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Camden Family Fun Night
by
apervylittleperson1990
Annie Camden wiped flour-dusted hands on her apron as she finished putting away the cookies that she had been baking for charity all day and set the container of flour to one side, smiling at the teenagers crowding the kitchen table. Matt was helping Lucy with her home work, looking at a textbook and Simon was working on a text book of his own, trying to finish up before that Friday night so they he would have Saturday and Sunday free. It had been a busy day and week and she knew they all needed to relax and bond as a family, and she knew the perfect way to do it. "Your father and Ruthie won't be back until Sunday. They are having fun on their trip and I think we deserve the chance to bond and have some fun after all the hard work we put in today. Which means..." She paused, pulling a faded purple binder from the pantry shelf. Lucy dropped her calculus textbook with a thud, eyes widening. Mary froze mid-stride, a forgotten laundry basket tilting in her arms. The air thickened—sudden, electric.
Matt straightened, the textbook he had been helping Lucy with forgotten. "Family Fun Night?" His voice held a careful neutrality, but Simon's sharp intake of breath beside him was unmistakable. Annie opened the binder, its spine cracking softly. "Rule One," she recited, her tone warm but firm, "Anything goes. Rule Two: Safety words respected. Rule Three..." She met each gaze—Matt’s cautious appraisal, Simon’s eager flush, Mary’s slow smile spreading, Lucy’s nervous swallow. "...Tonight, we're just bodies needing each other. No titles, no boundaries."
Lucy scrambled up first, shedding her cardigan like a discarded skin. "Mary," she breathed as she rushed over to her older sister, Quickly reaching for waistband of her sister's sweatpants and pulling them down. Mary’s laundry basket hit the linoleum with a muffled thump, seeing her sister in just her bra and jeans told her just how horny her sister was and she wasn't about to keep the younger girl waiting, she pulled Lucy close, their kiss messy and urgent and as one hand slipped under her sister's bra and rubbed her boobs she used the other to gesture to Simon to come and join them, She looked at the younger boy with a playful wink. Simon watched, transfixed, until Matt nudged him hard. "Go on, kid," Matt murmured, his own eyes fixed on Annie untying her apron strings. Simon stumbled forward, hands finding the curve of Mary’s hip as she broke from Lucy to guide him in.
Simon’s groan echoed against Mary’s mouth as Lucy sank down, her small hands steadying his hips. She took him deep, her eyes fluttering shut with practiced ease. Across the kitchen, Annie’s dress pooled around her ankles, revealing sheer black stockings clipped to the intricate lace of a corset that pushed her breasts high and tight. Matt stepped closer, everything else in the world forgotten. "You planned this," he stated, rough-voiced. Annie met his gaze, unbuttoning his shirt with flour-dusted fingers. "All day," she confirmed, her smile sharp. "Waiting."
He shed his jeans quickly, kicking them aside. When he looked up, Annie was braced against the counter, her back arched, presenting herself. A bottle of silicone lube glistened in her hand. "You know me," she murmured over her shoulder, the words thick with promise. "I’d do anything to please my firstborn son." Matt slicked his fingers, tracing the cleft of her ass. Annie gasped, pressing back against him. "Anything," she repeated, softer now. He pushed two fingers inside, feeling her clench around him.
"So you aren’t doing this for yourself?" Matt asked, his breath hot against Annie’s ear. His fingers worked deeper, stretching her. "You aren’t doing this because you want me to lube up my cock and slam it into your ass until you can’t remember your name? This is all just for me?" Annie shuddered, her knuckles white on the counter's edge.
"No," she gasped, pushing back against him. "This is strictly for you." Her voice was firm, teasing, even as her hips arched hungrily. Matt withdrew his fingers with deliberate slowness. He stepped back, slick palm sliding across her hipbone as he pulled away. "In that case," he said, tone dangerously light, "you won’t mind if I go fuck Lucy instead." He turned, already scanning the room. Lucy was bent over the kitchen table, Simon thrusting into her from behind while Mary knelt beneath them, tongue tracing Lucy’s clit. Their cries filled the air.
Annie whirled, panic flashing beneath the arousal. "Matt Camden!" Her command cracked out sharp, echoing off the cabinets. "You come back here and fuck your mother’s ass *this instant*!" Teasing was one thing, but the raw need twisting inside her couldn’t wait. She’d orchestrated this night, the corset digging into her ribs, the ache between her legs demanding relief only Matt’s rough possession could satisfy. The thought of him burying himself in Lucy while she was left throbbing against the counter was unbearable.
