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

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in Aunt Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pond, both senior woman in two-piece catching the terminal rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sororal kiss. My mom kissed aunt Vicky with Passion, her hired man sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red two-piece, tracing it lower and low-toned 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 twat 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 last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both XIX, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or crimson video games than with dolls. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't show off it or wear down a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my utterly dad berated me for letting the family fall apart after his dying six month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin-german. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. Melody and I had been scared to hire the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this slopped tankful top and no bra, I knew it was clip. 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 mind, wanted me to get the fellowship back in line. To be the man and testify my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and Melody 's untested sis who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

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

The idea of Melody carrying my nestling made my hawkshaw throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's paw pushed down the red top, exposing aunt Vicky 's white meat. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was hard to see details from my third story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my rooster into my cousin 's pussy, my finger finding her operose nipples.

melodic line groaned, her coxa shifting, moving, matching the boring rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with questions. Pleasure rippled down my gibe. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped Melody."Sleeping with each other. Since Uncle Clinton died ?"

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

"And she 's always spending the Nox,"Melody gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's imbibition problem. That she was passing out in my mom 's bedchamber but ..."

"shucks,"I groaned, my CVA picking up, my balls smacking into her flesh.

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of auntie Vicky, the pair kissing heavy as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creak as aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her spicy two-piece bed."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin 's blind drunk snatch, savoring the high temperature around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every throw. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the feel of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

auntie Vicky 's hired hand went into my mom 's bikini tail, fingers digging into my mom 's physique, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's rose hip moved, humping against her sister like I had seen char do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me firmly. press out me against the window and just British pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my first cousin. I loved her so lots. I loved sharing this wild mo with her, our physique slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My correctly hired man abandoned her breast, sliding down her 2-dimensional stomach, feeling her muscles rippling as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

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

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's helping hand working beneath the blue bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin. We were n't making love 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,"melodic phrase 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 Lesbian. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

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

melodic line bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty moan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her intimation fogging the window before us as her finger squeaked against the glass.

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

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

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

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

I drew back and slammed into her a final exam fourth dimension, pleasure thrusting into my mental capacity with every detonation of cum bursting from my cock. My left hand squeezed her tit as I groaned through my clenched dentition, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my foreland dizzy from the pleasure. From the thrill of fucking air and watching our mothers. Melody trembled in my weapons system. I took abstruse breathing place, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her vertebral column and ass pressed against my chest and jetty. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"beloved you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling aunty Vicky to her base. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of wad. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's sleeping room to get to love.

"Shit,"I groaned.

"You wish you could see it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my branch, my softening turncock plopping out of her wet twat. Her circle breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my neck opening. I was taller than her now, the opposition of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel middle."You want to love 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 transactions ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to get laid, melodic line had indicated she would cause a III with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

I pictured my older babe, just turned twenty, wearing her tight jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her soundbox built like a brick house—a organic structure she inherited from Mom. Huge boob, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"Melody shivered as she mentioned her immature sis, Lee.

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"Melody asked, her articulation breathy."So flyspeck and small-scale and serenity. Do you think she heard us down in her elbow room while reading her books ? Do you call back her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her ?"

"air,"I groaned, shocked by the estrus in her vocalism while image of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old babe, danced in my thinker. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so quiesce, so asocial, spending all her clock time Reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

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

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

"Me and you,"she bit her brim."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 cock getting hard again."You want to share our family with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her oculus blanket."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the Sami time. I 'm your daughter, Clint. Yours."Her hand 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 piddling Thomas Kyd. And if you want early women than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my dick aching hard as I squeezed her knocker. I could n't conceive I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to plunk for orgasms. And once a few weeks ago when melody was out of town, I had masturbated five multiplication in a day. But a third erection, so close to my stopping point two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to jazz my mom."

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

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line Samuels

I was so turned on right now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty resourcefulness went wild, 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 early women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me good now.

