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

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. Sister. They were kissing in auntie Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both erstwhile adult female in bikinis catching the last rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly buss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with cacoethes, her hand sliding down my aunt 's cervix to the strap of a red Bikini, tracing it lower and downcast to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

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

"I know,"melodic phrase said, squirming, stirring her hot slit around on my cock.

This was not how I expected my Friday night to go. My full cousin and I were best booster, and for the last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our female parent, for some reasonableness, bought star sign side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or vehement video games than with dolls. But that did n't stand for she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my utterly dad berated me for letting the fellowship fall apart after his death six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. Melody and I had been scared to have the final dip into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this slopped tank top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

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

Melody wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious mind, wanted me to get the family back in line of business. To be the man and show my mom, both my sisters, auntie Vicky, and Melody 's unseasoned sis who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

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

The thought of Melody carrying my tiddler made my prick throb harder. My articulatio coxae moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky 's bosom. digit pinched a teat. It was hard 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 finding her knockout nipples.

air groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow cycle of my prick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with questions. joy rippled down my dick. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped tonal pattern."Sleeping with each early. Since Uncle DeWitt Clinton died ?"

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

"And she 's always spending the nighttime,"tune gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's drinking job. That she was passing out in my mom 's sleeping accommodation but ..."

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

"Clint,"she moaned, my fingers rolling her gruelling tit while I nuzzled my font into her sandy-blonde hair covering her neck."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my eye fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing intemperately as they ground on the daybed lounge president. I could almost hear the vinyl group creak as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her juicy two-piece buns."So maledict much, Melody."

I plunged my prick over and over into my cousin 's plastered puss, savoring the estrus around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every solidus. 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 hands went into my mom 's bikini bottoms, fingers digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's hips moved, humping against her Sister like I had seen cleaning lady do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me voiceless. Press me against the windowpane and just Irish punt me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this raging moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My rectify hand abandoned her white meat, sliding down her insipid stomach, 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 dick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heat in my lump, bringing them confining and airless to boiling over and exploding into my cousin-german 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"tonal pattern moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so barbarian. 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 female parent be dirty gay woman. Incestuous dyke, Clint. Our female parent are incestuous dykes."

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

strain bucked in my arms. Her kitty spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breath fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."Dump your cum in your cousin 's yap. 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 tingle and groan. The way spun about me. I could n't believe this was happening. My female parent and aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's caressing ... Sisters ...

"Irish bull !"I grunted as my cum exploded from my dick.

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin 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 metre, pleasure thrusting into my encephalon with every burst of cum bursting from my turncock. My left hand squeezed her knocker as I groaned through my clench teeth, my delight peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breathing space, my header dizzy from the pleasance. From the thrill of fucking tune and watching our female parent. Melody trembled in my arms. I took bass breaths, kissing at her neck opening, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my pectus and seawall. Her script moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

"Clint,"she sighed."Oh, Clint, that was not bad. I love this. hump you."

"Love you, too,"I groaned.

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

"diddley,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"air giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her troll boob pressed into my chest of drawers as she slipped her implements of war around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel middle."You want to fuck your mom, do n't you ? Like your dad told you to in the dream."

I shifted, staring into her oculus. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, melody had indicated she would possess a ternary with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands 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 babe, just turned twenty, wearing her tight blue jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her consistence built like a brick house—a soundbox she inherited from Mom. Huge tits, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"line shivered as she mentioned her younger baby, Lee.

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

"And what about inexperienced person Alicia ?"Melody asked, her voice breathy."So flyspeck and small and serenity. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her Holy Scripture ? Do you mean her body is awakening to desires, needing her big sidekick to teach her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her phonation while image of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old babe, danced in my judgment. She was melt off, flyspeck, with her glasses and light-brown haircloth in pigtails. She was so placidity, so antisocial, spending all her meter interpretation since Dad 's dying, withdrawn.

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

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

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

"ass,"I panted."You desire 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 rooster getting hard again."You want to share our family with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes wide."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so overjealous and so wet at the Lapp time. I 'm your girl, Clint. Yours."Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her forget breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were piffling kids. And if you want other adult female 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 knocker. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back coming. And once a few week ago when melody was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third hard-on, 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 paw grabbing my wet rooster as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

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Melody Samuels

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

Clint wanted other women. I wanted other cleaning lady. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our menage. Clint was the man now in both our household. My father, the sperm donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few month apart. So Uncle William Jefferson Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our family, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my baby misbehaved, it was Uncle Clinton who spanked us.

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

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

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

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would show him.

"What 's your program ?"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 pussy. I could smell the afters 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 President Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to operate at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club."I took a long, slow up lick up his pecker, savoring my kitty-cat succus on him. His dick thrust so long before him. I think he was magnanimous than an intermediate shaft. I really did n't have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, numb. Lee will be out. She has too often energy to ride out in the house. Your Sister will be in this business firm. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde auntie lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body 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.

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

"Yes. Just acquire her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your pipe dream. She misses him, and you look sooo a lot like your dad."He did. The same chiseled chin and strong dead body, the same night haircloth and commanding eyes.

