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MySingleGreatestChallenge

Title: My Single Greatest Challenge

Keywords: mF, inc, mom, son, mdom, nc, grandma, fF, daughter
Author: Caesar





* Read: 'My Second Greatest Challenge' for the previous episode

My Single Greatest Challenge

by Caesar, copyright 2001-2002

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:26 $

It was a simple question but I felt my heart pounding in my chest and

froze with a stupid open-mouthed gaze.

Mom looked from grandmother, her mom, to me and back again.

My frozen stupidity only lasted a mere couple of seconds but it was

long enough for me to realize that mom knew something was wrong. For

two people to overreact to the simple question of, "What are you two

up too?"

I looked over to my grandmother and saw that her face was flush white

beneath her makeup, her eyes looking guiltily down toward her feet.

The submissive response that I've come to know and enjoy.

Mom had unexpectedly come over to her mothers place, to pick me up for

a family supper tonight. No big deal right?

Well, mom was no dummy - she saw the strange reaction we gave her at

her seemingly polite question - though she would never imagine her son

and her mother were fucking up a storm would she?

In fact, I was staying here at my grandmothers house more nights than

staying at home. My excuse was that I was getting busier at college
and grandmother lived a few minutes walk from the campus. No one

would suspect a senior citizen to be living in complete submission of

her grandson - would they?

I rather enjoyed the last couple of months, a slave available at my

merest whim. And I used her expeditiously - and she loved every

second of it.

You see, grandma had the door to her sexuality opened by me - pleasure

and ecstasy were an unknown till I forced her to enjoy what I told her

too. She loved me, of course, but more than a grandparent, she loved

to pleasure me - because that was the path to her own pleasure.

Nether of us, any longer, cared that it was immoral, unethical and

illegal.

Never before had our little relationship come so close to being public

as in that few seconds when mom saw our reaction to her question.

-*-

"Honey - why haven't you been dating anyone lately?"

It was weeks after mom picking me up at grandma's, but I was instantly

suspicious of her question. "Ah mom! It just wouldn't be the same

since Georgia left." Which was true - Georgia was my third slave and

I had been crazy in love with her.

She seemed to drop it, thankfully. "Are you going to be home this

Saturday?"

I simply nodded 'no'.

-*-

Grandma knelt at my feet in the living room, she wore a towel wrapped

just below her armpits and had her head upon my naked thigh. Minutes

before we had coupled like animals and then showered together and I

knew my grandparent had enjoyed herself immensely, as she usually

does.

I was absentmindedly stroking her hair and flipping through the

channels on the television when my slave gently commented, "Gail came

over today."

I forced myself to simply relax and continue flipping through the

channels, but my heart was racing and my mind raging. mom must have

visited while I was at school. "Oh?"

"I think she suspects something."

The blood must have drained from my face and I realized that I sat

frozen in that position. Now, I had never seriously thought about the

consequences of someone finding out about my relationship with my

grandmother, but it was starting to get serious. "Why do you think

that?"

Grandma lifted her head from my lap and shrugged, "She is just acting

strange. She commented how good I looked today and asked me if I

found a boyfriend."

It was true, fucking agreed with grandma - she looked ten years

younger in my opinion. The strangest thing, and what grandma never

voiced, was that her daughter, my mom, never normally enquired into

her mothers love life.

Finally she asked, "Do you think we should slow down a little

darling?"

After a lengthy sigh, "Do you want to grandma?"

Immediately, "No."

"Neither do I." My cock twitched beneath my own towel, and I noticed

that grandma had quickly looked down at the jerking movement.

Then she continued, "I found what I have with you so late in my life

that I'll do anything not to jeopardize that." I wondered what

'anything' meant? "Please don't leave me James?" 'Leave' her meant

stop fucking her.

A tear was sliding down one cheek and lifted my hand to cup the side

of her face softly, "I have no plans on 'leaving you' my little girl."

'Little girl' was this verbal game we played.

She pressed the side of her face firmly into my hand and smiled up at

me. "I want you James." Meaning she wanted to fuck me.

I wanted her too.

"Come here grandma." She quickly shed her towel and crawled up upon

my lap - fishing beneath my own wrap, she found me hard and ready.

Her sex, as I have come to expect, was hot wet and ready as she sunk

down upon me.

-*-

I didn't mean too but I started to think about my mom finding out

about grandma and me. What I mean is that I became obsessed on the

topic of mom suspecting her son and his grandmother having

intercourse. I started to go to lengths to deceive her on my

whereabouts and actions. I spent time watching her while trying not

to be watched. I wanted to figure out what she knew and what she

would do with any knowledge if she knew about it.

It wasn't to great effect - I learnt next to nothing.

But something else happened, actually an idea.

You see, mentally I have been boasting to myself about how great a

challenge it was to get my grandmother to be my slave. It was the

greatest huddle a man could ever do, I imagined. Yet, there was

something, or rather someone, even a greater challenge was there not?

Mother was in her early forties and attractive, in her middle-aged

sort of way. I've never, and I mean ever, looked upon her with the

gaze that I've only started - as a sexual woman, a possible slave.

Now that, without a doubt, would be my single greatest challenge -

would it not?

I already have a slave, of course. One that I was partial too

actually - fucking grandma was fun and I did not want it to end.

Seducing my own parent, while it seemed impossible, had to be worth

the risk. If only for the immoral pleasure of mounting your own

mother.

Where grandma had a tiny thin frame, mom had a voluptuous tiny frame.

Grandma had average sized breasts, mom had these big mammeries that

seemed obnoxious on such a small woman. They actually made her look

fat, but I had known since a child, they it was all breasts instead of

fat. Grandma had a rather large round ass, mother had a round better

proportioned bottom. Grandma had a nest of wrinkles about her eyes

and lips, mom only had small barely-noticeable lines.

They were the same but different, one aged the other ancient.

Suddenly, after weeks of watching her and contemplating my options

toward getting 'caught', I suddenly found myself desiring my mother.

Could mom be a natural submissive as her mother was?

