Camera slut – part 3

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Camera slut – part 3I laid in bed, I didn’t want to get up, I was exhausted. But, I needed to pee. I needed a drink. I turned over, trying to ignore what my body was telling me. It was no good. I walked into the en-suite. “Ahh, better,” I thought as I relieved myself. Now a glass of water, I padded down stairs, it was mid morning, so I should have the house to myself. I opened the fridge door, and bent down to grab a bottle of mineral water. “Nice arse Mum,” Mike said, making me jump out of my skin. I turned, opening the bottle. A fortnight ago I would have been mortified that my son had seen me totally naked, let alone made such a comment. But that was then, this was now. He must have seen my pussy, and arsehole as I’d bent over. But then again he’d seen it before, probably zoomed in on it with his camera. “You’re going out shopping with Suzie today aren’t you?” He asked.“Yes, need some more clothes, if you are going to continue to photograph me. Or was yesterday it?” I asked.“No, I still want to photograph you, so does Baz, and you did agree, if you remember,”I did remember. “I’d better go and get ready then,” I said, hesitating. “Or shall I just stay like this for a while?”“Stay like that, just for a while,” he said.“Why don’t you come and watch me dress, just for a change, then we can talk.”I walked up the stairs, while my son followed me up the stairs, behind my naked arse. I showered, then dried myself as Mike lay on the bed. I could see he had an erection, and smiled to myself, remembering that hard cock, and how it felt in my mouth. Then remembered how I felt, the guilt. I didn’t feel guilty now, just regret that I’d run out. “So this Baz,” I asked, “he wants to film me again?”“Of course he does,” Mike said.“What’s he going to do with the film?” I asked, knowing the answer.“Sell them, plenty of buyers.”“And yesterday, were they just for Dad, or has he sold them already?” “The stuff I took, its for Dad, the stuff he did, he’ sold it.” Mike said, watching as I moisturised my legs, looking at my pussy.“And Suzie’s?” I asked.“Copies for Dad, like yours, the rest sold. Its on the web already. Are you mad?”“Mad, no of course not, although I think I should be.”“Will you do some more?” He asked.I thought about it. Knew the answer straightaway. I pulled my knickers up, they were high waisted, white, and tight. They hugged my hips. I still hadn’t answered him. I put the matching bra on. He looked up at me, as I put my breasts away, away and out of sight. I sat down on the bed, beside him.“Yes, Mike the answer is yes. But, only if your Dad agrees.” I told him.“He’ll agree, he’s already seen it,” Mike said.“And Suzie’s?” I asked.“No, she wants to give it to him herself.”“Mmm, she would. Mike, I think you’d better go and have Angie attend to that,” I said.“Sorry Mum, but well, you are gorgeous.” Mike said.“Thanks love. Now go and find Angie, is she still in bed?” I asked.“No, she’s gone home,” Mike said.“Oh dear, poor you.”“You could always…………”“Mike, I don’t think so, last time, well I shouldn’t have.”“No, but you did. You wanted to, and I wanted you to,” he said.I reached out, my hand went to his crotch. I felt it, hard beneath his shorts. And it was hard. So very hard. I unzipped his flies, reaching inside his trousers, then pulled it free, like a monster unleashed, once free it sprang upwards. I held it in my hand, my mouth dry with anticipation. I lent forward, taking it into my mouth, closing my lips around it. It was big, big and hard. My tongue traced the glands, ran around the head, licked the tip. Tasted it. I stroked it, pulling on it hard. My other hand cupped his balls. I heard a door open. Suzie! Quickly I pushed his cock back into his trousers. Just in time.“Mum,” Suzie called. “Mum are you ready yet?”As she opened the bedroom door, I jerked my hand away from Mikes cock. “Oh sorry, am I interrupting?” She said.“No of course not, darling, we were just talking. Now come on, if we’re going shopping.”Mike went off to dress, he was coming to make sure we got the right clothes for our forthcoming photo shoots.I applied my makeup, as Suzie sat on the bed.