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Ben, his wife Christen, and his eighteen-year-old daughter Michelle lounged on the pale tan shores of the Outer Banks one sunny afternoon enjoying the last day of their vacation. Their nineteen-year-old son Martin stayed home attending community college classes that he couldn’t afford to miss. His parents had drained the college fund they had set up for him, due to the crash in the economy and Ben’s poor management skills.
When Martin’s parents told him that they couldn’t afford to send him to pre-med school because theyhad drained his college fund to save their home he blew up. Ben could see the betrayal in his son’s eyes after all the years they had told him it would always be there if he ever chose to attend college.
Ben wasn’t a bad looking guy at the age of 47, while he no longer had the muscled toned body of his youth he was still in decent shape. Then there was his wife as she sun bathed on that North Carolina shore. The faint scar from her C-section when she had complications with Michelle’s birth was faintly visible on her forty-five-year-old body. While, some of the stretch marks could still be seen Christen took extremely, good care of herself. Ben knew how attractive his wife still was given the number of men stopping to look at her.
Then there was his daughter Michelle a spitting image of her mother at that age. While he wasn’t attracted to his teenage daughter yet, her lithe body and small breasts did turn heads. Little did Ben know his family would be forever changed by that once innocent trip.
“My, what a handsome family you have there,” said an unknown male voice. Ben jumped in his seat as he had thought they had the beach to themselves, at least that’s what he had thought when they arrived that morning. Ben peered behind him as the elderly man stood twenty feet behind them. His red smoking jacket reminded Ben of another elderly man that was well known. “What brings you out here to this lone beach?” he asked his eyes scanning the sunbathing women. Wondering if the man had a son so he could finally have the one video to finish his taboo collection.
“Umm…just here on vacation,” Ben said, the wind blowing through his salt and pepper hair as he rose. Something about the man, the way he was eyeing his wife and daughter, put him on edge. “Who might you be?” Ben asked putting himself between the man and his family.
“Ah, where are my manners, Howard Goldburg,” he said smiling warmly as he held out his hand.
“Benjamin Strawter,” he said shaking the man’s hand.
“So, mind telling me why you’re on my private island?” Ben arched an eyebrow wondering if it was true, or if the man was just trying to scare them off.
“We weren’t informed that this island was owned by anyone,” Christen said propping herself up on her elbows.
“Oh, this small island has been in my family for years. Not many know that it’s privately owned however, why do you think there are no houses on it?” Howard said looking down at her hiding his lustful stare as he committed the shape of her breasts to memory. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad that you’re enjoying the solitude of my island, far from it. It just had me curious as to why a family of three would linger here in a bird sanctuary rather than on the more populated beaches around here.”
“I see, well we thought the last day of our stay here we’d just enjoy the scenery and then deal with the hassle,” Ben said as relief flooded his mind glad they weren’t going to be arrested for trespassing.
“A shame there isn’t four of you,” Howard sighed wondering if he would ever get that last piece.
“Actually our son had to stay behind,” Christen said smiling sweetly at the old man as she approached her husband’s side. Putting on her charm to keep their family on the man’s good side.
“A son you say,” Howard said fighting to keep himself from salivating. “How would you like to make enough money to ensure that your family never has to work another day in your lives?”
“This is some kind of trick right?” Ben asked his skepticism running high.
“Heavens no my good man,” Howard said waving off the statement. “I’m willing to pay your family one hundred and fifty million dollars for say an hour or two of your time. However, you must have sex with each other, of course, this film will remain for my own private use,” Howard said with an evil light spreading across his eyes.
“What do you mean have sex with each other?” Michelle asked intrigued by the amount he was offering.
“Incest my dear, I want to film you having sex with your father, your mother having sex with your brother etc. etc.”
“You have to be insane,” Christen gasped at what the man was asking.
“Quite possibly, yet my offer is real and trust me that amount is just a drop in the bucket for me,” Howard smirked.
“Make it two hundred million and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Ben said just hoping illegal bahis to drive the crazy old man away.
“Two hundred it is then,” Howard said shaking Ben’s hand vehemently. “Please come to my summer home we can relax in comfort, while my lawyer draws up the contract,” he said gesturing towards the road that cut through his small island.
