The story is essentially true. I enhanced the sexual parts, they did occur, but the story enhances them.

Also I did not treat my daughter that bad. But I did let my sexual fetishes dominate me life. She did hate me and still does to this day.

Many of you must wonder what is going on. A picture of me was posted saying I was dead. Well I am NOT. My daughter, Angela, who desperately wants my 2.8 million dollar nest egg had conspired with a shady doctor and lawyer to have me committed for dementia and her declared as my guardian with full access to my nest egg.

Luckily my corporate layer wondered what the hell was going on and was able to get me free of the clutches of my daughter. It took him 8 months but he persevered and I was set free about a month ago.

But..... there is always a but. My daughter still transferred my nest egg to a different account that only she has access to. Luckily I squirreled away about 50K in another fund that my daughter did not know about.

So Angela has my nest egg, my million plus home. My cars and my boats.

This weekend she called me and said that we should meet and come to some agreed upon split of the assets. I jumped at the chance to get some of my stuff back.

We agreed to meet at My house, my beautiful lake house in the Reynolds Plantation neighborhood on Lake Oconee. I met with Angela and her husband Matt this past weekend. Angela had her shyster lawyer attend.

Everything went well. We agreed on a compromise that allowed me to receive $250,000 and my pick of the cars. I accepted because that amount of money would allow me to get a nice house, although not in Reynolds Plantation.

But, it would also pay my lawyer to go after Angela.

When all was signed the lawyer left and my daughter said we should celebrate and she went off to get some Champaign. I guess I let my guard down and I will tell the rest of the story from my perspective.

My senses, dulled by sexual arousal woke to find that my son-in-law, Matt and me were wrapped in rumpled sheets, the two of us sprawled on the bed.

I looked down and my fingers clasped the shaft of Matt's penis. Forcing my eyes to focus, I saw my daughter Angela sitting in a chair close to the bed, her eyes locked on me, a smile on her lovely face.

"Mom, do you know that you make weird little noises while you have sex," she says. "Little tiny mewing sounds."

"Angela," I say, moving my hand away from Matt's still erect penis. "I'm so sorry. I had too much to drink." I roll over and sit up, pulling the sheet tight around my nakedness. I am aware that Matt is now sitting up beside me now, making no attempt to cover himself. I notice that his hands have replaced mine on his erect cock and he slowly strokes it. The site of him stroking his erect cock seems to enhance the burning warmth I feel in my pussy. My hands play with my pussy behind the sheets.

"It's okay, Mom," she giggles. "Matt put a little something in your drink before we celebrated. Just something to relax you and to excite you."

I notice now that Angela is partially undressed, just wearing panties and bra, garter-belt and hose.

"Something in my drink?" I say. "Why?"

"Just something to relax you," she says again. "You're relaxed, aren't you Mom?" “And yes, something to excite you. Can you feel it mom?”

I guess that is why my hand was furiously rubbing my clit behind the sheets.

She rises from the chair and moves to stand close beside the bed, her eyes still holding mine. "Matt? Why don't you leave us alone for just a while?"

I can feel the bed move as he rolls to his feet and pads away, continuing to stroke his cock. I tear my eyes away from his cock and stare at my daughter. She bends and strokes the side of my face with her hand.

"You've had a rough time these last few years with Dad having dementia. Everything I did I thought was for your benefit.

And now, I think you need something... special," she says.

I can hear quiet music sensually playing. My daughter's hand lowers to grasp the edge of the sheet I am hiding my nakedness behind and she begins to pull it down. I wonder for a fleeting moment if I should object, but there is nothing uncomfortable in this. It feels so right somehow, so I lay motionless as she peels the sheet away from my body until I am fully exposed. My one hand is till buried in my pussy.

“Why mom, you are excited”, Angela says.

Sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, my daughter bends down and the soft whisper of her lips caress my own.

As she kisses me, I look up into my daughter's eyes, dazed, wondering what is happening. I am mesmerized by the glow on her face as she scrapes her tongue across
my lips. As I suck her tongue into my mouth, my hands take on a life of their own. Tearing my hand away from my pussy I cup the lacy material that covers her breasts, gently squeezing them.

