The Cashmore house was quiet and tense all day Sunday; you could have cut the tension with a knife. Jennifer was perplexed; she didn't know whether to confront her mother, her brother, or just leave their dirty secret a dirty secret.
Michele could tell that something was bothering her daughter; Jennifer had been cold and remote ever since she and David had returned from their Saturday afternoon fuck-fest. Did she suspect? Did she know something? Michele was worried. She cornered David in the kitchen just after lunch.
"She knows David! She knows something!" Michele hissed.
"Settle down mom; she's just moody is all," David whispered.
"She's separated from her husband and cooped up here with us; no wonder she's batty; but why would she suspect anything?"
David stroked his mother's shoulder and, checking to make sure the door was closed, he kissed her quickly on the lips.
"Jesus David I wish she'd move out; this sneaking around is very unnerving," Michele sighed.
"But fun though," David slid his hand under his mothers skirt and stroked the front panel of her satin panties.
"Stop it you naughty boy," Michele giggled and squeezed the bulge in the front of her son's trousers; she traced the outline of his manhood through his denim jeans with a long red fingernail and then pushed him away.
"Not in the house!" she mouthed silently at him and turned on her heels for the door to the lounge room.
She flicked up the hem of her skirt giving David a quick peek at her red satin bikini panties; she smiled mischievously at him and then opened the door and stepped into the lounge.
David went up to his room and fired up his computer. He opened up the hidden 'MILF' folder. The folder contained a subfolder called 'MOM'; a new shaded subfolder now existed beside it. It read 'SIS'. David opened it up and opened the video file.
He watched the video footage he had secretly taken of his sister as she lay on his mother's bed. She was fully clothed but had pulled down her pantyhose and knickers and was fucking herself with her mother's vibrator. She pushed the vibrator inside her vagina and fucked herself with long slow strokes while she fingered her clitty with her free hand. She removed the throbbing vibrator and ran it over her clitty and screwed up her eyes as her orgasm shook her.
David opened the top drawer of his desk and removed the items he had stolen from the laundry basket earlier that day. It was the very same pair of panties still entangled in the sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose that his sister was wearing in the video.
David bought the flimsy garments to his face and inhaled his sister's scent. The aromas of her perfume and vaginal secretions assaulted his nose and he released his thickening penis from his flies and began to stroke it. He desperately wanted to wrap the knickers and hose around his cock and come in them but he was saving them for something special. Instead he reached into the drawer again and extracted a pair of his mother's stockings.
He draped the leg of a stocking over his penis and gasped as the diaphanous fabric slid over his glans. He tightened his grip and began to frantically pump his engorged organ, he was close to climax in seconds. The beige coloured nylon suddenly darkened as he ejaculated and his semen soaked into the stocking. The stain spread and gobbets of creamy ejaculate seeped through the sheer fabric and stuck to his fingers.
David groaned and inhaled the odours infused in his sister's panties as his orgasm washed over him. He stared at the video of his sister fucking herself with the vibrator and smiled wickedly. As he cleaned himself up, wiping his slowly subsiding erection with his mother's stocking, he thought about how he would execute his cunning plan.
His plan was bold. It was risky and could easily backfire but he had to confront his sister before she told anyone about he and his mother's illicit behaviour, or even worse, confronted his mother. David had not consulted his mother regarding his cunning plan and had certainly not confirmed her suspicions that Jennifer knew about their incestuous relationship.
David worked on his computer late into the night, stopping only for a quick dinner, and once again to masturbate; this time to video footage of him fucking his mother doggy style. She was fully clothed and he had hiked up her skirt, pulled down her knickers and pushed himself into the folds of her sopping cunt and fucked her until she screamed with excitement and ground her ample buttocks against his groin as she came; then he had pulled out and shot his load over her back and her arse-cheeks and thighs.
His spunk pooled on her skirt and ran in rivulets down her plump white buttocks and thighs and soaked into the welts of her stockings. His mother had chided him about coming over her good suit but he had caught her on his hidden camera the next day masturbating while she licked the crusty dried semen stains off her skirt.
Monday morning his mother and sister had left for work. David had dressed in his school uniform and made a pretext of preparing himself for another school week. When the house was vacant he went up to his bedroom and began to compose an email. He waited until nine thirty then he called Jennifer on the office phone where she was temping as a secretary. As soon as he heard her say hello he hung up.
Sure that his sister was at her desk he clicked the send button on the email and waited for a response.
The email read:
'Jennifer, I know you know. I also know about you! We need to talk. Come home for lunch; tell no one! Hope you like the attachments.
Love, David'
David had attached several screenshots of his sister lying her mother's bed fucking herself with her mother's dildo.
Jennifer paled and nearly fainted when she opened the email. She started to shake and had to gasp for air to get her breathing under control. She looked vigilantly around the office and confirmed that no one could see her computer screen in her small cramped cubicle. She opened the email attachments again.
"The little fuck!" she whispered.
It was obvious to her now that somehow David had somehow activated the hidden camera in their mother's bedroom. She was sure that the camera wasn't recording when she had sat down on her mother's bed, but somehow that bastard had activated the camera and filmed her masturbating with her mother's vibrator.
Maybe the camera was on a timer or had a motion sensor or something! The fact of the matter was; it didn't matter! Her brother now had evidence of her own indiscretions. Sure; it was not as dreadful as the evidence she had of her brother's incest but it was damning just the same. She was sure her brother was going to blackmail her with the video footage to make sure she that didn't tell anyone about his incestuous relationship with their mother!
She picked up her cigarettes and stomped out of the office after first locking her computer. She stalked up and down the outside smoking area puffing on one cigarette after another as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. She sat down on a bench and put her face into her hands and quietly sobbed. She pulled herself together and set her resolve. She would go home at lunchtime and confront the little weasel!
Jennifer looked up and saw that a middle-aged man in a business suit was sitting across from her staring intently at her legs. In her distressed state she had allowed her skirt to ride up and her legs to spread far enough apart to reveal the dark bands of her control-top pantyhose and her white satin panties under the dark nylon gusset. The man had an obvious erection tenting the front of his trousers.
"Here! Get a fucking eyeful you fucking perv!" Jennifer spat, spreading her legs wide and showing off the crotch of her panties under her control-tops.
The man was shaken from his reverie and looked guiltily away; the other smokers in the small smoking area stared at her incredulously.
"Fucking men! They're all perverts!" she screeched at the small group of stunned onlookers.
The got to her feet, smoothed her skirt and stormed off; her high-heels echoing off the concrete path. She replied to the email David had sent her.
'See you at lunch'
At twelve thirty David sat at his computer desk in his bedroom; the curtains were drawn; only the light of his desk lamp illuminated the room. He heard the front door open and close and then the click-clack of his sister's high-heels on the stairs. The door opened slowly and Jennifer entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She had fixed her makeup and composed herself in the car on the way over. She smelled of freshly applied perfume, Poison, David's favourite, and cigarette smoke.
David looked up from where he sat in front of his computer screen and grinned at her.
"You evil little bastard," Jennifer hissed.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I would come to hate my own brother!"
