Hubby's CuckQueen Pt2

Ian was grabbing the sheets as me and Carrie grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off. Mom was looking on, making sure we had the right skills while also making sure that our brother didn’t blow his load too early. We had after all been seducing him all weekend. Sure, we had done it separately but this was to be the final thing. Mom had the idea when she had discovered that he had dirty fantasies about us three. Mom had read out loud some of the things he had written for us and I would lie if I said I hadn’t been turned on. It was fun knowing he had such feelings for us.

He was the middle child, the only male in the family since dad had died. Mom had kept a steady stream of lovers but never settled for anyone. Carrie, the oldest in the family, had a boyfriend but when she heard of Ians thoughts and fantasies she said that she didn’t consider it cheating. And then there were me. I was the youngest and hadn’t really found any interesting boy except some one-night stands. I was shy and had trouble meeting boys. But when I read what he had written about me it felt like someone had turned on a flashlight. I became sure of what I wanted and when mom presented her plan I never hesitated. Not a bit.

The first one to take him was Carrie. She had hid a webcam among the flowers in the window of her bedroom and me and mom had been in my room, watching. She had invited him over for some help with her computer. The only thing we could see after she dropped her panties in front of him as he stood kneeling was his face buried between her legs as she stood there, as they were laying on the bed, as she rode him until he came and she had her third or fourth orgasm. Mom had to masturbate on my bed but I felt I wanted to watch it all. It was fascinating, the things you could do with a guy when  you were horny. I couldn’t wait for my turn.

The next one was on mom, as she was the oldest and she really didn’t want me to come after my sister. “You’ll only compare each other” she said, always the kind one (even if I think I knew why she wanted to be second). As the first time, we hid a webcam in her bedroom, a very large kingsized bed dominating the room. The only thing Carrie and me saw was his back as our mother made sure we couldn’t see the front of him. All we could see was his back, arching, as she sucked him dry and fucked him so hard we could hear him groan and scream down the hallway. None of us was really sure if he would survive the night but he did. Mom even made him breakfast which never happens usually.

And then it was the last one, me. I was nervous but coming last was very reassuring. I could never triumph over my sister and my mom but I could learn from their mistakes. I had noticed everything they had done and I sort of knew what he liked, the way he liked to be touched. Being much younger than him (and about a foot shorter too) I was bound to not be as threatening as both Carrie or mom. He was also a bit more curious about my motives for wanting to sleep with him. I told him I loved him (which I did) and that I wanted to lose my virginity to him (which I wasn’t going to. I might be young but I’m not too pure). It was the best night of my life. We fucked from the moment we slipped into bed until we left the bed the next morning. Mom and Carrie was a bit envious at the closeness at the breakfast table but they didn’t care. They had already the last part of the plan ready to go.

As I told you before, Ian was grabbing the sheets as we were masturbating him. You would have thought that he would be totally dry after a weekend with us three but he still packed a load. His balls was as heavy as ever and even with Carrie and my hands working on him he kept his cool. Mom took his balls in her hand and gently squeezed it, which made him groan and look down on us. “What do you say after this weekend, Ian?” Her voice sounded mad but happy at the same time. She was a difficult woman to understand sometimes. “T-thank you, ladies.” He smirked and mom smiled, gently rolling his balls between her fingers. He started to moan, falling back down on the bed.