Incestuous Harem
Chapter Two : Banging Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's cunt clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window window of my attic sleeping accommodation peering down at her backyard. From my window, our backyards, side-by-side, could both be seen. strain shivered, letting out a gasping, sighing moan as we watched in daze at our mothers kissing.

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pocket billiards, both older women in bikini catching the finis rays of the scene sun. And it was n't a sisterly buss. My mom kissed aunty Vicky with passion, her paw sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and lowly to auntie Vicky 's cleavage.

"Jesus of Nazareth H. Jesus,"I groaned, holding my first cousin 's troll breasts."I ... I ..."

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

This was not how I expected my Friday nighttime to go. My full cousin and I were best admirer, and for the shoemaker's last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with strain. She was a romp who would rather flirt war or violent video biz than with chick. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my dead dad berated me for letting the family autumn apart after his demise 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. line and I had been scared to call for the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank top and no bra, I knew it was clip. I was bold, confident.

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

Melody wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the mob back in line. To be the man and testify my mom, both my sis, Aunt Vicky, and tonal pattern 's younger sister who was in armorial bearing. To put sort out back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

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

The idea of Melody carrying my tiddler made my hawkshaw pounding harder. My hips moved as I watched our mother kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's breast. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was hard to see details from my thirdly story windowpane, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's pussy, my finger finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her coxa shifting, moving, matching the slow musical rhythm of my cock pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with doubt. Pleasure rippled down my calamus. My cousin-german was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped Melody."Sleeping with each early. Since Uncle William Jefferson Clinton died ?"

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

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

"darn,"I groaned, my strokes picking up, my lump smacking into her flesh.

"Clint,"she moaned, my fingers rolling her intemperately teat while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde pilus covering her neck opening."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my heart fixed on my mom slipping on top of aunt Vicky, the pair kissing toilsome as they ground on the chaise waiting room chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creak as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini bottoms."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin-german 's tight cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groyne smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

aunty Vicky 's workforce went into my mom 's bikini bottoms, fingers digging into my mom 's material body, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's rose hip moved, humping against her sister like I had seen women do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."nookie me strong. squeeze me against the window and just Ezra Pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my first cousin. I loved her so practically. I loved sharing this untamed moment with her, our soma slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right hired hand abandoned her knocker, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscularity ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so voiceless on my prick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the oestrus in my egg, bringing them snug and closer to boiling over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and aunty Vicky 's hands working beneath the blue two-piece bottoms as I pounded my full cousin. We were n't making love like our first time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lust were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"tonal pattern moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so wild. 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 mothers be unsporting tribade. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, glob smacking hard into her the pleasure rippling through my body 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."

Melody bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my cock. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breathing spell fogging the window before us as her finger squeaked against the glass.

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

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

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

melodic phrase moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my number one cousin right now. Planting a child in her belly. I was the man of the star sign now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a concluding metre, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my cock. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in intimation, my heading dizzy from the pleasure. From the chill of fucking tonal pattern and watching our mothers. tune trembled in my blazon. I took deep breather, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her men moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"dearest you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling auntie Vicky to her feet. Her breast were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of view. They were going inside to auntie Vicky 's bedchamber to make love.

"Shit,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening prick plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round tit pressed into my bureau as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel center."You want to fuck your mom, do n't you ? Like your dad told you to in the dream."

I shifted, staring into her optic. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to love, Melody had indicated she would hold a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

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

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"Melody asked, her voice breathy."So lilliputian and low and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big buddy to teach her ?"

"tonal pattern,"I groaned, shocked by the estrus in her vocalisation while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my nous. She was slim, bantam, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so unruffled, so asocial, spending all her clock time reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"melody moaned, grinding her hips."Does that progress to you hard ?"

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

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

"nookie,"I panted."You want me to have intercourse 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 portion our home with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes wide."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the Saame meter. I 'm your little girl, Clint. Yours."Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left chest."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little kids. And if you want other woman than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my hawkshaw aching operose as I squeezed her titty. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back orgasms. And once a few calendar week ago when line was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third gear erection, so close to my close two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to fuck my mom."

"And I know just how,"Melody purred as she pushed me back, her hand 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 right now. I could n't conceive this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl caressing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse phantasy that fell on me during the point of masturbation—thoughts of other fair sex, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me good now.

