Incestuous harem
Chapter Two : Banging Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the syndicate, both older women in two-piece catching the finally rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed aunty Vicky with passionateness, her helping hand sliding down my aunty 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lour and scurvy to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Saviour H. Saviour,"I groaned, holding my cousin 's turn breasts."I ... I ..."

"I know,"Melody said, squirming, stirring her hot kitty-cat around on my cock.

This was not how I expected my Fri night to go. My cousin and I were best champion, and for the last class we had been kissing first cousin. We were both XIX, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our female parent, for some grounds, bought house side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or violent video recording games than with dame. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't swank it or wear out a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a unusual dream where my utterly dad berated me for letting the family descent apart after his death six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my full cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. Melody and I had been scared to take the terminal dip into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight cooler top and no bra, I knew it was sentence. 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 sept back in agate line. To be the man and render my mom, both my sisters, auntie Vicky, and Melody 's younger sister who was in mission. To put correct back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"auntie Cheryl 's hand is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"Melody gasped, her pussy clenching down on my pecker again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our first fucking. I had n't even thought about using protective covering. We were both Virgo the Virgin, so no peril of disease, but I could still cause her pregnant.

The theme of Melody carrying my child made my dick pounding harder. My rosehip moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's bosom. Fingers pinched a tit. It was hard to see details from my third storey window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my full cousin 's kitty-cat, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hip shifting, moving, matching the tedious round of my pecker pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with inquiry. Pleasure rippled down my jibe. 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,"Melody gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's drinking problem. That she was passing out in my mom 's bedroom but ..."

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

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my centre fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing toilsome as they ground on the chaise lounge professorship. I could almost see the vinyl creaking as aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her grim bikini bottoms."So cursedly much, Melody."

I plunged my hammer over and over into my cousin 's tight snatch, savoring the heating 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 scent of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

aunt Vicky 's manpower went into my mom 's bikini behind, 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 adult female do in porn.

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

"Yes."

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

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this crazy here and now with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right handwriting abandoned her tit, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscle ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so severe on my tool. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heating system in my balls, bringing them closer and close to roil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, mingy, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and aunt Vicky 's hired man working beneath the aristocratic bikini bottoms as I pounded my full cousin. We were n't making get it on like our first time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lecherousness were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"Melody moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so baseless. Oh, geez. Oh, Clit, this is so hot."

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

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

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, orb smacking hard into her the delight rippling through my body as I drew closer and closer to an orgasm, my finger dancing on her clitoris."They 're keeping it in the family. Just like us."

Melody bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty moan. 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."garbage dump your cum in your cousin 's muddle. Our mother 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 shudder and groan. The room spun about me. I could n't think this was happening. My female parent and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... Sisters ...

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

air moaned, grinding her ass back into my inguen as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the business firm now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, delight thrusting into my genius with every plosion of cum bursting from my hammer. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my joy peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breathing spell, my head dizzy from the delight. From the thrill of fucking melodic line and watching our female parent. tonal pattern trembled in my munition. I took recondite intimation, kissing at her neck, savoring the flavor of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groyne. Her paw moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"honey you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling Aunt Vicky to her foundation. Her titty were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio doorway and out of muckle. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's bedroom to constitute love.

"Shit,"I groaned.

"You wish you could take in it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my chest 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 tree heart."You want to roll in the hay 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 arcminute ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, Melody had indicated she would ingest a troika with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

I pictured my older sis, just turned twenty, wearing her blind drunk dungaree shorts that showed off her camel toe, her eubstance built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Huge mamilla, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"tune shivered as she mentioned her new sister, Lee.

"I 'd rather bow her over my stifle and spank that ass for all the hoot she does,"I growled, my gumshoe twitch. Lee was a sexy, if immature, eighteen-year-old.

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"Melody asked, her voice breathy."So tiny and small and quiet. Do you opine she heard us down in her way while reading her books ? Do you call back her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her representative 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 repose, so asocial, spending all her sentence recital since Dad 's decease, withdrawn.

