Trading Cards Ch. 02 - Beth

DISCLAIMER: This is a complete work of fiction. All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older and completely fictional. No part of this story is derived from actual events. The author does not condone incest. Also, the author does not condone any sexual activities being performed without complete and clear consent. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the naughtiness!

2

Beth was driving home, annoyed, she had just been sent home from work. Not because she did anything wrong, just a result of being low woman on the totem pole. She has only worked at the club for a year, and she isn't sure if she is cut out for it anyway. At nearly 19-years-old she is lucky to have this job, true. These waitress jobs are extremely difficult to get and on a good night, it could pay a fortune. But tonight, she got sent home because there weren't enough reserved booths and she wasn't willing to fuck her boss. Oh, did she mention that the easiest way to gain status is to hook up with her sleezy boss Ron? That wasn't going to happen, is it?

Beth isn't a slut; she hasn't even been promiscuous. She hasn't had many boyfriends, and she is known for making boys earn their way into her pants. And because she liked to dress to impress, meaning high skirts, low tops and always, ALWAYS, sexy panties... let's just say every boy at school drooled over her and assumed she was dtf.

Most of the time, they'd be wrong. She isn't a prude, she's had sex. She's had multiple partners, and she's performed the sexual acts that appealed to her. She has worked on completing them like a sex bucket list.

She's given blowjobs, she's tried deep throating. That wasn't bad, she was usually able to get the whole dick in her mouth, but in her experience the boners haven't been that long... or thick.

She's been fucked missionary and doggy. She found missionary a little boring, at times. She did particularly love it when she could lift one leg over a man's shoulder. She felt with the right dick, the angle could be just right to hit her g spot. When she tried doggy, she understood why nobody disliked it. She's even kissed a few of her girlfriends. But her absolute top of the list favorite... is riding guys.

Beth was a pillow humper. No, Beth, IS a pillow humper, she always has been, she always will be. As long as there's life in her body, she will hump and grind on whatever she can. In fact, eating pussy has always been extremely low on Beth's sexual checklist but scissoring had always held a place near the top. Beth isn't gay, she might not even be bi; however, she does enjoy the female body, and girl on girl porn. She just feels as a seasoned grinder, rubbing pussy to pussy must be experienced.

There is no doubt about how much she loves humping and grinding on dicks; unfortunately, not many of the guys she's been with have been able to last once she gets started. She's good at it, she's really good at it, she takes pride in it! She can buck, rub and hump for hours but she doesn't need to. Beth can grind out an orgasm in seconds on the tiniest of dicks.

Speaking of dicks, Beth replayed the conversation she had with Ron before leaving the club. She was complaining to her friend Vikki at the bar. The music thumped in her ear and she couldn't help but be annoyed at hearing Vikki's same old speech.

"Ya just gotta be patient Babes. I was here fourteen months before Ron thought I was ready. And look at me now." Said Vikki holding her tray up in the perfect waitress pose. More like fourteen months until you were giving Ron head in the walk-in. Thought Beth, so she responded.

"Yeah, I guess."

Vikki wasn't listening, she was reassessing her tray. Muttering to herself.

"Two whisky, four margs, long island and... hey Mikey where the fucks my old fash... oouiii!"

Vikki jumped as Ron came up behind her and covertly pinched her ass.

"Why yous hollering?" said Ron, he continued "Be careful gorgeous, open your mouth that wide and someone might put something in it." He winked.

"Mikey forgot my VIP's old fashion."

"He did what?!" Ron said in mock outrage. "Mikkkey! Mikarino." Now yelling, "Where's baby girl's old fashion?"

"Right here Ron." Said Mikey delivering the drink. Ron took the drink from Mikey and placed it on Vikki's tray. "There you go. Taken care of." Ron said as if Vikki needed his help in getting the drink she ordered from Mikey, TWICE. Vikki left with, "Thanks Ron, you're the best." And favored him with a smile. Beth honestly couldn't tell if she was patronizing him. Probably not, Beth was pretty sure Vikki had been brainwashed by this place. With Vikki's departure, Ron just stood there in front of Beth, hands on hips. He crooked his head to the side and smirked at her.

"So MT." M. T. is what Ron called Beth, it stood for Miss Tease. It's a name a group of VIPs gave her in her first couple weeks. The VIPs liked her that night, they loved her cheeky remarks at their sexual inuendo and her casual attitude to their groping. She could handle some scandalous words and inappropriate touching from the guys who were going to pay for her college for a month in one night. Nobody had ever forced her, they'd just been peeved and disappointed at the end of the night when they realized she wasn't going home with any of them. They'd be left with fantasies and blue balls.

Ron on the other hand, wasn't allowed to touch her at all! He certainly wasn't pinching her like he had just Vikki. If she had a guess, she'd say Ron only pinched Vikki because Beth was standing there to see it. "So M. T. Looks like we don't got enough tables for you tonight."

"What about table three? Marna isn't here tonight, and you usually have two girls on three."

"Two for two, Elle Woods." Elle Woods was Ron's other name for her. He had heard she was thinking of going Pre-Law, so...

"Haha, thanks. So, I can be the second on three?"

"Well, no, cause I'm putting Tina as second on three."

"Brah, I've been here way longer than Tina. She's only been here two months!"

"Yeah, but Tina's more of a team player. She goes, above and..." He did that fucking smirk and looked down at his crotch. "And below."

"You know I'm not gonna do that Ron." Beth pleaded. "Come on, I can be a team player, have me pick up your dry cleaning or feed your dog."

"Don't have a dog M. T." Ron continued. "Go home, take the weekend off. I'm sure we won't need you tomorrow night either. It's been slow, not a lot of reszos."

"But Ron..." Beth started but was cut off.

"Listen babe. Not everyone is cut out to work here. Some people just can't meet the job description. Come back next weekend and we'll see if you can get me up to giving you a table. And if you don't come back, well I assure you..." He gave his skeeviest grin, "It's your loss." Without another word, he turned and danced his way onto a mostly empty dance floor, doing the... shopping cart? Eww. I have to hook up with THAT, to keep this job. FML.

