Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Daughter, Humiliation, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A man forces a family to have sex.
The fateful day began like many summer days before it. Judy Black was scurrying around the kitchen awaiting the invasion of her three children. As usual, her husband was away on business earning the money to allow the family to live very comfortably in their expensive house in an upscale neighborhood.
The morning quietness was shattered by heavy footsteps descending the stairs two at a time. Right away, Judy knew it was her only son. At 14, Jeff was all boy. She and her husband had wanted two children -- first a boy and then a girl. Her husband had said, "Look, the girl will be able to date her older brother's friends," which Judy had replied, "Yeah right, as if she'll want to be seen with anyone associated with her brother." But when Connie was born 16 years ago, Judy assured her husband the next would be a boy. Two years later she kept her promise -- and then some. Ninety seconds after Jeff's umbilical cord was cut, Keri's head appeared between Judy's legs and the screams of, "Omigod! Push! Push! Push!" resounded in the delivery room.
"I'm starved," Jeff said as he flopped onto the kitchen chair.
Judy smiled at her fast growing son. He, like his twin sister, had the dark looks of their father while Connie mirrored her mother's blonde hair and fair skin. Her gaze lingered a little too long on his body covered only in a pair of shorts. He was a younger version of her husband, who she still had a very active sex life with. Judy had always been hot-blooded, easily aroused. She loved sex. Staring at her son, admiring his firm hairless physique, she thought, Wait 'til he gets a little older. Girls are going to be all over him.
Jeff watched his mother's movements as he waited. His friends always commented on how attractive she was, not that he needed to hear it from them. At 38 years old, especially now with no makeup and her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked much younger. The thin summer dress she wore came to mid-thigh which afforded Jeff plenty of leg to look at. And then when she brought him his juice, Judy stepped in front of the large bay window. Her son's cock stirred when the morning sun shone behind her. He saw his mother's lower body through the almost transparent dress, his eyes tracing her long legs to where they met. There he was able to see her skimpy panties, wondering if they were one of the pairs he had borrowed from her hamper to jerk off with.
Jeff's visualization was disturbed by the sound of the doorbell. Judy handed him the glass of juice and, glancing at the kitchen clock, walked to the front door. Who'd be calling this early? she wondered. Unlocking the door and pulling it back a little, she pressed her eye to the opening. Standing on her porch was a burly man wearing a black shirt hanging loosely out of his jeans. The shirt's short sleeves cut into his bulging muscles leaving his hairy arms bare.
"Yes?" Judy apprehensively asked. She was accustomed to door-to-door salesmen, but not this early.
"Sorry to bother you, miss, but can I use your phone? My car broke down and I have to call the Auto Club's roadside service."
Judy opened the door a little more and looked past the man. A faded blue Ford was in front of her house, the front right wheel against the curb and the back jutting out into the street.
"Uh, sure," she said, stepping back to let him in.
"Thank you. My name is Butch. This will only take a minute."
The man dialed the telephone in the kitchen and waited, the phone pressed to his ear and his finger tapping the receiver. His eyes wandered around the room. He nodded to Jeff and then his eyes settled on Judy. His stare made her feel uncomfortable -- he seemed to be undressing her. She unconsciously brought her legs together and tugged gently at the sides of her dress.
"You have a gorgeous body," the man brazenly stated. Then turning to Jeff he said, "You sure are lucky to have a mother that looks like that."
"Shut up!" Judy shouted, her face red and her fists clenched. "Get out of my house! Get out this instant!" She crossed her arms over her chest as her lips pressed together.
Butch hung up the telephone and began walking towards the front door. Judy let out a sigh but then gasped. The man lifted the bottom of his shirt and pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants.
"You shut up, bitch. I will say or do anything I want."
Jeff leapt from the chair and Butch's arm rose. The boy froze instantly when the end of the gun's barrel pressed against his forehead. "Sit down or I'll fuckin' kill you."
"No!" Judy yelled. "Jeff, do what he says."