“Mike was hard, and you had your hand on his cock, were you going to give him a blow job Mummy?” She asked.I didn’t reply. I didn’t have too. I stood, and pulled on a pair of jeans, tightened the belt. “You were, you dirty cow!” She exclaimed.It was the day before Dan arrived home. I should have been making sure the house was just right for him. Instead, Suzie and me were dressing for a party. A party at which we were the main course. I wore a black bra and matching knickers, brought on our recent shopping trip. Selected by Mike. Just plain black, nylon, and see through, with a plain black suspender belt. I threaded the four suspenders under my panties, and clipped on the seamed nylon stockings, which reached to the cheeks of my arse. Six inch heels, black patent, which I could at least walk in. Then I stepped into the black mini skirt, it was too short, too tight. Mike had been adamant. Then a black and white stripped silk blouse, one from my wardrobe. Long dangly earrings, and matching necklace. I was ready, as was Suzie who wore a plain black lacy dress, over underwear which was the same as mine, Mikes idea. We were ready. Ready to prostitute ourselves.The hotel was smart, though not posh. We were osmaniye escort shown to a suite on the third floor. Double doors swung open, and we were admitted. To the Lions Den? No, I was surprised. A cocktail party. Half a dozen couples, mingling. A young girl serving drinks from a bar. The guy was there, the guy who had mistaken me for a hooker. He was as I remembered if not hunky, then fit. No wonder he’d talked his way into my knickers, well that and a certain amount of alcohol. Of course the fact that I was horny as hell, after having dirty pictures taken by my son had helped. He kissed me, a deep lingering kiss. Yes there were tongues. His hand was on my bum, and suddenly I wanted him, and wanted him now. His cock pressed against me, semi erect. He led me into the adjacent room, a bedroom. I melted into his arms, as he pulled my mini skirt up and around my waist. He ran his hands over my nylon encased bottom.“Suck me,” he asked. I dropped down, squatting in my heels. I unzipped him, took his cock out. I stroked it, until it was hard, thinking of the cock I had nearly sucked that morning. As I closed my lips over the purple head, I decided I would suck Mikes cock when I got home, I wanted him to come in my mouth, whether Angie was there or not. He fucked my mouth, holding the back of my head. He used me. He was paying .My second time fucking for money, well the first was a misunderstanding. Tonight, well there was no mistake. I was being paid, as was my daughter. He came, ejaculating hot come into my mouth. Mummy disappeared with a guy. I was left with the others. They were all about Mum and Dads age. I wanted a drink. A glass of champagne. I sipped it. Drank it slowly. I was blonde, pretty, good figure, and great tits. I was hot. I was eighteen. They all wanted to fuck me, I knew. As did all the boys at school. They made small talk. A fat, sweating bald man made a pass at me. I didn’t know what to do, how to get rid of him. I was rescued by a redheaded woman, who steered me away. “Just tell him to piss off, that’s what all the other wives do, now you must be one of Louis bright young things, now where is he, he was with the girl you arrived with,” she said looking around. “Oh never mind, now, I’m Mo.”We chatted, then I saw Mum emerge from a door near the bar, smoothing her skirt.“Oh there they are, I wonder what they’ve bee up to,” she asked, knowing full well what they had been doing. “He’s so dreamy, don’t you think?” Mo said.“Isn’t he though,” I replied. Finally the party broke up, leaving just Mummy, me and of course Louis. He didn’t waste time. He unzipped me, pushing my dress off my s
