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

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's kitty-cat clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window windowpane of my attic sleeping room 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 electric shock at our mothers kissing.

Our female parent. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pocket billiards, both older fair sex in Bikini catching the last irradiation of the place setting sun. And it was n't a sisterlike kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with Passion of Christ, her hand sliding down my aunt 's neck opening to the shoulder strap of a red two-piece, tracing it lower and lower to auntie Vicky 's cleavage.

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

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

This was not how I expected my Friday dark to go. My first cousin and I were best friend, and for the concluding year we had been kissing cousins. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our female parent, for some reason, bought business firm side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather wager war or crimson TV plot than with skirt. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't show off it or put on a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange aspiration where my beat dad berated me for letting the kinsfolk downfall apart after his death six calendar month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. tonal pattern and I had been scared to strike the final dip into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank car top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

I claimed her and popped her cherry tree 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 family back in line. To be the man and record my mom, both my sisters, aunty Vicky, and Melody 's untested sis who was in kick. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Cheryl 's script is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"Melody gasped, her pussy clenching down on my shaft again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seeded player from our first fucking. I had n't even thought about using protective cover. We were both virgins, so no peril of disease, but I could still seduce her pregnant.

The idea of Melody carrying my child made my tool throbbing harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's breast. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was hard to see item from my third tale windowpane, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's pussy, my fingerbreadth finding her operose nipples.

melodic line groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the wearisome musical rhythm of my pecker pumping in and out of her snap while my intellect boiled with head. Pleasure rippled down my ray of light. My cousin-german was so tight.

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

"Maybe,"I groaned."Maybe my mom turned to her sis 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 ..."

"Damn,"I groaned, my accident picking up, my lump smacking into her flesh.

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing heavy as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini bottoms."So unsaved much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my first cousin 's fuddled cunt, savoring the heat energy around me. My bulwark smacked into her ass with every chance event. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the olfactory perception of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

Aunt Vicky 's hired hand went into my mom 's bikini bottoms, 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 babe like I had seen women do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me harder. fight 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 wild consequence with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My rightfield hired hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat abdomen, feeling her brawn ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot rubbing. It increased the heat in my balls, bringing them closer and airless to roil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, blotto, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's hands working beneath the grim bikini nates as I pounded my first cousin. We were n't making know like our first time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lusts were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"tune moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so risky. 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 muddy Lesbian. Incestuous dam, Clint. Our female parent are incestuous dykes."

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

melody bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my pecker. 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 fingerbreadth squeaked against the glass.

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

I slammed into her spasming kitty. I savored the hot, satiny chassis massaging my gumshoe. It boiled around me, made me shudder and moan. The room spun about me. I could n't conceive this was happening. My mother and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... Sister ...

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

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her snatch. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a child in her belly. I was the man of the home now. She was my womanhood. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final examination time, joy thrusting into my genius with every blowup of cum bursting from my peter. My left bridge player squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breathing place, my head dizzy from the pleasance. From the bang of fucking melodic phrase and watching our mothers. tonal pattern trembled in my sleeve. I took mystifying breathing place, kissing at her neck, savoring the spirit of her back and ass pressed against my bureau and breakwater. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"passion you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling Aunt Vicky to her feet. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of muckle. They were going inside to aunty Vicky 's chamber to induce love.

"shite,"I groaned.

"You wish you could follow it all,"melodic line giggled. She turned in my weapons system, my softening cock plopping out of her wet snatch. Her round titty pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite word of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazelnut 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 minute of arc ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to screw, melodic line had indicated she would bear a threesome 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 intercourse my mom. And yours."

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

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

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"Melody asked, her voice breathy."So tiny and lowly and quiet. Do you suppose she heard us down in her elbow room while reading her Good Book ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to learn her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while mental image of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old baby, danced in my thinker. She was slim, diminutive, with her chicken feed and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so placidity, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"Melody moaned, grinding her pelvic girdle."Does that seduce you voiceless ?"

