Life Style of the Rich and Raunchy

There used to be a show on television called "Life Styles of the Rich and Famous with Robin Leach". It chronicled the excesses of the rich and famous. He always ended the show by wishing you "champagne wishes and caviar dreams."

SO what do you think goes on behind the big fences and wrought iron gates when the cameras turned off?

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"Harder, Gawddamit! Fuck me harder!"

The sun reflecting off the pool added a dappled play of light and shadow to our incestuous act. I drew my hand back and brought it down hard on her slim tanned ass.

"You bitch! You good pussy whore!"

I redoubled my efforts, watching the froth build up around her shaved pussy and on my cock.

"I can't get enough of your cock! You know that! Harder Carlton harder!"

I smacked her ass again, reveling in the feeling of dominance it gave me. Carol's big secret, aside from an addiction to her brother's cock, was she was a sub. She loved being used.

"Does your husband fuck you like this?"

I leaned across her back, wrapped my arm around her, grasped her swollen nipple and pulled hard. Her screams echoed across the across the pool and patio. "Whose bitch are you?" I pulled harder, squeezing her nipple as I pulled.

"I'm your bitch! Your bitch! You know that! I'll always be your bitch!"

This was a rare opportunity for my sister and I. We had the estate to ourselves. Our parents were at a charity function at their country club. My wife took our two kids to a birthday party at a friend's house, complete with a bevy of clowns and ponies to ride. Carolyn's husband and children were away and due back from a Florida trip later today. Still it was risky. However, that added an edge to what was already risky sex. It might be possible to explain away being caught fucking by the pool, but not if they caught a sister and brother in flagrante delecto.

"Are you going to come for your brother? Hmmm?"

For years, my sister sought help with her sexual frigidity. Years of therapy did not provide a solution. She fooled her husband with fake orgasms. What neither of them knew was that for as long as we could remember, she only achieved sexual satisfaction with me. Kinky? Yes! Sick? Yes! Nevertheless, it worked for us. Carolyn was the best piece of ass I ever had!

"Yes, you bastard! Yes! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum," she screamed, her pussy contracting hard around my cock. It was always like this. Hours of teasing, roughhousing then mind blowing sex.

"FUCKK!! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!" I shot what seemed like quarts of jizz into her 33 year old pussy. She was the older by two years.

"Oh God! Oh God," she moaned!

Carolyn thrust back violently against me, slamming her slender ass into my crotch. Her back undulated as paroxysms of bliss rocked her body. Her shrieks would have awakened the dead. I felt her wetness spraying my balls. We were good together, very good!

Carol and I collapsed on the lounger , winded. It was rare that we could get this much time together. Mostly, it was quickies. This time we fucked most of the afternoon.

"Dear god, Carlton! That was absolutely fucking amazing!"

"Mmmm, yes it was! I can still feel your pussy contracting."

"What time is it?"

I picked up my Rolex off the tiled apron of the pool next to the lounger. "2:30 pm."

"Let me up! I have to pick up Harry and the children at the airport in an hour."

"Too bad! I'll be ready for more in a few minutes," I laughed.

I watched my cock slide wetly out of her pussy as I pushed up. A small rivulet of sperm followed it. The greyish white fluid streamed down over her clit and dripped onto the lounger. I stood and sat naked on the adjacent lounger. My cock laying on my tanned thigh glistened with our juices.

"Hold that thought, lover. I'm dropping them at the birthday party and I'll be back."

I watched my Carol slip into her flowered wrap dress. Her legs were long and slim with the faintest hint of a calf. Her hips were almost boyish in their slenderness. Her waist, almost nonexistent. However, her tits were enormous. She was 36C, an outlandish size for such a slender woman.

She fluffed her shoulder length blond hair with her hands. I watched lovingly as she brushed lipstick on her full lips. Moments before they were wrapped around my cock. She leaned down, pecked me on the cheek, licked my cock, stood and headed for the garage.

"Ta Ta, darling! Back in a few!"

She was such a slut. She never cleaned up after we had sex. Carol said it made her feel incredibly wicked to kiss her husband with her brother's cum on her breath and his seed leaking from her other holes.