Clint wanted other women. I wanted other adult female. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our house. Clint was the man now in both our families. My father, the sperm conferrer, had abandoned Mom when I was only an babe, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few calendar month 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 sister misbehaved, it was Uncle President Clinton who spanked us.

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

His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty baby, would assist put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to realize it. guide those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belted ammunition loops and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the next floor. I did n't like that incest was faulty. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would show him.

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

I seized his pecker, wet with my kitty. I could sense the sweet musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Sabbatum now."

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

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club."I took a farsighted, slow salt lick up his cock, savoring my pussy juice on him. His dick poking so long before him. I think he was bigger 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 chest of drawers ripple as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink jacket crown of his dick.

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much zip to stick around in the house. Your sisters will be in this sign of the zodiac. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a charwoman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as ripe as they did when I was ancient.

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

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

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

I gasped as his dick popped into my mouth. He grunted, my tooth scraping his putz, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my dentition. I had talked to ally at school day, 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 dozens of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

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

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

My snatch clenched. My first cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right paw between my pegleg, rubbing at my messy frame. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel 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 sassing and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my scratch was n't so rigorous, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and did n't feel my maidenhead. No membrane of hide, good of niggling holes, covered the incoming to my pussy. I had used pencils to jerk off, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim objet d'art of Sir Henry 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 sloughy form. I shuddered, moaning louder about his cock while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.

Clint had loved these sleek walls on his cock.

"We 're going to screw my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his handwriting twisting through my sandy-blonde hair's-breadth. I was the only when true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's younger sister, was the next closest with light-brown fuzz."We 're going to bonk her and establish her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my dick into my mom 's snatch. asshole, that 's the kitty-cat that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so difficult. And then you 're going to lick her slit clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that character of porn."

My eyes widened. pornography 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 know what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would bat all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would devour him. My digit made wet, squelching phone 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 savour like ? Some girls said it was gross and spat it out. But I had seen a few porno, and those young lady all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what rib liked. It made them happy when a fille swallowed.

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

"Shit,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. keep back sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My poor orb hurt, but I need to kindle one finally load into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so tidal bore for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his grimace 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, oral fissure opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and midst. It was a minuscule bitterness. A warmth rushed through me as I swallowed the start load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The instant squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My kitty-cat clenched so hard on my digit as I swallowed his final blast. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

"Oh, Clint,"I moaned, popping my rima oris off his dick."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's bitch. I will devour auntie Cheryl !"

My coming washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thigh spread all-inclusive, her pussy gaping exposed 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 devoured her.

My back arched as my kitty spasmed on my finger's breadth. I shoved them in trench, savoring the cloud nine while Clint watched me with hungry eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My delight peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my fountainhead on his lap.

He stroked my hair."You are awesome, tonal pattern,"he said."Damned awing. I love you."

I smiled."erotic love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my chamber to shower down off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde hair tousled from our dearest making, her nipple dimpling the darkness fabric.

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

We passed my babe Alicia 's room access on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small boob jiggling, her bantam body quivering, her fingers rubbing her Virgo the Virgin puss as she imagined she was melodic phrase.

What if she really did pick up us ? My attic bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. percentage of me wanted to throw give the doorway and catch her jilling her pussy, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't have sex, my turncock needed to recover after three meter, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our body slippery with water and soap. The hot water smoke lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his Death. With three adult female in the house, hot water could be an issue.

We did our math prep while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to seize herself two piece before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even look at me, her oculus downcast the full time. I thought it might give been the Light Within, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, melodic line and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a cheesy horror picture show. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had air giggling at how thin the self-justification were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making have a go at it a final examination time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to bang every char in the family—and I woke up to melodic phrase sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her look. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my peter rubbed hard into her defenseless ass.

"Mmm,"she purred, coming awake."Do you require me to occupy concern 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 cousin has a great ass ?"

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

"It 's an amazing ass, bunghole ?"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 stopping point."An ass I love. A great ass. Especially in those panties you wore the former day. But ... I really have to pee."

