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Part 4 starts from the viewpoint of Elena, Pansy/Woody's mom, and then to Pansy's POV...

“That was very good, Daisy. Both the information and your girl voice.”

“Thank you. Mommy,” smiled my sissy niece.

“Now, here’s a bit of history you don’t know. Eighteen years ago before I got serious about my career, I used to hang out with Coachella Valley bikers.”

“Where’s Coachella Valley?” my daughter asked.

“This,” my sister replied, gesturing to the terrain outside. “Anyway, there’s a funky biker bar on the western shore of the Salton Sea. The drinks are cheap, the crowd is friendly—if you’re a hot woman—and it gets pretty wild.”

I smiled to myself remembering what it had been like back then. “Wild” was a massive understatement for what it had been like, and for what would happen today.

***

We entered a small desert town on the edge of the water. Briny Point, population 803 and 147 feel below sea level. Aunt Louisa pulled us into a dusty lot and parked next to a low cinderblock building that looked no bigger than a tract home. Maybe ten motorcycles and two pickup trucks were parked in the dirt and gravel lot. Our BMW looked so out of place. I hoped Aunt Louisa knew what she was doing!

Even wearing sunglasses it was so bright outside and so dim in the bar it took a half a minute for my eyes to adjust. There was an odor of fresh and stale beer in the air, cigarette smoke, marijuana and manly sweat. A Metallica song blared on the jukebox. More faintly I smelled sawdust, which I also felt under my high heel sandals. Finally I could see the room.

There were six men, all biker types in the twenties and thirties, at the bar. A pair of men was shooting pool, and three more seemed to be playing poker at a booth table. All eyes were on us. One by one crafty smiles formed on their tan, handsome faces. That’s when I became very aware that Daisy and I wore miniskirts that barely fell past the bottom of our asses, bare midriff tube tops and sexy shoes. Our moms weren’t dressed much more modestly. What if they decided to rape us?

You’d love it, slut.

“I’ll be damned,” came a grizzly voice from over by the pool table. A clean-shaven biker with muscles like a wrestler and a face that suggested he was a little older than our moms started grinning. He slapped his pool stick onto the table and crossed the distance in a half-dozen strides on biker boots.

“Lou!” he laughed, picking up Aunt Louisa as easily as a sack of groceries and planting a big, wet kiss. “Damn! What’s it been? Fifteen years?”

“Closer to twenty,” she said. “Ed, it’s a treat to see you again.”

He set her down and turned to my mom. Wonder filled his face. “Oh, sweet Jesus! Ellie! Now if this ain’t a reunion I don’t know what is.” Ed looked between our two moms with a fond leer. “Damn, how you gals used to carry on.” Then he focused on my cousin and me. “And who are these two hotties?”

“These are our daughters. This is Pansy and this is my girl, Daisy.”

“The hell you say, Lou. Looks like they’re your sons… or they used to be. They shemales or sissies?” Without waiting for an answer he pulled back Daisy’s tube top and peered inside. “Sissies. Or they just start hormones recent-like?”

“We decided we wanted daughters more than we wanted sons,” my mom said. “But so far it’s only the looks and clothes.”

So far? Were they going to get us on hormones?

“So what brings you two back here?” Ed asked.

“Our girls,” Aunt Louisa said. “They just turned eighteen and they need the kind of education they can’t get in any school.”

“That’s for damn sure,” he chuckled. He hollered at the bartender, “Charlie, gimme four double shots of tequila and another Corona for me.” He extended his elbows to our moms. “Ladies, would you accompany me to my office?”

Twenty minutes later Daisy and I sat on the edge of the pool table, both of us a little tipsy. She and I handed back our back empty shotglasses to Ed, who looked at us like a kid looks at wrapped presents on Christmas morning. After three double shots of tequila I felt a little like I was a slutty Christmas present, one that so badly wanted to be unwrapped.

I looked around the pool table area, and I saw that every guy, even the bartender, was sitting on stools and tables nearby. Somehow I knew that Daisy and I would be getting the fuck of the century.

