Entering the dining room, it was obvious to John which seat was intended for him.
Ruth sat on the chair nearest to the kitchen, her legs angled together and showing off a generous amount of naked thigh and her skirt that looked like it had been painted onto her legs. She had removed her sweater. The blouse underneath had spaghetti straps that strained to hold her firm-looking breasts underneath the satiny material. Two hard nipples peaked underneath the fabric and drew his eye to her cleavage between her breasts that were lifted and separated; he suspected for his enjoyment.
The seat next to her was empty and her sister was on the chair next to that. The red dress was a shock among the dark colors of the furniture and her sister dressed in white. The deep collar gave him a generous view of her large breasts. Unlike her sister who had a deep valley, Ester's tits were pressed tight together and he was reminded of the softness of her mother's tits as they were wrapped around his cock only minutes before.
Ruth patted the empty seat between them. “Sit here, Mr Woods.”
“You can call me John.”
She smiled. “Mr Woods.”
Ester rolled her eyes and patted the seat next to her sister's fingers. “Come on, John. I want—”
“We,” interrupted her sister.
“We want to get to know you a little.”
John was going to burn in hell. He already knew that there was nothing underneath Ruth's tight skirt except for a pair of perfect pussy lips and a hot little cunt. On the other side was Ester and her fat tits with nipples he already knew he could suck for hours.
His cock grew harder despite coming so recently. His efforts to convince himself that “breed” meant something differently for Americans crumbled as he looked into their intense, hungry eyes.
He tried to silently will his manhood to soften up, but he was afraid there was no way to miss it as he squeezed himself past Ruth to sit down. There was no good way and he ended up with his buttocks against her.
Ester's eyes lifted up from his crotch as he maneuvered himself to the front of the chair. She had a little smile, cute except for the naked desire on her lips.
“Sorry,” he said quietly as he sat down and scooted the table up. The table top was clear glass and he could see his swollen cock straining his trousers right underneath the translucent blue plate. Gulping, he arranged the seat.
Then Ester leaned against him, her breasts pressing to his shoulder. “So, John, what is it like working for mom?”
“It's been an adventure.”
Ruth shifted lower and she rested one hand on his thighs. “Does she break your balls and gets picky about every little thing.”
His entire body grew flush as his senses focused on her hot hand sliding along his outer thigh. He swallowed at his dry throat. “She is… strict.”
Ester's hand rested on his thigh, a few inches higher than her sister's on the other side. Her fingernails stroked him through his jeans as she kept it there, only a few centimeters away from his aching manhood. “Poor baby. You know, if she busts your balls too much, one of us will kiss them and make them better.”
He fought back the moan.
She licked her lips as she leaned forward, grinding her breasts against his thigh as her hand inched up closer to his balls. “If you ask really nicely, maybe we'll kiss them at the same time.”
John stared at her in surprise and then looked over at Ruth.
Ruth shrugged. She had a sultry look on her face as if she was considering it. “Why not? I'm sure you are able to handle both of us.”
She scooted her chair closer. Her hand slid up until her knuckles were brushing against her sisters. Then, as one, they both cupped his hard cock.
John jumped at the touch, but then the firm fingers were exploring his shaft. It was still wet from fucking their mother's face, but that didn't seem to bother either of them as fingers caressed along his entire length. It was far different than Hannah's exploration, there were two women touching him and their fingers felt like they were everywhere from his crown to his base to his balls and even up toward his ass.
He squirmed as he fought the urge to run away while also wanting to keep the feeling. Through the glass, he could see how they were working his zipper down.
John cleared his throat. “I-I think we should stop this before your mother finds out.”
“What is she going to do?” asked Ester, her breath tickling his ear. “Get on top of you?”
“No! I mean, she's going to kill me.”
“I doubt it,” Ruth said with a grin as she pulled down his zipper. “I'd bet my allowance that she's anxious to ride this thick thing herself. She sniffing around like a bitch in heat too.”
The kitchen door creaked open.
John whimpered and shoved his hands down to cover the two girl's manipulations while struggling to close up his zipper. Blind, his digits kept brushing against his slick cock and their fingers. They seemed to be everywhere.