"Well, since you're giving me an order," Matt drawled, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he turned back. He stalked toward her, the deliberate click of his bare feet on the tile a counterpoint to Lucy’s sharp cries and Simon’s grunts across the room. Annie braced herself again, pushing her hips out further. Matt’s hands settled firmly on her waist, thumbs digging into the swell of her hips. He hooked his fingers into the lace edge of her panties and yanked them down to her knees. Cool air kissed her exposed skin.
"That's better," Annie breathed, the tension easing from her shoulders as she felt his solid heat press against her. Control seeped back into her voice, low and commanding. "Once you start a job, Matthew Camden, you see it through." She heard the distinct *snick* of the lube cap popping open, followed by the slick, rhythmic sound of him stroking himself. Her breath caught in anticipation.
"Yes, Ma'am," Matt murmured, his voice thick with obedience and dark amusement. Cool, viscous fluid dripped unexpectedly onto the small of her back, making her gasp. His fingers smoothed it downward, tracing the cleft with deliberate, circling pressure before pressing firmly against her tight ring. Annie pushed back instantly, a low moan escaping her lips as he worked the lube in with slow, stretching twists.
"You're old enough that I shouldn't have to keep reminding you of your duties to this family," Annie scolded, breathless, grinding her ass firmly against the blunt pressure of his slick cockhead. The friction sent sparks up her spine. "No matter how long and hard the chore is," she gasped, her voice catching as his thumb suddenly found her clit, rubbing tight, urgent circles, "if you promise to do it, you must see it through. Even if it takes all night." Her hips jerked involuntarily against the dual assault – the insistent push at her rear and the maddening friction on her clit.
Matt chuckled darkly, biting the tendon where her neck met her shoulder. "Maybe I'm just hopeless," he murmured, his lips moving against her damp skin. "Been trying to please you properly since I was thirteen, Mom. Maybe I just can't get the technique right." He pulled his thumb away abruptly, leaving her clit throbbing and exposed, and used both hands to spread her cheeks wider. The cool air hit her wetness, a stark contrast to the heat building inside her.
Annie gasped, arching desperately. "Camdens don't quit," she ground out, her voice strained but fierce. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the broad, slick head of his cock press insistently against her tight entrance. "You'll keep practicing this chore," she commanded, knuckles whitening on the counter edge, "until you get it perfect." She pushed back harder, demanding entry, her breath coming in ragged pants.
Matt groaned, biting her earlobe sharply. "That could take years," he whispered, his voice thick with exertion and dark amusement. He held himself back just enough to feel her tremble with need against him. "Decades, even."
Annie arched her spine, pressing her hips flush against his pelvis. "If that’s what it takes," she panted, her voice rough with command and desperation, "then so be it." Her hand snaked back, fingers slick with lube, and wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. She guided the swollen tip unerringly against her clenched, waiting asshole. "Now," she ordered, squeezing him hard. "No more teasing."
"As you wish, Mother," Matt rasped, his voice thick and dark. He drove his hips forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. Annie cried out, a sharp, choked gasp tearing from her throat as she slammed against the counter’s edge. Her knuckles whitened against the granite, the impact reverberating up her arms. He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. Immediately, he pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a relentless, punishing rhythm that rocked her entire body forward with each deep stroke.
Annie gasped for air, her lungs struggling to keep up. Each brutal impact pinned her harder against the cool granite, her breasts crushed against the unforgiving surface. "Yes!" she managed to gasp between thrusts, the word ragged and desperate. Her back arched, pushing herself deeper onto him, meeting every savage plunge. The sounds filled the kitchen – the slick slap of skin on skin, Matt’s low, guttural grunts, Lucy’s high-pitched cries as Simon hammered into her, Mary’s muffled moans. Annie felt utterly possessed, overwhelmed by the raw sensation of being filled and stretched by her son’s cock, driven beyond thought.
"You're right," Matt gasped above her, his voice strained with effort. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her shoulder blades. He tightened his grip, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. "This *could* take all night..." He hauled her back onto him with brutal force, driving deeper than before. "...but I’ll follow your instructions." His hips pistoned relentlessly. "...Keep it up..." He slammed into her again, the impact jolting her entire frame. "...until the job is done." Annie’s cry was swallowed by the cacophony, her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking onto the countertop. She couldn’t form words, couldn’t even breathe properly, reduced to desperate, whimpering gasps.
Her flailing arm caught the ceramic utensil holder near the sink. It crashed to the floor with a violent clatter, spatulas and whisks scattering across the tiles. The noise barely registered. She didn’t care. Her world narrowed to the searing stretch of Matt filling her ass, the relentless pounding driving her hips against the granite edge. Her other hand clawed blindly at the counter, searching for purchase, in the scramble they knocked the container of flour she had been working with to the floor, spilling its contents all over the kitchen she had just cleaned and she didn't care at all. Distantly, she heard Lucy’s ecstatic scream crescendo, followed by Simon’s triumphant shout. Mary murmured something low and approving beneath them.
