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

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. sister. They were kissing in auntie Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both senior women in two-piece catching the last rays of the place setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly buss. My mom kissed aunty Vicky with passion, her hand sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red two-piece, tracing it lowly and depress to auntie Vicky 's cleavage.

"Good Shepherd H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my cousin 's round breasts."I ... I ..."

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

This was not how I expected my Fri night to go. My cousin and I were best friends, and for the last year we had been kissing cousin. We were both 19, a calendar month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather recreate war or violent video biz than with dolls. But that did n't entail she was n't pretty. She just did n't ostentate it or wear thin a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a foreign aspiration where my abruptly dad berated me for letting the family downslope apart after his decease six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. Melody and I had been scared to select the net plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this mingy armored combat vehicle top and no bra, I knew it was meter. I was bold, confident.

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

Melody wormed the dreaming out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the family back in line. To be the man and testify my mom, both my baby, Aunt Vicky, and line 's younger sister who was in charge. To put train back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

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

The musical theme of Melody carrying my child made my hawkshaw throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our female parent kiss. My mom 's manus pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's white meat. Fingers pinched a pap. It was hard to see details from my third story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my turncock into my cousin 's puss, my fingers finding her heavy nipples.

Melody groaned, her rosehip shifting, moving, matching the decelerate rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with questions. pleasance rippled down my shaft. My full 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 night,"tune gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's drinking job. That she was passing out in my mom 's bedroom but ..."

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

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my center fixed on my mom slipping on top of auntie Vicky, the twosome kissing laborious as they ground on the chaise couch president. I could almost hear the vinyl creak as aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini prat."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my shaft over and over into my cousin 's compressed cunt, savoring the high temperature around me. My mole smacked into her ass with every stroking. 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 ass, fingers digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's rosehip moved, humping against her sister like I had seen woman do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."shtup me heavy. Press me against the window and just Ezra Pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this wild moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right handwriting abandoned her breast, sliding down her 2-dimensional stomach, feeling her muscular tissue wavelet as she moved, and shoved between her second joint. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so severe on my shaft. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heat energy in my balls, bringing them closer and faithful to boiling over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, pixilated, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and aunty Vicky 's hands working beneath the blue Bikini bottoms as I pounded my first 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, snaffle her ass, Mom,"melodic line 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 mother be muddied lesbians. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, balls smacking hard into her the pleasance rippling through my torso as I drew closer and closer to an coming, my finger dancing on her clit."They 're keeping it in the mob. Just like us."

Melody bucked in my arms. Her snatch spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breath fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

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

I slammed into her spasming pussy. I savored the hot, silken flesh massaging my dick. It boiled around me, made me shudder 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 ... Sisters ...

"tinker's damn !"I grunted as my cum exploded from my dick.

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my seawall as my cum flooded her slit. Her fertile, taboo slit. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the planetary house now. She was my adult female. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a terminal time, pleasure thrusting into my mental capacity with every burst of cum bursting from my cock. My left-hand manus squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin-german, sucking in breaths, my chief dizzy from the pleasance. From the shudder of fucking Melody and watching our mother. tonal pattern trembled in my arms. I took deep breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my chest and mole. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"Love you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mother stood, my mom pulling auntie Vicky to her feet. Her boob were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio threshold and out of sight. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's bedroom to make love.

"bastard,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my weapons system, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round tit pressed into my thorax 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 Pomaderris apetala 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 hour ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to sleep together, tonal pattern had indicated she would have a triplet with me. She would do what I wanted. My work force slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

I pictured my older sister, just turned twenty, wearing her closely denim short that showed off her camel toe, her torso 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 immature sister, Lee.

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

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

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the rut in her articulation while prototype of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my mind. She was slim, lilliputian, with her spyglass and light-brown pilus in pigtails. She was so calm down, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"line moaned, grinding her coxa."Does that pee-pee you strong ?"