Hannah brought in a platter of meat. She smiled broadly at all three of them before setting it down closer to her end of the table. “How are you three doing?”
A finger fished out the head of his cock and angled it away from the opening. It bobbed right on the edge of his vision with two sets of fingers pumping it lightly.
“F-Fine!” he stammered. He tried to cover himself before Hannah found out.
Hannah's eyes drifted down.
He tensed as a sick feeling grew in his stomach. The table did nothing to hide that her two daughters, her beautiful and underage daughters, were currently pumping his cock.
Hannah's eyes widened as she stared through the glass.
“H-Hannah, I swear—”
Then a smile curled her lip. “You got hard in a hurry. One would think you were a teenager.”
Ester looked up with surprise. “You already had him?”
Hannah blushed and looked toward the side.
“Mom, you said we could have first shot.” The whine in her tone would have been adorable, except for hand touching his manhood.
“I'm sorry, Baby, but he tasted so good.”
“Oh my god, you were behind the island weren't you!?” Ester squeezed down on John's cock, but she didn't stop pumping. The heat and friction slid along the pre-cum they had been smearing down his entire length. Her fist thumped against his base before she stroked up. “Greedy slut.”
The storm clouds returned to Hannah's eyes in a flash. She pointed directly at Ester. “Listen, young lady, either you watch your attitude or the only place he's going to be sticking his dick tonight is in your sister!”
A squeak noise somehow squeezed out of John's throat. No, the American word for “breed” was exactly what it sounded like. His cock surged hotly in the confines of Ester's pumping hand.
“Well, and apparently you,” snapped Ester back.
Hannah smacked the table. “Ester!”
“What, he's not that young and you got the best shot.” Ester's whine belied the hand still pumping his cock. She was almost frantic as she pounded, pushing him closer to an orgasm before he realized it.
Hannah's lips tightened into a scowl. Then she straightened. “That's it. John, stand up.”
John froze.
“John, up, now!” Hannah's commanding tone was almost impossible to disobey.
He fumbled with his hands.
“Don't bother. You're going to be using it in a few seconds. Stand up and take off your pants.”
John's cheeks burned hotly, but he obeyed. He pushed his trousers and shorts down before stepping out of the confines. His cock was standing up full and dripping wet. He could feel the ache from his balls to his tip.
Ruth stood up behind him, her lips parted as she stared down at it.
Ester glared at her mother.
“Ester, on your knees.”
“That's my punishment? Blowing him?”
“Get on your knees!” screamed her mother.
Ester's stubbornness seemed to crack. She stood up enough to push back her chair. Then she hiked up her red dress from her knees and then slowly sank down in front of him. The look of naked lust in her eyes brought a surge to John's cock as she stopped with her red lips close enough to his tip that he could feel her breath.
Hannah came around and then bent over. Her tits almost spilled out of her own outfit as she grabbed her daughter underneath the chin with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his base with her other.
His cock was so hard that he moaned.
“You see this beautiful cock? Do you?”
Ester licked her lips. “Yes,” she finally said. Her eyes were locked on his shaft, wide and hungry.
“You are going to suck on it until he's about to blow. And then you are going to stay right there and watch as he breeds your sister right on the table. Now, open your mouth like a smart-ass little cunt and shove your face into it!”
Ester didn't seem to resist much as she opened her perfect lips and leaned forward. Her hot breath heralded her mouth and then he was engulfed inside her. It was hot and wet with just a hint of suction.
John moaned and gripped the side of the table with one hand. His eyes fluttered as his world centered on the teenage mouth that slathered over his cock.
Hannah, on the other hand, had different ideas. She grabbed Ester by her hair and shoved her head forward. “No, like a fucking slut! Get it all down.”
John staggered back, but then Hannah grabbed his shirt with her other hand and pulled them together.
Ester was forced down on his cock until his shaft bumped against the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back.
Her mother didn't give her more than an inch before she yanked John and her together. The force rammed his cock against Ester's throat with a hard bump. “All the way down.”
John moaned as Hannah pumped Ester's face onto his cock, using more and more force as the pressure built. He could feel the resistance of the teenager's throat fighting his cock as he hammered against it, but he was stuck as her as he watched the young woman being debased.
