The Sisters Campbell, Part 1

Monica froze where she was, and then she yanked her hand from her panties, and with her other hand, she beckoned Misty and Zack to her room.

Misty rose up off her knees and walked towards Monica’s bedroom, not looking too worried, to Zack’s amazement. He was downright terrified.

Zack entered Monica’s bedroom and pushed the door shut, though it didn’t close all the way.

Zack didn’t bother trying to properly close it, and he just moved further into the room. Monica stood opposite Misty, arms crossed.

“I can’t believe you were blowing my son!” Monica fumed.

“You were getting off to it, remember?” Misty challenged her elder sister.

“I was… I was not!” Monica tried, but Misty seized her hand and held it up to her face.

Zack could see the glistening juices on his mother’s hand from here, and he stared in astonishment as Misty took two of Monica’s fingers in her mouth, and Monica made a sound of surprise as well, jerking her fingers back.

“Yep. Definitely pussy.” Misty licked her lips.

“It doesn’t matter what I was doing, Misty. What on earth possessed you to blow my son?” Monica demanded.

“Well, I found him in the hallway, perving on Mal. I decided to perv with him, and things snowballed.” Misty said defensively. Monica wheeled on Zack.

“Is that true?” she asked.

“Uh… yeah, maybe.” Zack admitted.

“I can’t believe you, Zack. I thought I raised you better.” Monica said, and Misty scoffed.

“What now?” Monica demanded.

“The reason he’s like this isn’t because he’s some deviant, Mo. His mom was a total slut, and it’s only logic that Zack would get some of those kinky genes.” Misty said smugly.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Monica asked.

“I said that you are a total slut.” Misty repeated, emphasizing each word with a step closer to Monica.

“I am not a slut.” Monica said firmly, but Misty grinned at her.

“Oh, yeah? So… you DIDN’T seduce your friends’ husbands? Because I seem to recall that you had a lovely night with Damon Woodsen just a couple years ago.” Misty said.

“You slept with Ashley’s dad?” Zack asked in shock.

“See? Even your own son thinks you’re a slut.” Misty jabbed. Monica looked at Zack, her blue eyes almost pleading, but then Misty leaned in and kissed Monica.

Monica made a noise of complaint, and tried to pull back, but Misty did not let her. The younger, more athletic sister held firmly onto her older sister as they kissed. It wasn’t long before Monica stopped struggling and kissed back.

When Monica drew back, Misty grinned at her.

“Wow. Kissing your little sister and tasting your son’s cum. Pretty slutty.” Misty said. Monica looked stunned.

“Mmhm. That taste your tongue was so into? Zack’s cum.” Misty purred.

Monica looked over at Zack, who was painfully hard right now. Misty pushed Monica back onto the bed, and Monica looked at her sister in confusion.

“C’mere, Zack.” Misty beckoned, standing at the foot of the bed, her hand on one of Monica’s thighs.

With her free hand, she reached around Zack and pulled him in for a sizzling kiss.

Aunt Misty, like she was excellent at blowjobs, was excellent at kissing. When Zack drew back, Misty inclined her head towards Monica, and Zack looked.

Monica’s cheeks were flushed, her nipples were erect, and her breasts were heaving.

“Oh, is your little sister and your son kissing turning you on?” Misty teased. Monica let out a groan as Misty reached up and unhooked her lacy bra, freeing those perky, medium sized tits.

“Suckle on them.” Misty invited. Zack obeyed his aunt, his arms wrapping firmly around her waist as his mouth pleasured her nipple.

This lasted for a minute or so, before Misty nudged her nephew’s head off of her breast.

“Why don’t you give your mother the same courtesy?” Misty asked, and both of them looked down at Monica on the bed.

“What?” Zack asked.

“Oh, trust me. This dirty slut won’t have any problem with it. She’s going to love it.” Misty cooed.

Zack leaned down and grasped the hem of his mother’s loose pajama shirt, and tugged it up off her head.

As she had yet to change out of her pajamas, she was braless. Zack ogled his mother’s amazing, large tits, so full and round.

Monica’s cheeks only turned a darker red the longer Zack ogled.

“Well? Give your mother some love.” Misty invited, and Zack moved rapidly. He slid forwards to sit on his mother’s wide hips, and she leaned up to meet him, so that Zack was sitting in her lap. Zack leaned down and cupped one of Monica’s breasts in his hand, then put his lips to the erect nipple.

Zack suckled on Monica’s nipple eagerly, and his eagerness elicited groans from his sexy mother. Misty pressed her bare boobs up against Zack’s back, and she ran her hands along Zack’s lean torso while he pleasured his mother’s breasts.

“Honey…” Monica moaned.

“See? I told you the dirty slut would love it.” Misty purred.

“I’m… ah… not a slut!” Monica pleaded.

“Mo, your son is sucking on your tits. You’re a dirty slut.” Misty said, and she was struck by a sudden idea.

“Zack… call your mother a dirty slut.” Misty ordered.

Zack looked at his aunt, then at his gorgeous mother, who seemed to be tensing, awaiting his words.

“C’mon, tell her.” Misty egged him on.

“You’re a dirty slut, Mom.” Zack said fiercely, and Monica moaned loudly, writhing on the bed.

Was she getting off on her son calling her a slut?

Misty grinned broadly, and gestured for Zack to do it again.

“You’re such a dirty slut, Mom. I bet you want your son to fuck you.” Zack growled, and Monica turned to putty in his hands she was so aroused.

“Yes! Yes, I want my fucking stud son to fuck my slutty pussy!” Monica screamed.

Zack took his cock in one hand, still out from when his Aunt Misty had been blowing him, and used his other hand to pull aside his mother’s panties.

Misty let out a gasp of excitement as Zack slammed inside of Monica, but she was swiftly drowned out by Monica’s moan. Zack’s mother’s entire body arched, and she started feverishly rubbing the top her pussy, her fingers rubbing up against Zack’s cock, too.

Her moans were loud and wanton, and Zack was amazed at how tight his mother’s pussy was.

“You need to thrust into her.” Misty stage whispered.

Startled into action by his aunt’s words, Zack started thrusting into Monica, and her moans reached new height.

Misty went to Monica’s side, and she grabbed big handfuls of her elder sister’s tits, and then the two younger Campbell sisters started kissing.

Monica paused the kiss often to moan, but Misty was eager for her big sister’s lips.

The scene in Monica’s bedroom was an insane one, with Zack fucking his mother’s pussy while she made out with and was fondled by her little sister.

He wanted to remember it forever.