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Heels and SkirtsCarrie adjusted her tits in her bra. It was about a size too small and piled her fleshy globes up nice and high, exaggerating the jiggle when she laughed or walked. She stepped away from the mirror and turned to look at her profile. Her denim skirt was short and stopped about a half inch below her ass cheeks. When she had worn it in the past, the skirt would ride up and give little flashes of the metal hoop she had woven through the little hood covering her clit. The piercing was one of her favorite things to play with. She constantly found her self playing with it, whether it was out of horniness or boredom. Carrie’s ass cheeks were begging to drop out of the skirt, the seductive line between her cheeks and thighs teasing and smiling at her in the mirror. Next, she pulled on a tank top, bright red. It hugged her body like a glove, but the bra was bulky underneath. She took the tank top off and stripped out of the bra. Her heavy tits dropped and bounced as they were relieved from the bra, then she put the tank top back on. The soft material stroked her nipples seductively as she adjusted her self. Her cleavage was deep and inviting, her ass begging for release, and her pussy tingling in anticipation of the game of peek-a-boo that it was about to play. She polished the outfit off with a pair of black stilettos, cramming her ass even higher into the air, putting her calves in a constant flexed state. She felt herself getting wet. Down the hall, her daughter was going through the same routine. Krista slid her stilettos on, primped her hair and met her mother and brother in the living room. The three of them were going out for some shopping and then lunch. She felt Chris’s eyes on her as she descended the stairs, her tits jiggling on each step. “You guys ready?” she asked at the bottom. “Ready if you are.” Carrie smiled at her daughter and the three piled into the Escalade and headed to the mall. It didn’t take long for the naughtiness to begin. As soon as they hit the high way, Krista lit a cigarette and spread her legs, letting the air conditioning blow straight up her skirt onto her naked and hairless pussy. She had a leg propped up on the dash, the strong breeze cooling her entire inner leg and chilling her clit and labia. She loved the feeling of her cool fingers dipping in and out of her warm pussy. She puffed on her cigarette and blew a plume into the air towards the open sun roof. In the back, she knew her mother was probably up to the same naughtiness. Chris was driving and she saw him rubbing his cock through his jeans while he glanced over at her periodically. She loved teasing him. The longer she teased him, the more dominant and a****listic he became in the bed. He fucked her like he was depraved and psychotic. He fucked her like he hated her. He fucked her like she wasn’t a person. He fucked her like she was a toy or a game that would scream and squirt if you fucked hard enough. Instead of Tickle-Me-Elmo, she was a Fuck-Me-Krista. The thought of his thick cock destroying her with his hand around her neck made her juices flow even more. She flicked her cigarette out the window and adjusted herself as they pulled up to the mall parking lot. They parked and made their way through the parking garage. Carrie and Krista’s heels clicked and clacked with each step. Their hips swayed and their ass muscles flexed with each step. Chris pressed his hard on down at an angle in his jeans as he watched the pair walking ahead of him. Their ass cheeks peeking at him from the short skirts. His mother gripped at the hem and tugged her skirt down a little. The first stop in the mall was going to be for a new purse and his mother had a taste for Burberry on the second floor. They took the elevator up. Chris was a few steps below Carrie and Krista, giving him a view straight up their pussies. His sister reached down to adjust her heel, purposely bending at the waist, naturally spreading her ass cheeks, exposing her pink little ass hole and pouty pussy lips. There was nothing coy about it, it was porn-star obscene. It would only have been dirtier if she reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks apart. Carrie looked back and smiled at her son, knowing he was enjoying the dirty show gümüşhane rus escort Krista had just given him.Purse shopping was equally exciting. There was plenty of more bending at the waist, and squatting down to get a closer look at some of the bags on display. Their tan, curvy legs flexing as they changed stances. The girls felt themselves getting wetter and wetter. From Chris’s point of view, he could catch glimpses of their shiny wetness as their lips parted and closed, parted and closed, parted and closed as they squatted or bent down and stood up. Eventually, Carrie decided on a purse and they left the store. Next stop, little black dresses. The clothes Carrie and Krista were wearing were far from what you would find in a Banana Republic. Rather than somewhat sophisticated and sexy, they looked slutty and whorish. Rather than dresses or blouses that hint at their curves, they were on full display with nothing left to the imagination. Their nipples were hard and on fire with excitement. Their tank tops hugged their tits, cupping them and letting them hang and sway. The skirts did nothing, as they misbehaved so much that their ass cheeks and pussies were constantly peeking out to say hello. But, nothing made them feel sexier than a tight, black, silky dress. It molded to their bodies and shimmered under the light. It was black and contrasted with their white skin. Add a bright shade of lipstick and they could take over the world. Krista stepped