They certainly had a different background. Grandma grew up in a

strict poor household, where anything sexual was taboo and severely

extinguished. mom also grew up in a strict household, but closer to

middle-classed, and from what I gathered mom was kind of a tramp

before she met dad, rebelling in the values her parents attempted to

teach her.

Perhaps this was the one time to test another theory of mine out, if

being submissive lay in the genes. Could mother be as submissive to

her sexuality, to me, as grandmother is?

-*-

Mom picked me up at grandmas after work, as asked. I jumped in the

car and quickly leaned over to kiss her. In the process my hand

grasped the upper region of her slack-covered thigh and pressed my

lips against her cheek, near her mouth.

I sat back, just as quickly, and buckled myself in and pretended to be

looking away.

Mother sat frozen for several seconds before putting her BMW into

drive to speed away.

Out the corner of my eye I watched her.

She had to know; could she not smell it? Feel it upon her skin? Even

see the damp patch on her wool slacks?

You see, I had just come from between my grandmothers legs. Timing it

cautiously, I orally pleasured my grandparent to a generous orgasm -

meaning I had leisurely licked and fingered her hungry cunt and ass.

When I had placed my hand upon moms thigh, it was still dripping with

grandma's juices. When my lips pressed upon mom's cheek, near her

lips and just below her nose, I left a damp patch of her own mothers

sexual spend.

So out of it, after her orgasm, that grandma had no idea I had ran out

of her own dripping with her juices - not sure if she would have cared

regardless.

Mom, on the other hand, was looking at me frequently, at my face and

at my hands. She was sniffing frequently and I saw her reach up to

wipe the juice from her cheek before sniffing her fingers deeply.

Her eye widened impossibly and I knew that my own mother now knew of

my incestuous relationship with my grandmother.

-*-

I never had a plan, so little did I know about my own mothers

sexuality, but I went on instinct and my own desire to win this

challenge.

Mom received my blatant non-verbal message about her mother and me

rather well, considering the subject manner. I mean we didn't get

into an accident on the way home or anything.

Sometime that very evening she did come into my room looking like the

wrath of god.

"James what the hell is going on with you and your grandmother?"

Its almost comical if you watch someone who is trying to be quiet

while acting furious and non-shouting. mom looked like she was going

to pop a blood vassal.

"What do you mean mom?"

I could see that she wanted to slam the door but dare not, it closed

silently behind her. "Its wrong James and its disgusting! How could

you?"

"Your talking about grandma and me having sex aren't you?" I was

purposely being obtuse, throwing this into my mothers face. She was

libel to figure it out eventually regardless of my callus actions.

Hearing me say those words though, had an instant affect upon my

mother, and she stalled in her lashing out. Finally, after a full

minute to calm herself, she continued, "When did it start James?"

"Just after I fixed that shelf in her closet."

Mom looked disgusted, "The one I sent you to fix?" More accurately,

the one she nagged me to fix. Was she already blaming herself because

this started when I was nagged to do some handiwork around

grandmothers house.

"Yes."

"It has to stop, now, James." She looked firm but calmer - like this

was the the real purpose the middle of the night visit, and mom was

thankful to finally get it out.

"No."

That surprised her - that and how calmly I spoke it. She shook her

head and expanded upon her order, "You must James! Its wrong. Its

illegal. Its...!"

"Mom?"

She stopped in her logical reasoning why a grandson does not have sex

with his grandparent, and nodded for me to ask my question. The look

of extreme displeasure and forced patience written upon her brow.

"I don't want you to say anything to grandma about what you know." It

was calmly spoken but obviously not a request - but an order.

I've never talked to my mom that way before and we both knew it.

Her mouth hung open for several seconds before she asked, "My god, you

can't be serious?"

"I am."

Her arms crossed over her chest, "Tell me why I shouldn't ask my own

mother why she is molesting my son?"

I couldn't help it, her choice of words seemed so inappropriate to my

relationship with grandma, that I broke out laughing. I quickly

regained control of my faculties, though I had angered mother even

more by me outburst. "Because if you do I'll have to spank you." My

heart actually fluttered when I said those words - and though I had

not intended on saying it, I had no regrets once the words were out.

It was, after all, my favourite form of punishment for one of my

slaves.

My room suddenly seemed dark and cool, the silence now thicker than

the air. So much so, that neither of us could breath calmly.

"First thing tomorrow morning I'm going to go over to moms house and

confront her James. And you can do nothing about it."

This was it, the moment in our lives when we become adults. Most

certainly this could not be the way that the majority handle it.

My heart, pounding fast, allowed me to adjust from a compliant and

amused man to an angry, defencive one.

The thought that mother could hurt her mom, my grandmother, so lightly

made me furious. With barely contained rage I stood up from my bed.

Mom didn't look to sure of herself now, and I saw her peek behind her

at the closed door, probably sorry for closing it in retrospect. She

had to see my anger, feel the raw rage in my cluttered room almost

electrify the hairs upon our heads.

My hand reached out quickly and grasped the front of her robe, mom
opened her mouth in fear even as I yanked her off her feet toward me.

I twisted and she landed among my messy bed, face down. A new energy

lay in the air, mothers fear of her son.

I jumped upon her, my knees straddling her waist so that I knelt upon

the bed, my hands twisting her head so that her face was exposed to

me. Just as her mouth opened, to scream was my guess, I clamped my

strong hand over it.

At that second I came to my senses and realized what I had done; knew

of the enormous shift to our lives by the actions I had went through.

There was only one option now, the only thing I could do in such a

situation.

Calmer now, I gently held my mother to my messy bed while I retrieved

one of my socks. Quickly, I removed my hand and then shoved the

soiled white cotton sock into her mouth.

I expected her to be flailing about, but mother just lay still upon my

bed, watching me over her shoulder with something like terror.

Sitting upon the edge of my bed, I then roughly dragged my tiny framed

mom over my lap. She didn't resist the whole time, strangely enough.

Then tore at her robe and satin nightgown up to her waist. Only then

did she attempted to roll away from me - a quick twist of her arm

behind her back stilled any remaining rebellion.

