Chapter 10: The Spot of the Foul

After dessert, Lisa takes the floor. Smiling, “I’ve got a surprise for us, we just all need to go out back for a minute.”

Once they are gathered outside, Lisa seems to be searching the grass. Why?

“I’m looking for the spot. Oh, here we go!”

They’re about 15 yards from the back door. Ella groans, she knows the hammer is about to fall. Dan and Phil are getting a clue; they are looking sheepish. Tim’s attitude is confusing, he’s frowning, but he’s also staring at his mother’s ass.

Reaching down and grabbing the hem of her dress, Lisa pulls the garment over her head, all the way off, and drops it in the grass. Only a skimpy thong remains. Phil and Tim gape at her like she’s lost her mind. Dan’s gaping too, because he’s stunned by how hot his sister in law looks.

Lisa speaks clearly, distinctly, and most of all, angrily.

“Alright, bitch. I’ve been eating rations of your shit for too long. You’ve been carrying on since before our marriage about how *I’m* just a worthless slut. Meanwhile, Dan here is a literal motherfucker and you’re drinking your husband’s piss right from the source. Nice cock, Phil, by the way.

“You, bitch, are going to be stripped naked again and put back in this same spot where we saw you. Then I’m going to go where Phil was, and I do mean GO. Tim, Phil, get her clothes off and put her down. You got me?”

“Lisa’s right,” agreed Phil, in a frustrated tone. “You’ve been a real cunt to her, for no good reason. I can see why Tim loves his wife, she’s a pistol. Bitch! Get your fucking clothes off. NOW!”

When Ella hesitates, Phil growls and yanks down her pants and underwear and tears away her blouse, buttons flying. Then he roughly forces her to the grass and tugs at her ankles until her legs and feet are bare.

“Why aren’t your cocks out? What the hell are you men all waiting for? This bitch is in heat, I’m gonna wet her down and then you all need to be fucking her. Ready, bitch? Don’t answer, I don’t care.”

Lisa stood with her feet beside Ella’s ears. She hooked her thumbs in the wispy side strings of her thong panties and abruptly ripped them apart, dropping the damp satin triangle onto Ella’s face.

“Smell my cunt, cunt. And here comes your golden reward.”

She squatted down until her pussy lips were hovering above Ella’s forehead. Her face held the traditional mask of concentrated effort. There was a drip, a dribble, a trickle, a stream, and then, at last, a torrent.

The thong was forcibly displaced by her emissions.

And then, the last humiliation: they all heard the gaseous hiss of Lisa’s fart.

Clearly, then, Lisa was done. Tim stepped forward to support Lisa to stand up and step away.

“I think you made your point, hon.”

Lisa chuckled, rueful. And a little teary.

“I was just so angry. She made out like her shit doesn’t stink and I was just your whore.”

Just then, they heard Ella’s ecstatic cries. She was coming, coming hard. Phil was on top and plowing her. He was so forceful they could actually hear his balls slapping into her body.

“Lisa, uh, Lisa, you’re right, I’m sorry,” Ella cried. “Never again. I’m your toilet now, and your bidet. It’s the least I can do to make up for, uh. Phil! Come on my face, yeah, pull out, yeah, right here. Ah! Perfect.

“Dan? Dan, come here and paint me too.”

He was behind, just out of her view. Jacking off the whole time, he was ready to pop also so he walked around in front of her face, sank to his knees, and completed a last set of strokes. His cock erupted with youthful enthusiasm; six splats streaked across her nose and cheeks and into her open mouth.

Watching, Lisa had regained her composure.

“Tim, get your pants off, I want to compare.”

Kneeling beside Ella, with her left hand, she grasped and began stroking her husband. With her right hand, she fingered a gobbet of Dan’s sperm from Ella’s face for her mouth. The taste was interesting: not much different from Tim’s milk, but strange when combined with her urine.

Turning around, Lisa inhaled Tim’s cock and started a quick blow job. Then, she rethought and released him.

“No, I need to be fucked in either hole, up to you, sweetie.”

Turning again, she presented her tattooed ass to him. Tim plunged inside her pussy and began thrusting. Now she was oriented, so her face was near Ella’s and also Dan’s hard-on. At his young age there was no wilting.

She smirked at Ella, then craned her neck around to look at Tim’s face that was up over her back. He recognized the inherent question in her look and nodded his head. She relaxed her neck and took in the sight of Dan’s hand flying back and forth on his rigid tool.

“Dan, give me your cock!”

With her mouth and vagina both full, Lisa was now being spit-roasted by the brothers, a thrilling new experience for her. Ella watched enviously from underneath, watching Dan’s balls swaying and excess drool from Lisa’s busy mouth. She imagined a further encounter where it would be her sandwiched in this threesome, the mother of these two grown men. If not this day, then soon?

Suddenly, Lisa had a realization.

“Stop! Both of you, get off me!”

Lisa got to her feet, getting control of the situation again.

“Tim, I love you, but you can have me anytime. That’s not punishing Ella. Take your beautiful cock over and fuck your mother. You can’t let your little brother be her only mate for today. Phil, don’t just stand there. I want your cunt wife’s cock in MY pussy.”

“Phil, fuck her,” Ella agreed. “Show that tramp what you can do. Tim, are you better than Dan? Let’s find out!”

Lisa was so assertive and the men so aroused that they rushed to comply. And suddenly the two women were side by side on their backs being plowed together.

Dan couldn’t believe his eyes, standing above Ella and Lisa with his cock in his hands. He had to step carefully so he wasn’t standing on either woman’s long hair.