out of the dressing room first. The change was quick since neither of the women were wearing bras or panties. Carrie followed close behind her. Krista’s dress was short and stopped well above her knees. It was strapless and hugged her tits together. She turned and posed for her brother, arching her back, running her hands down her hips and thighs. Carrie’s dress was only a tad bit longer but with a slit up the thigh. The neckline was a deep, plunging v that showed off her soft, fleshy globes. The cleavage was wide and her tits moved naturally and unhindered. The thin straps hung loosely over her shoulders and swooped down to an equally exposed back. Chris had his hand in his pocket, giving his cock firm squeezes as he watched his slutty mother and sister model for him. Krista stepped close to her mother and ran her hand up the slit in her dress, stroking Carrie’s pussy. “Mmmmm…you’re soaked.” Krista purred in her mother’s ear. She pulled her hand from between her thighs and licked the juices from her fingers. “I think it’s time for lunch.” They paid changed back into their slut gear, paid for the dresses and headed back to the Escalade. Krista took the back seat so she could lay down and finger her self. Before they were even out of the garage, she was 3 fingers deep in her self. Her pussy made a sloppy wet sound while her fingers squeezed and fucked in and out of her. Carrie lit a cigarette and played with her nipples while she listened to her daughter moan like a loose hooker. She looked over to see Chris vigorously squeezing and stroking his cock through his jeans. “Here, baby. Unzip.” Carrie handed her cigarette to Krista and reached over with both hands and unzipped his jeans. The cool air and his mother’s warm hands had him almost explode all over the steering wheel. Then, she lowered her head into his lap and swallowed his cock. “Oh shit…” Chris gasped. He was close to cumming and had to control himself. He set the cruise control and put both feet flat on the floor and began thrusting his hips up into her mouth. He held on to her head, pressing down as he pushed up with his hips. She tightened the suction around his cock. Spit rolled down his shaft and on to his balls. Her lipstick began to smear. She continued sucking his cock while he pulled her hair and stuffed his cock down her throat. She had no gag reflex and the cock slid deep inside of her throat very easily. His rhythm picked up and soon he was full on fucking her face. He looked down and saw her hand furiously rubbing her pussy between her spread legs. Unfortunately, the fun had to end. The exit for the restaurant was coming up. He kept his cock in her throat wanting to cum but he needed more stimulation. Out of frustration he gümüşhane rus escort bayan pulled his cock out and Carrie looked up and smiled. “Guess we’ll have to wait until we get home.” Carrie’s lipstick was smeared and spit clung to her chin. They sat outside. It was warm and a gentle breeze ran up the street. An umbrella provided some shade and the women drank mojitos. Chris had a cold beer in his hand, day dreaming about bending his mother over the tiny round table and fucking her into a screaming orgasm while everyone at the bistro watched. She looked up from her conversation with her daughter and could read his eyes. She knew he wanted her. Like her daughter, she also knew that the longer he’s teased and delayed satisfaction, the harder and more b**st-like his fucking is. Her pussy craved him as much as he did her. A breeze blew up her skirt. She had her legs spread nice and wide, a complete disregard for modesty of inhibition. Their meal came, sandwiches. For dessert they ate strawberry short cake. The girls teased Chris more, seductively eating and sucking their strawberries, licking the whip cream off each others fingers. Krista licked a blob of whip cream off of her mother’s fingers and rolled it back and forth on her tongue while her brother watched. She knew he was going to fuck her the way she wanted now. It would be hard and long. It would be abusive. It would be criminal.The drive home was done without clothes. Chris was jacking off, slinging strands of pre-cum onto his thighs and the steering wheel. Every now and then he would lick some of the cum off of his palm and go back to it. Krista was in the back seat treating her pussy like a stress ball again. Her moans were loud and desperate, like an a****l stuck in a trap. “How many times have you come back there baby?” Carrie asked her daughter while she was in the middle of fingering her self. “Mmmmm….none yet….I want Chris to fuck me and make me cum. I want to wait.” Krista reached a wet hand up to the front and squeezed Chris’s arm. The house wasn’t far away. Chris pulled into the garage and Krista was out of the Escalade before the door was even on it’s way down. She ran to the door leading into the kitchen, giggling and horny. Chris and Carrie laughed and kissed as they watched her run into the house, leaving her clothes, purse, and phone in the back seat. Chris reached a hand between his mother’s thighs and felt her wetness. She was soaked. He could have been squeezing a sponge and not known the difference. “Holy shit that feels good.” Carrie growled as she felt her son’s fingers dip inside of her. She climbed into her son’s lap and impaled her pussy on his thick cock. The head felt like it was going to split her apart as it traveled up her tight snatch. The heat was overwhelming and Chris wanted to cum right there. But not without savagely fucking his mother and sister first. His hips were moving up and down while he thrust deep inside of her pussy. He could feel her juices squishing out of her as she bounced up and down on his lap. Her