I suppose you could call us children of privilege. Our parents are third generation old money, having inherited their money from our robber baron great grandfather. Chris Rock once defined the difference between rich and wealthy as the difference between a multimillion dollar professional sports player's contract and the owner of the team. The player was rich; the person who signs the check is wealthy. We are wealthy.

We live on a 20 acre estate in a 6000 square foot mansion with 6 bedrooms, 8 baths, a swimming pool and a four bedroom, three bath coach house where I live with my wife of 12 years Calista and our children. Carolyn, her husband, Harry and her three children live in the main house.

Like most of the idle rich, we busied ourselves attending charity balls, summering at luxury resorts, driving luxury cars, drinking and using drugs. The drug of choice for my clan is cocaine. It was as readily available on the estate as salt and pepper or good wine.

I heard the sounds of the foyer door opening and closing then the uneven click of heels moving across the tiled floor. Mother was home. A thrill ran through my body as I contemplated how close we came to being caught.

"Pour me a glass of wine, dear"

My 56 year old mother breezed onto the patio in a cloud of Jean Patou's Limited Edition Joy Baccarat Pure Parfum. She wore an above the knee red cowl dress. The vee of the neckline plunged to show off the best tits money could buy. It fit tightly across her Brazilian butt lift.

Mother spent thousands of dollars fighting off aging. For the most part, she succeeded. She reminded me of the old Bollywood actress who stayed with us last summer, Saira Banu. Even at 70, she was about 38-32-42, 5' 5" and 150 pounds and an incredible fuck.

She blew air kisses in my direction and plopped down on a lounger. As usual, she was careless how she sat. Her dress rode up, revealing a hint of her matching red boy shorts. Like most boys, there was a time in my early teens when mother was the focus of my masturbatory fantasies. Shortly after that, my sister and I began our near 20 year incestuous affair. Mother moved to the bottom of the must fuck list.

"Hello, mother. How was lunch?"

"Insipid! They should fire the kitchen staff. The food was uneatable. And the service!" She through both hands in the air in disgust. "The wait staff was surly. Such a day," she complained sipping her wine. She moved with the near boneless fluidity of someone under the influence.

"Where's father?"

"He's still at the country club with the Abercrombie's and that hussy Kate Justin. I mean she is just so obvious. The sheath dress she wore must have come straight from the rack."

Kate Justin was in her mid-sixties, rail thin, with a face covered in red and blue lines like an old Rand McNally road map. Mother entertained a fantasy that Kate wanted her husband. I suspected the parade of young Black chauffeurs she hired and fired gave her all the cock she could handle.

As mother continued her aimless chatter, I noted she was high as a kite. Usually, she would chatter like a magpie until she passed out. Rather than listened to her aimless ramblings, I decided to shower. It would not do for Calista to detect the scent of another woman.

Before I could escape, mother stood and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"And how was your day, darling? I saw your sister leaving as I was coming home. I thought she was having a spa day."

I thought I detected an indefinable undertone in mother's voice. However, a bottle of wine and some nose candy I shared with my sister burred my senses.

"She was here for a while." I shrugged; trying to figure out why she was interested in my sister's comings and goings.

Her hands slipped down and squeezed my behind.

"Mother please! Every time you over do it, you get like this!"

She pulled me closer. Forcibly, I tried to push her to arm's length. "Mother! You need to stop."

"Why? Because I'm not your sister! Because I don't have the tight hot body she does?"

I looked down at her red-rimmed eyes. She blinked several times as she tried to focus. Her arms tightened, pressing her breasts and crotch against me. I could feel the heat of her body pressed against my hard on. Was this just drug induced ramblings?

"Mother! What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," she slurred, "that I know you and your sister have been having sex. I have known almost from the first."

She sat down on the lounger, her legs spread revealing her underwear.

"Pour me another glass of wine and then sit down."

Her tone was preemptory, demanding. I did as she said. I sipped of my wine. Mother turned sideways on her lounger. Her dress rode up again and I was looking between her legs. Unbidden, my eyes strayed to her wanton display. I could see her vaginal lips spread against the redness of her boy shorts.

"Mother, the way you are sitting is most inappropriate."

"Your whore of a sister walks around almost naked and all you do is ogle her."

