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The Chambers
by Deacon Blues (deacon_blues@cox.net)

***

A family awakens to find themselves captive of a 
voyeuristic psycho. (M/MFmf, ped, bi, nc, inc, voy, 
orgy)
 
***

Author's note: This story was written at the request of 
a reader, Ashtaroth. Hope he enjoys and hope all of you 
do, too.

***

Sheila awoke with a start. Something was not correct in 
her little world. Cool air wafted over her nude body. 
'I don't sleep nude.' She thought to herself. A quick 
glance downward told her that she was indeed nude, and 
lying upon a very hard floor, her back was freezing. 
She sat up and gasped. Lying about her were the other 
members of her little family.

Her husband, Joseph, laid right next to her, snoring 
gently. Next to her, on the other side was her elder 
son Randall. And beyond him was their other son, 
Charles. She peered around with unreasonable worry then 
a look of relief crossed her face when she saw her 
baby, Miranda, their only daughter, in the room as 
well. All of them were naked, however, and this 
immediately set off alarms in her head. She quickly 
jumped up and shook Joseph's shoulder. He did not 
awaken, simply snorted then shifted.

With a start, she realized they were not nude, but each 
had a thick, heavy collar of steel about their necks. 
The room was tiny, only about fifteen feet to a side, 
and there was only one large king-sized bed. Each wall 
was made of some sort of black glass, probably two-way, 
she thought sourly.

"Good, you're awake." A tiny voice said in her ear, it 
came from the collar. "Nice family you have there."

She looked around then quietly said. "What do you 
want?" She asked. "We have little money."

"It's not about money, Sheila, and you know it." The 
voice intoned. "It's about truth."

'Great, a loonie.' She thought. "Please, let us go. "We 
won't tell anyone..."

"Stupid bitch." The voice hissed from the collar. "You 
won't tell anyone anyway. Now, we will begin soon with 
the fun, so you should relax while you can, Sheila."

Tears were streaming down her face. "Please stop." She 
said quietly.

"I wish I could." The voice said. "But I HAVE to do 
this, you have to see."

There was a tiny beep from one of the collars. Randall 
sat up yelling. "What the he ..." He yelled, then 
stopped, seeing his state of nudity then immediately 
seeing his mother's own nakedness.

A staircase appeared in the floor, the panels covering 
it sliding aside smoothly on silent rails. "Go down the 
stairs." The collar-voice said to both of them. "Now." 
It added.

Sheila balked and shook her head. "No."

A jolt of pure pain shot through her body, sending her 
sprawling across the floor, it was not enough to force 
her to loose control of her bowels, but she had to 
force herself not to pee. She cried out in agony and 
her son ran to her.

"Leave her!" Said the voice in his collar. "Or you'll 
be right beside her." Randall ignored it and bent to 
comfort his mother, he was a healthy lad, and was much 
taller than his mother already, even at age sixteen.

A massive shock caused him to twitch and fall, flopping 
like a fish, upon the floor. "I warned you, next jolt 
goes to your little momma." The voice said. Randall 
gritted his teeth at the pain and found he could not 
move voluntarily. The pain ceased as suddenly as it had 
come and they both could sit up. "Now go downstairs." 
The voice said again.

They both rose slowly to their feet and did as he said 
walking down the stairs slowly. Randall took his 
mother's hand and tried to sooth her mind. "It's okay 
mom." He said. "We'll be fine."

"I wish that were true, Randall." Sheila looked up at 
her son. She was proud of all her children, but Randall 
held pride of place, being the more handsome of her 
sons. He was tall, broad shouldered, and well-muscled. 
She shocked herself by looking down at his manhood and 
even judged it to be well above average, far larger 
than her husband's she estimated. 

Wondering if he had seen her looking at his organ, she 
flicked her eyes upward and caught him looking at her 
round breasts. He turned away quickly as they reached 
the final step and walked into a dark room. The inky 
blackness concealed what was before them.

