“I can’t believe he’s coming!” Maureen squealed.
Rebekah laughed on the FaceTime at her mother’s excited expression.
“Chill, Mom slut. He hasn’t ‘cum’ yet. Sorry you left that one out there. I had to hit it.”
Alan laughed and then went back to his book after his wife gave him a burning stare.
Maureen raised an eyebrow to her daughter and sometime sapphic sister. “Hush up, Dr. Dirty! You’re just jealous that I will get your brother for 72 hours and he may never leave my bed. Well, when he’s home, it’s his bed also.” She didn’t bother turning towards her cuckold husband but raised her voice slightly. “Isn’t it, Cuck?”
“Yes.”
Rebekah made a face, and her mother turned the phone towards her father and sex slave.
“Hey! Sperm Donor! That was a horseshit response. Say it again and mean it.”
Alan’s body quivered, and he immediately sank to his knees looking at the floor for guidance. His cage scrunched his genitals with just the right amount of pain to make him crazy.
He winced then breathed in. “I am sorry, Miss. Of course it is his bed. It is the bed of whomever you desire to have in it.”
His daughter sneered but then softened. “Much better. I expect only good reports from your wife, you naughty thing. No more disrespect or when I get back, it’s going to be difficult.”
“Yes…Miss.” The last he said with a slight look up to the phone and just the tiniest of smiles as if to say, isn’t that what we both want? His daughter caught it and winked back. Theirs was a true dominant relationship between daughter and father yet periodically, their familial relationship needed to be shown.
“OK, well, I’ll be in that Wednesday afternoon. Don’t forget to pick me up at the airport. Love you both.”
Maureen disconnected and sat quiet for a moment. She was in the very kitchen chair that her son had occupied when five months ago, she had fucked him for the first time.
“Alan, I need to talk to you.”
The sudden change made him start. He was hesitant. “Okay…”
Her voice was softer. “Come here…please.” She wanted to make sure it was not an order. He sat down with practiced caution. She actually took his hand. “So much has changed. But I want to remind us that I love you, and I consider all of this to be the greatest gift you have ever given me.”
He was mildly surprised. She had said as much during other quiet moments, yet there was always the possibility of a quick mood change. That was another aspect of their life that kept him energized and attentive. He decided that levity was a good neutral foray. “Besides sperm?”
She chuckled at the reference to his cuckold nickname. “Well, equal value then. I don’t think our family has been damaged. Do you?”
“Why would you? Well, wait, yeah, by societal normativism, maybe, but they both seem happy. I’m happy, and you are your best self ever.”
She choked up and shook her head. “I love that you think that. Look, um, I want Thanksgiving to be sex free. Just us being the Whartons.” She quickly added, “Just that day.” She rolled her eyes and blew out her breath.
As she expected, he looked quite surprised. “Okay. Have you asked the twins about that?’
“I am not asking anyone. Not even you. I am in charge and I say typical Turkey Day festivities. Even inviting your folks, if you can stand it.” She got the contradiction she had just stated.
Alan’s aging parents lived in town and could be…a lot. Especially his outspoken father.
“Okay, great. I’m all in. Even with my dad.”
“But?”
“I think I need to ask my other mistress if it’s okay if I am uncaged for the day. I don’t want any possible suspicion. Nor near slip-ups like your brother-in-law nearly catching you giving our son a blowjob in the garage.”
Maureen rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Dale’s a clueless fuck. Okay then. We will have a No Nut November…for just one day.”
“Can I add one more thing as your husband?”
“Sure.” She smiled softly. She loved this man.
“As you just told our daughter, you are going to have two nights with your lover slash son just before taking a day of celibacy. Doesn’t seem like much of a sacrifice.”
Maureen paused. He was right. But she needed him to support the day off.
“That will make it easy for all of us. Well, except for Rebekah, but too fucking bad. He’s mine. Period.”
The look she gave him let him know that hubby time was ended. “Yes, Miss.”
***
November 24 could not arrive quicker. Maureen was beside herself with lustful anticipation. She had been like the proverbial bitch in heat for the last ten days since she found out Caleb was coming home for a week starting on Tuesday, today.
She had spent those ten days and nights packing in as much hotwife with her bf sex as she could. She had been fucked ten, no, twelve times since then, by five different men, none of them her husband. He had reaped benefits of clean-up, reclaiming on each night bar one when she didn’t get home until three-thirty. Frank had brought a friend to the hotel (with her permission) and they had spit-roasted her and done a fabulous double penetration. She would really have to like the guy to do anal and usually be on the topside of a horny spell. In this case, she had both factors firing. And Frank’s friend turned out to be his younger brother who was as gifted in the erection department as Frank. He was also better looking and tasted amazing. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced. Thus, the ten versus twelve confusion.
But on Sunday, she called a time out. Alan had no more boyfriend encounters scheduled and a large series of red Xs on the next week. She wanted to be ravenous by Tuesday. She hadn’t had Caleb inside her since their birthday in October.
