extrem incest

The first hooker I brought home to my wife was a clean shaven little thing named Kelly. She was about eighteen or nineteen. I got in real close and watched Cindy gorge on her cunt. She slobbered and slurped shamelessly, violently. Even the bitch was surprised.
“Jeez lady, has it been a while?”
Cindy took charge.
“Shut da fuck up and turn ovah!”
“Whatever.”
I watched as my wife spread the teen’s sweaty ass apart and stabbed the shit hole with her tounge. It made a “glich” “glich” sound.

“That does it.” I said aloud and got undressed. My cock was pointing to the ceiling.
“You want some babe? Cindy asked. “I dont mind sharin.”
I bent over and gave her a wet kiss, tasting hooker on her breath.
“No thanks hun, the ‘Rent a Clam’ is all yours!”
“Fuck you.” Kelly said with a blah tone.
“Watch it cunt!” Cindy blurted and cracked Kelly across the ass. I got on my knees behind my wife and slid my cock in her velety pussy as she continued to shit-dive on Kelly.It wasn’t long before my wife came with a squeal.
Cindy looked back at me and smiled.
“Lemme know when ya gonna shoot babe!”
“You want it in the face sweetheart?” I asked.
“I want it in her face!”
Kelly spoke up.
“Uh, thats gonna be way more money!”
Cindy cracked her again.
“You’ll get it, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
With that Cindy pulled away from me and turned Kelly over on her back again, crawling up next to her on the bed.
“I’m sorry baby.” My wife spoke softly “Mommy didnt mean to yell atcha.” She moved in on Kelly’s mouth and began darting her tounge at her lips.
Kelly swerved her head away.
“Whoa, whats this ‘mommy’ crap?!”
I reached into my pants crumpled on the floor and pulled out another hundred and waved it at Kelly as I continued jerking. She understood and allowed my wife to french her.
“Dats it.” Cindy whispered as she swabbed the bitches face. mommy wants a good girl who will nevah, evah tell!”
Thats when I lost it, hurling a quart of cumm over both of them. Kelly scrunched her face up and Cindy laughed.
“Take daddy’s load, take it good!”
Kelly began squirming. I was absolutely plastering the bitch.
Cindy grabbed her hair.
“Hode still now, daddy’s not done.
Wave after frothy wave seared across Kelly’s face. When I was finished I stepped back and watched as Cindy made Kelly share. I put the hundred in Kelly’s hand and Cindy nibbled at her ear saying softly over and over, “Mommy’s happy, mommy’s happy.”
Kelly jumped up and got dressed without a word. I sat on the bed next to my wife who layed back still muttering the words like a mantra. I stroked her face gently.
Kelly was at the front door looking like a drowned rat.
“Dont call me again. EVER! You people are fuckin sick!
With a slam of the door she was gone. This “incest by proxy”
lasted a good year or so with several prostitutes. It was enough for me. I hoped it was enough for Cindy.