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

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the consortium, both previous char in bikinis catching the lastly beam of light of the scene sun. And it was n't a sisterly buss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with passion, her hand sliding down my aunt 's cervix to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it frown and grim to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"the Nazarene H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my cousin-german 's round breasts."I ... I ..."

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

This was not how I expected my Friday Night to go. My cousin and I were best ally, and for the last year we had been kissing first cousin. We were both XIX, a calendar month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our female parent, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with tonal pattern. She was a tomboy who would rather wreak war or violent video games than with dolls. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't swank it or outwear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a foreign dream where my beat dad berated me for letting the family fall apart after his decease six calendar month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. melodic phrase and I had been scared to adopt the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this blotto tank top and no bra, I knew it was prison term. I was bold, confident.

I claimed her and popped her cherry 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 demarcation. To be the man and demo my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and tune 's youthful babe who was in billing. 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,"Melody gasped, her puss clenching down on my hawkshaw again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our first fucking. I had n't even thought about using security. We were both Virgo the Virgin, so no peril of disease, but I could still get her pregnant.

The idea of Melody carrying my child made my hawkshaw pounding harder. My coxa moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's manus pushed down the red top, exposing auntie Vicky 's breast. Fingers pinched a mamilla. It was hard to see details from my third story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my shaft into my cousin 's pussy, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her pelvis shifting, moving, matching the slack rhythm of my prick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with questions. Pleasure rippled down my lance. My full cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped air."Sleeping with each early. Since Uncle William Jefferson Clinton died ?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my oculus fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing harder as they ground on the shay lounge hot seat. I could almost see the vinyl radical creak as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini behind."So goddam much, Melody."

I plunged my prick over and over into my full cousin 's soaked cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smelling of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

Aunt Vicky 's hands went into my mom 's two-piece seat, fingers digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's pelvic arch moved, humping against her sister like I had seen women do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me grueling. constrict me against the window and just Syrian pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my full cousin. I loved her so a good deal. I loved sharing this wild second with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My right hand abandoned her tit, sliding down her apartment stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her kitty clenched so hard on my putz. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heat in my lump, bringing them close-fitting and closer to seethe over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, blotto, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and aunty Vicky 's hired man working beneath the blue-blooded bikini bottoms as I pounded my first cousin. We were n't making enjoy like our first sentence on my bed. We were fucking. Our lecherousness were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, catch her ass, Mom,"Melody moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so fantastic. Oh, geez. Oh, Clit, this is so hot."

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

"Do it,"she hissed."Cum in me while we watch our mothers be unsporting lesbian. Incestuous dyke, Clint. Our mother are incestuous dykes."

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

tune bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my peter. 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 fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."Dump your cum in your cousin 's hole. Our mother 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 groan. The room spun about me. I could n't believe this was happening. My mother and aunty Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... sister ...

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

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo kitty. I could be breeding my world-class 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 clock time, pleasance thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my prick. My left paw squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched dentition, my pleasance peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my heading dizzy from the pleasure. From the tingle of fucking line and watching our mothers. Melody trembled in my arms. I took deep breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the smell of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"honey you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mother stood, my mom pulling aunt Vicky to her feet. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio doorway and out of lot. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's chamber to take a shit love.

"jack,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my weapons system, my softening shaft plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my pectus as she slipped her sleeve around my neck. I was taller than her now, the inverse of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel heart."You want to sleep together 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 minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, air had indicated she would feature a three 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 sister, just turned twenty, wearing her sloshed jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her body built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Huge titty, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

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

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

"And what about devoid Alicia ?"tune asked, her vox breathy."So petite and diminished and tranquilize. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to instruct her ?"

"line,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her interpreter while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my mind. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so muted, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's demise, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"melodic phrase moaned, grinding her rose hip."Does that micturate you hard ?"

"It 's getting me there,"I groaned, staring into my cousin 's heart."You naughty tease. What have you been masturbating to ?"

