Incestuous hareem
Chapter Two : Banging Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's snatch clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window of my attic 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 female parent kissing.

Our mothers. baby. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both elderly women in bikinis catching the last rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with passion, her hand sliding down my aunt 's cervix to the shoulder strap of a red bikini, tracing it small and abject to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Jesus H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my full cousin 's turn breasts."I ... I ..."

"I know,"Melody said, squirming, stirring her hot puss 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 final twelvemonth we had been kissing cousin. We were both xix, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our female parent, for some intellect, bought planetary house side-by-side. I grew up with tune. She was a tomboy who would rather act as war or violent television games than with dame. But that did n't have in mind she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my deadened dad berated me for letting the family declension apart after his death 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 take the final dip into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

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

Melody wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the kinsperson back in note. To be the man and render my mom, both my babe, Aunt Vicky, and melodic phrase 's younger babe who was in bearing. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"aunty Cheryl 's hand is slipping into my mom 's two-piece top,"line gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the semen from our first fucking. I had n't even thought about using shelter. We were both virgin, so no danger of disease, but I could still do her pregnant.

The approximation of Melody carrying my kid made my dick pounding harder. My pelvic arch moved as I watched our female parent kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's bosom. fingerbreadth pinched a tit. It was punishing to see details from my third gear story windowpane, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's pussy, my fingerbreadth finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow rhythm of my prick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with head. Pleasure rippled down my calamus. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped melodic line."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,"line gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's crapulence problem. That she was passing out in my mom 's sleeping accommodation but ..."

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

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of auntie Vicky, the duad kissing laborious as they ground on the chaise waiting area president. I could almost get word the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her dingy bikini bottoms."So infernal much, Melody."

I plunged my peter over and over into my cousin 's sozzled cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every diagonal. I loved the audio, 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 hindquarters, finger's breadth 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 sis like I had seen adult female do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me operose. constrict me against the window and just Syrian pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this raging moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My good hand abandoned her titty, sliding down her flat venter, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her second joint. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot detrition. It increased the hotness in my balls, bringing them faithful and close to moil over and exploding into my full cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, take hold of 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 mother be dirty 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 body as I drew closer and closer to an climax, my finger dancing on her clitoris."They 're keeping it in the family. Just like us."

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

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

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

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

strain moaned, grinding her ass back into my jetty as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my first base cousin-german right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the theatre now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, pleasance thrusting into my brain with every detonation of cum bursting from my putz. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clinch teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my full cousin, sucking in hint, my straits dizzy from the pleasure. From the shiver of fucking melody and watching our mothers. strain trembled in my arms. I took cryptical breaths, kissing at her neck opening, savoring the feel of her binding and ass pressed against my chest of drawers and bulwark. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"passion you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling Aunt Vicky to her base. Her white meat were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio room access and out of pot. They were going inside to aunt Vicky 's bedroom to construct love.

"jack,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch over it all,"tune giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening rooster plopping out of her wet pussy. Her turn titty pressed into my breast as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opponent of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel optic."You want to bed 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 min ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, air had indicated she would take in a triplet with me. She would do what I wanted. My custody slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"Melody shivered as she mentioned her untested sister, Lee.

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

"And what about ingenuous Alicia ?"Melody asked, her phonation breathy."So petite and small and pipe down. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books ? Do you think her soundbox is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to instruct her ?"

"melodic line,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her part while figure of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old babe, danced in my mind. She was slim, midget, with her shabu and light-brown pilus in pigtails. She was so quiet, so antisocial, spending all her time reading material since Dad 's Death, withdrawn.

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

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

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

"ass,"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 cock getting hard again."You want to ploughshare our family with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her heart wide."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so green-eyed and so wet at the same prison term. I 'm your miss, Clint. Yours."Her bridge player seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left boob."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were slight kids. And if you want other women than ... than ..."

"You want to delight 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 believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one nighttime, rubbing out back to back coming. And once a few weeks ago when air was out of townspeople, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to fuck my mom."

"And I know just how,"tune purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet turncock 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 conceive this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my puss as my dirty imagery went wild, ignited by watching my mom and aunt Cheryl necking and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasy that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of early cleaning woman, wondering what it would be like to kiss a daughter, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted other char. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our syndicate. Clint was the man now in both our fellowship. My father, the sperm 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 month apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handwork around our mansion, 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 sis when they misbehaved.

His expiry had both our families off kelter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in telephone line, reining in my bratty sis, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to understand 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 chamber earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the following level. I did n't care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would express him.

"What 's your programme ?"Clint asked as I knelt before him in the space between his bed and the windowpane, the sloping attic ceiling over our head.

I seized his peter, wet with my pussy. I could smell the sweet-smelling 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 Hilary Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to puzzle out at the university tomorrow dayspring with her public debate club."I took a farsighted, slow salt lick up his cock, savoring my pussy juices on him. His dick thrust so long before him. I think he was boastful than an average dick. I really did n't have a lot to liken him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And ?"Clint groaned, his sinewy chest rippling 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 lots energy to stay in the theater. Your sisters will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blond aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a cleaning lady her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

"piece of ass, melodic phrase,"groaned Clint."And we just pounce on her ?"

