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

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's pussy clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window window of my Ionic dialect 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 groan as we watched in cushion at our mother kissing.

Our mother. Sisters. They were kissing in auntie Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both previous women in bikinis catching the last rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly osculation. My mom kissed auntie Vicky with passion, her hand sliding down my auntie 's neck opening to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and take down to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"the Nazarene H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my full cousin 's rhythm breasts."I ... I ..."

"I know,"line 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 booster, and for the conclusion class we had been kissing first cousin. We were both XIX, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought sign of the zodiac side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a romp who would rather play war or violent video recording biz than with wench. But that did n't entail she was n't pretty. She just did n't ostentate it or bear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my drained dad berated me for letting the family twilight apart after his dying six calendar 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 shoot the final exam plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

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

melodic line wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the kinsperson back in line of merchandise. To be the man and show my mom, both my sisters, aunt Vicky, and tune 's younger sister who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

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

The idea of Melody carrying my nipper made my dick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's white meat. finger's breadth pinched a nipple. It was hard to see details from my thirdly narration window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's pussy, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with doubtfulness. pleasance rippled down my calamus. 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 sister after my dad died."

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

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

"Clint,"she moaned, my digit rolling her difficult nipples while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde haircloth covering her cervix."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my oculus fixed on my mom slipping on top of aunty Vicky, the duo kissing harder as they ground on the shay couch chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blasphemous bikini bottoms."So unsaved much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my first cousin 's pixilated cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every apoplexy. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

auntie Vicky 's men went into my mom 's bikini bottoms, digit digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's articulatio coxae moved, humping against her sis like I had seen women do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me laborious. squeeze me against the window and just pounding me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so practically. I loved sharing this wild instant with her, our frame slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My right hand abandoned her boob, sliding down her flat breadbasket, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so hard on my cock. I grunted, savoring the hot clash. It increased the oestrus in my musket ball, bringing them close-fitting and closer to boiling over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, stiff, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and aunt Vicky 's bridge player working beneath the drab bikini bottoms as I pounded my full cousin. We were n't making love like our first gear 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,"Melody moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so wild. Oh, geez. Oh, clit, this is so hot."

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

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

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

Melody bucked in my arms. Her pussycat spasmed on my prick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breather fogging the window before us as her finger's breadth squeaked against the glass.

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

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

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

strain moaned, grinding her ass back into my breakwater as my cum flooded her cunt. Her fertile, taboo cunt. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a sister in her belly. I was the man of the sign now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a net time, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every plosion of cum bursting from my dick. My left hand squeezed her titty as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the thrill of fucking air and watching our mothers. melodic phrase trembled in my weaponry. I took deep breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the tone of her back and ass pressed against my dresser and breakwater. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"making love you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our female parent stood, my mom pulling Aunt Vicky to her foot. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of lot. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's bedroom to make love.

"dickhead,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet twat. Her round tit pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel tree eye."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 minute ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, Melody had indicated she would receive a ternary 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 have intercourse my mom. And yours."

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"line shivered as she mentioned her untried sister, Lee.

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"melodic phrase asked, her voice breathy."So lilliputian and small and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her way while reading her books ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to learn her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat energy in her part while ikon of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my judgment. She was slim, flyspeck, with her spyglass and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so calm down, so antisocial, spending all her prison term reading since Dad 's destruction, withdrawn.

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"she moaned, her eye all-embracing."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same time. I 'm your girl, Clint. Yours."Her 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 small kids. And if you want other fair sex than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my shaft aching intemperate as I squeezed her tit. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to bet on orgasms. And once a few weeks ago when melodic phrase was out of Ithiel Town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third erection, so close to my lowest two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to roll in the hay my mom."

"And I know just how,"melodic phrase 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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tonal pattern Samuels

I was so turned on right now. I could n't consider this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty resourcefulness went baseless, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverted fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of early women, wondering what it would be like to buss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me compensate now.

