Neighborly Relations Pt. 10

He woke up in a cold sweat and lay staring at the ceiling until he slept again.

And he was dreaming. He was screwing Emily dog style while the kids sat politely side by side on the bedroom chairs and watched. That's all. He and Emily fucked, and the kids watched. When his dream self looked at them again, they were naked and Elaine was stroking Danny's cock. Robert and Danny came at the same time. Danny's cum spurted like a fountain and flooded over the floor. Robert could only manage a small squirt in Emily's pussy. And then the dream started over again.

He awoke in darkness with his rigid cock pressing at Emily's butt. She remained asleep and he tried to get back there. He needed some rest. He wanted more dreams.

He was dreaming. And this time he was fucking Elaine from behind and looking at how the freckles that were so plentiful on her shoulders thinned out at her bottom, leaving her butt white and jiggling with each of his thrusts. Elaine was moaning, screaming out, "Oh, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!" He was fucking her faster and faster. When he looked toward the chairs lined up for their audience, he saw that Emily was seated on top of Danny, his cock visibly inserted into her cunt. Emily moved up and down on his lap and diddled her clitoris the way she liked to do. Elaine and her mother came at the same time with a commingled cry of pure pleasure. They came in harmony. And then Robert and Danny came, with only quiet groans. Robert felt himself filling his daughter with cum. He was filling her to overflowing, and his hot jism squirted out of her and splattered back on his legs every time he thrust his erupting cock into her. And then he was on his back on the bed and his cock was erupting like a volcano. Wave after wave of cum spewed out and both Emily and Elaine were working to keep up with the flow. They slurped at his cum and swallowed it down, but there was too much. The room had filled with cum. It rose over his head. Suffocating. Drowning in cum.

When he woke this time, it was morning.

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Emily didn't sleep well, either. Her complaint wasn't dreams but her husband's writhing and his mumbling of his daughter's name during the night. He kept poking his dick against her ass and calling out for Elaine. She imagined what he was dreaming and could see images of wild copulation between the two of them. Jesus, what had their family become?

She knocked on her daughter's door at eight Sunday morning and entered. Elaine sat up in bed looking tired and sad. Emily's heart went out to the girl. It must be terribly embarrassing to get caught like that. She decided to get right to the point.

"I want to know a couple things," Emily said. "I won't get mad because I think I've already seen the worst. But I do need to know."

"Okay, Mom," Elaine said.

"Have you ever had . . ." Emily paused. Did she really want to know? Yes, she did. "Ever had sex with your brother?" There, the question was asked.

Elaine hung her head, and stared at her hands as they fidgeted with each other. "Yes," she said quietly.

Emily's heart pounded in her chest. The thought of incest was so horrible that she didn't know what to think. But her body seemed to have it's own opinion, and her pussy grew wet at hearing the news.

"Very often?" she asked.

"A couple times," Elaine said. "We played doctor when Cathy stayed over and it just got, well, you know."

"Yes, I know." Emily closed her eyes and swallowed hard and she fought to quell the rushing of lust trying to overcome her. "And you've performed oral sex, I suppose. How often?"

"I suppose every day for the first week, but less since he's been seeing Sherona," she said. "I like his cum."

Too much information! But then, everything they might talk about was too much.

"You swallow it?"

"Yes, but I like it better on my skin." Elaine took a deep breath, licking her lips. It was as though talking about cum on her skin was enough to make her hot.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"So last night with that group of boys. That was something you wanted them to do?"

"Oh, yes, don't blame them. I asked for it. Cathy was pissed, of course, because she likes the feeling of cum shooting up inside her. I don't blame her, really, now that I've felt . . . Well, I asked them to cum on me."

"What were you saying?" Emily swallowed hard. "Now that you've felt what?"

"I, well, I felt what it's like to be filled with cum. God, Mom, it's great, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Elaine, who did you let have sex with you without protection?"

"He's had a vasectomy," Elaine said, quickly.

"Who was it?"

"You're not going to raise a stink, are you?" She was begging now.

"I said I wouldn't get mad, and I won't if you tell me. If not, I'll get very mad." Emily said in a threatening monotone. "Who fucked you without a rubber?"

"Mr. Burton," she said at last. "But I just about raped him. Cathy and I tricked him into fucking us, and I wanted to feel him cum inside me. Oh, Mom, it felt great."

