The Girl On The Video - S01 E16

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

Jesse gazed down into Brenda's eyes, but Brenda glared back up. I could see in the video that Brenda sensed something wasn't going as planned, but she wasn't ready to call a stop to it. After all, wimping out on a bondage show when your entire audience was looking for abuse wasn't going to help grow her fan base. So she stared angrily back up at Jesse, but didn't say anything.

My mother moved to stand in front of Jesse, and she embraced her daughter. The two of them kissed, pressing their breasts together. Our mother running her hands up Jesse's ass, down her chest, and leaned down to suck at her daughter's breasts greedily. Brenda, just inches away, watched jealously as my mother sucked my sister's nipples and gently squeezed my sister's mountainous breasts. Jesse moaned, and Brenda echoed that moan as she watched my mother work on Jesse's chest.

On the camshow, the audience was eating it up.

My mother pulled back then pushed Jesse into a chair in the corner of the room, and tuned to the camera.

"Now watch me eat out my little girl's pussy," she said.

Slipping her tongue down her daughter's stomach to the tidy landing strip above her snatch, our mother planted her lips on her daughter's clitoris. Jesse closed her eyes and moaned again, learning her head back and surrendering to the experience as our mother slipped one finger, then two, into her slit and licked her labia and clit. She pushed her fingers in deep, finding that special spot and tickling it with her finger tips. Jesse moaned and an orgasm coursed over her body. My mother didn't stop but continued to work over Jesse's now-drenched cunt.

Brenda was practically panting as she watched. She leaned forward and tried to push her tongue into our mother's ear, but Jesse opened her eyes and spotted her in time. Jesse lifted her leg and kicked her in the side of the head with her stiletto boot heel. It wasn't a hard kick, but it was enough to hurt a little, and Brenda retreated again with a snarl that looked pretty real, not played for the camera.

In the chat room on the webcam show, the audience was totally into it, both the abuse and the incest. The awards were rolling in and the room was over 500 viewers - including men and women. Several audience members had their cams on and were jerking or stroking. The side screen was full of audience wet slits and hard cocks. This was turning into quite a show.

My mother, meanwhile, was still working over my sister's pussy mercilessly. Jesse had her legs on our mother's shoulders and had her eyes closed. She was holding the chair in a death grip as an orgasm washed over her, and a fresh load of her juices washed over our mother's face.

Our mother pulled back, her chin dripping with her daughter's cunt juice, and turned to Brenda, pursing her lips as if she was going to give her a kiss, but when Brenda leaned forward she instead received another punishing slap. Her cheek had gone from being pinkish red to being fire-engine red inflamed and several welts had erupted along the cheekbone and the jawline.

"You bitch," she murmured, glaring darts at my mother and Jesse. "You fucking whore."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," my mom said, and hit her again.

Jesse was still sitting in the chair, smiling, slowly stroking her slit. My mother turned to the camera.

"Send out our next guest," she said. "The office gimp."

That was my cue. I pulled on my mask and stepped into the room.

Brenda looked at me and her eyes brightened. She had no idea who I was, and I think she thought I was going to fuck her while Jesse and my mom continued their makeout session. She was wrong.

My mother, her face still dripping my sister's cunt juice, reached down and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and freeing my cock that had risen while watching the show on the computer. She leaned down on her knees in front of me and immediately took my cock into her mouth, sucking it all the way down her throat on the first stroke. I moaned and looked down at Brenda, who was watching intently as my mother deepthroated my meat, then pulled back, streamers of throat goop cascading down her breasts, past her pierced nipples, and over her leather dom outfit.

My mother pushed my hard, purple, pulsating cock towards Brenda, hovering the gaping tip in front of her mouth. Brenda hesitated, then shook her head.

"Not falling for that shit," she said, then spit on my cock that was just a couple inches from her face.

"You don't want his cock?" my mother asked.