Stepdaddy’s Filthy Family 5

Stepdaddy’s Filthy Family, Ch. 5
by KwikSylvia

NATE

Two days later, my head was still spinning from what had happened over the weekend with my wife and stepson. Telling Melissa about my incest fetish, then getting even more sexual with my stepson, it was all too much.

Monday afternoon, alone in my house, I was on edge, waiting for Melissa to get home. I’d talked to her about a special kinky little session of Monday night lovemaking, and to my surprise, she agreed. But dammit, she had to work late that night, so I waited for her.

I wanted to really help Melissa explore her exhibitionist fetish, and I had the perfect idea on how to do that safely and privately. The minutes ticked slowly by. I was dying with horny anticipation when my phone rang. It was Abby.

“Hey, sis,” I said. “How is everything?”

“Nate,” she said, “you can’t send me porn links. What if someone found out? What if Melissa found out? Or my son Todd? No, you can’t send me such filth ever again. Promise me you won’t.”

“Consent?” I asked.

“Consent,” she said.

“So you didn’t like the link I sent?” I asked.

My sister’s response was immediate. “No, I didn’t like it. A mother should never suck on her son’s cock or lick his asshole. I bet you think I masturbated to those boys fucking their poor mother. I didn’t. I shut it off.”

“So you didn’t get to the part where they double-penetrated her?” I asked.

“Maybe I skipped to the end,” she admitted. “Maybe it made me wet as fuck. Maybe I came. I came five times, but I could never tell you that. It wouldn’t be right. You’re my brother.”

“And you’re my beautiful sister.” I had to adjust my pants. Her words were getting my dick hard. “I have news on my end.”

“What’s that?” Abby asked. “No, stop. I don’t want to know. Is it about incest with your stepson?”

“Actually,” I said, “I talked to Melissa about my incest fetish. She said it wasn’t her thing, but then we role played. I called her Mommy and fucked the shit out of her and came on her face. Get this. Jacob saw me coming on her face and he jerked off to us. Then he came.”

Abby gasped. “Oh fucking God, Nate. You are living out your incest fantasies. But this can’t be healthy. Don’t think I’m jealous. Don’t’ think if I lived closer, I would drive over and we could mess around.”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

Abby paused. “I shouldn’t tell you this. I really shouldn’t. Should I?”

“You totally should,” I breathed. “Please, sis.”

“Well,” Abby said. “I’m between clients. I’m in my office, at my chair, and my panties are around my ankles. And I’m rubbing my clit while we talk. Oh, little brother, I shouldn’t have told you that. And I shouldn’t tell you that I would let you fuck me. I would let you fuck me, Jacob could fuck me. Even Melissa could fuck me. I’m such a whore. I’m naked in my office rubbing my naked pussy.”

Immediately, I stood up, dropped my pants, and started jacking off right along with her. “What about your tits, Abby. Get your tits out.”

“What if my receptionist walks in?” she asked.

“She’ll get down and lick your pussy,” I said. “You’ve said she’s a hot older woman. You could call her Mommy.”

She’d moved through her reluctance phase and into her slutty phase. My favorite. She whispered fiercely, “Oh fuck. I will, Nate. I’ll get my tits out for you.”

The static of fabric buzzed through the phone and then she was back on the line. “I’m rubbing my pussy juice on my nipples. Oh, I’m such a fucking whore.”

“Such a fucking incestuous whore,” I added.

That made her groan.

“Okay, my tits are out, I have two fingers in my pussy and another on my clit. Oh, shit. Are you rubbing your cock? Is your cock out of pants and hard?”

“I’m so hard, sis,” I said. “But wait until I tell you what happened later that day?”

“Tell me,” Abby whined like a bitch in heat.

“You know how I said I wasn’t going to mess around with Jacob anymore? Well, I couldn’t help myself. He started it. He said it wasn’t fair that I got to suck on his cock and he didn’t get to suck on mine.”

“So, did he suck on your Daddy cock, Nate?”