The sudden cessation of Lucy’s cries created a brief pocket of relative quiet. Simon slumped onto the floor beside the table, breathing hard. Matt’s rhythm faltered for a split second, distracted by Simon’s groan. Annie whimpered, pushing back frantically against him. "Don't stop!" she gasped, her voice raw. Matt grunted, resuming his brutal pace, burying his face between her shoulder blades. Neither noticed Mary extract herself from beneath Lucy, who lay trembling on the table. Mary rose silently, her bare feet soundless on the cool tile. She glanced once towards Annie, pinned and gasping against the counter, and Matt driving into her with single-minded focus, then towards Simon sprawled on the floor, eyes closed. Lucy lay spent, oblivious. Mary padded swiftly towards the staircase.
Upstairs, the hallway felt unnervingly still after the raw noise of the kitchen. Mary moved with purpose into her room. She pulled open her bottom drawer, pushing aside folded sweaters to reveal the deep red corset. Slipping it on was quick work; she knew the hooks and laces intimately. From the same drawer, she retrieved a sturdy canvas bag. Inside were polished steel carabiners, thick nylon straps with padded handles, and a compact pulley system. The final item was a small bottle labeled "Cooling Gel." She slung the bag over her shoulder and headed back down.
No one glanced up as she re-entered the kitchen. Simon lay sprawled on the cool tile, eyes closed, catching his breath beside the table where Lucy still trembled. Matt remained locked behind Annie, his hips slamming relentlessly against her ass, Annie’s choked gasps punctuating each thrust. Mary ignored them. She moved to the wide doorway leading to the dining room. Setting her bag down silently, she pulled out two heavy-duty snap hooks. Rising onto her toes, she secured one firmly to the top corner of the wooden doorframe, then the other to the opposite side. They clicked into place, gleaming silver against the oak.
Simon blinked, pushing himself up onto his elbows. Flour dusted his cheekbone. "What's that?" he mumbled, voice thick and sluggish, his mind still swimming in the aftermath of release. He squinted at Mary attaching thick nylon straps to the hooks, straps ending in padded leather cuffs.
"Bondage cuffs," Mary explained simply, her tone as calm and instructional as when she walked him through quadratic equations last Tuesday. She held up a blindfold, deep red velvet matching her corset. "See? I hook these over the doorframe." She secured the straps firmly. "Then, I put this on." She tapped the blindfold. "Then I lock my hands above my head." She mimed the position. "And as long as I don't say *pancake*..." She paused, letting the familiar safety word hang in the air, "...you all can do whatever you like with my body." She smiled warmly, the same encouraging smile she gave him when he finally grasped a difficult calculus concept.
Simon stared, flour dusting his cheekbone. "Really?" he asked, surprise showing on his face. His gaze flicked from the sturdy hooks to Mary's serene expression. The kitchen's usual smells – flour, silicone lube, sweat – seemed momentarily overwhelmed by the sharp scent of leather from the straps. They were then interrupted by a cry from their mother. "Yes, Matt, Good Boy, Spank my ass!"
"Really," Mary said with a warm smile, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Her voice was calm, practical, like explaining a science experiment. "I even brought some toys in that bag to help us both have fun." With a slight tilt of her head, Mary indicated the sturdy canvas bag she'd set down beside the doorframe. Inside, Simon glimpsed the gleam of carabiners and the soft padding of leather cuffs.
"You're the best big sister I could have," Simon murmured, his voice thick with gratitude and lingering arousal. He reached up impulsively, wrapping his arms around her waist in a tight hug. Her corset felt firm beneath his cheek. Mary chuckled softly, ruffling his hair. "I know I am," she replied, her tone light but confident. A second later, her thoughts were interrupted by her older brother letting out an earth-shattering cry that echoed off the cabinets. Matt slammed into Annie one final, brutal time, his body shuddering violently against hers before collapsing onto the floor. Annie gasped, her own cry choked off as she slumped forward, mother and son tangled together, spent and breathing raggedly.
