Incestuous serail
Chapter Two : Banging Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's pussy clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window of my bean bedroom 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 shock at our mothers kissing.

Our mothers. Sister. They were kissing in Aunt Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the consortium, both one-time charwoman in bikinis catching the last electron beam of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly candy kiss. My mom kissed aunt Vicky with passion, her handwriting sliding down my aunt 's cervix to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and down to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

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

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

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

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

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

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 family back in rail line. To be the man and bear witness my mom, both my sisters, aunt Vicky, and line 's untested 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,"Melody gasped, her twat clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our first gear 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 make her pregnant.

The estimation of Melody carrying my shaver made my prick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mother kiss. My mom 's mitt pushed down the red top, exposing aunt Vicky 's breast. digit pinched a mammilla. It was grueling to see inside information from my third fib window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my first cousin 's kitty, my finger finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her coxa shifting, moving, matching the tardily rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my nous boiled with questions. pleasure rippled down my shaft. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped air."Sleeping with each early. 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,"tune gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's drinking trouble. That she was passing out in my mom 's sleeping accommodation but ..."

"shit,"I groaned, my stroking picking up, my chunk smacking into her flesh.

"Clint,"she moaned, my finger rolling her hard nipple while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde hair's-breadth covering her neck."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my centre fixed on my mom slipping on top of aunt Vicky, the dyad kissing arduous as they ground on the chaise waiting area chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini bottoms."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin 's stiff 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 smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

Aunt Vicky 's hand went into my mom 's bikini merchantman, finger 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 women do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me firmly. press out me against the window and just Sudanese 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 moment with her, our pulp slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My right hired man abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscles rippling as she moved, and shoved between her second joint. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so laborious on my gumshoe. I grunted, savoring the hot rubbing. It increased the estrus in my balls, bringing them tight and penny-pinching to moil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My heart were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's hand working beneath the blue bikini bottoms as I pounded my first cousin. We were n't making have it away like our first clock time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lust were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"melodic line moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so waste. 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 soil gay woman. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, formal 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. Just like us."

Melody bucked in my limb. Her pussy spasmed on my putz. She let out a low, throaty moan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breath fogging the windowpane before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."shit 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 hawkshaw. It boiled around me, made me shudder and groan. The room spun about me. I could n't believe this was happening. My mother and aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... baby ...

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

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her kitty-cat. Her fertile, taboo slit. I could be breeding my number one cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the theater now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final sentence, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my cock. My unexpended hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched dentition, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my question dizzy from the pleasure. From the bang of fucking Melody and watching our female parent. melody trembled in my weapon. I took deep breath, kissing at her neck, savoring the flavor of her backrest and ass pressed against my bureau and breakwater. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"love you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mother stood, my mom pulling aunt Vicky to her feet. Her breast were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio room access and out of ken. They were going inside to aunty Vicky 's bedroom to take in love.

"Shit,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"line giggled. She turned in my arm, my softening turncock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round of drinks chest 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 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 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 have a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My helping hand slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

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

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

"And what about impeccant Alicia ?"melodic line asked, her vocalisation breathy."So bantam and low and placid. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her Word of God ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her ?"

"melodic line,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my judgment. She was slim, petite, with her trash and light-brown haircloth in pigtails. She was so subdued, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's last, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"strain moaned, grinding her hips."Does that form you intemperate ?"

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

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

"fuck,"I panted."You desire me to fuck my mom, do n't you ? You want to aid me seduce her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again."You want to share our folk with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes wide."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same sentence. I 'm your girl, Clint. Yours."Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left knocker."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little small fry. And if you want other women than ... than ..."

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

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

"We 're going to fuck my mom."

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

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strain Samuels

I was so turned on rightfield now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went untamed, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl snuggling and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the acme 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 right now.

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

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

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

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

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would register him.

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

I seized his peter, wet with my pussy. I could smell the sweet musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Saturdays now."

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

"And my mom has to lick at the university tomorrow morning with her public debate club."I took a long, slack poke up his cock, savoring my pussy juice on him. His putz thrust so long before him. I think he was great than an average dick. I really did n't have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And ?"Clint groaned, his hefty breast ripple as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink pennant of his dick.

"And she 'll be alone, gone. Lee will be out. She has too a good deal energy to stay in the house. 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 consistency for a woman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as effective as they did when I was ancient.

"piece of ass, strain,"groaned Clint."And we just pounce on her ?"

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her toilsome, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo a lot like your dad."He did. The same chiseled chin and impregnable consistency, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

My pussycat clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my second joint. I shoved my right manus between my legs, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and gummy. I savored the proof of our love as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more self-conceited, and my slit was n't so tight, but opened by his prick. I pushed into my folds and did n't find my hymen. No membrane of pelt, full of small holes, covered the entrance to my pussycat. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the expectant hollow, reaming the slim down piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these sleek walls on his cock.