houlders, as Mummy watched. I stood there, in just my underwear. He liked, I could tell. Liked the see through bra and knickers Mike had chosen, liked the stockings even more.“Now you,” he said to Mummy.She unbuttoned her blouse, but left it on, just unbuttoned, and open at the front. Then she unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the carpet, before stepping out of it. She looked so sexy. Then she took the blouse off, oh so slowly. Then she stood beside me, dressed exactly the same, or rather undressed. I reached out, and held her hand.He came between us then, ran a hand lightly over my breast, another over Mummy’s. My nipple responded instantly. I reached out, and touched the front of his trousers. He was hard, of course he was. He held me in one arm, my daughter in the other. Of course he didn’t know she was my daughter. To him we were just a pair of call girls, if he was polite. I hadn’t expected this, I thought I’d fuck him, Suzie one of his friends. Now it seemed we were about to have a threesome. Such a slut, so naughty. Would Dan like to be in his place, I asked myself, would Mike? Mike would I knew, but would Dan. We were naked now, save for our stockings and suspenders, and of course our heels. He wanted them left on. We lay side by side, as he fingered us, simultaneously, as we stroked his cock, his hard, erect cock. I was wet, excited. He moved away from me, between her legs, I watched fascinated, as he penetrated her with his cock. She arched her back, and moaned as he thrust it into her. Into my little girl. I kissed her, kissed her as she was fucked, her breath heavy. She came then, so quickly, noisy like me. He pulled out of her. He offered his wet cock to me, he wanted me to suck it, clean her juices from it. I did it, wanted to. I tasted her wetness, her come. I was good, I licked it all off, like the good slut I was, then it was my turn, my turn to be fucked. He took me from behind, on my knees, thrusting deep. I was between her legs, her pussy wet from the fucking she had just had. She was open, pink and open. She slid down. He thrust hard, forcing my mouth against her cunt. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste her, drink her straight from the source. She wanted it too.The cab dropped us off, it was mid morning, Dan would be home later in the afternoon. I needed to catch up on some sleep. Our next door neighbours were in their garden. Typical. They waved, we waved back. That would set the tongues wagging. Not that I cared. I closed the door behind us, glad to home. It had been an exhausting night, for us both.“Hi,” Angie called. The girl seemed to becoming a permanent feature in our house. Mike was behind her, pouring coffee. escort osmaniye “Wow, you two look so slutty,” Mike said. “Wait right there, I’ll get my camera!”“Mike, no, not now, I’m…………” But he wasn’t listening.We had to walk up the driveway again, as he snapped away, the neighbours watched, storing their poison up, no doubt. Click, click, click. I felt so underdressed, the mini skirt too short, and then some, one of my stockings laddered. The door thankfully closed behind us, the camera continued its work. I snapped away as they did their walk of shame. The neighbours obviously disgusted of “Tunbridge Wells,” looked down their nose’s as they tripped up the drive in their short hemlines, in their killer heels. They’re makeup was smudged, they looked like what they were, two whores coming home, after a night of prostituting themselves, money in their purses. I saw Mum had a ladder in one of her stockings, I snapped it, from a low angle. I could see up her skirt, see her white thigh above her stocking top, a glimpse of knicker. The door closed. I had them strip, as they ascended the stairs, lots of low down shots, then I ran past them, and caught them from above. They were only in their underwear now, their nipples visible through the thin material of their bras. I zoomed in, on Suzie’s crotch, her pussy nestled behind the veil that was her knickers. Her soiled knickers. Click, click, click. I switched to Mum, photographing her. Her panties were if anything, even more soiled than Suzie’s. Crusted with come, he’s, her paying customer, as was my sisters. They slowly stripped, only keeping their stockings and heels on, and of course the suspender belts. It had been my idea that they wear identical undies, a genius move I thought. They spread their legs. Whoever the lucky guy had been that had fucked both my mother and sister, he had been busy, and recently. His come still leaked out of their love holes. Click, click, click. I was hard, the sight of them made my cock ache. Painfully so. He snapped away at us. Making us do the walk of shame a second time had been almost humiliating, but so hot. My stomach was doing butterflies, again. Now I was spread in front of my sons camera, again. I could see his cock, growing in his trousers. Behind him, his girlfriend watched. Angie