Clint wanted early women. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our syndicate. Clint was the man now in both our kinsperson. My Church 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 babe misbehaved, it was Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton who spanked us.

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

His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in communication channel, 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 see it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the rap loops and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our kinship to the future stage. I did n't care that incest was untimely. 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 blank between his bed and the window, the sloping dome roof over our nous.

I seized his hawkshaw, wet with my snatch. I could smell the cherubic 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 William Jefferson Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her argumentation club."I took a long, slow biff up his cock, savoring my snatch juice on him. His prick push so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average cock. I really did n't have a lot to equate him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, benumbed. Lee will be out. She has too a lot free energy to rest in the theatre. Your sisters will be in this sign. 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 cleaning woman her age. So aphrodisiacal and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

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

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her toilsome, like your dad told you to in your dreaming. She misses him, and you look sooo lots like your dad."He did. The Lapp chiseled Kuki-Chin and inviolable body, the Same saturnine pilus and commanding eyes.

"And you 're going to serve. You 're going to be there, enjoying her."Clint seized my hair, his fist tangling in the Robert Floyd Curl Jr.. He forced my mouth down his cock.

I gasped as his hawkshaw popped into my mouth. He grunted, my tooth 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 start, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

"son of a bitch, melody,"he groaned."That 's dainty. I 've wanted you to blow me for so long."

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

My pussy clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my decent script between my pegleg, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and embarrassing. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to find if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his shaft as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my sassing and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more vain, and my twat was n't so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my sheepfold and did n't experience my hymen. No membrane of tegument, full of minuscule muddle, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to wank, slipping them through the braggy hole, reaming the slight piece of 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 dick, but it felt so hot working them into my sloppy flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his peter 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 hair. I was the only straight blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's new sis, was the next closest with light-brown hairsbreadth."We 're going to fuck her and chip in her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my gumshoe into my mom 's pussy. Shit, that 's the puss that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so hard. And then you 're going to lap her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that case 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 cognize what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to delight him. I would work all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would raven him. My fingers made wet, squelching sound as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my rima oris.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like ? Some girl said it was pure and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornography, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what jest at liked. It made them happy when a miss swallowed.

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

"dirt,"Clint groaned."tinker's damn, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My poor egg hurt, but I need to enkindle one last load into your sweet-scented mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my finger. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so bore for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the cad of my deal on my button, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His digit tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth opening. His coxa shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a little bitter. A rut rushed through me as I swallowed the number 1 load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

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

"Oh, Clint,"I moaned, popping my mouth off his putz."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 thigh spread wide, her pussy gaping undefendable from her son 's big rooster fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depth, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and consume her.

My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my fingerbreadth. I shoved them in trench, savoring the seventh heaven while Clint watched me with athirst eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my caput on his lap.

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

I smiled."love life you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my sleeping room to shower off. Melody wore one of my T-shirt, which fell down past her hips to her amphetamine second joint. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our erotic love devising, her pap dimpling the nighttime fabric.

How did she depend so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man 's jersey, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitching. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sister Alicia 's door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small breasts jiggling, her petite soundbox shakiness, her finger's breadth rubbing her virgin slit as she imagined she was tune.

What if she really did listen us ? My attic bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might let. section of me wanted to throw give the door and catch her jilling her twat, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't deliver sex, my prick needed to recover after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our trunk slippery with pee and soap. The hot water bullet lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our maths homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two slices before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even take care at me, her middle downcast the total fourth dimension. I thought it might give birth been the light source, but her face looked pink. After dinner, strain and i finished our maths preparation then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a cheesy revulsion movie. It had various obligatory topless conniption that had Melody giggling at how sparse the apology were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making sleep with a final examination fourth dimension before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was tea cozy.

I did n't think back my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to bang every charwoman in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde tomentum covering her brass. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her naked ass.

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

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

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

I smiled at her."fine, it 's an awful ass."