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

"shag,"I panted."You want me to have intercourse my mom, do n't you ? You want to assist me seduce her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my hammer getting hard again."You want to portion our folk with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her centre astray."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same prison term. I 'm your female child, Clint. Yours."Her manus seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left over breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were lilliputian kids. And if you want early charwoman than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my putz aching hard as I squeezed her breasts. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one Night, rubbing out back to punt orgasm. And once a few calendar week ago when tonal pattern was out of township, I had masturbated five prison term in a day. But a third erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to fuck my mom."

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

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Melody Samuels

I was so turned on right hand now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my twat as my dirty mental imagery went idle, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those contrary illusion that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other charwoman, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me veracious now.

Clint wanted former women. I wanted other womanhood. Why not portion them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My sire, the spermatozoon giver, had abandoned Mom when I was only an baby, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a class and a few months apart. So Uncle Bill 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 Bill Clinton who spanked us.

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

His death had both our families off kelter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in agate line, reining in my brattish babe, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to clear 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 bedchamber earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our human relationship to the side by side level. I did n't care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would evidence 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 dick, wet with my pussy. I could sense the scented musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Sabbatum now."

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

"And my mom has to play at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club."I took a long, sluggish punch up his pecker, savoring my kitty juice on him. His dick jab so long before him. I think he was bigger than an mediocre dick. I really did n't experience a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, departed. Lee will be out. She has too much vigour to stay in the house. Your Sister will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blond auntie lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a cleaning lady her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as salutary as they did when I was ancient.

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

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dreaming. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The same chiseled Chin and substantial bodies, the Lapp dark fuzz and commanding eyes.

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

I gasped as his dick popped into my sassing. He grunted, my teeth scraping his dick, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my tooth. I had talked to ally at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would depart, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

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

I wanted to answer him, but his bridge player was on my foreland, directing me, taking charge. That sent a sexy quiver through me. He was in burster, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. wellspring, anything that was aphrodisiac and within reason.

My twat clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy chassis. 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 unlike down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his stopcock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more self-conceited, and my cunt was n't so tight, but opened by his prick. I pushed into my folds and did n't sense my virginal membrane. No membrane of skin, full of minuscule hollow, covered the entering to my cunt. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the expectant hole, reaming the svelte piece of music of wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these satiny walls on his cock.

"We 're going to roll in the hay my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the lone true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle William Jefferson Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's younger baby, was the succeeding closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to fuck her and give her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my dick into my mom 's pussy. Shit, that 's the pussy that birthed me. I 'm going to get laid her so hard. 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 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 have intercourse what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to delight him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's twat. I would consume him. My finger's breadth made wet, squelching speech sound as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it savour like ? Some lady friend said it was porcine and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guy wire liked. It made them happy when a girl swallowed.

And I wanted to realise Clint so felicitous. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"Irish bull,"Clint groaned."darn, your rima oris is so hot. continue sucking, melody. I 'm going to cum again. My poor ball hurt, but I need to fire one end load into your honeyed mouth."

I shuddered, my kitty clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so tidal bore for him to erupt into my lip. I stared up at him, watching the joy cross his face as I ground the bounder of my bridge player on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my kitty-cat faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my hair. His boldness twisted, sassing opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a niggling bitterness. A heating plant rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

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

"Oh, Clint,"I moaned, popping my mouth off his peter."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's cunt. I will down Aunt Cheryl !"

My sexual climax washed over me as I pictured my auntie 's thighs spread wide, her pussy gaping open from her son 's big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her astuteness, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and guttle her.

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

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

I smiled."Love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her pelvic arch to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde fuzz tousled from our beloved making, her nipple dimpling the dark fabric.

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

We passed my babe Alicia 's doorway on the way to the privy. I paused, picturing her in there, pocket-size breasts jiggling, her lilliputian consistency quiver, her digit rubbing her Virgo slit as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My noggin bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. role of me wanted to thrust spread the doorway and catch her jilling her snatch, but tonal pattern pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't experience sex, my cock needed to recover after three sentence, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our eubstance slippery with pee and soap. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his destruction. With three woman in the house, hot body of water could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to take hold of herself two cut before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even front at me, her center downcast the intact time. I thought it might have been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner party, melodic phrase and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable length channels.