Mothers white ass seemed to shine in my dark room and I realized that

it wiggled delightfully as mother was undergoing violent shakes ever

few seconds.

The path was set and there was no turning away.

My hand came down with a deafening smack, her ass flattened and

reverberated wildly. mother suddenly straightened out her back and

screamed into my sock, already, visible in this dim light, a large red
hand-print was appearing upon her skin.

Again my hand came down and again. She was jerking about my lap, not

so much to get away but as a response to the pain stimuli her bottom

was undergoing.

I have no clue how many times I struck my own parent - but when my arm

was too sore to lift and my hand throbbing in time to the red welts

upon moms ass, I stopped.

I simply lowered my knees and mother rolled off my lap to the carpeted

floor before me.

That next moment, several things happened. First I realized I had one

huge aching hard cock - mother had to have felt it against her hip,

there would be no mistaking the aggressive bulge in my cotton warm up

pants. Second I looked down toward my boner and saw a dark spot upon

the gray cotton pants, directly where mothers sex had hovered over.

Finally, mother curled up into a ball before me and sobbed silently.

Her eyes, though, watched me with something between awe and terror. I

reached over and pulled the sock from her mouth and her gown over her

still exposed ass.

My anger was gone - but I felt no regret for what I did. "Grandma is

happy, maybe for the first time in her life... and you want to destroy

that?" Mom's only answer was to sob loudly - staring at me with a

strange hard look.

"Get out mom."

She began to claw her way to the door, crying all the way.

-*-

Nothing happened - nothing. mom certainly did not talk with her

mother about me. In fact, she never said anything at all to me about

her midnight intrusion or the spanking she received. I did notice her

wince a few times when she moved or sat that week, but no one else

seemed too.

A week passed when I came up to mom in the kitchen, "Mom, can you

drive me to grandma's?"

She looked wearily toward me, knowing why I was going, but nodded her

reluctant acceptance anyway. Outside grandmothers home, I unbuckled

my seat-belt and just as I was opening the passenger side door I

instructed a humiliating demand, "Come back in ninety minutes mom -

I'll be finished with grandma then."

When I exited grandmothers home, mother was sitting in the running

car, waiting as instructed. I slipped into the passenger seat and

leaned over to kiss mom.

She turned her cheek away, guessing where my lips had recently been,

so that I moistened a point just below her ear with my cunt-wet lips.

"Lets go mom. What's for supper - grandma really worked up an

appetite in me?"

Mother simply looked horrified at me.

-*-

That was the way it went the next month, mother dropping me off or

picking me up at my slave's residence.

At some point soon after that first ride, I would begin to give mother
some of the details of what I had done to her mom. Fuck, suck,

lick... mother heard me describe my actions with her mom, in great

detail. At first she appeared horrified and disgusted, but by the end

of the month she appeared to ignore me.

She asked me to stop of course, but I only laughed and told her, "I

would have thought you would want to know what makes grandma happy

mom?" That shut her up.

Was my mom a submissive like grandma?

Other than driving me to and from the slave's home, there was not much

evidence to go. I certainly had not pushed the boundaries, as I had

with grandma those first few weeks. Oh certainly I pushed the limits

of our prior relationship to new heights, but it was probably because

of mothers silence rather than any submissive quality I may or may not

have sensed.

I had to push her further, faster.

So, the next time mom and I drove home from grandma's, with me

reliving every sordid detail to mom, I slipped my hand over to her

lap. mom almost got in an accident as I slipped it beneath her long

woollen skirt, then tried to tear at my hand even as it found and

cupped the crotch of her cotton panties and her treasure beneath.

"Well, well. Looks like you enjoy hearing about grandma and me!" mom
was indeed wet and warm between her legs - the cotton noticeably

soaked.

"Please James... please!"

She drove up into our garage and put the car into park, my hand still

where I had initially placed it. mom turned toward me in her seat,

but said nothing - she looked rather sever though.

"Did you know that grandma loved to masturbate - used a vibrator too?"

After all the other details she had heard, mother never visually

responded to this piece of information but I thought I felt her sex

twitch beneath my hand.

"Do you masturbate often mom?"

"I'm getting out of this car right this minute James." She didn't

move and neither did my hand.

"Grandma's vibrator was white, what colour is yours mom?"

"This isn't right James and it has to stop."

I pulled my hand from beneath her skirt, "Your right mom." I brought

my hand to my face and laughed silently as mom watched me smell and

then taste her juices from my digits.

"Hum... not as strong as grandma's."

"God your disgusting...!" mom slammed the car after she got out.

-*-

That was the start of me openly fondling mother outside her panties or

pants - rubbing gently as I told her what I wanted to do with her

mother or what I had done. She never stopped me but she always acted

disgusted at my actions - her sex, though, lubricated quickly and

warmed my hand delightfully.

The chauffeured rides to grandmothers never stopped - my mother always

seemed available for that chore.

Grandmother noticed as well - and peering out of her closed curtains

at the running car before her home, she whispered as if her daughter
could hear her, "Do you think she knows?"

I was seated, naked, upon the couch - attempting to catch my breath

from the rather delightful sexual escapade we had just completed.

"Yea, she knows."

Grandma turned her face toward me, her mouth open in horror - the

blood already drained from the skin of her cheeks. Her naked exposed

thin body seemed to shrink before me.

The clock in the corner chimed and I realized with a malicious grin

that mother had been waiting for her son for nearly a half hour.

My grandmother brought her hands up, rather ridicules knowing how

intimately I knew every inch of her person, to cover her breasts.

Even tired as I was I sat up and growled, "What did you expect? mom
only wants you to be happy." Not really true - but I felt no guilt at

this little lie.

Stammering, "Really?"

I nodded. "Hell, I think she actually enjoys the thought of you and

I... together!"

Grandma's eyes got larger before she got up the nerve to ask, "Does

anyone else know?"

"Nope."

That seemed to revive her a little, and her breasts were again

exposed. Grandma peeked out the front window yet again, "Your mother
was always the wild one of my kids." This was spoken mostly to

herself rather than to me.

