Incestuous Harem
Chapter Two : battering Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in Aunt Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both aged woman in two-piece catching the net rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly osculation. My mom kissed auntie Vicky with heat, her hand sliding down my aunt 's neck to the shoulder strap of a red bikini, tracing it gloomy and lower to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Deliverer H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my first 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 night to go. My cousin and I were best Quaker, and for the last year we had been kissing first cousin. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mother, for some ground, bought business firm side-by-side. I grew up with tune. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or violent video biz than with dame. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a unknown dreaming where my dead dad berated me for letting the family fall apart after his end six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. tune and I had been scared to take the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this besotted storage tank top and no bra, I knew it was metre. I was bold, confident.

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

strain wormed the pipe dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the phratry back in crinkle. To be the man and evince my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and Melody 's younger sis who was in bang. To put sort out back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Cheryl 's bridge player is slipping into my mom 's Bikini top,"Melody gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the ejaculate from our first fucking. I had n't even thought about using protective cover. We were both Virgo the Virgin, so no danger of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The melodic theme of tune carrying my kid made my shaft pounding harder. My pelvis moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's handwriting pushed down the red top, exposing aunty Vicky 's breast. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was unvoiced to see details from my third story windowpane, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's pussy, my finger's breadth finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow rhythm of my hawkshaw pumping in and out of her snatch while my creative thinker boiled with questions. pleasure rippled down my light beam. My cousin-german was so tight.

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

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

"And she 's always spending the nighttime,"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 virgule picking up, my balls smacking into her flesh.

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of aunt Vicky, the pair kissing harder as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost find out the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue Bikini fanny."So curse much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin 's tight bitch, savoring the heating plant around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mother commit incest like we were.

Aunt Vicky 's deal went into my mom 's bikini bottoms, fingers digging into my mom 's physical body, 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 charwoman do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."fuck me hard. weightlift 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 idle present moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right bridge player abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat breadbasket, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her second joint. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her twat clenched so hard on my prick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heat in my clod, bringing them closer and closer to churn over and exploding into my full cousin 's hot, crocked, wet cunt.

My center were locked on my mom 's ass and auntie Vicky 's hands working beneath the blue bikini rear as I pounded my cousin. We were n't making screw like our world-class time on my bed. We were fucking. Our luxuria were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, snap up her ass, Mom,"air 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 mothers be soiled tribade. Incestuous dyke, Clint. Our mother are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, globe smacking hard into her the delight rippling through my consistence as I drew closer and closer to an orgasm, my fingerbreadth dancing on her clit."They 're keeping it in the menage. Just like us."

melodic phrase 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 intimation fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

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

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

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

tonal pattern moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, out slit. I could be breeding my kickoff cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my charwoman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, joy thrusting into my encephalon with every burst of cum bursting from my cock. My left wing hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clinched teeth, my delight peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in intimation, my head dizzy from the delight. From the thrill of fucking Melody and watching our mother. Melody trembled in my arms. I took thick breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the look of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"Love you, too,"I groaned.

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

"mother fucker,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"line giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my bureau as she slipped her branch around my neck opening. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel eyes."You want to eff your mom, do n't you ? Like your dad told you to in the dream."

I shifted, staring into her eye. They glinted with something. Just a few second ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, melodic phrase had indicated she would have a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My bridge player 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 sister, just turned twenty, wearing her tight 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 bend her over my knee and spank that ass for all the take a shit she does,"I growled, my dick twitching. Lee was a sexy, if immature, eighteen-year-old.

"And what about impeccant Alicia ?"Melody asked, her vocalisation breathy."So petite and little and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her Word of God ? Do you intend her body is awakening to desires, needing her big pal to teach her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the estrus in her voice while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my idea. She was slender, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so quiet, so asocial, spending all her clip reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

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

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

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

"fucking,"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 share our folk with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes wide-cut."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so envious and so wet at the Lapp time. I 'm your lady friend, Clint. Yours."Her script seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little Thomas Kyd. And if you want other woman than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my dick aching hard as I squeezed her bosom. I could n't trust I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one Nox, rubbing out back to endorse orgasms. And once a few hebdomad ago when melodic line was out of township, 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,"Melody purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet cock as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

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air Samuels

I was so turned on right now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my twat as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and auntie Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasy that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other woman, wondering what it would be like to buss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted early women. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our sept. Clint was the man now in both our families. 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 months apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our house, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton who spanked us.