"Easy sis! Let's not let our emotions run away on us here; we can fix both of our problems quite easily," David smiled.
Jennifer looked at the computer screen and saw that David had placed the cursor over an icon that was named 'Send All'. She knew that David majored in computer science at school and that he was a whiz at program writing and coding; this didn't bode well.
"Let me explain how this is going to work," David said.
"I'm sure you have heard of phisting, worms, viruses, hacking and backdoors and other such Internet jargon haven't you Jennifer?"
She nodded her head in response amazed at her brother's audacity. Here she was about to confront him about his incestuous relationship with their mother and he was giving her a lecture about computer programming!
"Well yesterday, using techniques I won't bore you with, I hacked into your work and personal computers and stole your email address books and your login and passwords for your messenger and personal network sites."
"All I have to do is click this button and the streaming video of you fucking yourself with mom's vibrator will be sent to every person in your email address books and be posted on your Facebook and Twitter websites."
Jennifer inhaled abruptly as she watched her brother circle the cursor around the 'Send All' button. She had expected him to blackmail her with the video footage but not to this extent.
"Your secret's safe David; do you really think I'd tell anyone about you and mom your dirty little secret? Do you really think I'd see my own mother go to jail and the family shamed?"
"Oh no; I didn't really think you would do that. I thought you might tell mom what you knew and threaten her to make her stop. But that's not going to happen now is it?" David replied smarmily.
"Ok! You win David. Now I'd appreciate if you would spend the rest of the day dismantling your little program. I'm going back to work and then I'm going to look for my own apartment; I can't stay here knowing what's going on under this roof!" Jennifer turned on her heels to leave.
"Not so fast Jennifer!" David barked.
She spun around and saw that he still held the cursor over the send button.
"That's not all I want!"
Jennifer paled; what could the little fuck want now? Money?
"Show me," David whispered, his voice croaked.
"Show you what?" Jennifer answered, exasperated.
"You know what," he murmured.
Jennifer felt faint; David's eyes locked on her thighs and then scanned her legs and lower body. Surely he couldn't mean.....
"I want to see them," he grunted.
"David you don't mean....." her voice trailed off as she looked into her brother's cold blue eyes.
"LIFT YOUR SKIRT RIGHT NOW!!!!" his bellow echoed around the quiet empty house and Jennifer visibly jumped.
David deliberately moved the cursor over the send button and gently tapped the mouse.
"Five, four, three, two......."
"Ok! Ok! Ok!" Jennifer beseeched him; holding out her hands as a sign of her supplication.
"David; are sure you want to do this? I'm your sister and I'm thirty-two years old and you're only eighteen for god's sake!" she begged.
"Three, two, one...."
Jennifer shot her hands down to the hem of her skirt and slowly began to lift it up her thighs.
She had worn a teal business suit to work this morning; the skirt was lined so she hadn't worn a slip, the hem rested six inches above her knees; a kick-pleat was tailored into the rear of the skirt. She wore a salmon-pink satin camisole blouse to complement the suit, and four-inch stiletto pumps. She had selected a pair of expensive high-sheen taupe control-top pantyhose, white full-cut satin panties and matching bra to complete her lingerie ensemble.
Like her mother, Jennifer was a little plump with great legs large breasts and an attractive face. She wore her hair in a jet-black bob which she kept dyed and coiffured. She wore heavy makeup: blue, pink and green eyeshadow to complement her suit and her hazel eyes, black mascara and eyeliner, rouged cheeks and ruby-red lipstick and nailpolish.
Jennifer liked gold jewellery: gold drop earrings glittered through her black hair, a gold necklace and pendant-set accentuated her décolletage which was nicely framed by the scalloped-neck camisole, gold bangles, bracelets and a large gold watch glittered on her wrists. She had gold rings on most of her fingers; conspicuously absent were her wedding band and engagement ring. She even had a fine gold chain clipped around her left ankle; it sparkled in the dim light reflecting little flickers of light glistening along her lustrous hosiery.
David gasped as the hem of his sister's skirt slid slowly up her thighs; the room was deathly quiet and he could hear the gentle rasp of the material of her skirt as is slid along her nylons. He could hear his own deep breaths and those of his sister. She was sobbing, but almost silently, she wasn't crying, no tears ran down her cheeks. Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to send her conscious self to another place.
"Keep going Sis; all the way up," David whispered when she faltered.
Jennifer felt the cool air against her thighs as her skirt rose higher; the dark coffee-coloured bands of her control-tops came into view. The expensive hosiery glistened; the hosiery did not have a cotton gusset sewn into the crotch and Jennifer's white full-cut satin panties could be discerned through the darker nylon of the control-top pantyhose. David's cock was rampant; seeing his sister close up in real life was infinitely more arousing than the video he had of her or the touch and the smell her soiled panties.
She looked gorgeous and smelt divine. Her perfume drifted to his nose and he inhaled her scent.
She stood stock still, eyes closed, holding the hem of her skirt delicately in her fingers, her red-painted fingernails in stark contrast to the teal fabric of the skirt. Her well-toned legs, clad in shimmering taupe pantyhose with the coffee-coloured control-top were slightly parted, David followed her thighs down to her calves and her ankles and feet shod in the high-heeled pumps and he sighed with desire.
Her legs were slightly parted and the tops of her thighs met just before her crotch; the nylon hissed as she moved to adjust her stance. Her panties glowed a ghostly white under the dark hose and David thought he could feel the heat emanating from her sex; a discrete musky odour drifted towards his nose.
"Ok David you've had your fun; can I lower my skirt please?" Jennifer asked in a subdued tone, hoping that her brother had humiliated her enough.
She kept her eyes closed and tried to repress the feelings of indignity and shame that she felt. A thirty-two-year-old married woman had allowed herself to be blackmailed and extorted by a eighteen-year-old schoolboy. Her brother no less!
But deep in her subconscious, down in the dark place where she seldom ever went; down in the place where she had discovered the warped psyche that had made her reach into the drawer and take out her mother's vibrator, vague feelings began to stir. Jennifer felt her vaginal secretions begin to flow. She sighed and tried to repress the scintilla of desire that was awakening in her.
David sensed more than actually heard his sister sigh; her body shifted slightly and somehow he could feel the sense of resignation that radiated from his sister; he also thought the vague muskiness that he could smell was starting to grow in intensity. He smiled and slowly reached out a hand.
"Just a little longer Sis and you can go back to work," he whispered.
Jennifer held the hem of her skirt at waist height and tried to think of anything but sex but her mind kept replaying the video she had seen on David's computer only two days ago.
Her mother lay on the bed dressed in a red satin basque, fully-fashioned black silk stockings and black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing heavy makeup and gold jewellery. Her legs were spread wide, her back was arched and her face was contorted in ecstasy. She held David's face in her hands while he performed cunnilingus on her.
Then the apparition changed; it wasn't her mother lying on the bed; it was Jennifer!
She shivered just as David's hand lightly caressed her thigh.
"David? What are you going!" she demanded.
"Stand still Jennifer; the cursor is still on the send button; one click and you're fucked!" David whispered back.