"We both love you grandma." She turned her head in surprise at my

statement - the word 'love' used so rarely between us.

"I love you too." She used the word frequently between us, but this

time her statement seemed to bring tears of joy to her soft eyes.

I stood up, my strength rapidly returning, and looked around for my

hastily discarded clothing. "Good - from know on I'll tell mom she

can wait for me here rather than in the car."

Grandmothers eyes shot up in surprise, but she continued to look out

the window between a crack in the drawn curtains.

-*-

Mom was staring at a magazine when I descended the stairs and came

into the living room. She was attempting to ignore me.

I was only wearing my boxer shorts and carrying the remainder of my

clothing when I came before her and pulled the magazine from her her

hands. She looked up at me in surprise, not from my appearance but by

my actions, and I turned the magazine over and pushed it back into her

hand.

Mother turned red, the magazine had been upside down.

As I sat across from mom and pulled on my socks, grandmother finally

followed me into the living room. She was wearing a new silk bathrobe

that I had purchased as a gift for her some weeks before. The robe,

which stopped just above her knees, allowed her white stocking-clad

legs to be revealed.

My mom could not take her eyes from her mother as the elder matron

came into the room. "Can I get either of you something to drink

before you go?"

I was proud of grandma, she was trying very hard to be casual about

our little circle of knowledge. Its only been a week since learning

that our relationship was known to her daughter - and in that week I

had dominated her into accepting the inevitable. The clothes she was

wearing now was what I had ordered her to wear minutes before.

"No thanks grandma. Mom?"

Mother was open mouth looking at her parent in such a foreign garb -

and do you know why, the older woman looked good.

Finally mom nodded negatively, still staring.

Grandma was slowly turning red from the scrutiny of her daughter
before her lover. It was obvious where we had just come from - what

we had been doing. Even if mother had not been waiting almost twenty

minutes and had to have heard her mother squeal in orgasm minutes

before - the situation was obvious.

Dressed I stood and cleared my throat to get mom's attention; "OK,

lets go mom." Grandma looked thankful that I was taking this awkward

situation out of her home. She would do what I ordered but she could

not silence decades of morality that went against nearly anything I

asked of her.

Mom went out the front door with me following, just inside the house I

turned and pulled grandmother to me suddenly. We kissed, my tongue

spearing into her mouth aggressively. I slipped my hand up between

the silk folds of her robe, pulling it wide apart, and fondled her

soft exposed average-sized breasts. Grandmother balked and froze at

my forwardness in such a public forum, her own daughter feet away, but

submissively did what I wished.

When I finally disengaged and turned I found mom standing a few feet

behind me with mouth open and eyes wide. Both ladies had red
embarrassed faces as we parted company.

Grandma pulled closed her robe even as I was climbing into mom's BMW,

her daughter not able to stop staring at her.

-*-

Minutes later, after turning away from grandmothers street, I softly

ordered, "Spread your legs mom."

Turning to me slowly we shared a look before mother spread her knees

as far as the drivers seat would allow.

My hand slipped beneath her skirt, across her hot thigh and directly

over the crotch of her panties.

Mother never said a word and simply kept driving.

Cupping her sex, which was wet enough to soak the cotton brief, I

started to press into the top of the groove with the tips of two

fingers - rotating and grinding them as I knew grandmother loved.

In response, mother hissed and grasped but did not attempt to close

her legs.

The the remainder of our drive I spoke softly, lewdly in her ear as I

fondled her clitoris through her panties. "Like listening to your mom
and son fuck don't you mom?" She never spoke a word. "Gets you hot

just listening to grandma scream in passion doesn't it?"

Mother barely got the car into our garage without hitting both the

edge of the wide door or putting it through the far wall. Yet as soon

as the BMW was out of drive she dropped her head back onto the neck

rest and allowed the orgasm to come.

Mother gasped, so much like her mother does, as the orgasm washed

through her body.

I slipped out of the car, knowing that I would not be missed for some

minutes - so out of reality had I left my own parent.

-*-

Mom knew I was boning grandma of course but she only started to

realize that it was something else, something more sinister about the

relationship. It was not a case of Spring - Winter passion, two

people, regardless of age, enjoying the passions of the other.

No, she started to realize that I was the dominant with grandmother.

With her too, she knew.

I openly fondled my grandparent before my mother now and grandma had

found a deviant joy in allowing her daughter to see her happiness. I

ordered my grandparent to wear some of the skimpiest clothing - sheer

lace often - parading her before mom's wide eyes. I would ask grandma

the lewdest questions regarding our intimacy and get a lewd answer

back - all within mothers range of hearing.

Between mother and I, I had withdrawn actually. After giving her the

orgasm in the car I rarely did more than pat her round sexy ass.

This forced mother to show her hand, to ask me if she could drive me

to my slave's home, asking me if the clothing she wore would be

acceptable and if it was anything but a skirt it never was. I would

succumb to some requests, letting her drive me to and from grandma's,

I would critique her clothing till she wore what I wished. But it

never went past that.

Mother wanted more but I never delivered - was it her submissive side

that drove her passions or only a middle-aged horny woman?

All this time Grandma was a happy woman - getting more and better cock

than any other period in her life. She worshipped me, bowed to my

phallus altar. Nothing I told her to do was denied.

Then, kneeling between her raised legs - my cock hard and immersed in

her sex, I told her, "I'm going to add mom to our fun grandma."

I felt her body almost chill - her sex seemed to freeze about my cock

and her passion died in seconds. Our eyes met and I saw hers tear up.

"Its that or our secret may get out."

She just stared at me.

Downstairs mother waited, frustrated but silent. I had found

something within her that she never knew existed - what was mirrored

in her parent. Grandma had a desperate desire within her - almost as

if she wanted to get as much of my cock for her pleasure before time

caught up with her. mother on the other hand, was in that early stage

of my domination - and I did not know what was laying within her soul

and unsure how right and wrong could possibly be accountable to her

forbidden passions.

I felt the need to reason with my slave, "You told me many times that

you would do anything to keep what we have?"

A tear rolled down her cheek.