"Mr. Burton. And you say he had sex both with you and his daughter?"

"Yes, Mom." Elaine looked down again. Why didn't she keep her mouth shut?

Emily sat in silence a moment thinking that Robert was right in warning her to be careful the other night. Except that apparently it was Kent Burton who should have been watching out. She fully believed that it was the girls who instigated the sex.

The girls? His own daughter?

"I don't approve of such parties, young lady," Emily said. "But, if you are going to continue with such things, I'd rather you did it here in our own basement. Without the liquor, of course."

Elaine looked up quickly, a shocked look on her face. "Really?"

"Yes."

"But, if you don't approve . . .?

"You and your brother are adults. I can't stop you from doing what you want. I just don't want you taking risks. A policeman might have stopped by to check out the light in the basement. You're lucky it was me and your father."

"So, we can party here?"

"I'd really rather you didn't, honey," Emily said. "But you guys will probably just rent a motel room or something and do it no matter what. At least this way we know where you are."

"God, I thought I was in trouble," Elaine said.

"You are. Incest is illegal, you know. I don't want to hear about you and Danny getting together again. Now go back to sleep. I don't know if I dare take this family into a church this morning."

Emily kissed her daughter's cheek and left her room rather disappointed in herself. She hadn't exactly lowered the boom.

Danny was already awake when she went into his room, and her talk with him was nearly the same as the one with Elaine. He promised not to touch his sister again. Ever. The talk with Danny diverged at that point.

"Now, Danny, I understand you have some videos," she said. "Videos of me and Mrs. Trent and also of me and your father."

"Yes, Mom."

"Do you watch those videos when you masturbate?"

"Oh, gosh, I . . ." He stopped in embarrassment. This was his mother asking the question.

"Do you?"

"Yes. I do," he admitted, blushing.

"Why?"

"Hey, Mom, you're hot! I mean both you and Patty Trent are in great shape. And when you and Dad are doing it, well, he really slams it home. Who wouldn't want to jerk off?"

She wasn't sure what answer she expected, but that wasn't it. That answer made her pussy wet again, and brought a blush to her cheeks.

"What do you fantasize when you're watching and playing with yourself?" Emily's mouth was dry, and it was hard to talk.

"I, well, I just watch and jerk off."

"Come on, you don't just watch. You're not stupid. You have an inventive mind. What do you think about?"

"Well," he said sheepishly as he lowered his gaze to his lap. "I think about doing it. You know, screwing."

"Screwing whom?"

"Mrs. Trent," he said. "You know. Mrs. Trent, and, a, you."

"So you fantasize about having sex with your own mother while watching a video of her having sex? Is that right?" Emily's heart was pounding in her ears, and she felt faint.

"Yes, Mom," he said, keeping his eyes downcast.

"Show me," she said. Had she said that? Had some demon taken command of her voice?

"What?"

"Show me." There, she repeated it. "Show me how you jerk off."

"Mom!"

"You want help paying for college, don't you? Well, this is your punishment for all of these shenanigans. Show me how you masturbate."

Danny couldn't believe what she was asking him to do. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time, and he'd fantasized about doing something just like this. He threw his covers off immediately to comply with her order. He couldn't pay for college on his own, after all.

"Well, I like to be naked," he said, pulling pajama bottoms off and exposing his rapidly stiffening dick to his mother. He laid back on the bed. "And I like to take it slow and easy. You know, take my time."

"Turn on the video," Emily said. "I want to see exactly how you go about masturbating to the pornography you made starring your mother."

Danny got off the bed and opened My Documents on his computer. He highlighted two files and hit Enter. A moment later, the video of his mother and Patty Trent came on.

"Okay, so I sit here and watch," he said. "I can't lay on the bed because I want to be close enough to switch videos if I want. Adjust where it is in the video. Like, if I'm ready to cum, I kinda like to be on the spot in the other video where Dad shoots cum on your face."

Emily knew that occasion well, and that memory coupled with the knowledge that her son was sharing the event with her made her horny as hell. She had to admit it. She wanted to slip her hand down into her pants and masturbate right now. She wanted her dildo so she could lay on her back with her feet in the air and slam it way up inside. Better yet, she wanted Danny to be the one pushing it into her.