Lost in thought, she parked her car on the street, Bobby's car was in the driveway spot. Beth honestly didn't know what she would do. Her whole life, she figured if she was confronted with this situation, she knew how she'd proceed. But there was no point in claiming sexual harassment against a guy like Ron. He made that club money, he was the reason the VIPs came in, they were his friends. If the club lost Ron, it would just replace him with some other Ron and in the meantime the only people who would suffer would be the girls. They needed this job and so did she. And frankly, none of the girls she knew who were fucking Ron, seemed unhappy. In fact, they loved their job, and they didn't seem skeeved out by Ron whatsoever.

She was just getting a grip on the possibility that she'd maybe try fooling around with Ron as she pulled her key from the knob. She closed the door to her family's home and what she saw made her freeze. She was in a minor state of shock as she gazed upon the scene in front of her.

Beth's mother was bent over her dorky, 20-year-old brother, Bobby's lap in nothing but a thong. Bobby was repeatedly slapping her forty-six-year-old ass. Bobby pulled her hair as he... disciplined her? Her first instinct was to run over there and stop him. But then she heard what her mom was saying, "Stick a finger in." Whaaaaat the fuck? She thought, as she watched Bobby tease her mom and eventually oblige. They were completely focused on each other and... What is on the TV. WHAT is on the TV? Is that... mooooom!

Her mind tried to make sense of the situation. She thought, maybe her mom was making her brother watch her homemade sex tape, while Bobby got her off? It seemed unlikely, but she no longer wanted it to stop. She was entranced by it; but she couldn't stand there forever, she didn't want them to know she had caught them.

Beth crept up the stairs to hide and get a better vantage point. She crouched down and from there she could see what was happening on the couch, but not the TV... completely. She heard her mother's moans both live and recorded. As she watched, she was jealous of the powerful orgasms her mother was having. She seemed to be in a state of uncontrollable bliss, even with her dweeby big bro performing the acts. Look at him controlling her. And she looks so sexy bent over his lap and... squeezing his cock! It was like a live porn scene.

Beth liked porn, she probably watched too much of it. She was getting wet now. She unconsciously positioned her heel on her clit. Even on the stairs she could figure out how to grind. All that grinding practice is paying off. She rocked back and forth and almost worked herself up to an orgasm, when her mom finally fell limp. Beth had just watched Bobby work her asshole with two fingers, and now he gave her a few bonus slaps. Her mother, Stacy, shivered with ecstasy and fell to the floor, saying,

"That's enough Bobby. That's enough..." Then mom slowly crawled between Bobby's legs.

Hearing her mother's next words nearly made Beth shout, "WHAT?!" aloud. Her mom just asked to suck Bobby's cock. It reaffirmed her theory that she was coursing him to do this. Her jaw nearly dropped when she pulled back his shorts and revealed his penis. It was not the biggest dick she's ever seen, if you count porn. But it was a nice size dick! She always assumed and told him, that he has a tiny dick. It's no monster, but it's girthy and she believed he'd be a hit with most ladies. She wondered if that thing would fit inside her. She's been told she's pretty tight, but she never really felt overly stretched out.

She was rocking aggressively when she stuck her hand up her tank top and under her bra. She loved feeling her nipples, they were so sensitive. She was fixed on her mother devouring her brother's cock. She sucked dick like it was a privilege. She was not only sucking, licking and suckling Bobby's cock but she was worshiping it. Anytime she released his member from her jaws to moan she would rub it against her face. Her mom had her own hand down her panties and Beth watched as she squirm and shimmied out of her sweatpants between attempting to siphon every drop of precum from his tip. Mom wasn't just pleasuring Bobby; she was indulging in his thick member. Beth watched with intense arousal as her mother reached orgasm once again.

"Ooooooooh Bobbbyyyyy, I'm cumming again." Her mother wailed. Beth was getting close to cumming too. She moaned, softly and silently as she jerked her body over heel while holding her nipple with one hand and the railing with the other, steadying herself. She squealed; Bobby turned his head.

Bobby stared her straight in the eyes. He then took in her appearance. She quickly pulled her hand out of her shirt, but she couldn't stop rocking. She didn't know how to react, so she just stared. Bobby, for his part, just winked at her and turned back to their mom. He winked at her! Who does that dork think he is? She couldn't dwell on her annoyance at his smugness. He wasn't usually smug, well he isn't usually getting blow jobs from mom either, is he?

As her mom jerked through her post orgasm spasms, Bobby stood up. So did Beth, as much as she wanted to finish her orgasm and see Bobby's, fear was the stronger emotion. She didn't want to get caught by her mom too, so she took flight up to her room. She stood by her door, listening. Once she heard Bobby's guttural moan that signaled, he too had cum, she shut it behind her.

***

Stacy reached the top of the stairs, one hand on the railing, the other with her sweatpants and t-shirt draped over it. Wearing nothing but her leopard print thong, she was covered in sweat and... her own son's semen! What did I do? No, what did WE do? She thought. She couldn't take full blame; Bobby certainly was the aggressor. But he didn't make you grab his cock. And he certainly didn't make her ask to suck it. She couldn't help it; he was doing exactly what no man has done for her since her divorce. Bobby had taken control and demanded she give into her submissive tendencies.

She passed Beth's room; the door was closed. That's odd, she thought. Stacy would have sworn that Beth's door was open before she and Bobby.... Thoughts of being spanked swept Beth's door from her mind and carried Stacy until she found herself in her own bedroom. Once again, she stood in front of her full-length mirror and examined her body. She noticed the tripod over her shoulder, her whole body quivered. She saw her face, covered in bright white cum, she was delighted to see there were still globs she had missed.

Stacy loved eating cum, it was her absolute favorite! She didn't care that after Bobby finished on her that he saw her spooning it into her mouth. It had just been too long since she ate ANY. She couldn't pass on this opportunity. She wasn't disappointed, Bobby's seed, warm and salty, was especially pleasing to her pallet. Even now, after cooling, she delighted in his flavor. While exploring her body for still wet cum, she also delighted in her own sexiness.

Stacy's breasts were always a crowd pleaser; it didn't shock her Bobby wanted so desperately to see them. They've grown a little since her youth, but really, they just sagged. She cupped and lifted them. They looked almost fake when pushed up in a bra, but now she admired how they fit in her hands like a pair of cantaloupes. She admired her dark areolas, a good 2 inches in diameter. She gave her, now hard, gum drop nipples a practiced pinch.