"You have enjoyed these last couple of weeks, with mom seeing how much

of a slut you are?" Grandma, even after all this time, still hated to

be called a 'slut'.

Finally, she speaks, "That was different!"

"How is that different?"

She just swallowed loudly and turned her head away from me - suddenly

ashamed I would guess.

I pulled my hard cock from her body, a bawdy sucking sound echoing

through her room. I dressed slowly. "When you are ready to accept

mom... call me."

I stormed out of the room angry and a little frustrated.

It was supposed to go smoother than it had gone.

-*-

Mother was smug as she drove me home that afternoon from grandma's -

she had to have heard me slamming the door to her mothers bedroom, me

storming down to the living room. mom knew me better than any other

person, having raised me, and knew I was angry.

But her attitude, her pleasure with the way I stormed out of

grandmothers home was too much. Perhaps if I had not been frustrated

with my earlier actions with my grandparent - her juices drying upon

my dick even now - I would not have been as angry as I was.

"Turn down here." I pointed rudely.

Mother did as she was told but her pleasure and smugness quickly

disappeared, replaced with uncertainty.

I knew this road for years, gravel side road that lead down to a

little creek that some of the teenagers like to have bush parties at.

It was close to town but completely hidden from prying eyes.

Mom's expensive BMW was bouncing along the gravel and muddy road when

it came to a concrete block. She stopped the car, put it into park

and turned to me in a silent question.

"Turn the car off and get out."

She was starting to look scared now - good.

I simply came out of the car, around to meet her between the front of

the overpriced car and the cement block. I didn't hesitate or slow,

but grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her face down onto her

precious black hood of the fucking car.

Mom screamed out in surprise and I growled, "Shut the fuck up mom."

I pushed her further up onto the hood so that she was bent at the

waist with her full torso laying upon the slick clean polished

surface. She stayed laying upon it when I pulled my hands from her.

I ripped the blouse from her shoulders and nothing but a gasp escaped

her lips and her bare breasts pressed into the cool metal. She had

asked me what to wear hours before and I had not known then that my

orders would allow easier access to her person.

She never said a word or moved as I tore the skirt from her waist and

pushed it to her feet. Mother's breathing was fast and deep, her

chest heaving before me.

It was not supposed to be like this - practically rape.

Plain cotton white panties easily came from about her waist to hang

half ways to her knees - I noticed the crotch dark with her juices.

Her naked person was now open to me - mother unresisting.

There was no foreplay, no preliminaries to prepare her for what was

about to happen. The only thing that gave her forewarning was the

seemingly loud sound of my zipper descending.

Then I rammed it into her.

Mother screamed out, surprise or pain I knew not what, but immediately

quieted afterwards.

Grasping the back of her head of hair roughly and yanking her

backwards so that her face and even down to her breasts came up off

the car just as I started to drive in and out of her body.

It took some time for me to realize, or to care, that mother's sex was

wet - and I mean really wet. Hot too! It was like a river - and it

was something else that reminded me of grandma. And that rekindled my

anger and I pounded like a madman in and out of my parent. What else

was apparent, in that brief moment of clarity, was that mother was

pressing her ass back to meet my brutal thrusts.

Then my lust overtook my thoughts and I gasped and growled even as the

seed flooded into my parent.

-*-

Mother laying as I left her for several minutes, attempting to slow

her rapid breathing while ignoring the chill air upon her sweaty skin.

Finally she lifted her head to look at me over her shoulder where I

sat upon the cement block.

"Come here." The words came out raspy, as my throat was incredibly

dry.

Mother pealed herself from the hood of her car and upon quivering

knees took the two steps toward me. I yanked her down by her wrist

and she fell to her knees before me - eyes wide and

neutral... waiting.

My cock hung limply from my jeans and mother could not help but look

down at the organ that had brutally thrust into her body minutes

earlier. I grasped the back of her head and pulled her face down to

my lap - without a word or any resistance, she opened her mouth and

took my soiled dick between her lips.

"Suck me clean mom." Did she know that she was tasting her own

juices, mine and even her mothers upon me?

Where grandmother loved to have my cock in her mouth and tried very

hard to pleasure me, she was but a novice to the mouth that engulfed

me now. It made me think back to comments about my own mother being a

little wild when she was younger. How many dicks had she sucked off I

wondered?

When I felt a twinge of muscle behind my balls - and knowing that the

delicious mouth that sucked me back from oblivion could bring new life

to this soft dick - I pushed mothers hungry mouth from me.

She moaned with the loss of her son's cock and whimpered even as her

eyes looked up into my own.

Mother patiently looked at me, waiting for my next command.

-*-

Grandma held out longer than I thought she could. Nearly ten days

without a word before the phone ran early before school one morning.

I've missed her to be honest - even with the addition of the new slave

into my life. mother did anything and everything I asked - enjoyed it

all, or at least I think she enjoyed it. I even told her about what

grandma and I had fought about - and she never even blinked when I

told her that she will be eating her mother's cunt if the old lady

gave me a call back. She simply nodded and accepted it all.

I listened calmly, a smile on my face, as grandmother simply asked if

I wanted to come over for lunch today. "What about mom?"

After a long pause and a sigh that carried across the digital pathways

of the phone grandma replied, "I will do anything you want darling."

"Tell me why I should come over grandma - I've been fucking mom for

over a week now." And she had a tighter cunt and a hungrier mouth,

but I did not think it the time to reveal that much information -

still what I did say humiliated the old woman enough.

Grandma gasped loudly, then tentatively asked, "Do you want to come

over?"

Did I?

Yes, I've thought of it quite a bit these last couple of days. And

what I thought was my greatest challenge to seduce my mother - whom

had been an easier conquest than grandma if you had not guessed - it

was actually to gave these two female relatives as my slaves. Not

simply to alternate fucking one or the other - but to actually have

both at the same time.

"And if I bring mom?"

Another pause, "I said I'll do anything you want and I meant it." She

sounded more committed now - good.

I know what it is - grandma truly loved being my slave, loved to fuck.

