Incestuous hareem
Chapter Two : battering Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's pussy clenched on my shaft as we stood in my dormer window window of my noodle bedroom peering down at her backyard. From my windowpane, our backyards, side-by-side, could both be seen. Melody shivered, letting out a gasping, sighing moan as we watched in cushion at our mothers kissing.

Our mothers. babe. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both older cleaning woman in Bikini catching the concluding rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed aunt Vicky with cacoethes, her hand sliding down my aunt 's cervix to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it take down and glower to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Christ H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my first cousin 's round of golf breasts."I ... I ..."

"I know,"Melody said, squirming, stirring her hot pussy around on my cock.

This was not how I expected my Friday night to go. My cousin and I were best Friend, and for the last yr we had been kissing cousin. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mother, for some grounds, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather playact war or violent video games than with dolls. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't show off it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a foreign dream where my utterly dad berated me for letting the family fall apart after his last six calendar month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious mind. tonal pattern and I had been scared to subscribe the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank car top and no bra, I knew it was fourth dimension. I was bold, confident.

I claimed her and popped her cherry red and we both came so hard.

melodic line wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the family back in stemma. To be the man and testify my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and melodic line 's jr. sister who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"auntie Cheryl 's hand is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"air gasped, her slit clenching down on my peter again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the cum from our first fucking. I had n't even thought about using protection. We were both virgins, so no risk of disease, but I could still cook her pregnant.

The idea of line carrying my child made my dick throbbing harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's paw pushed down the red top, exposing aunty Vicky 's bosom. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was hard to see details from my third floor window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my putz into my cousin 's pussycat, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

melody groaned, her pelvis shifting, moving, matching the slow rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her puss while my head boiled with inquiry. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped strain."Sleeping with each former. Since Uncle Hilary Clinton died ?"

"Maybe,"I groaned."Maybe my mom turned to her babe after my dad died."

"And she 's always spending the night,"air gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's drink job. That she was passing out in my mom 's bedroom but ..."

"damn,"I groaned, my strokes picking up, my balls smacking into her flesh.

"Clint,"she moaned, my digit rolling her hard nipple while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde haircloth covering her neck."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of aunty Vicky, the span kissing harder as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as auntie Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her profane bikini bottoms."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin 's tight cunt, savoring the warmth around me. My breakwater smacked into her ass with every CVA. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the olfactory sensation of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

auntie Vicky 's manus went into my mom 's bikini hindquarters, finger digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's pelvis moved, humping against her sis like I had seen women do in porn.

"Shoot,"Melody groaned."Oh, shoot, Clint, this is ... This is so hot."

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."piece of tail me harder. Press me against the windowpane and just pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so a good deal. I loved sharing this wild here and now with her, our bod slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My right helping hand abandoned her tit, sliding down her two-dimensional tum, feeling her brawniness ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the passion in my testis, bringing them tight and nigher to boil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and aunt Vicky 's deal working beneath the blue bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin. We were n't making have sex like our first gear sentence on my bed. We were fucking. Our lustfulness were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"air moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so waste. Oh, geez. Oh, clit, this is so hot."

"Fucking A it is,"I growled."I 'm going to cum again."

"Do it,"she hissed."Cum in me while we watch our female parent be dirty lesbians. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our female parent are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, orchis smacking hard into her the pleasure rippling through my physical structure as I drew closer and closer to an orgasm, my finger's breadth dancing on her clit."They 're keeping it in the sept. Just like us."

strain bucked in my coat of arms. Her pussy spasmed on my gumshoe. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breathing space fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."Dump your cum in your cousin 's hole. Our mothers love incest and so do I."

I slammed into her spasming snatch. I savored the hot, silky bod massaging my dick. It boiled around me, made me shudder and moan. The room spun about me. I could n't believe this was happening. My mother and aunty Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... baby ...

"shit !"I grunted as my cum exploded from my dick.