She turned to the side and admired her bum, she felt some of her own juices run down her inner thigh. Like her ass, they were voluptuous, thick and still red from Bobby's handiwork. She released her breasts and ran one hand down along her side over her bottom. The other moved down her stomach until it finished its journey, cupping the soaked fabric between her legs. She ran that hand back over her stomach and pinched a bit of fat at her waistband. She did the same with her love handles. I bet with just a little bit of exercise, I could lose these, she thought, referring to her small pouch and love handles. I bet it would turn Bobby on. What the fuck Stacy! That was a one-time deal.

Stacy heard Bobby's basement door close loudly and she snapped out of it. She rolled her panties down her thighs, over her knees and dropped them to the floor. She stepped out of them, grabbed her still damp towel from her bed and left her room. It was time to stop scrapping her son's jizz into her mouth and get her second shower in an hour.

***

Beth heard the shower start running and knew her mom was in there, likely washing Bobby's cum from her body. WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK!? What the fuck? With the last, "What the fuck?" almost a whisper in her head, Beth asked herself, what exactly did I just witness? It was all just so bizarre. The spanking, the finger fucking. Bobby ramming her butthole, her asking him to suck his dick, the video... THE VIDEO!

From the stairs, Beth didn't have a great view of it. Plus, she had been so caught up in what Bobby and her mom were doing she forgot to watch the video at all. But she did hear it. Her mother's moans still rang in her ears. That thought got Beth worked up again, she felt her crotch begin to flood. She grabbed her favorite pillow and placed it in the center of her bed. She then knelt and unzipped her, knee high, black heeled boots. God she loves these boots. Fucking in these boots are on her sex-list.

With her boots off, Beth didn't take that moment to soak in her feet's freedom. She was extremely horny, so she instead quickly crawled onto her bed. While hiking up her short black skirt she placed one leg over the pillow and straddled it.

Like her mother, she too was wearing a thong tonight. Hers was silk and a dark forest green. Beth loved grinding in silky panties. She was always looking for the best pair of panties for grinding. She especially loved this thong. It was the softest silk, perfect for working her clit up. It also was thick enough that when she pulled it up her ass crack, there was enough material to feel the pressure rubbing her anus.

Which is exactly what she is doing right this instance. Beth slowly rocked like she was riding a bull. She called this maneuver the Reverse Bull. It's just like riding a bull only the reigns are her thong and she's yanking the reigns up her ass. She was breathing heavily and loudly out of her nose. She could feel the build coming as she remembered the scene below and imagined what could be in the video she glimpsed.

"mmmh" She wanted more than anything to watch it. "iiimmmmm, iiiiiiimmmmmmmm." Her mouth fell open "aahhh."

Electricity was coursing through her, she didn't remember ever being this worked up. She was dripping, her pillow was getting drenched. She desperately wanted to remove her shirt; she slowed her gallop and lifted her tank top over her head and released her bra clasps as quickly as she could. She leaned forward on her pillow and entered into a slow glide. She rocked and felt the pressure against her slippery clit. She caught a glimpse of herself in her mirror. She thought she was quite a sight. Hunched over, bare chested with her skirt jacked up and thong exposed. She kinda reminded Beth of her mother earlier. An idea came over Beth...

SLAP!

Beth spanked her own ass. She surprised herself with a soft growl. She mustered her strength and hit her other cheek with much more force.

SLAP!

She let out a grunt of "Hmmmph." From there, she proceeded without hesitation, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She peppered her ass with slaps as she fantasized that she was in the scene earlier. She started grunting and rocking with more force, imagining she was being spanked by her brother. Did I want to be spanked? Or do I want to do the spanking? She pressed her pelvis even harder on the pillow and imagined herself, spanking her mom, calling her Stacy and having her insist on calling her mommy. Only Beth wouldn't give in so easily like Bobby. Beth would make Stacy squirm and maybe even make her call Beth mommy. That was too much, the floodgates were open.

Beth buried her face in her mattress as she "squeeeeeeealed" releasing her orgasm. Her hands gripped her comforter, she spasmed once, twice... SEVEN times before rolling onto her back. She softly touched her nipples, she twitched, they are soooo sensitive. She moved her hand over her mound. She ran her fingers through her tiny bush, she wondered if her mom was shaven. She thought she would have noticed if she had a big bush, she wouldn't put it past her. Fuck, I wanna see that video. I bet Bobby has it. Would he give it to me? Could she talk to him about this?

She toiled with plans on how to approach him. No idea came to mind, and she figured she'd think on it. But right now, all she really wants is a cigarette. She turned over, reached for her purse and opened it. She felt around and found the pack. Shit! She thought as she noticed, she is out of smokes.

***

Bobby sat on his bed in the musky basement they called his room. It was basically wall to wall with junk with a corner at the bottom of the stairs cut out with just enough room for a bed and a desk. He had some Rubbermaid drawers and a rack for his clothes. It was good enough for him.

Bobby was riding the high of what just occurred. The way it played out was just... perfect. He thought. When he propositioned his mother for a video, he never thought it could lead down a slippery slope that would end with his dick in his mother's pussy. But also, never in his imagination did he think he could be so assertive. True, spanking his mother was one of his favorite fantasies to jerk off to. And he knew if he ever got the opportunity... well, he was proud he took his opening.

Once it escalated, things had happened so fast. It was almost a blur and when Stacy, I mean mommy came, then, when she asked to suck my cock! When he heard those words... "I want to suck your cock." And when he thought about those doe eyes staring at him....

Let's just say he never wished to be recording more in his life. The video! Bobby jumped off the bed and grabbed his phone. He sat at his desk and turned on his desktop computer. He booted it up and linked his phone.

He typed in his password and moved to download the video. He felt an immense weight, he didn't know he was carrying, fall from his shoulders. He also felt a pit in his stomach. He was relieved to have a backup of the video, but he also felt the pressure of this scandalous video of his mother being on another device. He knew how to keep it safe; he was hiding it on his mobile and he'd password protect, plus encrypt it on his desktop.

Bobby opened the video and pressed PLAY. His plan was to watch it through in totality. He didn't get the opportunity earlier; he was too distracted with dominating his nearly naked mother on his lap. As Bobby watched, he felt himself growing. He thanked god that he jerked off in his car earlier. If he hadn't, he never would have lasted long enough to get his cock sucked by his mother. He would have exploded the second she squeezed him through his pants. Just watching the video, he could feel that his excitement could lead to another epic load of cum. He was delighted in the amount of cum he was able to spray on mommy.

