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Arthur Timothy Read smiled and giggled with glee as he went inside the building. It had a red floor and pink walls with various erotic art pieces hanging on them.
He approached the milf at the front desk. I'm not going to bother describing her face because the only part of her that Arthur actually paid any attention to was her substantial cleavage.
"Room 237." The woman said. Arthur figured that must be part of why this was the highest rated brothel in the world, he got service without having to actually say anything.
He skipped gleefully down the hall, not making much progress. He stopped skipping and really made an effort, and finally he made it to to the room where he was going to finally loose his virginity after having it for twenty years.
He went inside and saw a young lady in bright red lingerie laying seductively on the bed, saying, "Arthur, I've been waiting for you!"
He screamed at the top and the bottom off his lungs.
It was no lady, it was D.W.
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!" He screamed as he bolted upright in his bed and tore his shirt open like the hulk. This left left his six pack of abdominal abs showing, which looked like a city scape made out of flesh. Arthur never actually did crunches or anything, but he did get plenty of exercise by running away from the cops because he wasn't good at spotting sting operations when buying alcohol.
The alcohol he had consumed the night before had gone through him, so he ran to the toilet to relieve himself.
Being the little shit she was, D.W. burst into the bathroom, finding that Arthur had just finished his business but not flushed.
Still angry from his dream, Arthur's rage tripled from his sister's morning impatience. He grabbed her by the head and shoved it into the toilet so hard it got stuck and she drowned.
Kate had witnessed the whole ordeal and was unphased. She knew that, eventually, this would happen, and she was relieved not to have to wait for it any longer.
Arthur went downstairs, sporting his glasses, spikey hair and a small goatee. His mom Jane saw his open-shirt torsofullness, which reminded her of her favorite book, Twilight (go figure). Seeing her son like this had her thinking that maybe he was finally going to give her what she secretly wanted in the back of her mind, ever since her husband became comatose during his mid-life crisis that had him trying to roller skate on top of a moving train.
"Arthur," she asked, "would you like to test how solid the new anti-incest laws are in Elwood?"
Despite being middle-aged, Jane's boobs were only a little pendulous, and all of Arthur's friends had fantasized about motor-boating them at least once.
But alas, Arthur was too high from the adrenaline rush from killing his sister to notice his mom had talked to him, so he headed out the front door while Jane sighed, wishing she had slept with Alan Powers a year or two ago when she had the chance.
Once outside, Arthur was met by Sue Ellen Armstrong. She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a blue short sleeve blouse and green skirt.
"Look what I can do!" She said and lifted her shirt. This revealed and exposed the boobs of her breasts, which was a tastey treat for Arthur's eyes as they looked like a pair of tits on a woman's chest. (Try and figure out why)
"Wow, awesome!" He smiled.
"Thanks." Sue Ellen smiled as she lowered her shirt, "Sorry my boobs aren't quite as big as your mom's."
"That's ok," replied Arthur, "They're definitely perkier."
Sue Ellen hugged him warmly, saying, "You're a good friend."
"So are you." He hugged back, thinking about how pink her nipplee were.
The two of them walked down the street until they came upon the Powers family ice cream shop.
Buster, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and black jeans, burst out the door, shouting, "God damn bastard!"
"What's wrong, Buster?" Asked Arthur.
"It's Alan! He keeps insisting that the moon landing was real!" Buster scowled while noticing that he could see the shape of Sue Ellen's nipples through her shirt, which calmed him down a little.
Arthur said nothing as he knew there was no point in arguing with Buster.
"But in order to land on the moon," the bunny boy continued, "it would have to be a solid object in the first place!"
"He probably thinks the sun is round, too." Arthur said dryly.
"I know, right?" Replied Buster, "But we can't look at the sun, so there's no need for it to be round, like your boobs, Sue Ellen."
"Thank you for noticing." She smiled.
"You got it, babe!" Buster winked back.
Just then, Alan (who was wearing boring clothes because he is a nerd) came out of the ice cream shop, saying, "Buster! I figured out a way I could prove it to you."