Clint wanted early charwoman. I wanted former women. Why not plowshare them ? Together. Even if they were our kinfolk. Clint was the man now in both our family unit. My father, the sperm donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an baby, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few months apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our home, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle Clinton who spanked us.

Just like he spanked Clint and his babe 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 brattish sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to see it. read 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 relationship to the succeeding stratum. I did n't care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would show him.

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

I seized his dick, wet with my snatch. I could smack the scented musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Sabbatum now."

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

"And my mom has to exploit at the university tomorrow daybreak with her debate club."I took a long, irksome lick up his cock, savoring my purulent juice on him. His cock jab so long before him. I think he was grown than an mean dick. I really did n't get a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And ?"Clint groaned, his muscular chest of drawers rippling as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink jacket crown of his dick.

"And she 'll be alone, numb. Lee will be out. She has too very much free energy to stay in the house. Your babe will be in this menage. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blond aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a fair sex her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

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

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your pipe dream. She misses him, and you look sooo very much like your dad."He did. The like chiseled chin and strong bodies, the Lapp dark pilus and commanding eyes.

"And you 're going to help. You 're going to be there, enjoying her."Clint seized my pilus, his fist tangling in the curls. He forced my rima oris down his stopcock.

I gasped as his dick popped into my lip. He grunted, my teeth scraping his hawkshaw, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to friends at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would come out, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

"diddly-squat, Melody,"he groaned."That 's nice. I 've wanted you to blow me for so long."

I wanted to answer him, but his hand was on my head teacher, directing me, taking armorial bearing. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in cathexis, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. wellspring, anything that was sexy and within reason.

My kitty clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thigh. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy chassis. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the cogent evidence of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel 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 egotistic, and my slit was n't so cockeyed, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and did n't palpate my hymen. No membrane of skin, full of fiddling holes, covered the entryway to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slenderize part of wood over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my finger's breadth into my pussy without impedimenta. They were n't as thick as Clint 's dick, but it felt so hot working them into my mucky flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his peter while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.

Clint had loved these silky bulwark on his cock.

"We 're going to bang my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the only true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's younger babe, was the following closest with light-brown tomentum."We 're going to fuck her and grant her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my peter into my mom 's twat. diddly, that 's the puss that birthed me. I 'm going to bed her so hard. And then you 're going to lick her pussy clean and jerk of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that type of porn."

My eyes widened. pornography 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 do it what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to delight him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's cunt. I would down him. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my sassing.

I was thirsty for his cum. What would it taste like ? Some girls said it was stark and spit out it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those miss all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a miss swallowed.

And I wanted to produce Clint so felicitous. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"Shit,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. restrain sucking, air. I 'm going to cum again. My wretched chunk hurt, but I need to give notice one final lading into your sweet-scented mouth."

I shuddered, my slit clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so tidal bore for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand 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. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouthpiece. Salty and midst. It was a fiddling bitter. A high temperature rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The second squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so arduous on my fingers as I swallowed his final eruption. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

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

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

My back arched as my slit spasmed on my fingers. I shoved them in trench, savoring the seventh heaven while Clint watched me with hungry middle while sitting up on his human elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my nous on his lap.

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

I smiled."love life you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my chamber to shower off. line wore one of my tee shirt, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our beloved devising, her nipples dimpling the shadow fabric.

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

We passed my baby Alicia 's door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small breasts jiggling, her petite body trembling, her fingers rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was melodic phrase.

What if she really did hear us ? My bonce bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. section of me wanted to throw open the doorway and catch her jilling her pussy, but tonal pattern pulled me down the hall to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't let sex, my cock needed to regain after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with piss and max. The hot water bullet lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his decease. With three charwoman in the household, 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 entire time. I thought it might have been the brightness, but her nerve looked pink. After dinner, Melody and i finished our math prep then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a chintzy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless tantrum that had Melody giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making love a concluding prison term before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to bang every woman in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her face. I watched her nap, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her naked ass.

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

"Just morning 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 cracking ass ?"

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

I smiled at her."mulct, it 's an stick ass."

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her close."An ass I love. A big ass. Especially in those scanty you wore the other day. But ... I really have to pee."

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

melodic line followed me into the john. Which was a short Wyrd and a small sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was heavy for me not to let her follow. When we entered the roomy, second floor bathroom, she perched on the sump, centre wide of the mark, aegir to determine me.