Bobby began taking screen shots of his mom in vulnerable positions. He thanked his foresight to change the video settings on her phone. The resolution displayed her nipple so clearly in her mouth as she pushed and arched her body for her first orgasm. He luxuriated in the way the screen shots caught her lust in motion. At times she seemed to be in so much pleasure it looked painful. She made faces that he never could have imagined his mother making and others that he'll never be able to look at the same again.

Bobby abandoned his earlier plan to watch the video though and jerk off. He was enjoying taking screen shots so much he started to dissect video clip by clip. He heard the floorboards above him creak. It couldn't be his mother, she was in the shower, he could hear the water flowing annoyingly through the pipes. It must be Beth. Oh yeah, Beeeetttth! The thought of Beth made him smile. How much did she see? He knows she liked it; he saw her touching herself. How will she react? Fuck it felt good to wink at her. I bet that pissed her off. I wonder what she'll say. Will she even say anything? Bobby found that asking these questions aroused him further. He was looking forward to confronting her. He wanted to do it right now. No, I'll wait. I shouldn't push my luck.

Bobby was feeling bold. He felt a power shift when he locked eyes with his sister while his mother was devouring his cock. He knew he wouldn't let Beth embarrass him anymore. What could she do? Tell dad? I'd like to hear that conversation. He thought it would probably go like this.

"Daaaaad, Bobby finger fucked mom."

"Really?! What did your mother do?"

"Nothing, she asked to suck his dick."

"What? Why didn't you stop them."

"I was busy grinding on my heel and playing with my titty."

He giggled to himself. He knew she wouldn't have that conversation or anything like it. She liked watching, he could see it clearly at that moment. He wondered how he could use that to his advantage as he took a particularly vivid shot of his mom's pussy. He deduced she definitely shaved after she made this. He silently thanked her as he continued to wank with his hand in his already soiled shorts.

***

Beth needed a cigarette. Her mom was in the shower, so she checked her room looking for her pack. She must have left them downstairs. Beth hit the light when she got to the bottom of the stairs, she checked the scene of the crime. Eww, she tried not to look at the damp spot where Bobby was sitting. And is that his cum on the floor? She didn't see any cigs, she kept moving, trying to figure out if she was actually grossed out or just being a bitch. She found her mom's pack.

"Shit!"

It's empty. There's only one thing to do. She'd have to ask Bobby

Shit! Shit!

Slowly and determinedly with nerves not appropriate for asking your bro for a smoke, Beth opened Bobby's door and said,

"Hey Tard, can I get a cig?"

Bobby knew his sister would enter his room before she opened his door. His computer desk sits right at the bottom of the steps. He slowly rotated his gaming chair to face her, not bothering to remove his hand from inside his shorts. He was pleased to see Beth didn't miss the gesture; her eyes went right to his junk. He was rewarded seeing the reddening of her usually perfectly tanned skin. She looked away, going as far as putting a hand up to the side of her face to block her view.

Bobby indulged in her embarrassment as he continued to slowly stroke his cock under his shorts. She's wearing the cutest pjs. Hot pink shorts, cut just high enough to reveal the bottoms of her ass. Her matching top, with a classic button-down lapel hid her bust but framed it beautifully. God, even in her most modest pjs she's so sexy. Maybe modest wasn't the best word as he noticed a slip of her dark panties under her shorts.

"Just give me a cig, perv." She said, lowering her hand. Bobby watched her eyes go straight back to his lap. She can't help but look! Bobby loved how uncomfortable she was. He wasn't uncomfortable at all. In fact, he felt great! Possibly, euphoric and even more emboldened. Adrenaline, pumping, Bobby thought, I wonder if this is what drugs feel like.

"What's in it for me?" He said.

She seemed to contemplate for a moment, then sneered.

"If you give me a smoke, I won't tell anyone about what I saw you and mom doing?

Bobby let that hover in the air for an extra-long moment. Then with a calm he didn't know he was capable of; he broke the silence.

"Name calling and blackmail?" He said softly with a firm grip on his member. "You get more bees with honey, Beth." He stroked his cock with a little more force hoping she picked up on the inuendo. Her eye roll said she did.

"Besides, you won't tell anyone. And I don't care if you do. Mommy, might." He smirked and squeezed his tongue softly between his teeth and continued. "I know you liked watching us. Plus, you're the one currently starring at my cock. So, who's the perv now?"

She reddened even further but didn't let it stamper her words.

"I don't know what you're talking about, stop being a freak!" She pulled her hand up again to shield her eyes, but not really. Looking through her fingers she said, "Can you just... please just, take your hand out of your pants."

"What this?" Bobby replied adjusting so she could clearly see the full outline of his cock formed against his mesh shorts. "Since you asked nicely." Bobby removed his hand from his shorts and turned back to his monitor. He took the opportunity to grab a cigarette from his pack and light it. He clicked open a folder and started going through his mom's screen shots.

"I'm sorry mom made you do that stuff, but it doesn't mean you have to be a dick Bobby, give me a smoke." She whined.

"She didn't make me do it." He said, still calm. "And sorry, this is my last one." He finished, as he took a drag while still scrolling through the screen shots. He could tell his sister had moved closer by the scent of her perfume. She was right behind him; he looked over his shoulder. She was staring at the screen, entranced. When she spoke next, she sounded distant.

"Wow." She just stared, then said in almost a monotone. "I know you have another pack?"

"Do I?" He clicked the folder closed and the pictures disappeared from the screen. He turned to face her again.

"If I did, what would you trade me for it?" He asked, an idea formulating in his mind.

"What? You want me to buy it? You're such a dick, how much?" She countered.

"No, I don't want to sell it to you. I want to trade you. Just like I did with mom."

"What do you mean, just like you did with mom?"

Beth stood right in front of him listening to Bobby explain how he ended up trading his mother a card for a video of her masturbating. By the time he started spanking her because she mocked him on the video, Beth had to sit down on the steps.

Beth was completely engrossed in the story. She could picture everything, Bobby stopped when he got to the part where he noticed her. They sat in silence for a few beats and Beth spoke first.

"Where did you, you know, finish?" she asked. Beth couldn't help herself, she felt like she got shorted the cum shot twice tonight. "You know..."

