Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2023 17:23:59 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Slippery Slope, Rock Bottom - Chapter 3 This is the second installment in the Slippery Slope series, and I have one more planned. This installment features M/F/f, F/f, M/f, M/M/F. The last chapter includes beast which will be posted separately in the Bestiality section. You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com. I read all emails, though I may not respond. These are not checked every day so be warned. I'm on Wickr as allseeingpigeon. I may not be in your time zone. Please bear that in mind if you don't get a response. Please do not send pics without asking first. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My husband disappeared upstairs to deal with the mess his father left inside him. Hank helped me clean up breakfast, mopping up spilled coffee and sweeping away broken shards of crockery. "Sorry about that," he said as we worked. "Didn't mean to break your things. I got carried away." A measure of sanity trickled back. "Did it really happen like that?" I asked quietly. "The first time you...?" "The first time I molested him?" He sighed. "Not exactly. Certainly wasn't over the kitchen table." He pulled a mop out of the cupboard. "I was on deployment a lot when he was a kid. Not a lot of time for action, and every time I came home, I was horny as hell. The first time I touched him, my wife had fucked off on a hen night. I was a little drunk and lot cock-blocked." I imagined it. A younger Hank, maybe a half-empty bottle of whisky in his hand. Aroused. Frustrated. "What made you look at him differently?" I asked. "And what pushed you over the edge?" He chuckled. "Have you seen photos from when he was little? He was damned cute. I used to think... what would it be like to touch him like that? I used to jerk off in the bathroom thinking about it." He shrugged. "It was a hot night when I finally broke. He was asleep in bed, buck naked from the heat. I walked past, drunk and horny..." He grimaced. "I forced him. It was wrong, and he cried. But it felt so fucking good." My clit throbbed hard enough to make me squeeze my thighs together. "I know what that's like," I muttered. "So you are fucking your daughter, then." After what we'd just experienced, there seemed no point denying it. "For a while now," I admitted. It felt... normal to talk about it. I never once thought it could be this way, but I'd learned things about my husband and his father I never would have believed. "Tilly tends to fall asleep on his lap over the evening news. I caught him grinding on her." Henry came back into the room as I was speaking. He seemed hesitant, but as he took in our body language -- and caught what we were talking about -- he began to relax, and even helped us tidy the kitchen. "I knew he wasn't going to stop. I knew it was going to escalate. So I... made it happen in a safe way, I guess." "A safe way?" Hank lifted an eyebrow. Hank got drunk and forced a little boy, I reminded myself. At least we never did that. "Sleeping pills," I said shortly. "Once a week, on a Friday, so she can sleep it off.' Hank stared at me. A slow, wide grin spread over his face. "You're one hell of a nasty mommy," he said. "Henry sure fell in love with the right woman. Do I get an invite to this party?" My brain flashed up another image: - my daughter, naked and on her back, sprawled over our bed. Hank, kneeling over her, slowly pushing his fat cock down her throat. I licked my lips. "Yes," Henry said immediately. "I want that. I want to see Dad fucking Tilly." He looked at me, silently asking for permission. If I said no, it wouldn't happen. But I wanted it, too. And more. So much more. A whole world of dark fantasies was opening up to me, my mind spiralling down into the world of depraved fetishes. "I think," I said slowly, carefully, "I need to sample the goods before we let you loose on Tilly. And I think... Henry only gets to watch." "You want to turn him into a cuckold?" Hank asked. It was his turn to lick his lips. "He didn't tell me what happened between you, even after things started with Tilly. I think this is a sufficient punishment." "Now?" Henry asked. Begging. Gripping his crotch. "Right now?" Hank laughed. "Not till I get a recharge, boy." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite Hank's warning, it didn't take long for him to get it up again. While we were waiting, I took Henry aside and talked to him about what he and his father had just done. "Not going to lie, that hurt," he said. "No prep, only spit as lube, and a cock as big as my dad's?" His gaze drifted off, lost in memory. And even though it had been traumatic for him, I didn't miss the way his cock twitched in his jeans. "It was brutal. I don't think he tore anything, but still..." His gaze slid away. "It hurt," he said again. "But I liked it. You saw how much. I never liked the pain, but it loved how close it made me feel to my dad." He'd never talked much about his relationships with his parents. They'd divorced not long after he'd gone to college. His father had been away with the military for most of his childhood. "Did you feel that way as a little boy?" I asked. "After he had you the first time?" "I was too young to really understand what was happening," he admitted. "Only that it hurt, but it made him happy. When I got a little older he started jerking me off." He shrugged awkwardly. "I guess it was his twisted way of trying to make things better. He'd get me hard before he fucked me, then get me off after he was done. He gave me my very first dry orgasm." My imagination painted the scene: - a little boy, flat on his belly, while Daddy pounded his cock into him. Daddy's body shuddered and trembled as he came, and he buried his face in the boy's shoulder, sucking down his scent. When he'd recovered, he turned himself and his boy on their sides. I pictured the boy's tiny flaccid penis. Pictured Daddy's fingers on it, delicately grasping, stroking it back to hardness. Moving faster. The boy trembling and wriggling in Daddy's arms, breathing hard, gasping. Writhing as pleasure made his whole body tingle. "You're thinking about it," Henry whispered, dragging my attention back. I gave him a wan smile. "Hard not to. That was so fucked up. And so are we." "Dad loves me," he said with a simple shrug. "He also loves to fuck me. You know the two aren't mutually exclusive." The little boy in my imagination became Tilly. Hank became Henry. They were on their sides, his cock wedged in her tight little slit, holding her tight with one arm. Rubbing her clit with the other. She was bucking, moaning, crying out for her daddy. Her eyes were open... and they seemed to meet mine. "Yes," I said, breathless at the dark fantasy. "I do know." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hank let me know he was ready by coming up to me in the kitchen and squeezing my ass. I'd been chopping vegetables, preparing to batch cook, while Henry sat at the table reading a magazine. "You have the most amazing ass," Hank said with a husky growl, loud enough for his son to hear. "You need a real man to show you what a good fuck's supposed to be like." I put the knife down but didn't turn around, instead gripping the edge of the work top. "Do it," I said, fresh excitement coursing through me. "Fuck me, Hank." He gripped my ass with both hands, squeezing, pushing my cheeks together. He kissed the back of my neck, his beard scratchy against my skin. I wondered what it would feel like to have him eat me out. He lifted my skirt up to my waist. I felt cool air on my legs. Then a hard yank as he pulled my panties down. I was already wet for him, and wet for Henry too, knowing my husband was watching us from the kitchen table. Hank's hand reached between my legs and cupped my mound. I tried not to grind against his touch, but when his fingers slipped between my pussy lips, I gave up any pretence of trying. His fingertips found my clit and rubbed hard. My legs trembled. He pulled those magic fingers back, then pushed me hard against the worktop. The thick, meaty girth of his cock pressed against my ass. I gasped and humped against it. A hand on my back bent me over the worktop. The head of his cock nudged between the slick folds of my cunt. He pushed inside me, stretching me, drawing put a ragged groan. "Jesus Christ," I moaned. "Oh fuck, Hank, you're fucking enormous." He pulled back, then suddenly rammed balls deep inside me. I squealed. "You like that?" he growled. "You like that big cock fucking you deep? Making your legs tremble like a horny slut? Fucking you while your sissy husband watches and wishes it was him?" "Yes!" I wailed as he pounded away. His arms reached around, big hands gripping my breasts. Pinching my nipples through the blouse. "Yes, I love it! Harder!" I looked back over my shoulder. Henry had put the paper down and was staring at us avidly. He had one hand on his crotch, squeezing, massaging, through his jeans. It was clear he wanted to take his dick out and jerk off, but he hadn't been given permission. Hank pulled his cock out of me and turned me around. I stared at him. We were both flushed and sweating. He grabbed my chin and kissed me, hard, sucking my tongue. I bit his lip. The first time my father-in-law's lips had ever touched mine. Pants around his knees, he shuffled over to the chair right next to Henry and sat down. His hard, heavy cock stuck out in front of him. "Come take a ride," he growled out. Henry looked as if he wanted to drop to his knees and devour his daddy's cock. I hiked my skirt