“No, way,” Michelle gasped in shock at the remodeled plantation style, two story walled in home. “Dad, are you sure about this?” she asked looking over at him. She wasn’t apprehensive over having sex with her father given the years she and Martin had heard their erotic moans through the paper thin walls of their home. Michelle learned a long time ago about sex due to her parents lax behavior about their sex life. There were times she even pleasured herself to their night time activities. Yet to actually have sex with her own father and brother that was so far out of her realm. Michelle was by far no means a virgin, however, could she truly go through with it.
“I don’t know sweetheart we do need the money,” Ben sighed heavily cutting off the engine.
“Ben this is crazy why would this man want us to do that?” Christen asked yet the sum of money he was offering was quickly overruling her common sense.
“I don’t know, maybe he’s into that sort of thing Christen. Do you want to back out of it? We can do that right now, however, if we go in there, and sign that contract you can be damn sure he’ll make our lives miserable if we negate on our word,” Ben said pointing towards his house.
“What about Martin, how are we to explain this to him?” Christen asked keeping her voice steady. She had always teased him about how handsome he was when he reached puberty. Telling him if he wasn’t her son she would take him right there on the kitchen table. Now, she was going to put those words into action.
“If this is real we’ll think of something baby,” Ben said reaching over taking hold of her hand. “Just think of it Christen you can finally get out of that secretary job you hate so much, and I can stop coaching and travel like we always wanted. Martin can finally get into pre-med school like he had been dreaming of before my own mistake.” Christen looked over at him as he sank into his failure. His open acceptance of it was one of the reasons she hadn’t left him when she learned their whole retirement fund had been pissed away; because her husband had been scammed through the broker they both thought was legitimate.
“Yeah, we’ll think of something,” Christen said squeezing his hand. “Well, come on we shouldn’t keep our host waiting.”
“Come in, come in,” Howard said gesturing happily as the Strawter family approached his front door. “My, aren’t you a cute little thing bet the boys just can’t enough of you,” he said smiling warmly, at Michelle as he closed the door. “Would you like something to drink?” Howard said waving to the bar as they entered his parlor. Michelle giggled as she wiggled her ass for the leering old man.
“No, thank you Mr. Goldburg,” Ben said sitting beside his daughter.
“Ah, yes one shouldn’t drink and drive good thinking I like that, however, you don’t mind if I do,” Howard said smiling to ease the nervousness he saw in them.
“Mr. Goldburg,” a soft female voice drifted in from behind the walnut door.
“Please, do come in Lula,” Howard said as he sipped the twenty-year-old Scotch.
“Here’sthe contract you asked for, along with the debt cards,” Lula said her slender hips swayed as she approached her client. Her silver plated wire frame glasses sat lightly on the bridge of her nose. Her gray dress suit did little to hide her womanly shape, she didn’t care how the old man stared at her. What she was charging for her services she would have walked around nude for the lecherous old man. Which, she did on the rare occasion when she wanted or need the extra hundred grand.
“Now, Mr. Strawter I need to know how big you are down there. We will not move forward until I know that. For I don’t want to hear those fake moans you hear in normal pornos out there. I want the real thing and the only way I can be assured that this won’t happen is to know your length and girth,” Howard said resting his elbows on the armrest of his chair, pressing the tips of his fingers together. “So, Mr. Strawter what do you say and show us just what you’re packing.”
Ben looked over at his wife then to his daughter, he knew if they went through with this she was going to see it anyways. Yet how would his daughter react at seeing her father’s cock. He knew she wasn’t a virgin he had heard enough whispers in the boys locker room to know that. Was it wrong to think that his almost nine inch cock would probably be the biggest Michelle had ever seen, and why did that fact make him smirk inwardly Ben just didn’t know. However, two hundred million was something one simply didn’t turn down. Removing his shoes, rising from his spot, pushing down his bathing suit taking pride in his neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Now, young miss why don’t you get your father hard, illegal bahis siteleri you might as well get use to touching it,” Howard said with a sinister smirk.
“Mom,” Michelle said weakly looking over at her mother.