We settled on a cheesy revulsion movie. It had several obligatory topless shot that had tune giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the cleaning woman naked all while her hired man stroked my dick. That led to us making love a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cosy.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to have a go at it every woman in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde pilus covering her face. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her naked ass.

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

"Just dawning Grant 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, heart flashing."Are you saying I do n't birth a slap-up ass ?"

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

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

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

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her closing curtain."An ass I love. A great ass. Especially in those panty 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 little Weird and a slight sexy. She wore my jersey again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, 2nd floor bath, she perched on the cesspool, oculus wide, eager to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

"No, people getting peed on or drinking it. people 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 gumshoe to get off the shoemaker's last few drops.

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

She sat down on the gutter, and her stream splashed into the water. My gumshoe twitched. A daughter was peeing in nominal head of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see things. divvy up them with you."She gave me a naughty grin."I 'll let you pass over my pussy."

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

"Gross,"she said, giving me a sharp slug to the tummy. Not hard, she never hit me tough. 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 face as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy body with pee ?"

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

Then I burst into laugh, and she let out a unbosom sigh."whoreson. I really thought you were serious."

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

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

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

"I just peed. Of course I 'm wet. It 's why female child 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 tit through my t-shirt, my tool growing hard for real this prison term. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had world power 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 face were so red."I 'm your little girl, Clint. You 're so backbreaking. I can wet-nurse your shaft right now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her pap harder, and her center widened and the cutest, aphrodisiacal groan escaped her lips."But I want to make love my mom. She 's future room access, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't let down her."

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

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

Those three word of honor had such a wonderful effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her flesh directly, wishing I was in my cousin-german right now.

But Mom awaited. My aphrodisiacal mom.

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

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. That was torture—my prick was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something low-cal before we raced over to Melody 's sign, my cousin dressed in her jeans and rigorous storage tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could sense her on it.

My babe did n't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had workplace last night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled Melody out the door with me, tidal bore to bang my mother. It was so proscribed, but after last dark, sleeping with my cousin-german than watching Mom with her babe, I did n't handle. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my 1000 and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the threshold with my key—Dad had changed the ignition lock so the Saami key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"well, I do n't hear music from Lee 's elbow 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 second storey hallway and staring at the threshold at the end. The maestro bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her holdover and her night with her sis. My gumshoe ached.

I marched down the hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a unassailable, confident man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the doorway. My mom lay on a crease bed, the imperial sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sunlight streaming through the window. An empty box of wine-colored and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

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

I breathed in, smelling the syncope musk, my tool throbbing harder."pull out the covers off of her. I want to see my mom."

line licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and buff pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered almost of her expression, the roots dark brown. She had toned peg and curvey pelvis, her breast pillowing before her as she lay on her position, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such out cacoethes between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my jeans and Boxer in a individual motion, my shaft bobbing out hard. melodic phrase returned to me, grabbing my prick, pressing her organic structure against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

"payoff 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 fear in my stomach. 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 deep breaths as I smelled the odour of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her sass, a faint sheen of juices. My aunty 's pussycat. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My helping hand stroked her facial expression, brushing back her pilus. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, skin smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My handwriting stroked down her neck opening 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 fundament.

I did n't wish what it meant. I had my hand on her tit. I squeezed the great, lenient pillow. My finger's breadth sank into her flesh as I pressed my lips against her rima oris, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my lips. Her manus moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My shaft throbbed so laborious as Melody, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

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

Clinton ?

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

My hand moved, stroking Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the ambition would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his malar. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my consistence to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my clitoris throbbed. The dull ache faded from my head as I savored the buss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my rima oris, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her,"Vicky moaned, her vocalism more schoolgirlish. Her breasts felt humble on my back, her nipple not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her cunt hot as her hand joined Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my berm, and I shuddered between my two buff. My hired man moved lower, feeling the extensive shoulders and strong brawniness of my married man. His gumshoe pressed against my kitty, hard and throbbing, tidal bore to take away me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My decent arm pressed beneath his dead body, pulling my husband finisher to me. My nipples brushed his secure chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

"He 's going to have it off you so hard, Aunt Cheryl,"my sister moaned."Oh, your son is going to sacrifice you what you need."

