

As she nodded her assent I added, "Mommy and I have become closer of late. She will instruct you on what to do."

Cynthia didn't seemed surprised by this. She had seen when she arrived that Mommy and I had a warmer relationship then we'd had before.

That evening I anticipated a Christmas Eve to remember as I stripped off in my bedroom and lay naked back on my bed. A few minutes later Mommy opened the door and walked in followed by a very sullen looking Cynthia. Mommy was fully dressed but Cynthia was in a white robe which was tightly drawn around her.

"Let's get started," said Mommy brightly as she approached the bed and I quickly realized that she was carrying the emerald green velvet cords that I had utilized last time I was home.

I didn't object as she tied my wrists to the bedrail, but there was a thought in the back of my mind that it could be a plan by her and Cynthia to murder me. I quickly rejected this, but only on the basis that it would be difficult for them to cover up the crime and that they didn't know what instructions I had left with my attorney in the event of my death. I certainly didn't trust either of them.

Mommy nodded to Cynthia who was carrying a bottle of oil. Cynthia approached the foot of the bed, pushed my legs apart and began spraying oil liberally over my pubic area. The oil splashed on the sides of my thighs, on my genitals and trickled down my groin.

Cynthia's hands went to work firmly but gently, massaging my penis and testicles. In an instant I was rock hard. She started slowly jacking me, both sets of fingers around the shaft. This was great.

As Cynthia pulled my foreskin hard down, exposing the hot helmet looking pink and angry, Mommy leaned over me and whispered, "She's now going to lick the head."

Goody, goody, I thought as Cynthia's teasing tongue flittered up and down my glans, then around the rim of the helmet. This pleasure lasted a few minutes and I was increasingly pulling on my cords and trying to thrust my cock in her mouth.

"Do you want your sister to suck you?" whispered Mommy in my ear.

"Fuck yes," I groaned.

Mommy tapped Cynthia on the arm and immediately Cynthia slid her mouth fully over my helmet and started sucking her lips backwards and forwards.

"Aaargh," I gasped, pulling on the cords.

Mommy tapped Cynthia again and my sister instantly grasped by balls with the long slender fingers of her left hand.

Mommy smiled as I squirmed, "You love having your balls played with don't you?" I could only make sighs of pleasure as my sister kept sucking me and teasing my testicles.

"Now for the special, baby," said Mommy after a couple of minutes, tapping Cynthia on the arm again. As she did so Cynthia slid her right hand down my groin and between my buttocks, not stopping until her third finger was touching my sphincter.

"Oh fuck yes!" I pleaded and let out a cry as my sister's finger slid into my asshole. The sensations were terrific. The maximum sensation was in my helmet being firmly sucked in her mouth, but this was combined with the warm tickling of my balls and the glorious feeling of her finger in my ass.

Eventually, in my ecstasy, I heard Mommy say "Cynthia!" in a slightly reprimanding voice. It was then that Cynthia started taking me right down her throat. This had obviously been part of the plan between Mommy and Cynthia, but my sister had hoped she could avoid it. I was glad she didn't because throat fucking her was fabulous.

She had to lean forward further to get the cockhead all the way down her throat. She pushed her tongue out as it slid in which seemed to make the passage easier. The throat fucking appeared to cause her to create more saliva as it dripped out of her mouth and this wetness lubricated my meaty shaft allowing it to slide pass the back of her mouth down her throat.

She didn't stop her fingers working my balls and asshole as she leaned forward. I could feel Mommy watching me closely and as I was about to cum she tapped Cynthia again. My sister immediately pushed a second finger into my rectum and concentrated on vigorously sucking my helmet.

Mommy leaned across me and pushed her tongue in my mouth as my orgasm exploded. My jizz shot into Cynthia's mouth in fiery spurts. Cynthia swallowed as she'd been instructed and squeezed my balls in time with my spasms. Her inserted fingers pressed deeper in my ass as I unloaded my cum.

Cynthia left abruptly as I lay there breathing heavily. Mommy undid the cords which, as a result of my wrenching, had bitten into my wrists. We lay there together for a few moments as we planned Christmas Day.

The next morning I breakfasted on my own. Cynthia had been told that I would want sex later in the day and I conjectured that she intended to close her eyes and try to blank me out. However, the morning was about Cynthia having a massage by Mommy which, I guessed, she would see as a deserved piece of pampering.

As I crept up to Mommy's bedroom and hid round the door, Cynthia was already naked lying face down on the bed with Mommy splashing oil on her back and working it in. I knew that Mommy would have already insisted on helping Cynthia shower, washing her back. Mommy had wanted to get her hands on Cynthia and this was now her chance.

Even with her face half in the pillow, I could hear Cynthia complaining about me. "He's a bastard who just wants to fuck his sister. The money I conned him into spending is just an excuse. Well he'll not see me showing any pleasure or reaction at all. It will be as if he's fucking a corpse. Oooh yes!"The final exclamation was because Mommy had pressed her knuckles into the muscles connecting Cynthia's neck to her shoulders. I was surprised to see that Mommy's massage was going to have a beneficial effect as well as a sexual stimulation.