was a dirty cow, I had no doubt. I didn’t care that she was there, maybe it heightened the excitement that she was there, watching, as we exposed ourselves to his lens. I reached over, unbidden, and fingered Suzie, as I had fingered her last night, and again this morning. One, then two, and finally three fingers. Click, click, click. I felt hot breath by my ear, as Suzie whispered, “oh so naughty Mummy, naughty and dirty.”I heard a camera, its noise so distinctive, so familiar. Angie watched, her hand busy in her knickers, her dress hiked up around her waist.I lowered my head, the tip of my tongue found Suzie’s clit, I flicked it, and she moaned with pleasure, just as she had last night. I heard Angie gasp, but didn’t stop, not until Suzie came.“You look different!” Dan exclaimed when he saw me.“Different?” I asked, “in what way?”“Sexier!” He stated simply. I blushed.“You mean, like I look in those photo’s?” I asked.“God you looked fantastic in those,” Dan said.“And the film Dan, was that what you wanted?” I asked.“I’m not sure what I wanted darling, I know that I never expected you to go that far!” Dan replied.“Are you mad?” I asked tentatively.“Mad? No! Surprised.”“Did you like it, watching me?”“God yes, you were so fucking hot, I loved it.”“Shall I make some more?” I asked him“You want too?”“Yes Dan, I want too, but only if you don’t mind, if you don’t want me too, then I won’t.”“You do what you want. Do what your happy doing. But one thing,” Dan said.“One thing, just ask Dan.”“Can I come and watch, just once?” “Yes darling, you can come and watch.” I told him.“When?”“Ask Mike, he’ll sort it out.”“Thanks.”“Dan, when you took Suzie to school, did you like looking up her skirt?” I asked. His turn to blush. And blush he did.“I only looked.”“I know she told me. She wanted you to look. She has something to show you later. Be careful Dan, she wants to fuck you.”“But she……..I never have even thought……..”“Dan, if you want to, just tell me, that’s all,” I said. “Oh and Dan, you’ll find some things have changed here, since you went away.”“Changed, like what?”“You’ll see!” I said. “Now we’re going out for dinner tonight, my treat.”I walked into Mum and Dad’s room, Dad had just come out of the shower, and had a towel around him. Mum was starker’s, moisturising her legs. “Mum, can I borrow a pair of stockings,” I asked. “The seamed ones.”“Suzie, your………naked” Dad said.“Well, almost, Daddy.” I replied. I wasn’t naked, I was wearing a red thong, and a red suspender belt, which was awaiting Mum’s stockings. She looked up, and smiled. “They’re in my drawer, you know where, just help yourself there’s a red pair, to match, or black ones?” “What do you think Daddy,” I asked.He didn’t reply, just stood there looking, looking at my bare breasts.“Why don’t you bring what you are going to wear in here, then Daddy can choose,” Mummy said.“Ok, be right back,” I said, checking I’d had the desired effect on Dad.“Dan, you’ve got a hard on,” I
said.“What, oh bloody hell,” Dan said.“Want me to take care osmaniye escort bayan of it?” I asked. “Or would you prefer Suzie did, after all, she’s the cause of it.”“I know, I’m sorry,” he said.“Don’t be sorry, did she give you a hard on when you dropped her off at school, be honest Dan.”“Yes, but I only ever looked, I’d never…….”“Thanks for being honest Dan. So, blow job?” I asked.“You’re going to give me a blow job, now!”“Well if you don’t want one!” I said.“But Suzie will be back in a couple of minutes,” Dan said.“So?”“So, she’ll……..“Dan, she’s watched me giving blow jobs, she’s watched me being fucked. I told you things have changed.”“You’d do that, she’d do that?” Dan asked.“For you Dan, we’d both do anything…….anything. Shame we don’t have time now! Maybe later. ” I giggled.“So, what’s it to be, Daddy. The black stockings, or the red ones?” I asked.He was still just wearing the towel, his cock still erect. He looked at my breasts, almost unbelieving that I was topless. His eyes travelled down, stopping at my crotch, I knew he could see my pussy, I knew because I’d checked myself out in the mirror. A perfect camels toe. He gulped.“The red ones,” he said at last.“Good, at least that’s decided,” Mummy said, and as she did so, she whipped his towel away. He tried to stop her, even attempted to hide his embarrassment. I almost laughed.His cock was so hard, his eyes full of lust.