He texted her on Monday morning.
Can’t wait for your (flame emoji peach)
She had trembled and gushed when she read it just as she arrived at a closing.
It is positively soaked (water emoji x six)
Then by complete coincidence, or twin sense, Rebekah texted not a minute later.
Mommy slut better not drain it # Sibling Black Friday
Maureen giggled and responded. FYI I may need you to make the turkey
She got an ellipse and a mouthless emoji. Hilarious.
Tuesday arrived and Alan was tasked with picking up Caleb at the airport. The plan was for him and his dad to have some time together before his mom made him a kept toy for forty-eight hours.
The hugs and affection were genuine at the reunion. Caleb looked great, his curly hair a little longer and he looked rested, despite the rigors of grad school. He quizzed his dad on the current D-line that he coached at the high school, and Alan related some anecdotal amusements.
They were a few minutes out when Alan told his son to text his mother and lover that they were almost home. She wanted to be “ready,’ whatever that entailed. Caleb did so and chuckled. He showed his dad the twenty flame emojis she had texted back.
“So, Cale, I wanted to remind you that Thursday is a no sex day.” Caleb laughed. “She’s serious. She wants us to be ‘normal’. Or at least non-incestuous for the day.”
Caleb let out a hissing breath. “Looks like I have a lot of work to do over the next two days.”
Alan blushed. It felt like a humiliation disguised as a joke. It was.
Caleb’s demeanor had changed. “Don’t worry, Cuck. I’ll let you have the leftovers even before Thanksgiving.”
Alan gulped and Caleb smugly smiled. He loved being the man of the house and getting to be with his insanely sexy mom while his dad watched. And his father loved it even more as evidenced by his uncomfortable tug to his jeans and a sheen of sweat on his brow.
As the garage door was going down, Alan was retrieving his son’s bag. Caleb was already in the house and calling for his lover. He honestly didn’t know where she would be or even what would be first but he was happy to hear a soft, “In here, lover,” coming from the living room. He walked into the room and froze as his eyes popped and his jaw dropped.
Maureen stood by the couch in a red corset with a way too small bust that did nothing to support her incredible E-cup bounty. She had a matching garter and stocking set with no panties and matching new red heels. It was almost comically stereotypical, yet he couldn’t care less.
“Holy fuck…”
“That’s kind of the point. Welcome home, Baby. Mommy missed you.” To illustrate she ran her left index finger through her aroused sex and held up a shiny digit that had a small, thick droplet hanging off. She held it to her mouth then extended her tongue to lick it off.
Without saying another word, he tossed his jacket, and made it to her in two strides. He slammed into her with a powerfully ravenous kiss. She yelped into his mouth, then molded to his body with second nature comfort.
He had her ass in his hands, his mouth on her neck, then her ear. She dug into his shirt and pulled it up and off his body. She almost screamed when she ran her hands down his muscular back. Gahd, she wanted this man and he wanted her just as badly. When his mouth found her right breast, she screamed out in joyful ecstasy.
“Yes, Baby! Yes!”
As he sucked and pulled, they worked together to untie his loose pants and pull them down. He had taken off his underwear in the bathroom at the airport. Smart boy.
His majesty and might popped up and slapped right into Maureen‘s open and waiting hand. She shook with the familiar heat that pulsed through her hand and up her arm. She grabbed the back of his head, opened her mouth wide and slammed her tongue into his panting maw. She squeezed his cock so hard he thought she might pull it off. But he didn’t care if it felt uncomfortable because it was her.
Their kissing was moving and passionate; hard teeth bounced, lips flapped. Tongues were sucked and bit.
As they locked together, he was pushing her back and she hit the sofa and fell into it. He took the moment to kick off his pants and shoes, then dove down between his mother‘s legs. The first contact with his open mouth was like coming back to a familiar restaurant. It always tasted so good and you loved that sometimes you had to wait.
“FUUUCK CALEB!” His talented full-cunt suck made her body shake with release. She was right to wait for two days. It hit her high heels and shot back up into her brain. Her fingers trembled so much she thought she might pull his hair out. She was shaking like never before. This was her dream lover, her son, her blood.
First orgasm in the books, he quickly kissed up her abdomen. Her soft motherly flesh felt firmer then before. She had been preparing her body, and he adored her for it. He wanted that nipple in his mouth, but he knew something else had to be inside something else. His cock snaked and slithered with a life of its own. The head found her aching entrance, wet as a piece of fruit and gripping like a cat paw. One quick eye-popping move and they were joined.
“Fuck, Mom! So perfect!”
She couldn’t form words. She was still coming down from the orgasm, but it seemed to not want to relent. She wrapped as much around her as she could and welcomed the aggressive coupling. Thrust after thrust thrust came out wet and slapping, creating a rhythm track for the melody of her squeals and the harmony of his groans.