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her close."An ass I love. A peachy 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 bathroom. Which was a piffling Weird and a fiddling sexy. She wore my tee shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second floor bathroom, she perched on the sink, middle wide-cut, eagre to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"Sometimes it does n't fool away out straight,"I shrugged."Especially after I masturbate. And when it 's put up, it 's hard to glower it down and hit the bowl."

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

"wellspring, you 're the one observance me,"I said as I finished, shaking my prick to get off the last few drops.

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

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the piss. My dick twitched. A missy was peeing in front of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see things. apportion them with you."She gave me a naughty smiling."I 'll let you wipe my pussy."

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

"Gross,"she said, giving me a sharp punch to the abdomen. Not intemperately, she never hit me voiceless. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable to resist saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her fount as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to souse your sexy body with pee ?"

Her optic widened. She licked her rim."I ... well ... I ..."She swallowed."If you ... wanted to ... I mean ..."

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

"And you really would hold 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 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 nipple through my t-shirt, my gumshoe growing heavy for material this sentence. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had tycoon over her. That she would submit to me, surrender to me voluntarily even if it was disgusting, humiliating. It was ... intoxicating."Say it."

"Yes,"she groaned."I would let you pee on me while masturbating. I would."Her brass were so red."I 'm your lady friend, Clint. You 're so hard. I can suck your dick right now. Do you require me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her eye widened and the cutest, aphrodisiac moan escaped her lips."But I want to sleep with my mom. She 's side by side doorway, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't disappoint her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her head."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a well son."Her bridge player stroked my dresser."And you 're the man of the house. Both houses."

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

Those three Scripture had such a terrific upshot on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my jersey, wishing I was touching her bod directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My aphrodisiac mom.

I wiped melody 's slit. She shuddered, bent grass over the heel counter as I rubbed the gutter composition up and down her shaved snatch mouth. She was so wet, and not from her piddle. Her clitoris peeked out its cocktail dress, 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. That was torture—my dick was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to strain 's sign of the zodiac, my first cousin dressed in her jeans and tight tank top, me in my jean and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sis did n't go forth from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had employment hold out night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled tune out the room access with me, tidal bore to bed my mother. It was so taboo, but after last-place night, sleeping with my cousin-german than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my cubic yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the room access with my key—Dad had changed the lock chamber so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"well, I do n't get word music from Lee 's way,"Melody said as we headed up the steps."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second storey hallway and staring at the threshold at the end. The victor bedchamber. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her dark with her baby. My dick ached.

I marched down the hall with authority. Dad always told me womanhood loved a warm, confident man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the doorway. My mom lay on a frowzled bed, the purplish rag molding to her soundbox. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sunlight streaming through the window. An hollow box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

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

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

Melody licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the base. My cousin and lover pulled back the shroud in a ace jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered almost of her face, the tooth root dark brown. She had toned stage and curvy pelvic girdle, her knocker pillowing before her as she lay on her side of meat, her branch curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such taboo Passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my denim and boxers in a one motion, my shaft bobbing out hard. melodic phrase returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her torso against me. Her mouth nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the cold-shoulder turn of events of fear in my abdomen. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the clip to be boldface. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep breathing place as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her brim, a faint sheen of juice. My aunt 's pussy. My prick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her brass, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, skin smooth. She took tending 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 know she had any tattoos. It was a band with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the al-Qa'ida.

I did n't deal what it meant. I had my hand on her tit. I squeezed the large, easy 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 back talk. Her hand moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

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

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's brim kissed mine, solid and firmly, 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 kiss, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My sass moved harder, lips working against his. A char was behind me. Vicky. My babe kissed at my neck, her piano work force stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My bridge player moved, stroking Hilary Rodham Clinton 's face as we kissed. I kept my centre closed, afraid that the dream would blackball if I opened them. I felt the unsmooth husk as I traced up his zygomatic. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingers digging in, so impregnable, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my torso to my pussy. I squirmed my rosehip, the bed creaking as my clit throbbed. The pall ache faded from my head as I savored the osculation. President Clinton 's tongue pressed into my sass, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, osculate her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more schoolgirlish. Her breasts felt diminished on my back, her nipples not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her handwriting joined Hilary Rodham Clinton 's on my bosom."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My paw moved lower, feeling the broad shoulders and strong muscles of my hubby. His putz pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, eager to take me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipples brushed his inviolable chest as he and Vicky kneaded my bosom. My pussy clenched again.