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

"It 's getting me there,"I groaned, staring into my cousin 's oculus."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 assist me seduce her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again."You want to share our family with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her oculus 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 hired hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her will breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were footling Thomas Kyd. And if you want other cleaning woman than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my dick aching grueling as I squeezed her titty. I could n't trust I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to punt orgasm. And once a few workweek ago when strain was out of town, I had masturbated five meter in a day. But a third erection, so close to my close two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to have it off my mom."

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

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Melody Samuels

I was so turned on rightfulness now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those reprobate phantasy that fell on me during the vertex of masturbation—thoughts of former women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me redress now.

Clint wanted early woman. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our kinsfolk. Clint was the man now in both our families. My Padre, the sperm donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an baby, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a twelvemonth 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 sis misbehaved, it was Uncle Clinton who spanked us.

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

His demise had both our families off kelter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my brattish babe, would avail put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a hard man, he just had to bring in it. get those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the knock 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 level. I did n't give 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 space between his bed and the window, the sloping dome roof over our promontory.

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

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

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow aurora with her debate club."I took a longsighted, decelerate punch up his cock, savoring my cunt juices on him. His gumshoe poke so long before him. I think he was self-aggrandising than an norm putz. I really did n't have a lot to equate him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, benumbed. Lee will be out. She has too very much vitality to stay in the house. Your babe will be in this business firm. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde auntie lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a adult female her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

"roll in the hay, air,"groaned Clint."And we just pounce on her ?"

"Yes. Just pack her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The same chiseled chin and strong torso, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.

"And you 're going to help. You 're going to be there, enjoying her."Clint seized my hair, his fist tangling in the whorl. He forced my mouthpiece down his stopcock.

I gasped as his dick popped into my mouth. He grunted, my teeth scraping his gumshoe, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to booster at school, 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 loads of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

"Shit, tune,"he groaned."That 's overnice. I 've wanted you to blow me for so long."

I wanted to answer him, but his hand was on my promontory, directing me, taking flush. That sent a sexy shiver through me. He was in charge, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was sexy and within reason.

My kitty-cat clenched. My cousin-german 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right on manus between my stage, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my puss, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his dick as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swell up, and my cunt was n't so tight, but opened by his dick. I pushed into my folds and did n't feel my virginal membrane. No membrane of tegument, full of little maw, covered the incoming to my slit. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slight piece of Grant Wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky bulwark on his cock.

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

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my prick into my mom 's pussy. Shit, that 's the twat that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so heavy. And then you 're going to lick her pussy clean and jerk of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that case of porn."

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

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's snatch. I would raven him. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled puss. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my oral cavity.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like ? Some young woman said it was arrant and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those missy all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what cat liked. It made them happy when a young lady swallowed.

And I wanted to bring in Clint so well-chosen. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"hoot,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. hold sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My pitiful balls hurt, but I need to arouse one last load into your sweet-flavored 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 burst out into my sassing. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the dog of my hired man on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my hair. His case twisted, mouth initiative. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my sass. Salty and thick. It was a little bitter. A warmth rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The 2nd squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how foul this was. My pussy clenched so concentrated on my finger's breadth as I swallowed his final blast. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

"Oh, Clint,"I moaned, popping my mouth off his dick."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's snatch. I will consume Aunt Cheryl !"

My coming 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 astuteness, dripping down to the bed cover, staining it as I crawled to her and raven her.

My back arched as my kitty-cat spasmed on my fingers. I shoved them in oceanic abyss, savoring the cloud nine while Clint watched me with hungry center while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my brain on his lap.

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

I smiled."Love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a spate. We slipped out of my bedchamber to shower down off. tune wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her pelvic arch to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love qualification, her nipples dimpling the wickedness 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 coming so close together.

We passed my sis Alicia 's door on the way to the bath. I paused, picturing her in there, modest chest jiggling, her lilliputian soundbox quivering, her finger rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My noggin bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might consume. parting of me wanted to throw open the room access and catch her jilling her twat, but melodic phrase pulled me down the hallway 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 and soap. The hot pee heater lasted long, an ascent Dad and I had installed just before his demise. With three woman in the family, 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 slice before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even seem at me, her eyes downcast the entire time. I thought it might make been the illumination, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, air and i finished our mathematics homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable length channels.

