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Part 7
Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor. We crept along the landing and looked through the crack of the semi-open door into Mom's room. Susan was sitting on the bed, still dressed in only a white cotton T-shirt. Mom was sitting on the bed, naked and with her pussy towards the door.
Peter looked at me and whispered, "Your mom is great. It's all going to plan. This is going to be good."
Susan, sitting in the chair, started to rub her pussy and clit and said to my mom, "This is fantastic. I couldn't believe we would get it on together but, after the kitchen the other day, I have been thinking about nothing else. What would you think if we waited for Peter to return and see if he wants to fuck you again? I could watch and then maybe we could all fuck together. What do you think?"
"Peter doesn't fuck, he just watches and controls," Mom blurted out.
Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered, "Fuck, she's blown it!"
"What do you mean?" said Susan. "I know he fucked you in the kitchen the other morning. You said...."
"It wasn't Peter!" Mom replied quietly.
"It must have been Peter," said Susan, "Mr. Jackson was out. I know, I saw him leave and the only other person in the house was your son."
Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said nothing. Susan stared back. You could almost hear her mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned on her.
"If it wasn't Peter, and it can't have been Mr. Jackson, then it could only have been your..." Susan broke off in mid-sentence. "Your son!" she continued. "My god, it was your son, wasn't it!?"
Mom just remained quiet.
"You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god, it was your own son!" she repeated.
"Yes, yes... it was my own son's spunk that you saw down my legs," admitted Mom, "...and Peter's, for god's sake."
"Hold on! Just hold on here!" exclaimed Susan. "Are you saying that the other morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, Susan," replied Mom.
Peter turned to me again and said, "Your stupid mother has blown it. Susan knows the whole scene and I haven't got her trapped on camera yet. For fuck sake, she can just walk away now if she wants."
Susan was looking worried. "They don't know about us, do they?" she asked Mom frantically.
"I'm sorry Susan," said Mom, "yes, they know. It was Peter's idea! He figured that you were turned on the other morning and told me to take things further with you. Don't get me wrong though, I wanted to. I wanted to involve you because I thought you were so sexy."
I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and involve her in our games, but on honest terms. She didn't want to trick poor Susan into having to do something just because Peter got her on film. She had taken a chance that Susan would be willing and gone with her instinct.
Peter and I once again looked at each other. We realised that Susan would either go for it or storm out and then god knows what would happen.
It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again. Then Mom said, "So what do you think now, Susan? Now you know that I have been fucking my own son under Peter's control and now you and I have also fucked together. What do you want now, Susan? Do you want in or what?"
"What if I don't?" asked Susan.
"That's up to you," Mom replied. "I just hope and pray that you do or at the very least you can forgive me and not tell anyone what I have told you. It's up to you, Susan. It's your own free choice."
Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand slowly moved back to her pussy and started to gently rub again. "Where are they now?" she asked. "Your son and Peter? Did they really go to play pool or do they know what's going on here?"
Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of his control. It was Susan's and only Susan's choice.
Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going to be discreet, then I'm on for this, but how do I know I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did Peter get involved with you and your son? Have you and your son been fucking for long?"
"You'll be perfectly safe with us, Susan," Mom assured her. "We are not likely to spill the beans or else me and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn't we?"
"I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all this?" she persisted.
Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic detail, right from the start. As she did so Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave Susan all the details.
I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a little lost since he wasn't in direct control. I walked directly into Mom's room and Peter followed.
Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and then turned to Susan and continued to masturbate herself openly.
Susan was so cool. She didn't cover herself. She didn't jump. She just looked straight at me and said, "So, you've been fucking your mother, have you, you naughty boy."
Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or never, quickly answered for me, "Yes he has, and now you've also fucked her. I made it all happen and I'm not going to let it stop now. Do you all agree to continue to do as I say?"
Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "Why should I do as I'm told by you, a stranger?"
Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom and I broke our deal to do as he said, then he would tell Dad and, that if Susan wasn't in on the deal, then it was off and she would be responsible for the outcome.
I figured he was bluffing but Mom turned to Susan and begged her to go along with Peter. "Please Susan," she said, "do it for me and my son. I don't want my husband to know of this. It would finish us."
Susan looked at my mom, then at me, and finally turned to Peter. After what seemed like an age she said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll join your little deal, but only as long as it involves nothing violent."