“Tonight,” I thought, as I walked away, wiggling my bum, knowing he’d be watching.They were ready at last. Mike was there, with his girlfriend Angie, I liked her. Steph and Suzie looked fabulous in little short dresses, as was Angie. We walked to the taxi, and squeezed in. I sat on the back seat, Steph and Suzie on either side of me, opposite Angie. I could feel the warmth of the legs ether side of me. I could see up Angie’s dress, see her white knickers. My cock stirred, and as it did, Suzie rested a hand on my thigh. Angie seemed to be watching, watching me. Her legs moved imperceptibly further apart. My cock was semi erect now, and Suzie’s hand had moved closer to my crotch. I gulped, gulped so loud that I was sure everyone in the cab must have heard. We drove around a bend, and Suzie’s hand moved, now it was on my cock, my now hard cock. She squeezed it through my trousers. Angie smiled, a knowing smile, opening her legs still further, and putting a finger into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Before I could do, or say anything we arrived at the restaurant, and I was suddenly hungry.“Daddy,” Suzie said. “I have something to show you.”I watched as she led her father into the lounge. Led him to watch her film. I left them to it, and walked up the stairs to Mikes room. He had disappeared up there with Angie as soon as we had arrived home. I opened his bedroom door, walked in, closing it behind me. They were on the bed, Angie held his cock in her hand, it was erect. She smiled at me. “I wondered how long it would be before you joined us, you do want to join us don’t you?” She asked.I nodded, and moved towards the bed.“Go on, take it Steph.” Angie said.I took it from her, kneeling on the bed beside her. I didn’t need any encouragement, I bent my head and took his cock back into my mouth, and I was lost. I went to work on it with a will, lost to everything about me, all that I wanted at that moment was my sons cock. I worshipped at its altar, sucking, licking. I worked my way down to his balls, sucked each in turn, always stroking his cock as I did so. Then back up, to the purple head, so smooth, engorged with blood. I was a total slut for it. I felt my dress being unzipped, I didn’t resist as Angie undressed me, neither did I lose contact with Mikes cock. Mike didn’t say anything, he just lay back, and enjoyed what his mother was doing to him. I felt a hand between my legs, adjusted slightly to give Angie easy access. I felt her fingers inside my panties, my wet panties. Mikes cock was rigid, hard as steel. I took it all, deep into my throat, until I gagged, adjusted, then tried again, taking it deeper still. I felt it throb, he was close. I wanted him to come, what to taste him. Needed it. Then he came. His hot sperm ejaculated into my mouth, rope after rope. So much, it filled my mouth. I tried to keep it all in my mouth, but some trickled down my chin. I sat up, still holding him, milking more. I swallowed, then back down and lapped the excess. A happy come slut. I smiled. Smiled until I saw Angie holding a camera, filming me, as I gave my son a blow job. She put the camera down.“Next time, I’ll film you fucking him, you’d like that wouldn’t you Steph!” I knew I would. I was a slut for the camera.I watched the film. Watched my daughter stripping, then masturbating on the screen. She sat beside me, I could feel her warmth. My cock was hard, so hard it hurt. I felt her hand, I didn’t try to stop her. I didn’t want to even try. I tried to remember what Steph had said, but couldn’t. The restraint on my cock was gone, she’d unzipped my trousers, she had me in her hand. I watched the screen, as she slipped a vibrator into herself, her school skirt around her waist. I felt her wet lips around my cock, as she gave me head. It felt fantastic, for a second, I wondered what Steph would say. That second was soon gone, as I enjoyed the blow job my daughter was giving me. On the screen she was coming, right then so was I. Coming in her mouth. I tensed, my cock throbbed, then I came, long and hard. I felt a release, it felt so fucking good, I sighed, as she took it all, not missing a drop, she took it all, and like her mother, swallowed.

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