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, prohibited pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a infant in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, joy thrusting into my brain with every burst of cum bursting from my cock. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clench dentition, my delight peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in intimation, my psyche dizzy from the joy. From the bang of fucking Melody and watching our mothers. line trembled in my coat of arms. I took recondite breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her vertebral column and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

"Clint,"she sighed."Oh, Clint, that was great. I love this. Love you."

"Love you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling auntie Vicky to her understructure. Her white meat were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of sight. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's bedroom to crap love.

"SOB,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my weapon system, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her cycle breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my cervix. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazelnut tree eyes."You want to fuck your mom, do n't you ? Like your dad told you to in the dream."

I shifted, staring into her eyes. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, melodic line had indicated she would induce a triad with me. She would do what I wanted. My hired hand slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

"Yes,"I said."I want to fuck my mom. And yours."

"And Zoey ?"

I pictured my older sis, just turned twenty, wearing her tight jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her body built like a brick house—a organic structure she inherited from Mom. Huge tits, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"Melody shivered as she mentioned her younger Sister, Lee.

"I 'd rather bend her over my knee joint and spank that ass for all the shit she does,"I growled, my dick twitching. Lee was a sexy, if immature, eighteen-year-old.

"And what about sinless Alicia ?"air asked, her voice breathy."So petite and lowly and serenity. Do you opine she heard us down in her room while reading her books ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big sidekick to teach her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the warmth in her spokesperson while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my idea. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so quiet, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's last, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"line moaned, grinding her hips."Does that make you heavily ?"

"It 's getting me there,"I groaned, staring into my cousin 's eyes."You naughty prickteaser. What have you been masturbating to ?"

"Me and you,"she bit her brim."Others. With us."

"fucking,"I panted."You desire me to eff my mom, do n't you ? You want to help me seduce her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again."You want to share our family with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes astray."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same time. I 'm your little girl, Clint. Yours."Her helping hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left hand breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little tyke. And if you want early women than ... than ..."

"You want to delight me,"I grinned."You 're going to please me."

"Yes,"she moaned, my cock aching intemperately as I squeezed her breasts. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to bet on orgasms. And once a few workweek ago when air was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to fuck my mom."

"And I know just how,"air purred as she pushed me back, her mitt grabbing my wet cock as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

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Melody Samuels

I was so turned on rightfulness now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl necking and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the vertex of masturbation—thoughts of other fair sex, wondering what it would be like to osculate a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted other women. I wanted former women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our family line. Clint was the man now in both our sept. My father, the spermatozoan giver, had abandoned Mom when I was only an baby, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a twelvemonth and a few months apart. So Uncle Bill Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handwork around our sign, often with Clint as his prentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle Bill Clinton who spanked us.

Just like he spanked Clint and his sisters when they misbehaved.

His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty sister, would assist put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to realize it. deal those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belt grummet and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our family relationship to the following level. I did n't care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would designate him.

"What 's your plan ?"Clint asked as I knelt before him in the distance between his bed and the window, the sloping attic roof over our pass.

I seized his dick, wet with my pussy. I could smell the sweet musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Saturdays now."

"She 's hung over,"Clint grunted, not pleased his mom started drinking after Uncle Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow dayspring with her debate club."I took a long, slow lick up his cock, savoring my pussycat succus on him. His shaft thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average pecker. I really did n't have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And ?"Clint groaned, his hefty chest wavelet as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink crownwork of his dick.

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much vigor to appease in the home. Your sister will be in this household. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot consistency for a womanhood her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as dear as they did when I was ancient.

"Fuck, melodic phrase,"groaned Clint."And we just pounce on her ?"

"Yes. Just fill her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The Saame chiseled mentum and inviolable bodies, the Saami sour hair and commanding eyes.

"And you 're going to serve. You 're going to be there, enjoying her."Clint seized my hair's-breadth, his fist tangling in the curls. He forced my mouth down his shaft.

I gasped as his tool popped into my oral cavity. He grunted, my teeth scraping his shaft, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my dentition. I had talked to friends at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would get going, me sucking him, easing into incest.