My mouth grows even hungrier for her tongue as I once again touch the wetness between my legs, and I hear myself whimper softly deep in my throat as she rips her mouth away from mine and stands.

Still sensuously rubbing myself, I watch in awe as she removes her bra and panties, and my nostrils twitch as I smell the sent of her. I am captured by the reality of my daughter's naked nearness.

My hand moves more insistently between my legs again as she climbs up onto the bed to straddle my head. I am looking up at the tender bare flesh of her inner thighs, above her nylons, to the pale fleshy lips of her cunt. It beckons me, and I lift my head to touch the moist flesh between her pale thighs with my tongue, my hands cupping the globes of her firm buttocks as I begin to lick her.

She lowers her pussy against my mouth, the slick wet heat of desire enfolds me. My tongue seeking and searching as she moans somewhere far above my head. My mind a sudden sea of confusion, lust, and love. My lips, the edge of my teeth sucked at the swollen lips of her cunt.

She arches her back, and between quick breaths of passion, grinds her pelvis against my face, she pleads for the pleasure of her release...

Later

As we lay there Angela reached to the headboard and pulls two straps toward my hands. I look at her as she places my hands through loops in the straps. Angela says, “Mom, please let me. She the slides down my body gently kissing my pussy and down toward my feet. From there she grabs two more straps and slides my feet into the straps.

Angela lays down next to me and the tip of one of her fingers play with my nipple, Her lips touch the side of my neck, then her voice whispers in my ear. The softness of her voice is gone. I feel the hardness, could it be anger in her voice. "Before..." she asks, "...did Matt fuck you?" She shouts into my ears.

"Yes," I say. "There was something in my drink, remember. I can't be responsible for my actions"

She giggles and slides her hand down over my breast, over the rise of my stomach, fingers curving into the hollow between my thighs.

"Do you trust me?", she says.

"No," I say, spreading my legs, unable to suppress a tiny gasp as her fingertip find that special spot that so few males even know exists.
“Good, you shouldn't,” she says. She stand and moves to the straps holding my legs. She starts to pull on one strap and my left leg is pulled to a most uncomfortable position. She pulls the other strap and my legs are pulled painfully apart.

As she is pulling my legs apart. She is mumbling Matt's name. "Was it good? Was it good when Matt fucked you? Do you like it when he fucks you? Do you want Matt to fuck you again? Do you?"

There is a throbbing in my ears, as if I can hear the blood racing through my veins. My pelvis is moving against some invisible cock. I looked at Angela and was scared of the fire I saw in her eyes.

“Angela, he drugged me, it wasn't my fault”. Angela grabs the straps holding my arms and pulls my arms painfully apart. Then she slaps my face hard. She repeats her earlier words. "Was it good? Was it good when Matt fucked you? Do you like it when he fucks you? Do you want Matt to fuck you again? Do you?" “The truth mom, the truth”

I hadn't realized how hot the feeling in my pussy had become and I so desperately needed to have a cock in it. My ears could not believe what then came out of my mouth. “Yes," I said. “I loved it when your husband fucked me. I love the way Matt fucked me. I love his hard cock. I want him to fuck me again." “Angela, please let him fuck me again.”

Angela reaches into a drawer near the bed and removes a long dildo. She places the head of the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I could feel my pussy trying to suck the dildo into my pussy. I tried to slide my body down but the straps had me restrained. Angela reached down and licked my clit. I thought I was going to explode. As she licked my clit she slowly eased in inch after inch of the dildo. My pussy ached for more. “Please Angela, I want Matt, please, please.”

I hadn't realized how close Matt had been during the last few moments. Matt moved close beside the bed, muscular, hairy, one hand at the nape of my neck, the other holding his stiff penis, guiding the uncircumcised head to my lips.

The masculine smell of him permeates my nostrils now, but I willingly part my lips to suck the bulbous head of his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the shaft of his maleness. I suck him deeply and earnestly.

I am aware of my daughter's mouth leaving me, then the dildo is withdrawn. My hips arch in an attempt to recapture the bliss, I miss the sensation of her tongue. Still holding Matt's penis in my mouth, I am able to see Angela from the corner of my eye. Standing beside the bed, her eyes wide as she watches me sliding my lips up and down the length of her husband's cock, her hand busy between her thighs as she watches.