Bobby could tell his sister was loving hearing the full story, so he told it in great detail. She sat on the stairs to get comfortable pretty early on. He saw her squeezing her knees like she had to pee, he knew she didn't. At the conclusion, he cut the story short intentionally. When she took the bait, he was ready.

"Did I cum on mom?"

She nodded.

"Or did she swallow?"

She nodded again, licking her lips a little.

Bobby stood up and reenacted how he shot rope after rope of semen all over their mother. Beth kept her eyes on his hand squeezing his member above his shorts. With each thrust he mimed, she jumped back a smidge.

Beth watched Bobby theatrically mimic shooting his swimmers on their mom. When he finished, Bobby sat and just stared at her. What's with him? How could he have changed so much since she left for work? She found she was a little intimidated by him. He had the confidence of a villain out of a comic book. All he needed was to be stroking a cat on his lap. But there is no cat, instead he was stroking his cock, right in front of her! She was pretty sure this trade wasn't going to be something she's up for.

"So do you wanna make a trade?" Bobby asked.

"I fucking doubt it. I'm sure as shit not doing any of the things mom did!"

"Like what mom did?" He laughed, "You want a butt! Mom needed me to help her pay the bills. It's a little different. I'm not gonna ask to watch you fuck yourself for a cigarette." He gave her his best sinister smile. "Unless you want to."

Beth watched as Bobby opened his desk drawer and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. She knew he had more. He pulled out an unopened pack, held it up and said, "I just need a little favor. Do it for me and I'll give you a whole pack."

"No naughty stuff?" She asked.

"Beth, get your head out of the gutter." He mocked indignation.

"Fuck you!" She retorted. Then, considering, "The whole pack?"

"The whole pack." He affirmed.

"Alright, what do you want?" She asked, she might as well find out what the offer is.

Bobby heard the water stop running a couple of minutes ago, his mother was out of the shower. While telling the story, he couldn't stop thinking about the video. He still hadn't gotten the opportunity to sit and jack off while watching it in its entirety. He had a thought that he knew would make his masturbatory session all the better, so he told Beth what he wanted.

"Mom's out of the shower. I want you to go upstairs and steal me her panties."

"Her panties?! You want a pair of her panties?"

"No Beth, I want the panties. The leopard ones she was wearing tonight."

"Why?" Beth asked, but she knew why. "Ew, Bobby. I'm not doing that, what if they're in her room? What am I just gonna knock on the door and ask mom for her cummy panties."

Just hearing Beth say, "Cummy panties" filled Bobby with lust. He knew if he had to, he would sneak up there and get that thong somehow, but he really liked this way. Involving Beth, turned him up to eleven, or maybe just a thick seven.

"Ask her if you want. I don't care how you get them. Just bring them down here to me and these are yours." He waved the pack in her face. She took a swipe to grab them. He was too quick.

"What the fuck Bobby. Are you serious?" Normally Beth would assume he wasn't. To be precise, normally they don't speak this much. In fact, this is the most they've spoken to each other in a long time. Bobby was far closer to their older sister Nancy; he spoke to her all the time before she moved away.

She didn't need to hear his answer. Beth knew he was serious. And considering the deal he made with mom earlier; she thought this was a bargain. Beth knew this was something she could do. If the perv wants to get off to his mommy's soiled panties, well, at least he didn't ask her to help in other ways to get him off. He is offering a whole pack.

"Fine, I'll be right back." With no further ado, Bobby watched as Beth turned and headed back up the stairs to steal his mom's panties. Bobby was pleased to watch her go, her pajamas were just high enough for him to see the bottoms of her cheeks. As he watched he thought her ass looked like a miniature version of his mom's. I wonder how else she's like mom. He was excited to find out as he turned back to take more screen shots.

***

Beth left Bobby's "room" with no idea how she was going to procure her mom's panties. She couldn't really think of a plan because all she could think about was seeing that video. She passed the living room couch, and it made her think of the video. She looked at the living room TV, she thought of the video. She went up the steps, passing where she was a voyeur, she thought of the video. She was just about to knock on her mother's door, thinking of the video, when she noticed it was slightly open.

"Hey, mom. Can I bum a smoke?" She asked and slowly opened the door.

Her mother didn't reply. She could hear her soft breaths indicating she was sleeping. Beth took in her appearance for a moment. She was face down on the bed wearing a lilac nightgown. The nightgown clung to her form, pulling tight to her body. Beth couldn't help but admire her curves.

Beth caught herself fantasizing about touching her mother like Bobby, when she remembered why she was there. The panties! She scanned and saw them balled up on the floor in front of the mirror. She slowly bent down and picked them up, holding them between two fingers. She kept them at arm's length. She knew if she brought them any closer, she would be tempted to sniff them. What has gotten into me?

***

Bobby was sitting in just a towel, still taking screen shots of his mom when Beth returned with the panties. She held them out to him, dangling them from her thumb and fore finger. The other hand was held out open, the look on her face said, "give me my fucking smokes, Asshole." Bobby snatched the panties, spun his chair putting his back to her and tossed the cigs over his shoulder.

Beth caught the cigarettes, startled. She peered over Bobby's shoulder and saw what he was doing. She so badly wanted to see the video. She felt paralyzed any time it was on. Bobby must have sensed it because he minimized the window and turned to face her.

"Yessss?" He said with a mock curiosity.

Beth looked at him, then looked at the monitor. Then Bobby spoke again.

"Is there something you want to ask, Beth? Is something wrong with the trade?" Bobby knew goddamn sure there was not. In fact, he was very pleased, another successful trade, he was sure both parties were happy with the value given up and received.

Beth couldn't muster up the nerve to ask Bobby to see the video, not with that, pudgy, smuggy ass, pimple ridden, geekwad face of his. Although, there were no pimples, and his face isn't pudgy, nor his torso. She hadn't really looked at him in a while, and she couldn't deny it, he was turning into a man. He didn't have pimples and now his freckles complimented his face. His dark curly hair hung just over his dark green eyes. He was paler than her and her mom, but it suited him. It seems he grew into his baby fat, he's now tall, muscular, not toned, but almost... and he seemed... confident and it made him... attractive. I gotta get out of this basement!