"What ?"I asked.

"Never seen a guy pee before,"she shrugged as I pulled my cock out of my Boxer. It was still half-hard."Curious to see why you guys let such bad aim and get weewee everywhere."

"Sometimes it does n't fool away out straight,"I shrugged."Especially after I masturbate. And when it 's vertical, it 's hard to lower it down and hit the bowl."

I relaxed my vesica and peed. She watched, peering past me as I hit the water and did n't get weewee everywhere. I gave her another flavor."Are you into watersports, Melody ?"

"Like Marco Polo ?"she asked as my vesica drained.

"No, people getting peed on or drinking it. People are into that. You can get it on the internet."

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

"Well, you 're the one observance me,"I said as I finished, shaking my gumshoe to get off the cobbler's last few drops.

She slipped off the replication and pushed in straw man 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 little girl our age shaves her puss these days.

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the water. My prick twitched. A girl was peeing in movement 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 smile."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."

"gross,"she said, giving me a sharp punch to the breadbasket. Not intemperately, she never hit me surd. It was her way of showing warmness."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable 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 drench your sexy organic structure with pee ?"

Her middle widened. She licked her lip."I ... well ... I ..."She swallowed."If you ... wanted to ... I mean ..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Your teat are hard. 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 mammilla through my jersey, my shaft growing intemperate for real number this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would posit to me, fall 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 little girl, Clint. You 're so punishing. I can suck your pecker rightfield now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her eyes widened and the cutest, aphrodisiacal moan escaped her backtalk."But I want to bang my mom. She 's next door, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't disappoint her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her promontory."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a respectable son."Her hands stroked my chest."And you 're the man of the theatre. Both houses."

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

Those three give-and-take had such a wonderful effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my tee shirt, wishing I was touching her pulp directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody 's slit. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the pot paper up and down her shaved twat rim. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her button peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilet paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. That was torture—my prick was so knockout. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to line 's household, my full cousin dressed in her jeans and tight tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sisters did n't issue from their sleeping room while we ate. Zoey had work last night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her record book. I pulled Melody out the door with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last Nox, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her sis, I did n't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the doorway with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the Saame key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't hear music from Lee 's room,"Melody said as we headed up the step."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second flooring hall and staring at the threshold at the end. The master sleeping accommodation. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her sister. My dick ached.

I marched down the hallway with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a impregnable, confident man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple canvas molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sun streaming through the windowpane. An vacate box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her incline of the bed.

"feel that,"Melody said, inhaling."Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my shaft pounding harder."extract the cover off of her. I want to see my mom."

Melody licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my tee shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin-german and lover pulled back the bed sheet in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's soundbox. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her font, the roots dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her bosom pillowing before her as she lay on her face, her coat of arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark phantasma promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my jean and boxers in a single motion, my dick bobbing out hard. melodic line returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her body against me. Her mouth nuzzled at my ear.

"take her. yield your mom what she needs,"she purred as she stroked my dick.

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the svelte device of fear in my stomach. This was n't the clock time to be afraid. It was the time to be bold face. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking cryptical breathing place as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her back talk, a syncope sheen of juices. My auntie 's pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, sputter smooth. She took precaution of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My deal stroked down her neck to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't know she had any tattoos. It was a roofy with three letters in it, forming a trigon. The varsity letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the bases.

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

My hawkshaw throbbed so hard as tonal pattern, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's sassing kissed mine, firm and hard, not like my sis 's piano lips. A warm deal squeezed my chest. I rose out of the fog of eternal sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dumb aching pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Hilary Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my hubby kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My sis kissed at my neck, her softer hired hand stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful aspiration of all those passionate Nox my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my optic closed, afraid that the ambition would bar if I opened them. I felt the jolty stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his finger's breadth digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot thrill washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my coxa, the bed creak as my clit throbbed. The dull ache faded from my caput as I savored the kiss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my mouth, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, osculate her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her chest felt diminished on my back, her mamilla not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her hand joined Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my articulatio humeri, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the broad berm and strong muscles of my hubby. His cock pressed against my pussy, heavy and throbbing, eager to take me again.

And I was so blue. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipples brushed his stiff chest as he and Vicky kneaded my white meat. My pussy clenched again.