"Play the video of me and your father," she said. "And then I want you to jerk off just like you normally do. Maybe faster, if you would be so kind."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she said. She settled back in the chair to watch. He couldn't really see her while he was busy stroking himself and looking at the computer screen. She could see him slightly from behind, but with his cock clearly visible. "And tell me what you're thinking about, too. You know, what you imagine doing to me and Patty."

"Well, it's mostly just you," he admitted. He applied some oil to his cock and devoted his attention to his task. "Well, I imagine coming on you," he said. "Having my cock in your mouth and then pulling out and covering your tits with cum. I'm sorry, Mom, but it's just fantasy."

"That's right," she agreed as she sneaked her hand down to open the button on her slacks. "You can't go to jail for your thoughts. Tell me everything."

"I imagined coming into your room when you were asleep. I don't know where Dad is. You're sleeping, and I sneak in naked."

Emily slipped her hand into her pants and found her clit with two fingers and began rubbing. God, she was wet!

"I uncover you, and you're naked, too. Your butt is sticking up, kinda, and I run my hand over it. Then I get on the bed and spread your legs so that I can get my cock into you from behind. You wake up then, and you think I'm Dad."

Her pussy tingled with her approaching orgasm. She had been so hot to begin with that it was going to take no time at all. She only hoped she could keep her mouth shut when she came.

"You start telling Dad to fuck you harder and faster. You say for him to cum on her butt. And you tell him to spank you." Danny was stroking faster, his own orgasm on it's way very soon.

When he paused to catch his breath, he heard a rustling sound and he turned his head just a bit to look at his mother. She was sitting with her eyes closed and frigging herself right there in his room. The sight made his cock even more eager to shoot. He looked back at the screen quickly.

"I spank you and fuck you hard. But then you ask to turn over and you see it's me. You scream, kinda, but then you just smile. You say something about the harm already being done and all that." He pumped himself very quickly now, and felt a jolt of excitement when he heard his mother gasp quietly behind him and then emit a very quiet wail of delight. Only a sliver of sound got past her lips, but it was enough to tell him his mother was cumming.

"More," she said, breathlessly. She opened her eyes, watching Robert taking her from behind on the computer screen. Soon he would pull out and she would sit to take his cum on her face. "More."

"Well, you suck my dick, Mom," Danny said, watching his father stroking his cock aimed at his mother's face. "You suck it and you swallow my cum." Oh, and he was going to cum now, too.

Danny slid down lower in his chair so that he would catch his blast on his chest and not make a mess. As he got into position, his mother came up and knelt beside him. She watched him pump himself from no more than a foot away.

"And then you cum, right?"

"Yes."

"I think you're ready to cum right now," she said. "Right?"

"Yes."

"So do it. Don't be shy now. Show mama how a big boy squirts his cum. Show me." She was leaning closer, her hair brushing against his left arm where it lay on the arm of his chair. She put one hand on his wrist, holding, watching.

Danny's cock twitched and swelled, and he felt the cum rising swiftly inside him until it burst out in one large eruption that spewed out over his hand. On the second squirt, he tightened up in order to make sure he was able to show off for his mother and squirt up on his chest. It almost landed on his own face. He kept on pumping, as his mother leaned closer, and he angled his cock to the side just a bit and tightened up just at the right time. And he shot his last wad on his mother's face.

She sat back quickly, and Danny relaxed on his chair, closing his eyes to tiny slits so that his mother couldn't tell that he was watching her. It looked like he was spent and enjoying the afterglow.

Emily didn't think her son saw her wipe the cum up with one finger and slip the finger into her mouth, but he did. He saw her, and he reveled in the sight.

His mother had tasted his cum! Suddenly he felt there was a possibility she might taste it for real some time. She might actually take him into her mouth. Maybe more.

That thought made him start to get hard again, but it was time to clean up. He stood carefully, saying, "This is the tricky part. Don't want to drip on the floor. Normally I have a towel handy, but I didn't think of that today."

"Well, I'll leave you to bathe," Emily said. "I'm sorry to embarrass you, Danny, but I can't think of any other punishment to fit the crime."

"I understand," Danny said. "I'll clean up my act."

Emily left his room knowing he wouldn't clean up anything. If he and Elaine would refrain from having sex, that would be enough.