Twelve guys! I shivered erotically.

“I think it’s time you girls paid Ed back for those cocktails,” Aunt Louisa said.

My tummy immediately filled with butterflies at what that might mean. Suddenly I doubted my ability to handle this. Yes, I’d sucked Daisy’s cock and Mom fucked me with a strap-on only a couple hours ago, but this was a man—a huge, muscled, hairy biker of a man! While the girl inside me thrilled at the thought of going down on such a stud and getting fucked by him, it was also scary too. And did they expect we were going to do it right here in a public bar where anyone could come in?

My fear must have shown because Ed’s rugged handsome face split into an easy grin. “I think for starters I’d love to see these sexpot little honeys put on a lesbian strip show…” He patted the green felt surface of the pool table. “Right here.”

“Ed,” Aunt Louisa smirked, “you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Hell, these honeys remind me of you and Ellie there back in the day, back when y’all would climb up on this table or the bar top and get down for us.”

Aunt Louisa and my mom used to strip in this bar? Damn!

The bartender, Charlie, walked over to the wall nearest the pool table and hauled on a rope that pulled the pool table light up to the ceiling. “You gals take off them heels before you get up there so y’all don’t tear up the felt on this here table. ‘kay?”

Daisy turned to her mom. “Mommy? I… I don’t know what to do.”

“Yes you do, baby,” Aunt Louisa replied. “You know how to dance, and I can’t believe you’ve never seen at least one movie that has a striptease scene in it.” She sat bent down and undid the straps on her sissy daughter’s sandals. “Just get up there and let the music and your body take over. You’ll be fine.”

Sixty seconds later Daisy and I were barefoot on the pool table and go-go dancing to “Born to be Wild” on the jukebox. I closed my eyes and felt the music and started to move my body to the beat. It felt good, comfortable. One of the guys and another cheered, so I opened my eyes. Daisy and I were dancing atop the table. I caught sight of us in the mirror behind the bar and we looked like two biker babes dancing for the boys. I stopped being nervous and started to get into it.

I looked down and saw our two moms and all twelve guys looking up at us like we were porn stars who’d stopped by their bar to put on a show for them. When one guy yelled for us to “take it off” I flashed a wink at him, and I slowly and saucily peeled off my tube top as I continued to dance. Daisy immediately copied me. Now all we had on were those miniskirts, white silk panties, garterbelt and stockings, and sheer bras. I suddenly wished I had big breasts like our moms so I could really do a show!

As the song continued and we kept on with our sexy dance, Daisy made the next move. All of a sudden I understood why our moms gave us wrap-around skirts with a Velcro fastener. Daisy peeled back the Velcro and whipped off the skirt with a flourish, then used the skirt to hide and then flash her panties. I did the same, only I also ran the skirt between my legs like I saw a stripper do in a movie.

By the time the song ended I was dizzy with exhilaration and joy. All the guys and our moms applauded loud and long. I started to bow but then curtsied along with my cousin. She had an erection, and I felt a huge boner straining at my panties. The bikers in the bar obviously could see our hard dicks and didn’t seem to mind it at all. A couple of them rubbed their crotches. Mom and Aunt Louisa looked up at us with randy smiles and shining eyes, obviously pleased with their sissy daughters.

“Well, that was real good, girls,” said Ed. “But ultimately that wasn’t what I had in mind when I said I wanted to see you get down. I know I speak for all of us when I say I want to see some cousin on cousin lesbo action.”

A tiny part of me was horrified to have sex with Daisy in front of these guys, but my sissy cock was throbbing with lust. Daisy was licking her lips and looking at me with hungry desire.

“I have some experience with this, girls,” Aunt Louisa grinned. “Right on that very table. Just pretend you’re in Daisy’s room all by yourselves and you want to make sweet, hot love. Take off each other other’s panties, but leave on the garter belts and stockings. Then move to your knees and then let your imagination take over.” She reached into her purse. “I brought plenty of lube.”

This hadn’t quite been my plan. Daisy and I had never made the kind of sissy love I’d fantasized about even before our moms did this to us, and I kind of wanted to do it the first time in her bedroom. My cousin caught my expression.