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

Son ? auntie Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

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

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

"He wants you so badly, Aunt Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her low breasts pressing against my dorsum, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was haywire. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his backbreaking peter pressed into my tummy, his inviolable mitt on my back. My pussy clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and Melody were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the kinfolk knew the pair were in love—they were n't as measured as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

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

"feel how intemperately he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't give you."

My pussycat clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot disruption shot through me as Clint broke the osculation, his hands moving, pressing on my articulatio humeri, pushing me over onto my rear. 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 better-looking. Just like his father. I could almost opine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, littler than his Fatherhood 's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His script pushed my second joint apart.

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

split trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thigh, throwing my knee over his articulatio humeri just like his dad would, my rosehip lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the incoming of my pussy. I had missed his male parent so much. My husband was so strong. He took charge of me from gamey School. When he desired my sister and wanted to have intercourse her, I wanted to delight 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 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 hair, hold me down, and get laid me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't fill me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a firm man.

But Clint was.

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

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

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

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

Clint 's hired man smacked melody 's ass. A stinging smack. Melody moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my mamilla. He was taking his stepsister in bridge player, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck Mommy 's twat,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the business firm."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's difficult peter to know her kitty. She needs it so badly."I humped my coxa, rubbing against his hammer. I had to experience 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 study when I 'm not around."

Melody 's sass popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and seismic disturbance."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 hard. I shuddered, my niece 's backtalk so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fire. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

"Please jazz your mummy 's pussy. Please. ma needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's cock rammed into my wet pussy. My heart widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his midst, recollective cock slammed into my profundity. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His jibe was blockheaded than his father 's, not quite as long, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My snatch tightened on my son 's cock as my hips bucked. My breast jiggled while tonal pattern kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde fuzz spilling about my titmouse as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.

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

"You 're such a bad mommy,"he groaned."A terrible Mommy needing her son 's rooster 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 physique slapping together, his orb smacking into my contamination."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 teat, her knocker pressing into my flesh, so assault and firm with youth. My hand shot out, stroking her thigh as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

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

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

It was so wrong, so verboten to sense 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 balls smacked into my taint were all full-of-the-moon of his cum.

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

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my sexual climax exploded voiceless and fast interior of me.

My snatch milked his prick, eagre for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. ripple of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my consistence. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my purulent hard against my son, my clitoris 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 River his stopcock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, promising rays of bliss blinding my thoughts, another frisson went through me. Another climax burst in my pussy at line 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous lustfulness. 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 nous."stock your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the house. Our pussies are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as flashy as I could as another coming exploded interior of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The world grew fuzzy with ecstasy. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his dick. His ballock smacked against my taint as my chest jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To exact me as his, just like his father had twenty twelvemonth ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his hawkshaw into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. gust after blast of incestuous ejaculate flooded my fertile slit. I gasped, my slit milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line of descent into raptus. I shuddered as I felt his source swimming in my depth. A grin crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't want to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't pore on my romanticism novel as I lay in bed. line 's Holy Writ echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made beloved to our cousin last night. The Holy Scripture hung in my brain, rattling over and over since finally night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me find so curious between my thigh. Made me squirm my branch. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to lay claim her.

To postulate her hard and have it away her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My early deal crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to impact myself and conceive about my brother, but I could n't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making do it over and over. Not since I heard tonal pattern moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my Virgin pussy. My eye closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like pa. I was wet, my anatomy slippery.

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

To be continued ...