The problem now was keeping herself from having sex with Danny. That was going to be one hell of a struggle.

CHAPTER FIVE, The Last Straw

Robert didn't believe that their punishment was only, well, nothing really. It was hardly punishment to be asked to move the party to a cozy basement with furniture. Thinking it was a terrible punishment, Robert grounded both of them for a week.

"Grounded?" They asked in unison.

"But, we're adults. You can't . . ."

"No I can't," he admitted. "You can leave any time you like. But as long as you live here you have to abide by some house rules. You'll be grounded to the house every evening after work. And you will leave your cell phones in the kitchen, too. No going out. No cell phones."

That brought a fresh wave of protest, but he held firm. "Come on. You say you're adults? Take your punishment like adults, then. The cops could have hit you with worse punishment if they'd caught you."

Agreeing it was so, Danny and Elaine submitted to their Dad's punishment. They also submitted to their Mom's punishment. The didn't have sex with each other.

The week moved slowly for everyone.

Robert sat at the bank thinking of his daughter lying on that floor with young men ejaculating on her. At times, he imagined himself standing in that line to let his cum fly. What she had done was horrible, yet it drew his attention in deeper every day. He was becoming obsessed with the sight of his daughter spattered with cum.

Emily did her work at home trying to abstain from visiting Patty. She wanted to lead by example, even if her children didn't know she was doing it. Neither she nor Robert felt very sexy either, and they lay in bed with their books and read themselves to sleep. But the more she abstained from sexual release, the more she thought of Danny cumming on his own chest. Danny with his cock in Elaine's mouth. Danny taking her from behind. By Wednesday, Emily's pussy was nearly continually wet, and she couldn't concentrate on anything. She felt like she would burst soon.

She knew that Robert was in the same boat. He had continued dreaming, shifting constantly in the bed and mumbling, "Suck it, baby," and "Oh, I'm cumming. Cumming now." Finally, on Wednesday night, when Robert was in the midst of one of his dreams and asking baby to suck it, Emily crawled down under the covers and took his hard tool into his mouth. He didn't wake up, but took her action as part of the dream. She pumped and sucked him while he sighed softly, saying, "Yeah, baby, just like that." It only took minutes for him to spurt into her mouth. As Emily was swallowing his load, he relaxed, sighing. "Oh, yeah, baby," he said. "Daddy loves it when you do that."

So, they were both in the same boat.

Danny and Elaine suffered more from cell phone deprivation than lack of sex. After all, they had their videos, their hands and their toys. And they still had each other, too. Their mother had said not to touch each other. She didn't say they couldn't watch. Ironically, the two siblings passed the week in greater comfort than their parents.

By Thursday, Emily and Robert had suffered enough. They went through the evening meal smiling at each other, winking, and acting like eighth graders. When they did dishes they kissed cuddled and grabbed at each other's asses. Danny and Elaine smiled at each other and went up to their rooms early to leave the two love birds alone.

The two love birds lasted until ten-thirty before attacking each other's bodies with athletic zeal.

Emily laughed as Robert picked her up and dropped her on the bed without ceremony. He stripped off his clothing while he watched her with hungry eyes, and unbound a rock hard cock rampant with veins and bobbing with anticipation. Emily made no move to disrobe but lay on her side watching him with a sly little smile on her face. She knew what would happen if she forced him to undress her. She was just glad she'd worn old clothing so she wouldn't regret any damage done.

Robert tore her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere, and lifted her by the front of her bra as he leaned to kiss her roughly. He undid her slacks with expert movements and then grabbed the cuffs and pulled, flipping her over to her stomach as the trousers came off. When she tried to turn, he held her down and rubbed his cock against the crack of her ass through the fabric. Rubbed, and moaned.

Emily humped her butt up against him, spreading her legs in anticipation. Robert stared down at his wife's slim back and noted how the widening of her legs made her butt seem broader, more inviting somehow. He pushed her forward and grabbed the leg band of her underwear and pulled it aside, lifting one leg awkwardly and tugging over and down until he'd uncovered her pussy. He thrust two fingers up inside of her, and she cried out in pleasure at his invasion of her body. Robert pulled his wife off of the bed until her feet dropped to the floor and then he entered her with his cock, shifting his hand around and into her underwear to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.