“I know, Pansy,” she said. “But this will be way hotter!”

My cousin pressed her chest to mine and wrapped her arms around to cup my asscheeks and rub them firmly while she lowered her open mouth onto mine. As she massaged my butt we ground our hard dicks together through our panties. I groaned into her mouth as our tongues slithered together.

I broke our kiss and lowered to my knees to the pool table’s green felt, sliding Daisy’s panties down to her ankles and freeing up her boner, which twitched in the warm, smoky air of the bar. The was a collective sigh from our audience as I lowered my mouth onto Daisy’s hard dick and sucked it all the way into the back of my throat. She cried out loudly and shuddered, encouraging me to slowly take her dick in and out. I pulled back to where her cockhead was barely between my lips and then went down far enough to swallow it.

“Oh that’s such a good cocksucker,” my mom said. “Mommy is very proud of you and your cousin.”

“Why don’t you both lie down so you can sixty-nine for us?” Aunt Louisa asked.

“Mmmmmm,” Daisy moaned. “Sounds wonderful, cuz. I want to suck your big clitty so much!”

I pulled my mouth off her sissy pole and grinned at her. “Get down here with me then, darling. Let’s show everyone some hot sissy cousin love.”

I peeled off my panties as Daisy lay down on the table next to me, our crotches next to each other’s heads. I propped up on an elbow and she on hers, tilting our hips to feed our erections into parted lips painted whore red with special theater makeup Aunt Louisa said wouldn’t easily suck off.

I again engulfed by cousin’s spit-slick clitty, thrilling and how soft her penile flesh was. I moaned as the hot wet cavern of her mouth closed around my thrumming dick, shuddering as she deep throated me. I knew I was meant to suck cock, but sissy cock most of all. I wanted to suck Daisy’s beautiful dick every day for the rest of my life!

“Fuck me!” Ed gasped. “Lou I gotta hand it to ya and your sister. I know what a pair of freaks you sweet gals are, but turning your own sons into trannies and bringing ‘em down here… makes me glad I lived this long.”

“Ed you’re such a charmer. You haven’t seen shit yet. This is just the appetizer.”

Vaguely wondering what my aunt met but not caring too much, I threw myself into our mutual cocksucking. Daisy’s head and mine bobbed up and down rhythmically, tongues and lips slipping up and down our teenage dicks. A steady flow of her salty precum trickled into my mouth, filling my nostrils with pungent flavor. Her mouth stroked and squeezed my burning tool advancing me toward my orgasm. From Daisy’s growing whimpers I could tell she was getting ready too.

I pulled back. “Mom,” I asked. “Should we cum for everyone?”

“Getting close, baby?”

“Very soon, Mommy.”

“How about you, Daisy?”

“I’ve been holding off cumming for the last couple of minutes.”

“Good girl!” my mom said. “Why don’t you help Pansy onto her back and then you kneel over her chest and jack off into her open mouth. Then she can do the same thing for you.”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“That ‘mommy’ thing is a nice touch,” said Rick, who’d been shooting pool with Ed. “Really makes a point of the family thing.”

As I lay on my back with my painted lips spread in at my cousin who stroked his six-plus inches pointing at my face, I listened with depraved satisfaction as our moms bragged about the… well, I had to admit it was incest, and I was perfectly fine with it.

Rick’s voice got low and conspiratorial. “You gals actually do it with your sons—er, daughters?”

“I fucked my girl Daisy, and Elena fucked Pansy only two hours ago,” Aunt Louisa said. “They loved it too.”

“Damn, Lou!” said one of the poker players. “You and Ellie gotta be the two sexiest, nastiest women alive.”

I could just see our moms grinning at him, taking it as a compliment.

As Daisy wheezed and mewled I opened my mouth knowing she was going to cum. I thought distractedly that Ed, Rick and Charlie the bartender were the only names I had heard, yet all of them seemed to know our moms.

“Cuming, Pansy!”

“Give it to me, cuz!”