Jennifer kept her eyes screwed closed as she felt her brothers fingers slowly explore her thighs; his fingers lightly caressing her nylon-clad legs. She hated to admit to herself but it felt quite erotic.
David ran his fingers lightly over his sister's thighs relishing the feel of the cool sleek nylon on his fingertips. He ran his hands down her legs all the way to her ankles causing him to bend forward so that his head was only inches from his sister's panty-encased pubis. He could smell her secretions and her perfume a lot stronger now and his cock was uncomfortably hard in his jeans.
Jennifer gasped when her brother ran his hands down her legs; she shivered slightly and was unsure if it loathing or lust that made her do so. Deep down she knew it was a little of both. She could feel his hot breath on her legs and crotch and although her eyes remained screwed shut could sense his face was only inches from her most intimate parts.
David ran his hands slowly back up Jennifer's legs and stopped to explore the change in texture where the dark welts of the control-tops began near the top of her thighs. The fabric was still sheer and slippery but it felt slightly coarser, he adored the contrast and ran his hands continually over where the taupe nylon changed to the darker coffee colour.
Jennifer's breathing was deepening and David noticed. He slid his hand up to the top of her thigh and stroked the place where her thigh met her pelvis.
"David!" Jennifer warned him, but he felt the protest was symbolic.
Jennifer's knees had began to buckle and she fought hard to keep her balance. Her breathing was sharp and erratic. A warm glow, a precursor to arousal, smouldered inside her; inflamed by the sensations invoked when her brother caressed the very top of her thigh.
David used his free hand to unzip his flies while he gently stroked his sister's thigh with the other hand. His erection sprang free but he was too scared to touch it lest he bring on an unwanted premature orgasm.
Jennifer heard the ominous sound of her brother's zip being opened but she subconsciously suppressed what the consequences might be. For the moment it was taking all of her will to remain standing as her body responded to the continued manipulation of her sensitive flesh.
David was now certain that his sister was getting sexually aroused and he decided to test how far she was willing to let him go before her shame and rage overcame her reluctant acquiescence to his blackmail.
He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs and across the waistband at the top of her pantyhose and then began to slide a finger down the gossamer fabric slowly tracing the seam that ran down the middle of the pantyhose gusset.
"David!!!" Jennifer shouted; her eyes sprang open.
She looked down to see her brother intently staring at his finger as he slowly traced the raised pantyhose seam down her belly. She could feel the pressure of his finger through the layers of nylon and satin and it was quite arousing. Her pig of a husband had stopped being gentle and forgotten about foreplay a long time ago. On the scant few times they had sex; he just pushed himself inside her and ejaculated; providing of course he could even maintain an erection.
David's ministrations, although elicited through blackmail, were quite tender and erotic. But she had to stop him now or acknowledge that she was no longer being coerced and had become a willing participant.
She looked down again and saw David's engorged penis for the first time. It stood proudly protruding from his groin, long thick and hard. The skin of his shaft was pale and pulsing blue veins were visible beneath the translucent sheath; his glans was shiny, bulbous and purple-pink. A bead of transparent pre-seminal fluid seeped from the eye.
Jennifer unconsciously licked her lips.
"Brother; you know we shouldn't," she whispered, her voice husky.
David followed the pantyhose seam down to his sister's crotch and his finger slid between her legs into the warm silkiness of her crotch. Jennifer gasped and opened her stance to allow her brother access to her sex.
David caressed his sister's pubis through the layers of her underwear. Her pantyhose were loose around the crotch area and he began to stroke her mound. The nylon hose rubbed across her satin panties, the whisper of the diaphanous materials rasping together the only sound in the silent house other than the laboured breathing of brother and sister.
"Oh Christ David!" Jennifer moaned; she fell forward, supporting herself by putting her hands on her brother's shoulders.
Her skirt fell back down into place and she impatiently unzipped the side and let it fall around her ankles and then she kicked it aside and resumed her previous position; feet apart, knees bent, her pubis thrust forward lasciviously.
Little sparks of pleasure ran through her sex, ignited by the constant friction of her pantyhose gusset rubbing against her satin knickers. She bent her knees wantonly and opened up her thighs further, encouraging David to explore her cunt.
David felt the heat of his sister's cunt through the layers of slinky material and was rewarded with the first indication of dampness. He pushed his finger further into the layers of nylon and panty material and traced the outline of Jennifer's outer lips. She bucked against him and he pushed his finger in deeper until he could feel her labia, then he began to slowly stroke his sister's cunt occasionally twisting his finger so that his knuckle pressed against her clitoris.
Jennifer stood precariously balanced on her high-heels, her legs spread, bent at the knees as she rocked back and forth pushing her silken-clad pussy against her brother's fingers. She looked like a wanton whore; her lewd pose, her head thrown back, purring and meowing.
David twisted around on the swivel seat so that he was facing his sister; he put a hand around her waist and pulled her body to him until his head rested on her belly. Jennifer shucked forward until she was straddling her brother and sat down on lap. They were now face to face, she sitting on his lap her legs straddling his, his hand still buried in her crotch his fingers exploring her sex through her knickers and hose.
She looked into her brother's eyes and finally broke into a smile.
"You are a blackmailing little shit."
She leaned forward and kissed him; sliding her tongue inside his mouth.
"David, I'm old enough to be your mom," Jennifer said; her last attempt to diffuse the situation before it went beyond the point of no return.
"Yeah that's right; and you know what I'm doing to her!" David replied and drove a finger inside his sister forcing the material of her hose and panties inside her slick wet vagina.
Jennifer shuddered and wriggled on David's lap as ripples of intense pleasure radiated from her sex.
"Oh God David; let me take my pantyhose and knickers down," she gasped.
David held Jennifer down on his lap with his arm around her waist and entwined the fingers of his free hand in the gusset of her pantyhose and tore a hole in the crotch. He snaked his hand inside the hole, making it bigger, and then he slithered his fingers inside the sopping crotch of her satin panties and probed her labia. He flicked her clitty with his thumb and slid two fingers inside her hot wet vagina.
Jennifer drummed her heels on the floor as her arousal intensified. She pushed herself forward, her nylon-encased buttocks slid easily along her brother's thighs. Her crotch was only inches from her brother's hard cock and David's wrist was starting to cramp as his arm adjusted to the awkward position. He put his free hand under Jennifer's buttocks and tried to lift her; his intent was obvious, he wanted to lift his sister up and impale her on his cock.
Jennifer wriggled and scooted her arse a little further back towards his knees.
"David I'm not ready for that yet," she whispered.
David smiled. She'd said "yet!" That meant that she might be ready one day. He could wait; it had taken a little time to get to fuck his mother too.
He leaned forward and kissed her and she responded. Their tongues entwined as he explored her wet mouth with his tongue. She tasted of toothpaste, coffee and cigarettes; she smelled of 'Poison', bath soap and makeup, with an underlying scent of sweat and sex.
Jennifer was riding her brother's hand; he had two fingers buried inside her which he slid in and out in time with the thrumming of his thumb as it manipulated her clitoris. His mother had taught him well.