"Yes. Just get her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo often like your dad."He did. The Sami chiseled Chin and strong dead body, the same nighttime 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 curls. He forced my mouth down his tool.

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

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

"mother fucker, Melody,"he groaned."That 's dainty. I 've wanted you to foul up me for so long."

I wanted to reply him, but his mitt was on my head, directing me, taking charge. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in electric charge, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was aphrodisiacal and within reason.

My pussy clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the test copy of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my kitty-cat, exploring my labia. I tried to experience 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 mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my slit was n't so mingy, but opened by his stopcock. I pushed into my fold and did n't feel my hymen. No membrane of skin, full of small holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to fuck off, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky walls on his cock.

"We 're going to bang my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hired man twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the only on-key blond in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton glad. Alicia, Clint 's younger sis, was the adjacent closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to eff her and devote her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my prick into my mom 's slit. Shit, that 's the slit that birthed me. I 'm going to hump her so intemperate. And then you 're going to lap her purulent clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that type of porn."

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

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would puzzle out all his jizz from his mom 's twat. I would devour him. My digit made wet, squelching strait as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

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

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

"diddlyshit,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My pitiful orb hurt, but I need to burn one finale load into your fresh mouth."

I shuddered, my pussycat clenching hard on my finger's breadth. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his side as I ground the bounder of my mitt on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His digit tightened in my hair. His typeface twisted, lip opening move. His articulatio coxae shook. And then his cum spurted into my back talk. Salty and thick. It was a little bitter. A rut rushed through me as I swallowed the first of all load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

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

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

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thigh spread wide-eyed, her pussycat gaping open from her son 's big dick fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depth, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and down her.

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

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

I smiled."love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my sleeping room to shower off. melodic line wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her pep pill thigh. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde pilus tousled from our love making, her pap dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she take care 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 prick twitch. And it was so sore from three coming so close together.

We passed my baby Alicia 's threshold on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small titty jiggling, her petite soundbox palpitation, her digit rubbing her virgin snatch as she imagined she was tonal pattern.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. contribution of me wanted to shed open the threshold and catch up with her jilling her kitty-cat, 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 recoup after three multiplication, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with water and liquid ecstasy. The hot water system heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three women in the household, hot water supply could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to snap up herself two piece before retreating to her chamber. She would n't even appear at me, her eyes downcast the entire time. I thought it might have been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, tonal pattern and i finished our mathematics preparation then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable system channels.

We settled on a cheesy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless picture that had Melody giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making sleep with a net fourth dimension before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was snug.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an show telling me to sleep with every womanhood in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her face. I watched her eternal rest, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her nude ass.

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

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

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

I shrugged."Not why my cock '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."mulct, it 's an pose ass."

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

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

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

Melody followed me into the bath. Which was a niggling weird and a picayune sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second base toilet, she perched on the sink, eyes wide-eyed, eagre to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"Sometimes it does n't shoot out straight,"I shrugged."Especially after I masturbate. And when it 's rear, it 's knockout to lower 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 piss everywhere. I gave her another look."Are you into watersports, melodic phrase ?"

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

"No, mass getting peed on or drinking it. People are into that. You can line up it on the internet."

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

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

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

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the piss. My prick twitched. A girl 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 affair. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty smile."I 'll let you wipe my pussy."

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

"gross,"she said, giving me a keen slug to the belly. Not voiceless, she never hit me hard. 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 facial expression as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy soundbox with pee ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your nipples 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 toilsome for rattling this sentence. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had might over her. That she would reconcile 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 girl, Clint. You 're so toilsome. I can suck your dick right wing now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

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

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

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

Those three words had such a wonderful effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me backbreaking, 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 aphrodisiacal mom.

I wiped melodic line 's pussy. She shuddered, knack over the retort as I rubbed the toilet newspaper publisher up and down her shaved pussy rim. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its case, and she moaned as I massaged it with the john paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

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

My sisters did n't egress from their bedroom while we ate. Zoey had work last Nox, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled strain out the door with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so verboten, but after last night, sleeping with my cousin-german than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't worry. 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 lock so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

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

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second floor hall and staring at the door at the end. The master bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her baby. My cock ached.

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

I boldly opened the room access. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the over-embellished canvass molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, forgetful to the sunlight streaming through the windowpane. An empty box of wine-colored and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of meat of the bed.

"flavor that,"melodic phrase said, inhaling."Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my dick throb harder."deplume the covering fire off of her. I want to see my mom."

strain licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my jersey and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and lover pulled back the sheets in a ace tug, unveiling my mom 's organic structure. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her face, the roots dark brown. She had toned legs and sonsie hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such taboo Passion of Christ between her thighs.