Son ? auntie Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

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

I broke the osculation, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

"He wants you so badly, auntie Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her modest boob pressing against my back, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was haywire. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his severely dick pressed into my belly, his strong hands 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 family knew the distich 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 fuck me.

"Feel how voiceless he is, aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. feel it. He 's so Brobdingnagian. He 'll throw you what you need. What my mom ca n't fall in you."

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

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to know 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 oculus misting. He was so giving. Just like his father. I could almost imagine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his Father 's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

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

Tears trickled down my buttock as he lifted my second joint, throwing my human knee over his berm just like his dad would, my rose hip lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the entrance of my kitty. I had missed his father so much. My hubby was so strong. He took guardianship of me from mellow school day. When he desired my sis and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to delight him so I helped him seduce her.

My sis 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 severalise me what to do. She could n't seize me by the whisker, throw me down, and get laid me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't fill me with her shaft. I loved her, but she was n't a secure man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, line '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 convinced and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to fuck your pussy and yield you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck mom 's pussy,"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 hard hammer to jazz her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my pelvic arch, rubbing against his rooster. I had to feel him in me. I was so wet.

"You 're mine now, Mom,"he growled as I trembled."Say it."

"Yours,"I moaned, shivering.

"And Melody 's,"he added, a grin crossing his lips."She 's my lady friend. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

melody 's lips popped off. She stared at her stepbrother."Clint,"she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and blow."Really ?"

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

She grinned and steep my mamilla, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my kitty on fire. I needed my son 's tool in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's turncock rammed into my wet kitty. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my sass as his thick, longsighted pecker slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his father 's, not quite as foresightful, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's cock as my hips 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 dick over and over into my hot depths.

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

"You 're such a bad Mommy,"he groaned."A disgusting momma needing her son 's cock to wee-wee her cum so hard."

"Soooo hard,"I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a stud. I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his balls smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. screw, yes. My son is a stud. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other bosom and sucked on my nipple, her tit pressing into my flesh, so round and firm with spring chicken. My hand shot out, stroking her second joint as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so tight and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy 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 loose woman, Son. Your slutty Mommy. My pussy 's yours. You can do it it whenever you want. I love this stopcock. I love my son 's cock."

It was so wrong, so forestall to finger my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so buddy-buddy and hard and ramming so fast into me. His ball smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I was n't on the anovulant. 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 protection. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could cover me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my climax exploded voiceless and degraded inside of me.

My pussy milked his tool, eager for my son 's incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussycat and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy heavy 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, aunty Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his dick and beg for his cum."

As the XTC shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my thoughts, another frisson went through me. Another coming fit in my pussycat at Melody 's words. My niece stared at me, her vernal case flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in Mommy 's twat,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my idea."Breed your slutty mamma. You 're the man of the star sign. Our pussies are yours."

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

"hoot, 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 Mommy. Such a whore. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded interior of me. firework detonated across my imagination. The world grew fuzzy with exaltation. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his dick. His chunk smacked against my contamination as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To claim me as his, just like his father had twenty yr ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my profundity. Blast after blast of incestuous seminal fluid flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my snatch milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the channel into ecstasy. I shuddered as I felt his germ swim in my astuteness. A grin crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't desire to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't concentrate on my romanticism novel as I lay in bed. strain 's Son echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My crony had made love to our cousin last night. The actor's line hung in my head, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me find so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my branch. I felt like one of the woman in my romance novels, aching for her lover to arrogate her.

To take her difficult and get laid her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my specs. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to refer myself and believe about my Brother, but I could n't help it. Not since last nighttime. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard air moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my Virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's bounteous face, so dashing, so substantial, so loving. He was just like papa. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

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

To be continued ...