David desperately wanted to take off Jennifer's jacket and camisole and play with her tits but he was scared she might object as she had when he'd tried to fuck her. Jennifer was in the throes of passion, and although she wouldn't let him consummate their newfound incestuous relationship, he was enjoying their illicit sex play enormously.
His cock was throbbing; his sister hadn't touched it yet but it had fleetingly come into contact with her body on a number of occasions. She must know it was there; aching for release. He moved his hand and stroked her labia with his first and third fingers while he drove his middle finger deep inside her hot wet snatch and searched for her G-spot. He found it and she groaned and pounded her heels harder on the floor. He flicked her clitty and she began to pant into his mouth. He could taste her lipstick as it smeared over his mouth.
With his sister now totally engrossed in extracting from him every scintilla of pleasure she could, David decided it was time for him to start receiving some form of sexual gratification. He took his arm from around her waist and reached awkwardly behind himself into the top drawer of his desk. His fingers scrambled around until they found the articles he was looking for. He pulled them from the drawer and dropped them in his lap.
Jennifer was delightfully surprised at her brother's sexual aptitude; he was particularly adept considering he was only eighteen-year-old. Then she remembered the video footage she had seen of him having sex with their mother; Michele was obviously a very good teacher. She could feel her orgasm building slowly.
Jennifer typically took a long time to come; she had seldom reached orgasm with the boyfriends she'd had in her teens. One had been exceptionally good at cunnilingus and had bought her off every time they had sex but he turned out to be loser and she'd sent him packing. Instead she'd married her shit-head husband who at first had delighted in spending hours bringing her to climax with his fingers, tongue and cock but as their marriage soured he was content to bang her whenever the whim took him (which wasn't very often towards the end) with no interest in pleasuring her whatsoever.
Her climax was building; it started as a little bud of resonating pleasure deep in her vagina and began to intensify; slowly spreading through her entire body. Her engorged clitoris sent out intense little ripples of sexual delight every time David stroked it. She kissed him passionately to increase her stimulation; she was now a sexual animal concerned only with her own pleasure. Her own brother had unleashed her pent up sexual frustration and released a torrent of sexual vivacity that raged through her.
Something caught her eye at the periphery of her vision. She turned her head slightly and saw her reflection in full-length mirror fitted to David's wardrobe. What she saw reflected there inflamed her passion to greater heights.
An attractive mature woman sat astride a young man; her legs were spread wide straddling his lap. She supported her weight precariously on her high-heels as she writhed and wriggled in his lap. The boy was steadying the woman with his arm wrapped around her waist. She wore heavy makeup, her lipstick smeared around her mouth, her attractive face framed by a bob of jet-black hair. Her upper body was clad in a teal coloured blazer and a salmon pink camisole. Her lower body was naked except for the sheer taupe hosiery that sheathed her long legs; the darker control-top encased her thighs and buttock. Her satin panties were an ethereal white shape under her hose.
Her face was contorted in pleasure and her heels beat the floor occasionally when a particularly intense spasm of delight surged through her. Her well-formed, nylon-clad thighs glistened in the dim room; the boy in whose lap she sat had his hand buried in her crotch and was manipulating her sex through a hole he had torn in her hose. The boy's long thick cock rose rampantly from his crotch.
She turned her face back to David and saw that he too was looking at their reflection in the mirror.
She felt David's hand leave her waist and she was a little disappointed; but his other hand remained buried in her sex and continued with its practiced ministrations, inducing continuos waves of pleasure. She could feel him reach behind himself clumsily searching for something but she was too preoccupied with her own pleasure to pay too much attention.
David raised his hand to his shoulder and caught Jennifer's attention. She grudgingly pulled her lips from his and looked inquisitively at the objects he was holding in his hand. It took only a few seconds to for her to realise what her brother was holding up for her to see. It was a pair of panties entangled in a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. Her panties! Her pantyhose! It was the underwear she had worn on Saturday; the day she had discovered her brother's dark secret and the day she had masturbated on her mother's bed with her mother's vibrator; the day her brother had secretly filmed her.
She'd expected to be angry; but she was surprised to find that she was actually flattered that David had kept her underwear as a trophy. She knew about his panty and nylons fetish of course; so it wasn't really a surprise that he had stolen them from the laundry basket.
She smiled mischievously.
"What do you want me to do with these?" she teased, knowing full well what her brother wanted.
"Please," David whispered; begging his sister.
He looked down beseechingly at his engorged penis and Jennifer giggled. She knew what her brother craved.
She took the diaphanous hosiery and slid a hand inside one of the legs; her ruby-red fingernail polish smouldered through the sheer nylon. She opened the leg of the hosiery with both hand sand lowered it to her brother's crotch.
David gasped as his sister draped the stocking over his swollen penis. She stretched and smoothed the diaphanous garment and pulled it tight. David's penis throbbed and a small globule of pre-seminal fluid leaked from the eye of his cock and soaked into the nylon. Jennifer stroked David's nylon swathed manhood; her long fingers flicked over the corona of his glans and stroked the frenulum.
"Mmmmm Yesss Sis," David gasped.
"But what about these David?" Jennifer dangled the red rayon panties in front of his face.
David increased the pressure on his sister's clitty and wriggled his fingers in her cunt. She pushed herself against him and sighed in response. Her orgasm would not be long in coming if David kept manipulating her like this.
"Mmmm maybe I should do this?" Jennifer teased and dangled the panties over his nose and mouth.
The scent of his sister's cuntal juices assaulted his nose as he inhaled the aromas secreted by the pretty red garment. He flicked out his tongue and licked at the crusty secretions caked in the crutch of the panties.
Jennifer was caressing and squeezing his cock, her strokes synchronised with his as he in turn masturbated her. They were both breathing heavy now, both close to coming.
Jennifer had one more trick left before she bought her brother to climax.
"Or maybe I should do this?" she giggled.
She pulled the stocking taut over his thick pulsing shaft and tied the pantyhose in bow around the base of his shaft. She let the other leg and the waistband of the pantyhose flutter around his scrotum. She caressed his sac briefly and felt his testes retract, ready to discharge in a pulsing torrent the reservoir of semen stored inside him.
Jennifer lifted up the panties so that David could see what she was about to do. She spread them wide and then draped the seat of the silky garment over his pantyhose sheathed cock.
David groaned and felt his orgasm building.
"Oh God Sis wank me; please wank me!" David begged and thrust his fingers deeper into her sopping cunt and frantically stroked her throbbing clitty.
Jennifer fell forward and smashed her lips against his and drove her tongue into his mouth. She gripped her brother's cock and began to milk it; sliding the panties up and down his cock in long slow strokes. The slick panty material rasped against the nylon stocking that she had swathed tightly around his cock and ignited sparks of intense delight.
David came.
He bucked up and down in the chair as his penis pulsed and flooded the panties that his sister had wrapped around his cock. A spurt of hot semen erupted through the nylon stocking and shot into the air landing on his sister, scalding her wrist. A second spurt landed on her thigh; the white gobbet of semen pooled on the coffee-coloured nylon and began to slowly soak into her pantyhose.
Jennifer felt her brother's cock jerk and throb in her hand and then she felt his scalding semen splash over her wrist and splatter on her thigh. She kissed him with renewed fervour.