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

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

"shag,"I panted."You want me to fuck my mom, do n't you ? You want to help me seduce her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my rooster getting hard again."You want to ploughshare our class with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her center wide."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 girl, Clint. Yours."Her handwriting seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her leftover chest."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were minuscule Kid. And if you want former cleaning lady than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my gumshoe aching hard as I squeezed her breasts. I could n't think I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one Night, rubbing out back to back coming. And once a few week ago when Melody was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a one-third erection, so close to my end 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 believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my cunt as my dirty imagination went idle, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other woman, wondering what it would be like to buss a missy, 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 share them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our family. My father, the sperm giver, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few month apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our house, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle DeWitt 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 personal line of credit, reining in my bratty sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to actualize it. Take those steps.

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

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would testify him.

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

I seized his dick, wet with my kitty. I could smell the afters musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Sabbatum now."

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

"And my mom has to go at the university tomorrow morning with her argumentation club."I took a long, slow biff up his cock, savoring my purulent juices on him. His peter thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average peter. I really did n't have a lot to equate him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, deceased. Lee will be out. She has too much Department of Energy to appease in the household. Your baby will be in this sign of the zodiac. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot soundbox for a cleaning lady her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as trade good as they did when I was ancient.

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

"Yes. Just submit her, fuck her knockout, like your dad told you to in your ambition. She misses him, and you look sooo practically like your dad."He did. The same chiseled chin and unattackable bodies, the same sullen pilus and commanding eyes.

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

I gasped as his tool popped into my lip. He grunted, my tooth scraping his dick, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my dentition. I had talked to booster at schooltime, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would start, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

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

I wanted to answer him, but his bridge player was on my question, directing me, taking bursting charge. That sent a sexy shudder through me. He was in charge, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was aphrodisiac and within reason.

My pussy clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my ripe hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy pulp. I was so wet and steamy. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my slit, exploring my labia. I tried to finger if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his hammer as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my slit was n't so taut, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and did n't experience my hymen. No membrane of cutis, full of minuscule hole, covered the incoming to my pussy. I had used pencils to jack off, slipping them through the braggart hole, reaming the slim composition of wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky bulwark on his cock.

"We 're going to have a go at it my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the alone reliable blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's younger sister, was the next closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to eff her and give her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my gumshoe into my mom 's pussy. Shit, that 's the pussycat that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so hard. And then you 're going to puzzle out her snatch clean of my cum. A creampie. shit, I love that eccentric of porn."

My heart 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 hump what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would solve all his jizz from his mom 's snatch. I would devour him. My fingers made wet, squelching sound as I reamed my cum-filled puss. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it savor like ? Some girls said it was gross and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guy rope liked. It made them well-chosen when a miss swallowed.

And I wanted to take a leak Clint so happy. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"Shit,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. celebrate sucking, melodic phrase. I 'm going to cum again. My poor balls hurt, but I need to go off one last load into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my finger. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my backtalk. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his brass as I ground the heel of my hand on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my slit faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my whisker. His look twisted, mouth opening. His pelvic girdle shook. And then his cum spurted into my oral cavity. Salty and thick. It was a footling bitter. A hotness 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 cunt clenched so backbreaking on my fingers 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 mouth off his putz."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's cunt. I will guttle aunty Cheryl !"

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

My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my fingers. 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 mind on his lap.

He stroked my hair."You are amazing, 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 bedroom to shower down off. air wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her amphetamine thighs. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde hair tousled from our erotic love fashioning, her mammilla dimpling the shadow fabric.

How did she front so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man 's t-shirt, and yet seeing the miss 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 can. I paused, picturing her in there, humble chest jiggling, her petite trunk quivering, her finger rubbing her Virgin pussy as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might consume. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and catch her jilling her cunt, but melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

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

We did our math prep while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two piece before retreating to her sleeping room. She would n't even front at me, her heart downcast the full time. I thought it might stimulate been the light, but her brass looked pink. After dinner, melodic line and i finished our maths homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cablegram channels.

We settled on a sleazy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless scene that had tonal pattern giggling at how dilute the self-justification were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my prick. That led to us making roll in the hay a terminal time 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 line sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her cheek. 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 first light 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 great ass ?"

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

I smiled at her."amercement, it 's an dumbfound ass."

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her close."An ass I love. A nifty 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 slight weird and a little sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the wide, 2d trading floor bath, she perched on the sink, eyes wide, tidal bore to watch over me.

"What ?"I asked.

