Swinging Steps

Dribbling slobber around her lips and nose, she spat while snatching a shirt to wipe her face.

After a coughing fit, she heatedly stared and then exclaimed, "Son, I never said I enjoyed eating salami. That's not what I like. You still have a lot to learn."

"Sorry, I thought—"

"That's not how a gentleman treats their mother. Right now, I'm not a whore."

"I'm so confused."

"I not roleplaying a skank sucking your dick, I'm your mom giving you a blowjob. Treat me with respect."

Jake abruptly said, "All of you, stop that damn jabbering. Sybil, suck your son's dick. It arouses me more than I thought it would."

Amused by her husband's perverse aspiration, Sybil decided to play the reluctant mother. She then said, "He's my son, that's taking this too far. I'm only showing Marisa how to do it. Next, you'll tell me to be nasty and play with myself while I do it, huh?"

Jake quipped, "Actually—yeah, shame yourself."

Sybil pretended to sob and then whimpered, "Bastard, making a mother humiliate herself while pleasuring her own son."

Jake's demeanor changed.

He replied, "Bottle the silly mother act, roleplaying isn't one of your talents. I'm not hard of hearing and I'm in the same damn room. None of you thought I could hear all those bullshit whispers and see those strange looks? I'm not fucking stupid. You've made me horny for a reason and now I figured out why."

Worried, Sybil twisted around to stare at her husband and said, "You know?"

"That Ramon and Marisa want to marry? Yeah, your frightened look confirms it. You thought to hide that fact from me. That's not going to happen. You thought to get me aroused watching them, so I'd be comfortable with the idea. Tonight, their deviant romance ends."

"Marriage?" Sybil replied and then gaped her mouth.

Jake added, "It was an absurd plan from the get-go. It's impossible to shame lovers by giving them what they desire? Here's my alternate solution, you'll make love to your son to twist his immoral thoughts away from my daughter."

Ramon looked at his mom and flatly said, "Is he serious?"

Befuddled by the turn of events, Sybil replied over her shoulder, "Shush."

Jake caught their weird interaction and said, "I don't find this amusing."

Swaying nervously on two feet, Marisa said, "What about me?"

"You'll watch your lover debase himself with his mother and cry from sorrow. You're not marrying your stepbrother, it's over."

Ramon leaned forward and whispered at his mom's ear, "There's been no talk of marriage. Has he lost his marbles? He's behaving peculiarly."

"Silent...I can work with this," Sybil murmured.

Jake stared at his wife, pointed, and then demanded, "Turn around, suck him and play with yourself while you do it. Get that pussy ready for him."

Sybil hastily replied, "If you're forcing me to do such a reprehensible act, it's only fair that you disgrace your own daughter. Twist her lust away from my son."

Jake gawked at his naked daughter. His mouth gradually turned up into a grin.

Marisa's eyes broadened at her father's lusty expression. She blurted, "Oh no..."

Jake said, "Get your skinny ass over here and get on your knees."

Biting her bottom lip, Marisa frightfully stared at Ramon and Sybil and cried, "I didn't sign up to be dad's permanent whore!"

Sybil quickly replied, "Stop."

Marisa slowly backed up and said, "You said it would be a one-time thing. We were supposed to share Ramon. I refuse to be turned into dad's slut."

"What is my daughter talking about? One-time thing? Sharing Ramon?" Jake said with accusation.

Sybil gave her stepdaughter an angry stare and snapped, "Marisa don't you dare run from this. Shut up, you've said quite enough. Accept your new role. I promise I'll figure out a way to fix this. Just do it!"

Jake replied, "Wife, I'm intrigued. Regardless of our dalliances with other couples, our marriage is founded on truth and trust. Care to enlighten me to the unusual situation that changed that dynamic? Willing to fess up?"

At that moment, Sybil felt guilt. Whether Ramon had been willing or not, she had instigated the affair. She feared to admit to it and refused to exhibit her wickedness as an immoral spectacle for his chastisement and ridicule. It was obvious, Jake was suspicious.

Sybil said, "We're done here. You know more than you're letting on and you've been playing with us. You know full well this has nothing to do with marriage. I will not have sex with my kid for your chastisement."

Jake replied, "Ramon kept telling me I needed to fix the ventilation. He was right, the noise does amplify to the bedrooms."

"Then you already know everything?"

Jake nodded his head and said, "I'm invoking club privilege for your deception. I'm loaning you out to whore yourself to your son for an indefinite period. I don't have to explain what that means. After all, dear wife, you've already committed yourself to be his slut. Now you fuck at my command, not his."