While mother appeared to enjoy fucking and being my slave, but overall

was a dead fuck. It was the incestuous and taboo nature of our

coupling that I found most attractive about mom and I. While

grandmother, though older and less secure about her sexuality, was

simply a better lay. It took more than a tight sex-box and a more

experienced mouth for me - it took a little soul and a true submissive

heart.

"Wear the white stockings", she always looked best in white stockings,

"and nothing else."

I hung up the phone before she could say a word.

-*-

Mother was a little sad as we entered into grandmothers home - she

knew what this meeting meant. She also knew that she had to share me

now with another woman - and I guessed there was a little jealously

already sparking within her. Had she hoped our private affair would

last forever - that I had left her parent for what lay between her own

legs?

I locked the door behind us, "Grandma?"

"Up here darling." In her room evidently - her voice sounded raspy

and nervous.

Good.

I had waited till late in the afternoon - knowing grandma had rushed

immediately after our phone conversation to prepare herself for me -

hours before. As she always did.

I grunted toward mom, still standing in the foyer, "Get your clothing

off - leave the stockings." mother looked toward me but said nothing,

as normal, and stripped down to her white stockings. She had worn

exactly as I had instructed.

I took her hand and lead her upstairs - there was no resistance but

neither was she following me willingly.

Grandmas door was closed and I pushed it open gently, inside it was

dark with the curtains drawn and the only light with half a dozen

candles strategically lit about the room.

Upon her wide bed laying seductively, as only a woman that enjoys and

knows her man can do, was my grandmother - wearing white silk

stockings and a small happy smile. "Hi?", she said husky. She was

ignoring her daughter who stood behind me.

"This is what you want?" She nodded affirmatively and the look in her

eye told me that it was true - grandmother had considered this

decision very well before calling me. She already looked as if she

was in heat.

I took a couple more steps into the room and dragged my naked mother
with me - the two ladies looked at each other silently. Neither

looked very happy of this change to our relationships.

"Mother this is my slave," I nodded at grandma and she blushed enough

to see it even in this pale lit room, "and grandma this is my other

slave." mom swallowed loudly.

"You are both here willingly?" Grandma nodded first and then my

mother, both still looking at the other - their eyes now drifting down

to exposed flesh.

"Both of you will submit to anything I may wish?"

Grandma took her eyes from her daughter and looked at me with a fire

within them, "Yes darling - anything." I saw her hunger and it

surprised and excited me.

Mother simply nodded. Cold-fish, like I told you.

With the mental hurdle of the three of us being together behind her, I

think grandma actually felt excitement. In fact it was like

electricity and it caused my dick to harden in my pants and mother to

stare in surprise at her parent.

Grandma wanted to be a slave, to submit to me. It was so evident to

mother and I that we could feel grandma drawn to me like a magnet.

Mother started to look nervously between grandma and I, knowing that

her parent had something that she did not - something that I was

becoming, reluctantly, aware of.

-*-

Grandmothers kiss was full of submissive passion and hunger - she had

missed this, me, in the last week. My hand between her soft thighs

felt the molten river of her sex - her hunger.

When I released her I nodded to mother still standing just inside the

doorway. Grandma gave me a soft smile and strode over to her

daughter. I heard her whisper even as she leaned in, "Relax... this

is what he wants...!"

Mother and daughter kissed, softly and gently.

The kissed lasted a full minute, with grandma being the dominant and

mother simply following her lead. I saw tongues slipping in and out

between cracked seal of lips, and I saw saliva escape down both chins.

When the two ladies broke apart, I noticed that both sets of nipples

stood at attention, even as they turned toward me. My body was

trembling with desire - the sight of my grandmother and mother kissing

with nothing on but matching stockings was more than any fantasy I

have ever had.

They came toward me slowly, grandma wearing a small seductive knowing

smile as they came to either of my flanks. Two sets of moist lips

kissed my jaw, down to my neck, behind my ear and upon my brow. A

hand, I know not whom it belonged too, quickly unbuckled my belt while

another hand unzipped my pants. More hands behind me, one lifting my

shirt up and another pushing my pants past my buttocks.

My clothing was pulled and pushed quickly from my person and I was

left standing and quivering with desire. Grandma slipped to her knees

a mere second before mom and I watched with amazement and lust as both

mouths opened and took either side of my cock between them.

Their faces moved up and down the length of my cock, their lips

quickly coating my dick with abundant saliva. Soon mother took the

head of my dick into her mouth and started that delightful suction

that she did so well - while grandma leaned down and tilted her head

up so as to begin sucking on my balls.

God what a feeling.

Rather roughly, but none complained, I yanked mother off my dick and

replaced her with grandma. Grandmothers less experienced mouth had

more passion and feeling as she sucked my cock - she simply loved my

dick so much that she could spend hours sucking on it. I pushed mom
down between my legs and thought she would suck my balls as grandma

had done earlier - but instead I was startled when the tip of a warm

wet tongue pressed against the muscle of my ass hole. mother started

to lick my bunghole, attempting to slip her snake of a tongue into my

anus.

It was certainly a new sensation - one that I initially disliked. But

the loving mouth sucking my cock and the persistent tongue pressing

into my ass hole - it started to feel really wild.

Soon I was gasping for breath and holding onto grandmothers head for

balance. I didn't want to come, not yet anyway. So I pushed grandma

gently from my dick and stepped away from mother. They both still

knelt there looking at me, both panting with hungry eyes and wet

chins.

Panting for breath I ordered, "Grandma... on the bed." She turned

about and crawled slowly to the middle of her wide bed. Then she

flipped over onto her back and looked down toward me, waiting. Her

eyes loving and trusting, not caring what came next - but knowing she

would enjoy it.

"Mom...!" I stared hard at my parent, communicating what I had warned

her would happen when this meeting occurred. She simply returned my

stare and swallowed several times before she slowly climbed to her

feet.

Grandma watched as her daughter moved slowly toward her - first coming

to the end of the bed and then slowly crawling up it - helping her by

spreading her feet wide apart. When she stole a quick look at me I

knew in that brief gaze that she truly desired this lesbian taboo -

that it filled her senses the same way as I felt when watching the two

ladies kiss passionately.