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

His demise had both our fellowship off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to realize it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belt loop topology and pulled me to him when I walked into his chamber earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the next level. I did n't give care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would indicate him.

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

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 drinking after Uncle Hilary Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club."I took a long, slow lick up his stopcock, savoring my pussy juice on him. His dick jabbing so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average pecker. I really did n't throw a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much Energy to stay in the house. Your sister will be in this theater. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunty lying naked on the bed. She had a hot eubstance for a woman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

"screw, tune,"groaned Clint."And we just pounce on her ?"

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her severely, 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 organic structure, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

My puss 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 gummy. I savored the validation of our love as I rubbed at my slit, exploring my labia. I tried to find if I was dissimilar 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 tumefy, and my slit was n't so miserly, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my sheep pen and did n't finger my maidenhead. No membrane of skin, full of little trap, covered the entry to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger muddle, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky rampart on his cock.

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

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my dick into my mom 's pussy. diddly-shit, that 's the cunt that birthed me. I 'm going to do it her so backbreaking. And then you 're going to cream her pussy clean and jerk of my cum. A creampie. hoot, I love that case of porn."

My heart widened. porno 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 lie with 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 fingers made wet, squelching sounds 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 smack like ? Some missy said it was complete and clap it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what roast liked. It made them happy when a young lady swallowed.

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

"diddley,"Clint groaned."Damn, your lip is so hot. observe sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My inadequate balls hurt, but I need to kindle one last load into your dessert mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my finger. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the delight cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand on my clitoris, massaging the bud as I frigged my cunt faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my tomentum. His cheek twisted, mouth scuttle. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouthpiece. Salty and midst. It was a trivial bitterness. A oestrus rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The second squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so hard on my fingers as I swallowed his final gust. 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 bitch. I will down aunt Cheryl !"

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my auntie 's thighs spread across-the-board, her pussy gaping open from her son 's big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depth, dripping down to the bed covering, staining it as I crawled to her and consume her.

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

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

I smiled."Love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde haircloth tousled from our lovemaking making, her nipples dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt ? There was goose egg overtly sexy about a man 's jersey, and yet seeing the miss I loved wearing it made my tool vellication. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sister Alicia 's door on the way to the bath. I paused, picturing her in there, small breasts jiggling, her tiny body quivering, her fingers rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussy as she imagined she was melodic line.

What if she really did try us ? My loft bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. Part of me wanted to throw unfold the doorway and view her jilling her puss, 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 recover after three sentence, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our consistence slippery with pee and easy lay. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his destruction. With three women in the household, hot weewee could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to snap up herself two slicing before retreating to her bedchamber. She would n't even look at me, her oculus downcast the entire meter. I thought it might feature been the brightness, 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 motion picture. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had Melody giggling at how thin out the apology were to get the woman naked all while her hired hand stroked my dick. That led to us making eff a final meter before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was snug.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an coming into court telling me to bang every cleaning woman in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her case. I watched her quietus, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her naked ass.

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

"Just first light wood,"I told her."I have to pee."

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

I shrugged."Not why my pecker '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."Fine, it 's an pose ass."

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her end."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 lav. Which was a short weird and a petty sexy. She wore my jersey again, so it was grueling for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, 2nd flooring bathroom, she perched on the sinkhole, heart wide, eager to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

She wrinkled her olfactory organ."Eww."

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

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

She sat down on the gutter, and her stream splashed into the H2O. My putz twitched. A fille was peeing in front of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see matter. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty grinning."I 'll let you pass over my pussy."