Jennifer came.
She howled with passion and locked her lips on her brother's mouth and sucked on his tongue as she writhed in his lap; her high-heels beat a staccato rhythm on the bedroom floor. David thrust his fingers in and out of his sister's sopping cunt and frantically manipulated her clitoris.
Brother and sister clung to each other in orgasmic bliss. They writhed and clutched and stroked and pawed at one and other, each sibling milking an earth-shattering orgasm from the other.
After a minute or two, when their respective orgasms began to subside, David and Jennifer broke their kiss so that they could catch their breath. Jennifer wriggled a final time in David's lap as the last skerrick of her orgasm pulsed from her cunt. Her pubic hair was matted with her juices; her labia were distended and a little sore. She felt sated, her vagina felt a little bruised, but in nice way. She scooted her buttocks back a little, signalling to David to remove his hand from her tender pussy.
David slowly removed his hand from his sister's sex.
Jennifer felt David's cock stop pulsating and then it began to slowly deflate. She wiped up the final dribbles of semen with her come-soaked panties and untied the pantyhose she had wrapped around his penis. She dabbed at the pools of semen on her thighs, wrists and fingers and flung the garments aside.
"I suppose I've lost those forever now," she smiled.
"And the ones you're wearing," David grinned back at his sister.
Jennifer steadied herself and stood; a small flood of vaginal secretions gushed into her panties. She picked up her skirt and flicked it a couple of times to get the wrinkles out.
"Fuck! Look at the time!" she exclaimed looking alarmingly at her watch.
"David I have to get back to work! I'm late!"
"We need to talk about this. I'm still not sure exactly how I feel about it; but we need to talk," she said.
"And get rid of that fucking link off your computer you blackmailing little shit-head!" She slapped him playfully across the ear.
David watched as she strode out of his bedroom still holding her skirt; her long sleek legs and her firm arse looked fantastic encased in the control-top pantyhose. His flaccid penis began to thicken.
Jennifer went into the bathroom and kicked off her heels; she pulled down her pantyhose and panties and kicked them off. She washed her sex with a damp cloth and went back to her room where she fixed her makeup, stepped into fresh panties and hose and pulled on her skirt; she sprayed herself liberally with perfume. She stepped back into her heels and, after a final adjustment of the hem of her skirt; she clattered down the hall anxious to get back to work.
As she passed David's bedroom she threw her ripped pantyhose and pussy-juice soaked knickers at David who was still sitting down at his computer.
"Present!" she called out as she strutted down the hall and down the stairs.
"We need to talk! Tonight!" she called out and closed the front door behind her.
On the drive back to work, a thousand thoughts and suppositions bounced around her head. She wasn't sure how she was going to deal with this development. One thing she did know though; her aching pussy hadn't felt this good in years.
Back at the house David was hard again; this time he was wanking into the control-top pantyhose his sister had been wearing this afternoon and sucking on the red rayon panties she had wanked him with.
He was watching his latest video.
On the computer screen his sister sat in his lap facing him; she was fully-clothed but skirt-less and she howled as an orgasm wracked her body.Jennifer Cashmore sat at her desk in the small cubicle where she was temping as a secretary and stared vacantly at the computer screen. She was daydreaming; trying to resolve the conflicting emotions bought about by events that had taken place in her younger brother's bedroom only a few hours earlier.
She was in no doubt that what they had done constituted incest; but was it wrong?
They had merely masturbated each other; was shared self-gratification really incest?
Deep down she knew it was. Deep down she was certain it was. Deep down she blamed her brother for blackmailing her. Deep down she knew that she liked it. Deep down she wanted to do it again.
A shiver of anticipation ran through her body and a smile lit up her pretty face. She ignored her work and sank deeper into her reverie; conjuring up elaborate fantasies. Her juices started to flow and reawakened the dull ache in her vagina and her swollen labia. Her brother David was to blame; the little bastard had finger-fucked her. And she had loved it!
The smile on her face broadened and she squirmed in her seat as her fantasies took full flight.
She sat at her desk smiling vacuously; her legs were crossed and she was swinging her foot unconsciously as she mused. The jacket of her teal coloured business suit hung over the back of her chair. Her ample breasts pushed against her salmon-pink satin camisole blouse; the scalloped neck nicely framed her cleavage. The hem of her skirt had ridden up exposing her legs; she had changed into flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose at lunchtime and her nylon-clad thighs glistened under the harsh fluorescent lighting.
Jennifer was a dangler. She had one leg crossed over other and one high-heel dangled from her foot as she swung her foot back and forth. Her pantyhose had reinforced sandal-toes; her soles and toes encased in darker but still sheer nylon. She absentmindedly reached down and scratched the sole of her foot; her bright-red fingernails whispered along the nylon, the hissing sound was nearly lost in the background din of the office.
Nearly lost that was. In the adjoining cubicle forty-five year old Harold Rheems could hear a woman's nylons rustle over the length of a football field. He was a devoted nylon fetish and he was delighted to know that the woman in the adjoining cubicle was wearing his favourite garment.
Jennifer recalled the feel of her brother's long thick cock; she licked her lips as she recalled stroking his throbbing member. She had encased it in her sheer pantyhose and the cock had pulsed in her fingers and then convulsed and shuddered when he ejaculated. She recollected the warmth of the semen as it spluttered on her fingers and wrist and the sticky texture as it soaked through her pantyhose warming the sensitive skin of her thigh.
She licked her lips, unaware that Harold was now ogling her legs under the desk. He had dropped down to his knees and was wantonly staring at Jennifer's legs and feet. He had strategically placed a pen on the carpet so that if anyone came into his cubicle unannounced he could pretend he was on the floor picking it up.
Jennifer was getting hot now; she reached out and closed the door to her cubicle so that she had privacy. The little cubicles were really nothing more than one long desktop with imitation wood partitions that ran from the desks up to the false ceilings. The doors to the cubicles were fitted with opaque glass windows. The cubicles only gave the appearance of privacy as they were all open to each other underneath the desks. The management didn't really want their staff behind closed doors but sometimes the secretaries worked on sensitive projects and it was prudent to keep their work from prying eyes.
Now that Jennifer had some semblance of privacy she opened the email her brother had sent her this morning and clicked open the attachments. The screenshots of her fucking herself with the vibrator were jpeg images and she opened the picture viewer program and activated the slideshow function. She looked at the images of herself plunging the vibrator in and out of her cunt. In the pictures she was lying on the bed fully clothed and had shucked down her underwear and lifted her skirt so that she could fuck herself with the dildo.
She was getting very randy now and she glanced over her shoulder to that no one was outside her cubicle. With the coast clear, she half-stood and hiked her skirt up around her bottom and sat back down again. She couldn't believe she was doing this! Her brother had unearthed sexual perversions in her that she had long kept repressed and they were now running rampant. She giggled quietly to herself and ran her hands over her body.
She flicked her fingers over her erect nipples and squeezed them through the material of her blouse and brassiere. The cool satin camisole slid over the sleek lycra bra sending out little shivers of delight. She wanted desperately to take off her top and play with her breasts but she didn't dare; what she was doing now was risky enough. If someone opened the door she could disguise the fact that she had pulled up her skirt but she couldn't hide her naked breasts.