"It's good that you like one another." The voice said 
to both of them. "But you don't have to wonder for 
long." A light came on, illuminating a bed in the 
center of the room. Behind them the doors over the 
stairs slid shut almost silently.

Sheila got it first, gasping. "No." She said.

"You will learn to stop saying that word." The voice 
said. "Next time I hear it, I shock your lovely son, 
and not as softly as I did last time."

Reflexively she said. "No!" Then covered her mouth with 
both hands. "Wait!" 

It was too late, the boy laid out on the floor, 
twitching to beat the band, and even frothing at the 
mouth some. As she screamed, he lost bladder control 
and urine jetted from his prick and splattered all over 
his body and even on her some as his nozzle twitched 
and flopped about. After a moment it stopped, and her 
son laid there panting. "Oh God! That hurt." He moaned.

"Go wash him off." The voice commanded. Sheila heard 
water spraying in the corner behind her. Another light 
had come on and was illuminating an area with a shower 
head. She took Randall's hand and helped him to stand. 
Both went over to it and he rinsed under the flowing 
warm water. "There, that's better." The voice said. 
"Help him get all clean."

Sheila reached out with one hand and rubbed her fingers 
over the boy's chest. The taut muscles of her son's 
broad chest made her somewhat excited. She remembered 
when his father had been so buff and had been able to 
turn her on just by taking off his shirt. The voice in 
the collar said. "You like that, don't you Sheila?"

She nodded slightly, fearful that her son had heard the 
question, but he must not have, he just looked at her 
oddly. "Mom. What is he going to make us do?" Randall 
had pieced things together, too, now."

She looked at her handsome son. "I think he's going to 
make us have sex." She said, swallowing, and flicking 
her eyes over her son's body again.

"Compliment him." The voice urged her.

She blinked a couple of times, then said. "You're so 
handsome, Randall. I love your eyes, they're so like 
mine, it's like little mirrors to me."

Randall must have gotten the same command, she thought. 
"Mom, you have really nice boobs." He said, stammering. 
"And a great butt." He finally added. Hearing those 
words from her eldest son was wrong, she knew, but they 
also excited her some, sending warmth to her groin.

"Look at his cock." The voice urged her. "He really 
does like you." The voice sounded self-satisfied, but 
she looked, and he was swelling with an erection. It 
was as she had thought, he was big. Far bigger than 
Joseph. He was only half hard now, his penis arching 
gracefully from his body and still pointing downward, 
but already it was longer and much thicker than her 
husband's. "Compliment it."

Sheila forced her eyes up off of the swelling organ, 
though she really wanted to keep watching it grow, to 
see how big it would get. Gazing up into her son's 
eyes, she realized she was panting slightly. "Y...You 
have a huge cock, it's beautiful." She said finally.

As she finished speaking the words, her eyes 
automatically drifted back down to the swollen cock as 
it had finally begun to point up slightly, curving. It 
was thicker than her wrist now, and over half the 
length of her forearm. She gasped at seeing it fully 
erect for the first time ever, and seeing it at all 
since he was seven or eight.

The water turned off and the light clicked off as well. 
"Go to the bed. Both of you." The voice commanded. 

Sheila peeled her eyes away from her son's massive rod 
again, and turned and walked to the bed. She was not 
worried nearly as much as she was turned on now, she 
was about to be fucked by that massive pole. As she 
walked she felt her thighs grow moist with juices 
flowing from her puffy cunt lips. She heard her son 
behind her, walking. 'Is he checking out my ass?' She 
wondered.

"Stop at the edge of the bed." The voice said. "Bend 
over and move your legs apart."

She did as she was told and her son stopped just behind 
her. She glanced down over her shoulder and saw her son 
standing there looking intently at her ass and her twat 
beneath it. "He's going to fuck you in a bit, but I 
thought since you were the mother, you should be served 
first."