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

"Gross,"she said, giving me a shrill punch to the stomach. Not heavy, she never hit me heavy. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable to hold out saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her face as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy body 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 relieved sigh."Asshole. I really thought you were serious."

"And you really would have let me do it,"I grinned while my gumshoe twitched. An melodic theme wormed in the binding of my mind.

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

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

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

"Your nipples are hard. And you would do anything I want. You would let me pee on you, and you would cum while masturbating, drenched in piss."I pinched her teat through my t-shirt, my pecker growing hard for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had index over her. That she would subject 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 boldness were so red."I 'm your missy, Clint. You 're so heavy. I can wet-nurse your peter right wing now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her oculus widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her mouth."But I want to be intimate 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 hands stroked my chest."And you 're the man of the home. Both houses."

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

Those three quarrel had such a tremendous effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me heavy, my dick rubbing against my jersey, wishing I was touching her chassis directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My aphrodisiac mom.

I wiped tune 's pussy. She shuddered, bent over the tabulator as I rubbed the commode paper up and down her shaved puss lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilet paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower bath. 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 home, my full cousin dressed in her blue jean and crocked tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could reek her on it.

My sisters did n't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had work last Nox, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her Christian Bible. 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 whorl so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't hear music from Lee 's room,"line said as we headed up the stair."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second floor hall and staring at the threshold at the end. The passkey bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her dark with her Sister. My putz ached.

I marched down the mansion with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a solid, convinced man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a wrinkle bed, the purpurate bed sheet molding to her torso. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her position, 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 the bed.

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

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my dick pounding harder."Pull the back off of her. I want to see my mom."

melodic phrase licked her mouth and headed to the bed while I pulled off my tee shirt and dropped it to the floor. My first cousin and fan pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's physical structure. Her dyed-blonde hair covered near of her human face, the theme dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy pelvis, her tit pillowing before her as she lay on her incline, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadower promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My knock came undone. I pushed down my jeans and Boxer in a single motion, my tool bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my gumshoe, pressing her body against me. Her mouth nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the cold-shoulder twist of fear in my venter. This was n't the fourth dimension to be afraid. It was the time to be bold face. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep breather as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her sassing, a deliquium sheen of juices. My aunt 's pussycat. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My handwriting stroked her boldness, brushing back her hair's-breadth. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, struggle smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hired hand stroked down her neck opening to her white meat. There was a tattoo over her mammilla. I did n't lie with she had any tattoos. It was a lot with three varsity letter in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a second base C and a V forming the home.

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

My peter 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, firm and hard, not like my Sister 's soft sass. A strong paw squeezed my boob. I rose out of the daze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a irksome ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

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 babe kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dreaming. A wonderful dream of all those passionate Night my sis and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking Clinton 's buttock as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the jolting husk as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my knocker harder, his fingerbreadth digging in, so potent, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my dead body to my pussy. I squirmed my hip joint, the bed creaking as my clitoris throbbed. The softened ache faded from my straits as I savored the buss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my mouthpiece, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her chest felt modest on my dorsum, her nipples not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her slit hot as her hand joined Hilary Clinton 's on my bosom."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder joint, and I shuddered between my two lover. My bridge player moved blue, feeling the broad articulatio humeri and potent heftiness of my hubby. His dick pressed against my pussy, hard and throb, eager to take me again.

And I was so blue. So wet. I wanted this. My the right way arm pressed beneath his dead body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipples brushed his strong pectus as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My kitty clenched again.

"He 's going to fuck you so hard, Aunt 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 intimate dark-brown eyes of my husband 's. But the face was n't as scarlet and weathered as it should be. Was n't as aged. It was my married man 's face from when we were stripling just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the osculation, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

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

Oh, this was incorrect. Far unseasonable than sleeping with my Sister. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my stomach, his hard deal on my spine. My snatch clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and melodic line 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 heedful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

But they were having sex. Clint was fucking his half sister. And now he wanted to hump me.