"Never seen a guy pee before,"she shrugged as I pulled my pecker out of my drawers. It was still half-hard."Curious to see why you guys take in 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 tumid, it 's hard to let down it down and hit the bowl."

I relaxed my bladder and peed. She watched, peering retiring me as I hit the water and did n't get pee everywhere. I gave her another look."Are you into watersports, melodic line ?"

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

"No, multitude getting peed on or drinking it. masses are into that. You can find it on the internet."

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

"fountainhead, you 're the one watching me,"I said as I finished, shaking my shaft to get off the live few drops.

She slipped off the counter and pushed in forepart of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing comic strip of blond leading to her shaved twat. Had she shaved for me ? Or was it because every girl our age shaves her slit these solar day.

She sat down on the toilet, and her watercourse splashed into the water. My dick twitched. A fille was peeing in front of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see things. portion out them with you."She gave me a juicy grin."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."

"receipts,"she said, giving me a sharp punch to the stomach. Not laborious, she never hit me knockout. It was her way of showing affection."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 souse your sexy body with pee ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your tit 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 teat through my t-shirt, my shaft growing hard for substantial this fourth dimension. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would defer 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 young woman, Clint. You 're so hard. I can take up your peter rightfield now. Do you require me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her mammilla harder, and her optic widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her lips."But I want to have intercourse my mom. She 's adjacent door, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't let down her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her question."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a good son."Her paw stroked my chest."And you 're the man of the house. 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 word of honor had such a grand effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me surd, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her flesh 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 counterpunch as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her shaved 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 potty paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a spry shower. That was torture—my dick was so firmly. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something wakeful before we raced over to Melody 's house, my cousin dressed in her jeans and mean tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smack her on it.

My Sister did n't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had work last nighttime, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled strain out the threshold with me, tidal bore to bang my mother. It was so prohibited, but after terminal night, sleeping with my first 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 door with my key—Dad had changed the curl so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't learn music from Lee 's way,"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 story hallway and staring at the threshold at the end. The original bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her sister. My gumshoe ached.

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

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a wrinkle bed, the purple sheets 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 empty box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her slope of the bed.

"Smell that,"melodic line said, inhaling."Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the swoon musk, my dick throbbing harder."Pull the screen off of her. I want to see my mom."

melodic line licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the trading floor. My cousin and fan pulled back the flat solid in a 1 jerk, unveiling my mom 's dead body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her human face, the solution dark Robert Brown. She had toned pegleg and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side of meat, her weapons system curled around them. I moved, admiring her champagne ass and the dark shadow promising such tabu passion between her thighs.

My bash came undone. I pushed down my jean and packer in a single motion, my dick bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my peter, pressing her organic structure against me. Her sassing nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the rebuff twist of fear in my stomach. This was n't the meter to be afraid. It was the clip to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deeply breathing time as I smelled the odor of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her lips, a faint sheen of succus. My aunty 's pussy. My putz throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, backtalk plump, clamber smooth. She took upkeep of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hired man stroked down her neck to her boob. There was a tattoo over her teat. I did n't roll in the hay she had any tattoos. It was a circle with three letter in it, forming a trigon. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the understructure.

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

My hawkshaw throbbed so heavily as Melody, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's sassing kissed mine, stiff and hard, not like my sister 's voiced lips. A strong hand squeezed my titty. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a mute aching pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

President Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My sassing moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My baby kissed at my cervix, her softer bridge player stroked me. This had to be a aspiration. A wondrous dream of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking President Clinton 's impudence as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the grating husk as I traced up his os zygomaticum. He squeezed my bosom harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my twat. I squirmed my hips, the bed creak as my clitoris throbbed. The tedious ache faded from my caput as I savored the kiss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my backtalk, thrusting so cryptical, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more schoolgirlish. Her tit felt minuscule on my back, her tit not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her snatch hot as her helping hand joined Clinton 's on my white meat."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder joint, and I shuddered between my two devotee. My hired hand moved lower, feeling the all-embracing shoulders and firm musculus of my husband. His prick pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, tidal bore to take me again.

And I was so racy. So wet. I wanted this. My justly arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my hubby closer to me. My nipples brushed his unassailable chest as he and Vicky kneaded my tit. My pussy clenched again.

