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

Clint Elliston

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

Our mother. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both older char in two-piece catching the finish electron beam of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with passion, her bridge player sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it scummy and bring down to aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Jesus H. Saviour,"I groaned, holding my cousin-german 's round breasts."I ... I ..."

"I know,"melodic line said, squirming, stirring her hot snatch around on my cock.

This was not how I expected my Friday night to go. My cousin and I were best friends, and for the cobbler's last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both XIX, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mother, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with melodic line. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or violent video plot than with dolls. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or break a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a unusual aspiration where my dead dad berated me for letting the phratry fall apart after his death six calendar month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my full cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. tonal pattern and I had been scared to take the final examination plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this fast tank car top and no bra, I knew it was meter. I was bold, confident.

I claimed her and popped her cherry red 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 folk back in line. To be the man and demo my mom, both my sis, aunty Vicky, and strain 's younger sister who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Cheryl 's hired hand is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"tune gasped, her pussy clenching down on my prick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our first gear fuck. 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 thought of Melody carrying my shaver made my dick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our female parent kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's breast. finger's breadth pinched a nipple. It was tough to see details from my third tarradiddle window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my dick into my cousin 's pussy, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow beat of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with motion. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped melody."Sleeping with each other. Since Uncle Clinton died ?"

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

"And she 's always spending the nighttime,"tonal pattern gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's boozing trouble. That she was passing out in my mom 's bedroom but ..."

"Damn,"I groaned, my strokes picking up, my ballock smacking into her flesh.

"Clint,"she moaned, my finger's breadth rolling her hard nipples while I nuzzled my cheek into her sandy-blonde whisker covering her neck opening."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the dyad kissing voiceless as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost find out the vinyl creaking as auntie Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue angel two-piece behind."So darned much, Melody."

I plunged my dick over and over into my first cousin 's tight puss, savoring the passion around me. My groin 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 female parent commit incest like we were.

aunty Vicky 's hands went into my mom 's bikini arse, fingers digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's hips moved, humping against her sister like I had seen cleaning lady do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."screwing me voiceless. Press me against the window and just pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so a lot. I loved sharing this wild import with her, our soma slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her flavorless stomach, feeling her muscles wavelet as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so concentrated on my tool. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the oestrus in my clod, bringing them closer and secretive to boil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, mingy, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's bridge player working beneath the blue Bikini fundament as I pounded my full cousin. We were n't making love like our first fourth dimension on my bed. We were fucking. Our lusts were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"Melody 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 female parent be marked-up Lesbian. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mother are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, clump smacking hard into her the pleasure rippling through my body as I drew closer and closer to an sexual climax, my digit dancing on her clit."They 're keeping it in the family. Just like us."

melodic line bucked in my weaponry. Her pussy spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breather fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

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

I slammed into her spasming pussy. I savored the hot, silky flesh massaging my peter. It boiled around me, made me tingle 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 ... Sister ...

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

line moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo puss. I could be breeding my first cousin-german right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my fair sex. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final metre, pleasance thrusting into my brainiac with every plosion of cum bursting from my cock. My give handwriting squeezed her knocker as I groaned through my clenched tooth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the thrill of fucking melodic line and watching our female parent. line trembled in my subdivision. I took thick breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my breast and groin. Her hired hand moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

"Clint,"she sighed."Oh, Clint, that was neat. I love this. screw you."

"making love you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling Aunt Vicky to her feet. Her boob were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio doorway and out of mickle. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's bedroom to take a leak love.

"red cent,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my weapon, my softening stopcock plopping out of her wet snatch. Her round breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her blazon 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 eyes. They glinted with something. Just a few minute of arc ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to do it, melodic line had indicated she would have a triplet with me. She would do what I wanted. My handwriting 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 baby, just turned twenty, wearing her tight blue jean short that showed off her camel toe, her body built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Huge teat, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"tonal pattern shivered as she mentioned her unseasoned sister, Lee.

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"melodic phrase asked, her voice breathy."So petite and modest and quiet. Do you recollect she heard us down in her room while reading her books ? Do you suppose her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to learn her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my mind. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so calm, so antisocial, spending all her meter reading since Dad 's destruction, withdrawn.

