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Marge Russell pulled the wet clothes out of the front load washer. One towel fought her, caught on something inside. She knelt on the floor and poked her head inside. She saw the snag. In the back of the tub, the towel was stuck. She reached her arms in and squeezed her head and shoulders in. It was a tight fit, her skin scraping against the opening, but she finally managed to work her arms past her shoulders into the drum of the washer.

The inside was dark, but she had just enough light to see the problem. After some time tugging and working at the towel, she managed to loosen it and moved to pull herself out of the washer.

The problem now was that the small hole wouldn't let her out. Her shoulders were too wide. No matter how she shifted her body or moved her arms, she couldn't find a way to pull herself out.

"Fuck!" she shouted. She immediately regretted this as the sound reverberated around her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She whispered this time.

Thoroughly stuck, head and shoulders inside her washer, she had to laugh at the silliness of her situation. It was something straight out of a porn movie. 'What are you doing step-sister, are you stuck?' The porn cliche was well-known, a private pleasure of hers. She thought it was highly amusing, and arousing that she was now living the reality of it.

She struggled some more, hoping that she could work herself out. But, to no avail. No matter how she shifted her body or her shoulders, she wasn't going anywhere.

Bent over, her head and shoulders inside the washer, her ass swayed under her dress with her efforts. If her daughter or son saw her like this, she knew she'd just die of embarrassment.

Her favorite video played in her head. The buxom young porn starlet kneeling in front of a washing machine, 'stuck' inside. 'What are you doing step-brother?' when her stepbrother finds her and begins fondling the helpless woman.

In her favorite porn, the hunky step-brother with the large cock finds his step-sister. Sometimes in the washer, sometimes under the bed, and the always ridiculous hand stuck in the couch, but of course, they weren't really stuck. He has his way with her, peeling off her pants and panties, in a ruse to help her. "You are really stuck, step-sister. I know what, how about I fuck you loose?" Totally silly, but also really fucking hot. Being taken advantage of when she couldn't resist him turned her on.

Unbidden, the image of her son popped into her head. She'd seen him look at her. She knew that he thought he was being sneaky looking down her top, or looking at her ass as she walked by him. But she knew exactly what he was thinking. Because she was thinking the same thing as she looked at him. She wore the tops that would allow him peeks at her cleavage and the tightest yoga pants she could find that lifted and separated her ass cheeks for him to stare at.

He'd matured into a handsome, hunky guy. As a footballer, he was the spitting image of his father when he was in college, lean and tall. More than once she'd guiltily rubbed her pussy to orgasm while she imagined what he did with the cheerleaders that always draped themselves over him after games. Surely he was giving those little sluts the pounding they wanted, that she knew they begged him for. She watched them, jealously remembering what it was like to snag the star player for a pounding in the back of his car.

Her fantasy morphed into her son finding her, stuck somewhere, like the washing machine. She was getting more excited by the moment. The thought of him fucking her where she couldn't get away, and she had to take what he gave her. A moan escaped her lips. If she could touch herself, she'd make herself cum so many times...nothing like the disappointing hookups she had found using apps.

She'd seen him enough times around the house with an erection that he seemed to barely try to hide from her, almost as if he was trying to tempt his mother.

Stuck here in the washer, she was dripping wet thinking of his cock ravishing her while she couldn't do anything to stop him.

The cold metal of the machine pressed against her breasts through her thin dress. Her nipples, almost painfully erect, rubbed the metal as she moved. She wished she could reach them to stimulate herself.

Thankfully the towel that had gotten stuck was in the washer with her. She was able to bunch it up under her head for a makeshift damp pillow.

She soon drifted to sleep and dreamt of her son finding her. The front door slamming shut woke her.

"Help!" she yelled. The yell deafened her, but her daughter, Jane, rushed in.

"Oh my god." Jane Russell looked at the sight before her. She laughed out loud at her mother's predicament.

"Jane, help me. I'm stuck. I need you to get me out of here."