But now I was blowing him with two scads of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

"Shit, melodic line,"he groaned."That 's prissy. I 've wanted you to squander me for so long."

I wanted to answer him, but his hired man was on my head, directing me, taking complaint. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in thrill, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was sexy and within reason.

My cunt clenched. My cousin-german 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my mussy flesh. I was so wet and pasty. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to palpate if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my cunt was n't so tight, but opened by his hammer. I pushed into my sheepfold and did n't feel my hymen. No membrane of peel, replete of little hollow, covered the ingress to my snatch. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim bit of woodwind instrument over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my fingers into my pussy without obstruction. They were n't as heavyset as Clint 's dick, but it felt so hot working them into my sloppy flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his cock while I probed my pussycat, feeling the silky walls.

Clint had loved these silky wall on his cock.

"We 're going to bang my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hired hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the merely true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Hilary Clinton felicitous. Alicia, Clint 's younger sister, was the next closest with light-brown hair's-breadth."We 're going to get it on her and collapse her what she needs."

I wanted to groan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my cock into my mom 's cunt. prick, that 's the kitty that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so heavily. And then you 're going to solve her pussy clean and jerk of my cum. A creampie. tinker's dam, I love that type of porn."

My eyes widened. Porn was the one thing Clint had never talked to me about, always growing embarrassed that I knew he watched it—what nineteen-year-old boy did n't ? —and I had always wanted to know what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would solve all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would devour him. My finger's breadth made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like ? Some little girl said it was gross and pitter-patter it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a girl swallowed.

And I wanted to make Clint so happy. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"Shit,"Clint groaned."red cent, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, melodic line. I 'm going to cum again. My poor balls hurt, but I need to fire one last payload into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my finger. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my natural language. I was so tidal bore for him to push through into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the joy cross his brass as I ground the heel of my manus on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth opening night. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouthpiece. Salty and thick. It was a lilliputian bitterness. A heating plant rushed through me as I swallowed the initiatory load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The bit squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how distasteful this was. My pussy clenched so severely on my finger's breadth as I swallowed his final blast. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

"Oh, Clint,"I moaned, popping my oral cavity off his prick."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's cunt. I will devour aunt Cheryl !"

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's second joint spread wide, her pussy gaping clear from her son 's big tool fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depths, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my finger. I shoved them in deep, savoring the bliss while Clint watched me with hungry eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My joy peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my forefront on his lap.

He stroked my whisker."You are awesome, Melody,"he said."Damned awesome. I love you."

I smiled."Love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my sleeping accommodation to lavish off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thigh. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our passion qualification, her tit dimpling the night fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man 's jersey, and yet seeing the fille I loved wearing it made my cock twitch. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sis Alicia 's threshold on the way to the privy. I paused, picturing her in there, pocket-sized knocker jiggling, her petite organic structure palpitation, her fingerbreadth rubbing her virgin slit as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might let. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and view her jilling her twat, but tonal pattern pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't cause sex, my prick needed to convalesce after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with water supply and soap. The hot body of water heater lasted long, an advance Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three womanhood in the menage, hot body of water could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two slices before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even look at me, her eyes downcast the stallion time. I thought it might stimulate been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner party, line and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable television service channels.

We settled on a cheesy repugnance motion-picture show. It had several obligatory topless aspect that had Melody giggling at how thin the apology were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making love a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I did n't think of my dreams—no dad making an appearing telling me to bang every cleaning lady in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde pilus covering her face. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her naked ass.

"Mmm,"she purred, coming awake."Do you need me to take care of that ?"

"Just sunrise Grant Wood,"I told her."I have to pee."

"Oh,"she said, rubbing her ass back into me."And it 's not because your cousin has a great ass ?"

"Nope,"I grinned.

She rolled over, oculus flashing."Are you saying I do n't ingest a great ass ?"

I shrugged."Not why my cock 's hard."

"It 's an astonish ass, asshole ?"And she punched me, not hard, like she did when I teased her.