Bobby stared in confusion as Beth seemed to suddenly jet out of the basement. He knew she wanted to watch the video, but he wasn't going to just offer it. He wanted to hear her ask, he wanted to tease her for being a pervy little voyeur. But for a second there, he almost did offer. Truth is, he knows, one way or the other, he would almost certainly be showing Beth the video on their mom masturbating.

Still covered in his and his mom's sex juices, Bobby decided to shower before jacking again. While showering, Bobby was happy to find his mother's bikini top draped over the shower door. Forever that bikini will have a fond place in his mind. He found himself getting worked up again thinking about spanking his mom and watching the video. As hard as it was to restrain, he was saving his next load for his next viewing... tonight.

He turned off the water and took his time toweling off. He exited the home's only bathroom and was slightly startled to see Beth exiting her room in just her towel.

Beth didn't notice him at first and was even more startled; she jumped and squeaked when she lifted her head to see him standing right in front of her. Why is he just staring?

Bobby was staring because she was sexy, and he enjoyed making her uncomfortable. It was so easy, how could I not see her attitude was just an act for her insecurities. She was sexy as hell, but unlike him, she still did have some baby fat. It reminded him of a young version of his mother and it just made him want her more.

"Move, please!" Beth demanded.

"Well since you said please." Bobby responded and smoothly walked past her. She went straight into the bathroom and was about to shut the door when Bobby stopped her by saying, "Hey Beth."

"Yeah, what?!" Said Beth, clearly annoyed while leaning her head out of the bathroom.

"When you're done, you should come hang out in the living room with me. I'm gonna smoke a joint and watch a movie I think you'd like."

"A movie?" Beth asked, but she knew exactly what he was talking about. Still, she had to be sure.

"Yeah, a movie. It's hella steamy, and I know you'll like it. You even know the star." Bobby elaborated, inuendo not hidden whatsoever.

"You're so fucked up." Beth responded, but not rejecting the idea either.

"So are you." Bobby said, egging her on. "You just haven't accepted it yet."

"Fuck you, Bobby. Stop it. I'm not watching, a movie, with you."

"Suit yourself. Like I said, I'm gonna go downstairs, get dressed, roll a couple of joints for us and then throw it on. So, I'll see you in twenty." Bobby turned and exited down the stairs leaving Beth staring in his wake.

***

Beth unconsciously cleaned her body as she was lost in thought. I can't watch that video with him. Can I? No, no... But even as she thought it, she knew all she really wanted was to watch the video. And she knew, if she was going to get to see it, she likely would have to watch it with him. Or get it from mom, and that seemed way weirder. She probably could, her mom was always creeping on her.

Her mind wandered to the way her mom would come sit with her while she was in the shower or how'd she always seemed to show up when she was getting dressed to go out. She didn't know if her mom was gay or bi, but she for sure found Beth, very attractive. When she was dressing, her mom would often say things like, "I remember when my tits were that nice." Her mom would hold her own breasts in her hands and compare them to Beth's, "You see how much mine have sagged. Yours are so much nicer." "Let me touch them and see if they feel the way mine used to."

"Mooooommmm! That's gross, you're my mother!"

"It's not weird Beth. Mom's do this kind of thing all the time with their adult kids. But if you wanna be all prudish and awkward about it."

It never occurred to Beth how sexy their mother actually was. She wasn't conventionally beautiful like Beth tries so hard to be. She was older porn star sexy, like the way everyone looks at me. It struck Beth that her mom was far sexier than her because "mommy" knew how to fuck, suck and dirty talk. Unlike Beth, mommy was a sexual being. Beth thought her masturbation and sexual checklist was all she needed to not be considered a prude or a tease, but maybe I can learn from her.

Beth finished showering and had a string of similar thoughts as she unconsciously pulled on a pair of the silkiest panties she owns and threw on an oversized t-shirt. She was just fishing around for some bottoms, realizing she was long overdue for laundry when the alluring scent of cannabis caught her attention. She immediately associated the smell with the video and the whole idea of watching it with Bobby became overwhelmingly appealing.

***

Bobby took his time, getting dressed and rolling joints. He even took a minute to make himself a sandwich. It was late, but not that late, not quite midnight. He was wide awake, the day was amazing! Now he was looking forward to FINALLY cumming to the video again, and even more excited to do it in front of his bitchy sister!

He sat on the couch, lit the joint and waited. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew she would come. He felt like he had lucky potion, straight out of his favorite books. He chuckled to himself thinking of an incestuous horny wizard taking potion and using it to fuck his sister.

Beth was practically shaking as she walked down the steps of her family's home. She held the railing thinking her knees could go out. She saw her brother on the couch, smoking a joint and giggling to himself. She wanted to make fun of him and call him a name, but she thought it might just come out as a squeak, and he'd just make fun of her. What is this twilight zone I'm living in where Bobby intimidates me? She stopped at the side of the couch and just looked at him.

"You just gonna stand there, weirdo?" Bobby teased.

Beth just took a deep breath and gingerly sat on the couch. She scooched back onto the cushions pulling her knees to her young ample chest. She yanked a throw blanket off the back of the couch and pulled it up to her neck. She made a point to sit as far away from Bobby as she could. She was extremely anxious just staring at the TV, it didn't register what was on it, maybe an old sitcom. What am I doing? I should just get out of here. No... just watch it. Get this stupid ass video out of your head.

Bobby sat on the couch, excited! She came down! This is gonna be so fun! He noticed she seemed nervous, he said nothing, just held his smoking joint out to her. It took her a second to realize, but when she did, she said nothing and took it. She took two quick hits, handed back to him and gave him a look to say, "Well, we're here. Time for the show."

Bobby didn't need any more instruction, he placed the joint in the ash tray, picked up his phone and sent the video to play on the TV.

Beth sat with her brother on their family couch, staring at the screen. The same couch that has been in her house for as long as she can remember. The same couch her, Bobby, Nancy and her parents would watch Christmas movies. The same couch her cousin lived on for six months when he got thrown out of his house. The same couch Bobby spanked and fingered their mother on. The same couch she watched her brother sit on while her mom sucked his dick.

She watched as her mom scooched back onto her bed in her old dark floral bikini. Beth never found that bikini sexy, but seeing her mother now made her see it in a new light. The top covered her entire breast and pulled them up to make them look as if they've never sagged. Beth just wanted to see them pour out. She heard her mother speak from the video.

"Fuck you Bobby, making me do this. I hope you like rubbing your little balls and tiny dick to this. Bet you wouldn't know what to do with a woman."