Her voice rose to a shout as the last words came from her mouth. I glanced up nervously. Carolyn was due back from the airport any minute. Calista and the kids should be arriving home from the birthday party soon. I could not afford a drunken discussion of Carolyn's and my incestuous sexual habits.

"Don't be absurd, Mother! Carolyn is my sister."

"Don't get cute with me! I know you two can't keep your hands off each other. You are probably the father of one of her kids."

Her drunken ramblings were close to the truth. We suspected her youngest was mine. We contemplated DNA testing to confirm it. However, having that kind of information floating around could be dangerous. It was better not to know.

"Keep your voice down! Yes, we are fucking! There! I have said it. What the hell do you want me to do? Stop having sex with Carol? That's not going to happen. What are you going to do? Tell? That would destroy two families. And while we are sharing secrets, I know the reason we can't keep servants is because you or dad end up fucking them. So don't get fucking holier than thou with me!"

Mother pushed her empty glass toward me. I opened another bottle and refilled hers and mine. We both took big gulps. My head was spinning. Our secret was finally out. Carolyn and I sometimes discussed being discovered. We thought we were too careful, too smart to be caught.

"I want someone to fuck me," mother wailed unexpectantly, "I want to be the bitch on her knees with a cock plowing her pussy. Your father hasn't touched me in years! We don't have a crew of gardeners anymore." Her hands outlined her body. "I had all of this work done. BUT NOOOOO! He'd rather sniff around old dried up Kate Justin. Her pussy wouldn't get wet if you fed her Astroglide intravenously!"

"Then find a boyfriend, Gawddamit! I'm sure there are men out there who will...do...what you want"

"So now you're telling your mother to be a tramp! Go FIND SO ONE TO FUCK, MOTHER!" She said the last nasally in a singsong voice, mocking me.

"So why are you telling me? Better yet, why are you sitting there with your legs gapped open? Is that supposed to make me want you?"

"You may as well fuck me! You are already fucking your sister...cheating on your beautiful wife! Why not fuck your mother?"

"Mother you are being ridiculous!"

"You are right! I'm being ridiculous! There is no way you could handle a real woman."

"What...I...Just leave me the fuck alone, Mother?"I knew she was pressing my buttons. But damn it, she should not talk to me like that!

"Prove you're a man! Lick your mother's pussy!"

"Mother, goddamn it! Now you are being obscene."

"Obscene am I! All of those stories I read about son's lusting after their mother. Sons fucking their mother. And all my son wants is his skinny big tit sister."

As she rambled, she was talking louder and louder. The family was due home any minute. I had to quiet her.

I turned and looked between her legs. There was a faint gleam to her swollen vaginal lips. "Okay! But just this one time. And you have to promise not to tell." Mother said nothing. However, her eyes widened as I knelt between her thighs and pushed her panties to the side.

As I had done countless times with Carol, often with Calista and a few times with my therapist, I used my thumb and forefinger to hold her pussy lips apart. I leaned forward, started at the peritoneum and slow slid my to tongue up and between mother's cunt lips.

I was amazed at how quickly and how wet she got. The flow from her pussy was thick with a musky odor and taste. Her aroma assaulted my nose, making me even higher than I had been. I pushed my tongue deeper, savoring her taste.

"FFUUUCKKK Carlton! Don't...don't stop!"

I slipped my arms under her thighs and pulled her toward me. I flicked lightly at her overly large clit with my tongue then journeyed down through her now gushing hole to her anus. I heard her breath whistle as I probed her asshole with my tongue. One of her hands came down and grabbed mine as she bucked against my face.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck that feels good! It's been years since anyone has licked me"

Mother's aroma was overpowering. It grew stronger as I covered her pussy with my mouth and French kissed deep in her tunnel. I was never sure if it was her intoxicating scent or the effects of the drugs and wine, however the spinning in my head grew. I wrapped my arms more tightly around her full mature thighs and eagerly plumbed the depths of mother's cunt with my tongue.

There was a surreal quality to eating my mother. It was as though I were trying to crawl back into her birth canal. To experience once again the miracle of birth. To have my body bathed in her fluids again like my face was now.

Her satisfying grunts, moans and occasional pussy farts were evidence she was enjoying my ministrations. Suddenly, I knew I could never get enough of her. Her pussy was like a drug...a narcotic. If there was a salaciousness to fucking Carolyn, then there was a depravity to licking my mother.

