~Subject: Dark Dreamer: Mom & Sis in Chains-[2]
~Keywords: [Mf/Mff/cons/INCEST/bondage
~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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            Copyright 1992   All rights reserved
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                  Jeff's Family Harem
This is the story about how Jeff'S beautiful mother and bratty
sister become his willing sex toys, and how he comes to completely
control them.

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                           Part Two

    Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and
searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and
pussy were displayed for his inspection. Then she straightened a
pair of panties, or rather, the female version of jockey shorts in
her hand.

   They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was
one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he
thought, as she drew them up her legs and slid them tight around
her crotch and ass.

   She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug.
His breathing quickened: She was going to exercise!

   He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto
her stomach to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the
TV, turning on the VCR to some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh
heaven as she began bouncing and moving to the music.

   Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He
cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room
wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the
room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from
this angle.

   He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this
problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that
separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it.

   His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a
small one through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody
ever looked up at the roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe
in a corner. He'd have to look into that.

    He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of
guys passing by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had
certain privileges, one of which was to park his car in a reserved
space every day.

   He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to
the locker room.

   "Hey man." Mark grinned.

   "Hi."

   "How ya doin'?" John called.

   "Okay."

   "How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he asked
Mark. Mark grinned, and leered at him.

   "Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that."

   "Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."

   "That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded.

   "You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy
every night?"

   "I got bored with her."

   "Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.

   "You fuck her." Jeff offered.

   "Anytime man."

   "Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff
on the floor and opening his locker.

   "No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.

   "That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."

   "Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen."
Mark complained.

   "She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied.

   "No way."

   "Uh huh."

   "Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.

   "She's okay."

   "Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to
them. Mark, and Phil looked up at him.

   "Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The others
diplomatically didn't comment on that. Jeff looked up in
irritation. Hunter was always trying to get a rise out of him.

   "Fuck you man."

   "No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."

   All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the
unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always put down his
sister, especially a little sister, but nobody else could. On the
other hand, there were certain things that couldn't be said in
praise of a sister, by anyone.

   Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He
hadn't used the kind of descriptions that could be taken as
hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you considered them pains in the
ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from crude language, or
else the brother risked being branded a wimp.

   "She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter
continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions that didn't
demand physical retaliation.

   "She's smart too."

   "She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.

   "And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter
leered. Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter.

   "Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed
himself between them.

   "You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.

   "Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.

   "Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you eat your
own jockstrap." John barked. Jeff was trying to get around Mark,
who kept shoving him back like the blocker he was.

   "Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, Coach will
have to suspend you for a game." Phil hissed. Hunter sauntered
away, rounding the corner of the lockers.

   "What's with that little asshole?" He flared.

   "I don't know. He's Pissed off at something."

   "He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next time he
opens his lip to me."

    Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked them
off. She stood before the mirror naked, evaluating her figure. Not
bad, she thought. It hardly looked like the body of a woman with
two teenage kids.

   She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts stuck
out straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She stood
straight, pushing her chest out and running her hand down her chest
and over her flat belly.

   No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed
lower, sliding down across her abdomen, and into the thin line of
pubic hair at her crotch. God, it had been so long since she'd had
a man, she sighed.

   It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had come to
fear her own weakness around men though, to fear the way she let
them dominate her life completely. She hadn't accepted many dates
in the last few years, afraid of being used, and thrown aside
again, as she'd been several times since Max's death.

   Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and under her
pubic mound. She cupped the soft, pliable material, pressing her
fingers upward, and experiencing the sudden warm burst of sexual
heat that swept through her as she did.

   That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, she was
easily used. She gave in to whatever men wanted, just to experience
that hot, glowing burst of sensations from between her legs. Some
of the things she'd allowed them to do could still make her blush
when she thought about them.

   She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that had
gotten heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying much
of that, but unwilling to fight against it.

   You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to the bed
and sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs apart.

   Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding
up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her
body responding, feel the fluttering in her belly as her passions
ignited.

   She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She
pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it
with her saliva. She eased it back against her clit, sliding it
back and forth across the little hard bud.

   She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly turned
into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in
response.

   Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward to
her breasts, sliding around and around her right nipple before
seizing it between wet fingers and rubbing it back and forth.

   Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak
out of her slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass
ground into the bed, and her legs splayed far apart as she
straightened two fingers and slid them deep into her hole.

   She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside
her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in
and out of her slit, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the
clitty as she did.

   She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy,
and digging her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her
breast meat as she could in her other hand and squeezed, feeling
hot, electric tension multiply inside her as she did so, feeling
her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around her small
fingers.

   She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in and out
quickly now as her passion mounted. Her thumb dug deeply into her
flesh as it rasped across her clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her
breast meat, mashing the spongy material, driving her whole body
into a frenzy of lust.

   Then her back arched once more, her chest going higher, her legs
spreading wider. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth
opened in a soundless cry of exultation. She came furiously, her
vision spinning, blurring, her body jerking, and shuddering beneath
the onslaught of orgiastic sensations.

   Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, three
fingers still buried in her twat. Her mind slowly calmed down, as
her body cooled. Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Her
fingers pulled loose of her slit, her hand and arms dropping flat
on the bed, straight out to either side of her weary body.

    Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out the little
hole at the tip of his cock. His body was still shivering with
excitement as he watched his Mom's now unmoving form on the bed.

   It was the most... the absolute best... His body trembled again,
and he squeezed his softening prong.

   He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between the door
and the frame, not three feet behind her. He hadn't intended to see
this, though he'd dreamed about it. He was simply looking through
her closet when he'd heard her come down the hall. He'd jumped in
and closed the door to avoid getting caught and having to think up
excuses.

   He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and started
looking at herself in the mirror. When she'd started playing with
herself, he'd thought he'd been dreaming. His prick had bloated out
instantly, and he'd come against the wall twice now.

   He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual thoughts. That
was stupid, he now realized. She was still young, why shouldn't he.
He'd thought about her as a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he
wondered what else she did without him knowing. Did she meet men in
bars and go home with them for the evening?

   No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every
evening and every night. If she was having affairs, it was in the
daytime. He didn't think so though.

   His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with the
realization that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she
wasn't getting any, maybe... maybe...

    He began to be more and more affected by her now. Several
times, he'd gotten a hard-on right near her, just by looking at
her. He thought about that body all the time. He couldn't escape
it, couldn't think of anything else but the need to possess her.

   Two nights later, he was parked over on pierpoint road with
Meghan Donnely. His left hand was up under her sweater, squeezing
bare tit as they kissed heavily. His passions were boiling and
bubbling.

   It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against his hand
that excited him. He was thinking about getting his Mom here, about
doing this to her, about her moaning and sighing like Meghan was.

   His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. It was
shoving against his jeans with enough force to tear the fabric. He
unsnapped them, then lowered the zipper.

   His hand sized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to his lap and
pushed it down his pants onto his hard, throbbing meat. She'd
gasped in surprise when she'd felt it, and tried to pull back, but
he wouldn't let her, pushing her hand down deeper, until she'd
reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot prick and squeezed.

   That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing him back
against the seatback as his body shuddered and shook in climax.

   Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd gotten so
hot on account of her. It made her feel flattered and important. It
also, of course, made her hot.

   When he'd rolled onto her, pulled her sweater up over her chest
and fastened his mouth around her naked breast, she hadn't pushed
him away. Her own passions were heating up quickly in the dark
steamy car. His hand slipped into her pants, down over her abdomen
to her pussy.

   Her normal instinct to slap it away was suborned by her
emotional excitement and sexual heat, as well as by the confusion
in her mind caused by the strange question: How can I not let him
put his hand down my pants and feel me when I've just had my hand
down his pants and felt him? Ignored was the obvious; that he'd
forced her hand down his pants. She was too confused for that.

   His hand reached her groin, and that little hole at the center
of her crotch. His fingers pressed roughly into it, and rubbed hard
across her clit. A sudden stabbing shock of sexual heat burned
through her belly all the way to her spine.

   His big hand shoved down on her pants, pushing them lower as he
stabbed his tongue between her lips. His other hand was jerking on
his own pants, trying to get them lower. They groaned and rolled
together in the cramped back seat.

   His cock sprang free and pushed against her naked belly. She
felt it with the shock of an electric wire, and her eyes stared
down into the darkness, trying to spy the hot hard organ.

   He got her pants over her ankle and jerked her left leg apart
and up onto the back of the seat. "W... wait!" she gasped. He
crushed her into the seat as he positioned his body firmly between
her legs. His hand gripped his shaft, positioning it at the center
of her slit. "S... stop... Jeff... ungh... no."

   She wasn't ready for this. It was only her first date with him
after all. But there was no stopping him. He was in position, his
cockhead rubbing against her oily slit. He ignored her feeble
attempts to push him off and shoved down with his groin, driving
his cockhead through her pussy lips and into her cunt.

   She gasped and writhed franticly for a couple of seconds, then
stopped, accepting the inevitable. His cock slid downward, moving
further into her body as she dropped her hands back onto the seat
above her head and closed her eyes.

   Jeff jammed the last few inches of his fat cock down her silky
smooth cunt tunnel, burying himself fully in her warm depths. His
hands were at her hair and breasts, stroking and squeezing her
titties as he drew her head up to his.

   His mouth locked tightly against hers and their tongues
intertwined, sliding and dancing together, first in her mouth, then
back in his, then in hers once more. His cock was buried in her,
unmoving as he revelled in the soft heat of her belly.

   Then he pumped slightly, jerking his body on the seat. She
grunted in response. He pulled upward, then sank back down. Seconds
later he began stroking in earnest, sliding his oversized fuck tool
down her cunt chute with steady, irresistible rhythm.

   His prick moved easily within her as his muscular ass rose and
fell atop her. His hands seized her sweater, folded under her arms,
and pulled it up, removing it entirely. She groaned, in heated
confusion as he slipped her bra straps off and she was stripped
totally.

   Her legs closed around his back and her arms slid around his
neck as she latched her mouth against his and humped upward.