"How did you get yourself stuck in there?" Jane watched her mother's ass shake as she struggled to extricate herself again from the hole in the washing machine.

"I was trying to get a towel out that was snagged, but I got stuck."

"OMG, mom, it's like something out of a porn." Jane chuckled.

"Help Me," she cried desperately.

"Okay, let me try." Jane grabbed Marge's hips and pulled. "Mom, I'm going to pull. Put your arms straight ahead."

"Aghhh! Stop, stop! My arms are stuck. I can't get past my shoulders.

Jane surveyed the situation. Her mother with her head in the washer. She'd always enjoyed looking at her mother, though she'd never acted on it. She never imagined that she'd ever be able to do anything with her. Her own nighttime frigging frequently involved fantasies of her mother laying between her legs eating her to multiple orgasms.

Even at 40, her mother was a smoke show. Her girlfriends teased her about having the hottest mom of any of them. Even though she acted like they were crazy, she agreed with them. Jane hoped she'd be as hot as her mom at her age.

Jane pulled again and stopped when Marge screamed. She reached in and felt her situation.

"Yeah, you're really stuck in there." Jane sat back and thought for a moment. "You know, I've thought of you. A lot. You walk around teasing Jimmy with your big ass, and your big tits in your loose tops. Your nipples poking through your top, teasing him." Her hands reached around and held the hanging breasts. Marge's nipples quickly hardened from Jane's fingers caressing. "You tease me too, Mom."

Marge moaned at her daughter's contact. She had no idea that Jane thought of her that way. She'd never acted in any way to entice her daughter.

"No bra. Jesus, Mom, your nips are so hard." Jane squeezed and pulled on her mother's hard nipples through her thin dress, causing her to moan. The sensations sent electrical shocks to her clit.

Jane knelt down and lifted Marge's dress over her ample bottom. Her pussy was wet and her lips were swollen with excitement. "Oh, you little tramp Mom, no underwear?"

"I was low on panties and needed to wash them. I didn't think I'd get stuck in this damn machine."

"Okay, okay," Jane chuckled. Her Mother's ass enticed the younger woman. Her mother could fill out a pair of jeans. She rubbed her hands all over the fleshy mounds, enjoying the feeling of caressing them.

Marge jerked her hips when she felt the fingers slide along her nether lips. "Jane, please...," she said plaintively.

"You don't like that?"

"No, it's not that. I feel so vulnerable like this. Like you could do anything to me, and I couldn't stop you."

Fingers spread her lips open, and Jane's hot breath blew on her moist pussy. "Unghh."

"Mom, have you ever been with a woman before?"

"Uhm, I don't want to talk about it."

Fingers caressed her clit. "Tell me about it."

She sighed and said, "I was in college and I had a crush on this girl. She was cute and so petite. But she wasn't like that. She had a boyfriend and I couldn't work up the nerve to tell her."

"What happened?" The fingers danced along her lips, teasing and arousing. They slipped in and out of her opening. Just long enough to tease, not enough to satisfy.

"Uhmm, Mmmm."

"Yes," Jane asked.

"Nothing happened, I chickened out." Marge dropped her head onto the wet towel. "I couldn't tell her how I felt." Her voice was barely audible to her daughter. "I met your dad and we started dating..."

The fingers stopped. "Did you ever tell her?"

"No. I was afraid." Marge's voice was small. "Afraid to ruin our friendship."

Marge felt a kiss on her back. "I'm not afraid, Mom. I've wanted to be with you for a while now. I play with myself at night and wish you were with me. Between my legs, licking me, fingering me." Jane hugged her mother as best as she could when one of them was stuck half in a washing machine and kneeling on the floor.

Marge felt Jane's body lift up.

Her fingers explored her mother's pussy. She ran her tongue along her mother's slick slit.

"Oh god, Jane. Keep doing that." Jane ran her tongue up and down her mother's pussy. The fragrance was turning her on like nothing else had.

"This is what I imagine you doing to me, Mom. I lay in bed and fantasize about your tongue on my pussy, eating me out."