"Pfff." Beth laughed and looked at Bobby. "Bet she's got you pegged."

"Better watch it. I put mom over my knee for that comment. And you know it's not tiny." Bobby said smugly.

"I'm not mom, and do you ever stop talking about your dick?" Beth replied, she didn't feel annoyed by Bobby or intimidated like she thought she might if he spoke. If anything, she felt a kinship with him. That little exchange felt comfortable, like the way they spoke before they were teenagers.

"Nope, and stop staring at it and watch the movie, I've been waiting all night to watch this again."

Beth did as she was told, she'd been wanting to watch it too. She watched. She watched as her mom started rubbing herself, she watched as her mother stuck a hand under the bikini top. She watched for a minute, and it felt like an hour, she so badly wanted her mom to expose her breasts. Stacy did, and Beth couldn't help but flood as she watched her mother pull and twist at her nipples with a hand slipped into her bottoms. She watched as her mom pulled her bikini top back to cover her nipples before continuing to finger herself rapidly.

"Why did she cover her breasts back up?" Beth accidentally said aloud. She didn't expect an answer, but she got one.

"She tried to do this without me seeing her naked. I told you; she edited the whole thing the first time she sent it. I started spanking her for that comment you liked so much. And when I realized she cut out all the times you could see her naked, I yanked her thong aside and started spanking her pussy."

"Oh." Was all that Beth could get out for a reply. Beth reached for the smoking joint and took two more hits. She handed it to Bobby, he took a long hit and put it back in the ash tray. Between Bobby's retelling and watching her mom thrust her nipple into her mouth as she had a quivering orgasm was really getting to her. Not to mention Bobby's weed was kicking in. She squirmed in her seat and was thankful for her blanket as she slipped a hand over silky damp panties.

Like his sister, Bobby's eyes were fixed on the screen until Beth started making comments. He was very fond of the beginning of this video; it was his first glimpse into looking at his mom as a figure of his desires. But when he saw his mom reach for end table to get what he knew was lube, a vibrator and a glass dildo that would spend most of the video in his mother's ass, he watched Beth.

His eyes lingered on her as he saw her breathing was getting heavier. He saw little thrusts of her hips that confirmed she was touching herself. Right in front of me! He shouldn't be that surprised, he was doing the same. Bobby had his hand underneath his mesh shorts and was fondling himself. He made a point not to wear any boxers in the hopes he could put on a show for Beth.

As the intensity of the video picked up, so did Beth's. She was really struggling to rub herself inconspicuously so Bobby wouldn't notice. She took a glance over at him and saw that she was not as sly as she thought. Bobby was looking right at her, not watching the video at all and she noticed he was clearly masturbating also.

She could see his thick bulge in his pants, and she found that watching him stroke, while she heard their mother's moans in the background was overwhelming. She had chills. She wanted Bobby to pull his cock out. She asked with her eyes. Bobby clearly understood her silent request, but instead of revealing his cock, he simply reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled something out. He smelled it and placed it on the couch between them. It was the leopard print thong their mother was wearing earlier.

Bobby started jerking his cock right in front of his sister. He kept it concealed by his shorts and was sure to move slowly. Knowing she was fiddling with her pussy and what he assumed playing with her nipples made him want to nut, but like earlier with his mother, he didn't want to miss out on this spicy journey.

The small bunched up fabric drew Beth's attention. She couldn't shake the desire to grab it and do as Bobby did and give it a whiff.

"Don't be shy." Bobby urged and pushed their mother's cum coated panties a little closer to her. Beth slowly and gingerly with shaking hands, took them and brought them to her nose. She took a deep inhale. Her mother's scent was intoxicating and she quivered with one hand pushing on her clit while the other indulged.

Bobby, seeing his sister beginning to lose herself in her hidden masturbation decided to reveal himself to her. Her eyes bulged and she stared at him stroking his thick pale cock for her to see.

Beth's shaking increased but so did her arousal. Bobby tugged on her blanket. His eyes said, "I showed you mine..." but Beth stopped the blanket before it could expose her pussy.

"No." She whispered with a breathy huff.

Bobby implored her with his eyes, but she quickly shook her head like she was horrified with the idea. He didn't mind... much; he could now clearly see how hard her perky young nipples were under her shirt.

Beth had never been so wet. She wanted to grind, but there was no way she would do that in front of her brother. She tore her eyes from Bobby's cock and focused on her mom who now was using the glass dildo to work her asshole. Beth was impressed on the way her mom expertly used the sex tools to pleasure herself. She thought her grinding was primitive, she didn't even own a vibrator. That'll change soon. She thought as she slipped her hand under silky panties. She caught herself and pulled it out. She didn't mean to masturbate, she just wanted to watch the video and if she had to, she would do some grinding in her room after.

Bobby was annoyed when he saw his sister's body shift. Why'd she stop? This infuriated Bobby. He wanted to hear his sister squeal. He wanted to see her quiver with an orgasm. He decided to get bold, he knew she liked it when he was talking about him and his mom.

"This is about when she started begging me to stick my fingers in." Bobby narrated. "She was begging me to go deeper."

Beth remembered that, she remembered watching her mom push her ass into Bobby's fingers. She remembered her having a moaning orgasm.

"Even after she came, I spanked her." He continued. "She was shaking and rubbing her clit."

"I remember." Beth answered as she had unconsciously stuck her hand back into her panties. She was gushing, what was I thinking. I better leave. She thought, but there was no leaving. Bobby had just stood up.

"She was exhausted, but then she begged to suck this cock." Bobby continued while standing and stroking right in front of her.

"Fuuuucked." Beth moaned. "Stop it, Bobby."

"You really want me to stop?" He took a step closer, jerking just a foot away from her.

Beth couldn't keep her attention from Bobby. She watched him stroke right in front of her. She placed the panties next to her and her free hand found her nipple again. She pinched and pulled, just like mommy. "iiimmmmmmmm" Beth whimpered at the touch of her sensitive nipples.

"What are you doing? No... don't." She said, as Bobby tugged on the blanket exposing her. She was helpless to stop him as she refused to free her hands from pleasuring herself. She felt utterly naked in front of him. It didn't matter that she was wearing a t-shirt and her panties still covered her ladyhood.