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes across-the-board."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same fourth dimension. I 'm your little girl, Clint. Yours."Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little Thomas Kid. And if you want former char than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my prick aching hard as I squeezed her bosom. I could n't trust I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back climax. And once a few workweek ago when line was out of townsfolk, I had masturbated five time in a day. But a third base erection, so close to my hold out two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to bang my mom."

"And I know just how,"Melody purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet tool 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 believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imaginativeness went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those depraved illusion that fell on me during the bloom of masturbation—thoughts of former char, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted other women. I wanted other women. Why not percentage them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My begetter, the spermatozoon donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few calendar month apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handcraft around our house, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my baby misbehaved, it was Uncle William Jefferson Clinton who spanked us.

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

His dying had both our mob off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in note, reining in my bratty sis, would serve put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a substantial man, he just had to realize it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belt eyelet and pulled me to him when I walked into his sleeping accommodation earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the side by side point. 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 infinite between his bed and the window, the sloping Classical Greek roof over our mind.

I seized his dick, wet with my snatch. I could smell the fresh musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Saturday now."

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

"And my mom has to play at the university tomorrow morning with her argumentation club."I took a prospicient, irksome punch up his cock, savoring my cunt succus on him. His hawkshaw thrust so long before him. I think he was openhanded than an average dick. I really did n't get a lot to compare him to. I reached the jacket, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much push to stay in the home. Your sisters will be in this star sign. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a woman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as in force 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 aspiration. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The same chiseled Chin and substantial bodies, the Lapp blue hair's-breadth and commanding eyes.

"And you 're going to help oneself. You 're going to be there, enjoying her."Clint seized my hair, his fist tangling in the curls. He forced my mouth down his cock.

I gasped as his pecker popped into my mouth. He grunted, my dentition 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 start out, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

"dickhead, line,"he groaned."That 's nice. I 've wanted you to muff me for so long."

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

My pussy clenched. My cousin-german 's cum leaked down my thigh. I shoved my right hand between my peg, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was dissimilar down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my backtalk and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my cunt was n't so tight, but opened by his rooster. I pushed into my sheepfold and did n't feel my hymen. No membrane of cutis, full of little holes, covered the entrance to my twat. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the with child hole, reaming the reduce bit of wood over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my finger's breadth into my twat without obstruction. They were n't as compact as Clint 's gumshoe, but it felt so hot working them into my sloughy flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his pecker while I probed my snatch, 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 exclusively true blond in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Bill Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's untested baby, was the next closest with light-brown whisker."We 're going to fuck her and give her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my gumshoe into my mom 's twat. Shit, that 's the cunt that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so grueling. And then you 're going to bat her pussy clean 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 make love what turned him on.

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

I was hungry for his cum. What would it savour like ? Some girls said it was utter and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those fille all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a missy swallowed.

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

"Shit,"Clint groaned."tinker's dam, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My short balls hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your afters mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my lingua. I was so eager for him to extravasate into my mouthpiece. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the dog of my hand on my clitoris, massaging the bud as I frigged my kitty faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my whisker. His face twisted, verbalise opening. His hip shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a piddling bitter. A passion rushed through me as I swallowed the commencement load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The second base squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how unholy this was. My puss clenched so hard on my fingerbreadth as I swallowed his last bam. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

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

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thighs spread extensive, her pussy gaping undefendable from her son 's big rooster 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 optic while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my head on his lap.

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

I smiled."lovemaking you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a sight. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her pelvis to her pep pill thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hairsbreadth tousled from our love devising, her nipples dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man 's t-shirt, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitch. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sister Alicia 's door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, diminished breasts jiggling, her lilliputian organic structure quivering, her fingers rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussy as she imagined she was strain.

What if she really did hear us ? My Ionic sleeping room was n't over Alicia 's, but she might make. section of me wanted to drop open up the door and becharm her jilling her pussy, but melodic phrase pulled me down the hall to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't have sex, my cock needed to recover after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with water system and soap. The hot water heater lasted long, an ascent Dad and I had installed just before his last. With three charwoman in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two fade before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even expect at me, her middle downcast the entire clock time. I thought it might feature been the light, but her cheeks looked garden pink. After dinner, Melody and i finished our maths prep then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the overseas telegram channels.

We settled on a cheesy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless prospect that had melodic line giggling at how fragile the alibi were to get the woman naked all while her hired hand stroked my putz. That led to us making love a final meter before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was tea cozy.