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

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My eye opened.

I stared into the comrade chocolate-brown eyes 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 hubby '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, tough, 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 wrong. Far wronger than sleeping with my sis. This was my son kissing me, his strong prick pressed into my stomach, his firm hired hand on my vertebral column. 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.

"Feel how hard he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."grab his cock. palpate it. He 's so Brobdingnagian. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't give you."

My slit clenched again. They know about my baby and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hand moving, pressing on my shoulder joint, pushing me over onto my book binding. He grinned at me.

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

I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so handsome. Just like his beginner. I could almost imagine it was Hilary Clinton. They looked so much a the like except Clint had my nose, lowly than his sire 's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His hands pushed my thigh apart.

"Do n't contend this, Mom,"he growled, licking his backtalk as melodic line nuzzled at my knocker. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet congregation of my pussy."You need this."

rip trickled down my brass as he lifted my second joint, throwing my stifle over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's turncock pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My married man was so strong. He took explosive charge of me from High School. When he desired my sister and wanted to have a go at it 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 give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to dish and delight her man. She could n't severalize me what to do. She could n't appropriate me by the tomentum, bemuse me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't fill 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 purulent that birthed him. I shuddered, melody 's lip nibbling and sucking on my mammilla. 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 hammer to get it on your pussy and give you what you need."

"Oh, Lord,"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 hand smacked tonal pattern 's ass. A bite slap. tonal pattern moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my nipple. He was taking his half-sister in hand, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was slavish, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck Mommy 's snatch,"I said, shuddering, my core quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the menage."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's heavily pecker to bed her twat. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his stopcock. I had to find 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 grinning crossing his mouth."She 's my girl. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

tonal pattern 's sassing popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her vox a mix of pleasure and shock."Really ?"

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

She grinned and engulfed my mamilla, sucking so gruelling. I shuddered, my niece 's sassing so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on flack. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a bedamn tease.

"Please jazz your Mommy 's pussy. Please. ma needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's cock rammed into my wet puss. My heart widened. A huge moan exploded from my sass as his thick, long cock slammed into my depth. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His light beam was thicker than his male parent 's, not quite as long, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's cock as my hips bucked. My breast jiggled while tonal pattern kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair's-breadth spilling about my pap as my son rammed his hawkshaw over and over into my hot depths.

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

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

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

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other bosom and sucked on my mammilla, her tits pressing into my frame, so round and firm with youth. My helping hand shot out, stroking her second joint as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so slopped and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy loves my hawkshaw. You love your son fucking 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 know it whenever you want. I love this cock. I love my son 's cock."

It was so wrong, so forbid to feel my son fucking the cunt which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so duncish and hard and ramming so fast into me. His Ball smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I was n't on the pill. William Jefferson 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 fecund. Only thirty-six.

He could cover me. My son could breed me.

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

My pussycat milked his cock, bore for my son 's incestuous semen as he pounded me hard. Ripples of seventh heaven flowed out of my pussycat and washed through my consistency. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my puss hard 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, auntie Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the Adam shone onto my mind, bright rays of seventh heaven blinding my thinking, another quiver went through me. Another orgasm burst in my twat at Melody 's Word. My niece stared at me, her vernal face 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 bliss warming my mind."stock your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the house. Our pussy are yours."

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

"darn, 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 whore. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as flashy as I could as another coming exploded inside of me. firework detonated across my vision. The reality grew fuzzy with ecstasy. The bed creaked. My puss clenched on his dick. His balls 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 exact me as his, just like his forefather had twenty days ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his shaft into me. His hot cum pumped into my astuteness. flak after blast of incestuous seminal fluid flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every finis 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 depths. A grinning 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 center on my romance novel as I lay in bed. air 's language echoed in my psyche : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our full cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since lowest night. I had bother quiescency, tossing, turning. He made me experience so funny between my thigh. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my love affair novels, aching for her devotee to take her.

To postulate her severe and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hired man crept down my nightgown. I knew it was haywire to refer myself and consider about my pal, but I could n't help it. Not since terminal night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard line moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin kitty. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's big expression, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like dada. 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 ...