“He did. And I came in his mouth. But he wasn’t done and neither was I. He slipped his long uncut thick cock into my asshole. He called me a butt slut and fucked me so good. But first he licked it and sucked and tongued my asshole, got it all full of drool and his pre-cum so we didn’t have lube, but I was so open and ready for his cock we didn’t need any. And he was so horny after sucking me off that he came quick. He came so much. An hour later my stepson’s cum was still oozing out of his daddy’s slutty butthole.”

“So nasty,” Abby whimpered. “Oh, I’m coming. I can feel my pussy grip my fingers. I’m coming so good, Nate.”

I egged her on. “Come, you cunt. Come for me.”

I listened to her gasp and groan until she was back on the line. From the sound on the phone, I knew she was putting herself back together in case her MILFy secretary came in.

“Did you come too?” Abby asked.

“Not yet. Melissa and I are going to try something new tonight, and I wanted to save some of my cock for her. You know, I was thinking, she’s a total exhibitionist. I’m thinking I can maybe ease her into this thing between me and Jacob with that.”

“Be careful,” Abby said. “Sexual fetishes are rarely transferrable. It’s funny, but with sex and people, we can be very specific. This is why there’s so many different types of porn. You show someone porn and they don’t have that fetish, it comes off as silly and awkward. Totally not sexy.”

She had a point. But I had a little evidence that Melissa might be willing to explore my incest fetish. “Well, Abby, when Melissa and I were together, and I told her Jacob might see her, it kind of got her off I think. Could it be that for a mother, the ultimate exhibition fantasy is showing her sexuality off to her children?”

“Stop now,” Abby breathed. “I’ll get turned on again. Keep me posted.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I wasn’t sure my sister would be honest, but I had to see. “Do you ever have any thoughts of Todd?”

A long silence.

Shit, I’d fucked up. I shouldn’t have asked.

“Abby, are you there? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to tell me.”

The “consent” game was over, and she was going to be honest with me.

Her voice finally came over the phone in a hushed whisper. “I have to go, Nate. But I’ll say this. In that video, there was a mom and two boys. In my fantasies of that scenario, I’m the Mom, Jacob is one boy and Todd is the other.”

I actually felt my cock twitch at her words. “Shit, now that is hot.”

“But!” Abby said firmly, “Unlike you, most of us have to keep our fantasies out of reality. And in the end, I bet you will, too. I know you and Jacob would love to have an incestuous threesome with Melissa, but the odds are so against you. Again, be careful.”

“I will, sis. Thanks.”

My afternoon passed, Jacob and I ate dinner together, and he went to do homework before going to bed. I paced my office, waiting for Melissa to get home. She had a dinner she couldn’t get out of, and it was well past eleven when she finally pulled up. I met her at the back door.

She was dressed in an amazing black dress and high heels. At the door, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soft lips. She traced her tongue with mine and then broke the kiss. “I’ve been so horny all day thinking about this,” she said.

“Me too! I didn’t even masturbate.” I thought about what Abby and I had done. “Well, I masturbated, but I didn’t come.”

“That must’ve been really hard on you,” she said jokingly.

I escorted her to my office and eased her down onto one of the leather chairs. To my utter delight, her knees feel open.

Everything was ready for phase two of my plan to get the son into the mom.

I had my video camera plugged into my computer and an image came up of Melissa, from the chest down, sitting on a chair. I turned one of the monitors so she could see herself.

“See?” I said. “It’s totally anonymous. No one will ever guess it’s you masturbating. Now, instead of porn, I can jerk off to you.”

“You won’t send it to anyone, will you?” Melissa asked.

“I might,” I said.

Melissa’s eyes went glazed and starry. “But if you did, they would see my pussy. They would see me rubbing my clit and coming.”

“I could post it online,” I said. “Millions would see you.”

“Millions?” Melissa asked, gasping.

“Millions. Men from around the world, baby, and women too.”

“And what about our voices?” she asked.

“I have a program that can alter them. Not a big deal. Totally anonymous.”

“Start recording,” Melissa said.