Buster sighed before saying, "All right, but you've only got one more shot at this before I send more hate mail to NASA."
The four of them went inside the shop and behind the counter. "Ok," Alan began, "I wanna use your ass as an example of the earth."
Buster rolled his eyes, layed face down on the counter, and pulled down his pants & briefs.
Alan then handed him a tablet, saying, "This is the feed from the microscopic camera I've implanted onto this termite." He then used a pair of tweezers to place said termite onto Buster's round, white boy buttocks. "If your ass is the earth, then imagine your butt crack is the Grand Canyon."
"Okay." Buster replied as Sue Ellen bit her lip.
Buster watched from the termite's point of view as Alan then put one scoop each of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream on his behind, saying, "These represent Mount Everest, Mount Kilimanjaro, and Mount Saint Helen."
"Okay." Buster said as Sue Ellen licked her lips.
Alan then drizzled some chocolate syrup onto the gluteal globe, saying, "And this represents the Mississippi River."
"Okay." Buster replied as Sue Ellen's panties got damp.
"Now, if you look at your butt from the perspective of the termite, it looks flat." Alan explained, "But if you turn around at look at your butt directly, it's round.'
Buster looked back at his ass and exclaimed, "You're right! So I guess this means that the reason the earth doesn't look round is because it's actually bigger than us."
"Exactly." Alan snapped his fingers.
"But wait," Buster furrowed his brow, "we were talking about the moon landing."
"I know," Alan replied, "I only did this because I made a wager with Sue Ellen that I could serve her an ice cream sunday from someone's ass."
"... What?"
Arthur was about to chime in and ask if Sue Ellen needed a spoon when she suddenly thrusted her face into the ass cream sunday before her and went to town. Instead, he turned to Alan and asked, "So how much did you bet on this?"
The bear blushed slightly and said, "Let's just say-"
"Giving head without expecting any back!" Sue Ellen interrupted with a burp, chocolate and ice cream on her face. She then grabbed Alan by the hand and led him into the back room, only to lead him right back out.
"I forgot," she explained as she removed his lower garments, "There's a certain way I imagined doing this."
She groped his junk and got him hard before taking him by the cock to the back room.
Arthur heard Sue Ellen say, "Mr. Powers, you ARE a big boy!"
Curious if Sue Ellen was just being polite or if what he had heard about African-American men was true, Arthur peeked into the back and saw that, indeed, Alan's cock was a notable size. Not quite like what you would see in porn, but enough to make the aardvark a little envious.
When Alan noticed him, he smiled and shrugged.
Arthur, being the good friend that he was, smiled and gave a thumbs-up back as Sue Ellen used her lips and tongue on Alan's cock like she did on the ass cream sunday he made for her.
Arthur went back to Buster and saw that he was fast asleep.
The aardvark rolled his eyes and used a napkin to wipe the remains of the ice cream from his friend's butt the best he could. He then tried to wake the bunny up by giving him a good, hard smack on the ass but it was no use. Buster was too tired from using his single-celled brain to argue about the moon being a hologram to wake up.
Arthur shook his head and unfolded a napkin, placing it on Buster's bunny butt. The napkin, not his head.
He then made his way out of the ice cream shop. Now, the only sounds there beside the shitty music were Buster's snoring, Sue Ellen's slurping, and Alan's moans of ecstasy.
Sue Ellen's tongue and lips danced all over the head of Alan's penis until finally she was ready to engulf it in her mouth.
Alan wanted to close his eyes and lean his head back, but he didn't want to miss out on the sight of his awesome bear penis going into her adorable cat mouth.
He tried running his fingers through her bright orange hair, but it was too curly, so he just kept his hands on his hips.
The feline kept bobbing her head while she got a cone and put a scoop of chocolate ice cream on it. It may not have made sense that she could do this in the back room, but she knew the app on my phone that I'm using to write this was such a fucking P.O.S. that it was better to have a continuity error than bother trying to edit the scene.
"Uhh, S-Sue Ellen?" Alan asked.
The feline kept sucking his cock and looked up into the ursine's eyes as he spoke, "Please tell Arthur I lasted longer than... THIS!!"