Fat, hot drops of sticky white spunk shot all over my lips and tongue. I swallowed and opened my mouth for more. Fifteen seconds later my cousin had finished her cum and crumpled to the green felt, panting. I help lay her out flat and then knelt over her chest. I bent down and kissed Daisy with my cum-sticky lips, telling her it was her turn. Then I got up on my knees and began jacking off toward that beautiful face, a face that looked like a cute, normal teenage boy’s visage only six hours ago.

The ache of orgasm swelled my balls and as the ecstasy of orgasm rocked me. The explosion of pleasure traveled from the root of my dick to the purplish head, I watched with great erotic joy and blobs of my spunk landed all over those teenaged boy’s lips that belonged to my sissy cousin.

The whole room broke into applause.

***

I had only a faint idea what “surreal” meant until my own stepmother cleaned my cousin’s semen off my heavily made up face in that Salton Sea biker bar. Pansy and I were still naked save for garter belt and stockings. She and I sat on the edge of the pool table sipping super strong Margaritas the bartender Charlie brought back to us. I was getting on a very nice buzz and my inhibitions were going out the window. I was ready to fuck Aunt Elena’s pussy or even Mom’s if they wanted me to.

“Mommy, I still can’t believe how much I’m cumming,” I said between sips of my cocktail. “Three times and lots of jizz each time! Pansy too.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been feeding you certain supplements and making you drink lots of water. Plus you’re young and healthy. I bet you can both go at least once more. Maybe twice.”

“Wow! You hear that, Pansy?”

“I did, darling. I hope so!”

“I have a surprise for you girls,” my mom said, opening a bag that Aunt Elena brought back from the car. “You and your cousin just earned these.”

She pulled out a pair of fancy boxes, put one each in our laps and told us to open them. For a moment I forgot to breathe as I looked at a pair of gorgeous, absolutely life-like silicone breasts. Mom had us put on new, bigger bras from the bag while she pulled out a tube of surgical grade glue and began spreading a thin film on the flat back of each breast form where they would adhere to our chests.

Delirious with happiness I watched Mom put one breast on me and then another carefully feeding each into the bra. She said that in fifteen minutes we’d be able to remove the bras and the breasts would stay attached to our skin.

“They’re special and very expensive, a blend of silicone and something else. They will feel like they’re a part of you and every touch on them gets transmitted to your own skin. They’re the next best thing to female hormones and breast implants.”

I grew momentarily dizzy at the thought of turning into an actual shemale. Part of me feared it, and part of me hoped they’d do that to us.

“One thing about this glue,” Mom grinned. “It will stick to you for up to forty-eight hours until we use a special remover. Anyone can grab these tits, smack ‘em, lick and suck on ‘em, and they wont come off, which should come in real handy pretty soon. You sissies want another drink? A little one?”

I was nicely tipsy but I had a feeling it would make even more enjoyable what I hoped our moms had planned next. “I’d like another double shot,” I said. “Pansy too. Right, Pansy?”

My cousin looked as tipsy as me but I knew she could easily down another double.

“I dunno. I guess,” she said.

“We’re gonna go to the bathroom real quick while Charlie gets those drinks. Okay, Mommy?” I asked my stepmom.

“Sure, baby,” she said. “Charlie? Two more double Jose’s for our girls.”

As the two of us sat in adjacent stalls and peed, I told Pansy my suspicion.

“We’re gonna pull a train on all those guys?” she gasped.

“Shhhh. Maybe. Why do you think I got us the shots? Our moms want break down all our inhibitions. For all we know we’re being turned into sex slaves or something, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if you ask me! This morning we were a pair of boring middle class boys who would end up like almost every other guy—hardly getting any sex other than beating off, afraid of our own fantasies.”

“Maybe.”

“Look, all I know is that when I found that tranny porn it was like I found what I was missing from my life. I love my stepmom—my mom—all the way. I trust her and I love her, and if she wants something I’m going to try it.”

Pansy’s toilet flushed and she came into my stall. “Yeah, I feel that way about my mom too. I guess I shouldn’t be such a wuss. Huh?”

