TABOO TALES(erotica)

Justine was kneeling in the living room on the coffee table, surrounded by two video cameras and lighting equipment. A boom mike was positioned over the coffee table-cum-oversized leather bench. She’d spent the afternoon at the spa, getting a facial (the non-cum kind), a waxing and a styling of her hair and make-up. She hadn’t done a scene on-camera since the videos her son Justin had done with her.

She looked great: collared and leashed, her head encased in a bondage harness, her chest encased in a matching harness, wrists and ankles cuffed, tits bulging from velcro bands at their bases, olive skin lightly oiled, perspiring from the hot lights, mound newly waxed, nipples and labia all severely clamped, chained and weighted, a thick, wet ball gag hanging beneath her jaw so she could first drink a cum cocktail. A leather strap was deeply embedded between her pussy lips and tied front and rear to the harness’s thick leather waist cinch.

Janette and Angie obeyed Justine in parental and household matters, and she sometimes punished the teens (which she much enjoyed) for misbehavior, both with and without Matt’s presence, she was otherwise the House Sub. The girls enjoyed their opposite roles, adroitly switching from being Matt’s subs to being dommes of Justine, venting their resentments and frustrations of her. Especially since she’d recently grounded both of them on a Friday night when they already had plans.

Matt knew that the best way to satisfy Justine’s cravings were to periodically force her into new and ever more degrading scenes. He liked the creative challenge. Now Justine’s father and brother were eagerly awaiting a copy of the video where their Angie would be disciplining her mother and forcing her to cum. And Justin, the fledgling porn star’s son? He was the main cameraman.

Ever since surreptitiously watching one of the videos on Justine’s computer, in which Justin used and abused his mother, Matt knew that Justine was incredible on camera – superbly photogenic, responsive and exciting. She could withstand – and get off on – serious, prolonged abuse. Her amazing body reacted vocally, and with great mobility.

Matt stood by the coffee table. He would remain off-camera for this shoot, keeping it first girl-on-girl (or girls on woman) and then son-on-mother, while he recorded them all with the second camera. Justin, more experienced than Matt in these shoots with his mother, had suggested that he do most of the closeups while Matt essentially stuck to wider shots, until Justin went on-camera.

Although the scenario had been pre-planned and explained to Janette, Angie and Justin (but not to Justine), Matt would still direct, using hand gestures. At Matt’s signal, the guys started recording and Matt nodded to Angie, nude except for a garter belt, stockings and a waspie corset that exposed her luscious young tits.

Angie held up a traditional cream pitcher. “This added treat is a special mix from your father, brother, son and boyfriend.”

Next to Angie was his own daughter, Janette, wearing a waist cincher and stay-up stockings. Both of the girls’ waxed pussies were covered by heavy strap-ons, the thick, black 8-inch members jutting menacingly from their nude mounds while six-inchers were stuffing their own wet cunts, along with nubbins to stimulate their clits. Their assholes were stuffed with sizable plugs.

Angie poured steaming cum from the pitcher into her mother’s triple vodka martini. A prolonged hissing sound filled the room, the steaming white spunk descending into the icy clear vodka. Swirls of cum spread through the oversized martini glass. Justine raised the glass to her wide mouth, drank slowly for the cameras and set down the glass, aware that her thick lips were so coated with the gunk that it splattered onto her thighs.

Justine set down her glass, relieved when the girls set upon her. Angie and Janette walked up to the kneeling sub, raised her toned arms and bound them to a bar above her head, trembling with shameful arousal. Janette pushed the huge red ball gag between Justine’s greasy lips, the fresh spunk on them dripping onto her tits, while Angie tightened the straps on the head harness. Each girl pulled on a labia chain, stretching a thick dark pussy lip till Justine moaned and the girls fasted the chains to metal grommets in their sub’s lace stocking tops.

As the girls stretched and bound her cunt lips, their big strap-ons were bobbing and swaying in Justine’s face. She saw that Angie’s was dripping with lube. So her mother knew it was her daughter who would be fucking her ass. Justine also saw the red buttons on the strap-ons, so she knew the bobbing monsters were filled with steaming cum. Some of the hot cream would shoot up her cunt and ass, so the cameras could have a close-up of a thick, double camel pie, the thick white goo drooling from the dusky skin circling her wrinkled asshole and oozing from between the dark labia on each side of her cunt, while the remainder of the reservoirs would drench her face, tits and slit.

Once his mother had cum from the DP, and his sister and Janette had also cum, Justin would add suction tubes to Justine’s nipples and clit, face-fuck her, fuck her cunt and ass, then shoot his huge, long-lasting load, inundating the MILF from the top of her glossy black hair to the splayed out, inflamed lips of her cunt, the lips that had just been repeatedly struck by Janette’s switch.

Janette undid the rear of the cunt strap and pulled it out, the squishing sounds of Justine’s drenched cunt filling the room as the young domme dragged the leather out of the sopping slit and up over Justine’s big bulging clit.

Angie slid beneath her mother, a quirt in Angie’s hand, ready to hurt her mother’s jutting tits, while Angie’s anal plug was quite visible. Janette, grinning at her gagged substitute mother, positioned herself between the mature slut’s splayed legs, her own anal plug protruding from her cheeks, a switch in her hand to use on her mature sub’s clit, outer lips, tight ass and inner thighs.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

As the huge cockheads simultaneously pushed into her holes, as the first strike of the quirt struck her clamped and bulging tits, as the switch smacked into her clit, Justine knew she wouldn’t disappoint the cameras or Matt. The girls thrust the strap-ons deeply into their sub. Matt grinned as he watched his daughter’s naked, oiled asscheeks start drilling into his girlfriend’s cunt. Justine started moaning, assaulted by the twin strapons, the bulging ball gag, the nipple and labia clamps and weights, the quirt and the switch.

The three grunting, heaving and sweating sluts all began cumming. After depositing half of the loads in their strapons inside Justine’s cunt and ass, the teens pulled out and shot the remainder all over the MILF’s body. Spent, Janette slumped forward onto Justine’s chest, exposing her cunt and ass to her father behind her. As twin rivers of cum came out of Justine’s freshly fucked holes, Matt put down his camera, stepped forward and pushed into his daughter’s tight hot anal sheath, mashing her big tits into the clamps and chains imprisoning Justine’s nipples beneath her. Matt quickly shot off deep inside Janette’s tight ass chute.

He pulled out, staggered back and fell into a chair, enjoying the tawdry view in front of him: three voluptuous brunettes, a sandwich of sex-crazed, sweat-drenched, fucked-out hotties – his daughter on top, his girlfriend in the middle and his daughter’s BFF on the bottom. Janette rolled off Justine, the two of them sinking onto the cum-stained carpet, their limbs sprawling. Janette’s tits were deeply marked, inflamed and sore from being crushed into Justine’s heavy metal clamps and chains. That left Angie on the coffee table, her strapon sticking straight up in the air and swaying with her labored breathing.

Justin looked at me to see if he could stop recording. I nodded. He set down his camera, removed Angie’s tarpon from its harness, lubed his cock, shoved it all the way up his sister’s cunt and fucked her hard till he quickly came. When he withdrew, he also sat in one of the easy chairs, next to me. Justine was still suffering from all her bondage gear: ball gag, head and chest harnesses, tit bands, nipple and labia clamps and chains. I told her to clean up Janette and Angie.

Dazed, she struggled to her hands and knees, crawled to Janette and licked up Matt’s cum, still dribbling from Janette’s crinkled, gaping rosebud. Then Justine crawled to Angie but just knelt there, refusing to do as Matt had ordered.

He jumped up, grabbed a switch, went to her, ripped off the black strips binding her bulging tits, yanked upward on her nipple chain and swiftly whipped her big tits, greasy with oil, sweat and cum, till they were covered with fresh striations. When she’d stopped yelling, Matt dropped the nipple chains and she crawled to Angie, where she swiped her thick long tongue along the girl’s crack and sucked up Justin’s still-hot spunk from the teen’s gaping pussy lips. There was so much cum that she was slurping it up.

Justine had never felt more debased or humiliated, forced to lick her son’s jizz from her daughter’s cunt. But, she was deeply convinced, that disgusting act was nothing other than what she deserved – if not worse.

Matt and Justin watched as their cum still dribbled from the well-used holes of all three of their subs: the teens’ stretched young cunts and assholes, and both of Justine’s well-used holes. Once Justine had cleaned up all of Justin’s spunk, Matt called her over.