Ruth's hand slipped against his own. When he clasped her, she squeezed and gave him a smile.
“This is how I'm going to treat mouthy sluts,” Hannah hissed. She got a better grip on her daughter's hair and then shoved down hard. She stepped behind Ester for a better grip as she kept the girl's head down on his cock.
The pressure along his shaft increased but it was a mixture of pleasure and pain as the hot confines of Ester's mouth and the shakes of her gagging brought him rapidly closer to an orgasm.
His shirt began to tear from Hannah pulling him down.
Tears sparkled in Ester's eyes as she held out her hands, not touching him or anything. They only flailed for a moment.
Then, Ruth reached over and grabbed the back of her sister's head. Her fingers dug in as she added her own strength.
Ester's gagged whimpered rose up with John's moans.
He could feel the entrance of the poor teenager's throat beginning to give. He wanted so badly to thrust into her, but he didn't dare with two women forcing their own kin down on his cock.
Then, with a wet pop noise, Ester's face smashed down to his base as his cock tore into her throat. Her red lips worked along his base, leaving smears of her lipstick as she was impaled on his length.
His cock swelled with excitement.
“Don't come,” Hannah said.
John squeezed Ruth's hand and the table tightly as he fought back. He had never had a deep throat in his life and the intense pleasure that flooded through him made it difficult to resist. It was so hot and tight, like he was embedded into a throat that massaged his entire length with every gag and jerk of the helpless girl's depths.
Ruth released her sister's head and reached down to cup his balls. They were tensing from the rapidly approaching orgasm. “I think he's getting close.”
“Up on the table, Baby.”
“Yes, Mom.” Ruth slipped away from John to crawl up on the chair and then on the glass table. The thick surface easily held her as she pushed aside the dishes and cleared a spot where he was sitting. The skirt clenched tight to her buttocks before it finally gave up.
He watched as the stretching material slipped up and over the curve of her buttocks to reveal her naked pussy. Her lips were glistening with her juices and a few droplets of her excitement clung to the smooth skin.
Still caught in Ester's clenching throat, he shuddered.
“Don't come, John,” warned Hannah.
“I'm… not… but it's close. I'm close,” he groaned.
“Ruth?”
Ruth pulled her skirt completely up to her waist and then settled down on the edge of the table. Leaning back, she rested her head on a pile of napkins next to the roast and lifted one leg. Her pussy lips separated slightly, thick strands of juices clinging to them.
“Okay, you're done,” Hannah said as she pulled Ester off his cock.
His cock jumped with its freedom. It was completely slathered with foamy saliva. It dribbled down his length and off his balls.
“Fuck my daughter,” Hannah said. “The good one.”
Ruth reached down to spread her labia apart, revealing the pink of her pussy and the dripping entrance to her sex. “Please, Mr Woods. Please, I need you inside me so badly.”
Knowing he was going to burn in hell, John guided his incredibly hard and hot cock into her sex. Everything was so wet as he rested it inside her entrance before pulling both of her legs up to his shoulders.
Ruth moaned as she arched her back, her legs quivering.
He stepped into her, his entire length sliding into her without even a hint of friction. John froze as he impaled his first teenager. The tightness of her sex was comparable to Ester's throat, but it was so soft and tight. The smell of her pussy encouraged him as he pulled her up to the edge of the table.
“Fuck her,” whispered Hannah. She tugged up her own black dress. She, unlike her daughter, had a thong on but it was only a thin strip of material easily pushed aside as she plunged a finger into her sex. “Fuck her,” she repeated with a moan.
“Please?” begged Ruth.
Panting, John obeyed. He drew his cock out and shoved it back in.
His lover moaned and squirmed on the table, her blouse couldn't hold her breasts in and they slipped out from the sides. The perfect tits, perky even on her back, brought a surge of lust.
He shoved into her and quickly found a rhythm to drive into her. Every stroke pushed him closer to an orgasm that he was already near, it felt like he would never cum as he drove his cock into her again and again.
Wet smacks filled the room and he could see their combined juices were puddling on the table underneath them. It only added to the intensity as he grabbed her by the hips to hold her tight to the glass table and then drove into her with all his strength and might.