Shocked by that unexpected directive, Sybil pleaded, "Jake, please, don't use the game as retribution. Anything but that. You know what it does to me. I won't be his mother anymore. I won't recover. I'll do anything else."

Jake pointed his finger downward and twirled the tip in a circle.

Submitting to his command, Sybil whimpered and swiveled around on her knees to face Ramon.

With a grim expression, she grasped her son's flaccid dick and whispered, "Choice is taken from me."

Ramon replied, "This makes no sense. Isn't this what we wanted?"

Jake interrupted by saying, "A mother doesn't have sexual relations with their son. You lost that title the instant you gobbled his dick. They need to understand what just happened. Tell them."

Lowering her brow, her eyes watered. She then exclaimed, "This isn't what we want. Loaning me to you means literally that."

"Huh?" Ramon said.

"A form of punishment for insubordinate members that fail to live up to expectation. This isn't an incestuous affair between us anymore, it's retribution."

Ramon goggled his eyes at his mother and replied, "That's crazy."

Sybil nodded her head and leaned over him with her mouth hovering above his dick.

She then replied, "The game was established to add an element of eroticism. Instead, it's been used as a deterrent or reprimand. Loaning to whore is code for wife swap. Usually short-term exploitation."

"How is that punishment? You already have sex with these people. Your group is weird."

She continued, "Once cast into a role, the individual becomes that label. A willing slave with limits, so to speak. These affairs become monotonous, pleasurably addictive, or even worse, the person becomes amorous for their partner. Regardless, the penance is devastating in all three conditions."

"And you willingly agreeing to do this? Just don't do it."

"I can't. I'm obligated to play the role. If I wish to remain married and continue being a member, I must conform."

"Then just quit. I still don't get it."

"I once refused an unattractive partner. Jake invoked club privilege and forced me to spend a month fulfilling that man's every desire while he romanced the wife. My wreckage was falling in love with that unpleasant man at the end. That is the horror that results from such trysts. I can't quit because I'm conditioned to experience pleasure from it."

"They did that to you?"

"No, I did it to myself. No one else is to blame."

"How does this affect us?"

"I perform as a whore until he feels I've been punished enough. He's also disciplining you. Over time, you will call me slut by name and lose your desire for me. Then he'll pull the plug. That is the humiliation we must bear for our perceived betrayal."

"What about Marisa?" he said.

Expressing worry, Sybil pivoted her eyes up and her mouth opened with hesitation.

Ramon said, "What are you not saying?"

Sybil replied, "She was shaken by last night's event. She's not herself. I mistakenly played upon her condition and made it worse. I was so desperate. I must stop explaining now. I perform many functions but talking isn't one of them."

Jake laughed and said, "And your mother will be a nasty slut. You both desired an incestuous fling behind my back, well, you now have that freedom. Unfortunately, fucking on command is my power to abuse. You'll screw so much that it will indeed eliminate her status as your mother."

Ramon replied, "That's drastic and dreadfully harsh. Not counting illegal."

"Incest with your mother is unlawful."

"We're consenting adults behind closed doors and we harm no one. It's just sex and it's not anyone's business. We're not broadcasting it to the public."

Jake nodded his head and then smiled. "Harm's no one you say. I'm feeling injured. Playing me for a fool by using my daughter to entice me into accepting your incestuous affair is despicable and difficult to overlook. Being a sexually open-minded individual, if the truth had been told, I would have said yes with limits and this mess would have never evolved."

"We're both sorry. You don't need to do this to us," Ramon replied.

"I confess, watching her suck your dick did arouse me. The deviant nature of a mom and son fucking does turn me on. You've gone limp. Let's not put a damper on festivities and move on to the action.

Marisa replied, "Dad, I apologize. I was also aroused by the taboo. Now the idea makes me ill. I'm going to my room. I don't want any part of this mess."

Jake grinned and loudly exclaimed, "You are an integral part and you also require punishment. You're not going anywhere."

"Seriously, I'm no longer interested."

"The aberrant idea of watching you give me a blowjob would be sufficient. After our kiss and cuddle, I find the thought difficult to let go. Which brings me to offer you both a strange proposal."

Sybil abruptly cried, "Jake, no, don't bring her into this. You don't understand—"

Jake quickly interrupted, "I know you manipulated her into agreeing to fuck her own father for your twisted plot. A blowjob is nothing compared to that. Unlike you, she's not obligated to perform. You have a task, so fill your oral cavity and shut up.