Bobby's bold move paid off. He could see Beth rubbing herself. He was happy to see her hand bulge under one of his favorite pairs of her panties. He had never seen Beth in anything more than a bikini, but he knew her panties. Not a thong, but sexy as hell with vertically striped, fluorescent colors.

Bobby stood in front of Beth and jerked. His cock felt harder than ever. He knew he wouldn't last long as he watched Beth rub and let out little squeaky moans. His sister's moans were not like his mother's.

Beth was trying hard not to moan, so they came out as whimpers of, "mmm... iiimmm..." and light breathes of "hahh... hahh...". Even if she wanted to stop, she couldn't now. An orgasm was coming, right in front of her dorky brother. She watched him stroke his cock and when he picked up his mother's thong and wrapped it around his thick veiny rod, she was entranced by it. Almost unconsciously she took a pillow from the couch and placed it between her legs.

When Beth started humping the couch pillow, Bobby was surprised. She's a grinder, he thought. He was disappointed, he liked watching her hand move under her panties and even though the pillow humping was erotic and she was lost in the lust of the moment, he was hoping for a clear view of her pussy. He took another half step closer to his sister. They made eye contact and held it as he lifted his gyrating sister's shirt over her face, revealing her perky nubile breasts. She left it wrapped around her neck, not willing to stop grinding to cover herself or remove it.

Bobby had never seen his sister's nipples and the dark areolas, though smaller, they reminded him of their mother's. He stroked faster, delighting in the feeling of the soiled thong around his cock.

Beth couldn't believe she let her brother reveal herself so clearly. The whole experience felt insane and naughty. But undoubtedly, it was hot. Bobby jerking, their mother wailing, loud, uninhibited moans coming from the TV. Beth was lost in the moment. She couldn't take her eyes off Bobby's cock, she wanted to see him cum. She wanted to see that cum-shot she had missed earlier. She had no idea that she could be into something as taboo as this. She was nearly there, her orgasm was imminent as she grinded her slickness rapidly against the pillow.

Bobby could tell Beth was getting close to cumming and so was he. His nearly naked sister was grinding in front of him, lost in her pleasure. He could watch this forever and he wanted to savor the moment but both of them were nearing their breaking point. He dared speak, "You want to see me cum?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Say it." He demanded.

She shook her head.

"Just say it Beth."

"Uh uh." She barely got the sound between her tiny moans.

"I know you want to. Just say it."

Beth couldn't resist, the damn was about to breach, she grinded faster and stared at Bobby's thong wrapped cock, just waiting for him ro blast off.

"Say it!" Bobby demanded again, raising his voice.

"I wanna see it." Beth relented.

"See what? Say it!"

"I wanna see you cummmmmm!" Beth finally relented, arching her back. "Ahhhhhhhh," she moaned, eyes shut and mouth ajar.

That was all Bobby needed, he took mommy's cummy panties from wrapped around his rod and shoved them in Beth's gaping mouth.

"Mmmmggh" Beth squealed opening her eyes WIDE and staring at Bobby in shock. Unable to remove her hands from the pillow she rode vigorously. She stared daggers at Bobby, then in horrific pleasure as she realized what was about to happen, her eyes grew wide.

With little effort Bobby took three quick pumps and held the base of his cock right in front of Beth's naked sweaty young body. HE FIRED! Strings of semen exploded from his tip and landed directly on Beth's chest. Shot after shot spraying her, drenching her perfect breasts and torso with his seed.

Beth flinched with every shot that landed on her, she was shocked. Beth wanted to see the cum eject from his dick but she failed to think where it could go. It wasn't important in that moment, Beth also was cumming too, there was nothing she could do except close her eyes, clench her mother's thong in her teeth and grinded out the best orgasm of her life. She felt the hot goo cover her naked chest. I've never been cummed on like this before. She thought as some of Bobby's load hit her bottom lip and chin.

Bobby watched the last of his load land on his sister chin, it was extremely gratifying and even better than cumming on mommy. He wasn't disappointed as he watched Beth's eyes close again as she jerked though her orgasm.

Bobby was surprised to see as she grinded that her panties had pulled down and he could clearly make out her dark black landing strip. She humped, pulling the fabric until it was completely hidden pushing against her slippery cunt. He continued to stroke his limping cock as he watched. She must have pulsated ten times as she let out little moans and grunts that almost sounded like she was crying with the panties in her mouth muffling her noises.

When she finished, she spit out their mother's panties. Breathing heavy, she glared at Bobby. "What the fuck Bobby!" Bobby just looked back at her with that newly acquired shit eating grin.

Beth looked at the panties and back at Bobby while she caught her breathe. She pulled off her shirt, then held it to chest, half concealing her breasts, half cleaning off the plentiful cum covering her.

"You said you wanted to see me cum." Bobby defended.

"I didn't mean you could nut all over me!"

"You didn't seem to mind when you were grinding one out to my cock."

"You're such an asshole." Beth replied.

Bobby just shrugged.

"Uggh." Beth replied, checking her hair for cum with one hand. Then, in a huff, she shot Bobby a look that he couldn't quite read and headed for the stairs.

Bobby just watched her go. He again delighted watching the second woman tonight leave the room covered in his seed. His sister's ass wasn't quite as voluptuous as his mother's mature bottom; but it was sexy as hell watching Beth's ass jiggle, bare backed with her underwear wedged in her crack.

***

Again, alone in his room, Bobby smoked the last of the joints and thought about what had just transpired. He couldn't decide who was more fun to cum on. His mother delighted in it and thinking back on her spooning it into her mouth nearly got him hard again. Beth acted like she hated it, and even in his drowsy state, that turned him on even more. I'm sure she thinks I didn't notice, but she didn't clean off the bit that hit her lip. Bobby had seen her lick her lips. I bet she's a cum eater just like mom.

Bobby heard the water start running. Usually, it annoyed him to hear it, but tonight he drifted off to sleep knowing that his sister was naked, in the shower, washing his semen from her body. He could now picture exactly what his sister's breasts looked like and wondered how her pussy appeared at the end of that little black landing strip.

He was going to make it his mission in life to fuck both his mom and his sister. At the moment, he had no idea how to make that happen, but after tonight's events, he was sure he'd figure it out. Maybe Mom will want to trade for another card, maybe Beth needs to make a trade for..., but before he finished his thought, Bobby drifted into his dreams.

An Ending