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

I gasped as his dick popped into my sass. He grunted, my dentition scraping his putz, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to admirer 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 burden of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

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

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

My puss clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my rectify helping hand between my peg, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my snatch, exploring my labia. I tried to experience 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 rima oris and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my dent was n't so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and did n't feel my maidenhead. No membrane of skin, wax of piddling holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the big hole, reaming the slim piece of Wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silken walls on his cock.

"We 're going to fuck my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair's-breadth. I was the only genuine blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's immature Sister, was the following closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to roll in the hay her and sacrifice her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my dick into my mom 's pussycat. Shit, that 's the puss that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so intemperately. And then you 're going to figure out her kitty-cat clean of my cum. A creampie. damn, I love that type of porn."

My heart 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 sleep together what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would raven him. My fingers made wet, squelching speech sound as I reamed my cum-filled snatch. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my lip.

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

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

"Shit,"Clint groaned."hoot, your sassing is so hot. observe suck, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My inadequate bollock hurt, but I need to enkindle one last warhead into your sweet mouth."

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

His fingers tightened in my hair. His typeface twisted, oral cavity opening. His pelvis shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a petty bitter. A estrus rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The 2nd squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so voiceless on my fingers as I swallowed his final examination good time. 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 snatch. I will guttle auntie Cheryl !"

My sexual climax washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thigh spread wide, her pussy gaping open from her son 's big prick fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depths, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

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

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

I smiled."Love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a muddle. We slipped out of my bedchamber to shower off. melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper second joint. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde haircloth tousled from our sexual love making, her tit dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she seem so hot wearing my shirt ? There was goose egg overtly sexy about a man 's jersey, and yet seeing the girlfriend I loved wearing it made my dick twitching. And it was so sore from three orgasm so close together.

We passed my Sister Alicia 's door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, diminished white meat jiggling, her petite soundbox quivering, her fingers rubbing her virgin twat as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My noodle bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. component of me wanted to confound spread out the door and see her jilling her cunt, 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 retrieve after three time, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with H2O and goop. The hot body of water hummer lasted long, an ascent Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three fair sex 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 slash before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even count at me, her center downcast the entire time. I thought it might own been the twinkle, but her cheeks looked garden pink. After dinner, line and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the overseas telegram channels.

We settled on a sleazy revulsion pic. It had respective obligatory topless scenes that had Melody giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the woman naked all while her helping hand stroked my putz. That led to us making love a final clock time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was intimate.

I did n't commend my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to slam every woman in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde tomentum covering her nerve. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her au naturel ass.

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

"Just morning Mrs. Henry Wood,"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, eyes flashing."Are you saying I do n't have a smashing ass ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

melodic phrase followed me into the bathroom. Which was a niggling Wyrd and a little sexy. She wore my jersey again, so it was arduous for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second storey bathroom, she perched on the sink, center wide, eager to check me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

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

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

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the water. My dick twitched. A little girl was peeing in presence of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see thing. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty grin."I 'll let you wipe my pussy."

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

"144,"she said, giving me a sharp clout to the abdomen. Not concentrated, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable to resist saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her typeface 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 dick twitched. An idea wormed in the backbone of my mind.

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

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

"I just peed. Of course I 'm wet. It 's why young woman 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 mammilla through my tee shirt, my dick growing knockout for very this metre. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had magnate over her. That she would submit to me, giving up 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 daughter, Clint. You 're so hard. I can suck your cock rightfield now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her pap harder, and her optic widened and the cutest, aphrodisiacal moan escaped her lips."But I want to spang my mom. She 's next door, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't disappoint her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her brain."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a good son."Her manus stroked my pectus."And you 're the man of the planetary house. Both houses."

"You 're my missy, tonal pattern. You are just as kinky and horny as I am. And I loved that. I love you."

Those three words had such a wonderful core on her. She melted against me, kissing me operose, my dick rubbing against my tee shirt, wishing I was touching her shape directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody 's kitty-cat. She shuddered, set over the return as I rubbed the john paper up and down her trim pussy mouth. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clitoris peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the potty paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. That was torture—my hawkshaw was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to Melody 's house, my cousin dressed in her jeans and taut tank top, me in my blue jean and the shirt she wore. I could sense her on it.

My babe did n't come out from their bedroom while we ate. Zoey had work last night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled tune out the door with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last Night, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't manage. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree diagram growing in my grounds and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the door with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"well, I do n't hear euphony from Lee 's elbow room,"air said as we headed up the stairs."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second floor hallway and staring at the doorway at the end. The schoolmaster bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her holdover and her night with her babe. My peter ached.

I marched down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a secure, sure-footed man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the doorway. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purpleness sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sun streaming through the window. An vacate box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

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

I breathed in, smelling the syncope musk, my gumshoe throb harder."Pull the covers off of her. I want to see my mom."

melodic line licked her lip and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin-german and lover pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's dead body. Her dyed-blonde tomentum covered most of her fount, the source dark brown. She had toned legs and well-endowed hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her position, her weapons system curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the glowering shadow promising such tabu passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my jeans and underdrawers in a single motion, my shaft bobbing out hard. tune returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her body against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slim wind of concern in my tum. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the time to be sheer. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deeply breaths as I smelled the odor of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her brim, a faint sheen of juices. My auntie 's puss. My hawkshaw throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My paw stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, brim plump, skin smooth. She took aid of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hand stroked down her cervix to her boob. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't live she had any tattoos. It was a R-2 with three varsity letter in it, forming a Triangle. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the radical.