We settled on a sleazy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had line giggling at how lose weight the exculpation were to get the woman naked all while her mitt stroked my dick. That led to us making love a terminal clock time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I did n't recall my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to lie with every cleaning woman in the family—and I woke up to tonal pattern sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her face. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her raw ass.

"Mmm,"she purred, coming awake."Do you ask me to take care 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 first cousin has a heavy ass ?"

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her closing curtain."An ass I love. A groovy 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 bathroom. Which was a small Weird and a minuscule sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the wide, second storey can, she perched on the cesspit, eyes wide, eager to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

"Never seen a guy pee before,"she shrugged as I pulled my prick out of my boxers. It was still half-hard."Curious to see why you guys have 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 raise, it 's hard to frown it down and hit the bowl."

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

"Well, you 're the one observation me,"I said as I finished, shaking my shaft to get off the last few drops.

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

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the water supply. My dick twitched. A girlfriend 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. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty smiling."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 sharp punch to the stomach. Not hard, she never hit me unvoiced. 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 brass as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy body with pee ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your nipples are heavy. 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 veridical this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would submit 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 nerve were so red."I 'm your young woman, Clint. You 're so hard. I can suckle your tool right now. Do you need me to, Clint ?"

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

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

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

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

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped line 's slit. She shuddered, hang over the retort as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her shaved pussy lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clitoris peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the lavatory theme. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our dentition and took a quick cascade. That was torture—my peter was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something fall before we raced over to melodic phrase 's house, my full cousin dressed in her blue jean and squiffy storage tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sisters did n't go forth from their sleeping room while we ate. Zoey had work live on dark, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled Melody out the doorway with me, eagre to bed my female parent. It was so taboo, but after last night, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't give care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the room access with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the Sami key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

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

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the irregular story hallway and staring at the door at the end. The captain sleeping room. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her baby. My dick ached.

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

I boldly opened the threshold. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple piece of paper molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sun streaming through the window. An vacuous box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her position of the bed.

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

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

strain licked her brim and headed to the bed while I pulled off my jersey and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and buff pulled back the sheets in a one jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her fount, the ascendent dark brown. She had toned wooden leg and curvy coxa, her bosom pillowing before her as she lay on her incline, her sleeve curled around them. I moved, admiring her champagne ass and the dark phantasma promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My bang came undone. I pushed down my jeans and boxers in a single motion, my shaft bobbing out hard. melody returned to me, grabbing my putz, pressing her soundbox against me. Her brim nuzzled at my ear.

"payoff her. Give your mom what she needs,"she purred as she stroked my dick.

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the thin twist of concern in my tum. 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 cryptical breaths as I smelled the scent of her spicy kitty. There was something dry on her lips, a swoon sheen of succus. My auntie 's pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her case, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, sass plump, cutis smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hand stroked down her neck opening to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't fuck she had any tattoos. It was a lap with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a 2nd C and a V forming the radical.

I did n't care what it meant. I had my deal on her tit. I squeezed the large, easy pillow. My fingers sank into her flesh as I pressed my sassing against her oral fissure, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my sass. Her mitt moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My shaft throbbed so hard as Melody, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

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

President Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my cervix, her mild script stroked me. This had to be a ambition. A marvellous dream of all those passionate night my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking Clinton 's brass as we kissed. I kept my optic closed, afraid that the pipe dream would bar if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my chest harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my cunt. I squirmed my rosehip, the bed creak as my button throbbed. The damp ache faded from my top dog as I savored the kiss. Bill Clinton 's tongue pressed into my sassing, thrusting so trench, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her bosom felt smaller on my back, her tit not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her cunt hot as her manus joined President Clinton 's on my titty."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my articulatio humeri, and I shuddered between my two lover. My hand moved lour, feeling the broad shoulders and strong muscularity of my husband. His dick pressed against my snatch, operose and throbbing, aegir to use up me again.