My bash came undone. I pushed down my jeans and boxers in a 1 motion, my hawkshaw bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her body against me. Her sass nuzzled at my ear.

"issue her. feed your mom what she needs,"she purred as she stroked my dick.

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

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep breathing space as I smelled the fragrance of her spicy pussycat. There was something dry on her lips, a swoon sheen of succus. My auntie 's pussy. My shaft throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hired hand stroked her face, brushing back her haircloth. She was so gorgeous, rim plump, skin smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

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

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

My putz throbbed so laborious as line, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's lips kissed mine, impregnable and surd, not like my sis 's soft brim. A strong hand squeezed my titty. I rose out of the fog of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the buss, a ho-hum ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

William Jefferson Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A fair sex was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her delicate men stroked me. This had to be a dreaming. A grand aspiration of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My mitt moved, stroking Clinton 's impudence as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the pipe dream would ostracise if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his malar bone. He squeezed my breast harder, his finger digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my organic structure to my cunt. I squirmed my pelvic girdle, the bed creak as my clit throbbed. The dull aching faded from my headspring as I savored the buss. Clinton 's glossa pressed into my lip, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more schoolgirlish. Her breasts felt smaller on my cover, her mamilla not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her mitt joined Bill 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 unspecific shoulder and strong heftiness of my husband. His dick pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, eager to get me again.

And I was so gamey. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My tit brushed his strong chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My puss clenched again.

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

Son ? aunt Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the familiar dark-brown eyes of my married man 's. But the face was n't as ruby and weathered as it should be. Was n't as aged. It was my married man 's face 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, powerful, commanding.

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

Oh, this was wrong. Far untimely than sleeping with my babe. This was my son kissing me, his hard peter pressed into my stomach, his firm custody on my rachis. 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 pair were in love—they were n't as measured 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.

"tone how hard he is, auntie Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. Feel it. He 's so Brobdingnagian. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't turn over you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flapping shot through me as Clint broke the candy kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my articulatio humeri, 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 eye misting. He was so handsome. Just like his father. I could almost ideate it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his male parent 's. He was unassailable, though, sinewy and bold. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

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

bust trickled down my cheek as he lifted my second joint, throwing my knees over his shoulder just like his dad would, my rosehip lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressure at the entrance of my cunt. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took tutelage of me from High School. When he desired my sister and wanted to have it off 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 up. 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 sequester me by the hair, throw me down, and have it off me like a cyprian when I was naughty. She could n't replete me with her shaft. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his putz against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, strain 's mouth nibbling and sucking on my tit. 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 love 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 melodic phrase."But he 's figured it out. Finally."

Clint 's hand smacked melody 's ass. A stick slap. Melody moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my mammilla. He was taking his stepsister 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 twat,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my unassailable son. To the man of the house."Please, please. ma needs her big son 's heavy cock to love her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. I had to feel him in me. I was so wet.

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

"Yours,"I moaned, shivering.

"And Melody 's,"he added, a grin crossing his rim."She 's my girl. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

melodic line 's lip popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her voice 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 engulf my pap, sucking so intemperately. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on flame. I needed my son 's turncock in me so badly. He was such a blasted tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's cock rammed into my wet cunt. My eyes widened. A immense groan exploded from my sassing as his midst, long cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His slam was thicker than his father 's, not quite as long, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

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

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

"You 're such a bad mom,"he groaned."A wicked Mommy 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 stud. I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his orb smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a stud. He 's a stud poker, Melody."

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

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

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

It was so damage, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so fatheaded and hard and ramming so fast into me. His bollock smacked into my contamination were all full of his cum.

I was n't on the pill. 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 tribute. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded severely and fast inside of me.

My snatch milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous seeded player as he pounded me gruelling. rippling of cloud nine flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy 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, aunty Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the disco biscuit shone onto my mind, lustrous beam of bliss blinding my view, another shudder went through me. Another coming burst in my snatch at line 's words. My niece stared at me, her vernal font flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in mamma 's kitty-cat,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind."Breed 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. engender your mother."

"Shit, 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 tabu boot."Cum in me, Clint !"

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my visual sense. The humankind grew hazy with rapture. The bed creaked. My puss clenched on his dick. His glob smacked against my taint as my knocker jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his heart and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To arrogate me as his, just like his father had twenty class ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my profundity. Blast after bam of incestuous seed flooded my fertile twat. I gasped, my twat 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 swim in my profundity. A smile crossed my lip. There was no going back.

And I did n't require to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't condense on my romance novel as I lay in bed. tonal pattern 's words echoed in my thinker : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our cousin last nighttime. The wrangle hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had difficulty quiescency, tossing, turning. He made me sense so suspect between my thighs. Made me wrestle my stage. I felt like one of the women in my Romance novels, aching for her lover to exact her.

To take her backbreaking and bonk her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other helping hand crept down my nightie. I knew it was haywire to touch myself and think about my brother, but I could n't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My heart closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome case, so proud, so strong, so loving. He was just like pa. 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 ...