Understanding what he meant, she used her cat-like reflexes to rake his cock out of her mouth, hold the ice cream cone in front of it, and jerk him to victory.
Alan yelled out as he shot rope after rope of cum onto the ice cream. It didn't take the semen long to cool to the temperature of the ice cream, so now Sue Ellen had a chocolate cone with DNA as a topping.
Having a strong work ethic, she made sure jerk every single last drop of cum out of his dick and onto the ice cream before eating it.
Alan grinned as he watched Sue Ellen consumed the ice cum cone. The chocolate overpowered the taste of the semen without letting the nutritional value of the semen go to waste.
Or it was a weird fetish thing, I don't know.
Not knowing why he even left home in the first place, Arthur headed back to the Read residence. Upon entering, he went to the living room and was met with the sight on his naked mother on all fours, with Slink penetrating her from behind.
"Slink! Arthur asked, "Why are you fucking my mom?!"
"Well," Slink replied without slowing the pace of his thrusting, "your grandma was a little busy."
Arthur went into the kitchen and saw grandma Thora on the floor sixty-nining Binky Barns. Arthur resisted the urge to gag at the sight of Binky naked and went back into the living room.
With her eyes rolled back into her head, Mrs. Read said, "Hnnnngg, you know it's not too late to-UHG! Join us."
Arthur looked at her big, heavy mom-tits swinging wildly and shrugged before standing in front of her and pulling down his pants. Jane rubbed her face on his junk for a few moments before he stepped back and pulled his pants back up. "I can't!" He exclaimed, "It's too awkward."
"Arthur," his mom scolded, "we've both-AH!-secretly wanted this for a while now."
"But I can't get off with Slink's dumb-looking haircut in front of me!"
Upon hearing this, Slink asked, "What do you mean dumb-looking?!" And pulled out of the milf before him, despite the fact he had begun to climax. As his cock sprung free, he ejaculated, covering Mrs. Read's ass and back, and even getting a couple of squirts on Arthur's six-pack.
Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes, but Jane's motherly instinct to keep her son clean kicked in, so she pulled him close and licked Slink's jizz off his abs.
"Man, you ruined my orgasm!" Slink complained, "Now we have to start all over again!"
"I'm sorry, Slink," Jane explained as she got up off the floor, still facing Arthur, "but clearly, you lack the dedication to properly please a milf such as myself."
"You mean a GRAND milf." Arthur smiled.
Jane smiled back, but it made no difference as his eyes were glued to her grand milf tits.
"I guess I'll just have to use a vegetable to pleasure myself." She said before leaving the living room. But instead of going to the kitchen, she went down into the basement where her comatose husband was.
"It's not like this will be any less exciting than when he was awake." She mumbled to herself.
Arthur went to his room, leaving Slink in the living room, naked and defeated.
Once Jane was in the basement, she found her husband face down on the floor. On his bed were Molly Macdonald and Rattles Ciccone, making out. I'm not going to describe the clothes they were wearing, because they were going to come off soon.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" Jane exclaimed questioningly.
"What's it look like we're doing, bitch?" Molly asked.
Jane winced as the disrespect in the air burned her sinuses. She tried to slap Molly, but she couldn't reach her, so she kicked her husband to vent her frustrations.
"Molly, go upstairs right now." Jane ordered, "I'm going to fuck Rattles."
The gray bear smiled where as the white bunny glared and asked, "Why the hell should I let you fuck Rattles?"
"So long as you're in MY house you will follow MY rules. And if Rattles doesn't give me his dick, the only other options I have right now are my husband, who's in a coma and Arthur, who's my son."
Just then, David began to stir and mumbled, "Actually Jane, I think I'm-"
"Shutup, David." Jane interrupted and kicked him in the head, knocking him back into his coma.
Already wet from making out with Rattles, Molly's pussy didn't get any drier at the prospect of Mrs. Read fucking her son. However, Molly figured Arthur to be a total virgin and thought it would be safer for him legally if his first time wasn't with his mom.