I milked out and shook a few drops of pee from my dick and flushed. I stood and kissed Pansy.

“That’s right, baby. Let’s just trust our moms and enjoy what happens without feeling bad about it.”

“Okay,” she said. She took my hand and we left the bathroom together. The tequila was waiting for us.

Ten minutes later we were happily drunk but still very aware of everything. Mom and Aunt Elena took the bras off us. Pansy was as thrilled as I with the big, realistic breasts hanging from out chests. Mom said it was now time to put our new tits—and us—to the test. I asked what she meant but I already knew. My mom nodded to a poker player, Kurt, a blonde Viking type who was built like a football stud. He had set up a pair of heavy cocktail tables two feet away from the pool table where she and Aunt Elena were now sitting.

“Bend over the tables, girls,” Mom said. She tossed tubes of KY Jelly to Ed and Kurt. “They’re all yours, men.”

My cousin and I spread our barefoot legs and bent over, bracing ourselves with our hands on the tables. Our new tits hung from our chests with exciting weight. I gave Pansy a reassuring wink and then I looked at Mom and Aunt Elena, sitting on the edge of the pool table two feet from us. I sighed at a thick, manly finger generously coating my anus with lube. It easily slipped up my asshole, now that I knew the trick for loosening it up.

“So your gal here has never had a real dick before?” Ed asked from behind me.

“As far as I know I took her anal virginity this morning but the rest is all for you.”

“I need to be extra gentle?”

“I had on a nine-incher, at least an inch and a half in girth, and she was moaning for more. I’d say warm her up a little and then go to town,” Mom told him.

“Same for my sissy,” said Elena. “They’re a couple of little cock lovers at heart.”

I looked at Pansy and grinned, blew her a kiss. I looked over my shoulder at Ed. “Mmmmm. Give me your hard dick, Ed,” I cooed.

He touched the tip of his slippery cock to my squirming butthole. It felt as big as Mom’s dildo.

“Call me ‘Daddy,’” he chuckled and slowly pushed his cock in.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, Daaaaaady!” I moaned. “Oh, I love your big, hard cock! Fuck me so good with your big biker cock!”

Inch by inch he pushed his dick all the way into me until the cushion of my sweet buttcheeks rested firmly against his hips. It was kind of like my mom’s dildo in how big it was and how it filled me up but it was so much smoother. Ed wrapped his hands around my waist and stayed there just like that, his throbbing meat buried in me to the hilt. I could feel its heat, feel it pulsing deep in my sissy ass—a big, hard, living dick belonging to a sexy, rugged he-man who totally had the hots for me.

“Never had a real one in you before, have you?” he said in a studly but kind voice.

“No sir.” I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes smoky with desire.

“Do you like it, honey?”

“Oh, please,” I breathed. “Please kiss me. Kiss me and fuck me good!”

I felt his hot breath on my parted lips. I tasted tequila as I sucked his tongue into my mouth, kissing him like he was my long lost boyfriend. With Ed’s cock all the way up inside me and his tongue thrusting in my mouth, I could never have imagined feeling so much like a girl as I did right then.

I moaned helplessly as I licked his tongue and sucked on it, praying he’d start fucking me good. My sudden lust must have triggered his, because Ed began to jackhammer deep up my ass. Fortunately my mom had fucked me long and hard this morning, so I was ready for it. I was more than ready; I never wanted anything as much as I want his dick fucking my sissyhole!

Ed grabbed my new breasts, which had been swaying back and forth in rhythm to his passionate thrusts. When he took my lifelike silicone jugs and squeeze them, I felt the sensation transfer to my own chest and nipples, enflaming me even more. I cried out into his mouth as he held my breasts like handles, controlling me with them.

My cock jutted out almost painfully hard, aflame with the feeling of my asshole getting pounded by my biker lover, of my mouth getting raped by his tongue. Panting with excitement my breath exploded out of my nostrils because I didn’t want to break my kiss with Ed. I was so lost in pleasure I was barely aware of my surroundings, save for the sounds of Pansy getting fucked just as hard by Kurt. A jumble of moans, gasps and lusty profanity tumbled from her sissy lips.