"Well, they had their fun," Mary said, her voice cutting through the heavy air thick with sweat and sex. She gently extricated herself from Simon's embrace and walked towards the sturdy hooks gleaming on the doorframe. "Let's have ours." She picked up the padded leather cuffs dangling from the straps. "Hey, you're not leaving me out!" Lucy insisted, scrambling off the kitchen table where she’d been recovering, her legs wobbling slightly as she jumped to her feet. She ran past Simon, who was still blinking slowly on the floor, and joined Mary at the doorway. "Oh, alright," Mary sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes behind the deep red velvet blindfold she now held. She secured it firmly over her eyes, plunging herself into darkness. "I guess there is enough of me to go around," she conceded with a wry smile, snapping the cuffs firmly around her own wrists. The metallic clicks echoed sharply as she locked her hands securely above her head, stretching her body taut against the doorframe.
Simon finally pushed himself up. He stood, facing Lucy. "What should we do first?" Simon asked, his voice husky as he turned to face Lucy. His eyes darted towards Mary’s blindfolded form, then back to Lucy, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "Hey!" Mary barked sharply from the doorframe, startling them both. Her head tilted towards the sound of Simon's voice. "The point of the blindfold is so I don't know what you are going to do to me," she reminded him, her tone firm and slightly exasperated. "It defeats the whole purpose if you talk about it!" The straps creaked softly as she shifted her weight, her breasts rising and falling with each breath beneath the tight corset.
"Got it," Simon murmured, swallowing hard. Lucy just nodded, her focus already shifting. She crouched beside Mary’s discarded canvas bag, her fingers diving inside, rustling past the nylon straps and heavy hooks. The distinct *clink* of metal against metal sounded as she rummaged. Simon watched Lucy fish around in the bag for a toy she could use on Mary, his gaze drifting back to his sister suspended in the doorway. Mary’s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile, her chin lifted defiantly towards the ceiling. The silence stretched, thick with anticipation and the lingering musk of sex from the other end of the kitchen.
Simon walked forward slowly, his bare feet silent on the cool tile. His hand hovered for a moment near Mary’s hip before settling firmly against the stiff brocade covering her lower belly. He pressed his palm flat against the intricate fabric of her corset, feeling the heat radiating from her skin beneath. His fingers slid lower, tracing the hard ridge where the corset ended and the soft swell of her pubic mound began. He found the damp spot through the fabric, already warm and yielding. He started rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clothed pussy. Mary’s breath hitched audibly. A soft, low moan escaped her lips, muffled slightly by the blindfold. Encouraged, Simon increased the pressure, grinding the heel of his hand firmly against her mound through the thick material. Mary whimpered, her hips pushing subtly forward against his hand.
As Simon focused intently on Mary’s muffled sounds of pleasure, Lucy crept silently behind her blindfolded sister. Lucy held the small wooden paddle in one hand – smooth, polished maple, shaped unmistakably like a ping pong paddle, but thicker, heavier. Her eyes narrowed with concentration as she raised it high. Taking careful aim at the curve of Mary’s right buttock, exposed beneath the corset’s hem and the pulled-down edge of her panties, Lucy swung her arm down sharply. The paddle struck Mary’s bare flesh with a loud, crisp *CRACK* that echoed off the cabinets. Mary gasped sharply, her entire body jerking against the restraints, the leather cuffs straining against the straps.
"Yes!" Mary cried out, her voice raw and breathless, hips arching instinctively toward Simon’s hand. "Whoever did that—it’s exactly what I’ve been wanting for weeks! Please, do it again!" Simon flinched at the sudden noise, startled. Before he could react, Lucy struck again, another sharp *CRACK* landing on the opposite cheek. This time, the force jolted Simon’s hand violently forward. His two fingers, slick with sweat and the dampness from Mary’s panties, were driven unexpectedly deep inside Mary’s pussy, past the fabric barrier and the tight ring of muscle. He felt her clench around him instantly, wet and impossibly hot.
Simon gasped, frozen for a heartbeat. Mary’s gasp was louder, choked off into a shuddering moan. Her hips bucked wildly against Simon’s trapped hand, driving his fingers deeper still. "Oh, God," Simon breathed, his own arousal flaring hotly. He instinctively curled his fingers inside her, pressing against her front wall. Mary cried out, her body straining against the straps, the leather cuffs biting into her wrists. "Yes!" she gasped, her voice ragged. "Don’t stop!" Simon obeyed, withdrawing his fingers slowly before thrusting them back in, mimicking the rhythm Matt had used earlier. Mary’s hips rolled hungrily against his hand, her cries sharpening with each inward stroke.
