September's Catalysts

The object's identity was discovered when Christine pulled Wendy next to Rodney, asking her to dance with him while she went to the bathroom. Rodney turned her around, Wendy instinctive gyrating her butt against his crotch. The moment she felt his large erection slid across her butt cheeks, she nearly went weak in the knees, thinking that maybe, just maybe she'd have another wild weekend. The continuous consumption of alcohol further debilitated her judgment.

When a sober Rodney drove to two ladies back to Christine's apartment, Wendy knew she was getting fucked, and in her drunken state, she wanted it more than anything.

It was a blurry, slow-motion, sweaty exchange. Wendy recalled bits and pieces, flashes of images, but nothing really concrete. Rodney's huge body over hers, slamming himself into her repeatedly, Christine walking around, nude, toward the kitchen to refill her wine glass, Rodney pulling Wendy up, bending her over the couch. Then, right before she passed out, she recalled an image of a naked Rodney making his way toward a grinning Christine. She put her wine glass down and went to her knees, presumably to clean Rodney's cock.

Wendy woke the next morning, once again nude, in Christine's bed. She had a large hand resting on one of her breasts. Rodney was spooning her, snoring lightly. Sitting up, she yawned, the headache causing her to wince in pain. She looked over to see Christine on the other side of Rodney. She had no memory after she passed out on the couch. If they had a threeway, it was a lost detail.

Letting the hot shower water trail down her chest and drip off her nipples, Wendy thought about the previous week and night, unable to ignore a feeling she had never felt before this month; she felt dirty and she liked it. Maybe she had a threeway with Christine and Rodney, maybe, she thought while sliding her hand down her tummy and to her engorged clit, she and Christine pleasured Rodney together. Wendy began rubbing her clit faster as she imagined her and Christine's tongue swirling around his cockhead.

Her headache started to wash away under the water. "Well, you know incest is a lot more common than we might think," she replayed Dr. Decker's words in her head once more, feeling the orgasm building, while picturing her and Christine's tongue's flicking against the other, then picturing Christine's face slowly morph into her sister's Michelle's. The cock no longer being black and belonging to Rodney's but Wade's.

"Whoa, ok that's enough," Wendy stopped herself, "get it together." The thoughts of a naughty mom and aunt servicing a young cock, a cock belonging to their relative no less, sent her nearly over the edge in a self induced orgasm.

When she exited the shower, Rodney had left and Christine was getting dressed. They made small talk, stating they may see each other again before Wendy headed to Tampa Bay to visit her other sister next week.

Christine dropped Wendy off at Michelle's house. Luckily her creepy husband, Bill, wasn't there. Wendy changed clothes, re-did her makeup, and drove off in her rental car to meet her college friend, Denise, for lunch.

Ulysses

The two old friends sat at lunch catching up. Wendy couldn't help but notice Denise look somewhat haggard and depressed. She had been through a nasty divorce recently, but that wasn't what seemed to bother her.

"So how is your son these days?" Wendy asked, a brief image of Darren's mother straddling him flashing in her head.

Denise sighed, shaking her head, "I'm not sure."

"Is something wrong?" Wendy asked.

"I just, I don't know, he's seeing this girl and, we were so close before that," Denise explained, clearly flustered.

Wendy, reaching across the table, gently placed her hand on her friend's, "You two were really close?"

"Yeah, very much so; sometimes, I think I'd rather date him than some other guy," Denise stated, casually chuckling, attempting to make her comment seem like a joke.

Wendy imagined her own son, wondering if he had a girlfriend at college, thinking that he'd probably make a good boyfriend to some lucky girl.

Clearing her mind before it went to inappropriate places; she asked Denise if she was seeing someone as well.

"No, I mean sort of, not really. There's a guy I met back in June. We, uh," Denise cleared her throat, "hung out that night, if you know what I mean."

Wendy knew exactly what she was implying. "He was in town last weekend and stayed with me for Labor Day. He said he'd back this weekend too, but I have to work tonight," Denise explained.

"So," she continued, offering a sneaky little smile to Wendy, "Since your sister is away, why don't you two hang out instead? It'd take some guilt off me for not being able to spend time with him while he's in town."

"Another chance at sex," was the first thought that went through Wendy's head. "Uh, sure I suppose, maybe we could do dinner or something," She told Denise.