I was so into Ed’s beastly humping and kissing I hadn’t noticed that one of the bikers who’d been sitting at the bar had gotten between my legs until I felt steamy breath on my shuddering boner. I could tell it was one of the younger bikers, a guy with long hair maybe a few years older than me but way more masculine. Yet being a real stud didn’t stop him from opening wide and taking my swollen clitty deep into his throat. I had loved Pansy’s mouth but this guy sucked me like a pro.

I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the chorus of pleasure all over my body. Ed’s hands squeezed my breastforms as he used them to hold onto me. His tongue was locked in a dance with mine, the flavor of tequila and tobacco in his mouth. My cock was deep in the throat of the young biker whose mouth worked up and down in ways I so badly I wanted to learn so I could suck expert cock too.

Mostly I was in love with being impaled on Ed’s horse cock filling up my rectal canal like a sissy cunt, the delicious dirty feeling of penile flesh sliding in and out of my tight asshole and plowing deep inside me. I panted harder and harder. I pulled my mouth from Ed’s, gasping for breath.

“Oh, Daddy, I love you,” I moaned. “I love your dick fucking my sissy hole! Fuck me like the little bitch I am!”

“You’re so sexy,” he grunted as he thrust into me again and a gain. “Such a hot sexy girl with such a tight pussy. Daddy’s gonna fuck you real good!”

Ed lowered his mouth to the other side of her neck from where Mom left a hickey. He sucked and chewed at my neck, causing yummy gooseflesh to rise all over my body. I had never known such pleasure was possible. From the sounds right next to me, Pansy had it just as good. Our moms were getting the show of their lives.

I looked up and saw Mom and Aunt Elena smiling as they looked at us. They were holding hands, their eyes were bright with desire, and their parted lips showed how excited they were. I blew a kiss at them.They smiled at my happiness. Then I closed my eyes again and gave myself over to the erotic overload. I panted and moaned and whined, loving every second of this.

Probably because I’d already cum a few times earlier today I found myself adrift in a tactile cocoon of sex that wasn’t about to be broken by orgasm any time soon. I let myself float as if in a warm pool on a hot, lazy afternoon, vaguely aware of the feminine whimpering that was beginning to grow louder nearby.

Ed’s mouth pulled off my tingling neck. “Whoa! Look at your mom and aunt,” he said. “Just like the old days.”

I opened my eyes and couldn’t help gasping aloud.

Mom and Aunt Elena had scooted to the center of the pool table, sitting hip to hip with their legs spread wide and their knees in the air. Their bare feet were braced on the table rails. Mom’s left leg was draped over her sister’s right leg, sitting them as closely together as possible. Their panties sat on the table and their juicy pussy lips gaped. Mom’s finger pushed up inside Aunt Elena while my aunt stroked my mom’s vulva and clit. The MILF sisters were locked in a deep French kiss.

They had messed around little bit back home but I had told myself they did it as an act to convince us to surrender to incestuous sex. Now I could see it hadn’t been just for show. Mom and Aunt Elena were lovers.

“Pansy!” I hissed. “Look!”

She gasped. “Mom!”

The hot sisters broke their kiss and turned to smile at us, still masturbating their pussies with no trace of shame. They looked directly into our eyes with as much lust as amusement. I was as troubled as I was amazed that I couldn’t take my eyes off my stepmom’s pussy. I blushed when she caught me staring, and she smiled even wider.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Aunt Elena asked my cousin.

“You’re sisters!” Pansy blurted. “It’s incest!”

“So?” her mom asked matter-of-factly. “You’ve been having sex with your cousin since even before this visit haven’t you?” Then she grinned widely. “And you came really hard when I fucked you with a strap-on today, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but…”

“God, I’d loved to have seen that,” Ed murmured, still fucking my ass.

“Me too,” Kurt agreed, slow-fucking my cousin and stroking her asscheeks.

