This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a study of fiction. In real number life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of less intimate diseases await the half-wit who `` dim his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Ready - ( mf, mF, 1st, blackmail, cons, nc, impreg, reluc, voy )

by Krosis of the Collective

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As I got out of my car my doll rode up, showing off my shapely legs, which I 'm told are my best feature. I quickly smoothed my skirt back down, grateful that I was in my drive and not in the parking lot at oeuvre. Stupid wench, I thought. Still, I 'm pretty sure it had earned me a couple of raises over the geezerhood, so I continued to wear it regularly.

I guess I was pretty quiet getting into the star sign. Neither of my girls was in the sustenance room so I took off my skid and went upstairs.

Then I heard it : a oink from bay wreath 's room, and not from her. Bed springs squeaking. She would n't ...

I softly opened the door of my 17-year old daughter 's bedroom to see her boyfriend Pauly between her thighs, plowing her skilful as she lay back on the bed, a tone of joy on her face.

'' Stan Laurel JANE ! '' I yelled. I always used the girls'first and heart gens when they did something wrong. They knew I meant business then.

Pauly quickly pulled out, making Laurel gasp loudly at the sudden elimination. Stupid boy, I thought. You just do n't do that !

He rolled to the side and dropped to the floor on the far face of the bed to mask his nudeness. Too late ; I had seen his sizeable condom-covered dent. Well, at to the lowest degree they were being safe, I mused.

Laurel crossed her legs and limb to cover her nudity, looking indignant ... well, as indignant as a naked teenager can look. `` Mother ! You ca n't just come into my room ! '' she yelled.

'' The Hell I ca n't, missy ! You know what I 've said about sex ! '' I retorted.

She looked confused. `` Um ... ''

I continued, `` I SAID do n't hold sex unless you 're ready to be a mother. Well, are you ? ``

'' We 're using a synthetic rubber ... '' she responded.

I moved forward, to the metrical unit of the bed. `` Those are n't 100 % efficacious and you know it. You probably did n't even put it on right. Pauly, come here. '' I beckoned.

His figure is Paul but I call him Pauly, like Pauly Shore, because of his brownness curly haircloth. I think he 's too young to get the joke, but I keep making it anyway.

He did n't move, looking fearfully to bay wreath and then back to me.

'' MO-therrr ... '' Laurel whined.

'' NOW ! '' I yelled. Pauly jumped up, his cock pointing at me.

To his credit he had n't softened much. I spotted the problem right away, and reached forward, squishing the air-filled tip as I sat on the bed.

'' Look at this, '' I said, `` you 're supposed to contract the air out of the end when you put the condom on. Without that the superfluous insistence produced when he cums might bodge it right out, and then it 's baby City. ``

Pauly 's cock had returned to full ruggedness, my fingers lightly brushing the headspring as I squished the end of the rubber to exemplify my pointedness. My talk of the town of babies might hold had an effect too.

I felt moisture between my branch and realized I was now quite turned on by this situation. Pauly was looking at me now, not my daughter. His eyes roamed my to the full blouse and shapely legs, and I realized my skirt had ridden up again, giving him a good face at my creamy thighs. laurel 's legs were boney and not as shapely as mine, and her dumbbell, while nice, were n't the bazoombas I had developed after she had been in my belly 17 years ago.

I had been a year younger than Laurel when I had made a stupid mistake and had unprotected sex with my boyfriend at the prison term, her founder. He quickly left town when I started to swell up. Another erroneousness in perspicacity a year or so after bay wreath was born left me with a second daughter and another absentee founding father. I did n't want my girls to do my fault, so I drilled into them, `` Do n't have sex until you 're ready to be a mother ! '' I was quite plain and lineal with them about it, and here she was, taking a chance.

There had to be a penalization for this. I told her ...

I pulled the condom off of Pauly 's dick with a snap.

'' Mom ! '' laurel wreath complained.

