THEY KNOW BEST

If you want to take ownership of this chapter and flush it out more, be my guest. It has been on my desk for too long, so I’m just getting it out there.

They both genuinely love your children, and they wouldn’t leave one waiting if it wasn’t for a good reason. So you allow him to wait without intervening. And wait he did, for one whole year.

By his nineteen birthday, you have been living alone with him for over a year; thus, the house tends to be very quiet in the morning. However, on this morning, you are awakened by loud noises. Second, after waking up, your father walks into the room and says, “come with me, it is finally time to give your son his long-overdue present.”

As you follow your father down the hallway, you take stock of your life in the form of the photo hanging on the wall. It hasn’t been an easy life, but it has been a good life. Your now almost forty-two while the man in front of you is nearly 70, although his age doesn’t show. As for your body, you have proudly keep yourself in shape. With that, your cycle is still regular.

Your father leads you down into the kitchen, where your girls have already gathered from their individual houses. “Good morning, girls.”

Your daughter gives a collective “good morning dad” When in a group, they all refer to him as dad and your brother as daddy. Outside of the group, sometimes your brother’s kids call him grand-dad.

You look around the room there are six large boxes stack in the corner that wasn’t there last night but other than that nothing new was added and your brother and son are nowhere to be seen.

“So dad, the birthday boy is not here, so why are we?”

He growls his old growl. “It simple last week we ask your son to describe all of your personalities, and then my son and I went out and purchase stuff to fit that description. That is what is in these boxes. Please take the boxes back to your rooms and follow the directions inside.”

Each of you lines up and grab your individual box before returning to the rooms. There are so many rooms in the house that your father and brother set you up inactive you started having kids that you never really need to use their rooms. So their rooms are exactly the way they were on the day their dads had them leave due to there pregnancy.

As you open your cardboard box, what you expected to be in there is. You slowly lift out a sexy mother-fetus outfit from the box.

They gave you a pink underbust corset that had a string that came up through your cleavage and tied around your neck. For bottoms, they had matching split pink panties that left your pussy wholly exposed.

Below that outfit, you find a pink rope and a night that says but all of this on and go to OLDEST NAME (your oldest) room in one hour.

After you put the lingerie on, you do up your makeup and hair, trim up your nether hair, and put on your the rope just in time to go to your oldest room.

After seeing what they pick out for you and knowing your daughter, it was clear what they would pick out for your oldest, considering she was the only valedictorian of the girls.

As you walk towards your oldest’s bedroom door, you see your brother standing silently in the doorway. In front of him is precisely what you expected to be. Your oldest daughter is lying on her bed, wearing a short black skirt, extremely low-cut, and sexy librarian glasses. Her right pointer finger is curled beckoning your son, who’s standing in front of her with his hard cock exposed, to come towards her. “Do I really have to watch this.”

Hearing your voice, your brother laughs, “You should want to watch this. Not every parent gets to watch their son become a man.” That wasn’t an order, but it might as well have been, so you silently stand there and watch as your son cock’s slides up his sister’s long legs. His hands follow his cock up her legs bunching. Your eyes shift to your fight as knowing what coming after counting your bare painted toes once you hear your eldest and most successful daughter moan.

You look up to see your eldest daughter’s legs are lock around your son’s back with her white thong dangling around her right ankle.

Your son’s hand has pulled the low cut blush even lower, exposing her tits. With her tits exposed, your son’s hands happily play with her nipples as his cock smoothly moves in and out of her pussy. When his tongue circles her nipples, you shift your attention back towards your fight.

After a short three cycles on counting your well-manicured toes, you hear your daughter moan “ah yes Yes YES!” followed by your son groaning “YES!” You give it about another fifteen seconds before looking up to just to see your son cum dripping from your eldest’ daughter’s pussy and pooling on her black skirt.

As soon as he finished filling his oldest sister’s womb with his cum, he gave her a kiss on the lips, and out the door, he went, Leaving you and your father following in his footsteps. Your next child was the all-star cheerleader leaving you only one guess to what she was wearing behind her door.

Your only son throws open the door, and as expect, there sat your second oldest daughter on her bed in her cheerleading uniform that she last wore in high school. After giving birth to her first and only child, she put in a lot of work in getting her body back in shape; however, no matter how toned she became, she was never able to get her hips or her bust back to the size they were before getting pregnant.