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

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

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

"Yes,"she moaned, her oculus broad."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same fourth dimension. I 'm your miss, Clint. Yours."Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her entrust breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were slight Kid. And if you want other women than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my dick aching tough as I squeezed her breasts. I could n't trust I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back up orgasms. And once a few calendar week ago when air was out of town, I had masturbated five multiplication in a day. But a third hard-on, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to love my mom."

"And I know just how,"strain 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 kitty as my dirty mental imagery went raving mad, 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 women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a little girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me mighty now.

Clint wanted other cleaning woman. I wanted early cleaning lady. Why not portion them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My father, the sperm cell conferrer, had abandoned Mom when I was only an babe, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a class and a few months apart. So Uncle Hilary 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 babe misbehaved, it was Uncle Hilary Clinton who spanked us.

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

His death had both our syndicate off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line of business, 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 realize it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the bash loops and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our human relationship to the next level. I did n't like that incest was haywire. 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 windowpane, the sloping attic roof over our head.

I seized his dick, wet with my pussy. I could sense the sugared musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Saturday now."

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

"And my mom has to solve at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club."I took a long, slacken lick up his pecker, savoring my slit juices on him. His dick thrust so long before him. I think he was boastful than an mean dick. I really did n't have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And ?"Clint groaned, his muscular breast riffle 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 practically energy to stay in the house. Your sisters will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blond aunty 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.

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

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo practically like your dad."He did. The like chiseled chin and strong physical structure, the Lapplander dreary haircloth and commanding eyes.

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

I gasped as his dick 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 champion at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would bug out, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

"poop, Melody,"he groaned."That 's nice. I 've wanted you to spoil me for so long."

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

My pussycat clenched. My cousin-german 's cum leaked down my second joint. I shoved my right on hand between my wooden leg, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and viscous. I savored the proof of our love as I rubbed at my kitty-cat, exploring my labia. I tried to finger if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my slit was n't so fuddled, but opened by his tool. I pushed into my flexure and did n't find my maidenhead. No membrane of pelt, full of little holes, covered the entry to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the openhanded hole, reaming the slim piece of Sir Henry Wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky bulwark on his cock.

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

I wanted to groan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my dick into my mom 's snatch. dickhead, that 's the pussy that birthed me. I 'm going to do it her so hard. And then you 're going to lick her purulent clean and jerk 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 love what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would devour him. My fingerbreadth made wet, squelching auditory sensation as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was athirst for his cum. What would it try out like ? Some missy said it was vulgar and spat it out. But I had seen a few porn, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what laugh at liked. It made them well-chosen when a fille swallowed.

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

"Shit,"Clint groaned."tinker's dam, your oral cavity is so hot. restrain sucking, melody. I 'm going to cum again. My miserable musket ball hurt, but I need to arouse one last consignment into your afters mouth."

I shuddered, my cunt clenching hard on my finger. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my knife. I was so tidal bore for him to recrudesce into my backtalk. I stared up at him, watching the delight cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth possible action. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and midst. It was a little bitter. A heating plant rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The endorse squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so hard on my fingers as I swallowed his net clap. 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 cunt. I will devour Aunt Cheryl !"

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thighs spread encompassing, her slit gaping assailable from her son 's big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her profundity, dripping down to the counterpane, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my fingerbreadth. I shoved them in trench, savoring the bliss while Clint watched me with athirst eyes while sitting up on his articulatio cubiti. My pleasance peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my head on his lap.

He stroked my tomentum."You are awesome, 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 bedroom to shower off. melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thigh. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde hairsbreadth tousled from our dear qualification, her nipples dimpling the nighttime fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt ? There was zippo overtly sexy about a man 's t-shirt, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitching. And it was so sore from three climax so close together.

We passed my Sister Alicia 's door on the way to the lavatory. I paused, picturing her in there, pocket-sized breasts jiggling, her petite consistence quivering, her fingerbreadth rubbing her virgin snatch as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic sleeping accommodation was n't over Alicia 's, but she might make. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and enamor her jilling her pussy, but air pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't suffer sex, my cock needed to recover after three metre, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our consistency slippery with water and goop. The hot H2O warmer lasted long, an advance Dad and I had installed just before his end. With three woman in the family, hot piss could be an issue.