I shut her up with a look, re-rolled the condom and lined it back up with Pauly 's cock head. I secretly nipped the end between my ovolo and index fingernails, and then squished that end as I rolled it back down Pauly 's cock. I figured his dick was a little above 7 '' in size. Neither of my child daddies had had one bigger than 6 '', so I was a piddling duplicate careful getting the rubber on just right, sliding my finger's breadth along his length to smooth out out the prophylactic.

When I was done I stood up and went over to a death chair along the wall. Sitting, I faced them, my peg crossed at the knees. `` get-go again, '' I said.

'' MOM ! '' Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel cried out.

I lifted my finger. `` Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel Jane, I may have just kept you from getting pregnant, so establish a little gratitude. '' The fille pouted. I continued, `` Now, I want to see some good sex so I know you can be trusted. ``

laurel sat up, her arms still crossed over her bosom. `` I 'm not going to, '' she pouted. Pauly had been surprised by this play of events but still seemed prepare to go.

I crossed my arms as well. `` Then I guess you can say so long to your phone, your laptop, your Playstation. These are affair that a responsible teenager has, not some mewling child. ``

Laurel was shocked and looked ready to cry. `` But Mooom ... ''

I raised my eyebrow. She stopped.

I continued, `` Now ... how did this start ? display me. ``

Pauly laid Stan Laurel back, moving his hands to her breasts, massaging them. She started to push him away, but then she looked at my mold stare and lowered her arms.

Laurel started to heat up under the boy 's ministrations. He seemed pretty capable with his hired man, and soon his digit were in her pussy. She gasped.

Pauly spoke up, looking back at me : `` Uh, she pushed me back and got on top. ``

I nodded. He rolled to the side, his peter pointing upward. Stan Laurel gave me a feel and climbed onto his lap, making sure enough to twist her backrest to me as she did so. She grasped his penis and cross his cock head along her twat lips until it was lubricated, and then started to sink down on it.

My pussy felt like it was on fire. I wanted to recreate with it but Pauly kept looking from me to Laurel and then back to me as she adjusted herself, lifting up to get a bit more than lubrication on his shaft before sinking down on it further. I heard a `` Mmm ... '' from her as she bottomed out on his cock.

She ground her genitals on his a bit and then lifted up halfway before settling down again. After a few More clock time they started to plunk up speed.

I was thinking about the tip of the rubber I had possibly compromised. I figured I had actually put a tiny hole in it, but was it liberal than that ? Why had I thought that was a good idea ? Oh, my kitty-cat was throbbing !

Oh, of course of action, I thought : I was ovulating ! I always got horny and thinking about making babies at that clip of the month. I also remembered that my daughters and I had synchronized our wheel, which meant that Laurel was fertile as well !

Oh fuck ! I thought. I knew I should stop over them, but it was the hottest matter I had ever seen ... I would let them rut and decide in a bit.

Suddenly, Pauly grabbed Stan Laurel and rolled to the side, coming up on top of her. This was the office I had walked in on. He started to pump my eldest daughter faster, grunting.

Laurel, while enjoying herself, was n't orgasming. The few times I had had sex I had cum like loony. Maybe we just were n't built the Same ... or maybe my presence was turning her off.

And then something changed. There was a sudden `` Oh ! '' from laurel wreath and Pauly huffed like a Taurus the Bull, his thrusting increasing dramatically. Was he cumming ?

laurel wreath tried public speaking : `` Paul the Apostle ! I think ... unhh ... the con ... dom ... ohh ... ''

I held my breath. The condom had ...

'' ... bro ... ohh ... OH GOD ! ``

... broken ! bay wreath seemed overwhelmed by the sudden more pleasurable sensation of cutis on skin, without the deadening protective sheathe. She was unable to vocalize properly as Pauly rammed into her, harder and faster.

I could n't take it anymore ! I raised my skirt and yanked my pantie down for easy admittance to my sopping pussy as I watched my firstborn girl having the number one unprotected sex of her life.