She gasped as her son knelt down behind her and moved 
his face forward, a look of worry and expectation on 
his young face. Then she felt his mouth on her cunt. 
She looked forward again and panted as she felt his 
young, energetic tongue slip from his lips and lap at 
her labia and clit. After a moment, she shifted her 
legs to spread them farther, and allow her boy better 
access to her cunt. He took advantage of the 
opportunity afforded him and buried his tongue deep 
into her slit. She moaned out loud at the added 
stimulation and caught herself pushing back toward him 
with her whole body. "You're a fine slut, Sheila." The 
voice siad. "Do you like your son's tongue in your 
box?"

"Yes." She whispered between her panting breaths. "I 
do."

The voice chuckled evilly in her ears. "Tell him that, 
he's unsure of himself." The voice said. "Let him know 
he's doing well."

"Randall, you're doing that very well." She murmured, 
her voice slurring a little. "You're very good at 
licking me, it feels wonderful." At her compliment, he 
seemed to double his efforts, taking hold of her hips 
and forcing his face into her crotch, lapping deeply 
and repeatedly at her soft cunt opening. She grunted as 
he did this and felt an orgasm approaching.

"You have one minute to orgasm, or he gets the juice." 
The voice said.

Focusing her mind on enjoying the sensations and on the 
utter naughtiness of the whole situation, she found it 
quite easy to reach her climax, pushing her hips back 
against his face she screamed out a powerful release, 
yelling his name and God's in one breath as she 
released. He kept lapping for a long moment after her 
knees would have buckled from the orgasmic release she 
had just achieved, but he held her up, easily, and kept 
lapping and licking her cunt and clit.

"Now sit down and turn toward him, you're going to suck 
him off before he fucks you." The voice said. "He's 
young, he'll get it right back up, don't worry." Sheila 
sat and urged her son to stand before her by grabbing 
his hips and moving him into place just before her 
face. Again she was stunned by his huge size. He would 
barely fit in her petite mouth, but she would take him 
in as best she could. When her hand grabbed the base of 
his organ, he gasped and she saw a glistening mass of 
pre-come slide out of the tiny slit at the end of the 
massive pole. 

Sheila leaned forward and opened her mouth, her son was 
watching her intently as she wrapped her full soft lips 
about his cock and drew him into her for a few inches. 
She had only about a third of it in her mouth when it 
ran up against the back of her palate. She tasted his 
pre-come and loved the full feeling his organ gave her 
mouth. 

She longed for another place on her to be filled as 
well. But he had told her to suck him off, not just 
suck him. She began to slide her lips up and down the 
long, thick shaft, feeling the bulbous head moving in 
her mouth. Her hand began to assist the motion, 
stroking the long portion of shaft she could not orally 
accommodate.

"You want him to fuck you, don't you?" The voice said. 
"You CAN say no this time, if you really want to." He 
told her. She took her son deep into her mouth and 
shook her head. Randall gasped as she did this and 
grabbed the back of her head. "No, you don't want to 
say no? Or, no you don't want him to fuck you with that 
huge cock?"

She pulled back and looked up at her son, slipping the 
thick pole from her lips. "I want you to fuck me." She 
said, answering the voice in a manner he had not 
expected.

"Wow, lady, you're something. I've never seen a woman 
slut out so quickly." He said, with a trace of respect 
in his voice. "Lay back and let the boy fuck you. As a 
reward for being a good little slut."

She slid back on the bed and laid back. Her son was 
receiving instructions, as well, she could tell. His 
eyes would defocus for a brief moment as the voice 
spoke to him. He crawled up over her and looked down 
into her own blue eyes. "Mom, he told me to fuck you." 
Randall said.

"I know, Randall, it's okay." She said, stroking his 
golden hair with her slim fingers.

"Tell him you'll satisfy him with oral later if he 
likes." The voice urged her.