Lucy grinned fiercely, flour dusting her knees. She raised the maple paddle again, bringing it down not just on Mary’s ass cheeks but now tracing fiery paths down her thighs. *CRACK* landed high on a buttock, a sharp punctuation. Then, lighter, teasing taps followed—a rapid pattering down the back of Mary’s thigh, like impatient raindrops. *CRACK* struck the other cheek, making Mary gasp and arch. Lucy alternated—hard smacks that left blooming pink welts, then feather-light brushes that made Mary twitch and giggle breathlessly. Each impact sent Mary swinging gently in her restraints, her toes brushing the tile floor only to lift again, suspended an inch above the ground. The rhythmic swaying amplified the sting and the tease, leaving her gasping and laughing in turns. "Lucy!" Mary gasped, twisting blindly. "You little—ah!—demon!"
Simon scrambled onto the sturdy wooden chair beside Mary, wobbling slightly as he climbed. His bare feet gripped the smooth wood. Below him, Lucy kept up her relentless assault—a sharp *CRACK* on Mary’s thigh coincided with Simon’s fingers finally freeing themselves from Mary’s soaked panties. He fumbled urgently at the stiff laces and hooks on the *side* of her corset, not the back. His fingers slipped twice before he managed to pry open a few hooks near her hipbone. The crimson brocade gaped open, revealing smooth skin and the dark curls beneath. He didn’t hesitate. Gripping Mary’s hips for balance, Simon positioned himself and thrust his cock deep into her wet heat in one smooth stroke. Mary cried out, her body jolting forward against the straps. Lucy paused mid-swing, paddle hovering.
"Your dick feels great, little bro," Mary gasped, her blindfolded face turning toward Simon’s direction. A genuine smile spread across her lips, breathless but warm. "Thrust it into me hard." Simon obeyed instantly, driving his hips forward with a grunt. The chair creaked beneath him as he settled into a rhythm, each thrust pushing Mary’s suspended body gently forward and back. Her breasts strained against the corset’s tight embrace with every movement. Below, Lucy resumed her task with renewed vigor. The paddle landed squarely on Mary’s exposed ass cheek with a sharp slap just as Simon bottomed out inside her. Mary’s gasp merged into a low, shuddering moan.
"I am so turned on right now," Mary huffed, her voice thick with arousal. She tilted her head toward Lucy’s faint breathing nearby. "Lucy," she whispered urgently, "I want you to stop." Lucy obeyed instantly, lowering the paddle and stepping back, confusion knitting her brow. In the sudden silence, Mary yelled out, her voice sharp and commanding, "Matt! I need you to fuck my ass!" Across the kitchen, Matt lifted his head from Annie’s shoulder where he’d been catching his breath. He chuckled, low and dark. "Well, duty calls." He gave his mother’s damp cheek a quick peck and stood, grabbing the bottle of lube from the countertop. He made his way over to his sister, his bare feet padding softly on the tile.
Simon kept thrusting steadily into Mary’s wet heat, his hips moving in a smooth rhythm. He glanced up as Matt approached. "Do you want me to stop?" Simon asked, his voice strained with effort, watching Matt squeeze a generous dollop of cool lube onto his fingers. Matt knelt behind Mary, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands. Simon felt Mary’s inner muscles clench tighter around his cock as Matt’s slick fingers pressed firmly against her tight ring.
"No way!" Mary barked urgently, her blindfolded face snapping toward Simon’s voice. Her suspended body trembled against the straps. "Keep doing what you’re doing!" Matt’s thumb circled her puckered entrance slowly, deliberately. "If Dad was here," Mary gasped, arching her hips back onto Simon’s cock and forward against Matt’s probing touch, "I’d have him get me down and fuck my mouth while you two go at it." Matt chuckled darkly, pressing his thumb deeper. Mary groaned, her knuckles whitening against the cuffs. "Since he’s not," she panted, "you work my pussy, Simon, and Matt can work my ass while I hang here."
Matt squeezed Simon’s shoulder firmly. "It’s called working as a team, Simon," he declared, his voice steady and reassuring. "Don’t worry—we’ve got this, little sis." He gave Simon a confident thumbs-up, his expression calm and focused. Simon nodded, swallowing hard but trusting his older brother’s guidance. Matt positioned himself carefully behind Mary, slicking himself thoroughly with lube. "Ready?" Matt murmured. Simon took a deep breath. "Ready." On Matt’s silent count—a sharp jerk of his chin—they thrust forward simultaneously. Simon drove deep into Mary’s slick pussy just as Matt buried himself to the hilt in her tight asshole. Mary let out a sharp, choked gasp—a sound of pure, startled shock—her body snapping taut against the restraints.