Holding a mystery, Sybil smiled up at Ramon and whispered, "Don't say I didn't warn him," and then dove her mouth on her son's cock.

Marisa winced at her stepmother's eagerness to play her new role. She turned to look at her dad and said, "I'm not putting your penis in my mouth and I'm not agreeing to whatever it is you're suggesting."

"Membership in our swinger's club doesn't interest you?" Jake said.

She replied, "You'll let us be swingers?"

"You are consenting adults and you've both copulated as a couple. You meet the requirements."

Ramon placed his hands on his mother head to steady her fervent action and then said, "That's an asinine offer."

Jake smiled and directed his voice at his daughter, "You can screw your brother whenever you want without judgment. Instead of watching from the fringes, you can participate. Of course, it's entirely your decision."

Marisa drew both hands downward and clasped her legs against them.

"Oh, fuck no, I'm tingling. I'm so confused," she muttered.

"Seriously, you can't be considering this?" Ramon said.

Marisa replied, "I don't want to, but I am enticed by the idea. Ramon, we can copulate anytime we want and not worry about reprisal. We'll be sex partners. We can do other people. Experience new pleasures. Our relationship won't matter."

Jake said, "Unfortunately, it does. You join as a pretend married couple. It's deceptive but revealing yourselves as brother and sister is a serious problem. Being stepsiblings would be palatable to some, but I wouldn't take the chance. Of course, both of you are required to honor club rules."

"I'm in," Marisa said.

Crimping his mother's head and groaning, Ramon gawked at Marisa.

Observing her stepbrother's expression, Marisa exclaimed, "What?"

"A minute ago, you wanted to run screaming. You got wet from the idea and bam."

"I'm so horny I can't think of nothing else."

Sybil made loud grunting noises.

Lured by those signs for attention, Ramon looked down at her.

With her lips encircling the girth of his dick, she glared and gave him a mischievous wink. She then clumsily expressed a gawky smile meant to convey an amusing thought without using words.

Interpreting those visual inflections, Ramon broadly grinned and then directed his gaze to his stepsister.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" Marisa nervously inquired.

He then addressed his stepfather and said, "Sure, I agree to everything. All rules apply, right?"

Jake hesitantly nodded.

Marisa smiled.

Ramon then said, "Suck your dad's cock."

Daze by that abrupt directive, Marisa staggered and braced her hand against the arm of the chair.

Ramon asked, "Are you okay?"

She replied, "No, no...I didn't agree to become a slut. One time only...no, no...I...I...I can't do it."

"You're refusing?"

"I only agreed to join the club for us. Why are you coercing me to do my dad?"

"Per his words, we're fictitiously married, so I'm invoking privilege for your refusal to pleasure him. I'm loaning you out to whore yourself to your dad for an indefinite period. I don't have to explain what that means."

Marisa blathered, "You wouldn't..." while squirming in place.

Pressing her thighs tightly together, she spat "You bastard," and then wistfully mumbled, "You made his whore," followed by a reverberant moan cut short by her suddenly clamping jaw shut.

Sitting comfortably on the chair with no understanding of his daughter's odd behavior, Jake gave her a curious stare and then unceremoniously widened his legs.

Marisa's gaze immediately fixed on her father's movement.

Stroking his dick, he playfully said, "Capitulate if you wish to remain a member."

Marisa's eyes drifted to her father's large boner.

She shivered while blabbering, "Oh, no, no, she mind-fucked me...so big...so desirable...so screwed."

Folding her bottom lip under the top, she wiggled in place.

Jake pointed the plump tip of his cock towards her.

Conflicted with muddled thoughts and strange sensations, Marisa stood gawking at his prick. Her mouth dropped open to stammer out jittering sounds and broken pronunciations.

Observing her trepidation and weird mannerisms, Jake decided he'd taken it too far and said, "Sweetie, the truth is, this is just a morbid sex game. No one is ever forced, and no one ever refuses. Wholehearted belief in the role generates horror that stimulates arousal. Do you understand what this is all about?"

Marisa nodded her head and mumbled madness under her breath.

"Individuals accepting that their fate is sealed is the crux that makes the game so effective. I can't fathom why you succumb to the game so easily. I suspect that your odd reaction is stirred by the terror provoked by a passionate belief. My objective was never to cause you distress. Are you still with me?"

She reluctantly pivoted her gaze from his mouthwatering dick to lock her eyes on his face.