She brushed a lock of his hair from his eyes. "I'll 
suck you off another time, promise." She murmured. The 
boy smiled wide at that and finished moving into 
position over her body. She could feel his big organ 
against one thigh. "You need me to aim, Randall?" She 
asked.

Randall nodded, his face marked by a little 
embarrassment. "You probably should, I don't know how."

She smiled. "It's okay, you will in a moment." She 
said, and reached down between them. Taking hold of his 
stem at the root, she pointed the large round head at 
her opening. "Now push down."

He pushed, and, to her amazement, it slipped right in. 
She was so wet, she probably could have slipped a 
Hummer in there right now. It still hurt some, though, 
she had never even personally seen a cock as big as 
his, much less had it in her. As inch after inch 
disappeared into her welcoming cunt, she groaned in a 
mixture of pleasure and pain. She had never felt 
anything like this massive pole spreading and sliding 
deep into her. "Oh, Randall." She said, unbidden. 
"You're so big."

Randall smiled. "I know he's making you say that, but 
thanks, mom." Randall answered. He got that distant 
look for a second, then looked at her with wide eyes. 
"You really like it?" He asked, stopping him inward 
motion.

Sheila's face turned deep red. "Yes." She said quietly, 
her eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, but I do."

Her son smiled down again. "It's okay, mom, I like it 
too." He said. "You're really warm and soft inside." He 
said as he bottomed out, his balls coming to rest 
against the soft cheeks of her ass. He received another 
command, apparently and began humping into her, pulling 
half his long organ from her then thrusting it back 
into her tight hole. It made squishing sounds as it 
pulled forth, creating suction behind it, so massive 
was the displacement of his thick pole.

Sheila grunted with each thrust, though, and began to 
push upward to let him go deeper into her. The muscles 
of her belly burned with the unfamiliar effort, but she 
was in pretty good shape, and would keep it up as long 
as she could. "Oh, God, please forgive me." She 
whispered, then grabbed her son's shoulders with both 
hands and wrapped her slender legs around him locking 
her ankles together. Once she was positioned, she began 
to fuck him back, pulling herself up to meet his every 
powerful penetration. "I love you, Randall." She 
grunted into his ear as she felt another climax coming 
over her.

Her handsome son smiled at her. "I love you, too, mom." 
He said quietly, still pounding into her forcefully, 
and not even breaking a sweat. His broad smile and 
loving expression was burned into her mind as she 
climaxed a second time, squeezing her eyes shut and 
shouting out.

"Yes, Randall, fuck me good!" She screamed as the 
orgasm raged through her body. She almost wet herself 
after all, but managed to regain control just in time. 
Still he pumped into her, like a machine. She grunted 
over and over as he increased the violence of each 
impact. 

"You can come, Randall, it's okay." She said. 

No sooner than the words flowed from her mouth than he 
squeezed his eyes shut and grunted loudly. She felt 
jets of hot semen filling her womb and vagina as her 
son poured them into her. "That's it, son, feed it to 
me." She whispered as the twitching of his cock 
subsided and he slowed down, then stopped fucking her. 
There was a audible slurping sound as he drew his cock 
from her distended hole. She felt between her thighs 
with her fingers. "God, you wore me out, Randall."

The boy smiled. "Is that good?" He asked.

She reached up again and grabbed his shoulders, lifting 
her body up to kiss him soundly on the lips, he tried 
for a moment to draw back then remembered that he HAD 
just fucked her. They kissed a long moment, her tongue 
sliding into his mouth, then coaxing his tongue out and 
into hers. After almost a minute, she fell back onto 
the bed. "Yes," she replied, finally, "it is good."

The voice finally spoke up again. "Very well done, you 
two." It said. "It's good to see people enjoy 
themselves and each other. It almost restores my faith 
in God, almost."

Sheila sat up and looked around. "I hope you did enjoy 
it." She murmured. "You're pretty sick to make us do 
what you did."

