Family Fun

In the two days between me recording the sex tape and now, I hadn't found an opportunity to share it with Rebecca.

Originally, I had intended to send it to her immediately as an attachment to a text message. Once the hormones died down, however, I had recognized the risk inherent in such a decision and backtracked.

**** was illegal regardless of whether the parties were consenting adults. If I sent it to Rebecca and the tape leaked, then that would be checkmate. The situation would spiral too quickly for my one-change-a-day power to bring it to heel.

The worst-case scenario that I could picture would be me sending Rebecca the video while she was at work. I didn't doubt that Rebecca would watch any video from me immediately- that was the nice thing to do, after all- and if anyone was around her when she hit play, that would be it.

Even if they didn't see the screen, the audio alone was damning.

It was too risky, so I let Thursday conclude without sending her the video. I consoled myself that I could show it to her on Friday, but Friday turned out to be more hectic than I expected.

My morning was wasted on college, and then in the evening, I had to deal with the last immediate fail point for my plans. I had to eliminate dad as a witness.

I needed him alone for the same reason that I had needed mom alone when I gave her the command. I didn't want anyone to realize that I had powers.

It was the 'getting him alone' part that took the most time. I had to seem calm and relaxed, even while my muscles coiled and uncoiled. I was tense in the same way that a lion was before he pounced on his prey.

I got my opportunity when Rebecca headed up to her room to relax and mom retired to the master bedroom.

Mom claimed that she wasn't feeling well when dad asked. I later learned that was a lie. In truth, she was feeling guilty about cheating on dad and couldn't bare to be around him.

In response, I had laughed and told her that she was going to be avoiding dad very often then because we weren't stopping (and then I fucked her).

The decision that mom had made of her own volition went very well with the orders that I gave dad.

He had always been a hard worker, but the reason that he worked hard was that he needed money to look after us. The family had always been dad's number one priority. This meant that he was always around, trying to have family events.

That was something I liked when I was younger, but now, it was a problem.

So I tweaked his priorities. I brought up retirement and how he'd be retired soon as a guise for my command. The discussion shifted to his retirement plan- his 401k- and how he needed to put more money in, and soon I'd made my command.

Dad didn't want to be a burden on me and Rebecca when he was too old to work, so he was going to have to put in some extra hours now. If, as a result, he wasn't home as much and couldn't pay us as much attention as he wanted, then that was too bad, wasn't it?

And that was the story of Friday. I had been so busy that it showing Rebecca the video had slipped my mind, as had the thought of informing her of the impending threesome.

It was a failure of communication that ultimately didn't matter.

"Talk is cheap, mommy dearest. Action, on the other hand, is valuable. There are two things you can do to start making amends. First, a good mom wouldn't favor one child over the other. You're having sex with me today, but I want you to take care of Rebecca too. You can fuck her on Saturday."

The video did a better job of explaining than I ever could.

As it reached a tenth of its entire run-time, I tapped the screen pausing it. The video hadn't yet reached its climax- which would be me climaxing in mom- but it had covered the pertinent points of exposition.

I glanced at Rebecca to gauge her response, but I wasn't really worried. After she kissed mom on Wednesday, I knew that she'd be happy to go along with this.

True to my expectations, she didn't look horrified at what was happening on the screen, but rather disappointed. "Did you have to stop the video? It was just about to get good."

"I'll send the entire thing to you later," I promised. "But we have a schedule to keep."

She connected the dots. "Today's Sunday. I'm going to be fucking mom?" And then a sly grin crossed her face. "Will we be performing for you?"

"In part. I was hoping to get more than a show."

"I expected as much," Rebecca laughed before her hand slipped down to my rock-hard dick. I doubted she was surprised that I already had an erection. "Shall I prepare you for the main course?" She didn't wait for a response to start pumping her hand up and down, tugging at me over my clothes.

My breath quickened, and it was only partly because of her ministrations.

Since I'd asked her to be nice to me, Rebecca had taken to wearing more sexy clothing at home. Because we shared our home with our parents, she couldn't prance around in skimpy lingerie like I- and consequently, she- would have preferred. As a workaround, she had opted to wear tighter pieces of clothing.

Today, for instance, Rebecca had chosen to wear a form-fitting black one-piece that hugged her body closely.

It exposed just enough of her cleavage to get me fantasizing about them. They were one of the largest pairs that I had access to. Larger even than moms.

The thought of our mother sent a jolt through my system, and it helped give me the willpower to stop Rebecca. Her shock was palpable as my hands wrapped around her wrists, halting her movements.

To quell any protests from her, I grunted, "I have a threesome planned with mom. If I blow my load all over you, that would ruin my plans. Is ruining my plans nice?"

Rebecca looked horrified at the thought of not being nice. She started to sputter; a mixture of apologies and denials.