“Go ahead,” Christen said nodding and nudging her left arm. It was just so weird as she watched as her own daughter reached out softly grasping her father’s soft tool. Biting her lip as she watched it grow as Michelle’s strokes brought it to life.
“Oh….my…god,” Michelle said in awe as Ben’s fully aroused cock filled her view. “Oh, daddy I didn’t know you were…..so big,” she said nearly moaning. Not since she lost her virginity two years ago had she ever seen one so big. Oh, she knew about them from the porn movies she watched when the house was empty; yet never one in the flesh, not one so thick either. What was wrong with her to actually want to have it in her mouth, to have it filling her mouth like none of her boyfriends could ever do.
“Lula would you do the honors and measure the man,” Howard said waving for her to proceed. Her high heels clicked along the floor as Ben turned to the woman. As much as he tried not to be aroused as his daughter jerked him off he just couldn’t keep from getting hard. Ben had seen the lustful look in her eyes as she looked down the length of his cock. It was almost as if she was about to swallow it right there in front of her own mother. Then again they were going to have to do it before hand just so they all knew they could preform. Ben wasn’t about to forgo this chance to finally have a means to clear off every debt their family had.
Christen narrowed her eyes as the woman took out a cloth tape measure from her coat pocket. She didn’t like the look in the woman’s eyes as she took stock of her husband’s cock.
“Eight and three quarter inches long,” Lula whistled. “Two and a half inches thick my your wife sure is lucky,” she purred lustfully, as her fingers skimmed along his shaft.
“Well, Mr. Strawter I think we do have a deal. Now, my only question is, is your son as big or bigger than you are?” Howard said looking the man in the eye.
“Don’t know sir it’s not like Martin and I go around measuring each other,” Ben said as he walked back to the couch.
“Hold on for a moment,” Howard said holding up his hand as Ben began to inch his swim trunks up. “How’d you like to make an easy two hundred grand right now?”
“What would we have to do?” Christen asked in surprised shock. They were barely scrapping by to get out from underneath the back payments on their mortgage, and that two hundred would put them well over it nearly having most of it paid off.
“Quite simple actually. I want the both of you lovely ladies to strip, so I can see the future stars of my film. Then all the two of you have to do is suck his cock,” Howard said pointing to Ben’s still hard cock. “You can leave Lula if you want if this isn’t up your alley,” he said looking up at her.
“No, I think I’ll stay,” Lula said fetching the wooden desk chair from behind him. At first she was disgusted when Howard told her to write up the contract for this. Which, sat in the drawer of her desk for a number of years until he had phoned her to prepare the documents for the Strawter family. Now that she had seen the man’s hard cock she couldn’t help herself from getting aroused.
“My, Mr. Strawter you are indeed a very lucky man to have such fine looking women in your family,” Howard said as his eyes ran down Christen and Michelle’s naked bodies. “Wait, wait before we begin. Lula please fetch the camera,” he said almost forgetting to mark this special occasion.
“All we have to do is suck Ben’s cock?” Christen asked before looking at her daughter from the corner of her eye. The look she saw on her daughter’s face wasn’t something a mother should never see when Michelle stared hungrily at her father’s cock.
“See quite simple,” Howard said joyously as Lula reentered the room.
“And, you say this is only for your pleasure and no one will ever see this?” Christen asked knowing how much this could and would destroy their family if word got out.
“Have no fear Mrs. Strawter the contract clearly states should any video or photos containing you, or any one of your family be stolen from my clients procession. Mr. Goldburg will pay your family another one hundred million along with any legal issues that should arise, and Mr. Goldburg is a man of his word,” Lula said peering around the video camera. Christen had to be content with that as she pushed her daughter to her knees before she too joined her on that hard wood floor.
“Go on baby taste your father’s cock,” Christen said peering up at her husband as she pushed their daughter’s head onto his rod. She wanted to get this over with as fast as she could, yet as Ben’s cock disappeared into Michelle’s throat she couldn’t believe how aroused it was making her. “No, no baby you can’t force down such a big cock you’ll just make a mess. Here let mommy show you how to properly suck a man’s fat cock,” canlı bahis siteleri Christen said winking up at her husband.