"Like you didn't enjoy it, you slut." He said from the 
tiny speaker. "And I use that word as a great 
compliment. I saw you pulling him into you like a bitch 
in heat."

She blushed at those words. He was right, she had just 
enjoyed it, and had definitely taken an active and 
unbidden role in making the sex better with her son. 
She looked back at her handsome little boy, who had 
just used her cunt like no man ever had. She could 
still feel his come sliding out of her cunt in a slow 
dribble. There was a faint hum from the ceiling and a 
plasma screen television lowered from the top corner, 
just under the doorway from the stairs. "Enjoy the 
show." The voice said and she heard a tiny click from 
her collar.

The plasma screen flashed into life, showing a room 
almost identical to the room she was in now. Her 
husband was walking into it. Joseph had Miranda in his 
arms, carrying her. She was awake, however, and when he 
laid her upon the bed Sheila began to weep. She knew 
the man was about to make her dear and loving husband 
take their sweet daughter's virginity.

Randall sat up on the bed. "What are they doing?" He 
asked. "Oh, damn." He whispered after that, realizing 
what he was seeing. The tone of his voice was not 
terrified or offended, though. Sheila looked at him and 
realized he was fascinated.

"Don't you get it, the man's making your dad molest 
little Miranda." She said, her eyes welling with tears. 
"You're nearly a grown man. So it's not like you're not 
physically ready for what just happened." She sobbed. 
"It's going to hurt her a lot." She murmured at last.

"Um. Mom." Randall said, running his fingers through 
his unruly hairs. "That's not really true." His face 
turned nearly purple from embarrassment.

"What the hell do you mean?" Sheila asked him.

Randall cleared his throat. "Well, Miranda isn't a 
virgin, not for two years now." He finally said.

"What!" The mother screeched. "You fucked your sister?" 
She said accusingly, pointing to the monitor.

Randall curled into a small ball upon the bed, weeping. 
"Yes." He said. "We didn't mean it to happen, mom." He 
said as she stormed toward him, with murderous eyes. 
"It just happened." He said. "You and dad wouldn't let 
me out of the damn house to meet other girls, so I 
became interested in what was available."

Sheila stopped. "You're saying if we had let you go out 
and fuck neighborhood girls once in a while..."

Randall sat up again. "Yes." He interrupted her. "If I 
could have found someone to do, other than Miranda, I 
would have." His voice was accusatory now. "Hell, I 
couldn't even go to school dances and just rub against 
some girl for a few minutes. Miranda was available, and 
more importantly, willing."

Staring at him with wide eyes, Sheila gaped at her son. 
"I never realized how upset that made you." She 
murmured finally. "I suppose we were kind of asking you 
to not be a teenage boy."

On the monitor Miranda was sitting on the edge of the 
bed, it was obvious they were being given similar 
instructions to what she had received. As she watched 
in rather shocked horror, Miranda took her father's 
cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and 
forth enthusiastically. "Your daughter is a very 
willing little minx, Sheila." The voice said from her 
collar. "I only had to ask her to make her daddy happy, 
and she did the rest."

Miranda stopped slurping on her dad's organ and pulled 
it out of her small mouth. "Daddy, he wants you to fuck 
me." She said. Jacob nodded and watched passively as 
Miranda laid upon her back and spread her legs wide 
apart. "Don't worry, you won't hurt me." She said, 
smiling slightly. "But please don't be mad that I'm not 
a virgin."

Jacob nodded. "I know, darling." He murmured as he got 
into position over her. His erection standing hard 
between them. "I guessed about Randall and you a long 
time ago." He pushed his cock into her opening and she 
moaned, pushing upward to meet him right off. Her 
daughter was a little minx, wasn't she. Within seconds, 
the little girl had her legs around her dad's waist and 
was giving as good as she got.