I kept the camera off her face, but I loved looking at the freckles on her nose and her strawberry blond locks falling down to her muscular shoulders.

Her mouth was open as she started to breathe harder.

“Show us your tits,” I said.

She pulled the fabric of her dress aside and her twin scoops-of-wonderful fell out, topped by her hard nipples. She took them in her fingers and pinched. “Fuck, I like playing with my tits before I play with my pussy.”

“Are you going to show the world your pussy?” I asked.

“I am. I’m wet. I’ve been wet all day thinking about what you might have planned tonight. I even teased my clit at work, but I didn’t let myself come. I want to come at least three times for you all.”

“For the men and the women?” I asked.

“Yes, especially for the women. I love the idea that women are going to be looking at my wet cunt and watching me get off. And they’ll be rubbing their clits like I’ll be rubbing my clit. A horny woman is so hot. Men are horny all the time, but women? It’s special for women. But when they get going, they never want to stop.”

“Show us your cunt,” I said. “Do you mind me using that word?”

“Not at all,” she said. She raised her dress and then spread her legs wide. No panties.

The blond hair framed her huge wet drooping lips. Her clit was clearly visible, a soft raspberry above the pink slit.

“Sometimes I have a vagina,” Melissa said. “Sometimes I have a pussy. But right now, I have a cunt. A horny, hairy cunt that wants to come.”

One hand still pinching a nipple, her other hand slowly found her clit. She rubbed a finger around the sides of it.

“I can’t touch it right away or I’ll come. Will people really see this video?”

“They will,” I said. “Men stroking their cocks. Women rubbing their clits. And fucking themselves with dildos,” I added. “Big fat dildos filling up all those horny twats that got so excited watching you.”

“Oh, shit,” Melissa plunged a finger into her wet hole. Then another. “I’m fucking myself for them. They’re watching me fuck myself.”

A third finger joined the first. Her pink gash had frothed white.

“What if your son sees this?” I asked.

Melissa didn’t pause. “He’ll see his dirty Mommy fucking herself. He’ll see my big cunt. And my fat clit.”

“Rub your clit and come,” I ordered. “Come for your son while he watches you.”

Her fingers fell out of her pussy and latched onto her clit. Her hand on her tit dropped to her twat and those fingers found a home in her slimy, hot tunnel.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming so hard for Jake!” Melissa wailed.

I glanced above us. Jacob should be asleep, but if he wasn’t…damn.

I trained the camera on Melissa’s cunt. The pink crinkle of her butthole spasmed with her orgasm and I heard her pussy walls slurp at her fingers.

“Fuck me, now,” Melissa begged. “Turn it off and fuck me now.”

My camera beeped when I shut it off. The monitor went blank. I ran over to her shedding clothes as I went.

She was open, her pussy open, her tits out, her face shiny with sweat and flushed red from her orgasm. She kept a finger on her clit and I knew why. She was going to rub another orgasm out while I fucked her.

On my knees, I pulled her to the edge of the leather chair, slick with her sweat, and I rammed my cock into her frothy, nasty cunt.

“Fuck!” she howled.

My eyes drank in the sight of her pussy lips pulling at my hard tool while I fucked her. When I pulled back, her long lips pulled back with me, and then she sucked me back into her gooey hole.

She was rubbing her clit now, searching desperately for another orgasm.

“If I post it to the internet, your son might see,” I said. “Does that turn you on?”

“He should see his Mommy’s pussy. It’s what gave him life.” Melissa moaned. “I might have an incest fetish too. The idea of Jakey seeing his Mommy like this, all wet and wanton, a total fucking whore, it gets me off, Nate. It gets me off. Am I a whore?”

“Yes!” I growled, slamming her harder. “You’re a whore. You’re a whore and your son should see you rubbing your cunt. I’m going to send him this video. I’m going to send my sister this video. And they are going to come and come and come themselves watching you masturbate.”

“Please, send it to them. I want them to see me rub my pussy. I want them to see me. Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming again on Daddy’s hard cock.” She gasped. And I felt her orgasm convulse around my cock. Her pussy squeezed me while she came.