So after giving Rattles one more tongue-included-kiss, she went upstairs.
As Jane climbed on top of Rattles, he said, "You know, Mrs. Read, I am Italian."
"Oh?" She asked.
The bear hesitated for a second before answering, "I don't actually know what difference it makes. But it got Molly turned on."
The two started making out vigorously, which led to a sequence of events that involved Rattles squeezing and sucking her boobs; his clothes coming off; and her riding his hard, Italian dick like a pogo stick.
Once Molly made it to Arthur's room, she burst in, startling Arthur, who was on his bed naked, browsing porn on his phone. She closed the door behind herself and approached his bed, putting her hands on her hips.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Arthur asked, as he stood up. He decided not to bother to cover himself as he had a boner and she deserved to see it. Depending on if she liked it or not, this would be either a punishment for rudely busting in or a reward for trusting him enough to see him naked. Either way, she deserved to see it, and it would be a shame to let a good boner go to waste without someone at least getting to see it.
"I'm here to claim what's mine." Molly answered with a smirk.
Confused, Arthur had a look of confusion on his face.
Molly used both of her hands to get a firm grip on both his cock and his balls.
"Ah!" Arthur exclaimed as Molly pulled him close, asking, "Are you going to be a good boy for mommy?"
"I don't know," he sighed, "I'm not sure if either of us are completely ready to go through with the incest thing."
"I meant me." Molly clarified, her tone as firm as her grip on his white-boy aardvark genitalia, "I'm gonna make you my bitch, four eyes."
Arthur hesitated, saying, "I thought you gave up bullying years ago."
She slapped him, "Mommy doesn't like you ruining her role-play!"
"Ohhh, I mean, yes mommy."
"That's better." She grinned and pushed him back onto bed, which caused a cracking sound.
"Please tell me that wasn't your back." She winced.
"It was the bed." He replied. This provided the most relief she had ever felt whilst taking off her clothes. Her tits weren't as big as his mom's, but none of the tits he had seen outside of porn were. But her round, white mounds were still a welcome sight.
As she got on the bed and mounted him, they heard Mrs. Read from the basement through the ventilation system, yelling, "OH! You being Italian really does make a difference!"
As Molly started to ride Arthur, she shouted at the vent in the floor, "Yeah? Well, your son's getting some good, Irish pussy!" Molly put her hands on Arthur's chest and picked up her pace while he groped her fleshy, Irish chest-mounds.
Then they heard Jane from the vent again, "You will not out fuck me in my own home, young lady!"
Rattles savored the sight of Jane's big motherly boobs bouncing as she hopped on his cock like a mother fucker, even though technically he was the mother fucker and she was the boytoy fucker.
"I bet I can make my boy cum first!" Molly yelled as she started riding Athur hard and fast. She then moved his hands from her tits to her hips so he could behold the awesomeness of her boobs bouncing.
Arthur was grateful that his mom was doing something to improve his sex life.
"Like hell you will!" Jane growled. She leaned forward so that her boobs were in Rattles' face and twerked her ass fast and furiously.
Rattles pulled her close so that his face was buried in her boobs, her hard nipples poking his cheeks.
As the boys continued to be ridden, their ballsacks tightened until finally their cocks exploded with semen and pleasure. This being Arthur's first time, it happened to him a few moments sooner, and he yelled, "I'm cumming!"
"Nooooo!!!" yelled Jane, "I mean, good for you sweetie, mommy's very proud of yooooo OH GOD!" Mrs. Read had finally made a touchdown on the football field of pleasure.
Not long after, Molly also jumped off the diving board into the sea of genita bliss.
Both of them screamed loud enough that I'm pretty sure Mr. Read could hear them in his coma.
The ladies stopped and rolled over onto their sides. Unfortunately the bed Jane and Rattles were on was so thin that she fell off and landed on her husband. She was so exhausted from the Italian-ursine sex however, that she didn't care.
Rattles got up and got dressed, saying, "I'm in the mood for ice cream!" He then headed up stairs, past Slink who was still sulking naked in the living room, and out to the Powers' ice cream shop.