She played with her tits for a while; building the sexual tension. She would have loved to be able to take her time but she didn't know how long she would have privacy. Her cunt was moist and aching to be touched. She slid her hands slowly down her body delighting in the anticipation of what she was about to do. Her fingers slid over her skirt and rested on the top of her thighs.
Under the desk in the adjoining cubicle Harold could hardly believe his luck; he'd hoped to get a bit of a perv on the legs and feet of the woman; he'd never dreamed he would be rewarded with a sex show. He carefully reached out with his foot and kicked the door to his own cubicle closed. He ran his eyes up the woman's long shapely legs; he could see all the way up to the tops of her legs now that she had hiked up her skirt. When her hands suddenly appeared under the desk and began to caress the tops of her thighs he thought he had gone to heaven. He slowly unzipped his flies.
Jennifer fondled her sex through layers of panty and pantyhose; her panties were moist and she desperately wanted relief. She traced the outline of her labia and then she impatiently yanked at the waistband of her panties. She couldn't pull them down so she sild her hand under the waistband and slid her fingers inside her sopping cunt.
Jennifer pushed two fingers inside herself and thrummed her clitty with her thumb; the waistband bit into her wrist but she was beyond caring. She was too busy working on getting herself off.
Under the desk Harold was slowly stroking his cock and had moved his face closer to Jennifer's foot; he could smell her foot-odour and her perfume. He desperately wanted to touch her feet; to lick her toes; to put his cock on her leg!
Jennifer was concentrating on her own pleasure when she slowly became aware that she was not alone. She could feel someone the breathing on her feet. She was well aware that whoever was on the floor in the adjoining cubicle was getting an eyeful of her playing with herself. If he had any objections to what she was doing he would surely have said something by now!
She smiled to herself and stroked her clitty a little harder. It was quite kinky knowing there was a complete stranger watching her masturbate. She kicked off one of her shoes and wriggled her toes.
Harold knew that he'd been discovered but was delighted by the woman's response. She wanted to play!
He reached out and gently stroked the woman's foot, tracing the outline of each of her toes through the reinforced nylon. Jennifer kicked off her other shoe and wriggled her toes appreciatively. Harold squirmed further under the desk and began to lap at Jennifer's foot, slathering at her toes. She found this quite titillating and proceeded to finger her cunt vigorously.
Harold pawed at Jennifer's legs and sucked on her toes; with his free hand he stroked his cock. He was close to coming but he wanted more! This dirty slut was getting a toe-sucking from him; he figured she could give him a footjob in return.
Jennifer was getting close to orgasm; her cunt was palpitating as she worked her fingers in and out and her clitty was engorged and radiating sexual energy. She moaned and bit down on her free hand to stifle the mewing sounds that could alert a passer-by. It was quite pleasurable having the stranger under her desk massage her legs and feet and suck her toes. It intensified the sensations and made the experience even more illicit.
She was a little disappointed when the man; she presumed it was a man anyway, stopped paying attention to her feet and then she broke into a smile when she felt the man's penis against her foot. The dirty bugger wanted a footjob!
Jennifer lay back further in the chair and closed her feet around the rampant penis that was prodding at her feet. She trapped the hot flesh between the arches of her feet and began to slide them up and down the engorged member, wanking him with her feet. She scrunched her toes over his glans and was rewarded with the sensation of warm sticky fluid soaking into her stocking; the man was secreting pre-seminal fluid.
Harold was delighted when the woman began to masturbate him with her stocking feet; the feel of the woman's warm, silken-clad toes and feet on the sensitive flesh of his manhood was exquisite. He began to fuck her feet in response, knowing that he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer.
In response to the man's frenzied pumping Jennifer tightened her grip on his penis as it glided between her nylon-sheathed peds; a sudden flood of hot semen erupted between her toes triggered her orgasm. She shuddered with pleasure as the hot sticky fluid soaked her hose and splashed her ankles. She wanked the man's ejaculating cock furiously with her feet as she thrummed her clitty; soaking her panties with her own secretions.
Harold whimpered and moaned, suppressing his cries of ecstasy as his cock shuddered and convulsed between the mysterious stranger's feet. He gripped her ankles tightly and fucked her feet until the last of his semen spurted from his cock. He could see ropes of semen clinging to her calves and running down her ankles; pools of hot come soaked her toes darkening the nylon as it soaked into her stockings.
Jennifer felt the man gently ease her feet off his member as her orgasm began to subside; her toes and feet were soaked with hot seed and she could feel rivulets of the viscous fluid running down her calves. The magnitude of his ejaculation was a sure sign that he hadn't had sex or masturbated for quite a while.
She regained her composure; she could hear the sounds of the man in the adjoining cubicle extracting himself from under the desk. She giggled to herself and reached for her handbag. She removed her handkerchief and wiped up as much of the sticky semen from her legs and feet as could. She looked down and saw that her pantyhose were considerably darker where the man's juices had soaked into them. She slid her squishy toes back into her high-heels and stood up and adjusted her panties and the gusset of her hose. As she smoothed out her skirt she could feel her own juices soaking the crotch of her panties.
Harold was back at his desk basking in the glow of post-coital bliss his cock safely stuffed away in his flies. He wondered who the naughty woman was but also he kind of liked the idea of anonymity. She might be some ugly hag but she might also be some young hot vixen! He decided that it would be more fun and exciting to keep their identities a secret. He smiled to himself and got back to work.
An hour later an envelope was mysteriously shoved under his door. He opened it and found a pair of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist sandal-toe pantyhose. The feet part of the hosiery was soaked. There was a note:
'That was fun; if you're a good boy I might let you do it again,' it read.
Harold bought the silky garment to his face and inhaled the woman's perfume and the scent of her cunt and feet. He stuffed them back into the envelope and put the envelope in his briefcase.
He would be a good boy!
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Jennifer lit a cigarette as she climbed into her car; she was grinning. She hoped the mysterious stranger liked the little present she had stuffed under the door of his cubicle. She would deal with him later. Or not...she hadn't made up her mind yet but she thought it might be nice to have a little thing going on at the office. She was only temping so it wouldn't be for long anyway.
She was surprised at how quickly she had transformed from a meek housewife into a shameless sexual harridan. After years of neglect and 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' unfulfilling sex with her husband, she had suddenly become a slattern; willing to engage in the most illicit sexual conduct with the slightest provocation.
But Jennifer was still not sated. She'd already had two orgasms today but there was still one element missing. She needed a hard cock inside her! And she knew where there was a nice big one.
She glanced down at her bare legs; the purveyor of said hard cock would want her wearing nylons; but that was easy enough remedied. She started the car intent on driving to her favourite lingerie salon and then home.
Jennifer stopped at the lingerie shop and purchased a pair of expensive, high quality, hold-up stockings. She went to the ladies room, washed her feet and stepped into the stockings. The stockings were fully-fashioned with back-seams, reinforced heels and toes, and dark elasticised welts at the top. They were dark brown, with black reinforcements, welts and seams. They felt very luxurious and she knew that David would be appreciative. She hopped back into her car and drove home.