tits were warm against his face and neck and he buried his nose between her cleavage, breathing in her perfume. “I’m cumming baby…I’m cumming.” his mother’s voice was breathy in his ear as she quickened her pace. “Not yet you’re not.” Chris lifted her up and slid his dick out of her. She gasped and laughed. Chris opened the door and stepped out, pulling Carrie with him. He bent her over the driver’s seat and slid his dick back inside of her and began to fuck her harder and harder. He had one hand full of her hair and the other gripping her thick, fleshy hips. His mother was moaning like her whorish daughter as she began squirting. A puddle dripped out of the Escalade and onto the garage floor. He continued fucking her. Carrie’s jiggling tits were resting on the leather seat and she gripped for something in the SUV to stabilize her self to counter her son’s violent thrusting. Her clit was on fire and she reached a hand between her legs and began to press and grind on it with her experienced fingers. This was the fucking she wanted from Chris. This was the savage beating her pussy had been craving. “Hurry up and make that fucking slut rus escort gümüşhane cum already!” Krista yelled from the bedroom. “It’s my turn!” Chris yanked his mother’s head back by the hair. “Are you going to let your daughter talk about you like that?” he hissed in her ear. His cock was bottomed out in her pussy and he could feel it pressing against her cervix. “Mmmmm…no baby….I think she needs punished.” Carrie gasped as she felt Chris drag his teeth along her neck. “And what do you suggest that punishment be, mommy?” “…you should fuck her until it hurts…fuck that pussy until it’s a broken pile of cum filled flesh…make her hate you.” Carrie’s words were searingly hot in Chris’s ears. That’s exactly what he wanted to do, that’s exactly what the girls had wanted, too. Carrie stood up and shoved her tongue into Chris’s mouth. He kissed her back, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. The two of them walked into the house and down the hall to the bedroom. Carrie’s tits jiggled and her ass squished with each step. Krista was laying on the bed, bent over with a dildo in her ass and her fingers buried in her pussy. There was a big puddle between her legs.”Ah ah ah…naughty girl, you weren’t supposed to cum yet.” Carrie spanked her daughter on the ass. “I haven’t yet, I’m just super wet.” Krista moaned. She began to turn around and look at her mother but Chris stepped up to her and slid his cock inside of her open pussy. He grabbed her by her hair and pressed her face down to the mattress and he began fucking her the way he knew she wanted. “Yesssss….goddammit! Fuck me like that you mother fucker!” Krista’s screams were muffled by the mattress. His abdomen was smashing the dildo in and out of her ass while his cock worked in and out of her like a well lubed piston. She reached back and spread her ass as far and wide as she could, wanting to invite even more of her brother’s cock inside of her. Chris pounded faster and faster. His grip on her hair tightened. His fingers were wrapped tightly in the mess of tangled blonde hair. “Make my pussy cum…make my pussy cum…make my pussy cum…” Krista was in a trance. She couldn’t say anything else, she just kept moaning that same phrase over and over again. Chris felt his mother’s breath on his neck while she ran her fingers along his chest and down to his waist. She massaged the base of his shaft and his testicles while Chris continued to violently fuck his sister. He reached his other hand under her and squeezed her soft, ample tits. She groaned with passion as he tugged her nipples. “Make her cum baby…make her cum.” Carrie whispered in Chris’s ear, encouraging him to fuck harder and deeper. He could feel himself ready to explode, but he wanted to prolong it. His mother disappeared from his ear and he felt her spreading his legs from behind. Next, he felt her warm breath and wonderful tongue licking his ass hole. “Oh fuck yesss…” Chris hissed. He stopped long enough to flip his sister on to her back. She had a lost look in her eyes, pure ecstasy. Drool was running down her chin and a small pool of spit had collected where her face had been pressed into the mattress. The dildo slid out and plopped on to the floor because she was in such a state of lust that her ass muscles couldn’t hold on to it. He began fucking again as his mother continued licking and sucking his ass hole. Krista ran her hands along her tits and squeezed her nipples and locked her eyes with her brother.Krista pulled her legs back and her brother climbed on top of her, pounding harder and harder. His mother adjusted and buried her face back in his ass. “Fuck me baby…fuck me!” Krista started screaming as she got closer and closer to cumming. “I’m close goddammit! I’m gonna’ cum! Cum in me!” Krista was screaming as she began to squirt her pussy juice all over the sheets and down her ass. Chris felt his mother’s fingers slide deep in his ass and hook towards his prostate, squeezing and thrusting in and out. Chris wrapped his arms around Krista, squeezing her tight, pushing his cock deep inside, squeezing his ass around his mother’s fingers, and came deep inside of his sister. He filled her up with hot white wads of cum. He pumped in and out, slower and slower, but still just as deep. Each pump forced his cum to purge out of her pussy and roll down her ass and onto the sheets. He felt his mom climb next to them and Krista’s legs relaxed and crossed behind his back. He buried his face between her sweaty tits and the three drifted off to sleep. Later, they would be taking the new black dresses for a spin.

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