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

"Mmm,"she purred, coming awake."Do you necessitate me to read forethought of that ?"

"Just aurora wood,"I told her."I have to pee."

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

I smiled at her."Fine, it 's an vex ass."

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

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

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

Melody followed me into the bath. Which was a little Weird and a little sexy. She wore my T-shirt again, so it was heavily for me not to let her follow. When we entered the roomy, endorsement trading floor toilet, she perched on the sink, eyes encompassing, eager to catch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

I relaxed my bladder and peed. She watched, peering past times me as I hit the water and did n't get urine 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. People are into that. You can find it on the internet."

She wrinkled her olfactory organ."Eww."

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

She slipped off the parry and pushed in front of me, lifting up my shirt to exhibit her landing strip show of blonde leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me ? Or was it because every girl our age shaves her kitty these daylight.

She sat down on the toilet, and her watercourse splashed into the piddle. My dick twitched. A girl was peeing in front end of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see affair. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty grinning."I 'll let you pass over 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."

"revenue,"she said, giving me a acutely punch to the tummy. Not heavy, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing affectionateness."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 drench your sexy physical structure with pee ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I just peed. Of grade I 'm wet. It 's why girlfriend 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 t-shirt, my dick growing hard for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would put in 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 buttock were so red."I 'm your female child, Clint. You 're so toilsome. I can suck your dick right now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her mamilla harder, and her optic widened and the cutest, sexiest groan escaped her rim."But I want to hump my mom. She 's next door, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't let down her."

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

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

Those three words had such a terrific effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her physical body directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped tune 's pussy. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the toilet report up and down her shave pussy lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit 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 tooth and took a quick shower. That was torture—my hawkshaw was so toilsome. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something Light Within before we raced over to Melody 's house, my cousin-german dressed in her jeans and pixilated tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My babe did n't come forth from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had work lowest Nox, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her book of account. I pulled air out the room access with me, aegir to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last nighttime, sleeping with my full cousin than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut Tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the threshold with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't get word medicine from Lee 's room,"Melody said as we headed up the stair."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second base hallway and staring at the doorway at the end. The skipper bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her Night with her sister. My hawkshaw ached.

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

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a ruffle bed, the imperial shroud molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sunlight streaming through the window. An hollow box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her slope of the bed.

"Smell that,"strain said, inhaling."Pussy."

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

air licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin-german and lover pulled back the sheets in a individual jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde fuzz covered to the highest degree of her face, the roots dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her incline, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark darkness promising such tabu passionateness between her thighs.

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

"return her. Give 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 stomach. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the time to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deeply breathing time as I smelled the scent of her spicy slit. There was something dry on her lips, a deliquium sheen of juices. My aunt 's cunt. My tool throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her look, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, sputter smooth. She took upkeep of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hired hand stroked down her neck opening to her chest. There was a tattoo over her tit. I did n't have it off she had any tattoos. It was a R-2 with three letters in it, forming a trigon. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the base of operations.

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

My dick throbbed so operose as melodic phrase, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's rim kissed mine, firm and intemperate, not like my sis 's easygoing rim. A strong handwriting squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the osculation, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

William Jefferson Clinton ?

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

My paw moved, stroking Clinton 's impudence as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his finger's breadth digging in, so stiff, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my slit. I squirmed my hips, the bed creak as my clitoris throbbed. The boring ache faded from my nous as I savored the candy kiss. DeWitt Clinton 's tongue pressed into my mouth, thrusting so oceanic abyss, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her articulation more girlish. Her breasts felt smaller on my back, her nipples 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 shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the tolerant shoulders and strong brawniness of my husband. His pecker pressed against my pussy, hard and throb, eager to aim me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My redress arm pressed beneath his organic structure, pulling my husband finisher to me. My nipples brushed his unattackable chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

"He 's going to screw you so hard, aunty Cheryl,"my sister moaned."Oh, your son is going to give you what you need."

Son ? aunt Cheryl ?

My heart opened.

I stared into the familiar brownish 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 face from when we were stripling just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

"He wants you so badly, auntie Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her diminished breasts pressing against my back, her snatch so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was awry. Far ill-timed than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his severely dick pressed into my stomach, his strong hired man on my back. My pussy 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 brace 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 hump me.

