My Whores
Copyright© 2007 by Just Plain Bob
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - I turned my sister into a whore and then things sort of snow-balled on me.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Reluctant Blackmail Heterosexual Cheating Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Gang Bang Slow
I sat on the bed looking at my Aunt Cathy, "You are serious, you really want to play at being a prostitute?"
"Yeah, I think it would be a kick. All my life I've been selective in the men that I've dated and had relationships with. They always had to be good looking, have good manners and a nice personality. It would be a wild experience for me to be in a motel room and have to take on whatever walked through the door."
"Just so you know what you are asking for, some of these guys are just off from work and are sweaty and smelly, some have sat for a while in the bar and have a load on, and some are paying because it is the only way they can get laid."
"I know sweetie and that's why I think it would be a kick for me to give it a try. Hey, your mom did it and she said she enjoyed it."
"Yeah, but she was doing it as a way to get back at dad. She didn't give a shit if the guy was ugly, smelly or so drunk he could barely get it up. The worse the better as far as she was concerned. It gave her satisfaction to give what dad wouldn't take to someone his complete opposite."
"I know. She told me why she was doing it. I'm still having a hard time accepting the change in her. Did you know that in high school she was considered a prude? She was voted the girl most likely to still be a virgin at forty and here she is whoring out of a motel room and doing gangbangs at bachelor parties. God, no one in our old crowd would believe it even if they saw it."
"I'm having a hard time believing it and I'm part of it. Well, if you're serious I'm sure that we can get you started tonight.
Jerry cut Aunt Cathy the same deal he gave mom; free use of the room in exchange for free use of her pussy. I was kind of surprised at that since he had a thing for my mom and had even asked her to leave my dad and marry him. Jerry was Aunt Cathy's first that night, but only the first of many. Once the word went out that there was a new girl at Jerry's the guys lined up and as fast as one finished another was ready to make the walk across the parking lot from the bar to the motel. Aunt Cathy started at seven and didn't cry "enough" until two —thirty. On the drive home I asked her if it was as much a kick as she thought it was going to be.