The Girl On The Video - S01 E11

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

when we are playing for the camera, she is still in control and ***** the interaction. This time, we will be in control, and before we fuck her into submission, we tell her entire audience what she did. Then when we humiliate her without her control - it will really sink in. She'll hate it."

"So what happens to her show when we're done?" I asked. "She can't run a camshow from prison."

My mother winked. "I have some ideas, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"So, now that's settled," Megan said, "Let's do something fun. It's still early."

"How about a dip in the pool," my mother said.

I don't think anyone but you has a suit here," I said.

I can lend suits to Megan and Jesse, my mother said. "You'll just have to watch from the sides until 12:30,"

"What happens at 12:30?"

"The pool closes."

"So they kick us out?"

"It's my hotel our hotel now. They can't kick us out, we can kick everyone else out," she said, winking. "Wait here. Us girls will be back in a jiffy."

She took Jesse's arm in one hand, Megan's arm in the other, and slowly walked back towards the elevator. She had managed to hike her skirt up slightly so the bottom of her cheeks were visible and her thick labia below. Every male eyeball in the place watched the three of them as they made their way to the elevator.

I took a napkin and cleaned my semen off the seat where my mother had been sitting - bare-assed and tapped an uncomfortable riff on the table. I couldn't deny it, I was nervous that the girls would do something that could drag me into trouble.

They didn't waste any time. Ten minutes later the elevator doors opened and they emerged. I gulped.

My mother wore a thin blue bikini top that strained to hold in her bountiful bust, her nipples poking against the fabric, and a gray thong that similarly struggled to contain her lobes. My sister, who had a body shape similar to my mom's, fit neatly into a similar green bikini and thong combo. Megan, who was much smaller and lithe, had to make due with a narrow V-shaped one-piece that had a thong in the back and a deep plunge in the front. Megan's swimsuit was clearly designed for a much more curvier body and threatened to gap from just about any angle you looked.

My mother waved me over and led the way to the pool. It was getting late but there were still a few night owls hanging around. Two college aged girls roughhoused in the water, and a young couple lounged at the far end. My mother pressed her chest against mine, gave me a kiss, and stroked my cock through my slacks.

"Sorry" she said. "You have to wait until closing. You can just watch us have fun."

With that she hopped into the pool. Megan came over, did the same press-kiss-stroke thing and followed my mother into the pool, She swam over to my mother and embraced her, the two sharing a kiss, before my mother playfully pushed her back and splashed her.

Jesse turned to me, pressed her body against me for a moment, and kissed me. She held the kiss for a long time, rubbing my cock through my slacks with her thigh. Then she followed my mother and Megan into the pool, where they had a splash fight.

I looked up at the clock, it read 12:10. I moved to a lounge and lay back, lifting one leg up to hide my growing erection. The teenagers weren't paying much attention and the couple were pretty much engrossed in each other. I was grateful for that and I seriously hoped to get out of this situation without any embarrassment. The next twenty minutes were going to be torture.

After about five minutes of splashing each other and chatting, my mother moved to my side of the pool and Megan and Jesse followed.

"Fifteen minutes to go until closing," my mother sald, winking. She glanced around to make sure nobody was watching and pulled one side of her bikini top back, pulling her right breast free. She pulled it up to her lips and sucked for a moment.

"Jesus, mom," murmured. Jesse came up beside her and leaned over, pulling my mother's mouth to hers for a kiss, then leaned down and sucked at our mother's bare breast. Megan slipped in beside her, shielding them from the other swimmers, then bent down and had a turn at my mother's bared breast, running her tongue around the aureole and sucking the nipple. Meanwhile her hands were all over Jesse's body.

"You guys are going to get me in trouble," I whispered, leaning forward put trying not to make my erection obvious. "If someone busts us, my parole officer will shit. I might go to jail - and not juvie this time."

I looked up at the clock. It read 12:21. Nine more minutes to closing.

"Relax" my mother said. "Everything will be fine." She pulled her bikini top back up and slipped back into the middle pool. Jesse followed her, but Megan climbed out of the water and approached me, sitting on the lounge next to my legs. The too-large swimsuit gapped liberally, showing her pert, tight breasts.

"Hey, you're wet," I said.

"Yes, I'm really really wet," she said, smiling. She leaned over and pressed her body against the leg of my slacks, then rung her hair out over my crotch. She soaked my slacks through, pasting them to my leg, making my burgeoning erection stand out.

I looked over at the clock. 12:24. Six minutes to closing.

Megan ran her hand slowly up the inside of my now-soaked thigh, slowly stroking my meat through my drenched slacks. Any chance I had to losing the erection disappeared. I looked over at the pool My mother and Jesse were in the near corner. Their faces were inches apart, their bodies pressed together. I couldn't see for sure because of the water angle, but was pretty sure our mother's hand was between Jesse's thighs.

Jesse leaned in and kissed our mother.

Suddenly one of the college girls noticed what my mother and Jesse were doing. She tapped her friend and they both started watching. I cursed. This wasn't going to end well.

By this point, my sister and my mother were fully engaged in a girl- on-girl kiss. Their breasts were pressed together and my sister's legs were wrapped around our mother's hips. She wasn't grinding yet, but I was sure that would follow shortly.

The clock read 12:26. This last four minutes couldn't go fast enough. Megan knelt on the lounge and straddled me, leaning down and kissing me, pressing her almost-bare breasts against my chest. She started unbuttoning my shirt "Look, wait, I can't..." I protested.

"A guy can't get in trouble for not wearing a shirt in a pool, relax," Megan said.

"But I can if the girl taking it off me is almost out of her top and straddling my boner."

Megan unhooked the last button and pushed my shirt open, pressing her chest against mine and planting a kiss against my lips. She pushed her hips down so her vulva was against my cock.

When Megan came up for air, I looked at the clock. 12:29. One minute. Just one minute.

It flipped to 12:30. I gently pushed Megan's lips back from mine.

"That's it!" I hollered. "12:30! Everybody out!"

The couple who had been in the corner climbed out of the pool and left quietly. The two college girls who had been watching my mother and Jesse go at it, were more reluctant to leave.

"Hey," I called. "Out!"

They hesitated. My mother noticed then watching and pulled away from my sister.

"You guys want to watch?" she asked, an evil smile on her lips.

The two girls glanced at each other, then nodded.

"The pool's closed, but if you want to stay and watch, there are two rules.

"What are they?" the blonde girl asked.

The evil smile on my mother's face got wider.

"First, you have to strip. And second..." she trailed off.

"And?" the blonde girl prompted.

"You have to get busy with your friend."

"She's my sister, you pervert," the girl said.

"So what?" my mother said. "This is my daughter that I'm making out with, and that's my son over there. My ass is already full of his semen, I'm angling for him to do it again before the night's out. You want to watch, you got to pay. If not, pool's closed."