   Jeff pulled back, his arms around her waist dragging her with
him until they were both upright on the seat. Her legs and arms
were still around him and her breasts pushed into his shirt as she
ground her crotch down on his cock.

   His hands squeezed and kneaded the soft skin of her buttocks,
sliding over the cheeks, and up and down the narrow valley between
them.

   In his mind, his hands moved over the perfect rounded cheeks of
his mother, and the rounded breasts pressed against him were hers.

   Meghan began bouncing atop his lap, her cunt sliding up and down
the length of his stiff cock as he began rutting up into her with
equal force. His prick was pounding into her with almost painful
force, drawing little groans and cries from her soft lips.

   Her clitty was being rasped and crushed by his cock as their
fucking speed increased.

   Jeff dropped forward onto the seat again, all but squashing the
girl beneath him, jamming his prick balls deep in her fiery cunt
pit. He grabbed her legs from around his back, throwing them up on
his shoulders and hammering his groin into her crotch.

   His cock was a triphammer pistoning into the tightness of her
moist crotch hole. Her taut buttocks were bruised and battered by
the force of his lunging, fuckstrokes, beaten down by his
powerfully muscled hips.

   Meghan gasped in dazed excitement. She was squashed, bent up and
folded down into the yielding seat. Her body smashed repeatedly by
the heavy mass of his powerful plunging body.

   Her cunt was like a hot, wet, sparkling electric outlet,
shooting harsh jagged bolts of sexual ecstasy deep into her belly.
Scalding heat flooded through her torso, submerging all of her
senses as she began shivering and quaking in the prelude to
ultimate release.

   Her head throbbed, and her breath caught as that furious fucking
tool pounded down into her crotch, rutting, and churning in her
abdomen, ripping up and down her tight, elastic tunnel.

   Then she came, losing all sense of reality as her body spasmed
and shuddered in the grip of an all consuming orgasm. Her mind
soared higher and higher, then floated slowly down in satiated
contentment.

   Jeff's prick continued to slam into her for long seconds,
driving through the spasming quaking depths of her insides until it
too pulsed and exploded, sending hot waves of sexual release
through him. His balls sprayed semen down his cock, shooting wads
deep into her.

   He collapsed atop her, laying there as the both of them caught
their breath.

    He had already dropped Meghan off at her house and was driving
home. His eyes gazed idly out the windows at the sidewalks as he
drove down the quiet street. There ahead was a hot looking brunette
in a tiny miniskirt. His eyes locked on her as he passed, then
moved to the rear view mirror to admire her front side.

   He turned onto Jefferson, spotted a group of kids ahead. Two
were males, which he completely ignored, two were female. His eyes
focused on both as he approached, drifted off the brunette wearing
a loose skirt, and onto the blonde wearing tight, tight, blue
jeans.

   She had an incredible ass, tight, round, perfect cheeks hugged
tightly by the faded denim. She was wearing a matching jean jacket,
her long hair cascading over the collar and down her back.

   Just as he passed, one of the guys slid a hand around her waist,
then down onto her ass. Lucky fucker, her grinned. His eyes moved
to the mirror, and a shock ran through his system. The blonde was
Paige. He stopped the sudden urge to stomp on the brakes,
continuing on for a block before pulling over.

   Who the fuck was that bastard with her? He watched the group as
they approached, recognizing the narrow face and long hair as that
of Dave Connors, a notorious pill popper from school. He had a
couple of classes with Connors, and thought he was a dumb fucking
asshole.

   He waited till they were beside his car, and honked the horn,
bending low to look through the side window. Connors recognized
him, jerking his hand away from Paige's ass. Paige rolled her eyes
skyward, then slouched over to the car.

   "Shouldn't you have been home about two hours ago?" he demanded.

   "What are you, my Mother?"

   "Get in the car."

   "Fuck off Jeff, I'm going home soon anyway." Connors was
diplomatically staying back away from the car. Jeff lowered his
voice so only she could hear it.

   "You get your little ass in the car or I'm gonna come out there
and break Connors hand off." Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at
him angrily.

   "I'll do it." he warned.

   "You think you're so fucking tough." she hissed.

   "Uh huh." She turned to the others.

   "I gotta go." she snarled. She tore open the door and dropped
into the seat, glaring ahead as the car shot forward.

   "Fucking bully." she hissed.

   "Fucking slut." he replied.

   "Eat shit."

   "You want to tell me what you're doing with a fucking doper like
Connors?"

   "None of your business!"

   "I don't want you hanging around with him. He's bad news."

   "I'll hang around with whoever I fucking want to."

   "No you won't." he grinned tightly.

   "Try and stop me."

   "Don't think I can? I can put the word out at school that anyone
who goes near you dies. How'd you like that?" She shook her head in
anger.

   "You fucking jocks all think you're so tough!"

   "What do you want with that prick anyway? Are you doing drugs?"

   "No I'm not doing drugs." she snarled.

   "Are you fucking him?"

   "Fuck off."

   "Listen you little bitch. You might be able to pull your shit
with Mom, but you ain't going to with me!"

   "Oh yeah, right. Mr. Brilliant."

   "You're a spoiled little cunt. You know that?"

   "Oh just piss off." she humphed.