Having established her therapeutic credentials, Mommy's hands had travelled to Cynthia's ass which was now being squeezed and I could see Cynthia flexing her buttocks in response.

As my sister's complaints against me became quieter, Mommy pulled Cynthia's shoulder to indicate she should turn over. Cynthia immediate faced upwards and I could see her cheeks were looking pink.

Mommy's hands now began firmly stroking Cynthia's torso. She moved her fingers over her breasts but avoided touching Cynthia's sensitive nipples. Cynthia looked gorgeous and her body looked luscious. Her long legs seemed to stretch for ever and I imagined them wrapped round my back.

As Mommy's hands moved down to my sister's stomach and groin, Cynthia opened her legs a little and Mommy obliged slipping her fingers down across Cynthia's labia. Nothing had been said between them since Cynthia had turned over but there was now clearly an understanding that Cynthia wanted her sex massaged until she'd reached a climax.

Mommy fingers were now busy gently rubbing Cynthia's clitoris and Cynthia had her eyes closed moaning in appreciation, glad I presumed that she could at least enjoy some sexual satisfaction without the interference of her little brother.

As Mommy's fingers toyed at the entrance to Cynthia's pussy, Mommy whispered, "Would you like something in there Cynthia?"

"Oh yes please!" Cynthia gasped, thinking that Mommy was going to insert a finger into her pussy.

I had already stripped off my clothes before I had hidden round the door and I now walked naked quickly up to Cynthia and pushed my boner firmly in her vagina. There was a shriek from Cynthia who had opened her eyes immediately.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed as I pushed my meaty boner deep into her. Mommy had got her really juicy and prepared for a good fucking and I quickly started slicing my hard phallus in and out. I pushed in deep right to the hilt and then brought it out and deep in again. Cynthia was writhing and screaming.

Although Cynthia had agreed to have sex with me, she clearly thought I had taken an unfair advantage. I suppose it was like someone going to the dentist for a filling and being grabbed and drilled as they entered the room and I was certainly drilling my sister with relish.

Mommy had deliberately avoided touching Cynthia's nipples but now I grabbed a big breast in each hand and squeezed those scrumptious plums in my fingers. As when I'd fucked Mommy, I caught site of us in the full length mirror. I looked again like the young enemy soldier who this time had picked out the beautiful big breasted eldest daughter for his sexual pleasure. I was again violating my captive achieving full penetration with maximum big breast enjoyment. As I gripped her lovely jugs and steadily sliced my pulsating boner in and out of her hot juicy tight pussy, I could see her eyes glaring at me.

I leaned forward, sucking voraciously on her teats and was rewarded by Cynthia groaning and wrapping her long legs around my ass, pulling me into her. She was now really thrusting up at me as she tried to pull in as much of my meaty boner as she could. At the same time she was still shouting I was a "FUCKING BASTARD!"

There's something about a woman's reluctance that gets me going when I'm fucking her and I sucked hard on her tits as I climaxed and shot copious spurts of jizz deep inside her.

My erection was as hard as ever as I pulled out and turned her over. Although Cynthia hadn't climaxed, she was close and so easily moved to the position I was after.

I grabbed her bubble butt and thrust my boner deep back into her pussy. She grabbed the bedrail and pushed back hard against me, trying to achieve the climax I'd denied her. As I was pumping into her, Mommy splashed oil between Cynthia's buttocks and I pushed a finger then a thumb into her sphincter.

Cynthia thought I was merely trying to heighten her pleasure as we fucked and was so unprepared when I pulled my penis out of her pussy and began my anal attack, piercing her sphincter with my boner and thrusting it in as deep as I could. Cynthia froze.

I don't know if her scream was pain or pleasure as I enjoyably pumped her ass. To get more traction I grasped her hair, twisting it round my fingers and pulled her head back towards me. Her back arched and her ass protruded as my thighs slapped against her buttocks.

Cynthia was gasping as I pounded into her. Gradually she began reacting to my thrusts, pushing her ass back as I was sliding into her. Cynthia groaned loudly, "OH NO!" as she found herself responding.

She was angry with herself for the way she was pushing back into me, desperate for my boner to penetrate further in her ass. She knew she was giving me intense pleasure and she hated me for it. She gripped the bed rail tighter and slammed herself back driving my hard boner ever deeper.

I pounded into her and could feel my orgasm imminent as Cynthia climaxed gripping my cock with her ass muscles. Suddenly I felt my balls grabbed from behind by Mommy and two oiled fingers thrust into my ass. My genitalia and ass were in ecstasy as I could hold back no longer and exploded in a cataclysmic orgasm. My boner spurted shot after shot of gobs of jizz deep inside my sister's ass. Mommy was squeezing my balls and working her fingers in my ass in time to the pulses of cum that were emanating from me.

I finally collapsed exhausted on top of Cynthia and gasped, "Thank you Mommy."

Mommy kissed me on the back of my neck and whispered, "Merry Christmas baby."