Sheila's tears stifled as she realized she was growing 
wet from the show before her eyes. Miranda moaned out 
Jacob's name numerous times during their sex, and when 
the little girl had a climax it was loud enough to 
cause the plasma screen's speakers to rattle. As the 
couple cooled down afterward she confided that Jacob 
did not hurt her like Randall did, and she liked that.

"You're all doing very well." Said the voice in 
Sheila's collar. "Only one son to go."

Randall got that distant look on his face and stood up 
from the bed. "I have to go upstairs." He said and left 
the room. Sheila waited expectantly, then her younger 
son walked down, with Miranda's hand in his. "Mom." He 
said. "What's going on?"

Sheila comforted him with a gentle touch on his 
shoulder. "A man is making us have sex with each 
other." She explained. "But, Miranda, why are you 
here?"

Miranda looked at her mother a moment. "The man said 
since Charles had to wait the longest, he should get 
both women." She said.

Charles said. "He's telling me to sit on the bed."

"Do it, Charly." Sheila said. "He will hurt you if you 
don't, or Miranda or me."

Sitting on the bed, her younger son, not nearly ad 
physically endowed as his older brother, looked 
somewhat pitiable. However he was decently build in the 
manhood department, Shiela noticed, as his cock was 
swelling. Miranda knelt before him and began to kiss 
and stroke his thigh. "He told me to give you head, 
Charles." She whispered.

"You join her." The voice commanded Sheila from her 
collar. "Both of you suck the boy's cock."

Miranda knelt beside her little girl and watched as 
Miranda began to suck his pole into her little mouth. 
After a few strokes, she held the base and pointed it 
toward her mother. Sheila moved down and began to suck 
it, as well. They alternated about every ten strokes, 
with Miranda always holding the base.

"You lick up and down one side, while the girl does the 
other, and kiss over the top of the head." The voice 
said. Sheila complied, running her lips and tongue up 
the right side of the lad's shaft and watching 
Miranda's pretty green eyes moving up the other side. 
Several times their tongues ran into one another, but 
they were going to kiss anyway, so what of that? Sheila 
thought.

As their mouths moved to the tip of the cock, Miranda's 
hand moved to the back of Sheila's head and her small, 
slender fingers knotted into her thick brown hair. 
Sheila moved her own slender fingers into Miranda's 
dirty blonde hair and they kissed each other deeply. 
Their tongues jockeying for position and their lips 
smashed painfully together. After several moments, 
Charles, feeling forgotten touched Sheila's cheek.

The boy moaned as his mother wrapped her hand around 
his sister's and they began to stroke him in unison. As 
his climax built in his loins he noticed that they had 
stopped kissing and were again sucking on the head and 
shaft of his cock, Miranda's mouth over the end and 
mom's running up and down the shaft, occasionally 
pausing to suck his mostly hairless balls into her 
mouth. Sheila watched in fascination as the boy grunted 
and came into Miranda's mouth. Her daughter did not 
flinch even a little at this task, and Sheila wondered 
how much experience the young girl had with giving 
head. When he finished groaning, she lifted her mouth 
off of the boy's still-hard cock.

"Kiss her." The voice in her collar said.

The girl had her lips pressed together as she moved to 
kiss Sheila. As their lips joined she felt Miranda's 
tongue open her lips and opened her own mouth to 
receive it. What she got, instead was a mouth full of 
her son's sperm. The two continued to kiss as they 
swapped the semen back and forth for a while, 
swallowing it slowly over time until they both had 
empty mouths.

Miranda giggled. "I've never done that before." She 
said, smiling at her mother. "It was kinda fun."

Sheila stopped herself before she could say something 
hurtful to her little girl. What would it serve to try 
to get Miranda to feel bad about what was happening? 
None, she decided, actually, it was probably good that 
the girl was enjoying this activity, it would keep her 
from being scarred by it, assuming any of them lived 
out the day, which Sheila somewhat feared was not the 
case.