I took her large engorged clit in my mouth. She screamed and her hips bucked against me as I sucked it hard. It reminded me of the times in boarding school when we guys would suck each other off.

"Oh my god, son! Mother is cumming! I'M CUMMING!!!"

Mother's stomach convulsed as she orgasmed. Her hand went from holding my hand to pressing against my head, pushing me away. I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My face was wet from mother's pussy. With each gasping breath I drew, I inhaled her scent.

"Fuck! That was amazing," she said, "let me catch my breath and I want you to do it again."

"I have a better idea." I rose up between her thighs while she lay semi comatose crosswise the lounger. The empty wine glass was in her hand. Her head hung below the edge of the lounger. I crawled up her body.

Mother's head rose and she looked at me with a lopsided grin.

"Are you sure you want to go there, Carlton? If you cross that bridge there is no going back!"

I managed to grab her hands and hold them above head. I positioned my cock at her entrance. We held each other's eyes as I slowly slid into her pussy...my mother's pussy!

"You old slut! This what you wanted! You wanted some cock, didn't you? And you did not care whose cock it was!"

"AAAAAHHHHH! Fuck Carlton!"

I continued to stroke slowly in and out of my mother's cunt. Her large surgically enhanced chest heaved as she gave herself up to me.

"Is it good, mother?"

"Yes! Yes baby! It's very good! Don't stop!", she groaned her eyes partially closed.

I drew back until her meaty pussy lips just covered the head of my cock. I repeated this, plunging in quick and hard several times.

"Is it better than father?"

Her eyes opened. She searched my face as though looking for something.

"Don't baby! Don't make your mother say that!"

"When we were younger, Carolyn and I used to sneak down the hall to you and father's bedroom. We would listen to you fuck. You didn't know that, did you?"

"No," mother hissed, her mature thighs rising and falling with my deep hard thrusts.

"I grew up wondering what it would feel like to be father...to elicit those squeals from you. Now I have! And I want to know who makes you feel better? Whose cock fills your pussy better? Who drives you to harder deeper orgasms? Who mother? Who?"

I drove harder into her, slamming against her cervix. Mother's breath came in short wheezing gasps.

"WHO FUCKS YOU BETTER, MOTHER? WHO?"

"YOU DO! You good fucking motherfucker! YOU DO! I love the way my son's cock feels in my pussy! YOU!" She screamed those last words, her mouth wide, her spittle spraying my face.

We both watched the obscenity of a son's cock pulling out of his mother's dripping pussy. Her eyes were wild, unfocused. I pulled her to her feet and I sat on the lounger. She wavered near falling until I pulled her on top of me.

"Mother, put my cock in your pussy!"

She looked into my eyes. A half smile played across her lips. She rose slightly on her knees and reached behind us. She fumbled a little at first, then found my cock. She squeezed it lightly.

"Look between us," she hissed," I want us both to watch my son's cock go in his mother's pussy!"

We watched as mother positioned my cock at her entrance. Our eyes flicked from watching the incredible sight of my meat entering her hole to watching each other react. Mother grunted and wrapped her arms around my neck.

For the first few strokes, I did all the work. Mother was a ragdoll, bouncing up with each thrust and falling back as I withdrew. Gradually she started to meet my thrusts. She growled deep in her throat.

"This is the cock you need, mother"

Mother pushed back, placed her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "You called me an old slut a few minutes ago."

"Mother I...!"

"Fucked this old slut! Fuck her hard!"

I flipped us over, putting mother on her back. She wrapped her chubby legs around my back and I braced myself above her on my arms.

"Oh God! That's it baby! You are so deep in mommy's pussy! Your pussy! So deep! Fuck mommy, Carlton! Fuck your mother."

"Mother you are incredible! I love your pussy! I love how it feels, how it grabs and massages my cock."

"Make mommy cum, Carlton! Fuck mommy hard and make her cum."

The sound of our flesh slapping echoed across the pool. Our moans of ecstasy resounded off the walls of the mansion.

"I'm coming, Carlton! I'm CUMMMIINNGGG!! CUM WITH MOMMY!!! Please cum with mommy!"

I felt mother's pussy spasming around my cock, contracting hard, forcing me to cum with her.