I smiled at her."fine, it 's an amazing ass."

"An ass you love,"she added, arching her eyebrows.

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her last."An ass I love. A great ass. Especially in those step-in you wore the other day. But ... I really have to pee."

"Me, too,"she said and kissed me.

Melody followed me into the lavatory. Which was a little weird and a piddling sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, irregular flooring bathroom, she perched on the sink, eye wide-eyed, eagre to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

"Never seen a guy pee before,"she shrugged as I pulled my peter out of my boxer. It was still half-hard."odd to see why you guys have got such bad aim and get piss everywhere."

"Sometimes it does n't pullulate out straight,"I shrugged."Especially after I masturbate. And when it 's raise, it 's hard to turn down it down and hit the bowl."

I relaxed my bladder and peed. She watched, peering preceding me as I hit the piddle and did n't get piss everywhere. I gave her another look."Are you into watersports, Melody ?"

"Like polo ?"she asked as my bladder drained.

"No, hoi polloi getting peed on or drinking it. the great unwashed are into that. You can receive it on the internet."

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

"well, you 're the one watching me,"I said as I finished, shaking my dick to get off the last few drops.

She slipped off the counter and pushed in front of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing strip of blonde leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me ? Or was it because every fille our age shaves her pussy these days.

She sat down on the crapper, and her flow splashed into the piss. My prick twitched. A lady friend was peeing in front man of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see things. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty smiling."I 'll let you wipe my pussy."

"I think you 're into watersports,"I grinned."I think you want me to pee on you."I shrugged."I 'll do it if you want."

"receipts,"she said, giving me a sharp punch to the stomach. Not hard, she never hit me concentrated. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, ineffective to resist saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her face as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to sop your sexy torso with pee ?"

Her heart widened. She licked her brim."I ... well ... I ..."She swallowed."If you ... wanted to ... I mean ..."

Then I burst into laugh, and she let out a salve sigh."Asshole. I really thought you were serious."

"And you really would have let me do it,"I grinned while my dick twitched. An thought wormed in the back of my mind.

"Yes,"she said, folding her arms before her."I just ... like it when you take billing. Okay ?"

"shuffling you wet ?"I grinned."Are you wet right now ?"

"I just peed. Of class I 'm wet. It 's why miss have to wipe afterward."She stood up, trembling.

"Your teat are backbreaking. And you would do anything I want. You would let me pee on you, and you would cum while masturbating, drenched in piss."I pinched her nipple through my jersey, my tool growing heavily for literal this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would bow to me, surrender to me voluntarily even if it was disgusting, humiliating. It was ... intoxicating."Say it."

"Yes,"she groaned."I would let you pee on me while masturbating. I would."Her cheeks were so red."I 'm your female child, Clint. You 're so hard. I can fellate your shaft right hand now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her mammilla harder, and her middle widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her brim."But I want to have sex my mom. She 's next doorway, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't disappoint her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her school principal."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a good son."Her manpower stroked my bureau."And you 're the man of the house. Both houses."

"You 're my little girl, melody. You are just as kinky and horny as I am. And I loved that. I love you."

Those three word of honor had such a marvelous effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me surd, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her chassis directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody 's pussy. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the toilet report up and down her shaved pussy sass. She was so wet, and not from her weewee. Her clit peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the john composition. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a prompt exhibitor. That was torture—my hawkshaw was so surd. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to Melody 's house, my cousin dressed in her dungaree and crocked tank top, me in my denim and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sisters did n't emerge from their sleeping room while we ate. Zoey had oeuvre finis night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her ledger. I pulled melodic line out the door with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so proscribed, but after last night, sleeping with my cousin-german than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the threshold with my key—Dad had changed the lock so the Sami key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"fountainhead, I do n't learn music from Lee 's room,"Melody said as we headed up the stairs."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second base hallway and staring at the door at the end. The master sleeping accommodation. My mom was in there, sleeping off her holdover and her night with her sis. My dick ached.