Even though she’d demanded this, begged for it, nothing could have prepared Mary for the overwhelming sensation. Her brothers filled her completely, stretching her impossibly wide, front and back. The sheer, brutal invasion stole her breath. She hung suspended, blindfolded and helpless, pinned between Simon’s frantic thrusts and Matt’s slow, deliberate power. Every nerve screamed. She felt Simon’s cock pulsing inside her wetness, Matt’s thicker length grinding deep in her ass, the cool lube dripping down her thighs. The conflicting rhythms—Simon’s eager, shallow pumps against Matt’s deep, anchoring strokes—sent bewildering shockwaves through her core. Her cries dissolved into ragged, breathless whimpers, her fingers clawing uselessly at the padded leather cuffs.
Lucy watched, mesmerized and aching. The raw power of her brothers taking Mary, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the primal sounds filling the kitchen – it was intensely erotic. Yet, a sharp pang of disappointment stabbed through her arousal. She was just watching again, holding the smooth maple paddle forgotten in her hand. Her lower lip jutted out in a genuine pout. "I was just starting to have fun," she mumbled, shifting her weight impatiently.
"Then come over and use that paddle on me," Annie's voice, thick with satisfaction but edged with command, cut through the din from the kitchen table. Lucy blinked, startled, then turned. Her mother lay sprawled face-up on the solid wooden surface, legs dangling off the edge, her body still flushed and glistening. Lucy approached cautiously, her brow furrowed. "I thought you wanted me to use this paddle on you?" she asked, confusion warring with a flicker of renewed excitement as she gestured with the wooden implement.
"I do," Annie purred, her seductive smile widening. She lifted her arms lazily above her head, arching her back slightly. "But I never said anything about using it on my ass." Her gaze dropped meaningfully to her own breasts, still heavy and full, then lower. "Work my tits and pussy, Lucy. Hard." The command was sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.
Lucy obeyed instantly. She started gently, tapping the smooth maple paddle against her mother's left nipple in soft, rhythmic pats. Annie sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensation built—a teasing warmth that made her skin prickle. Then Lucy shifted her aim, bringing the paddle down harder on the swell of Annie's breast, a sharp *thwack* that made her gasp. She alternated between soft taps and firm smacks, moving steadily downward—over ribs, belly, the curve of her hip—until she reached the damp curls between Annie's thighs. Without warning, Lucy swung the paddle down hard, landing a crisp *CRACK* squarely on Annie's swollen pussy lips.
"Yes!" Annie cried out, her body jerking upward off the table. "That's my girl! Give me more!" Lucy grinned fiercely, her earlier disappointment forgotten. She brought the paddle down again, this time striking Annie's inner thigh—a sharp sting that drew a sharp gasp—then immediately followed with another punishing blow directly onto her mother's exposed clit. Annie's legs kicked involuntarily, her knuckles whitening where she gripped the table's edge. "Harder!" Annie demanded, her voice ragged. Lucy obeyed, raining down blows—some glancing off Annie's pubic mound, others landing flush against her wet folds—each impact punctuated by Annie's choked cries and the sharp slap of wood against flesh.
"You are amazing, Lucy!" Annie gasped, her chest heaving. "Climb up here!" She shifted her hips urgently, making space on the crowded tabletop. "Put your pussy above my lips! I want to reward you!" Lucy didn't hesitate. Dropping the paddle with a clatter, she scrambled onto the flour-streaked table, straddling her mother's chest. She wriggled backward until her dripping slit hovered directly above Annie's upturned face. Annie didn't wait. She surged upward, her mouth finding Lucy's pussy instantly, kissing and licking fervently around her swollen lips, her tongue tracing frantic circles over Lucy's clit.
"That's incredible, Mom!" Lucy gasped, her hips jerking forward instinctively. She braced her hands on her mother's shoulders for balance as Annie's tongue plunged deeper, lapping hungrily at her wetness. The sharp sting from Lucy's earlier paddling mingled with the intense pleasure of Annie's skilled mouth, creating a dizzying mix of sensations. Across the kitchen, Mary’s choked cries intensified as Matt and Simon drove into her relentlessly, their bodies slapping against hers in a brutal rhythm.
Annie’s tongue flicked upward suddenly, pressing hard against Lucy’s clit in one focused stroke. Lucy gasped sharply, her legs buckling beneath her. She pitched forward uncontrollably, landing face-first between her mother’s spread thighs. Her cheek pressed flush against Annie’s damp, swollen pussy lips—warm, slick, and smelling sharply of sex and sweat. Without hesitation, Lucy’s tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the tangy musk of her mother’s arousal. She began to lick in urgent, messy strokes, driven by pure reflex.