"spirit how unvoiced he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. Feel it. He 's so vast. He 'll give way you what you need. What my mom ca n't make you."

My pussycat clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the buss, his hired hand moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my rachis. He grinned at me.

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to fuck you so hard,"he groaned."I 've been staring at your trunk, 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 imagine it was Hilary Clinton. They looked so much a alike except Clint had my nose, smaller than his father 's. He was unattackable, though, hefty and bold. His mitt pushed my thighs apart.

"Do n't press this, Mom,"he growled, licking his back talk as Melody nuzzled at my breast. My heart widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy."You need this."

Tears trickled down my face as he lifted my second joint, throwing my articulatio genus over his shoulder just like his dad would, my pelvis lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I had missed his Padre so much. My hubby was so strong. He took explosive charge of me from richly schooling. When he desired my sis and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him seduce her.

My Sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to serve. Vicky could n't give way me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She could n't tell me what to do. She could n't seize me by the hairsbreadth, throw me down, and fuck me like a sporting lady when I was naughty. She could n't fill me with her prick. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his tool against the very pussycat that birthed him. I shuddered, strain 's mouth nibbling and sucking on my mammilla. I moaned, squirming. What was he waiting for ? Why was n't he fucking me ?

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so confident and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to hump your pussy and give you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck mama 's pussy,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my stiff son. To the man of the home."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's hard rooster to bonk her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my rosehip, rubbing against his shaft. 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 back talk."She 's my girl. She keeps study when I 'm not around."

line 's lips 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 engulfed my nipple, sucking so strong. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so thirsty and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on flame. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a imprecate tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's turncock rammed into my wet pussy. My centre widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long prick slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His beam was thicker than his father 's, not quite as long, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My cunt tightened on my son 's cock as my pelvis bucked. My breasts jiggled while strain kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde tomentum spilling about my tits as my son rammed his putz over and over into my hot depths.

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

"You 're such a bad Mommy,"he groaned."A revolting Mommy needing her son 's shaft 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 balls smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. nooky, yes. My son is a stud. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other chest and sucked on my nipple, her breast pressing into my flesh, so round and firm with youth. My hand gibe out, stroking her thighs as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

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

"I do know it,"I groaned, loving being called slut."I 'm your slut, Son. Your slutty mum. My pussy 's yours. You can make out it whenever you want. I love this rooster. I love my son 's cock."

It was so faulty, so prohibited to finger my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thickly and voiceless and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I was n't on the pill. Bill 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 protective covering. I was still prolific. Only thirty-six.

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my climax exploded hard and quick inside of me.

My kitty-cat milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me intemperately. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my organic structure. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my slit hard against my son, my clit throbbing against his groin.

"You are such a slutty mom,"groaned Clint."You just came on your son 's cock."

"So slutty, auntie Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my nous, bright light beam of bliss blinding my intellection, another shudder went through me. Another sexual climax burst in my pussy at Melody 's words. My niece stared at me, her young face flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in Mommy 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant seventh heaven warming my mind."strain your slutty mummy. You 're the man of the house. Our pussies are yours."

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

"SOB, I love you,"my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his tool into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning."Oh, you are a slutty mom. Such a cyprian. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as aloud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. pyrotechnic detonated across my vision. The domain grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his prick. His ball smacked against my taint as my bosom jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

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

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his shaft into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. flack after bam of incestuous seed flooded my fertile kitty-cat. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into transport. I shuddered as I felt his seed swim in my depths. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't require to.

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Alicia Elliston

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

My brother had made love to our cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since hold up night. I had trouble quiescency, tossing, turning. He made me feel so good story between my thighs. Made me worm my branch. I felt like one of the women in my Romance language novels, aching for her devotee to claim her.

To take her hard and have sex her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to tinge myself and think about my brother, but I could n't help it. Not since hold up dark. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard melodic phrase moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my script down to my vestal pussy. My centre closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome aspect, so fop, 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 tabu fantasy, so covetous of my cousin.

To be continued ...