“Pansy, I really don’t understand you,” my mom threw in. “You and my son have been jerking each other off, looking at tranny porn, and now you’re here in a biker bar in public, dressed like a sexy slut, getting fucked up the ass by a biker and loving it… and now you’re going all ‘family values’ on us? Puh-lease.”

I had to admit my mom had a convincing way about her. No wonder she was a CEO. My mind turned back to her beautiful pussy again. What the hell, why not fantasize about it? It wasn’t like she gave birth to me through it or anything.

Yeah, but she’s been a mom to you all this time and you love her like a mom…

I told the prissy little voice to shut up.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Aunt Elena told us. “So just trust whatever we tell you and be happy. A couple of boys—sissies—your age should be thrilled at this big adventure. Some guys never get this much sex in their lives.”

“I… I guess,” Pansy said.

I could tell she was being worn down as much by our moms’ logic as the cock fucking her ass and her boner in another biker’s mouth. Maybe it wasn’t the kind of sex a lot of guys dream of, but then we weren’t most guys. We were a couple of sissies who had been busted out of our closet by a pair of wise and understanding moms who just happened to be kinky beyond imagination.

Aunt Elena looked at my mom. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“Definitely.” Mom said. “Ed. Kurt. Bring our little sluts over here.”

She and Aunt Elena both reclined back, propped up on their hands, their legs still intertwined and spread wide open. They grinned at each other.

The biker sucking my sissy cock pulled off, and an instant later Ed wrapped his hands tightly around my waist and lifted my feet off the floor. Two of the other bikers stepped in and pulled the cocktail tables away. With Ed’s arms holding me up and still fucking me, I looked over an my mom and my aunt still masturbating each other and grinning back at me.

Ed’s pulsing dick still buried all the way up my ass, he carried me to the pool table and set my feet down still spread—right in front of my mom’s parted legs. Her pussy was wide open and glistening… ready to be licked. Her right forefinger traced tiny circles on her clit.

My mom—stepmom, damn it!—looked deep into my eyes. “What do you want, baby? What do you really want?”

A strong, tingling flush covered me from head to toe as I admitted to myself that even if she were my real mom, I wouldn’t be able to help myself at this moment… especially not with Ed’s nine inches sliding in and out of my asshole. My lower lip quivered and tears of hot joy filled my eyes.

“You, Mommy,” I confessed in a loud, clear voice. “I want you. I want to lick your cunt and make you cum. I want… I want everything with you!”

A tear leaked from my mom’s right eye and her mouth crumpled into a wistful but grateful smile.

“Me too, baby. Me too. Lick Mommy’s juicy cunt, baby.”

I bent forward, my hands braced on either side of my mom’s luscious ass, and lowered my mouth toward that pink dripping gash of mystery. Until today I’d never seen a woman’s pussy in real life, certainly never tasted one. I briefly studied it from up close: a trim, thin patch of pubes grew above a notch between plump twin major labia that went between her legs to her shapely ass. Between these sweaty, hairless lips was a thin, delicate envelope of pink flesh coming to a peak where her clit was and tapering down to a small hole where I knew her vagina was. I could have stared at it for an hour but I had to taste it.

“Don’t be afraid, baby,” Mom said, mistaking my hesitation.

“No, I’m not afraid, Mom. It just looks so beautiful, like the rest of you. I can’t take my eyes off your beautiful pussy!”

“Oh, Daisy I’m so happy you’re finally my daughter,” she sighed.

I lowered my tongue onto my mom’s horny gash and began licking from her hard clit to her sweet asshole and back again, savoring the bittersweet flavor of my mom’s dripping cunt and wanting never to lift my face from her.

As I ate Mom’s pussy, Ed kept fucking my asshole, and I felt the biker’s mouth engulf my sissy clit one more time. The way I felt I’d be pumping cum into his mouth very soon. I also knew that as long as I could lick my mother’s twat like this, every guy in this bar could fuck my ass twice and I wouldn’t object.

I was exactly where I belonged, between Mommy’s thighs.

Can you even handle a Part 5 after that?