FamilyStrokes – Sex, Lies, and Stepdaughters
“The family that bones together, stays together” – A. Lincoln, probably. Meet the Robinsons. Mr. Robinson, a distinguished gentleman with a bald head polished to a shine and all the red-blooded masculine virility of a well-aged Bordeaux in his late 40s. Mrs. Robinson (not that one), a bombshell broad with a body that would make Jessica Rabbit shout “beeyatch!” in two languages, jiggling from under her sausage-casing dress into her 50s. And then, the centerpieces of our little narrative lasagna, Carla and Maria Robinson, more commonly known as Dad’s newest bimbo playthings.
Carla, the clumsy one. The bumbling, cute-as-a-button, bubble butt back-grandma of them all. Her petite frame can barely support the titanic tits drooping off her torque-mount rack. Her bald, baby-smooth pussy gleams like the beacon atop the world’s first artificial pleasure palace, begging for the blind, groping fingers of fatherly love.
Maria, the brainy one. The virtuous student who prides herself on her grades and chaste, hymen-sealed body. But beneath that prude mask, she’s a musty old slut dying to upchuck daddy’s warm seed straight into her throat. Her taut ass cheeks clench in anticipation, ready for a violent titty-fucking that will leave her wondering if she’s been birthed anew.
It all begins in the living room. The big bang, if you will. The two glorious offspring are smugly sulking on the couch watching their favorite pastor preach about the joys of open marriage and casual sodomy. Suddenly, in bursts Daddy with his unbearably large, semi-erect penis flopping between his legs, ready to unleash the teachings of the beatitudes in the holy book of cunnilingus.
“Giddy up, girls!” he cries like a starving bear sighting its first campground dumpster. Carla, in a moment of divine wiring gone awry, begins awkwardly riding daddy’s face, crushing his nose with her Titanic-sized clit. Her pert, rosy nipples dance to the music of globular sound waves as she shakes her quavering ass cheeks in a hypnotic rumba of forbidden love.
Enter Maria, stage left, in a micro-mini skirt that might as well be a wide-leg waistband. “Baby girl, come join mommy and Daddy,” Mr. Robinson coos, his freed manhood waving about like a buck awarding a trophy. Maria, though hesitant, soon realizes that by fingering herself, she’ll have her first ever real Daddy experience. She begins pleasuring her puffy pussy to the tune of her stepparent’s wet, slurping kisses, reaching a quick and powerful gooey crescendo in seconds.
Next stop: the kitchen. The battleaxe knew she wanted to expand her family legacy – it just so happens she packed extra stiffy-cakes for later! Mama Robinson slithers into the kitchen, the cl ‘) T that hear Beaver Cleaver say ‘eee-shwer!’ flapping like a limp shortbread biscuit.
She towers over a crushed heap of muffin tin in a breakfast nook. ‘Breakfast is served, darlings!’ she announces in a clipped yet sultry British accent. And what a feast it is – with crispy bacon bits sprinkled atop the golden curls of her muff, each scoop of egg takes on a new shine. ‘Bottoms up!’ she chimes, hoisting each blubbering hiccup of tears and cum to her rosy, puckered pout. ‘Nothing gets between my girls and their breakfast.’
And finally: the bedroom, where the action heats up like a crop duster in Napa Valley. Salacious slams, lewd gropes, the piercing wails of teenage hormones in mortal combat with adult debauchery… it’s the fuckingtrashcan of every dream, fantasy, and Cosmo sex tip, all at once. The final showdown of father’s dynamite freeloader and the daughters’ briny black Düsseldorf. Freudian fireworks reaching a climactic crescendo with an explosive exhalation of daddy-nut in the open mouths of each diminutive daughter.
Thus concludes our little ‘Stepford Wives’ analogy of one man, two women, and a whole servants’ fee. Papa Robinson got his hot Latina pussy action, while Mama Robinson got a whole second family out of it. And what does that baby boy get? The cold, hard facts of life – in Mommy’s womb and Daddy’s wallet. But hey, that’s just our take.
So there you have it: an erotic sex tale based upon as little dialogue and plot as possible. It’s like a family trip to the Bahamas – a lot of sun, sand, and heavy breathing, but not much activity or scenery to speak of. But hey, it’s family bonding in the end. isn’t all family really just explosive coitus in the end? Happy, happy, joy, joy!
