Chapter 3 - Chapter Three

Corrupted Family

Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you.


CHAPTER THREE


Wet. You feel extremely wet, like you're under a light waterfall. You also feel hot and sweaty, which is weird because you've never woken up feeling this way.

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is hair. Blinking, you focus and realize that your mom's vagina is grinding against your open mouth. You yell out, but the muffled shout is enough to send her over the edge as her climax explodes in your face.

Coughing, she dismounts you and you see Amanda's gushing breasts, pressingly heavily down on your stomach as she moans loudly – Jessica is straddling your hips, thrusting deep inside her sister she rides your own cock.

“About time you woke up, sleepy head,” whispered your mom in your ear as Amanda pinched her nipples, blasting her sperm on to your chin. You spluttered as it got in your mouth and eyes – everyone, and everything near you, is drowned in Amanda's thick, sticky breast-cum.

“FUCK, oh god, Jessie, do you ever stop,” whined Amanda as Jessica buried all twelve inches of her penis inside her. “I've cum six times now!”

“I'll help you out, baby,” said your mom, wrapping her arms around Jessie from behind, a disgusting shlick noise sounding as she pressed their bodies together. “You too, James. You've got to have quite the build up!”

You groan as one of her tails easily worms inside your butt, slithering deep inside you before pumping in and out. Amanda crawled off you, revealing Jessica getting the same anal treatment as she slammed her hips hard and fast on your cock.

“Let me know how it tastes, James,” cooed Amanda before she stood over you, a copious stream of cum falling out of her vagina directly onto your lips. You tried to move your arms to push her away but Jessica forced them back down, her cock grinding up to your chest as she rode you.

“Oh, oh, oh, god, oh god, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, aaahhhhhhh,” yelled Jessie, blasting your head with her orgasm. As she plunges her tight pussy down on your cock, your mother's tail blurring in and out of your bowels, you can't help yourself and moan in ecstasy as you cum inside Jessica, sperm still falling out of Amanda and now down your throat.

“Oh my god, he's still going,” exclaimed Jessica, eyes closed and hands on her stomach. “Damn, James!”

You can't stop.

Ever since your family was mutated you haven't masturbated, thinking you'd be able to ignore the sexual whirlwind around you. But now you're riding an orgasm so high you lose control of yourself and grip Jessica's slight hips, forcing her up and down your shaft as you paint her womb with your seed.

Slim fingers worm their way inside Jessica's crowed vagina, kneading your swollen cock held tightly inside your sister. After a few minutes, your climax finally fading away, you hear your mom say, “Mmm, he does taste good.”

Jessica collapses next to you, her large cock draped over your shrinking penis. Amanda sat down behind you, her vagina pressed up against your head, massive breasts brushing against your temples, still leaking their sperm. Your mother laid down on your free side, turning your face towards her to kiss you passionately, her tail deep inside you, thrusting ever so slowly.

Somewhere in your post-orgasmic haze you still realize that this situation is wrong, disgusting and that you should be ashamed of yourself while running for the hills. But your body betrays you and you fall into the kiss, enjoying the sensations of Jessica cuddling against you and Amanda's breasts slowly leaking onto your shoulders.

“We love you so much, James,” whispers your mom, kissing your cheek with a happy smile.

You're exhausted, mentally and physically, but you smile back, “I love you too.”

And you drift off to sleep...

The next day you're surprised to find out that your sex-addicted family is leaving you mostly alone, aside from an occasional butt pinch or kiss of the cheek. It took forever to clean off Amanda's breast-cum; three hours under the shower to be precise. You leave your room as a lost cause – imaging trying to scrub out the buckets of sticky sperm is the stuff of nightmares.

You don't feel comfortable about what happened last night, and told your mother and sisters as such. They seemed to understand, but replied in turn that they wont be able to hold back for very long.

At times, the memory of last night sickened you to the point of rushing to the toilet and actually losing the contents of your stomach. At others it aroused you to such a degree that you felt mere inches away from jumping your sisters and fucking them all day long.

Extremely confused, you were given no time to sort your thoughts when the 'emergency phone' rang, TREF Commander Madeline Brandy on the line.

“James, our surveillance has discovered a pack of tentacles heading your way,” she said urgently. “They're getting more intelligent – we've lost three families in the last week.”

“God...,” you said, very scared now. “What can I do? How did they get them?”

“We believe they used the plumbing, so I'd suggest securing all drains. We'll be able to repel them if they try a surface assault, but if one gets inside the house, call me immediately! We wont have a lot of time to save your family if they do.”

“Yes, of course,” you say, already heading towards where you keep the tools. “How long do we have?”

“Six hours, at least.”

So you spend the next two hours nailing boards over all the drains you could, leaving the toilet for the absolute last minute.

Your mother and sisters did nothing to hide their excitement and lust, begging you to let them go back to the tentacles and resorting to masturbation and sex after your refusal. Allowing them to exhaust themselves, you corral your family to the 'safe' room, locking them inside.

One hour to go.

TREF is usually very accurate at predicting tentacle movement and attack times.

Your serrated dagger in hand, you watch anxiously as TREF officers cordon off your property, several climbing down into the sewers.

Suddenly you hear it – gunfire outside. Twenty tentacles are attacking the TREF officers, poking out from the dirt. And your reminder that you didn't block the toilet came into the living room in the form of a large, purple tentacle.


END CHAPTER THREE