"David; are you home?" Jennifer called as she closed and locked the front door behind her.
"Upstairs; in my room," David called back.
Jennifer smiled to herself; she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and dropped them into her purse. She prayed herself liberally with perfume, checked her makeup and then climbed the stairs. She knew that her mother was at a parent teacher meeting and would not be home for quite a while. She should have plenty of time to execute her cunning plan.
Jennifer opened the door to her brother's bedroom. She was not surprised to find him sitting at the computer watching streaming video. He was naked and was slowly stroking his erect penis. He had spliced together the video of Jennifer masturbating on her mother's bed with the vibrator, the video of her masturbating him in his bedroom with some footage of him fucking their mother. It played in an endless loop on the computer screen.
Jennifer made no comment as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Mom's at the parent teacher meeting," David said offhandedly.
He stopped playing with himself and spun around in the swivel chair opening his legs slightly to show his sister his rampant penis.
Jennifer played it cool.
"I know," she replied.
"You've changed your stockings," David said, motioning to her legs with his chin.
Jennifer smiled; she knew the fully-fashioned stockings would grab his attention.
"I had a little accident in my pantyhose."
"Some perv at work came all over my feet this afternoon so I decided he could keep them and I bought these on the way home."
David was excited by the thought of his older sister giving another man a footjob but he also felt a pang of jealousy.
"Was he big?" David grinned.
"He felt big but I didn't actually see it or touch it with my hands," Jennifer grinned back and lifted a foot and rubbed her ankles together simulating the motion of a footjob.
Her nylons hissed when they rubbed together and Jennifer was pleased to she David's cock twitch slightly.
"He was big enough to make me cream my knickers though. See?"
Jennifer extracted her satin panties from her purse and draped them over David's erection.
"I'll just hang them there to dry shall I?" she teased.
She lightly ran a fingertip along the length of his penis before she let them go.
"You seem to be a little more assertive than you were at lunch time; is there something that you want?" David grinned.
He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.
"Have you got rid of that link like I asked?" she replied.
"Yes Sis; I don't really need it any more do I?"
He pointed at the computer screen. Jennifer has guessed that he had filmed her wanking him earlier in the day; it did not come as a surprise.
"I like that footage better," Jennifer pointed to the screen.
The footage had changed and now showed David vigorously fucking his mother on her bed.
Jennifer sidled up the desk and sat on it; she put her purse down beside her. Her feet swung inches from the floor and David followed his sister's legs down from the hem of her skirt to her feet. He tentatively reached out and stroked her leg; she held it out straight so that he could caress it from her thigh all the way down to her ankle.
"I though t you might like these stockings," she grinned.
"Now what are we going to do about this?"
She reached down and pulled on David's panty-covered erection; she pulled him out of his seat and guided him between her legs and then crossed her ankles behind him. Her cunt was sopping wet with anticipation. She slowly sild the satin panties up and down her brother's cock as he stroked her legs.
"I wouldn't mind a footjob if you're giving them away?" David smiled; he kissed her quickly on the lips and then leaned back.
"Oh I've no times for footjobs now David; you need to learn to look after your sister's needs for once."
Jennifer let go of his cock and dropped the panties on the desk; she grabbed the hem of her skirt and wriggled her arse as she pulled her dress up to expose her moist cunt. David inhaled his sister's perfume and the musky smell of her sex.
Jennifer smiled; she locked her legs behind his back and pulled her brother closer. His penis lined up nicely with her slit.
"Put it in," David begged as his glans nudged his sister's puffy cunt lips.
Jennifer reached down and grasped her brother's shaft and pressed his cock against her cunt enfolding his glans with her labia. She was hot and wet and they both groaned. She slid her legs along his flanks exciting him further.
He put his hands on his sister's hips and leaned forward and his cock slid into her buttery cunt. She held him tightly with her stockinged legs as their lips met and their tongues intertwined. Jennifer wriggled her cunt until she felt his pubic mound press against her clitty and then she slowly began to milk her brother. She eased him back and forth inside of her, controlling the tempo with her strong legs.
She could tell that David wanted to speed up the tempo and fuck her quickly but she controlled the pace. She made him fuck her with long slow strokes, letting his penis come nearly all the way out before she pulled him back inside her; grinding their pubis' together. She continually slid her stocking-clad legs along his flanks and his buttocks knowing that the teasing would build up a colossal orgasm.
She wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails along his back and raked his flanks with her high-heels, raising red welts on his pale skin. Their tongues intertwined and she lazily explored his mouth and he explored hers. Jennifer was in control now and she loved it.
David could feel his orgasm building and he desperately wanted to plow his cock in and out of his sister and fuck her ferociously hard; but she wouldn't let him. The slow fucking, the feel of her silken legs against his body, the scratching of her fingernails and high-heels were excruciatingly arousing but also unbearably frustrating. He wanted to come!Jennifer felt the onset of her third orgasm of the day; this time the feelings came from everywhere; her pussy, her lips, her tongue, her thighs, her body; her whole being was tingling with sexual energy. Suddenly her vagina spasmed and her clit began to radiate powerful surges of sexual pleasure. She pulled David into her and ground her cunt against him, jackhammering her heels against his buttocks and scouring his back with her fingernails. She crushed her lips against his and sucked on his tongue, panting and groaning into his mouth.
David felt his sister's vagina convulse and begin to milk him of his seed. Hot sperm flowed from his penis deep inside her hot sopping cunt. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him as he emptied himself inside her, responding to her needs, luxuriating in the feel of her fully-clothed body against his bare skin.
Muffled moans of delight filled the bedroom as brother and sister came together in a passionate embrace.
They remained locked together until they were both spent. Jennifer released her leg-lock and David was able to move his body a little. He kept his slowly deflating penis inside her and broke their passionate kiss. He stroked her hair and gently rained kisses on her face. He was sweating profusely and Jennifer's suit was stained with his perspiration. Her crotch was soaked and a concoction of semen and vaginal juices which seeped from her cunt and ran down the crack of her arse. Her thighs were sticky, her stockings-tops damp. But she was happy. Satiated.
They were both reluctant to break the embrace and they continued to kiss and explore each other with their tongues, lips and fingers. David helped Jennifer remove her jacket and lifted the camisole off her body. He unclasped her brassiere and found her large soft breasts with his fingertips and then his mouth.
Neither had said a word; they were lost in their post-coital reverie. Jennifer felt her bruised and swollen pussy begin to moisten with renewed excitement; David's attentiveness to her breasts hastened her arousal. She felt David's cock, which had never really become flaccid, harden and thicken inside her.
"God you're an animal!" she whispered into his mouth.
"You have no idea!" David replied, and suddenly pulled himself out of his sister's embrace.
Before she could react he pulled Jennifer to her feet and spun her around; he pushed her and she fell forward, forced to hold on to the desk for support. Jennifer was bent over the desk, naked to waist, her skirt rucked up, her long legs clad in the dark hose; her high-heels skittered on the floor as she tried to keep her balance.