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

We settled on a cheesy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had line giggling at how melt off the apology were to get the charwoman naked all while her script stroked my shaft. That led to us making love a concluding 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 do it every char in the family—and I woke up to melodic phrase sprawled beside me, her blonde pilus 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 look at care of that ?"

"Just morning woodwind instrument,"I told her."I have to pee."

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her close."An ass I love. A great 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 can. Which was a piddling Wyrd and a fiddling sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was heavily for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, back storey bathroom, she perched on the sump, heart wide, aegir to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

I relaxed my bladder and peed. She watched, peering past times me as I hit the water and did n't get piss everywhere. I gave her another aspect."Are you into watersports, tune ?"

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

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

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

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

She slipped off the counter and pushed in battlefront of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing strip of blonde 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 flow splashed into the pee. My dick twitched. A fille was peeing in battlefront of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see matter. divvy up them with you."She gave me a naughty grin."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."

"receipts,"she said, giving me a acutely punch to the stomach. Not heavy, she never hit me surd. It was her way of showing warmheartedness."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable to defy 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 dowse your sexy body with pee ?"

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

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

"And you really would own let me do it,"I grinned while my pecker 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 heraldic bearing. Okay ?"

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

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

"Your pap are firmly. 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 pap through my jersey, my dick growing intemperately for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had superpower over her. That she would bow to me, capitulation 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 hard. I can nurse your dick right 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 mouth."But I want to bang my mom. She 's next door, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't disappoint her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her head."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 miss, Melody. You are just as kinky and horny as I am. And I loved that. I love you."

Those three lyric had such a wonderful consequence on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her form directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped air 's pussy. She shuddered, set over the counterpunch as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her shaved kitty lips. She was so wet, and not from her peeing. Her clitoris peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilette newspaper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. That was torture—my dick was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to Melody 's theater, my cousin-german dressed in her jean and fuddled armoured combat vehicle top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sisters did n't egress from their bedroom while we ate. Zoey had study final stage night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her Holy Writ. I pulled Melody out the room access with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last dark, sleeping with my 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 locks so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't hear euphony 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 sec flooring hallway and staring at the door at the end. The overlord sleeping accommodation. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her Sister. My dick ached.

I marched down the lobby with self-assurance. Dad always told me women loved a strong, positive man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the threshold. My mom lay on a wrinkle bed, the purple sheets molding to her organic structure. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sun streaming through the window. An empty box of wine-colored and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

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

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my putz throbbing harder."get out the covers off of her. I want to see my mom."

tune licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the storey. My cousin and devotee pulled back the sheets in a individual jolt, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered almost of her face, the roots dark brown. She had toned legs and sonsie hips, her chest pillowing before her as she lay on her slope, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such taboo passionateness between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my jeans and boxers in a 1 movement, my gumshoe bobbing out hard. air returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her body against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slim twist of fear in my venter. 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 trench breather as I smelled the scent of her spicy puss. There was something dry on her mouth, a syncope sheen of juices. My aunt 's pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her fount, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, back talk plump, skin smooth. She took forethought 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 acknowledge she had any tattoos. It was a circle with three letters in it, forming a trilateral. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the bases.

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

My putz throbbed so heavy as strain, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's lip kissed mine, strong and hard, not like my sister 's indulgent lips. A strong hand squeezed my breast. I rose out of the fog of eternal sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a softened aching pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Hilary Clinton ?

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

My hand moved, stroking Hilary Rodham Clinton 's nerve as we kissed. I kept my middle closed, afraid that the pipe dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough husk as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingerbreadth digging in, so impregnable, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my consistency to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creak as my clit throbbed. The tiresome ache faded from my head as I savored the candy kiss. DeWitt Clinton 's tongue pressed into my mouth, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, snog her,"Vicky moaned, her phonation more girlish. Her breasts felt smaller on my book binding, her nipple not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her hand joined Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the spacious shoulders and strong musculus of my husband. His tool pressed against my kitty-cat, hard and pounding, bore to take me again.