Neither spoke for the next three minutes as the most glorious fuck so far of their sexual relationship, took center stage in the living room. Literally. The audience was the framed faces around the room of past family events. Maureen adored her son as a sexual partner. And rather than contrast family imagery as something perverted, it only enhanced the love she felt for him.
“Fill me Caleb. Make Mommy a mess!”
One other audience member was present and neither of the fuckers cared. Alan Wharton knelt naked at the entranceway from the kitchen. His eyes were down yet closed. He was breathing heavily and concentrating on not having an unsanctioned orgasm. Cleaning up after her lovers had been a dream that he never knew he had. But actually watching the two of them fuck was almost as exciting as when his daughter ordered him about in submission and humiliation. He didn’t recognize this man, but he was happy to be him.
Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful. As his son and wife screamed in mutual orgasmic perfection, his caged manhood spasmed, and the weakest, most pitiful squirts of his essence squeaked through his cage.
***
“Wait, before you tell me about all the fucking, and yes, I wanna hear about it, I wanna hear about my little sex slave breaking the ultimate rule.”
Alan’s eyes went wide and he looked to his wife and then his son. Both had “what did you expect” looks on their faces. He shook for a moment and took a deep breath.
“Well?” His incredibly sexy daughter stood in a very tight sweater with no bra. She was wearing warm leggings appropriate for the season and he was sure there was nothing underneath. At least that’s what her camel toe showed. Her long, curly, brown hair cascaded in sexy ways off her shoulders. But her face, her face was what fascinated him. It was stern and aggressive, and made his heart melt. She folded her arms under her magnificent bust and raised an eyebrow just like her mother.
“It, uh, it was during their homecoming fuck. I tried desperately to not react, but my body, I hate to say this because it’s such a trope, it betrayed me. And yes, I had an or…orgasm.”
Rebecca looked at her mother in pleasant surprise. “While caged?”
Maureen nodded with just an ounce of pride behind her disdain.
Rebekah had been home an hour and the four of them were working with efficiency and joy to prepare for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast. Tonight would be their last chance for sex for the next 30 hours. So even though they were doing everything properly, there was some excited velocity behind it all. Get this shit done and get their asses in bed.
Alan sighed as he cut the sweet potatoes.
“How was it?” his daughter and mistress was asking him, but he hesitated to respond. His son and household crown-wearer answered for him.
“He apologized his ass off and explained that it felt so weird and different. He didn’t know it was coming. I’m not sure if I believe it but hey, sometimes the old guy needs a little relief. You two are too hard on him.”
His father and family cuckold smiled softly at his son’s show of support. It was short-lived.
“But I still think you should redden his ass for breaking the rules. I’d kinda like to watch this time.”
Maureen laughed out loud and set down the spoon that she was using to mix the green bean casserole. She grabbed her son by the shirt and pulled him close to her. She spoke with a low sultry tone. “That is one of the hottest things you’ve ever said.” She kissed him hard and he kissed her back.
“Okay fuckers, chill. We’ll see what will happen after this is all done. But we can’t compromise any of the food no matter how horny we all are. So let’s follow Mom’s advice and try and be a family for the next hour or so before we turn into craven perverts.”
They had a communal laugh and went back to their tasks. It was their father who brought them a little bit more clarity.
“As your dad, I would like to clarify that this is not a perversion. It’s a choice. A loving choice we made as a group. Whartons always love each other.”
There was a pause in the room where each person had their own version of balance happening. Family life and tradition on one side and incestuous sexual discipline on the other.
“We are so beautifully fucked up,” Maureen added as a punctuation.
The other three mumbled affirmations and sped up their work in silence.
Ninety minutes later, Rebekah was on her brother’s cock bouncing up and down as he pushed off the bed formally belonging to her parents. Her mother was making out with her brother while he fingered her well used maternal vagina into one more wet and competent orgasm. Maureen had already lost count.
The odd man out remained out. Father, Alan, sat in his chair across the room, completely naked, but for a pair of socks because his feet were cold. His chastity cage lay on the dresser and his freed and erect cock stood tall and desperately dripped. He gripped the arms of the chair to white-knuckled intensity so that he wouldn’t be tied down as both his mistresses had threatened.
His dominant daughter threw him another morsel of humiliation that made his balls ache even more.
“You’re so fucking lucky, Essie! Nghh! You should be lying on the floor, nghh weeping with a beat red ass. Instead, in honor of the holiday, nghh I gave you the gift of freedom. And what’s the thanks I get? Fuuuck! You begging to lick my pussy. How foolish. Because right now it’s being filled with your son‘s cahhhck, which is tehhhn times better than yours ever could be”
He threw his head back and held his breath. His balls were starting to contract. Orgasm was imminent and he hadn’t touched himself once.
“Oh goodness, Cucky!” his wife said in mock sweetness. “That looks like it hurts. I hope you can last for the next two hours.”
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