Marge moaned from her daughter's tongue on her and from the confession. Her college roommate was a long lost cause, but knowing that her daughter thought of her the same way was incredibly arousing.

Before long, Jane brought her mother to orgasm by tickling her sensitive clit with the tip of her tongue. She sat back to catch her breath for a moment.

"Okay, let's see if we can get you out of there." Jane ran her hands along her mother's body.

"Stop that, you're tickling me!" Marge exclaimed, her body jerking away, or trying to at any rate.

"Hehehe, sorry." Not sorry.

Jane poked her head in the hole, sliding along Marge's back. "What are you doing?"

"I want a better look." Jane turned her head and it slipped right in. "Okay, it looks like your arms are stuck, that's why you can't get out."

"Seriously, Jane? I told you that already. Did you not believe me?"

Jane didn't have an answer for that. "Maybe we can turn you or something, I'll pop out and we'll try it."

"Okay."

Jane moved to pull her head out. She struggled a bit and went still. "What are you waiting for?" Marge asked.

Jane laughed nervously. "This is kind of embarrassing--"

"You're stuck, aren't you? Damn it, Jane now we're double stuck. Is your phone handy?"

"No, it's in the kitchen."

"Great. Just great."

****

Jimmy opened the door and tossed the pizza and his keys on the kitchen table. "Jane, you around?"

He heard muffled sounds from the laundry room.

What a sight to see. His younger sister was laying on top of their mom, both of their heads inside the washer. Jane was straddling her mom, with just her head inside the washer. His mother though, she was in past her shoulders.

He took a moment to look from all angles and enjoy the view. His mother's pussy was bare and wet, while Jane was still wearing her pants. It was like a double burger stack of hot incestuous flesh.

"What do we have here, ladies?" He asked their asses.

"Jimmy, oh good you're here. We're stuck," his mom said, muffled by their bodies in the small opening. He leaned close to hear.

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious." He chuckled. "What's not obvious is why."

Jane's muffled voice said, "Well, Mom got stuck trying to get a towel out, and then I got my head stuck trying to help her out."

"Hmm, okay. I guess I can see that. But why is Mom hanging out in the open? How did that help her out?"

The silence was deafening. Neither answered.

"I mean, she's dripping wet." He slid his finger along his mother's wet slit and licked his fingers. She tasted good.

She shivered and shrieked at the contact. "Jimmy!"

He felt his sister's pussy, her dampness evident through her leggings. "You're pretty wet too, sis."

She giggled. "I might have had a snack before getting into this situation."

He leaned in close to the opening. "Mom, you look good enough to eat. Mind if I have a taste?"

She hesitated. "There's not much I can do about it, is there?"

"Just want to be sure. Jane, you cool with this?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Alright." He knelt behind his sister and pulled her leggings and thong down. Both were exposed to him now. His sister's pussy lips were open and dripping her excitement onto Mom's back. Marge's pussy was more of an innie style, hidden under her smoothly shaved outer lips, like a soft clam.

"Oh god." Marge moaned. Jimmy licked along her slit swirling along her lips until he reached her clit.

He positioned himself behind his mother, his cock pointing to where he came from, wanting to go back. Slowly he pushed into his mom, her warmth swallowing him.

"Oh fuck, Jimmy." Held in place by her daughter on her back, she couldn't move. Her son pressed into her, filling her like she had rarely been filled. He picked up speed, fucking his mother like his life depended on it. Her pussy gripped and massaged his cock as he slid in and out. It wasn't anything that he'd felt from the girls his age. Before long, he felt himself on the edge of orgasm. "Oh god, Mom, I'm going to cum." Before she could respond, his cock spurted into his mother, filling her with his seed. He pulled out and his cum spilled out of her, sliding down her leg. He reached for a towel and wiped the worst of it off his mom.

He sat down to catch his breath and just looked at his mother and sister for a minute.

"Jimmy, call her 'step-sister'," Jane said.

"Jane, what are you doing?" Marge hissed.