"feel how laborious he is, auntie Cheryl,"moaned my niece."snatch his putz. Feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't give you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my Sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the candy kiss, his custody moving, pressing on my shoulders, 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 body, aching for you. You 're so hot, Mom."

I stared up at him, my optic misting. He was so handsome. Just like his father. I could almost imagine it was Clinton. They looked so much a alike except Clint had my wind, modest than his sire 's. He was inviolable, though, mesomorphic and bold. His manpower pushed my second joint apart.

"Do n't fight this, Mom,"he growled, licking his lips as tonal pattern nuzzled at my breasts. My heart widened as I felt his prick rubbing on the wet plication of my kitty-cat."You need this."

Tears trickled down my impudence as he lifted my thighs, throwing my articulatio genus over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's stopcock pressing at the entrance of my puss. I had missed his father so much. My married man was so firm. He took complaint of me from High school. When he desired my sister and wanted to have it away her, I wanted to please him so I helped him seduce her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to serve. Vicky could n't break me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to process and please her man. She could n't tell me what to do. She could n't seize me by the hair, throw me down, and roll in the hay me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't sate me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a stiff man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very cunt that birthed him. I shuddered, air '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 sure-footed and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to fuck your pussy and break you what you need."

"Oh, nobleman,"I breathed."When did you get so secure, Clint ?"

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

Clint 's bridge player smacked melody 's ass. A stinging slap. air moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my mammilla. He was taking his half-sister in hand, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck Mommy 's snatch,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my stiff son. To the man of the house."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's knockout turncock to sleep together her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my rose hip, rubbing against his dick. 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 melody 's,"he added, a grin crossing his brim."She 's my female child. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

melodic phrase 's lips popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and jounce."Really ?"

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

She grinned and engulfed my mammilla, sucking so firmly. I shuddered, my niece 's rima oris so athirst and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fervor. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a blasted tease.

"Please have it off your Mommy 's kitty-cat. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's cock rammed into my wet cunt. My center widened. A huge groan exploded from my lips as his thick, long hammer slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his father 's, not quite as long, but his cinch ...

Exquisite.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, bed your Mommy hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad mom,"he groaned."A wicked mammy needing her son 's hammer 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 frame slapping together, his ball smacking into my contamination."Ram that dick into me. screw, yes. My son is a stud. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my former breast and sucked on my nipple, her knocker pressing into my figure, so round and firm with youth. My bridge player snapshot out, stroking her second joint as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so tight and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your twat loves my hawkshaw. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

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

It was so damage, so forbidden to sense my son fucking the puss which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and severe and ramming so fast into me. His clod smacked into my taint were all wide-cut of his cum.

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

He could breed me. My son could multiply me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded hard and debauched inside of me.

My pussy milked his dick, eager for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me laborious. ripple of bliss flowed out of my kitty-cat and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my puss hard against my son, my clitoris 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 Adam shone onto my mind, bright beam of bliss blinding my view, another chill went through me. Another orgasm burst in my kitty-cat at air '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 mummy 's slit,"I moaned, spasming, so practically radiant cloud nine warming my brain."strain your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the house. Our pussies are yours."

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

"doodly-squat, I love you,"my son said, staring at his stepsister as he rammed his tool into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning."Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a lady of pleasure. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. firework detonated across my vision. The humankind grew fuzzy with transport. The bed creaked. My twat clenched on his dick. His Ball smacked against my taint as my knocker jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To take me as his, just like his father had twenty years ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his shaft into me. His hot cum pumped into my deepness. bam after blast of incestuous source flooded my productive pussy. I gasped, my twat 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 seed swimming in my depth. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't require to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't concentrate on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Melody 's Son echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My crony had made lovemaking to our cousin last-place Night. The password hung in my brain, rattling over and over since last night. I had difficulty sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me experience so comic between my second joint. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the womanhood in my love affair novels, aching for her devotee to claim her.

To take her knockout and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my trash. My former hand crept down my night-robe. I knew it was wrong to equal myself and reckon about my sidekick, but I could n't assist it. Not since last Night. Not since I heard them making eff over and over. Not since I heard Melody groan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my pure pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome face, so chivalrous, so impregnable, so loving. He was just like papa. I was wet, my bod slippery.

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

To be continued ...