"Fuck her, Matt... I want to see you fuck her," she says, her voice sounding thick and muted.

Matt pulls his swollen penis from my mouth and moved between my legs. Without warning he thrust his cock into her. It felt huge to her overstimulated pussy. He filled her, stretching her out. As he moved within her it felt so good but it also felt like his cock could not go in deep enough to hit that spot that burned with fire deep in her cunt.

“Fuck her Matt. I know you arranged the drugs and all so that you could get between my mother's legs. I knew you have wanted to fuck her for a long time. I remember the time Dad, Mom, me and you had too much to drink. Mom and you were all over each other to the point that Dad and I said, Get a room.” Fuck her Matt.”  

Matt slowly withdrew and then slammed into me again. He kept repeating that movement. He said nothing. He just gazed down at me with carnal lust.

It seemed like he fucked me for an hour but I am not sure what is wrong with my body, I can not cum. My pussy burns with a fire that I can not quench. As Matt fucks me, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming...... and then the feeling drops down just a notch.

I tried moving my hands out of the straps but I couldn't, I was stuck in place. Then he slowed and started withdrawing his cock to the point that his cock almost exited my cunt and then he would ram it in once again. Over and over his cock almost exited my cunt. Then one time it did and his cock dropped about an inch coming to rest at the opening to my ass. Matt did not miss a beat, he thrust forward and buried his cock deep in my ass. I screamed out in pain, the pain of his cock ramming into my unlubricated ass was stronger then the burning in my cunt.

Matt continued to pump his cock into my ass. Eventually I felt his his body quiver and I knew he was cumming in my ass. He pump a few seconds, draining his cock into my ass and then collapsed on my body.

“Did you like that Matt? How about you mom? You both wanted it. Matt let mom clean your cock. Matt moved his body slowly up my body till his cock was near my mouth.

“Matt, wait, your cock is shit stained. We can't do that to mom, can we. We can't do that to my slut mom. We can't do that to the woman who always put her sexual perversity over me. We can't do that to the woman who licked my cunt, giving me my first orgasm when I was eleven. We can't do that to the woman who sold me on a nightly basis to the highest bidder throughout my teens. We can't do that to the woman who made sure that we had several quite affectionate dogs when I was growing up. I wanted her dead when I was growing up.”

“Angela, I am so sorry. I can never repay you for what I put you through. We can put all that behind us,”
“Behind us”, Angela giggled. “Clean off his dick, mom.”
Matt brought his shit and cum covered cock to my mouth. The small was disgusting and I clamped my mouth shut.
Angela leaned over and pinched my nose shut.”Get ready Matt.”
I held my breath as long as I could and when I gasped for air Matt shoved his cock into my mouth. I felt so degraded and I thought of biting his cock.

“Mom, I know what your thinking of doing and and if you do I cut your damn nipples off.”

Matt was using my mouth as a hole. Soon I was overcome by the burning in my pussy and I started to suck instead of being passive. Matt sped up, impossibly fast, and then he came. Spraying the inside of my mouth with massive amounts of cum. I felt so ashamed as I eagerly gobbled up the cum. 

Eventually Matt climbs off my body. “No, no Matt, don't stop, I have to cum.”

“Angela lick me please, you can have all my money, just let me cum.”

Angela comes close so she look into my eyes. “So you found out the interesting property of the drug Matt gave you.”

Then Angela held up quite a few sheets of paper. “Mom, this is our agreement. Its the only copy. You can cum if you let me tear it up.”

“Yes I say, tear it up, let me cum”

Angela starts to tear up the contract and as she does she says, “Unfortunately the drug has to wear off for you to be able to cum.”

Angela leans down near my face and says, “Mom, guess a number between 10 and 10.”

“What foolishness is this Angela.” I said.

Angela turns toward Matt and says, ”What is a number between 10 and 10?”

Matt answers, “Why 10 of course, my dear.”

“How many guys were you able to get to fuck my dear mother?”

“10, of course.”

Bu that is another story.

To be continued.....