As a result, her tiny uniform now strained to hold her body in.

Your son jumps on the bed and slabs your sister’s ass. “Come on; sis, let’s see some on that famous flexibility” Your daughter smiles at him and says, “As your wish birthday boy.” She stands up and hovers her pussy over his cock before falling into a completed split. She bounces from her split before falling back into her split. She fucks herself on top of your son’s cock, and he pulls at her cheerleading top. With a single rip, her tits bounce free and hang in his face.

You know it wrong to say, but this one isn’t as hard to watch as the one with your academics all start; however, you still don’t like watching others have sex, especially yours, so you look away and only occasionally check back in. Each time you look up more and more out, her outfit is ripped, and she is moaning loader and loader. By the time your son cums inside of her, there is nothing left of her top and the bra is resting above her tits. As he cums inside of her, you can tell that she is having trouble handling her own orgasm and the full feeling. Then her body gives way, and she falls backward, causing your son’s cock to ‘pop’ out and the last bit of his cum to land on her diamond-studded belly button.

As we left your second daughter bedroom, leaving her lying breathless on the bed with cum leaking out of her pussy and the cheerleading uniform that she kept for memory completely ripped up.

Your next daughter was more like you than any other of your girls. She was your rebel child who always was in search of a man’s eye. What you saw when your son opened her bedroom door was exactly that.

There she stood in red stiletto high heels, a red high hip thong and a red lacy bra. If you didn’t know any better, she looks like a hooker or a stripper.

The moment your children’s eyes’ meet, your daughter grab her the wooden bedpost and spins her way down to the bed. Once her panty clad ass hits the bed, she spreads her legs and moves her own thong to the side, exposing her cunt. “Hey little bro, I bet you want to fuck my sluty pussy.” she traces her wet pussy lips with her fingers.

“Hell yea sis.”

“Well, then what are you waiting for.”

Your son practically jumps on top of her, and the very load fucking starts. Odd some odd reason you can feel your self getting wet watching and listening to there rutting. As a result, you quickly look away.

Write about sex in hooker lingerie.

After your third daughter, The boys stop altogether and had lunch. After lunch, they went to the bedroom of your fourth child. She was the exact opposite of her older sister. In fact, You were even surprised she let her father have sex with her in the first place.

She was one of those that is always in search of the truest of love, and true love meant waiting for it. As a result, when your son opened the door, what you saw was a woman standing before your in honeymoon lingerie. Your son’s arms instantly wrap around your daughter’s body, and they begin making out just inches in front of you. This is going much slower than the other girl. It was closer to two lovers than it was a hormone-filled 19 years old expressing himself with a willing female. Your son passionately kisses her neck until her legs become week and give way after which he gently carries her to her bed. After the laid her down like a flower, he ever so slightly exposed her pussy. Unlike his other sister, he actually played with his one’s clit before ramming his cock straight in. His cock didn’t enter her until she orgasm on his hand at least once, and when it did, it was at a much slower pace than it was with his other sisters. It is clear to tell that he really wanted her to enjoy this and boy was she.

Actually, it was hard for you to tell how he would have described your youngest daughter. To you, she has always been a jack of all trades and a dream child, but she never could get along with her younger brother for some reason.

Before your son was able to open the door, your father stopped him. “I want you to know that this one didn’t want to compline with her note; however, your father and I manage to ‘persuade’ her into a more favorable position.” He smiles at you.

So you look at your son “uh how did you describe her.”

He smiles back at you “only how she is…. a true spoiled rotten bitch!” he throws the door open, and your jaw hits the floor. There before you was your youngest daughter dress in all back latex with her hands and legs tied to each bedpost. Her body kicked and failed about against its restraints, but it was no use.

She screams, “{BOYS NAME}, I know yours there. I always knew you were a stupid, **** pig. I just didn’t know you were too weak to do it yourself” despite the fact that she taunts your son just silently approaches her from behind. As a result of her eyes were covered and his silence, she continues to struggle against the restraints. The latex suit split right at her pussy, allowing him to gently brush a riding crop against her smooth lips. Her body twists and turns, trying to get away from his touch, but there is nowhere for it to go.

His hand swats her pussy, causing her to scream, “fuck you.”

Your son answers, “I’m going to” You quickly turn away as the sounds of flesh and whips colliding fills the room.