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

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

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's mouth kissed mine, strong and toilsome, not like my Sister 's balmy mouth. A strong hired man squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a numb 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 sister kissed at my neck, her softer mitt stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wondrous dream of all those passionate Nox my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking William Jefferson Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my heart closed, afraid that the dream would shun if I opened them. I felt the harsh chaff as I traced up his malar. He squeezed my chest harder, his digit digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shiver washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my clitoris throbbed. The tiresome ache faded from my head as I savored the candy kiss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my mouth, thrusting so thick, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, snog her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her breasts felt modest on my back, her pap not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her manus joined Bill Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my berm, and I shuddered between my two buff. My bridge player moved lower, feeling the broad shoulders and unattackable muscularity of my husband. His gumshoe pressed against my pussy, voiceless and throbbing, eager to film me again.

And I was so toothsome. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his trunk, pulling my married man closer to me. My teat brushed his firm chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy 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 ? auntie Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

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

I broke the buss, gasping,"Clint ?"

"Mom,"he growled and kissed me again, concentrated, sinewy, commanding.

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

Oh, this was awry. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his tough dick pressed into my abdomen, his strong paw on my back. My slit 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 half-sister. And now he wanted to get laid me.

"spirit how hard 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 pussy clenched again. They know about my Sister and me. Hot kerfuffle shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulder joint, pushing me over onto my dorsum. 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 middle misting. He was so bighearted. Just like his father. I could almost think it was Hilary Rodham Clinton. They looked so much a same except Clint had my nuzzle, smaller than his don 's. He was secure, though, muscular and boldface. His hands pushed my thigh apart.

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

Tears trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knee joint over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's turncock pressing at the entrance of my pussycat. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took billing of me from luxuriously School. When he desired my sister and wanted to screw 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 cave in me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to dish out and please her man. She could n't tell me what to do. She could n't arrogate me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't replete me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

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

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so sure-footed and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to get it on your cunt and dedicate you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck Mommy 's twat,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my solid son. To the man of the firm."Please, please. mama needs her big son 's hard prick to love her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my articulatio coxae, rubbing against his putz. I had to find 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 lady friend. She keeps field of study when I 'm not around."

melody 's lips popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her representative a mix of pleasure and shock absorber."Really ?"

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

She grinned and absorb my tit, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece 's sassing so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on blast. I needed my son 's dick in me so badly. He was such a damnably tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's hammer rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A Brobdingnagian moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long tool slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was slurred than his father 's, not quite as hanker, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

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

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

"You 're such a bad mamma,"he groaned."A wicked mom needing her son 's cock to seduce her cum so hard."

"Soooo hard,"I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a scantling. I shuddered, humping harder, our pulp slapping together, his clod smacking into my contamination."Ram that dick into me. piece of ass, yes. My son is a rivet. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my former boob and sucked on my pap, her tit pressing into my build, so round out and firm with young person. My hand stroke out, stroking her second joint as my twat clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so fuddled and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy lovemaking my putz. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

"I do bonk it,"I groaned, loving being called strumpet."I 'm your hussy, Son. Your slutty mammy. My cunt 's yours. You can get laid it whenever you want. I love this pecker. I love my son 's cock."

It was so wrong, so forbidden to palpate my son fucking the snatch which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so heavyset and firmly and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all fully of his cum.

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

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

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

My pussycat milked his putz, tidal bore for my son 's incestuous seeded player as he pounded me unvoiced. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my soundbox. 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 dick and beg for his cum."

As the Adam shone onto my nous, bright rays of walking on air blinding my mentation, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at Melody 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in ma 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so very much radiant bliss warming my mind."Breed your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the firm. Our kitty-cat are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as garish as I could as another sexual climax exploded interior of me. pyrotechnic detonated across my vision. The world grew blurred with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his peter. His balls smacked against my taint as my bosom jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his center and begged for my son to inundate my cunt.

To claim me as his, just like his Father-God had twenty years ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his cock into me. His hot cum pumped into my profoundness. Blast after good time of incestuous seed flooded my fertile slit. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every hold out drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the occupation into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his come swimming in my depths. A grin crossed my backtalk. There was no going back.

And I did n't desire to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't focus on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Melody 's words echoed in my idea : Cum in me, Clint.

My comrade had made love to our cousin endure dark. The words hung in my creative thinker, rattling over and over since last night. I had problem sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my Romance language novels, aching for her lover to take her.

To contain her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my crank. My early hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to bear on myself and think about my brother, but I could n't help it. Not since last Nox. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard tonal pattern moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my manus down to my virtuous pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's big face, so beau, so potent, so loving. He was just like pop. 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 ...