"Agreed," said Peter. He was now strutting his usual confidence. He knew he was back in control. "Well, since we are all here, I suggest we go for it right now," he said looking at my mom. "We missed you two getting it on," he said to Mom and Susan, "so you can now put on a show for us. Wait here, I have a surprise for you."
Peter left the room and dashed upstairs. He returned less than a minute later carrying the strap-on dildo I had seen in his bag on the day he arrived.
He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "This dildo has been with me on my travels for the past two years. It has been used by and on over thirty women in similar situations that you are now in. It's clean but well used and will now be further used by you, Susan."
Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan and told her to put it on. Susan bent to the floor to pick it up and we then all watched as she tried to put it on. She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped on and fumbled with the buckles.
Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch," he shouted. "It's not fucking difficult."
Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in the middle of the floor, still in her white T-shirt, and with the seven inch dildo standing proud and erect from her crotch. "Now what?" she asked.
"What the hell do you think?" Peter replied. "You are going to fuck our little landlady here. You are going to fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in the arse. Do you understand?"
Susan looked at Mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued masturbating herself throughout the conversation and was wet with lust. "Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me in the arse with your lovely dildo cock," she said.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright," she said. "You got me involved in this. You wanted to fuck me. You seduced me. You fucked my cunt with a carrot, for god's sake. Now it's my turn. Now get on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck your arse so hard you'll beg for mercy."
Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude towards Mom. He dropped his pants and shorts and exposed his erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that it looked bigger than I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick and massaging his pre-cum into the head.
"Take your clothes off," he instructed me. "I want to see you wanking yourself as your mother gets arse-fucked by Susan."
I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped off and stood next to Peter with my dick in hand.
Realising all was ready, Susan knelt down behind my mother, who was now looking so small and scared. Her petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as Susan's dildo cock approached her arse.
"Lubricate me. Please, lubricate me first," begged Mom.
"No!" said Susan. "You wanted it, now you can have it hard and rough, just like you like it."
Susan grabbed Mom's shoulders and pushed the dildo against her arse. She simply kept on pushing as Mom screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into Mom's arse.
Mom screamed out, "God no, please, oh god it hurts, please go slow, go gentle."
Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the dildo in and out of Mom's arse so hard and fast. Mom screamed and gasped in lust as the pleasure and the pain ran through her small body.
"Go over and wank over your mother," Peter instructed me.
I was so hard, I walked over to Mom and knelt in front of her. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and pain from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn't give her time to speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and started fucking her face for all I was worth. Mom was coming and so was I. As she bucked herself against Susan's cock, she started shuddering in orgasm. At the same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. After three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of my cum into her face and hair. Susan then pulled the dildo roughly out of Mom's arse. Mom gave a final scream and collapsed to the floor, totally spent.
Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically rub at her pussy lips and clit. She was swearing and shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand-fucking herself. Her thighs and hand were covered in her own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up her own arse and pumped herself front and back to a moaning orgasm.
As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did he approve of our 'performance'?
He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly in control. Who would he choose?
He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he would spunk all over me. Peter made me kneel, but this time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He stuffed his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face.
"Look at your son," he said to my mother. "Look at your lovely son being face-fucked by another man. Do you like that, do you?"
Mom looked up from the floor. "Oh yes," she said, "fuck him, fuck his face, come all over him, Peter. Humiliate him. Go on, spray all over him," she moaned.
Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum. He pulled out and started spraying my face and hair with so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When he finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then wandered back towards the door.
"You have all done very well, this evening," he said, "especially you, Susan. We would make a good team, you and me."
"Thanks," she said. "If I have pleased you, may I ask a favour?"
"What is it?" Peter said.
"Can I use these two?" she said, looking dismissively at me and Mom. "Can I make them do what I want when you are not around, Peter?"
Peter thought for a moment. "Yes," he said, "when I don't want them, then you may instruct them as you see fit under the terms of my deal. If they don't like it, tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I want you all, then I am in charge." He spoke as though my mother and I were irrelevant.
"Thank you," said Susan.
With that, Peter left the room and we heard him go upstairs to his room.
Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you involved me in this little deal of yours. I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you think Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see what I have in mind for you both."
Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged me to her. She kissed my lips, still covered in Peter's spunk, and said, "Where on earth is this going to take us?"
"I don't know, Mom," I said as I rolled on top of her and sunk my dick deep into her pussy.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 8