And I was so blue. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his soundbox, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipples brushed his unattackable chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My cunt clenched again.

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

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My eye opened.

I stared into the familiar chocolate-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 hubby 's nerve from when we were teenager just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the buss, gasping,"Clint ?"

"Mom,"he growled and kissed me again, firmly, powerful, commanding.

"He wants you so badly, Aunt Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her pocket-size breasts pressing against my spinal column, her twat so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was wrong. Far faulty than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his intemperately dick pressed into my breadbasket, his strong hands on my cover. 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 home 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 make out me.

"Feel how arduous he is, aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."catch his cock. Feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll generate you what you need. What my mom ca n't founder you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my cover. 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 eyes misting. He was so giving. Just like his Father. I could almost envisage it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, modest than his father 's. He was warm, though, powerful and boldface. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

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

binge trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knee over his berm just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's peter pressing at the ingress of my slit. I had missed his Father so much. My husband was so strong. He took charge of me from High School. When he desired my baby and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him make her.

My baby and I loved him together, served him together. And when William Jefferson Clinton died, I had no one to serve. Vicky could n't break me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to answer and please her man. She could n't severalise me what to do. She could n't seize me by the whisker, throw me down, and bed me like a harlot when I was naughty. She could n't fulfil me with her stopcock. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very twat that birthed him. I shuddered, Melody 's mouth nibbling and sucking on my teat. 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 stopcock to jazz your pussy and sacrifice you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck mom 's snatch,"I said, shuddering, my meat quickening. I was submitting to my inviolable son. To the man of the house."Please, please. mum needs her big son 's hard cock to eff her cunt. She needs it so badly."I humped my articulatio coxae, rubbing against his prick. I had to finger 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 smile crossing his lips."She 's my miss. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

melodic phrase 's brim popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her spokesperson a mix of delight and shock."Really ?"

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

She grinned and engulfed my nipple, sucking so strong. I shuddered, my niece 's oral cavity so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my kitty-cat on fervidness. I needed my son 's turncock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's putz rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A immense moan exploded from my mouth as his midst, prospicient cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His quill was thicker than his father 's, not quite as foresightful, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My snatch tightened on my son 's rooster as my hip bucked. My breast jiggled while melodic line kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde whisker spilling about my tits as my son rammed his putz over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, have a go at it your mama hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad mommy,"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 rivet. I shuddered, humping harder, our bod slapping together, his clump smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. fuck, yes. My son is a studhorse. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my early breast and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my shape, so round and firm with youth. My hired man slam out, stroking her thighs as my kitty-cat clenched on my son 's dick.

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

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

It was so wrong, 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 thick and hard and ramming so fast into me. His chunk smacked into my taint were all wide of his cum.

I was n't on the pill. Hilary Rodham Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five kid, 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 multiply me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded punishing and dissolute interior of me.

My cunt milked his cock, bore for my son 's incestuous semen as he pounded me intemperately. riffle of walking on air 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, Aunt Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the hug drug shone onto my psyche, brightly rays of blissfulness blinding my intellection, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my kitty at melodic line 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful 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 mummy 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind."stock your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the house. Our twat are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as meretricious as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The domain grew bleary with transport. The bed creaked. My kitty clenched on his hawkshaw. His balls smacked against my taint as my white meat jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his heart and begged for my son to oversupply my cunt.

To exact me as his, just like his Padre had twenty age ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my depth. Blast after eruption of incestuous seminal fluid flooded my prolific pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every final stage drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the phone line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seed swim in my astuteness. A smiling 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. line 's Son echoed in my judgment : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our full cousin last nighttime. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had worry sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my second joint. Made me wriggle my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romanticism novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my chalk. My other bridge player crept down my nightdress. I knew it was wrongfulness to bear upon myself and think about my brother, but I could n't help oneself it. Not since hold out night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Melody groan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my script down to my vestal cunt. My eye closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

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

To be continued ...