I marched down the hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a unattackable, sure-footed man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a frowzled bed, the purple sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, forgetful to the sunshine streaming through the windowpane. An empty box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her slope of the bed.

"olfactory sensation that,"Melody said, inhaling."Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my peter throbbing harder."Pull the covers off of her. I want to see my mom."

melodic line licked her mouth and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the storey. My first cousin and lover pulled back the sheets in a one jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde tomentum covered most of her face, the root word dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such verboten passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my dungaree and pugilist in a single motion, my dick bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her consistence against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

"Take her. cave in your mom what she needs,"she purred as she stroked my dick.

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slight twist of fear in my tum. This was n't the metre to be afraid. It was the clock time to be bluff. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking bass intimation as I smelled the scent of her spicy twat. There was something dry on her lips, a faint shininess of juices. My aunt 's kitty-cat. My shaft throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her hairsbreadth. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, skin smooth. She took caution of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My paw stroked down her cervix to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't have a go at it she had any tattoos. It was a circle with three letters in it, forming a Triangle. The letter C was on top with a s C and a V forming the bases.

I did n't care what it meant. I had my bridge player on her tit. I squeezed the large, gentle pillow. My fingers sank into her flesh as I pressed my lips against her rima oris, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my lips. Her hand moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My dick throbbed so surd as Melody, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's mouth kissed mine, strong and hard, not like my sister 's soft brim. A warm paw squeezed my breast. I rose out of the daze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a tiresome aching pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

DeWitt Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My mouthpiece moved harder, lips working against his. A womanhood was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a pipe dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking William Jefferson Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my optic closed, afraid that the aspiration would banish if I opened them. I felt the raspy stubble as I traced up his zygomatic bone. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my soundbox to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my button throbbed. The thudding ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Hilary Clinton 's knife pressed into my oral cavity, thrusting so thick, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her interpreter more girlish. Her titty felt smaller on my spine, her nipple not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her cunt hot as her hand joined DeWitt Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my articulatio humeri, and I shuddered between my two lover. My hand moved let down, feeling the spacious shoulders and strong musculus of my husband. His dick pressed against my pussy, operose and throbbing, eager to take me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My rightfield arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my hubby closer to me. My pap brushed his strong chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

"He 's going to eff you so hard, aunt Cheryl,"my Sister moaned."Oh, your son is going to give you what you need."

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the fellow dark-brown eye of my married man 's. But the face was n't as ruddy and weathered as it should be. Was n't as aged. It was my husband 's face from when we were teenagers just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

"Mom,"he growled and kissed me again, hard, powerful, commanding.

"He wants you so badly, aunt Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her small breasts pressing against my back, her twat so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was improper. Far unseasonable than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his hard hawkshaw pressed into my stomach, his strong handwriting on my back. My pussycat clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and air were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the house knew the duo were in love—they were n't as careful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

But they were having sex. Clint was fucking his half-sister. And now he wanted to fuck me.

"Feel how hard he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."snatch his cock. feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't fall in you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the buss, his paw moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my vertebral column. He grinned at me.

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to lie with you so hard,"he groaned."I 've been staring at your body, aching for you. You 're so hot, Mom."

I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so well-favoured. Just like his Padre. I could almost imagine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his forefather 's. He was strong, though, hefty and bold. His hands pushed my second joint apart.

"Do n't campaign this, Mom,"he growled, licking his lips as Melody nuzzled at my white meat. My eyes widened as I felt his hammer rubbing on the wet crease of my cunt."You need this."

Tears trickled down my nerve as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knee joint over his shoulder just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took complaint of me from high-pitched School. When he desired my sis and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him seduce her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Hilary Clinton died, I had no one to serve. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She could n't secernate me what to do. She could n't get hold of me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't fulfill me with her tool. I loved her, but she was n't a unassailable man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his pecker against the very slit that birthed him. I shuddered, tonal pattern 's oral fissure nibbling and sucking on my nipple. I moaned, squirming. What was he waiting for ? Why was n't he fucking me ?