Annie moaned loudly into Lucy’s own wetness, her tongue never faltering as she lapped at her daughter’s clit. The dual sensations—Lucy’s frantic mouth working her pussy while she pleasured Lucy in return—sent tremors through Annie’s body. She arched her hips upward, grinding against Lucy’s face, her cries muffled against Lucy’s thighs. Across the room, Mary’s choked screams escalated as Simon’s thrusts grew erratic and Matt drove deeper into her ass. The kitchen air thickened with overlapping sounds: wet slaps of flesh, ragged breathing, and the sharp, rhythmic creak of leather straps straining under Mary’s suspended weight.
"Mary, I think I am about to cum," Simon warned, his voice strained and urgent. His hips stuttered against her slick entrance, his fingers digging into her corseted hips. "Do it inside," Mary gasped, twisting blindly against her restraints. Her command sent Simon over the edge instantly. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he erupted deep inside her pussy with a guttural groan. His body shuddered violently against hers before he slumped forward, spent. He slid out slowly, collapsing onto the wooden chair behind him, his chest heaving.
Mary was still trembling, suspended and overwhelmed by Simon’s release flooding her core, when Matt unleashed his own climax into her ass. His thrusts grew deeper, more possessive, each one drawing a choked gasp from Mary as he filled her tight passage. With a final, grinding push, Matt emptied himself completely before slowly withdrawing. He reached up swiftly, unhooking the leather cuffs from the suspension straps. Mary collapsed bonelessly to the cool tile floor, tearing off her blindfold with shaky fingers. She blinked up at her brothers, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. "Thanks guys," she breathed, stretching languidly on the flour-dusted floor. "That was incredible."
Matt chuckled, wiping lube from his thigh as he slid down beside Simon against the kitchen wall. "We aim to please," he drawled, his voice thick with satisfaction. He patted Simon’s shoulder where the younger boy slumped, catching his breath. Simon grinned back weakly, flour smudged across his cheek. Across the room, Lucy lifted her head from Annie’s thighs, her chin slick with her mother’s wetness. "Did Mary just finish?" she asked, her voice muffled against Annie’s skin. Annie nodded, running her fingers through Lucy’s hair. "Yeah, honey. They did good." Lucy beamed, scrambling off the table. "My turn next!" she declared, bouncing on her toes.
"Think you guys have another round left in you?" Lucy asked Matt and Simon, already grabbing the discarded bottle of lube from the tile. Simon Smiled, his voice full of excitement, pushing himself upright against the wall. "I’m hard again," he called out, his erection already stiffening against his thigh. Matt sighed dramatically, rubbing his eyes. "Seems my work is never done." He started to push himself up, but Lucy darted forward, pressing a hand firmly against his chest. "Lay down right there," she commanded, her voice bright with excitement. She straddled Matt’s hips, guiding his cock toward her dripping slit. "You work my pussy, Matt, and Simon can get on top of me and use my ass".
"You want that?" Simon asked with a gulp, scrambling to his knees. Lucy grinned, tossing him the bottle of lube with a playful wink. "I think you’re old enough for your first anal sex." Simon caught it clumsily, his fingers fumbling on the slick plastic cap. Matt chuckled beneath Lucy, guiding himself into her wet entrance with a satisfied groan. "Go slow, Simon," Matt instructed, his voice thick beneath Lucy’s bouncing weight. "Use plenty of lube on yourself first." Simon squeezed a generous dollop onto his palm, coating himself thoroughly before slicking Lucy’s tight opening. He pressed two slick fingers against her puckered ring, feeling her clench around Matt’s cock inside her pussy. Lucy gasped sharply, arching her back against Simon’s touch. "Now," she breathed, "push your cock into my ass."
Simon obeyed and went into her first asshole. He pressed forward slowly, feeling the incredible resistance yield with a soft pop as he breached her. Lucy rocked back into him immediately, her body swallowing him deeper with a shuddering sigh. "You are doing great, Simon," Lucy said encouragingly, twisting her head to flash him a proud smile despite the strain. Then both brothers got to work on her. Matt used his hands to work Lucy’s breasts roughly beneath her bra, pinching her nipples through the spandex as he thrust up into her slick pussy. Simon planted wet, messy kisses along Lucy’s sweat-slicked spine as he thrust tentatively into her ass, finding a rhythm that matched Matt’s deeper strokes. Lucy whimpered, suspended between their movements, her hips rolling to meet each brother’s thrusts. "Harder," she gasped, "both of you!"
Annie and Mary settled into two dining chairs pulled close together. Flour dusted the seats and speckled their thighs as they sank down. Mary hooked her leg over Annie’s, her fingers sliding easily into her mother’s wetness. Annie mirrored the motion, pressing two fingers deep inside Mary’s still-sensitive pussy. They moved in unison, fingers curling and stroking, their eyes fixed on Lucy suspended between her brothers. "She’s loving this," Mary murmured, her breath catching as Annie’s thumb circled her clit. Annie nodded, her own hips lifting slightly off the chair as Mary’s fingers found her sweet spot. "She’s always been adventurous," Annie breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "Just like her mother."