"I think you two would have fun. He's a gentleman. He's also gorgeous - if you're into fitness models. He flies in from Atlanta to do shoots. Maybe he knows your sister," Denise shrugged.

"If that sister of mine wasn't busy, her, me, and him could have a threeway," Wendy thought to herself, again admonishing her perverse thoughts. She finished her lunch while Denise called her friend explaining the situation.

"He said his schedule is wide open because his shoot got delayed until tomorrow. He offered to meet you for dinner tonight," Denise explained.

"Yeah that'd be great," Wendy replied. Denise ended the call and the two friends spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and talking. Wendy couldn't help but observe the way Denise talked about her son. It was as though she longed for him or wanted him for herself. Denise was in her late 30's and unbelievably gorgeous, with long brown hair, and a perfect hour glass figure. Wendy wondered if Denise's son ever looked at her in a sexual manner, which of course, led to Wendy wondering if her own son looked upon her in that way. Obviously Darren and his mother looked at each other like that. Wendy chastised herself again for these perverse thoughts.

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Ulysses was quite amazing in every way. He looked amazing, with his dark-chocolate, perfectly toned musculature, his personality was amazing in its very gentlemanly, polite, caring way, and later in the evening Wendy discovered love-making was amazing as well.

They met for dinner at a fairly upscale restaurant. Denise had given him Wendy's phone number so they could chat about when and where. He told her he'd be waiting outside and would be wearing dark pants with a tucked in blue dress shirt. He told her he was black and had a ponytail.

As they chatted throughout dinner, about work, family, interests, Wendy knew she would try to have sex again tonight, thus creating another anomaly of intercourse, satisfying her increased libido.

That evening it seemed this was to be destiny anyway. After dinner he took her to a night club. A six foot tall, Puerto Rican woman, with legs for miles and perfect round breasts approached Ulysses. They knew each other. She introduced herself to Wendy as Fernanda. Fernanda wasn't alone, Christine was with her. All three of them knew each other and began talking, making Wendy feel like an outsider, but not for the entire night.

After they all danced several times, Ulysses gently grabbed Wendy's hand and led her out of the crowd, "Let's get out of here," he said. "I think the two of them want to be alone, plus, you're here. I'd rather spent time with you."

Wendy looked back over her shoulder and could see the two women grabbing each other's faces, kissing her hungrily, through the strobe lights.

The ride back to the parking lot of the restaurant was fairly quiet. Wendy thought two weekends in a row with sex on both Friday and Saturday wasn't going to happen after all. She thought the dry spell may return and accepted that.

However, Ulysses wasn't going to let that happen, gently placing his hand on hers in the passenger seat of his rental care he asked if she was ready to go home.

"No, not really, the night is still kind of young," Wendy replied.

"Please don't think poorly of me," Ulysses said, reaching to caress her face, slowly sliding his fingers down the top of her immense cleavage. "Would you care to join me at my hotel room?"

**********

Wendy lost count of how many orgasms she had with Ulysses. On top of him, laying under him, bent over for him, she moaned, rode, sucked, and ground on his cock until close to dawn. They didn't just have sex; they made love, making love as if two strangers were destined to come together as one for one night only.

As the sun rose, they had been talking for about an hour, Wendy's hand trailing up and down his perfectly toned body, his hand going up and down her back, occasionally dipping into her buttcrack. He told her he was in love with a married woman, but didn't want to cause problems between them, so he didn't pursue her. He apologized to Wendy for moving so fast after meeting her for the first time, stating that Wendy reminded him of this woman in some ways. Wendy didn't mind one bit, still in awe of her interesting sexual luck.

Ulysses told her the woman he was in love with was named Michelle. Wendy's curiosity got the best of her, putting two and two together, she asked if Michelle was a fitness model as well and she described her features, along with other general information.

"That's my sister, Ulysses," Wendy informed him. She watched him shake his head and frown. She could tell how much he longed for her. When he tried to speak, Wendy shushed him, climbing back on top of him, offering him a breast. Sucking hungrily, he became hard again; Wendy guided him back inside, giving herself to him once more.

Afterward they continued talking as the sky got lighter. "So do you have a stable of women back in Atlanta that you sleep with?" Wendy asked, poking his sides to let him know she was joking.

"Yeah," Ulysses said.