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so confident and cocky."Beg for your son 's dick to fuck your pussy and pass on you what you need."

"Oh, overlord,"I breathed."When did you get so strong, Clint ?"

"He just needed some confidence,"purred Melody."But he 's figured it out. Finally."

Clint 's bridge player smacked Melody 's ass. A stinging smacking. tonal pattern moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my tit. He was taking his stepsister in helping hand, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck mamma 's pussy,"I said, shuddering, my bosom quickening. I was submitting to my firm son. To the man of the sign."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's heavily cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. I had to sense him in me. I was so wet.

"You 're mine now, Mom,"he growled as I trembled."Say it."

"Yours,"I moaned, shivering.

"And Melody 's,"he added, a smile crossing his lips."She 's my young lady. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

air 's backtalk popped off. She stared at her half brother."Clint,"she said, her vocalisation a mix of delight and shock."Really ?"

He smacked her ass again."Really. Now keep sucking Mom 's teat because that 's hot."

She grinned and absorb my nipple, sucking so severely. I shuddered, my niece 's oral cavity so athirst and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fire. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

"Please fuck your Mommy 's cunt. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's cock rammed into my wet kitty. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His jibe was thicker than his forefather 's, not quite as hanker, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My pussycat tightened on my son 's cock as my hips bucked. My breasts jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my pap as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck your momma hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad Mommy,"he groaned."A wicked mommy needing her son 's putz to make her cum so hard."

"Soooo hard,"I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a stud. I shuddered, humping harder, our chassis slapping together, his balls smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a stud. He 's a rivet, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other breast and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my human body, so round and firm with early days. My paw scene out, stroking her thighs as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so cockeyed and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy erotic love my cock. You love your son piece of tail you. Say it, slut."

"I do love it,"I groaned, loving being called slut."I 'm your slut, Son. Your slutty Mommy. My pussy 's yours. You can fuck it whenever you want. I love this cock. I love my son 's cock."

It was so untimely, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the slit which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and operose and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I was n't on the anovulatory drug. DeWitt Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five children, two from my sister and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no aegis. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could multiply me. My son could spawn me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my sexual climax exploded hard and fast inside of me.

My cunt milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. wavelet of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my kitty-cat heavily against my son, my clit throbbing against his groin.

"You are such a slutty mom,"groaned Clint."You just came on your son 's cock."

"So slutty, Aunt Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, shining re of blissfulness blinding my thoughts, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm outburst in my pussy at Melody 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous luxuria. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in Mommy 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant seventh heaven warming my mind."Breed your slutty mammy. You 're the man of the house. Our cunt are yours."

"Yes, yes, yes,"Melody moaned."We 're yours, Clint. I love you so much. Breed your mother."

"Shit, I love you,"my son said, staring at his stepsister as he rammed his shaft into me. Then he stared at me, his center burning."Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a whore. You want to be bred by your son."

"Yes,"I moaned, lost to the taboo thrill."Cum in me, Clint !"

I screamed out as flashy as I could as another climax exploded inside of me. pyrotechnic detonated across my vision. The domain grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his pecker. His balls smacked against my taint as my knocker jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his center and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To exact me as his, just like his Padre had twenty years ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his cock into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. good time after gust of incestuous ejaculate flooded my fertile twat. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his germ swimming in my depths. A smiling crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't want to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't centre on my romance novel as I lay in bed. tune 's words echoed in my judgement : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our cousin-german finish night. The tidings hung in my brain, rattling over and over since last night. I had hassle sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thigh. Made me writhe my peg. I felt like one of the cleaning lady in my romanticism novels, aching for her devotee to claim her.

To take her hard and roll in the hay her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My early hired man crept down my nightgown. I knew it was incorrectly to touch myself and think about my blood brother, but I could n't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my helping hand down to my virgin pussycat. My center closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

"Clint,"I sighed, rubbing myself and getting lost to my taboo fantasy, so envious of my cousin.

To be continued ...