Then I knew what she wanted. She wanted it hard and nasty. She wanted Daddy to fuck her. She’d said she’d come on Daddy’s hard cock.

I yanked her off the chair, laid her on the floor, and then I fucked her hard, ramming my cock in and out of her, a relentless piston while she mewled and churned under me. Every time my pelvis smacked into her clit, she felt every square inch of pressure.

She was a wet heaven of stinky cunt, and I wasn’t going to last long.

“He should watch us fuck,” Melissa grunted. “I wish you hadn’t shut off the camera, but we don’t need the camera. He’s in the house. And he should watch us. Jakey should watch Daddy fuck Mommy. He should watch and jerk off and come on himself that horny little fuck.”

That’s all it took. I jammed my cock as far into her big pussy as I could and I unloaded semen into the depths of her womb.

The pressure of my body on her clit sent her off. Melissa’s orgasm took her and she came in a series of little whines. She said she’d come three times for me, and she did. For me and for Jacob.

I collapsed on top of her.

“Nate, can’t breathe,” she gasped.

I rolled off and rested next to her. Her dress was around her waist showing off her tits and her pussy.

She turned her head and kissed me.

“It hasn’t been like that in a while,” she said. “Now I remember why I married you.”

I touched her hair, our faces so near. “I was worried that if you found out about my fetish, you wouldn’t want me anymore. Or you’d think I was too weird to be with.”

“No,” she said. “We both have our kinks. But I’m seeing how the exhibitionist thing really might go well with the incest thing. As a fantasy.”

“As a fantasy,” I repeated. “But you have to know, Jacob has it too. His computer has been having trouble because he searches all over the web for incest porn.”

A dark emotion covered Melissa’s face. “I feel bad for him. At least with my exhibitionist stuff, it’s relatively legal. Incest is completely against the law. But it’s just a fantasy.”

“Gay and straight incest porn,” I added.

“Has he come on to you?” she asked.

At that direct question, I couldn’t lie, and I couldn’t speak. The truth was, he had. And in the nanosecond after she asked the question, Melissa saw it.

“I’ll talk with him,” she said. “He has to understand there are boundaries in healthy relationships. And sleeping with your stepdad is not healthy. You haven’t encouraged him, have you?”

“No,” I said. “Never. I made it clear that whatever kink he has, it should remain a fantasy.”

Yes, I’d said those words, but I had failed to follow through. Would Melissa ever be able to forgive once she found out the truth?

I felt lousy, guilty, depraved. What had I done?

Melissa saw the dark emotions on my face. She kissed them away. “It will all work out. You and I will be able to have fun and fantasize, Jacob will find a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or both, and we’ll be a family.”

I sighed. “Thanks for being the best and most understanding wife ever.”

We stood up and dressed. My cock was still covered in her froth and juices, and then I realized I couldn’t go to bed yet. I had made Jacob a promise that he could taste his mother after I fucked her. I couldn’t go back on that promise.

“You go on upstairs,” I said. “I have to do one more thing before I can sleep.”

Melissa hugged me tight and moved to the doorway. “Don’t stay up too late.” She turned. “Don’t post that video on the internet, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

“Promise?” she asked.

“I promise,” I said, nodding my head. I wouldn’t post it on the internet. And right then, I didn’t plan on sending it to my stepson or my sister. But I didn’t promise I wouldn’t either.

“Send it to me, though,” my wife said, smiling. “I want to see myself.”

I nodded. The idea of Melissa wanting to watch herself come left me hot and bothered.

She left to go to bed.

As for me, my cock was stiffening further at the idea of letting Jacob taste his mother’s pussy.

So much for guilt.

I crept through the house toward my stepson’s room.

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  1. Oh my gosh! Wil Wanton. Are you the same writer who has written a ton of stories? I’ve been reading your stuff for years! I’m a secret fan, but now, not so secret. With Rachel on sabbatical, not sure if she’ll post more, but I really liked writing this story. And I still love her website. I hit it on most days, to see if there is anything new. Rachel is the best!

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