Customs and Traditions

Note :  This story is totally fictional!

 The last event the masses knew of me was the birth of my son, Trajan (named after the popular and beloved Spanish Roman general turned emperor), who was born from the sacred seed of my deceased Father. I cry all of the time thinking about my parents knowing that they would bless this kid and our domestic bliss if they were alive. But at the same time I can't help but relish the feelings that created this marvel of a human being. I also birthed a stepdaughter named Penelope (faithful wife of Odysseus) when I fucked my american bull. My pussy is moistening at the thoughts that are flooding back in and any slight, benign movement on my part flares my labia and exposes the clit.

I have never strayed from the time-tested formula for great parenting first established by my parents. Pick your battles. Be firm but gentle and allow the children to grow and learn in their own way. It is in this frame of mind that my parenting regimen is relaxed and low-key. If I grew up fine then my children would be finer, still. If they want to be nude and wallow in the grass to rub their nubbins. I think that is more than fine.

Now it's not too hard to imagine as I love to be nude. I love to be nude at home partly because I love to admire and feel my still fetching form and partly because I am very much appreciated when I am nude. When I have to be clothed I put on as little as possible. Even when it is cold outside.

I was doing chores and while walking the hall, I heard a torrent of vile filth mixed with moans and groans coming from my bedroom. I quietly tiptoed my way into the master (lord knows why I would do that to go to my own bedroom) and saw my kids, Tray and Pen fucking. Now it was the words and the way that Pen took over that was intriguing to me. Tray was three years older than Pen but it was clear that Tray felt timid around Pen.

Pen said, "Tray, remember when we were fucking with our parents once and because I was still a baby and my muscles had yet to develop, I clasped my legs involuntarilly around your face as you were lapping my cunt? Well, I don't want you to be a chickenshit and take your time with it. I want you to dive right in and chew my lips and bite my clit." Stunned, Tray impishly pointed out that he would end up hurting her. Then she slapped his face and immediately got up and kissed him seductively. "Do you not want to be with me? Do you not want to fuck me? What is this unwarranted modesty. Listen, jerkoff, I'm doing you a favor. If I wanted someone who cared then I would be at Confession. Now do as I say fucker and we will both get off. Do it now. I can take it. So he did as told and he grazed the outer labia and bit down on the clit all the while pumping two fists in and out. That's it, bastard. HHHHAAAARRRRDDDDEEEERRRR!!!!! Fuck your stepsis!!! I know you want me. I've seen you beat your meat and smell my panties, fucker!!!!FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYYYEEEESSSSS!!!!DDDDOOOONNNNTTTT SSSSTTTOOOPPPP!!! I nearly swooned at the sight and how wet it made me feel. I didn't think that Pen knew anyone was around as I pounded my pussy and roughly separated my butt cheeks and scratched my asshole. I stepped back so to be discreet but the shadow created triggered the lascivious Pen to look in my direction and she gave me a sly grin.

She turned back to her business and pumped her hips up and down to mash Tray's face in her folds. "You like that, cunt whore," she said. "Pump your fingers deeper!!!! Stretch my pussy!!! Come on, brother!!!! Shove Mom's dildo up my ass!!! Befuddled for a moment, Tray stuttered, "won't that hurt, sis? WWW---HHHH--AAAA---TTTT!!! Did I ask your opinion, shithead, she scowled. With that she punched Tray in the chest. He landed on his back and she beat his rockhard pole with all her strength. "How many times have you talked back to me???? She beat his stiffie sideways. "How many times do I want your opinions. She bounced his mast up and down. What must I do to impose my will??? She wouldn't let him answer. She was on a mission to get off and punish Tray for his impertinence. She grabbed his proud and stiff cock and wrapped her greedy mouth unceremoniously, without consent, without a care around it. She pumped her gorgeous bewitching face bobbing up and down. Simultaneously she mashed her now inflamed clitoris and tender lips on Trajan's face. With a mouthful of dick she attempted to instruct Trajan. Experiencing confusion and sexual overload and not wanting to anger Pen further, he was as still as stone. MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!!!! You are a true dumbfuck. DO SOMETHING DAMN IT!!!! Punish my pussy. Make it bend to your will. Tray tentatively licked her asshole. That's good. Don't stop. Now, pinch my clit roughly and slobber on my folds.

Even as Trajan robotically did as instructed, he knew that this dominant woman, with a body to die for was whom he wanted forever. On the verge of reckless abandon and frothing, boiling cum, Pen stopped her ministrations. She started this to get off. He wasn't going to have all the fun. She found a massive double dong and summarilly inserted the behemoth into Tray's ass and then inserted the other end in her asshole. They were sitting up. Pen stuffed some vibrating ben-wa balls into her hairless, nubile cunt. The other end had a penile sheath that Trajan put on over his cock and Pen turned the power on all the way up. The sheath was ribbed inside and it massaged Tray's abused cock until he blew the biggest, messiest, thickest gob of ropey cum from his thick and long dick that even Pen was amazed. Then Pen began to nurse her own orgasm. The massive dong forced her lewdly to expose herself more by arching her back upwards raising her ass higher. This was hot but it was very uncomfortable. With Trajan's slime coating her face and chest she coaxed one last massive flood from her engorged pussy. The contractions were so powerful that she ejected the anal dong out of her pooper.

I walked in nonchalantly pretending not to notice what they had done. Although upon closer inspection, they would have noticed my slime drip down my leg. Noticing the mess on the bed I suggested that they put down some sheets next time. Satisfied at last from finally jacking off after all of the false starts and instructions to her dimwit brother, she looked longingly at Tray's cock. With all the practiced knowledge Pen had, she knew that her little cunny was no match for Trajan's massive cock. She vowed to expand her horizons and get that fucking pole inside her one way or the other. Trajan looked up blissful and starry-eyed at the picture that was Pen. Pen, for her part, looked at Trajan with contempt. Noting how little he knew about sex. How was he going to get on in the world. If he only knew how to use what was his birthright then it would be perfect. She ached for it already. Not two hours after the last fuck. She never slept. All she did was covet the manmeat that was hers. If she only knew how to have it......