As they stopped kissing, the monitor came on again and 
showed Jacob on the bed on all fours, with Randall 
poised behind him, with that massive cock at the 
entrance of his dad's anus.

All three in the room watched in fascination as Jacob's 
face contorted into a look of pain as the boy slid his 
huge rod into his father's ass, inch after inch 
spreading his dad's sphincter and filling his bowels 
with cock. Sheila did not even realize until well after 
she had started, that she was stroking Charles' cock 
again. "Very good, mom." The voice said. "Spread your 
legs, and let your little girl eat you."

She did as she was told, transfixed by the images on 
the monitor. He husband was being mounted and used by 
their elder son, and after a few minutes of the use, he 
seemed to be rather enjoying it, moaning and reaching 
down to stroke is own, smaller rod.

He kept looking up and to the right. Then Sheila 
realized the two were watching a monitor like she was, 
and watching as Miranda kissed her way up her mother's 
thigh, then buried her slim face into her mother's 
cunt, lapping and eagerly sucking on the labia and 
clitoris. Sheila leaned back and moaned loudly as 
Miranda's tongue wormed its way into her and she 
slurped at her juices. Charles moved up behind his 
sister and pushed his swollen member into her well-
lubricated cunt, causing her to moan into her mother's 
pussy as she did so.

On the monitor, Randall grabbed his father's hips and 
began to fuck him harder and more enthusiastically as 
he received instructions. Jacob, for his part, received 
like a champion, and began to thrust back and truly 
seemed to not mind being hammered by the massive cock 
his son was feeding into his backside. He was, overall, 
larger than his son, but the boy's prick looked like a 
telephone pole ramming into his dad's butt, spreading 
his cheeks wide and forcing his anus into a fat 'O' 
around it's large girth.

Sheila cried out as she came again, screaming out 
Miranda's name and causing Jacob and Randall to both 
regard the monitor with curiosity for a moment, before 
Randall grunted and obviously began to fill his dad's 
rectum with semen. As he finished this task, he got 
that look again that indicated he was being told to do 
something. He pulled his pole out of his dad's ass and 
lowered his mouth to the gaping ring. He placed his 
lips around the hole and sucked. His cheeks caved in as 
he drew hard with his lungs.

Finally, he stopped, and then grabbed his dad's head as 
he sat up to look at his son. Prying his dad's mouth 
open, he dribbled the come he had just sucked out of 
the older man's ass. Jacob received the semen and 
swallowed it handily. Then the two men kissed deeply as 
the boy stroked his father's cock.

Soon, he was on all fours, and Jacob was getting into 
position behind him. Miranda distracted Sheila as she 
squealed out her own little orgasm, again screaming 
very loudly, but mercifully, her voice was muffled by 
having her mouth buried in her mother's cunt.

"Time to eat your little girl out while Charles fucks 
you." The voice in her collar said. Miranda was already 
standing up and moving to lay on the bed with her head 
up against the headboard. Sheila moved between her 
daughter's smooth thighs, and looked at her sparsely-
haired cunt. She then buried her mouth into it, her 
tongue darting into the little girl's tight opening and 
tasting her juices. 

Miranda moaned as she watched her mother's blue eyes 
over her own pubic mound, with her slim nose poised on 
top of the fine hairs of her pussy. The daughter 
reached down and grabbed the back of her mom's head and 
twined her fingers again through the long hair there. 
Both her hands now forced her mother's mouth into 
tighter contact with her sweet slit.

Sheila felt her son's hands on her curved hips, then 
felt him push his cock into her wet and well-used cunt. 
He began fucking her hard and fast, ramming his pole to 
the hilt into her then pulling back until only the head 
stayed in her. The mother grunted with each thrust of 
her son's hips and groaned as her daughter ground her 
cunt into her lapping mouth. 