"Wait you're serious?" Wendy ask, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Mhmm, my step-mother and her sisters," Ulysses replied, matter-of-factly. Wendy's jaw dropped.

"Really?!" She asked in disbelief.

"Yep, since I was 15. They have been 'servicing' me, as they call it, ever since." Ulysses explained.

Wendy was in shock. Dr. Decker's words again ran through her mind. "How long have you known your step-mother?"

"Since I was 11. It just sorta happened, I was always attractive to her and well, it just happened." He explained.

"And her sisters? Your step-aunts?"

"Yep, them too. Over the course of three years they started joining in and helping out. It sounds weird but they aren't biological relatives. So it was no biggie to us. They try to set me up with other women too, hoping I can get over Michelle and move on."

Wendy just sat there, looking at Ulysses, with a goofy smile on her face. If she hadn't witnessed incest she would've left right there. Watching Darren's mother, Denise's obvious issues with her son, and now Ulysses confessing to a woman he'd never see again that he and his step-mother and step-aunts sleep together, kept her right there next to him in bed. He told her about how sometimes it'd be two, three, or four of them all in bed, kissing, licking, and taking turns riding him like it was a typical weekend event. The chatted about it until the sun was shining on them, capping off their conversation with one final love-making session; Ulysses slowly, tenderly pumping his cock in and out of her.

A couple days later Wendy traveled to Tampa Bay to stay with her other sister, Aline, for the remainder of her trip.

Tony

"How long have you two been having sex with your step-father?" Wendy sat at a small table in her sister's apartment, nude, with two fraternal 18 year old twin girls, who were also nude.

"Um," Rena glanced at Jada, "well."

"You'd rather not say, I understand," Wendy stated, going into counselor mode.

"It's been a few years," Jada admitted.

Their step-father, Tony, was a 53 year old, black, body builder. He was also married and occasionally sleeping with Wendy's sister, Aline, that is when he wasn't pounding his step-daughters white little pussies into submission.

They turned to watch Tony mercilessly pump his cock in and out of Aline on the couch. She was on all fours with Tony behind her.

"You don't mind that he's doing that with another woman?" Wendy asked the girls.

"Nope, we're cool with it." Rena answered.

"I think it's because the other women he plays with know that they get us in a package deal. Whoever he's with, we'll most likely be there too," Jada explained.

"Does your mother know about it?" Wendy asked, glancing over to her sister as she cried out again. What a wild, blurry, alcohol-filled few days it had been in Tampa Bay.

"Nope she doesn't know," Rena answered.

"She'd probably kill us if she found out," Jada said.

Wendy smiled and nodded. She was utterly fascinated by this. "Did you think it was weird at first?"

Aline moaned again in the background, ten feet away on the couch. "Yeah a little, but," the twins looked at each other and smiled, "we couldn't say no."

Wendy gave an empathetic chuckle. "What about you two? Have you ever done stuff with each other?" Wendy asked, her incestuous curiosity climbing.

The twins looked at each other once more and giggled, giving Wendy their answer in the process. "We have just to kind of help each other when Tony isn't around or busy," Rena explained.

"It's no big deal, it helps take the edge off," Jada added.

"I bet it's a lot of weight to carry on your shoulder to keep this hidden from your mom," Wendy said.

"Yeah it can be; there's a lot of sneaking around. Especially if he takes us with him somewhere, like here at Aline's," Jada admitted.

They turned to watch Tony pull out of Aline, jack his cock a few times, and then spray semen all over her back. He sighed, turning to his step-daughters, gesturing them to follow him into the shower to wash off. Aline winked at Wendy and joined the three of them, leaving Wendy alone.

When they arrived earlier in the day, Wendy watched them slide their bulbous little bubble butts up and down Tony's massive, long, rod. A girl on each side of him, everyone in the room could tell these girls knew what they were doing, and have been doing it for quite some time. They worshiped their step-daddy.

Wendy took another shot of vodka her sister brought her while they watched the twins. Aline was nude at that point, her body similar to Michelle's though not quite as muscular, and had been pretty much ever since Wendy arrived a few nights prior. After some sisterly talks about how Wendy was feeling dirty, slutty, and very naughty as of late, Aline called Tony requesting his dick for her and Wendy to feast upon. When their tongue occasionally met while they licked his cock, Wendy couldn't help but think of experimenting with incest, thought she never got the courage to ask Aline about it.

