I thought about trying to slide over to my clothes and getting dressed, but I decided against it, I was still tired so I laid back down. I figured when one of them came back they’d help me out. So I went ahead and closed anal my eyes and drifted back off. “Brantley?” a voice woke me back up, it was Carol. “Huh? What? How long have I been asleep?” I was still groggy, slowly opening my eyes. “Not long. We’ve been talking for a little while, and we were wondering if Cindy could use your penis too?” My eyes shot open. All three of them were standing over me, I sat up. “But we need to be gentle, it’s her first time.” “Um, ya, sure…” was all I needed to say, and clothes started dropping. From what aunt Carol told me later, was that Cindy obviously already knew about sex, she was just shy, didn’t have a boyfriend and never had the chance to try it. So when they explained why they were having sex with me, and the benefits of her using my dick as the plaything for her sexual experimentation, she was surprisingly receptive to sleeping the idea. Something about THEM fucking ME made it seem not as wrong, and the fact that I wouldn’t cum somehow meant that it wasn’t really incest… hey whatever floats their boats. I didn’t care how they justified it, or that I didn’t cum.. I was still sliding in both my sisters and my aunt, a whole hell of a lot, and when my mom got home I’d be back inside her too. The next two weeks, shaved while mom was gone, was pretty much just an orgy. School was now out for the summer, so us three kids were home all day. We decided not to tell her about our new family dynamic. Aunt Carol figured she could explain things better in person. You might think ‘hey, she’s fucking her own son, why would she get upset that her daughters are too??’ Well let’s face it parents just get more protective of their daughters. So when mom finally did come back, we made sure that we were all dressed and looked innocent while Carol took her into the bedroom and told her what’s been going on. The three of us tried to listen, mom’s voice was loud at oral first, then she calmed down. Carol essentially told her that my sisters wanted to have sex, and wasn’t their brother a safer option than some horny teenage boy who would blow his load after two pumps and risk knocking them up? Plus, if the sex was staying in teen the household, then no one was getting any STDs either. Mom still didn’t like the idea, but Carol asked “would you let these girls use a dildo if they wanted to, rather than have sex with guys from school?” Mom of course said “yes”, and Carol pointed out that I was just a much better dildo. I don't know when I fell asleep, but David woke sleeping me up around 6:30am. When she shoved herself down too far and pushed his cock into her throat, she began to puke. My stiff cock was now laying on her soft pubic hair. …………………………………………………………………………………………….. My little sister. shaved She said giddily. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK…. “So there was a killer,” the mayor gasped. She shuddered and darted her head down teen again. And the interested look from Ludmila Sykora glancing at my cock. I was kissing my mother. Its fairly harmless- Harry will be alright, Hermione- but...” She shook her head, then she saw the swarm of insects descending from the sky, hurtling down at Sven as he darted around my father's iron proxy. Generously donated to oral the Rape Run by Jackran-ad-aktar. Her broad smile revealed a flash of white, a white so pure it seemed unnatural in this world of bright greens and drab olives. I felt something long and stiff, but flexible and somewhat cold, work it's way in. It had to be a dildo. "Fuck your mother, Walter!" "Oh fuck yes baby, finger me to." "Why should I" she spoke softly. I did, with all of the guts watching me, then I dove in. It wasn’t as cold as I expected. Xavier tapped on his arms, sending mechanisms in the wall churning until a hook emerged from the wall above Synthia’s head. It sounded so dirty, and yet erotic when she said it. his cock throbbed in my pussy, getting ready anal to pump Make such a huge creampie in her.” Somewhere in a foreign land, Her mother and father were both physicians, and served as role models for her. I was excited to have been summoned to her room yet at the same time I was apprehensive. The woman knelt in front of Helen and gripped the lapels of her blouse. He rummaged through our kitchen drawer. She reached down and plugged it into the power strip next to mine.