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Part 11
The following day Mom and I just loafed around the house. Peter was still away and not due back until that afternoon and Susan had gone into the local hospital to continue her nursing seminar.
It was nice for Mom and I to be alone for the first time in so many days. So many days of the most extreme fucking that had taken us from just a regular mother and son into a mother and son that had now shared their most intimate sexual experiences. We both needed time to relax, to chat about the situation between us and to explore where this might lead us and indeed where we wanted it to go. In the past few days I had masturbated to order for another man, had sucked his dick, and had fucked my own mother and my grandmother. Whilst Mom had been consensually humiliated by both myself and Peter, she had seduced Susan into lesbian sex and had fucked her own mother and her son at the same time, and then been fucked outdoors by both myself and Susan.
All in all it had been one hell of a week of new experiences that had brought us so close together. We talked at length and both agreed that we had no regrets thus far regarding the recent events. Mom was still very nervous that Dad may somehow find out. I asked her if she thought the risk too great and wanted to call a halt. She replied that whilst she was scared, the riskyness of the whole situation added to the extreme excitement she was experiencing. Mom said that she didn't want things to stop. Indeed, she was looking forward to us having further adventures together.
I noted to her that Peter was returning that afternoon and may well want us to 'perform' for him. Mom, for the first time, seemed a little hesitant. I pushed her to explain what the problem was. Mom said that she would feel more comfortable when Peter finally left the guesthouse and that whilst she was grateful that he had triggered our sexual adventures, she now wanted us to take control of the situation.
"What do you mean exactly?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "Peter has been the dominant one. He has controlled us and whilst he had only made very vague and mild threats to expose us to Dad, nevertheless he had still threatened it."
I agreed but pointed out that Peter had no proof. His plan to video Mom and Susan together had not gone as far as actually filming so, if he did tell Dad, he couldn't prove it.
"I know," said Mom, "but it will still be better when he leaves and better still if we make damn sure he doesn't dare reveal anything!"
"What have you got in mind?" I asked.
"Well," said Mom, "if Peter leaves us in two days time, why don't we get some evidence on him. Something that will turn the tables completely and put him under our control. I propose that we get his video camera today, before he returns, and film our next sex session with him, ourselves. The tape will be our insurance!"
"Nice idea Mom," I replied, "but you assume Peter will be bothered by us having him on tape. If he's not and we have attempted to control him, it may well have the very worst effect; pissing him off so that he does tell Dad what's been going on."
Mom said that she had considered that possibility and that we must have a tape of Peter doing something he would not want revealed. She pointed out that Peter had rarely actually touched any of us. He had instructed, he had wanked, and he had gone as far as making me suck him off, but he had never actually got really involved in the sex. Mom figured that he could only control from a distance. If he got too closely involved he lost his confidence to control and that frightened him.
I asked again, "What have you got in mind?"
Mom was blunt in her reply, "When he returns today, Peter will surely want us to fuck for him. We shall make sure it is just you and I with him, no Susan, and you shall fuck him!"
"What!" I exclaimed, "you can't be serious!"
"Sure," said Mom, "if we just have him fuck me it may or may not be enough to get the upper hand on him. We must go the full nine yards straight away. If you fuck him and we get it all on tape he will be ours. He can then leave us with the piece of mind that we have no risk of exposure from him. There is no way a control freak like Peter will want to be exposed as having let himself be arse-fucked by another man."
"Mom," I said, "I'm not sure about this. You know I'm up for most things but I have never really contemplated fucking another guy."
"Do it for me," said Mom in her most seductive voice. "Do it for me and for us." She paused and smiled, "...besides, maybe it would be a turn-on for me to see you fuck another guy. You've watched me fuck two other women this week, including my own mother!"
I contemplated what Mom had asked for some time and then decided it would indeed be worth it to regain control of our own sex lives. Having agreed, we set about getting everything in place. I went and got Peter's video camera from his suitcase and together Mom and I set it up on top of her chest of drawers, hidden within a pile of clothing. We discussed and practised who, how, and at what point we would turn it on and then confirmed that we would go for it as soon as Peter arrived.
I spent the next two hours passing around the house nervous and excited about what was to come.
Soon after 4pm, Peter arrived back from his trip. He plonked himself down in the lounge and had Mom fetch him a coffee.
"So how was your business?" Mom asked him.
"Fine... it all went very well thanks," he replied in his usually polite tone, "but it's good to get back. With only two days of my stay here left I couldn't wait to return to my little slut landlady and her mother fucking son!" he went on with an immediate change in his tone.
Mom went along with him straight way. "Well Peter, we've been waiting for you too. My pussy has been just oozing juice thinking of you instructing me and my boy here to perform for your pleasure. We have been saving ourselves for your return," she lied, "and await your instructions to fuck and suck and do anything else you want of us."
"I'm so glad to see you have been so loyal," Peter said, totally unaware that we hadn't stopped fucking in one way or another since he left.
We had to get things going before Susan returned to the house and possibly told Peter of our adventures whilst he had been away.
"Can we fuck for you now, Peter?" Mom begged. "Can we perform for you now, we've been waiting so long...."
Peter smiled. "Sure, why not," he said. "Let me see your cunt right now. Let me see just how wet you are. Remove your jeans and panties and spread your pussy for me."
I stood in the corner of the room as Mom slowly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs and off. She then turned her back to Peter, bent over and slowly pulled her knickers down her thighs, exposing her arse and pussy lips to Peter. She took her knickers right off and then spread her legs to open her pussy to Peter's full view. It was indeed wet.
"What about your arse?" said Peter. "Spread your checks and show me your little arse."
