AN EDUCATION IN DEBAUCHERY 4

For a few days nothing much happened. It was as though the family routine hadn’t been bent and twisted out of alignment by the family orgy. I brushed Hayley’s hair, drove her and Michael to school, always ensuring they knew that our family, our sexed-up, underage-fucking family was different, and that it would all have to stop if they told anyone. I prayed they wouldn’t. They’d have no idea of the consequences, but the consequences would be unthinkable.

I told myself that maybe if I left it for a while my fantasies about the twins would recede and that I’d become sane again, but I was overwhelmed by my fantasies and plans. I felt like I was becoming a character in some de Sade story, or the Henry Miller book which starts with a guy being fucked by his eleven year old daughter.

And the twins were about to turn eleven. And in my bizarre thinking I felt that 11 was better than ten for sexually initiating your children. That it would make them more grown up. At eleven!

On their birthday, next month, I figured they should have friends around, smash a pi�ata, eat too many donuts. But I thought I’d like to give Michael a birthday blow job, see how he felt when I slid a finger into his ass. I’d buy him regular boy presents, but I’d be only thinking about my special one. And Hayley … maybe fucked up the ass by a boy from school while everyone sat around cross-legged like they were intently listening to teacher. And Hayley shouting, “Come on you bastard, fuck me like you mean it.” I had a fantasy of Tom shoving his cock up Michael’s ass. Clearly it would be agony for Michael, but I kept visualizing it.

On the third night after the debauchery started I told Tom I wanted more. I asked the kids and they said ‘Yay!”. They said yay! A Disneyland yay, an ice cream yay.

And then Hayley said, “More fucking. Awesome!” It was such a turn on my body felt weightless for a moment. This time, the master bedroom. I got to undress the children, running my hands over the crease-less baby skin. Michael’s dick was so small when it wasn’t erect. I couldn’t help but give it a quick suck to get him going. I pulled Hayley’s dress over her head and ran a finger over the little budding breasts with their increasingly sensitive nipples.

I wanted her. “Try licking my pussy baby” I said. I sat on the edge of the bed and she positioned herself between my legs. And then her mouth was on me. Inexperienced, innocent. She was trying to take my cunt, my lips, my clit into her mouth all at once. Because daddy wanted her to suck him last time.

“Just lick it Hayls” I said. She looked up and nodded and started a slower rhythm.

“It tastes nice,” she said. How wonderful. Filling her mouth with my juices. After a while I got her to position her tongue on my clit and flick it about. I was on the verge of coming, but when I looked up Tom was filming us. Family movies (invite the relatives around!)

“Wave”, Tom said. Hayley kept her tongue in place but waved heartily. I looked into the camera but my face was contorted into animal lust and knowing I could watch it all again later just turned me on more.

Michael was masturbating and lay down beside me. Tom said, “See how many fingers you can get in your bad mommy’s cunt Hayley.” He closed in with the lens about a foot away as Hayley tentatively probed. She soon discovered that one, two and three were easy. And with a bit more effort, four.

I was quivering, “Oh fuck … yes shove that hand right up me baby.” With a look of wonder and delight she pushed hard … and now I was being fist-fucked by my daughter.

Michael looked on, and said, “Pump it into her really hard.” He already had a taste for the transgressions. Hayley began ramming into me as hard as she could. I bucked against her.

Tom said, “Yolanda’s going to come.” I didn’t have the breath to answer. He asked of Michael, “Is mom a dirty slut?”

“Yeah,” Michael said, “and it’s really cool.”

Then every muscle in my body began to tense and then it arrived, spasm after spasm of perfect excitement.. And I was swearing, “I’m a filthy bitch. Fuck my filthy bitch cunt Hayley.” Michael straddled me and grabbed my tits, his hard-on now red and impressive but still the dick of a boy. He looked at me as I began to relax and breathe normally. I stroked his arms and he lay down on me, hands around my neck. Just a kid and his mother. Having a cuddle. Jesus Christ.

Now I needed Michael to normalize sex with his father. Tom and I had decided on it earlier. He was young enough to still find his dad handsome and physically impressive and he was fascinated by the sheer size of Tom’s cock.

“You’re going to make your dad come,” I said to Michael. He was a bit taken aback, but curious and not put off. Tom sat him on the edge of the bed and said, “You’ll be as big as this one day.”