The teenager reclaimed his seat. Pointing the gun at Jeff's head, Butch told Judy to get some rope. When she returned, he took the rope and placed his gun on the table. Jeff turned towards it.
"Don't even think about it," Butch said, his hand quickly covering the gun, his finger on the trigger.
"Jeff, please," Judy cried out. "Mister, don't hurt him. He won't try anything."
Butch left the gun on the table as he tied Jeff's wrists to the chair. The boy only turned to the gun once, receiving a hard slap on the back of his head. After his arms were secured, the man tied his legs to the chair as well.
Standing, Butch lifted the gun and walked towards Judy. She took a step back but stood still when he pointed the gun at her. He shoved the gun into her belly and slowly stepped behind her. Judy felt his breathing on her neck as she watched her son struggling with the ropes before giving up. She flinched when one of Butch's arms circled her body, holding her tightly against him. Judy felt his fingertips and the cold metal running up and down her bare arm.
Looking over her shoulder at the helpless boy, Butch said, "As I was saying, you sure are lucky. I bet you look at your mother all the time and fantasize about her. Did you ever try to see her naked? Did you ever go through her underwear when she wasn't home?" He chuckled. "I bet you did."
"Please leave us alone," Judy pleaded. "I'll give you money. I'll give you whatever you want."
"I'm sure you will," Butch said as he ran his hand up and down Judy's thigh over her dress. Placing the gun's barrel at the hem, he lifted her dress a little. Judy's whole body shuddered. Then addressing Jeff, Butch said, "Wouldn't you like to see her naked?" Pointing the gun at Judy's neck he whispered, "Don't make me hurt you. If you fight me I'll kill you both." He stuck the gun into his pants.
Butch slowly gathered the material of Judy's dress in his fist. The more he did, the shorter the dress got. When the hem of the dress was barely covering her panties, Butch asked Jeff if he liked his mother's legs. When he didn't answer, Butch yanked the dress up.
"How about now?" he taunted the teenager. "Isn't she sexy?"
Jeff stared at his mother's naked legs and her white cotton panties. His eyes traveled up her body, to her face, but he looked down immediately. He couldn't stand to see her embarrassment. But like a moth to a light, his eyes were drawn to the area covering her pussy. He felt for his mother, but he was also turned on.
Butch said to Judy, "He won't admit it, but he likes looking at you. Look, he's hard."
Judy's eyes automatically went to her son's lap but quickly darted away. She trembled from both fright and embarrassment.
"Look how big his cock gets when he sees you naked. Bet you never knew your son thought about you that way." Looking over Judy's shoulder, he winked at Jeff. "Man, I bet it hurts his cock to be scrunched up like that. What kind of mother are you? Help your son. Open his shorts and take his cock out." Judy's body tensed so he whispered in her ear, "Do what I say and no one will get hurt. Do you understand?"
Judy nodded and waited to be released, and then walked over to her son. Butch followed closely behind, jabbing the gun in her back. She opened the snap to her son's shorts. When she lowered the zipper her hand brushed against his hard dick. She felt it throb. How can he be aroused? she thought. I'm his mother. I can't turn him on. Or is this asshole right? Does my little boy think of me that way?
As she tugged at the now open shorts, she heard her son grunt. Looking up she saw the grimace on his face. Reaching inside his shorts, she found his cock to be awkwardly bent. While adjusting it, she felt a tingle in her loins. After all, she was touching an erect cock, even if it was her son's.
Jeff squirmed within the ropes. His mother was touching his cock -- his gorgeous mother who he had fantasized about for so long. But this was not a fantasy -- it was real. He had seen her legs and her panties. Panties so skimpy they barely covered her pussy. A few blonde pubic hairs actually peeked out the sides. He couldn't help but get an erection. And now his mother was touching his dick, the only fingers other than his own ever to do so.
Now that the shorts and underwear were pulled below Jeff's balls, his hard cock sprung straight up. Judy gazed at it for a moment appreciating its youthful stiffness. Realizing that she was staring, Judy abruptly stood up and looked into her son's eyes. She saw guilt.
"Don't worry, it's natural. It's not your fault."