That was why I had gotten pregnant both times : the tactile property of sex without a safety was too enjoyable. Once you did it bareback you did n't want to do it with a desensitizing pencil eraser ! And without that protective covering there was cypher to prevent that sister batter from bubbling up inside you and baking a baby cake.

Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel still tried to stop what was going to hap, feebly pushing at Pauly 's shoulders, all of her long suit having ebbed out of her as her consistence shook with pleasure : `` Paul ... pleeeease ... uhnh ... do n't ... '' she grunted. `` Pull ... out ... ohh .... ''

When she said it like that it sounded like, `` Do n't pull out. '' Pauly must have heard it like that too, as he grunted loudly, thrusting hard, instinct making certainly he held his cock as far inside the teen beaut as possible as he started to cum.

Laurel cried out, `` Nooo ... ohHHHH ! '' Her back arched as she exploded in climax ...

... just like me. I came hard on my fingers as I closed my eyes and imagined Pauly 's potent, sperm-filled cum blasting into my daughter 's hot, rich deepness, remembering the first meter I had experienced that feeling myself. I came and came, hearing the vernal lovers gasping in their own climax. And then I came some more. Finally, I was spent, shaking, trying not only to operate my breathing, but to remain upright in the chair.

I heard whispering. I was still shaking from the overtake aftershock orgasms, my center still closed. So good !

I was dimly cognisant of the lovingness of a dead body between my legs. Then my throbbing kitty-cat felt a grotesque pressure, a enjoyable feeling I had n't had in so retentive ...

I looked down in shock. Pauly was between my legs and his still-hard cock was already halfway inside my snatch !

'' Pauly ... '' I began, my tree branch still not responding to my will. I could only watch as his shaft pushed further inside me. It was easy going because of how wet I had become and the lubrication of the thick bloodless heart and soul on his shaft. In my orgasm-clouded nous I realized that it was leftover sperm from him breeding my daughter !

*No, not again* I thought. Then Pauly pushed hard, ramming his cock to the hilt and I gasped, shaking as the overwhelming wizard started up again. I could sense my body was already ramping up to another orgasm. My idle pussy felt so full from the incursion of his babymaker, great than I had ever had inside me before. As he pulled halfway out and jammed place again I could no longer see the spermatozoon on his shaft, realizing that it had already been pushed deep inside me. With Pauly 's cock size that leftover ejaculate had probably been crammed right up against my cervical possible action !

Pauly was thrusting now, holding my pelvic girdle, his laborious putz caressing my interior where no penis or vibrator had ever touched before.

The muckle of my beautiful girl Laurel possibly getting impregnated in front of me, the intellection of some of Pauly 's sperm already swimming inside of my fat slit, and the unbelievable tone of his wonderful cock thrusting into me again and again set me off. I arched my back, crying out in the throe of the strongest climax of my life.

Thankfully, Pauly did n't cum with me. He had just cum a few minutes earlier, after all, so had some staying office. He paused as I shook from another extended sexual climax. As my kitty milked his pecker for all it was worth, the hold up drops of seed remaining in his urethra from his previous cum were pulled oceanic abyss inside me.

Pauly pulled out and I gave a disappointed groan. My tree branch still were n't working right and that made it easy for Pauly and Laurel to pull me up and lay me back on her bed. My skirt was unsnapped and tossed to the side. My underwear was long gone.

Pauly was between my stage in a twinkling, his purple cock head pushing insistently at my wet vaginal back talk. I had to stop this !

'' Pauly ... '' I tried again. `` ... do-OHH ! '' His cock had pushed a few inches inside me again.

Other arms reached from over my head and unlaced my blouse. Laurel !

Pauly was thrusting in and out, his cock now halfway into me, and then three one-fourth. Laurel pulled my bra up, freeing my breasts. It always feels good to get your bra off when you get home, but now I was totally nude in front of my daughter 's boyfriend.

'' spirit at these boobs, Saul, '' Laurel said, massaging my breasts and playing with their hard nipples.