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

Melody followed me into the bathroom. Which was a picayune Weird and a little sexy. She wore my tee shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, endorse floor bathroom, she perched on the sinkhole, center wide, bore to check 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."peculiar to see why you guys hold such bad aim and get piss everywhere."

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

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

"well, you 're the one watching me,"I said as I finished, shaking my dick to get off the final stage few drops.

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

She sat down on the bathroom, and her watercourse splashed into the body of water. My tool twitched. A girl was peeing in movement of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see matter. portion out them with you."She gave me a spicy grinning."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 severe, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing warmness."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable to refuse 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 dead 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 laugh, and she let out a save sigh."Asshole. I really thought you were serious."

"And you really would give birth 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 charge. Okay ?"

"Makes 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 nipple 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 nipple through my t-shirt, my dick growing hard for real this clip. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would pass on 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 hard. I can suck your tool right now. Do you desire me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her eyes widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her lips."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 hands stroked my chest."And you 're the man of the house. Both houses."

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

Those three words had such a fantastic effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me arduous, my cock rubbing against my tee shirt, wishing I was touching her flesh directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped tune 's twat. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her knock off slit lips. She was so wet, and not from her urine. Her button peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the can theme. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick rain shower. That was torture—my dick was so firmly. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something visible radiation before we raced over to Melody 's house, my first cousin dressed in her jeans and smashed tankful top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could reek her on it.

My babe did n't emerge from their bedchamber while we ate. Zoey had work final night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled Melody out the door with me, eagre to roll in the hay my mother. It was so taboo, but after last night, 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 thousand and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the door with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the Lapp key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"fountainhead, I do n't see medicine from Lee 's room,"strain said as we headed up the stairs."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the bit floor hallway and staring at the door at the end. The lord bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her dark with her Sister. My hawkshaw ached.

I marched down the hall with sureness. Dad always told me adult female loved a strong, sure-footed man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the doorway. My mom lay on a tousled bed, the imperial sheet of paper molding to her torso. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her position, oblivious to the sunlight streaming through the windowpane. An vacate box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

"odor that,"tune said, inhaling."Pussy."

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

tune licked her back talk and headed to the bed while I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and lover pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde fuzz covered most of her look, the etymon dark brown. She had toned pegleg and voluptuous hip, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her position, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the gloomy trace promising such taboo heat between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my denim and boxer in a single motion, my dick bobbing out hard. strain returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her consistency against me. Her mouth nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slight braid of fearfulness in my tum. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the clock time to be bluff. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking thick hint as I smelled the scent of her spicy twat. There was something dry on her lips, a syncope sheen of succus. My auntie 's pussycat. My cock throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her fuzz. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, skin smooth. She took caution 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 mammilla. I did n't know she had any tattoos. It was a band with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The varsity letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the bases.

I did n't deal what it meant. I had my hand on her tit. I squeezed the boastfully, soft pillow. My finger's breadth sank into her flesh as I pressed my sass against her mouth, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my rim. Her hand moved, grasping my berm, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My dick throbbed so grueling as Melody, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

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

Bill Clinton ?

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

My helping hand moved, stroking Hilary Rodham Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the uncut shuck as I traced up his os zygomaticum. He squeezed my titty harder, his fingers digging in, so substantial, so confident.

A hot frisson washed down my organic structure to my snatch. I squirmed my pelvic girdle, the bed creaking as my clit throbbed. The tiresome aching faded from my caput as I savored the kiss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my sass, thrusting so inscrutable, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her breasts felt low on my rear, her teat not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her twat hot as her handwriting joined DeWitt Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two buff. My deal moved lower, feeling the all-encompassing shoulders and stiff muscles of my married man. His dick pressed against my cunt, hard and throbbing, bore to take me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my married man closer to me. My nipples brushed his impregnable chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussycat clenched again.

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

Son ? auntie Cheryl ?

My oculus opened.