Mom did as she was told and opened herself up to Peter. She then put her left index finger into her arsehole and pushed it all the way in before proceeding to gently fuck her own arse for our pleasure. I guess Mom wanted to get both Peter and me excited as quickly as possible and it was sure as hell working. My dick was tearing at my trousers fully erect and dripping in my shorts.
"Kneel down," said Peter to Mom.
"Oh, why don't we go upstairs for this one, Peter," she responded seductively as she turned to face him. "I want to really perform for you today, without interruption," she said looking straight into his eyes whilst at the same time rubbing her pussy with both hands.
"Okay, upstairs now!" he said, as though it was his idea.
Mom led the way upstairs. I followed with Peter behind. Mom went straight into her room and turning to Peter begged him, "Please Peter, I want to beg a special favour from you."
Peter was taken aback but trying to maintain his control of the situation replied, "What do you want slut?"
"I want to masturbate for you, on all fours like a little doggie. I want to bring myself off just for you. I want to be dirty. I want to be wet. I want to come just for you Peter... just for you."
Mom's efforts were working. She seemed to have mesmerised Peter with her utter subservience to providing him with a personal performance. He had practically forgotten I was there.
Without a response from Peter, Mom removed her top and bra. She stood before him a small, pert little lady, oozing sex. Gently, she fell to her knees and then onto all fours before turning her arse towards him. She then dropped her shoulders to the floor and started to work her fingers and then her entire left hand into her pussy. She was getting real dirty, swearing and writhing in lust as she fisted herself roughly.
"God, oh god... fuck me, fuck me," she called to herself. "You're a little slut, aren't you? A little slut who fucks her own son and performs like a whore for strangers, aren't you... aren't you?" she demanded of herself as she fisted faster and faster.
"Peter," she yelled, "I'm coming... I'm coming just for you, Peter. Please kneel behind me Peter... please touch me... please slap my arse... punish me Peter... punish your little performing slut."
Peter was totally taken in by Mom's magnificent performance and I was ready to fuck anything, including Peter.
Peter dropped his pants and shorts and knelt behind Mom. He started to spank her arse with his left hand whilst wanking himself with the other.
It was now or never for me and Mom. As she kept on tormenting him with her cries of lust and her filthy performance, I walked to the chest of drawers and hit the record button on the video camera. I then quickly stripped and approached Peter from behind.
I felt scared but at the same time strong. This was my opportunity to teach Peter. My chance to be the man in control and his turn to be humiliated. I felt the strength of four men as I knelt behind him and grabbed his hips with both arms. I didn't give him a chance to work out what was happening or for myself to have second thoughts. I thrust my dick into his arse sharply and harshly. He instantly bucked, but I grabbed tighter with both arms and dragged his arse back onto my cock as I thrust forward with my hips. He was mine and the more he struggled the deeper my cock sunk into his body.
"Fuck! Get the fuck out of me," he shouted.
"No chance, Peter," I replied. "Now it's our turn to control! I'm going to fuck you good until you beg for more," I said as I pumped in and out of his tight arse.
The feeling was getting to me. Nervousness had given way to real sexual excitement and I fucked him. His arse was tight and it didn't seem to matter that it was a man getting my sex.
Mom rolled away and stood. "Fuck him son, fuck him!" she shouted as I pushed Peter's head and shoulders to the floor and fell on top of him to hold him down.
"Fuck him harder," Mom shouted. "Make him beg... make him sorry."
Mom's words drove me on as I pumped harder and faster into Peter's arse and finally wrenched my cock out just as I started to come. Peter, feeling his freedom, rolled onto his back just as I spurted my first load. It hit him straight in the face just as he was going to speak. He fell immediately silent and I spurted again into his face and then onto his stomach.
"So Peter, now you are the servant," leered Mom. "Now we are in control and we no longer do as you say. Until you leave in two days you belong to us. How does that feel, Peter? How does it feel to be on the other side of the table?"
Peter looked angry at having fallen into our trap. "I'll tell your husband what you've been up to, you fools. I told you I would and now you think you control me. No chance! The deal's off and you two will be sorry!" he threatened.
Mom walked to the camera and pulled it from the pile of clothing. "Oh, I don't think so, Peter. You see, you taught us well. We have this whole scene on video and you will comply with our instructions. So keep your empty threats to yourself. Your arse is ours until you leave.
"You fuckers!" he said, "what about the tape. Do I get it when I leave?"
"No!" said Mom. "It's our insurance, but rest assured it will never see the light of day as long as you keep quiet about your time here in our house."
Reluctantly, Peter agreed and started to get up off the floor.
"Not yet, Peter! said Mom.
Turning to me, Mom grabbed my dick and wanked it a few strokes. Have you got another load in there, son? she asked.
I instantly knew what she had in mind. "Sure Mom," I replied, stepping forward and wanking myself over Peter's stomach, crotch and legs.
He just lay on the floor, utterly beaten as I ejaculated another full load over him.
"Now," said Mom to Peter, "you will leave us and we shall not tolerate an attempted domination from you for the rest of your stay. You shall now return to your room and get cleaned up and you shall go on your hands and knees!"
Peter crawled out of the room covered in my mess and literally climbed the flight of stairs to his attic room on all fours with spunk dripping from his body. The tables were truly turned and Mom and I were totally in control of our new sexuality.
"Do we tell Susan about this?" I asked.
"Oh, indeed we shall tell Susan... indeed we shall!" said Mom. "After all, the tables are now turned. We are in control and Susan is now ours for the rest of her stay. She double fucked me in a public place, with two carrots for god's sake! Our little Susan needs to be taught a lesson... but right now I need finishing off. Fuck me son... fuck me now....
THE END (not yet) go to Part 12