He caught his sister's meaning right away. "What are you doing step-sis? Are you stuck in the washer?" He laughed at the cliche. "Maybe if I pull on you, I can get you loose?"

"No, don't!" Both women yelled.

He felt around inside, feeling Jane's head. "I think I can get you out. Just have to position you the right way. Here we go." He reached his hand in and turned her head to the side and guided her out. The tight opening resisted letting her go, but she finally came free and fell back. Brother and sister landed on the floor. Jane ended up face-down on her brother. His still-hard cock pressed against her belly, telling her exactly how interested he was in her.

"Jimmy, it's so big, and you're still hard," she whispered.

"It's because you are so sexy."

"You get hard for any girl you see."

"Not true, just the hot ones. Why do you think I'm always walking around the house with a boner in my shorts? You and Mom parade around me looking so good and fuckable."

She slid her body up until her brother's cock nestled against her pussy lips. As excited as she was, she felt like any single move she made would impale her on him. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. She saw the same lust in his eyes that she was feeling.

"I didn't know you think I'm hot. I thought you just liked Mom."

He kissed his sister and lifted his hips and slipped inside her. The head of her brother's penis was inside her, and she wanted more. Sliding down, she felt him invade her.

"Jane, you feel amazing," he said, quietly.

Unable to speak, she moved up and down on him, his wonderful cock slid in and out. He joined in and pressed himself even deeper into her, filling her.

Inside the washer, Marge listened as her children explored each other. The sound of them fucking each other was turning her on, her arousal dripped down her legs.

"Fuck me, Jimmy. Fill me with your hard cock!" She squealed as he rolled her over, his cock remaining firmly implanted in her tight pussy. His weight pressed down on her.

Slowly at first, he stroked his cock in and out of his sister, her warm depth taking him in. Before long, he was pounding away, as if he was angry at the world, singlemindedly fucking his sister on the floor of the laundry room, while their mother squirmed in nearby. She held onto him as his hips pistoned in and out, filling her like she'd never been filled by anyone before.

It wasn't long before he tensed and his motion became erratic. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in me. I want to feel it." His cock pushed as far as it would go, filling her completely, and he shot his incestuous sperm into her. She was no stranger to sex, but this was the most fulfilling encounter she'd ever had.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto Jane, taking her breath away. She held onto him as he breathed in and out, his hot breath on her shoulder. Their sweat mingled together.

"Jimmy, you need to get up now."

"Oh shit, sorry," he said, only now realizing that he must be heavy on top of her. He scrambled up and pulled her to her feet. He leaned against the wall, his sweaty back sticking. He held his sister to him, wrapped in his arms. Her cheek rested on his chest.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you did I? I kind of lost it there."

She smiled and chuckled. "It's okay. I may be sore later, but I'm happy now." She looked over at the washing machine. "We should try to get mom out of there."

"Yeah. Let's do this."

They knelt down on either side of their mother. Both of them manipulated her arms to get her free. After a few minutes of this, and some 'accidental' fondling of her hanging breasts, they managed to free her from the small opening.

"Mom, let's look at the damage," Jane said. She unbuttoned the front of the dress and pulled it off her mother's shoulders. "Ooh, that looks nasty." An angry red line circled around her chest and back. "How does it feel?" Jane touched it gingerly, tracing her finger along it.

Marge touched the line, feeling it. "It's not too bad. My shoulders ache more from how they were positioned, and from my son pulling on me!" She poked Jimmy in the chest as she said it.

He had the grace to be embarrassed. "Sorry, Mom."

She pulled him to her, hugging him. "I forgive you." Both of them felt her nipples pressing into his chest.

She looked up at him with a smile. "I guess that says enough."

"Jimmy, I think we should pamper Mom, and take care of her. What do you think?"

"Yeah, good idea. Come on, Mom, let's get you cleaned up and we'll take care of you tonight."

"Come here, both of you." She hugged both of her children to her, the naked bodies of all three pressing to each other.

They retired to their mother's bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.