David grabbed her waist and kicked her feet wider and in one quick movement he stepped between her legs and entered her. His hard cock slid into her sodden snatch; he buried it up to the hilt and smashed his pelvis against her buttocks.
"Now we fuck my way!" he groaned and began to fuck his sister with short fast strokes.
Jennifer kept her balance and pushed her buttocks back to meet his thrusts. She soon got the rhythm and the silent house resounded to the sounds of 'thwock, thwock, thwock,' as their sweating bodies slammed together.
Neither of the siblings lasted long despite the fact that they had both recently come. David held his sister by the hips and furiously pounded in and out of her inflamed pussy; as his orgasm approached he increased the tempo. Jennifer had never achieved orgasm before when being taken from behind; but the speed and intensity of her brother's fucking summoned an intense climax; she wriggled her hips and gyrated her arse against David's pulsating cock as her cunt once again convulsed in a series of orgasmic spasms.
Jennifer held onto the desk; her head bowed her knees quivering, finally sated. David hung onto her hips and leaned his body over hers; licking at the beads of sweat running down her back.
"David let me sit down before I fall down," Jennifer pleaded.
He deftly stood her up, spun her around, and lifted her back up on the desk. He eased his way between her thighs and pushed his semi-erect penis back inside her. She lifted her legs up around his waist and swung her ankles back and forth. She kissed him and stroked his matted hair.
"God that was so good David!" she smiled and kissed him again.
David reluctantly pulled his deflating penis out his sister's sopping cunt; he lazily rubbed his cock on Jennifer's thigh watching little droplets of seminal fluid ooze from the eye of his cock and soak into the dark welts of her nylons.
Jennifer regained her composure and gently pushed David from between her legs. She wiped her crotch with her panties and dropped them back on the table.
"I suppose you want them for later," she smirked as she closed her legs and pulled down the hem of her skirt; she rummaged in her purse for cigarettes.
David smiled and dropped his sister's sodden panties into the top drawer and closed it.
"So! What do we do about mom?" Jennifer asked, sucking on her cigarette.
David took the cigarette from his sister's fingers and took a drag and handed it back.
"I have a plan," he said, exhaling a stream of smoke.
"Come with me to mom's room."
David led his sister to their mother's bedroom.
Five minutes later he had laid out some of his mother's lingerie on her bed.
"You can wear your own shoes; the black pumps with the really high heels will look great with this," he said, pointing to the lingerie he had laid out on his mother's bed.
"Yes those heels should set off mom's lingerie nicely David, but do you think she will mind me wearing it?" Jennifer asked.
"If my plan works; I'm sure she will love you wearing it," David smiled wickedly.
Jennifer smiled back.
She tentatively reached out and fondled her brother's penis. It began to thicken in response.
"Do we have time for another quickie before she comes home?"
David responded by reaching for his sister and pulling her body against his. His cock fitted nicely between her legs and he lifted her skirt out of the way and rubbed it on her thigh. Jennifer closed her thighs around her brother's hardening cock and leaned in to kiss him.
"I guess we do," she grinned.
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Michele Cashmore parked her car in the driveway; her house was dark, faint light peeked around the edges of the drawn blinds. She was tired, hungry and horny. After a full day's work she had attended the parent teacher meeting at David's high school. She was pleased to hear that David was doing exceptionally well and that his grades had improved this semester. She smiled to herself: 'nothing like a good fucking from mommy to improve your son's academic achievements,' she thought.
Constantly talking about David had conjured up images of them having sex and had gotten her horny. She wished that her daughter wasn't living with them so she could race home and ravish her son. It had been quite a while now since she had had his long thick cock inside her.
Then she met David's favourite teacher; Carolyn Jones. Michele eyed Carolyn critically and she could see why her son fantasised about her. She was very similar to Michele; same build, a little plump but with great legs and full breasts, attractive face, wearing lots of makeup, mascara, lipstick and rouge. Carolyn wore her brunette hair in a bob the same as Michele; she was wearing a mauve suit with a white silk blouse. Her skirt was short and split with a side vent that showed off her long elegant legs. They were clad in lustrous, flesh-toned hosiery and her feet were shod in black high-heeled sandals.
Michele had found herself become a little jealous; she knew that David often used pictures of Carolyn to fuel his masturbatory fantasies. The images this bought to mind had made her feel even hornier.
She sat in the dark car and let her hand slide under her skirt. She was wearing thigh-high hold-up stockings and boy-leg knickers so she had easy access to her cunt. She gave herself a quick rub and smiled. She would tell her children that she was tired and go straight to her bedroom and masturbate with her vibrator; food could wait until later!
Michele opened the front door and was surprised to see the lounge room was darkened; lit only by a single lamp. What she saw next shocked her. She drooped her car keys and handbag and stood transfixed; her mouth agape.
Jennifer, her thirty-two year old daughter, stood in the doorway leading into the lounge from the kitchen. Lit by the glow of the single lamp, Jennifer was naked except for a crimson corset, fully-fashioned black stockings and black six-inch high-heeled pumps. Her gleaming jet-black bob framed her heavily made up face. Her lips were painted bright-red, her eyes framed by black mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow, her cheeks were rouged. She stood defiantly; one foot pushed forward with her hands on her hips.
Her long fingernails were painted with glossy red nailpolish matching her lipstick. She looked like a Madame straight out of a saddo-masochist dungeon. She looked magnificent.
Dumbfounded; Michele could only utter:
"You're wearing my corset."
"I borrowed it," Jennifer replied.
She smiled and went on.
"I borrowed this too!"
Jennifer tugged on a stocking she was holding tightly in one hand. She held the stocking by the welt; the rest of the stocking disappeared behind the door jamb. When she pulled on the stocking her brother slowly appeared from behind the door jamb; he was naked and the foot of the stocking was tied around his erect penis.
"I hope you don't mind."
David smiled at his mother who was still standing spellbound in the entrance to the lounge room astounded at the spectacle unfolding before her.
Jennifer pulled David along behind her as she strutted into the darkened lounge.
"There's plenty for us both mom; see, he's ready to go," she giggled.
Thirty minutes later David ejaculated deep inside his mother; he was lying on the lounge room rug and she was straddling his body dressed only in her hold-up stockings and high-heels. She rode him and gyrated her body on his pulsing cock; milking it with her spasming vagina as her own orgasm shook her body.
David had his head buried between his sister's thighs furiously lapping at her cunt; she kneeled astride his face, face to face with her mother, her juices flooding into her brother's mouth; she wriggled and squirmed as she came. Michele had freed her daughter's tits from the bustiere of her corset and was sucking on one nipple while she tweaked the other between her fingers. Jennifer's head was thrown back in the throes of passion. Mother, son and daughter all moaned with ecstasy as their respective orgasms wracked their bodies.
After a few minutes Jennifer lifted her luscious buttocks off her brother's face so that he could breath a little easier. She sat on his chest facing her mother who still straddled her son's groin; her cunt occasionally spasming and milking him of the last of his seed. Mother and daughter kissed each other passionately.
"Shall we change ends?" Jennifer smiled seductively at her mother.
"You know we shouldn't," Michele smirked back, "but what the hell!"
"Now let's see if we can't get your brother hard again."
The End