Taking hold of Ben’s slick cock pointing it slightly down. Christen knew this was one of the reasons her husband had married her. Making sure it was aligned with her throat she wasn’t about to gag in front of the old man nor her daughter. Her eyes flickered over as his lawyer stood over them filming everything. Michelle eyes bulged in their sockets as she saw the indentation of her father’s cock down her mother’s throat.
“Fuck baby you know how I like it when you do that,” Ben moaned placing his hand on top of her head as he started to face-fuck his wife. Her hands rested on his hips as his balls slapped against her chin.
“Shall we see if your daughter can handle this big cock sweetheart?” Christen asked as she came up for air. “Now do just as I showed you,” she said lining up his cock for her daughter. “Let your father do the rest of the work while he rams his cock down your dirty throat,” Christen said thinking it best to add the dirty talk.
“Just tap my leg if you need air sweetheart,” Ben said as the head of his cock inched into his daughter’s mouth. Michelle gave her father a thumbs up she wasn’t about to be out done by her mother. Michelle fought herself not to gag on her father’s cock as her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. Her hand rested on her throat she wanted to feel her throat being stretched out as Ben’s balls slapped against her chin. “You ok Michelle?” Ben asked as he watched his daughter gasped for air as her mother took over.
“Yeah….” Michelle said, it was so big to her. She was used to the six inch cocks that she had no trouble pleasing. Yet her father’s three extra inches had her eyes watering.
“Fuck baby I’m going to cum,” Ben groaned as his wife took his cock to the hilt. Her years of practice and love of deep throating gave her an edge over her inexperienced daughter.
“Mr. Strawter I want you to spray your women in your cum,” Howard ordered. He couldn’t wait to convert the video so his projector could play it in his secret room. A room he had built long ago to service his twisted needs.
Christen pulled her daughter close to her nodding her head to her husband as he worked his cock. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, never did she think that preforming such a taboo act would make her cunt so wet. Michelle watched in awe as she watched strand after strand shoot out of the tip of his cock coating her A cup breasts and her mother’s 36C slightly sagging breasts. A sneaky smile spread across her lips beating her mother as she swallowed Ben’s cock. Her tongue swirling around his head licking clean the last bead of cum from her father’s cock.
“Most excellent!” Howard cheered clapping his hands. Finally, after years of searching he had the family to complete his dream.
“Mr. Strawter I look forward to speaking with you within the week,” Howard said shaking Ben’s hand as they stood on his porch. After all three had signed the contract even going so far as to forge his own son’s name. “While one big dick is nice and the deal will continue regardless, however, it would be helpful if one of you could get the measurements of your son.”
“We’ll think of something Mr. Goldburg,” Christen said her thumb rubbing along the debt card in her hand. When she called the number his attorney gave her she almost fainted when the account balance rang in her ear. Each card contained fifty million each their cut for their performance for the upcoming movie, however, Mr. Goldburg would hang on to Martin’s share until he met the boy. Then there was the two hundred grand, they had easily made that sat within the depths of her purse. However, all that remained now was getting her son to agree, which she doubted was going to be an easy task.
Ever since they had told Martin of the plight they were facing, about how they couldn’t send him to the school he wanted. She saw the coldness setting into their son, the distance he put between them and himself. She suspected that was the real reason as to why he didn’t want to join them on their beach trip. As any good mother she worried about if they had ruined any chance to repair the damage they had caused. If that was the case then could they really get their son to go along with this plan?
Or would it only drive Martin farther away from them? Looking behind her as Michelle laid on the rear bench seat, they had taken out the middle seats so they could use the cargo space underneath them for their bags. Which, left a wide open space large enough for them to test out if they could really go through with it; and what better way to see if they could fuck her daughter than in the very van they grew up in. Lifting up the armrest of the captain chair seeing her husband glance at her as she slipped beside him.
“Ben find a rest area preferably empty,” Christen said sticking her head in between the open space between the seats. Taking her phone from the cup holder that was built into the dashboard. While, she wouldn’t openly, admit it yet there was a thrill of being filmed and she wanted to experience it again; even if it was just video taken from a smart phone. “Michelle help me find the beach towels,” Christen said opening the cargo lids.
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