Mary leaned in abruptly, her hand cupping Annie’s cheek. "And her big sister," she declared softly before claiming Annie’s mouth in a fierce, deep kiss. Her tongue pushed past Annie’s lips, exploring with possessive hunger as their fingers worked faster inside each other. The kiss deepened—wet, urgent, tasting of sweat and salt—as Annie moaned into Mary’s mouth, her hips bucking against Mary’s hand. Simultaneously, Mary gasped against Annie’s lips, her body tensing as Annie’s thumb pressed hard against her clit. Their shared orgasm crashed over them like a wave: Mary’s cry muffled by Annie’s mouth, Annie’s shuddering gasp swallowed by Mary’s kiss. They clung to each other, trembling, fingers still buried deep as pleasure pulsed through them.
Lucy’s cry sliced through the humid kitchen air: "Can’t take much more!" Her voice cracked, raw and desperate. Instantly, Matt and Simon obeyed. Matt slammed upward into Lucy’s pussy with brutal, piston-like thrusts, his hips hammering against her ass. Simon drove deeper into her ass, his rhythm sharp and frantic, fingers digging into her hips. The force rocked Lucy violently between them—her back arched, head thrown back, suspended only by their relentless grip. Seconds later, her entire body locked rigid. A guttural scream tore from her lungs as her orgasm detonated, shaking her from scalp to toes. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on both brothers, triggering their own release. Matt groaned low and thick as he emptied himself deep inside her pussy; Simon gasped sharply, shuddering as he spilled into her ass.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap on the tile, limbs tangled and breathing ragged. Lucy sprawled bonelessly atop Matt, Simon curled against her back, his arm draped possessively across her waist. "Holy shit," Simon mumbled into Lucy’s shoulder, his voice thick with awe. "That was…" "Intense?" Matt finished, chuckling weakly as he stroked Lucy’s damp hair. Lucy just nodded, her cheek pressed against Matt’s chest, too spent for words. Annie and Mary disentangled themselves from their chairs, stretching stiffly before sinking onto the floor beside the trio. Mary draped an arm over Simon’s back; Annie rested her head against Matt’s shoulder, her fingers brushing Lucy’s ankle. The kitchen smelled sharply of sweat, sex, and spilled flour—a strangely comforting musk after shared exertion.
"We will clean up in the morning," Annie announced, her voice thick with drowsiness. A wide yawn stretched her jaw, cracking audibly in the sudden quiet. She waved a flour-dusted hand vaguely toward the mess—the scattered paddles, the dangling straps, the overturned bottle of lube. "Tonight," she murmured, eyelids already heavy, "follow me up to your father’s and my bed." Her gaze drifted across her children’s exhausted faces—Simon blinking owlishly, Matt rubbing his eyes, Lucy smiling sleepily, Mary tracing idle patterns in the flour on Matt’s thigh. "I want us all to sleep in the same bed tonight."
"Why?" Lucy asked, her brow furrowing slightly as Matt and Simon hauled her upright onto her unsteady legs. She leaned heavily against Simon, her legs trembling. Annie paused halfway up the stairs, turning back to look down at them. The kitchen’s dim light caught the tired lines around her eyes, but her smile was warm. "Well," she began, her voice soft but clear, "for one, I like to feel close to my children, especially after I just had sex with most of them." She shrugged, a simple, honest gesture. "It feels... right. Comfortable." She resumed climbing, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden steps. "For another," she added over her shoulder, her tone shifting to something more deliberate, "at some point tonight after we’ve rested, I have unfinished business." She glanced pointedly at Simon. "I didn’t get to feel Simon’s dick in me." Simon flushed instantly, the blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck, but a shy grin tugged at his lips as he followed the group up the stairs.
Matt chuckled, draping Lucy’s arm over his shoulder as they climbed. "Don’t worry, Mom," he teased, glancing back at Simon’s reddening face. "Simon’s got plenty left to give." Simon nudged Matt’s shoulder playfully, his embarrassment melting into amusement. "I love our family fun nights," Simon declared, his voice earnest and bright as he reached the landing. He grinned at Lucy, who leaned sleepily against Matt. "They’re the best." Annie paused at the master bedroom door, her hand resting on the knob. She looked back at them all—Matt steadying Lucy, Simon bouncing slightly on his toes, Mary trailing behind with a yawn—and her smile deepened. "Me too," she murmured softly. "Now come on. Let’s get cozy."
To Be Continued...