"Of course it's not his fault." Butch laughed as he regained his hold on Judy and lifted her dress once more. "Look at your body. Your boy would have to be a fuckin' faggot not to want you." He cupped her crotch over her panties and massaged her pussy. "Mmmmmm, this feels so sweet."
"Please, not in front of my son."
Judy's pleas were ignored and Jeff watched the intruder's hand on his mother's pussy, secretly wondering what it felt like. Then the hand moved upwards and slipped inside the waistband. Now when Jeff looked between his mother's legs he saw the shape of the man's hand pushing out the white cotton. The hand moved slowly and Jeff knew he was playing with his mother's pussy.
"Aaaahhhh," Judy uncontrollably sighed as she felt the probing fingers enter her. With two fingers inside, the thumb teased her clitoris. To Butch's delight, Judy got wet.
With his hand cupping her pussy and his fingers inside, the strong man lifted Judy. Her feet dangled in the air, searching for something to put her weight on, anything to relieve the pressure between her legs. Only after Butch stepped closer to Jeff did he lower her to the ground. Judy's hips jerked twice, fucking the fingers inside her, before she realized it and stopped. But her heavy breathing was harder to control.
"Can you smell it?" Butch asked. "Your mother's getting excited. She's getting wet. I bet you've smelled your mom's panties after she wore them. Didn't you?" Then, slipping his wet fingers from Judy's pussy he held them under Jeff's nose. "Smell it straight from the source. This is the smell of hot pussy."
Jeff inhaled deeply. He had smelled his mother's panties, enjoying the faint odor. But this was much stronger. He was smelling his mother's cunt. His young body couldn't take any more.
Butch and Judy looked on in amazement as the boy's stiff cock twitched -- and then fired like a cannon, leaving a white line from his chest to his belly. And then another twitch, followed by a groan and another ejaculation. His cock moved erratically like a dropped fire hose, squirting semen onto his belly, thighs, and shorts.
"Look at that," the evil man gloated. "He's one horny fucker."
"Okay, you had your fun," Judy said. "Now please leave and let me work this out with my son."
"Work it out? What do you mean work it out? Your son is hot for you. I've proved that. There's nothing to work out." And then he smiled as he said, "Oh, I get it. You two wanna be alone. I got you started and you wanna finish. Well, okay. I'll let you ... uh ... work it out. But I'm gonna stay and watch to make sure you do it right. Look at the poor boy. He just came and he's still hard. Oh, to be that age. I think he needs a good blowjob. What do you think?"
Incredulously, Judy looked at the man. "You ... you c-can't be serious! For god's sake, he's my son!"
Putting the gun at Jeff's temple, Butch said, "I'm dead serious. If you don't want him to get dead you'll do exactly as I say."
Butch dragged a chair from the table and spun it around. Straddling it, he draped his forearm along the top, the gun held loosely in his hand, his chin resting on his forearm. Then he flicked the gun, motioning for the wide-eyed mother to approach her son.
"Honey, I'm sorry, but he will hurt you if I don't do this. Please don't think less of me."
Judy dropped to her knees in front of Jeff and looked at his still dripping erection. Then she looked up at his face, but quickly looked back down. Lowering her mouth over her son's cock, she stuffed it into her mouth, feeling its hardness, tasting his semen.
Jeff couldn't believe it was happening. He stared down at his mother on her knees between his legs. He held his breath. The warm wet feeling around his dick was a new sensation. It was the best sexual feeling he had to date. It felt so much better than his hand. He thought it was the best feeling in the world, that is, until his mother's tongue made contact with his shaft and twirled around his cock. Jeff began panting and thrusting his hips upward trying to get more of his cock into his mother's mouth.
Quickly, Judy's experienced mouth and tongue brought her son to another climax. She felt his body stiffen just before the first load of sperm entered her mouth. She swallowed what she could, several times.
"MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Judy's eyes looked up at the unexpected voice of the girl standing in her pajamas. Her mouth popped off her son's cock and she turned. Still on her knees, she came face to face with her youngest daughter, cum dripping down her chin.