Feeling timid and disorientated, she said, "Yes, sir."

He continued, "This bogus rule of punishment, we call the game, is only camouflage for fantasy fulfillment and discovery with trusted couples. It is simply roleplaying. For whatever reason, you've taken it to heart. This situation between us is a taboo fantasy. It doesn't require exploration. I say we end this now and never revisit it again."

"I want the horror!" Marisa cried.

Jake broadened his eyes as she rushed him.

Straddling his waist, she greedily snatched his cock from his hands.

Jake gulped as his daughter needled the meaty head into her hole.

He bellowed, "You don't have to do this. You're moving too fast. We need to use protection. I'll impregnate you."

Marisa's eyes widened at the word, "Impregnate."

She then shrieked, "Terrify me daddy!" and plunged her pussy down on his shaft.

"Oh fuck," and, "Oh God," was cried out simultaneously and melded into gasps.

Pivoting at the knees, Marisa wildly rode her father.

Astonished by her feverish actions, Jake unwittingly bantered, "She's so wet."

Sloshy smacking sounds emanated from where they coupled.

Marisa moaned, "Oh, oh, oh..." and braced both hands on her waists to ratchet herself up and down at a faster pace.

With his eyes glued upon his daughter's adoring boobs, his gaze wobbled about as they bounced and swayed from repetition.

Driven by a perverse desire to grope them, Jake licked his lips and cupped each weighty breast in both hands.

Upon touch, his dick hardened more.

"Forgive me," she breathlessly muttered.

"Huh?" he groaned.

She then squealed and planted his cock deep until the bulbous head pressed against her cervix.

Sitting with the shaft fully buried, Marisa braced her hands against her father's chest and leaned forward to kiss him with a wagging tongue. Slowly gyrating her pelvis to match the pulse of his throbbing rod, she moaned.

Feeling his daughter's hot wet twat embracing his dick, Jake gave in to temptation and flickered his tongue against hers with an equal amount of lust.

He removed his hands from her breasts to crimp the side of her head. Rambling his fingers through her damp hair, he then locked lips and the fever escalated.

She diverged from gyrating to undulating her mound against his.

He moved his hands to the curvature of her buttocks and rolled with her motion.

Marisa broke the pucker and slithered her tongue down the side of his neck.

Making a wet line to his hairy chest, she pivoted her eyes up at him and said, "Desiring my father, does that make me sick?"

"To fantasize, no," he replied.

Rolling her pelvis in a back and forth motion to rub her clit, she cooed, "What about now?"

"Inappropriate and immoral by every standard," he groaned, "I fuck other men's wives, I'm not qualified to judge."

Jake slid his hands up to her narrow waist and thrust himself upward.

"Yes!" Marisa wailed with a shudder.

Across from them, Sybil hysterically cried, "Oh baby, don't force your mother to do that, it's wrong!"

"Ride my cock, you slut," Ramon responded.

Finding mirth from their silly engagement, Marisa giggled.

"You find humor from that?" Jake asked.

Riding her dad's prick like a dancer at a titty bar, Marisa said, "She takes the whore-thing seriously."

He replied, "I told you, heartfelt belief in the role you've been given adds an element of eroticism. She's not pretending."

"So, to her, being coerced to do it is real and she's actually terrified."

"Part of the game, but yeah, she's appalled by not having a choice. It adds a dynamic that provokes divergent emotions counter to what she previously felt. She intentionally absorbs herself into the fantasy."

"How long do you plan to punish them?"

"Until they forget it's a game," he replied.

"Dad, that's horrible, you can't do that. It will ruin them."

"Her betrayal was more impactive than I led on."

Marisa exclaimed, "She believed you wouldn't approve. Revealing the truth was always her goal. We went about it the wrong way. Is this my future?"

Jake replied, "Absolutely not. Doing this with you is a dream, but it's wrong and we need to stop."

"No, not until you make me come. Promise me you'll stop their punishment."

"Okay, I forgive them. A few months of penance will be enough."

"That's too much. She'll definitely end up pregnant."

Jake grinned.

"You can't be serious. That's sick."

He shrugged and said, "She refuses to make him wear a condom. The very idea that it's her son ejaculating in her drives her orgasms. She doesn't care about the consequence. It's inevitable."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Of course not. But this isn't her first fixation. Frankly, she needs to be taught a lesson. Unlike her, I'm giving you a choice. Don't be equally foolish. You unwisely jumped my cock without protection and then asked to be terrified. You're begging me to inseminate you and it reminds me of her."