“Yes, yes!” Ruth screamed as her pussy clenched around him. “Come inside me! Please!”
“Breed her,” whimpered Hannah as fingered herself violently. “Breed my baby girl.”
Ester was fumbling with her own clothes as she stared at the junction of the two lovers. Her fingers were missing as she whimpered. Her mascara had run with her forced blow job and the black-rimmed eyes added to the tears that sparkled on her cheeks.
John thrust faster. He was coming close to an orgasm. He wanted to make it last, but it was more like trying to stop a storm. He was going to come into the beautiful young teenager and nothing could stop it, only slow it.
“M-Mom!” Ester suddenly screamed out.
John looked over to see Hannah pulled Ester by her hair and jamming her own daughter's face up against her pussy. There was a wet smack as Ester's lips ground against her mother's cunt, smearing juices and lipstick everywhere.
Ester was half pulled off her knees, but it didn't matter. Instead of fighting, she grabbed her mother's shins and then began to gulp loudly.
“Oh, fuck!” screamed Hannah.
Seeing the unexpected incest pushed John over the edge. He turned back to Ruth and stared into her eyes as he concentrated on every stroke. He slammed it home and ripped it out. Plunging it back it, he felt her orgasm as liquid squirted across his balls and splashed onto the table.
“Please?” whimpered Ruth. “Breed me. I need it. I need it so badly.”
John groaned. He managed to pull out and impaled her again. Each thrust was accompanied by her pleas and the muffled moans of Ester's mouth against her mother's cunt. It was too much.
His orgasm was on the knife's edge of agony and pleasure. Hot jets of cum shot out of his crown and speared into Ruth's depths. He slammed his cock as deep as he could as he felt another searing blast paint her cervix.
“Yes!” screamed Ruth as she came again on his cock, her entire channel clamping down on his length as he pumped jet after jet of his seed directly against her womb's entrance. Each one was almost painful but it kept going, flooding her cunt until it poured out around his shaft.
Ruth screamed out in pleasure as every muscle in her legs tightened. She came again and again on his cock as he flooded her teenage pussy.
When he finished, he was dizzy. “Fuck,” he gasped as he pulled himself out. His half-hard cock spilled out along with a flood of juices that pooled onto the table. There was a second puddle on the ground.
Ester gasped as she was released. “M—”
Hannah looked down sharply.
Ducking her head, Ester took a deep breath. Her entire face was wet with Hannah's orgasm. “I'm sorry.”
Panting, Hannah straightened her dress. Then she took a deep breath of her own. “We should have eat before the meal gets cold. Ruth, Baby, why don't you go lay down on the couch and elevate your hips. Keep his seed right against your entrance.”
Ruth cupped her pussy as she slipped off the table. She stroked his cock before kissing him on the lips. “Thank you,” she whispered before she headed toward the living room on the opposite side of the stairs behind him.
Ester started to get up.
“No,” Hannah said. “Stay down there and get under the table. You can clean John's cock.”
“What about dinner?”
“You can eat later. Besides, you'll have plenty to drink and if you're good, I'll let you ride him tonight.”
Ester gave him an intense look that bordered on feral. She looked down at his cock and then smiled. Then slowly, she crawled underneath the table and to the puddle. He got a chance to see below her dress; she was naked just like her sister but she had a bit of dark hair above her sex.
“Clean that up while you are down there,” Hannah ordered. “John, sit.”
The surreal feeling came back. He kept his pants off as he pulled up his chair and brought it to the table.
Below, he watched as Ester's beautiful body positioned herself between his thighs. And then she came up to lap at his cock a few times to harden it.
He hesitated, watching through the glass as her painted lips teased his sated cock.
Then, Ester took all of him in her mouth in a slow, sensual dip. Her eyes glistened through the glass surface, locked into his as she swallowed him almost to the root and then back again. It was slow, sensual, and teasing.
He moaned.
Hannah pushed a plate in front of him. “Enjoy. Recover. You'll be enjoying her properly soon enough.”
Then, just like having her daughter blow a man was an every day occurrence, Hannah served them dinner.