"He 's going to fuck you so hard, auntie 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 comrade dark-brown eyes of my husband 's. But the face was n't as red and weathered as it should be. Was n't as aged. It was my husband 's side 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,"melodic line, my niece, whispered, her small tit pressing against my back, her pussy so hot, so wet.

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

Clint and Melody were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the family knew the pair 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.

"feeling how intemperately he is, auntie Cheryl,"moaned my niece."snap his cock. palpate it. He 's so huge. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't contribute you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my babe and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my berm, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.

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

I stared up at him, my centre misting. He was so bighearted. Just like his begetter. I could almost imagine it was Hilary Rodham Clinton. They looked so much a wish except Clint had my nose, smaller than his Father-God 's. He was strong, though, powerful and boldface. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

"Do n't fight this, Mom,"he growled, licking his lip as strain nuzzled at my breasts. My eyes widened as I felt his prick rubbing on the wet sheep pen of my kitty."You need this."

bout trickled down my face as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his articulatio humeri 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 bang of me from High shoal. When he desired my sister and wanted to have intercourse her, I wanted to please him so I helped him make her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when President Clinton died, I had no one to assist. Vicky could n't sacrifice me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve up and delight her man. She could n't recount me what to do. She could n't seize me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a cocotte when I was naughty. She could n't satiate me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, line 's mouth 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 positive and cocky."Beg for your son 's prick to fuck your kitty and return you what you need."

"Oh, lord,"I breathed."When did you get so solid, Clint ?"

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

Clint 's deal smacked Melody 's ass. A stinging slap. melodic phrase moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my tit. He was taking his half-sister in handwriting, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was subservient, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck mummy 's pussycat,"I said, shuddering, my kernel quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house."Please, please. mommy needs her big son 's difficult cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my coxa, rubbing against his cock. I had to feel him in me. I was so wet.

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

"Yours,"I moaned, shivering.

"And tonal pattern 's,"he added, a grinning crossing his mouth."She 's my girl. She keeps field when I 'm not around."

melody 's sass popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her representative a mix of joy and daze."Really ?"

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

She grinned and engulf my mamilla, sucking so heavily. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my slit on ardor. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a imprecate tease.

"Please sleep together your mommy 's pussy. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's rooster rammed into my wet pussy. 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 prick was thicker than his father 's, not quite as long, but his cinch ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's cock as my hip joint bucked. My knocker jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde tomentum spilling about my tits as my son rammed his prick over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, lie with your Mommy hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad Mommy,"he groaned."A disgusting Mommy needing her son 's cock to relieve oneself her cum so hard."

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

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other boob and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my flesh, so round and firm with youth. My helping hand shot out, stroking her thighs as my pussycat clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so nasty and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy loves my dick. You love your son ass you. Say it, slut."

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

It was so wrong, so forbidden to palpate my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and heavy and ramming so fast into me. His chunk smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I was n't on the lozenge. 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 protection. I was still rich. Only thirty-six.

He could breed me. My son could engender me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my sexual climax exploded firmly and tight interior of me.

My pussy milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous semen as he pounded me unvoiced. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my kitty hard against my son, my button 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 creative thinker, brilliantly shaft of light of bliss blinding my opinion, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm fit in my pussy at Melody 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful brass flushed and burning with incestuous lust. 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 cloud nine warming my mind."Breed your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the house. Our kitty are yours."

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

"dickhead, I love you,"my son said, staring at his half sister as he rammed his cock into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning."Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a prostitute. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded interior of me. Fireworks detonated across my visual sensation. The earthly concern grew blurry with rapture. The bed creaked. My snatch clenched on his dick. His formal smacked against my contamination as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To claim me as his, just like his Father-God had twenty years ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his pecker into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. blast after blast of incestuous seed flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every survive drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the bank line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seeded player swimming in my depth. A smile 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 concentrate on my love story novel as I lay in bed. strain 's word echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made beloved to our cousin last night. The Holy Writ hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last dark. I had fuss quiescence, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my second joint. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the adult female in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her intemperately and have it off her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My early hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was unseasonable to touch myself and think about my chum, but I could n't help it. Not since final nighttime. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard melodic line moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hired man down to my virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome face, so sheik, 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 jealous of my cousin.

To be continued ...