up and straddled Hank's lap, slowly letting that fat prick impale me. When I had him all the way inside, I leaned back -- letting him support me, his big hands gripping my hips -- feeling wanton, desirable, in control. Hank might be playing the alpha but it was me riding him, not the other way around. "How long do you think you can last?" I taunted, undulating against him. His cock was like a bar inside me, stretching, filling. Rubbing against every single fucking sensitive nerve ending until I was trembling. "Two minutes? Five?" "Oh, missy." He was growling now, bucking his hips to meet my downward thrusts. "Got a mouth on ya. Might have to bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking." "Oh hell yeah." My voice trembled as I whispered into his ear, still loud enough for Henry to hear. "Spank me red. Cum over my ass. Watch your son eat me out." I rode him slowly for another minute or two, teasing us both. I made frequent eye contact with my husband. The tent in his jeans was outrageous, a wet spot clearly soaking through. Reluctantly, I pulled myself off Hank's dick. His precum stretched out from the tip, and I chased it with my finger, licking the slippery mess of pre and my own juices off my fingertips. He grabbed my arm hard enough to make me yelp, pushing me forcefully over his lap. I braced my hands against the table. "Look at her," Hank ordered his son, roughly moving my legs so I was more exposed. He flipped my skirt up again and pulled off my panties. "She's so fucking wet. I did that. Not you." "Goddamned beautiful." Henry's voice was thick with lust. A fresh gush of moisture made my cunt clench. Hank balled up my panties and pressed them to my mouth. I opened wide, willingly accepting them, knowing he was going to make me scream and welcoming it. Hank started wailing on my ass. Determined, open-handed slaps that made me jump and bounce. He was putting a lot of power behind each spank, alternating between my left and right cheeks, my upper thighs, even the top of my ass. I'd never been spanked so thoroughly. It wasn't long before I was writhing and jerking against him. Yelling against my bunched-up panties. Crying, fat tears dripping down my cheeks and onto the kitchen floor. Screaming. Fuck, how I screamed, knowing the neighbours wouldn't hear, wondering what the hell I'd been thinking when I agreed to this. But a strange thing happened. My ass burned, but my pussy had never been so wet. The pain turned inward, twisting into something like pleasure. And it wasn't long before I was screaming my way through an orgasm that made my whole body arch, before I slumped, exhausted and used up. But we weren't done yet. Hank manoeuvred my limp body so that I was dangling over his son's lap. Henry's raging erection pressed against my stomach. Hank rammed his cock back inside me. I was too tired to give much more than a whimper. He fucked me hard, bent over my body, his face close to Henry's. "Look at me, boy," he snarled. "I'm fucking your wife. I'm fucking your wife's cunt. Can you hear my fat cock squelching away inside her? I did that!" "Dad," Henry finally said, his voice a low moan. Every time Hank thrust, it forced my body forward over Henry's still-covered cock. It must be the sweetest agony for him. Hank grabbed his son's chin and kissed him, rough and sloppy. "Gonna seed her," Hank grunted. "Gonna spray my spunk all over that wet cunt, then I'm gonna seed your little girl too --" "Daddy!" Henry moaned again. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming -- oh fuck --" Henry bucked beneath me, turned on beyond control by the image and the fantasy his father presented. I felt another orgasm rising, but before I could peak Hank gave one last powerful thrust and roared his way through his own orgasm. He pulled out, giving my ass one last slap that made me cry around the panties still in my mouth. "Get over the table," he said. "Henry, clean her out." I flopped to my feet. A wet smear dampened the front of my dress, Henry's jeans soaked with his own cum. I leaned over the table. The wooden surface was cool against my heated front, after the steamy heat of Henry's lap. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely hold myself up. I heard Henry shuffle into place behind me, dropping to his knees and getting between my legs. His hands closed gently over my hips. His hot breath ghosted over my swollen snatch. His tongue flicked out; tentative, exploring. I shivered. He buried his face in my cunt and ate me whole. I lost count of how many times I came as he sucked his father's load out of me. Eventually I had to flop an arm back and tap his shoulder, a silent signal for him to stop. They helped me back into a chair. My ass was burning and I was utterly exhausted... but still so fucking excited for what was to come.