I stared into the familiar dark-brown optic of my married man 's. But the face was n't as cherry and weathered as it should be. Was n't as aged. It was my hubby 's aspect from when we were teenagers just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the osculation, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

"He wants you so badly, aunt Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her small white meat pressing against my vertebral column, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was wrong. Far faulty than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my belly, his impregnable hands on my back. My twat 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 kinsperson knew the pair were in love—they were n't as careful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

But they were having sex. Clint was fucking his stepsister. And now he wanted to be intimate me.

"Feel how intemperate he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."snap his cock. feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll founder you what you need. What my mom ca n't kick in you."

My snatch clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot fluttering shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.

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

I stared up at him, my middle misting. He was so fine-looking. Just like his Father. I could almost suppose it was Clinton. They looked so much a the like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his Church Father 's. He was hard, though, brawny and bold. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

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

bout trickled down my impertinence as he lifted my thigh, throwing my human knee over his shoulder joint just like his dad would, my pelvic arch lifting off the bed, my son 's prick pressing at the entranceway of my pussy. I had missed his begetter so much. My hubby was so strong. He took cathexis of me from richly school day. When he desired my sister 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 Bill Clinton died, I had no one to assist. Vicky could n't chip in me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve up and delight her man. She could n't narrate me what to do. She could n't take over me by the fuzz, throw me down, and fuck me like a tart when I was naughty. She could n't satisfy me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a firm man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, strain 's rima oris 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 putz to jazz your pussy and give you what you need."

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

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

Clint 's handwriting smacked tonal pattern 's ass. A stinging smack. Melody moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my teat. 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 Mommy 's pussy,"I said, shuddering, my gist quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's hard peter to fuck her snatch. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. 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 grin crossing his lips."She 's my girl. She keeps correction when I 'm not around."

strain 's sass popped off. She stared at her stepbrother."Clint,"she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and shock."Really ?"

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

She grinned and soak up my nipple, sucking so operose. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so thirsty and wet. I groaned again, my puss on fervour. I needed my son 's putz in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

"Please get it on your mamma 's pussycat. Please. momma needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's peter rammed into my wet puss. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my sassing as his thick, foresightful cock slammed into my depth. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his don 's, not quite as tenacious, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My pussycat tightened on my son 's peter as my hip joint bucked. My breasts jiggled while melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my tits as my son rammed his pecker over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, make out your Mommy hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad Mommy,"he groaned."A wicked Mommy needing her son 's cock to bring in 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 clod smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. shag, yes. My son is a he-man. He 's a stud, Melody."

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

"You are so loaded and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy loves my peter. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

"I do love it,"I groaned, loving being called jade."I 'm your trollop, Son. Your slutty mummy. My snatch 's yours. You can fuck it whenever you want. I love this shaft. I love my son 's cock."

It was so wrong, so forbidden to experience my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so midst and hard and ramming so fast into me. His ballock smacked into my taint were all entire of his cum.

I was n't on the pill. Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five child, two from my sister and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no protection. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could cover me. My son could multiply me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded toilsome and debauched inside of me.

My pussy milked his cock, eagre for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. Ripples of seventh heaven flowed out of my pussy and washed through my consistence. 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 raptus shone onto my mind, bright rays of cloud nine blinding my thought, another thrill went through me. Another sexual climax outburst in my pussy at melodic phrase '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 momma 's cunt,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind."Breed your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the theater. Our cunt are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as gimcrack as I could as another coming exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The world grew fuzzy with raptus. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his hawkshaw. His testicle smacked against my contamination as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his optic and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To claim 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 deepness. attack after attack 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 exaltation. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my depths. A smiling 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 pore on my Romance language novel as I lay in bed. Melody 's words echoed in my judgment : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our cousin death night. The Word hung in my head, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble quiescency, tossing, turning. He made me palpate so peculiar between my thighs. Made me twist my legs. I felt like one of the women in my Romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my specs. My other hand crept down my nightie. I knew it was wrong to impact myself and reckon about my Brother, but I could n't help it. Not since last Night. Not since I heard them making sleep together over and over. Not since I heard line moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin cunt. My eye closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome typeface, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my physical body slippery.

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

To be continued ...