A couple nights later he was back again with his twin girls. They loved him so very much. The rest of that evening, Wendy, Aline, and the twins took turns riding Tony to orgasm. Wendy never felt so slutty, she never felt so good, she never felt so alive. Her black-haired, dark tanned, Venezuelan goddess of a sister commanded Tony's cock like it was a part of her. In her drunken state, not caring if her older sister Wendy saw her in action, she guided that massive meat into her anus, with Tony plunging it as deep as he could. Rubbing herself to orgasm will his cock was embedded in her, Wendy took another shot of Vodka, knowing she was next. The twins cleaned his member for his next anal victim.

Wendy smiled to herself as he impaled her rectum, so much sex, in such a small amount of time. Never in a million years did she picture herself having anal sex in front of her sister, and twin step-daughters of the monster that was penetrating her.

The next day was her last day before flying home to LA. Tony showed up one last time before she left. Wendy and Aline sucked his cock together, before taking turns riding him. Aline gave Wendy some privacy at the airport parking lot, allowing her to ride his cock once more, like the good slut the month of September was turning her into.

**********

"Well, you know incest is a lot more common that we might think," Wendy replayed Dr. Decker's words once more as her plane took off, taking her back home. She was reading a book she bought at the airport bookstore. It was one of those psychological study types of book. One of the chapters was about incest. She skipped right to it.

Upon her arrival back in LA, she was exhausted and sore. She didn't feel like going home, not wanting to be alone, so she headed to the beach. Taking a long walk along the shore, wondering if she could actually commit incest, she pondered committing the act with Wade. Shaking her head of those thoughts, reasoning she'd never hurt him, she continued her walk.

Laying in bed wide awake that night she counted the five different men she'd had sex with over the last 2 weeks. Wendy felt Tony was the worst. He brutally pounded her, her sister, and his step-daughters. There was no love or affection there, just animalistic lust. Rodney was probably similar, but she was too drunk to remember.

The kinky, taboo nature of incest flooded her mind once more. The idea seemed so naughty, so forbidden, yet so delicious. Wendy sat up in bed, speaking the name "Barry," her nephew.

Barry

"So your mom and this guy hang out a lot?" Wendy asked her nephew, sitting on the couch next to him, watching TV. She knew he had a small crush on her, and wanted to experiment to see if she could get a reaction from him by wearing a skimpy top, one that barely covered her boobs.

"Nah, just when he's in town on business. All they do is, uh, you know," Barry replied, stealing glances of his Aunt's cleavage.

Wendy, feeling bold and horny, pushed the issue and herself further, "Well then when they get back from dinner you and I can go out and spend time together." Wendy hugged him tightly, wondering if she was exciting the 18 year old high school senior. He was born the same year as her son, but had to be held back due to some learning issues.

Barry slid his arm down his Aunt's side, resting it on her hip, while she nuzzled into his chest. He was taken aback by her increased level of affection, but ultimately, didn't mind it one bit. His favorite pastime was masturbating to thoughts of his cock sliding in between her big tits.

"Hi again, we're back," Brandy said, entering the home with Ronnie, the hulking behemoth of African-American muscle that was visiting LA on business.

"Guess that's our cue," Wendy told Barry, sitting up to greet her sister. "I think Barry and I are going to grab some food too. You two have fun."

"Good. I mean, alright, I'll see you later sweetie," She said, giving Barry a quick hug goodbye.

**********

"What am I doing? Do I want this? Do I need this?" Wendy asked herself as she drove her nephew to her house several miles away.

"Uh, Aunt, I think we missed the exit for - " Barry spoke up.

"We're going to my house for dinner," Wendy interrupted him.

She had never had this much sex in all her life in one month. Dr. Decker's remarks, witnessing Darren and his mother, her friend Denise appearing to have feelings for her son, Ulysses confession about him and his step-mom and step-aunts, Tony's step-daughters, and finally here she was, getting ready to seduce her nephew. Nice, quiet, little Wendy would have a huge secret.

"Yes. I want to experience this, I want to devour that forbidden fruit," She told herself, pulling into her drive, turning off her car. For reasons and impulses she couldn't fully explain, other than telling herself she had an open mind and this sort of thing was more common than she thought, she led her nephew into her home.