She was nearly mad with bliss when she climaxed again, 
this time even more forcefully than the others. She 
grunted and moaned and her legs almost shot out from 
under her and she bit her little girl's labia as she 
tried to stifle the orgasm. Her head spun wildly as she 
came down off the incredible rush of the release and 
then she felt her son firing his semen into her cunt, 
filling her yet again, as her other son had done 
earlier. 

Remembering she had a chore, she redoubled her efforts 
on her daughter's opening, lapping fiercely at her 
little girl's clit. The girl wriggled and ground her 
cunt into her mom's face, pulling hard on her hair. She 
screamed one more time, arching her back and pulling 
Sheila's hair so hard that the mother winced at the 
pain. 

The young girl relaxed as the mother slowed with her 
tongue, and Sheila felt Charles withdraw his spent rod 
from her abused slit. She finally let her legs collapse 
and fell to the bed, panting, and Charles fell beside 
her, his arm over her back. They kissed a long moment 
side by side, only half-turning to see one another.

A loud noise from the monitor brought Sheila's 
attention back to it. Jacob was yelling as he spent his 
come into his son's backside. Now he was leaning down 
to do the same thing Randall had done. Sucking his come 
from his son's ass, he transferred it to the boy's 
waiting mouth. Then they again kissed.

"You've all done well, tonight." The voice said, and 
then added. "Now go upstairs and receive your reward."

All five family members climbed the stairs and saw, 
sitting in the middle of the floor, a picnic basket. 
Inside was a six-pack of beers, and a large variety of 
foodstuffs. It was not until this moment that they all 
realized they had not eaten in hours. 

They devoured the food and swilled down the beer in 
record time, actually chattering and laughing as they 
ate. Like they were really on a picnic. A door hummed 
against the wall, and they saw a little bathroom 
beyond, though it offered no privacy, being just a 
sink, toilet and shower head emerging from the wall of 
a smooth-sided stall, like an RV's bathroom.

"Enjoy your evening folks. I will speak to you again in 
the morning." The voice said into their collars, then 
there was a click as the collars switched off.

They found the two bedrooms were still open to them and 
they could go down to the large beds to sleep that 
night. The kids all got put into one bed for this first 
night, just so that Sheila and Jacob could be alone.

"What will we do?" Sheila asked him quietly as they 
laid together on the bare bed.

"I have no idea." Jacob replied, stroking her arm. "I'm 
not even sure what we're up against."

Sheila smiled at him in the dim lights of the room on 
night-setting. "I have to admit, I came more times 
today than I can ever remember."

Jacob chuckled. "Me too." He said. "I also have to 
admit, I really liked watching you with the kids."

Sheila gasped. "I can't believe that." She said. "Well, 
I would never have thought you the type to take a 
fucking like you did from Randall."

"That boy's hung like a mule." Jacob said, with a sound 
of pride in his voice. "He seemed to work you over 
pretty good with it."

Sheila giggled. "Was it that obvious?" She asked.

"Only a lot." Her husband replied. "Well, the screaming 
gave you away, and the moaning."

She kissed his neck and reached down toward his organ, 
it was already stiff. "You want me to call Miranda? Or 
maybe Randall?" She asked him with a sly grin.

Miranda came down the stairs. "I couldn't sleep, mom." 
She said muzzily. "Charly and Randall both wanted to do 
me, and I didn't want to."

"What are they doing then?" Sheila asked.

The daughter giggled. "Each other." She replied. 
"Charly is doing Randall right now, and they say 
they're gonna switch when he comes."

"Come on, angel, you can sleep with us, then." Sheila 
said, scooting aside and making room between herself 
and Jacob. "We won't make you do anything." She told 
her daughter.

Miranda crawled up between them, smiling. "Well, I 
could be talked into a little stuff, but not two guys 
at once."

Sheila's hand slipped up her daughter's thigh. "Maybe 
your daddy would like to watch you and me play a 
while?"

Jacob smiled broadly. "Of course I would." He said.

Miranda smiled at her father and mother. "Okay." She 
answered.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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