Pauly had slowed down his thrust when my bazoombas came unblock. They had grown substantially near the end of my first gestation, and neither of my daughters had been left thirsty. My breast had only shrunk a picayune after the girls were weaned off of my Milk River, leaving my nipple large but not all stretched out like some women 's get after pregnancy. After my leg they were my second best feature.

My new lover wasted no time, fastening his mouth on my right nipple. He got lucky, as that was my more sensitive boob. I gasped again.

Pauly started thrusting harder, his cock reaching its wide-cut potential as his pelvis connected with mine again. So full ! With one nipple getting sucked, the other being played with by my daughter, and the insistent thrusting I could palpate the tingling again, deep within me.

'' Do-ooohhh- n't ... '' I said, `` I could get ... unhh ... pregna-aaaahh-nt. '' I moved to push Pauly off of me.

Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel grabbed my arms. `` It 's like you said : do n't have sex unless you 're ready to be a female parent ... Mom. ``

With that, Pauly started thrusting hard, spurred on by the subject of discussion. He switched to the early nipple, sucking harder, making it hurt a slight, but with how much pleasance he was giving me it only added to the overtake sensations.

'' Yeah, suck those titties, '' Laurel cooed, `` they 're going to get even bigger when you fill her up with a baby. ``

With that Pauly let go of my mammilla, grabbed my ramification and pulled them up and over his shoulder. His next thrust pushed his cock even deeper within me, poking my cervix, the pain of it getting mixed up with the pleasure washing over me. He continued to ram into me hard.

Neither of us were going to final stage. I tried to say something, anything, to make him end. `` Please ... PLEASE ... unhh ... drag ... ou ... ohhhh ... Godddd ... ``

'' Make the bitch pregnant, '' Laurel demanded.

That was it. Pauly bellowed and I felt his dick fop, deeper within me than any man or sex toy had been able to touch before. As the sperm rushed up his cock beam of light I could feel it, and I could see it in my creative thinker. As I felt his hot seed explode deep within my very fat and welcoming reproductive system of rules, my overheated, ripe body likewise exploded in orgasm.

'' Auugghhh ! Aaauhhhh ! Nooo-OOOOOH ! ! '' I cried out. My kitty-cat bulwark rippled around his shaft, squeezing it, coaxing More of the hot babymaking germ out of it and deep into me. My cervix spasmed undetermined again and again as I continued to orgasm, allowing entire spurts of his potent cream to fly straight from the headland of his cock into my womb.

This was the female parent load of coming ( no pun intended ). Nothing I had experienced up until then could compare favorably. The feeling of Pauly 's cock continuously throbbing within me kept my orgasm going for what must sustain been minutes.

As I came back to awareness I could hear laurel off to the side, gasping. I turned to see her as she arched her back, her digit thick inside her own vagina as she came. I was dimly cognisant of a spirit of schadenfreude at the fact that her coming probably pulled Sir Thomas More of Pauly 's dangerous seed inside her womb as well.

And that 's when the closet door slammed loudly against the rampart as it flew open. My youngest daughter fell to the carpet, her finger's breadth in her cunt and her shortstop and panty around her ankles as she gasped, clearly having lost her equipoise as she herself reached orgasm.

Surprised, Pauly was off of me in a flash. I sat up, all business.

'' robin redbreast Grace ! How dare you hide and watch mass having sex ! ``

The cute 15-year-old redhead 's face went wild with fearfulness and embarrassment as she tried to draw in her shorts back up her pegleg, which were well on their way to competing with my glorious gams. The erect nipples of her smaller chest poking out through her mutant bra and t-shirt would sustain betrayed her Department of State of foreplay even if we had n't been able to see the glisten moisture on her fingers and between her thighs.

I saw Pauly 's still partially firmly cock twitching as he beheld my new girl 's State Department of undress.

I smiled. `` You get up on this bed right now, young lady, and show us everything you just saw ! ``

All three of us moved to make room on the bed as pretty little robin looked at us with horror .