“Really?” Michael beamed.

“Wow! Awesome … but I’ll be bigger.” Tom raised his eyebrows into a “maybe” face.

“Feel it Michael,” I said having taken charge of the camera. Hayley sat cross-legged on the bed watching intently.

Then she provided some commentary. “And for our next trick Michael is going to jerk off dad.” Jerk off? How did she … well of course she knew what it was. “And give him a hand job too,” I said.

“Hand job,” Hayley said. “Hand job. Michael is going to play hand job too. I said, “Give a hand job” I corrected her. “And it means the same thing.”

Tom stood by the bed and Michael slowly cupped the enormous adult balls in his hand, rolled them around like dice. Hayley went to Tom’s side and hugged him so she could see better. Michael moved on to the shaft of the cock. It was hot. So hot he thought there might be something wrong with it. But he saw that Tom was approving.

“Squeeze hard baby,” I said. Tom didn’t need to say much. It seemed that I was always in charge of activities, deciding what would happen next. Michael got a rhythm going. I brought the camera to Tom’s face.

“You like that?” He looked into the lens with a look of quiet but absolute confidence. As though stuff like this happened all the time. My hands were shaking. “Your own son pumping your dick, you sick bastard.”

After a few minutes Tom pulled away and lay on his back on the bed, he patted the space next to him to beckon Michael.

“Time to suck me,” he said. Hayley jumped up and said, “I bet you can’t!” I bet you can only get a little bit in like me.” Michael lay his head on Tom’s belly and tentatively touched the tip of Tom’s twitching steely erection with his lips as if it were fragile.

“You can suck Michael, Hayley,” said Tom.

She protested, “Not until I see if he can fit it in his mouth.”

Michael opened his mouth wide lowered his head and Tom’s dick began to ease into his mouth. My little boy was finding it difficult to breathe and had to stop for a minute.

“That’s good,” Tom said. “Pretty good for a first-timer.” Down went Michael again managing to get about three inches of stiff boner in his mouth. Instinctively, and to Tom’s delight, Michael started sucking as hard as he could. Trying to vacuum the cock into his mouth.

“Pffft,” said Hayley. “I bet I can suck it better if I practice.”

“Practice on Michael,” I said. She crawled into the space between Tom and Michael’s legs and started to toy with Michael’s kid hard-on. He squirmed as she fed it into her mouth.

“Nasty little sister you have there Michael,” I said. Tom was beginning to breathe the loud exhalations of someone near to exploding, but suddenly he pulled Michael away and decided on a change.

“You take the camera Hayley,” Tom said. “Yolanda ride me.”

With a slightly quizzical look I straddled him and sucked in a lungful of air as I sank onto his rigid dick.

“Let’s both fuck mommy,” he said to Michael. Oh fuck, yes! What a great idea.

“You can fuck her up the ass. She likes that because it’s dirty.” Michael laughed and positioned himself behind me. He was hardly going to stretch me open very far, but it was the idea of it, and the feel, even though it had yet to grow to manhood of my own son’s cock inside my ass. As he pushed without success, I reached around and guided him in. It wasn’t big but it didn’t matter.

“Spank me Michael,” I shouted. He froze. “It’s okay, just spank me, make my ass red.” And he did. And all the while Hayley was capturing it all with the cam.

“Michael’s got his dick in mom’s ass, and dad’s got his dick in mom’s pussy.” Tom started pumping into me hard, ready to fire me full of jizz.

Michael fucked me as best he could, until he was giving it all and said, “You’re a slut. You let me fuck you. Slut.” Then I felt the twitching of his boy orgasm, the dribble of cum. “Michael’s coming up his dirty mommy’s ass,” commentated Hayley.

I just lost it again and shuddered through another orgasm of my own.

“Now mommy’s coming!” shouted Hayley. Tom began to moan and push his hips up into me and let out the loud, “Fuck, fuck, yeah.” The usual stuff.

Hayley said “And I think daddy just came inside mommy.” Yes. He did do that.

The four of us were soon sprawled on the bed. Hayley put the camera down and slid between us.

“Okay,” said Hayley. “So who’s going to do things to me?”

Oh Hayley, we all are.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR