The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Have you been staying away from your sister?” Susy closed Patrick’s bedroom door softly. She turned to Patrick, who sat pulling on his long thing on his bed. To think she had been so worried about walking in on her eighteen-year-old son not long ago. She knew how teenage boys were with their hormones. But now, she almost sort of hoped she’d catch him with his penis in his hands.

“We haven’t had sex again.” Patrick looked up at his beautiful mother. It was true that Sally hadn’t let him stick it in her since the incident at the church. But she had taken to giving him clandestine blowjobs when Susy was otherwise occupied. His redheaded sister would murmur and shudder as she gulped down Patrick’s seed.

“Good.” Susy unbuttoned her swing skirt and carefully stepped out of it. Her shapely legs were pale and radiant in the early afternoon light. “I just wish she’d go back home to Jack. But I can’t just throw her out, can I?”

“No. Sally just wants to have a little time away from Jack.” Patrick worked his long cock with his hands, his skinny arms shaking. He watched Susy’s hips wiggle as she removed her panties. There were few things more alluring to Patrick than that brown triangle between his mother’s legs. Well, there was Donna’s copper triangle.

“A little space is sometimes good for a marriage.” Susy lifted her blouse over her head. She watched Patrick’s brown eyes dart all over her body through his thick, tortoiseshell glasses. She smiled to herself. It had been a long time since her husband, Fred, had admired her like that. “Speaking of marriage, have you been staying away from the tutor, too? You’ll ruin her taste for her husband with that thing between your legs.” Susy eyed the bluish head as it oozed its warmup fluid. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

“I love Donna, Mom.” Patrick knew he had a sheen of sweat all over his naked body, and wondered if that had been what drew his mother into his bedroom. They had been humping regularly since the bacchanal at the church, but it usually followed some sweat on Patrick’s part. He couldn’t smell his mother’s sweat at all at the moment, but he no longer needed it to persuade him to take her. He was a little ashamed to admit that he had given in and wanted her apart from whatever was happening to Portsmith. “And she’s not my tutor. She’s an investigator. I’m helping her uncover the mystery of the meteor and …” His voice trailed away when Susy’s tits dropped out of their bra. Her nipples and areolae seemed to be darkening over the past week or so. They begged for Patrick’s mouth.

“At first I thought it was just your fevered teenage brain.” Susy walked over to him with a smirk on her face, enjoying the effect her bare, wobbling breasts had on him. She pushed his hands away from his thing and climbed onto his lap. She had to sit high above him to maneuver his penis upright under her, which she did. “Now I wonder if you might be right about your meteor. Ugghhhhhh.” Her wet vagina spread for him as she let gravity pull her down its almost comical length. It was a miracle every time that it fit inside her. Her hips bucked against him and she placed her hands on his meager chest, pushing him down to the mattress. “I mean, I can’t stop doing … ugh … ugh … ugh … this with you. I know it … isn’t right … ah … ah … but here we are again.”

“Donna and I are … going to get to … the bottom of it, Mom.” Patrick adjusted his glasses. When he let his mother control their lovemaking, she was always so tender and sweet. She bounced on him now, not letting more than a quarter of his length out of him on every upstroke. He could tell from the way her mouth twisted that she was quite happy. “I mean … if Donna and I fix this … do you want to stop doing … uh … uh … this with me?”

“We have … to stop … eventually.” Susy looked down at Patrick’s handsome face with distant eyes. She saw sweat drip off her chin and splatter his glasses. “Your father would … ugh … never understand. We … have to … stop … sometime … uuuugggghhhhhhh.” Her whole body gave a violent shake and Susy climaxed on her son’s long pole. Her mind fragmented and all she knew was pleasure.

Soon, Susy found herself on her belly clutching at Patrick’s sheets, desperately trying to hold on as he assailed her vagina from behind. As gentle as she tried to be with her son, he had no such interest. He always humped her with the intense need of a desperately thirsty man arriving at the oasis. “You’re … going to … break … me … sugar,” Susy said between clenched teeth. She had no idea how he hadn’t already broken her with his monstrous thing. But, instead of splitting her in two, Patrick gave her the most intense joy of her life. “Go … ahead … and do it …” Susy always told herself she wouldn’t let him fill her when she had the calm, cool resolve of distance. But with him pumping her insides like an animal, she always ended up asking for it. “Fill … oooohhhhh … mmmeeeeeeeeee.”

“I’m gonna … explode …” Patrick had a firm grip on her upper butt, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His hips went erratic. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” The surges of his life-making fluid pushed deep into his mother. He slammed her a few last times and then lay down on her smooth back, his dick still firmly entrenched in her.

“I hope … Sally … didn’t hear … that …” Susy panted.

“Probably … not …” Patrick kissed her pale, sweaty shoulder. The whole neighborhood probably heard that. He was sure that his sister had not missed his mom’s wailing. His hips started moving again. The squelch of Susy’s full pussy filled the room.

“Oh … sugar … again?” Susy looked to her left. She could see her knuckles turn white as her grip tightened again. Her wedding ring glinted at her, half buried in the sheets.

“Just … one … more … time.” Patrick lifted himself up, his hands on her lower back for support. “I … need … more.”

“Oooohhhhh,” Susy squealed.

Sally sat on her bed, her back supported by her pillows. She was naked, with her legs spread wide. She worked her love button furiously as she listened to her brother breed her mom. They had been going at it all afternoon.

Something about listening to the all-powerful Susy Lannit give in to her goofy, bespectacled son drove Sally wild. She could hear almost everything through the thin walls. Sally tensed and orgasmed again. She thought about her little sister away at college. Adeline was even more self-possessed than their mother. Would she turn into a floosy too when faced with the new Patrick? The thought sent Sally’s pleasure spiraling.

It would be difficult to keep Patrick from between her legs forever. Touching herself while listening to him take their mother over the last few days had taken the edge off. As had the ecstasy of him spurting down her throat. She owed it to her husband, Jack, to try whatever she could to keep his dick from filling her again. As long as it didn’t mean going home to Jack. Not quite yet, at least. She needed more time in Portsmith. And maybe her sister did, too.

“Get down here now, Roy.” Nathaniel looked at the pile of Roy’s stuff piled in the middle of the kitchen. One of Roy’s sweaters, his backpack, and a sock for some reason. Nathaniel fumed. “I mean right now.”

“What’s the deal, daddio?” Roy sauntered into the kitchen.

“Clean up your mess,” Nathaniel growled. He loosened his bowtie and regarded his slovenly son. Roy’s collared shirt was incorrectly buttoned and hung out of his pants. He was sweating like a fat pig and looked quite insouciant. Nathaniel set down his briefcase. “Well?” But his son didn’t make a move toward the pile.

“You need to cool your jets, Father.” Roy smiled.

“What’s wrong dear?” Amanda walked into the kitchen straightening her dress and fixing her black hair.

“You look flustered, Amanda.” Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at his wife.

“Oh … I was …” Amanda quickly put her left hand behind her back. Her wedding ring was still in her butt where Roy liked her to put it. “I was … just cleaning …”

“Not in here, obviously.” Nathaniel glared down at Roy’s pile.

“Jump.” Roy whispered to her, a dark grin spreading on his face. He smacked her butt while his father was distracted with the pile. Amanda started hopping up and down.

“You need to stop indulging that boy. He’s eighteen. It’s about time he …” Nathaniel looked up at his jumping wife. He could clearly see her boobs bouncing under her dress. Even when she was pregnant with Roy and Annie, she hadn’t had a body like that. He wondered if she was letting herself go. “What on Earth are you doing, Amanda?”

“Oh … I’m … just … getting … some exercise.” She kept hopping. The first beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

“Well, knock it off.” Nathaniel sat down at the kitchen table. “You look ridiculous. This whole family seems to be acting quite odd. Be a dear, quit your exercise and make me a martini.” He turned his dark eyes on his smiling son. “And you. Wipe that grin off your face or I’ll wipe it for you. And clean … clean … clean …” Nathaniel’s brain fogged over. He had the distinct impression that his wife was still bouncing. “Clean … clean … clean …”

“Great, Mom, you broke Dad.” Roy laughed and walked over to his old man. He waved his hand in front of Nathaniel’s face. Nothing. “Now, where were we?” He turned to his mom and dropped his pants. It was a wonder his persnickety father hadn’t noticed the hard snake running down his trouser leg. He tossed away his shirt, pants, and underwear, now only wearing one sock. His knobby, blackish dick stood horribly out from his body.

“I was telling you we … had to stop … because your father would be home soon.” Amanda stopped jumping and took a deep breath. “Put that away. We’re done for today. I’ll make dinner while your poor father recovers.”

“Nah … I don’t want to.” Roy stepped over to her, his dick and belly swaying about, and grabbed his mother about the waist.

“Roy … you can have me again … tomorrow … after he leaves for work.” She struggled against him, but her heart wasn’t in the fight. Even with her comatose husband staring right through her. “Roy?” She let him bend her over the kitchen table, her ringless left hand inches away from her husband’s clenched fist. “Not the butt … not the butt! My ring is still in there.”

“Right.” Roy eased his massive tool into her pussy and listened to her coo. “Give me some good pussy, Mom. And maybe I won’t have to stop by Annie’s room … ah … ah … when she gets home.” The sound of his hips on her ass, and his balls flopping against her thighs, filled the kitchen.

Amanda pushed her butt back, meeting his fierce lunges with her own. If she could satisfy him, maybe he would leave her daughter alone. Ever since the church incident, she had heard grunting and thumping coming from Annie’s room on most nights. She knew what Roy was doing to his twin sister. And she was pretty sure he wasn’t using protection. But she couldn’t confront her son about it. “Just give me … uh … uh … everything you’ve got … in those giant sacks … Roy.” Maybe she could be Annie’s protection if she satisfied him.

They humped like that for a while, violently slamming into each other. Nathaniel stared vacantly through his wife’s tortured face. And as her orgasms cascaded, Amanda stared right back through her dumb husband. Her defilement was now happening right under his nose, and Nathaniel would do nothing about it. Amanda lowered her gaze to the table.

“You think … Dad … can see us?” Roy reached for her hair and pulled back so that she was forced to look at her husband.

“I pray … he can’t.” Amanda squealed and groaned out another climax, her vagina clenching on the pistoning member.

“I should just force you … to kick him out of the house.” Roy didn’t let up as he neared his own ending. His belly smacking against his mother’s ass.

“No.” Amanda tried to shake her head, but Roy still gripped her hair firmly. She was at his mercy.

“I should make you bring me more women.”

“No,” she squeaked.

“How’s Nanna and Aunt Peg?” He let go of her hair and curled his fingers around her hips.

“You … wouldn’t …” How had Amanda raised such a dirty boy.

“I would. I’m going to knock up … every woman in Dad’s life …” Slobber flew from Roy’s mouth, but he didn’t care. “Starting … with … you …” Roy let out a scream that would have deafened his father if the old man could hear properly. He unloaded deep inside Amanda, holding his dick all way in so that it jerked and twitched in her womb.

“EEezzzzzzzzz.” Amanda tried to tell him off, but her final orgasm of the day was her strongest. It always was magical when she took his seed. By the time she recovered, Roy had already left the room. Amanda stood bent over the kitchen table for a good long while, until she felt Roy’s stuff dribbling out of her.

“I’ll clean up … and then … make us some supper,” she said to her statue of a husband. She straightened, moved around the room picking up Roy’s things, and then stumbled off toward the stairs. She desperately needed a shower before starting her wifely duties.

A line of women in crisp, olive green skirt-uniforms walked out of the back of the hotel. Patrick watched them with wonder as they piled into several sedans that were waiting for them and drove off in a hurry. What was that about? Patrick leaned his bike against a light post and walked to the hotel’s back entrance. He tried to find some inner resolve. He and Donna needed to actually work on the mystery and not just lose themselves in each other’s bodies for another afternoon.

Patrick knocked on the door of the room Donna had reserved for them.

“Well, hello there, junior investigator.” A low voice approached from down the hall.

“Oh … hello …” Patrick turned to see Mark Farmer strolling toward him, dressed in his suit, bowtie, and fedora.

“I thought you were out investigating with Donna. Where is she?” Mark looked around the obviously empty hall.

A cold sweat broke out on Patrick’s forehead. If Donna opened that door, Mark would know his wife was up to no good. The handle jiggled as Donna unlocked it from the inside. “I meant … hello, Mr. Farmer,” Patrick nearly yelled the words, praying Donna would hear him through the door. The handle stopped jiggling.

“I’m right here, young man. No need to shout.” Mark tilted his head at Patrick, puzzled. “You look a little peaked. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just so nice to see you, Mr. Farmer,” Patrick yelled again.

“Where’s Donna?” Mark narrowed his eyes. Obviously, something was wrong.

“She sent me back to … um … give you a message.” Patrick looked at the door. “That’s why I’m knocking on your door.”

“That’s not my door.” Mark looked at the room number and seemed to make a mental note of it. “Are you feeling all right? Where’s my wife?”

“She’s in the library. She’s working on a theory.” The wheels turned in Patrick’s head. He needed to come up with something plausible. “I am feeling a little under the weather. And that got us to thinking, if something wanted to affect all of us at once. You know, if something wanted to make us sick. How would it do it?” Patrick was stalling.

“The air?” Mark shrugged. “We could breathe it in.”

“Yes, but …” Patrick waved his finger as he thought. “That would be too diffuse, right? Something more direct.”

Mark shrugged again.

“The water supply, Mr. Farmer.” Patrick smiled at the realization. “Something would use the water supply to get to everyone in town at once. We all drink the water.”

“That’s … smart.” Mark furrowed his eyebrows and thought over the implications. “Did you come up with this theory?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it seems I’ll have to promote you to senior, junior investigator.” Mark patted Patrick on the shoulder, his concern over his wife and the boy’s health forgotten. “So, Donna’s looking up the source of the town’s water supply at the library, and she sent you to give me an update?”

“Exactly.” Patrick nodded.

“Well done, lad.” Mark walked past Patrick toward the door. “Consider me updated.”

“Where are you going?” Patrick watched him walk to the end of the hall and open the outer door.

“My wife wants me to be a shut-in, but I feel it’s quite safe to go for a stroll from time to time. And it’s lucky I did or you would have been knocking on the wrong door all day.” Mark laughed. “Maybe I’ll pick up a carton of milk while I’m out. No more water for me.” He waved goodbye and exited the hotel.

Patrick took a deep breath. Had he really just cracked the case? He knocked on the door again. “It’s me, he’s gone.”

Donna opened the door, her cute, little nose wrinkled with worry. “What happened?”

“We need to go to the library.” Patrick took her soft hand, but let her pull him into the room. She closed the door after them. And he told her what he and her husband had unraveled. But that was not all that unraveled.

Ten minutes later, Donna’s large, teardrop breasts flopped on her chest as she rode her senior, junior investigator’s cock with great bounding lunges. “You’re right … we … need … to … investigate the water supply … oooohhhhhh … my lord.” Her glasses hung halfway off her nose and slipped a little farther with each violent impact her body absorbed.

“Do you want … to investigate … with my stuff … inside you?” Patrick smiled up at his girlfriend. He wondered if Mark would hear their grunting through the door when he returned from his stroll.

“Be a dear … and fill … me … up …” Donna’s glasses finally fell off her face and bounced on the hotel bed next to them. She screamed when she felt that familiar heat spread through her insides.

Donna ran out of the hotel room, clicking her kitten heels on the hallway linoleum. A minute later, Patrick followed her out, carefully looking both ways. They had decided they needed to go to the library after Patrick’s second orgasm, but they were both terrified of running into Mark. If he was walking out the back entrance, and his room was at the front of the hotel, they weren’t quite sure on an escape plan. They decided speed was of the essence.

As Patrick fumbled the key in the hotel doorknob, a pretty blonde woman in a military uniform strode past him. She gave him a sweet, half-crescent smile and kept on walking. Patrick couldn’t help but stop his work with the key and watch her disappear down the hall. He loved the way her butt wiggled in the that tight, olive green skirt. When she turned a corner, heading to the front of the hotel, Patrick finished locking the door and headed to the back entrance.

A blonde woman stepped in through the back door in a green uniform. She gave Patrick a sweet, half-crescent smile, and passed Patrick in the hall walking toward the front of the hotel.

It was impossible, but it was the same woman that had passed him before. Patrick turned and watched her butt wiggle in her tight, olive green skirt. It was definitely the same woman going in the same direction. There was no way she could have doubled back around the hotel in the few seconds it took her to disappear down the hall and then reenter the building. “Excuse me?” Patrick felt like he needed to see if she was real. Was he going crazy?

“Yes?” The woman stopped and turned in her heels to face him, that same smile still on her face. “What can I do for you, young man?”

“Um …” Patrick didn’t like the way she looked at him. There was something feral hidden deep behind her pale, blue eyes. “I thought you dropped something. Never mind.”

The woman stepped toward Patrick. “Perhaps we should have a talk, you and I.” The woman had a high voice, but there was a bit of steel to it. “Shall we step into your room there?” That sweet smile broadened.

“I … have to go.” Patrick turned and ran out the back entrance. He grabbed his bike from the light pole, hopped on, and raced it over to the bushes where Donna had said she’d wait for him. Sure enough, she was there. He stopped the bike. “Get on. Hurry.” He turned his head and saw the blonde woman emerging from the hotel’s back door.

“What’s the matter?” Donna hopped on the seat and held onto Patrick’s skinny chest from behind. “Did you see Mark?” She always felt ridiculous riding with Patrick on his bicycle, but it would be so much worse if Mark caught her clinging onto Patrick while she teetered on the seat behind him.

“Not Mark.” Patrick pumped the peddles and they careened down the alley. He spared one glance over his shoulder and didn’t see the blonde woman. “There was a woman. There was something off about her.”

“I saw two women go into the hotel while I was waiting.” Donna’s grip tightened on Patrick’s cardigan and her face went pale as he swerved around a corner.

“They were the same woman.” Patrick peddled harder. He turned left toward the library.

“They both had on the same uniform.” The bike bounced over some potholes, and Donna’s abused vagina protested as it hopped on the seat.

“No, they were the same exact woman.” Patrick looked behind them again. No one there. He finally slowed the speeding bike down to a more sustainable pace. “They had the same face.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But I think so.” Patrick was sweating from his effort.

“Fascinating.” Donna breathed in the dark, jungle scent of Patrick’s perspiration. Her body responded with familiar urges. “It’s like the Fortimer Triangle cases. The same woman followed herself everywhere. But we found that to be a manifestation of Kumokum.”

“A manifestation of what?”

“Kumokum is an Indian deity. A coyote trickster. We had a case in Oregon where …” Donna was now having trouble concentrating. She needed more of her boyfriend’s semen. “I’ll tell you about it later. Pull into that alley over there.”

“What’s wrong?” Patrick turned the bike off the road and they coasted into a dark alley.

“It’s embarrassing.” Donna stepped off the bicycle and adjusted her glasses. “Just stand by that wall and take down your trousers.” She watched as Patrick did as he was told. She then pulled up her skirt, pushed her panties to the side, and turned her butt toward him. “I need it, again.”

“Here?” Patrick didn’t wait for an answer. It was odd having sex with this prim, dignified wife in a dirty alley, but he wasn’t going to say no. He stepped up behind her and slid his dick inside. “Aaaahhhhhhh. How are you so tight?”

“Fill me … quickly, Pat.” Donna put her hands on the mossy brick wall and pushed back at him. “Anyone could walk by.” They were somewhat hidden from the street, but not completely. What had she become that she now had sex with her teenage boyfriend in public? All she needed was for some sweet grandmother to decide to take a shortcut through their alley. “Quickly …” Waves of pleasure surged through her.

“How … are you … still … so … tight?” Patrick hammered away at her. Fifteen minutes later, they were back on the bike, another load of his stuff deep inside her.

“Go away, Roy.” Annie sounded exasperated.

“Let me in, Annie.” Roy knocked on her door again. “I’ve got what you want.”

“You don’t have anything I want.” Annie turned up her record player, trying to drown out Roy.

“Leave your sister alone, Roy.” Amanda stuck her head out of her bedroom and looked down the hall.

“Go back to bed, Mom.” Roy smiled at his mother.

“But, Roy, darling …” Amanda didn’t know what to say. “Just … go easy on her.”

“Roger that.” Roy gave his mother a two-finger salute, and watched her disappear back into her bedroom. He knocked on the door again. “Annnnniiiieeeeeeeee. Open the dooooorrrrrrrr.”

The door swung open and Annie stood there in her pajamas, her eyebrows knitted in anger. “I said, leave me …” But her voice trailed off when she saw her fat pig of a brother was naked and his dark, knobby dick was pointed right at her. Her face went slack and she took a deep breath. The smell was of earth, and growing things, and dark secrets. She could see the glisten of her brother’s sweat catching the light from her room on his protruding belly. “You’re … um … leaking on the floor.” She could see a steady stream of precum dribbling down the head. So much of it. Her gaze fell to his overripe balls. Did he store his precum there along with his other cum? Annie didn’t know.

“Out of the way, bitch.” Roy pushed her aside and brazenly walked into the room. The record player blasted out Elvis Presley’s Hound Dog. Roy let it play.

“Hey … you’re going to be in so much trouble walking around like that. Get out.” Annie put her hands on her hips. It was hard to believe she’d shared their mother’s womb with a disgusting twin like Roy.

“Mom knows I’m here.” Roy chuckled. “She wants me to go easy on you.” He had a sarcastic lilt to his voice.

“I’ll tell Dad.”

“And then I’ll tell him about what we’ve been up to since the church. You want him to know that?” Roy halfway turned and slammed the door.

“No.” Annie looked at the floor and frowned. Her brown hair bobbed a little in its ponytail.

“Well?” Roy faced his dick toward her and put his hands on his hips.

“Well, what?”

“Well, come suck it, bitch.” Roy wiggled his hips so that his stiff dick made small circular motions in the air.

“Don’t call me that.” Annie’s eyes found her brother’s dick. She couldn’t look away. The smell that followed him into her room seemed to open her up.

“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog, Annie. My bitchy sister.” Roy kept his dick swaying in circles, enjoying how his sister’s eyes moved as they followed its path. “Now get over here.” He watched her pretty pink lips part.

“You are so gross.” Annie stepped over to him, dropped to her knees, and reached out for his dick. She stopped its motion with her hands, softly squeezing and milking it. His dick’s weight was … odd. It was like the thing was made of lead. She tried not to think of her poor boyfriend, Bobby. “Let’s be quick. I want to go back to listening to my music.”

“Sure.” Roy watched her stretch her mouth wide and slurp on his head. When his precum hit her tongue, he could see her eyelids flutter and her shoulders shake. She looked so awkward, with his big thing in her delicate mouth. Such pretty, snotty teenagers weren’t supposed to gobble on big, ugly cocks. Roy grabbed her ponytail and forced more of himself down her throat. The sputtering, gurgling sounds were pure perfection to Roy. With the task of taking him in her mouth before her, Annie had stopped stroking him. “Pump it … too … bitch …”

Annie’s cheeks burned with shame at performing for her pig of a brother while he called her such horrible names, but she pumped him with her hands as asked. The thought of the ecstasy that his cum would bring her now pushed most other thoughts out of her brain. She bobbed her head with his encouragement, getting almost a quarter of his great length down her throat. She wondered if he’d someday make her take more than that. Her gagging subsided as she adjusted to the monster, and she worked hard to bring on his completion. “Ggggggppppphhhhhhh.” She wanted to encourage him to give it to her, but of course words were impossible while she serviced him. She trembled in anticipation. The expectation of what he had in his balls for her was a pleasure better than anything her boyfriend had given her. And that was just the appetizer with Roy. She worked him for a good long while as Elvis sung in the background. Goodness, she really was a stupid bitch of a hound dog.

“You … ready … Sis?” Roy tightened his grip on her ponytail. He wouldn’t let his dick leave her mouth until he’d completely erupted. He wanted her to swallow it all.

“Mmmmpppppphhhhhhhh.” Annie squeezed her eyes tight. Please, she thought. Please drown her in that amazing stuff. Then she heard Roy croak out a long grunt of satisfaction, and her mouth was awash in his hot, salty mess. The bliss was so intense, that Annie lost track of her body. When the tide ebbed, she found herself on her back, her pajama front covered in cum. “Far out …” Her voice was so high and slight, her body still giving little convulsions as aftershocks hit her.

“How do you want it?” Roy leaned down and tore her pajama top open. Buttons ricocheted around the room. Her small tits reminded him of his mother before her body’s recent changes. He roughly pinched Annie’s puffy right nipple and watched her body spasm in response.

“What?” Annie blinked. Did he still want more? He was so ravenous with her. She watched him with vacant eyes pull off her bottoms and underwear. “Condom?” It was almost a question she was asking herself. On the one hand, she should protect her eggs from his swimmers. On the other hand, if they were going to do it, she wanted to feel the rapture of his cum again.

“Nah.” Roy picked her up and tossed her halfway on the bed, so that her legs were still on the floor and her ass was up in the air. “I probably already knocked you up anyway.” He admired her butt. Not nearly as wide and round as their mother’s. But enough curves to let anyone know she was a woman built for babies. He smacked her pale right cheek.

“Ouch.” Annie gripped the sheets, ready for the coming onslaught. “Go easy on me. Remember what Mom said.”

“Nah.” Roy bent his knees, got behind her, and slid his dick into her. She was sopping wet. He admired her once tight pussy as it clamped around his bulging veins. “You never went easy on me.” He sunk all the way inside her and felt his balls rest up against her trim thighs. “So, I’m not gonna go easy on you.” With that, he grabbed her hips and pounded away at her pussy. He could tell from the stupid sounds she made, and the way the small muscles in her back tightened that she was already cumming.

“Ugh … Roy … you … dumb … jerk … oooohhhhhhhhhhh.” Her head tossed side to side, her ponytail whipping around.

“Shut up … uh … uh … uh … and take it.” Roy tightened his grip on her hips and smashed her. His sister seemed to have taken his advice. She didn’t say anything else but grunts, shrieks, and the occasional nonsense she blurted during her orgasms. “You got … a sweet pussy … Annie. Too bad … Bobby … can’t have what I’m … having.” He looked down at her tight little asshole and wondered if she was ready for that. Did he care? No. He slid out of her, his dick slick with her juices, and positioned himself up against her little pink hole.

“Wait … wait … I didn’t mean to call you … a jerk.” Annie’s mind told her to get up and run, but instead she gripped the sheets tighter. “Not there. You’ll ruin me, Roy. Not … aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” It pushed at her and she resisted. For a second, she thought she would be able to keep it out of her butt if she clamped tight enough, but only for a second. Then it was in. Pain flashed at her and then that was gone. The thing moved deep into her guts and new pleasure crept over her. But she didn’t have time to slowly explore the new sensations, Roy’s hips pounded into her again and soon she was taking his massive penis just like she had in her pussy. “Oh … God … Oh … Roy …” Annie shut her eyes tight and quivered as she had her first anal orgasm. She wondered what it would be like to have that powerful cum up her ass. She decided she was ready to find out. “Cum … Roy … ugh … ugh … ugh …” She pushed back against him. “Cum … for me.”

“Almost …” Roy had a pretty good rhythm going, but the way his sister pushed back at him was out of sync. He was so used to the way older women matched his moves, that it was a little off-putting to have her exuberantly shake her ass like that. She felt like a new dance partner that kept stepping on his toes. Roy put his hands just above her ass on the small of her back to hold her down. That worked. “Gonna … resize … your … bitchy … ass.”

“Oooooohhhhhhhhh.” Annie didn’t bother to tell him that he’d already resized it. She wouldn’t ever be the same.

“Gonna … cum … gonna … cum … gonna … aaaaaahhhhhhh.” He roared and emptied himself up her butt. She screamed as she took his seed, almost harmonizing with Elvis in the background. It was paradise in Annie’s ass and Roy was going to return again and again. When he was done, his body shook a few more times, and then he pulled out of her. She was babbling, so he grabbed her shoulder and turned her over. Her face was completely slack, her mouth open. Drool ran down her chin over the dried cum from earlier.

“So … good … so … good …” Annie mumbled and slid to the floor, her chin resting on her chest.

“Thanks, Annie.” Roy shook his softening dick and flicked a few drops of cum at her. “Enjoy your music.” He realized that the record was over, and the player was filling the room with the rhythmic scratching sound. He turned and left, leaving Annie to clean herself and her room whenever her brain started back up again. Roy was tired. He was ready for bed.