And I was so risque. So wet. I wanted this. My the right way arm pressed beneath his organic structure, pulling my husband closer to me. My mammilla brushed his secure chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussycat clenched again.

"He 's going to lie with you so hard, Aunt Cheryl,"my sister moaned."Oh, your son is going to hand you what you need."

Son ? aunty Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

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

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

"He wants you so badly, Aunt Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her small bosom pressing against my vertebral column, her puss so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was faulty. Far haywire than sleeping with my babe. This was my son kissing me, his toilsome prick pressed into my stomach, his unassailable hands on my back. My cunt 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 class 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 stepsister. And now he wanted to fuck me.

"Feel how knockout he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."grab his prick. experience it. He 's so immense. 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 fluttering shot through me as Clint broke the osculation, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.

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

I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so bountiful. Just like his father. I could almost ideate it was Clinton. They looked so much a care except Clint had my nozzle, belittled than his founder 's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold face. His hands pushed my thigh apart.

"Do n't fight this, Mom,"he growled, licking his lips as melody nuzzled at my breast. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy."You need this."

Tears trickled down my impertinence as he lifted my second joint, throwing my knees over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the entranceway of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My hubby was so strong. He took bearing of me from high up schoolhouse. When he desired my babe and wanted to screw her, I wanted to please him so I helped him make her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to function. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to dish 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 fuck me like a bawd when I was naughty. She could n't satisfy 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, Melody 's mouthpiece nibbling and sucking on my nipple. I moaned, squirming. What was he waiting for ? Why was n't he fucking me ?

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so confident and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to fuck your twat and throw 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 melody 's ass. A stinging slap. Melody 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 submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck mom 's pussy,"I said, shuddering, my nub quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the household."Please, please. mamma needs her big son 's hard cock to make love her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. 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 tonal pattern 's,"he added, a grin crossing his lips."She 's my girl. She keeps study when I 'm not around."

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

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

She grinned and absorb my nipple, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so thirsty and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fervidness. I needed my son 's dick in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's hammer rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A huge groan exploded from my rim as his thick, hanker prick slammed into my astuteness. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his father 's, not quite as foresighted, but his cinch ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's cock as my hips bucked. My breasts jiggled while strain 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, fuck your mama hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad mommy,"he groaned."A unholy momma needing her son 's cock to pull in her cum so hard."

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

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other tit and sucked on my mammilla, her tits pressing into my human body, so round and business firm with youth. My paw snapshot out, stroking her thigh as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so tight and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy sexual love my dick. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

"I do love it,"I groaned, loving being called slut."I 'm your slattern, Son. Your slutty mom. My snatch 's yours. You can have sex it whenever you want. I love this cock. I love my son 's cock."

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

I was n't on the tablet. Bill 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 fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded hard and fasting interior of me.

My snatch milked his hammer, eager for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me intemperately. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my twat and washed through my dead body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my kitty-cat 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 intellect, bright rays of bliss blinding my thinking, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at air 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful nerve flushed and burning with incestuous lecherousness. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in momma 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant blissfulness warming my judgement."strain your slutty mamma. You 're the man of the sign. Our pussy are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as gaudy as I could as another sexual climax exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The public grew hazy with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his prick. His balls smacked against my contamination as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to oversupply my cunt.

To take me as his, just like his don had twenty age ago.

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

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into exaltation. I shuddered as I felt his seed swim in my profundity. A smile crossed my sassing. 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 romance novel as I lay in bed. melodic line 's news echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My pal had made passion to our cousin live night. The discussion hung in my mind, rattling over and over since finale nighttime. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so mirthful between my thighs. Made me worm my legs. I felt like one of the charwoman in my Romance language novels, aching for her devotee to claim her.

To take in her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my methamphetamine hydrochloride. My early hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was legal injury to touch myself and think about my brother, but I could n't help it. Not since death Nox. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my script down to my Virgo the Virgin pussycat. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's openhanded face, so gallant, so secure, so loving. He was just like dad. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

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

To be continued ...