Mother moved slowly but did not hesitate, instead slipped between her

parents stocking clad legs and moved her face directly into the

junction they lead too. When grandmother gasped out in pleasure and

arched her back upwards, I knew mother had just slipped her expert

tongue into my grandmothers cunt.

"Oh my god!" Grandmother grasped at her daughters head and dug her

heels into the bed while lifting her knees. This allowed her to pull

my mom into her crotch while lifting and pressing her sex into the

face of her child.

What I witnessed for the next four minutes was debauchery like none

other - grandma rode her daughters face and did not hold back in

voicing her pleasure with screams and thrashing wild movements. Its a

wonder how mother never cracked her neck as grandma was forcing her

neck back and up.

I again wondered about mothers sexual escapades before marrying dad -

she appeared to have not aversion to a cunt, even her own mothers, and

I guessed her to have experience in pleasuring one.

That the eldest person in the room had an orgasm is not in doubt.

Hell, even her neighbours could have heard the screams of passion that

could not be contained within these walls.

When mom lifted her sloppy wet face from between the thighs of her

parent and looked over her shoulder to see if I was pleased with her

effort, I simply smiled lustily. Grandma lay like dead, panting and

gulping for breath while watching mother and I through slits in her

eyelids. It was as if she had never looked upon her own daughter
before.

In fact, I doubt it not that she was seeing my mother as if for the

first time. I know I certainly was.

-*-

Mother and daughter knelt next to each other, thigh to thigh, hip to

hip, as I slammed my cock into grandma's super wet hot loose cunt.

She was gasping loudly while whipping her head back and forth.

Mom sat looking at her parent and then over her shoulder back at me as

I fucked into her mom's elder sexy body.

Suddenly, as I've done a handful of times in the last several minutes,

I yanked myself from my grandparents body and quickly shifted upon my

knees behind mom.

Though slightly tighter, I found mothers response much less

enthusiastic as I pounded into her voluptuous body. Certainly she

gasped and sighed, her body responding in all the right ways, but

compared to the loss of control her mother underwent, it was almost a

boring fuck.

Grandma seemed to realize my displeasure and leaned over to kissing

and lick at the side of her daughters face - wanting me to see this

lesbian incest between mother and daughter. Almost reluctantly, it

seemed, mom turned her head and the two began to, again, passionately

kiss.

That increased my vigour as I fucked hard and fast in my mothers cunt.

My aim was getting better and I was getting faster, as I quickly

switched over to grandma's cunt.

"Oh god... fuck me lord...!" She shoved her tongue roughly into her

daughters mouth.

In contrast, grandma was obviously getting a more generous helping of

my dick - it was simple raw pleasure. She was a better fuck, in

nearly all regards.

-*-

Once you take out the incestuous taboo of fucking your mother, it was

almost a chore to continue to perform. mom may be younger than her

mom, had a different but sexier body, even had a tighter cunt - she

was no grandma!

I had been right of course, mother and daughter were both sluts at

heart - most probably pure submissive as well. Except, for grandma,

she truly enjoyed our time together while mom seemed to simply

'endure'.

Was that not submission?

The daughter stuck another finger into her mothers anus, the lubricant

generously coating all necessary surfaces. Three fingers - grandma

was starting to huff and puff already, just minutes after her last

orgasm. mom kept looking over her shoulder, at me stroking my own

cock, as if to see if she was doing OK.

Yea, mom was a submissive. But a brainless one. She almost reminded

me of Camile - my second girlfriend and slave. mom comes across in

sex as a dead fuck, an ox with a cunt. This much-anticipated three

way adventure was not nearly the heights of pleasure I'd hopped.

Grandma now, she was in a league of her own. Almost three times my

age, she comes across in her sexuality like a child. She entered into

my world with wide excited eyes, and her sex never failed to perform.

Only the once did she rebel against my rule, and that was when I told

her my mother was going to join us - I made a note to give grandma's

ass a good whipping in the days to come as a form of punishment. We

would both enjoy it, I was sure.

Grandma was the slave I've desired all my young years.

I shoved mom out of the way and leaned in, grandma's tight ass was

nearly too tight to take me, but I persisted. Grandma began to bite

at her own pillow as I shoved my erotic pole into her body - knowing

that my initial entry had to be painful - both of us knowing the

heights of pleasure soon to be coming.

Minutes later I felt my stomach press into grandma's raised buttock

and left it within to better prepare this part of her fuck what was to

come next.

I looked over at mom and saw her looking almost bored, "Get under her

and lick her cunt!" My voice was almost brutal, and I felt grandma

clench her anus in surprise, mother only jumped to comply to my

wishes. I wanted to hear the screams of pleasure from my grandparent.

-*-

"Why do you have to be so mean to her?"

I looked up from the lasagna that grandma had made me - "What do you

mean?"

She gave me one of her maternal looks, something I was very familiar

with from my childhood. It held little patience, as if to say, don't

play that game with me young man.

Grandma was wearing a long tee-shirt and gray stockings, and sat

across the table from me eating from her own plate.

"She is your mother James." Grandma also had a displeased look about

her.

It was like a flood-gate opening to my emotions and I sat back and

hissed, "She is a dead fuck grandma!" There, it was said!

I was spending more and more time over at grandmothers home, since

that first three-way with mom and grandma.

Grandma still had years of learnt morals and beliefs within her - she

could barely say the word 'fuck' and often winced when she did. "She

is your mother James." As if repeating the obvious would force me to

answer her original question - I simply stared at her dumbly.

She may be my mother and she willingly does all that I order, but I

found grandma more of a pleasure to be with. I took a deep breath and

calmed myself before asking, "What will you have me do with her

grandma?"

Grandma suddenly stood, taking her empty plate to the kitchen counter,

and I could not keep my eyes from slipping down to the half of her ass

that was exposed beneath the tee-shirt. When she turned back to the

table and me, she had a sad look. We both knew that with my forced

introduction for mother into our world, it could simply not return to

the way it was.

Strangely, I almost wished it could.