It didn't make my dick less hard. Nor did it take my mind off the impending threesome. The sooner I dealt with this, the sooner I could have fun. Consequently, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers; a kiss she accepted easily.

She was calmer when I pulled back, allowing me to whisper, "Actions speak louder than words, sister. If you want to make it up to me, then you can do it while eating out mom's pussy while I fuck her face."

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"If you want to be a good mom, then you should treat me and Rebecca equally. You were dripping wet when I fucked you. It's only fair that you're dripping when Rebecca takes you.

"You have a dildo? Use that. Get yourself ready while I get Rebecca."

It had felt like hours had passed since John had left me to prepare myself, though I knew it probably hadn't been that long. It hadn't been a short time-frame either, though. Maybe ten or twenty minutes.

I wasn't sure whether I was allowed to cum. John had seemed upset when I had cum without him on Thursday and had said that a good mother wouldn't cum without waiting for him. It seemed unfair to cum without Rebecca, and so I was left to edge myself, getting myself wet without triggering my orgasm.

And as the minutes ticked on, my thoughts started to wander. Part of it was because the more I focused on the pleasure, the more I wanted to cum and the harder it got to hold on. Think about something- anything- else helped stave off the orgasm and helped me conform to John's wants.

The thought that I was finally doing something right made me happy. Unfortunately, my thoughts continued to drift, and started to wonder what was taking them so long. Our house wasn't that big. It shouldn't take John over ten minutes to get Rebecca.

Those thoughts turned into dangerous speculations. Perhaps Rebecca didn't want to fuck me. Maybe our kiss was a one-time thing and John misinterpreted it.

Perhaps I was about to get off scot-free.

The speculations caused hope, and the hope caused self-loathing. I had acknowledged that I had done a bad job as a mother for the past two decades. I had acknowledged that I needed to put my children's wants and needs before my own. And I had said as me.

Yet talk was cheap. When push came to shove, I still hoped to avoid doing my job.

And so I was left at crossroads of desire. Part of me hoped that John and Rebecca never came and I didn't have to let Rebecca fuck me. Part of me hoped that they did because if they were here, I could get lost in the moment and stop thinking. I'd get a few hours of pleasure and then I'd have to deal with the guilt of cheating on Edward.

I wished the world would go away. My grip on my dildo softened and I started to move it slower, barely moving it at all. Just enough to comply with John's orders; nothing more. Eyes drifted shut and head turned to the side. Breathes evened.

I tried to forget what was coming. And I succeeded well enough that John's voice caught me off guard.

"You know dad's business trips? The ones where he has to show clients homes out of state? Well, mom keeps a dildo handy in case she feels randy while he's gone. She won't be using it as much now that she has us, but it was useful in the past.

"At any rate, I asked her to get ready for us, and would you look at that? She's dripping."

He had been replying to something Rebecca said. It must have been in a whisper because I didn't hear the question. John had answered in his normal voice because he presumably didn't see the need for secrecy.

It took me a second to process his words. Once I did, my face heated. With Rebecca watching, I felt an irrational need to defend myself. "You asked me to get ready," I spoke to him, but I was trying to explain things to Rebecca. Trying to explain- plead- that I wasn't an incestuous whore who was getting turned on by the thought of fucking her children.

I don't know why I bothered. Rebecca's eyes were glued to my exposed tits, reminding me that she was as into **** as her brother was. Or perhaps even more into **** than her brother was.

Rebecca kissed me on Wednesday, a day before John did. I might have considered that an anomaly if she didn't repeat it now. While John spoke- "It wasn't a complaint, just an observation,"- Rebecca was moving towards me. And before I could answer John or ask her what she was doing, her lips were on mine.

Once was an anomaly. Twice was a pattern.

Originally, I had thought John the mastermind behind this set-up, but perhaps I was wrong. Rebecca was the older sibling, and while John was eager, he seemed to get shunted to the side when the three of us were together. And who could forget the texts Rebecca had sent John?

As if to cement my suspicions, Rebecca pulled back to tell John, "Mom's amazing. You should join us." And then her lips were back on mine, her tongue in my mouth.

It was only after he had been granted permission by his older sister that John moved closer. I didn't see him move because Rebecca took up most of my vision, but I did hear his footsteps and a bit later, I felt his mouth on my chest.

The moan that I emitted left me shamed, but I couldn't help it. John was good with my chest, having some inkling as to what I liked from our previous time together. However good he was with his tongue, Rebecca was better, however.

When did my baby girl get this much experience? How much of her life did I miss? How much did I neglect my children?

The moan was silent- or rather, it was swallowed by Rebecca's mouth. I could feel her smile against me as she pressed her lips against mine a tad bit harder before pulling away. "None of those silent moans, mom. John likes it when he can hear you."

"I want to hear you, mommy. Don't try to keep your moans down." I remembered John telling me that the last time we had one of our... dalliances. I wondered if he told Rebecca something similar, or if she just had enough experience with him to have figured it out on her own. I wondered what would be worse.