Before either of us could say a word the phone rang and grandma picked

it up, "Hello?"

Sighing she held it out to me, "Its your mom."

I stood and took it. "Yea?" My voice was starting to get that harsh

sound again while grandma stood just before me watching my eyes.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" She meant if I wanted her to come

over and join her mom and I in another repetition of our original

tryst.

"No, grandma made supper and I thought I'd stay here tonight."

There was a lengthy silence before, "Tomorrow morning?"

I put a hand over the receiver and whispered to grandma, "She wants to

come over?" Grandma shrugged, it was my option or not.

Suddenly an idea came into my head and I whispered to grandma, "Do you

want to fuck her?"

She barely contained the wince from my bawdy words then shrugged

lightly. Grandma had greatly enjoyed that one time when mother and I

joined her in a three-way pleasure session, the sight of her body as

well as the echoed memories of her screams of pleasure still clear in

my mind.

I had to repeat, a little firmer this time, "I'll give her to you

tonight, my gift to you, anything you want... do you want me to tell

her to come over?"

Grandma's eyes had widened at my offer and though she never said a

word, it was obvious what she wanted.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

"Come on over tonight... in two hours." I looked to see if the timing

agreed with grandma, she was beaming with pleasure toward me.

Mother showed more pleasure at my instruction, over the fucking phone

as well, than she did when we were intimate. "Okay... James."

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

"I'm giving you to grandma tonight... your my gift to her."

Again a short period of silence, and with a more neutral voice, one

that I was more familiar with, mom answered, "OK."

-*-

The noise of grandma's pleasure kept me awake till just after midnight

- strange and wonderful sounds coming from the end of the hallway, my

grandparents bedroom. Mostly from grandma, but sometimes screams of

pain from her daughter. If not for my double orgasm hours before with

my slave, I doubt I could have lain here knowing that there were

several available holes for me just down the hall.

Consciousness came slowly to me, the familiar but wonderful feeling of

my cock getting sucked. From the skill and the technique, I could

tell it was my mother. Then just when I thought to open my eyes,

grandmothers lips whispered into my ear - "Thank you my love." Her

lips kissed mine softly and tenderly.

Grandma lay down next to me and let her daughter wake me properly with

her mouth. I could smell the scent of sex emulating from her weary

body and felt the thrust of her crotch into my thigh.

We were an odd trio.

-*-

Mom lay upon her back, her shapely legs wrapped about my waist to lock

her ankles behind me, as I plowed in and out of her. It was Saturday

morning and dad was off golfing while the rest of my family had

disappeared to their various errands.

As grandma had begged me, I was giving my mother more of my special

attention. That her mom loved her, was without a doubt - lusted after

her as well if the truth be told.

Mom was squeezing her own breasts, after my grunt of an order, and had

her eyes closed. Her hips were moving slightly in time to my own,

shoving upwards to clash with mine lewdly. And other than the heaving

of her chest as she breathed fast and deeply, her excitement could

barely be seen.

I was doing this as a favour to grandma, knowing how appreciative my

slave can be. Fucking my mother only so future fucks with grandma

would be even better. Unlike mom, grandma never held back in

revealing her pleasure with me.

Strange isn't it - I look at grandma as my slave and my mother simply

as a horny middle-aged woman whom I give mercy fucks too or whom I use

as a reward to my slave?

I think my slave, my grandmother, understood - and perhaps even

agreed. But the old woman found perverse pleasure in her daughters

sexuality, pimping her grandson for her daughter, having that daughter
lick her grandson's sticky spend from any of her own holes. The old
lady was maniacal when it came to pleasuring herself at her daughters

expense.

Why did I not feel the same perversity at fucking my mom? Was it

because I was already screwing my mothers mother?

I felt some ripples along the length of my moving shaft and wondered,

not for the first time, if this was an orgasm mother was undergoing.

It was so difficult telling, as she barely moved otherwise.

My mom was not my slave, though I treated her as one as the need

arose, but more of my slave's slave. Grandmother laughed when I told

her that, and blushed deeply - then she began to buckle and fuck me

like a demoness. She would never agree that her daughter was her own

sex toy, only my own. Grandma insisted that I care for that toy as it

should be cared for - perhaps how she would if she had a cock.

I yanked from the near comatose body and sat back, mother opened her

eyes and silently waited for my next command, seeing my dripping hard

cock and knowing it was not over - I shoved her over onto her stomach

rather roughly. With a quick hard slap that left my hand print in red
upon that round sexy ass, I yanked on her hips to bring her closer to

me.

With expertise from much use, I aimed it and pressed slowly forwards.

With only her sweat and juices from her bubbling sex, I pressed into

her tight hot ass hole.

Mom grunted at the pressure and pain of it, but held her self steady,

her face hidden in my pillow. I wasn't worried about her pain, but my

own - knowing the danger of fucking a tight hole can be less than

pleasurable.

Grandma had told me when we lay naked and spent after a vigorous ass

fuck that my mom loved any and all attention to her ass, just like her

dear old mother actually. When the two sluts got together, there was

usually at least one orgasm brought on by a tongue in someones rear.

I shoved into her, wanting to hear her pain or her pleasure - not even

caring which.

Unlike the games I played with grandma, it would be a waste of time

calling the old woman so she could hear me fucking her daughter - what

could she hear besides heavy breathing? No, I'll bring my soiled dick

to my grandma later today, mom driving of course, and let the old
slave lick me clean - that was kinky, allowed me to show my slave

proof of her daughters defilement, and grandma loved it.

My own pleasure was approaching finally, this fuck session taking a

wildly long time. If I had fucked grandma this long, she would be in

her third orgasm by now - exhausted and begging me to finish. mom
just knelt there on her knees with her shoulders and face in my pillow

- silent and submissive.

I once thought this, fucking and getting my own parent to submit to

me, was the height of potential pleasure - my single greatest

challenge. My malicious laughter suddenly broke out in my room, as I

considered what my greatest challenge truly was.

It could only be one thing, pretending to actually enjoy fucking my

own mother while my slave waited anxiously for the details.

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