My voice was faint when I replied because Rebecca's kisses hadn't allowed me to breathe. "I wasn't trying to be quiet. Your mouth was covering mine."

"I suppose that's true. Not very nice of me to keep John from hearing your sweet voice, now is it? I suppose I'll have to put my mouth somewhere else."

I thought she meant my breasts and at first, that seemed about right. For a second, both my children were suckling from my teats. John from the right and Rebecca from the left. If they had been younger- and closer together in age- it might have even been a somewhat normal scene.

And then the moment passed and Rebecca made it clear that my tits were only a brief stop on her way down. A kiss to my soft midsection. And then further down still.

I was still wearing my panties, but they were thin and easily moved to the side. Rebecca managed it with one finger, hooked around the edge. She didn't seem repulsed by how damp they were from my perpetration- or at least not enough to let go.

And then her mouth was on my nether, and Rebecca proved that she didn't find my juices repulsive in the least. Judging by the sounds she was making as she lapped at me, she actually enjoyed them.

How was she so good? Edward wasn't this good. I didn't realize that I had spoken aloud until John replied to me: "Maybe, but guys have one more tool to please women with than ladies do, and I'm sure dad was more eager to stick his dick into you than his tongue."

The language was crass, but that didn't surprise me. What surprised me was that I was bothered by it. Given what we were doing, I wouldn't think that 'crass language' would be an issue. The complaint seemed illogical, so I didn't voice it.

Staying quiet allowed John to continued unimpeded. "You remember Sabrina? Gioia's older sister?" The name rang a vague bell. Gioia DiNaturo used to be Rebecca's best-friend before they had an unspecified falling out. She had come by often enough, but I had only met her sister a handful of times.

It brought to mind an image of a track star. Athletic and tall, prone to wearing skin-tight workout clothes. A lazy drawl and a carefree attitude.

"Yeah, well Rebecca dated her a while back. She got plenty of experience eating pussy during that stint."

As if to prove her brother's point, Rebecca dove. Her tongue pierced my core through the center, before she moved her head upwards, touching the roof of my vagina. Rather than complete the circuit, pulling out, entering again from the bottom, and then moving up once more, Rebecca changed direction without pulling out. Consequently, I got to feel her tongue travel the same path twice; once on the upwards stroke and once on the downward.

It was difficult to explain the sensation, but the strokes weren't identical. The top of the tongue was where all the taste buds were. As such, it was coarser than the smooth tissue underneath the pink muscle.

The variance in feeling was unexpected, and my reply to John's words was lost in a moan, and then another as Rebecca piled on, changing tempo at a whim.

And then John's dick was in my mouth. It didn't happen just like that. Intellectually, I knew there would have to be a bit of time in between the events, but it didn't feel like it.

I still hadn't cum. I wanted to, but until one of my children came, I couldn't without going against John's wishes, and so I was left to desperately stave off my imminent orgasm despite Rebecca's expert ministrations.

It had taken all my attention and had distracted me enough that I hadn't realized what John had in mind until his cock was pushing past my lips.

Our gazes met, and then he turned away without command. He didn't need to tell me to start sucking because I already had. I told myself that the reason I was sucking so desperately was because it was what John wanted, but that was a lie. The truth was: I wanted him to cum. The faster he came, the faster I could have my release.

It felt like I was betraying Edward, but a glance at the debauchery surrounding me made me acknowledge that line had been crossed long ago. My son was laying on his side, face buried in his sister's mound. His sister's face was buried in my mound. And my lips were bobbing on his member.

I don't think 'how enthusiastic were you?' would be a question he would ask if this scene ever came to light, nor do I think my lack of enthusiasm would be an excuse. And so I committed.

Never had the salty taste of cum seeping into my mouth ever brought me as much joy as it did when John reached his first climax, because it gave me permission to come to my own climax. My heart pounded, my blood rushed, and my head grew fuzzy.

The abyss beckoned and I willingly jumped in, welcoming the only refuge that would have me. As I lost myself in the moment, the guilt grew distant until all that was left was an ocean of carnal pleasure.

For a few hours at least, that would do.

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Notes: This chapter was a commission by The Great Wiz for March 2021. Thanks to 'Turbo Dreams,' this story might be getting another update this month. The pornstar that we've selected for Rebecca is Melissa Debling. The best picture I've found for her is this one:

Because of the background, the second I saw this picture, I immediately wanted to write a Christmas special featuring this. The problem is that it's March irl, and Christmas is nine months away... so slight problem. Depending on how things go, I might write the chapter and keep it as 'patron's only' on patreon for the next nine months. Alternatively, I could just not write the chapter and move on with the story.

We'll see. It'll come down to the other commissioner of this story, Turbo Dreams, and what he wants. At any rate: peace.

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