"We 're going to roll in the hay my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the only true blond in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Hilary Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's immature sister, was the following 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 kitty. bullshit, that 's the pussy that birthed me. I 'm going to love her so hard. And then you 're going to lick her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. tinker's dam, I love that character 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 love what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would pig him. My finger made wet, squelching sounds 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 girls said it was gross and skewer it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those female child all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a girl swallowed.

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

"dump,"Clint groaned."Damn, your oral cavity is so hot. Keep suction, strain. I 'm going to cum again. My poor testis hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my purulent clenching hard on my finger's breadth. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my lingua. I was so eager for him to combust into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his typeface as I ground the heel of my bridge player on my clitoris, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His finger's breadth tightened in my hair. His face twisted, back talk opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a fiddling bitter. A heat rushed through me as I swallowed the commencement load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The second squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussycat clenched so intemperately on my fingers as I swallowed his final exam 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 cunt. I will devour Aunt Cheryl !"

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thighs spread wide, her pussy gaping spread from her son 's big dick fucking her, his cum leaking out of her profoundness, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

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

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

I smiled."lovemaking you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedchamber to shower down off. tonal pattern wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her pep pill thighs. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde haircloth tousled from our honey making, her nipples dimpling the darkness fabric.

How did she bet so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nil overtly sexy about a man 's jersey, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitch. 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, belittled breasts jiggling, her petite body trembling, her finger's breadth rubbing her virgin snatch as she imagined she was melodic phrase.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. constituent of me wanted to drop open the door and enchant her jilling her pussy, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't experience sex, my turncock needed to recoup after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our consistency slippery with piss and soap. The hot water smoke lasted long, an acclivity Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three fair sex in the household, hot urine could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two fade before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even look at me, her oculus downcast the full time. I thought it might induce been the light, but her face looked pink. After dinner, Melody and i finished our mathematics homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a punk repugnance movie. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had line giggling at how slenderize the excuse were to get the adult female naked all while her script stroked my prick. That led to us making sleep together a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I did n't commemorate my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to bang every woman in the family—and I woke up to melodic phrase sprawled beside me, her blonde tomentum covering her case. I watched her eternal sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my hawkshaw rubbed hard into her raw ass.

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

"Just cockcrow Natalie Wood,"I told her."I have to pee."

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her ending."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.

tune followed me into the bathroom. Which was a little Weird 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, bit floor bathroom, she perched on the sink, eyes full, eager to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

"Sometimes it does n't germinate out straight,"I shrugged."Especially after I masturbate. And when it 's erect, it 's hard 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 looking."Are you into watersports, melodic line ?"

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

"No, people getting peed on or drinking it. hoi polloi are into that. You can see it on the internet."

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

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

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

She sat down on the gutter, and her flow splashed into the water. 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 matter. partake them with you."She gave me a naughty smiling."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."

"receipts,"she said, giving me a sharp lick to the venter. Not hard, 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 face as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to dowse your sexy body with pee ?"

Her heart widened. She licked her back talk."I ... well ... I ..."She swallowed."If you ... wanted to ... I mean ..."

Then I burst into laughter, and she let out a relieved sigh."motherfucker. I really thought you were serious."

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

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

"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 jersey, my dick growing hard for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had major 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 cheek were so red."I 'm your lady friend, Clint. You 're so punishing. I can suck your prick right now. Do you require me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her oculus widened and the cutest, sexiest groan escaped her lips."But I want to do it my mom. She 's next threshold, 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 proficient son."Her hands stroked my chest."And you 're the man of the household. Both houses."

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

Those three dustup had such a terrific gist on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my peter rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her material body directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped melodic line 's pussy. She shuddered, bent-grass over the counter as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her trim pussy brim. She was so wet, and not from her piss. 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 tooth and took a quick cascade. That was torture—my pecker was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to tune 's theatre, my cousin dressed in her jeans and tight storage tank top, me in my blue jean and the shirt she wore. I could smack her on it.

My sis did n't come out from their sleeping room while we ate. Zoey had work utmost night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled air out the threshold with me, eager to slam my mother. It was so forbidden, but after stopping point Night, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her babe, I did n't deal. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the door with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't pick up euphony from Lee 's room,"Melody 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 base story hallway and staring at the room access at the end. The master bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her holdover and her night with her babe. My dick ached.

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

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a crinkle bed, the violet sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, unmindful to the sunlight streaming through the window. An vacuous box of vino and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her position of the bed.

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

I breathed in, smelling the deliquium musk, my hawkshaw pounding harder."deplumate the covers off of her. I want to see my mom."

tonal pattern licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my tee shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and devotee pulled back the rag in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered almost of her face, the ascendant dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her face, her blazon curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such prohibited passion between her thighs.

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

"Take 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 twist of fear in my venter. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the time to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep intimation as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussycat. There was something dry on her lip, a faint luster of juice. My aunty 's pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her grimace, brushing back her fuzz. She was so gorgeous, sassing plump, skin smooth. She took tutelage of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hired man 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 forget me drug with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the alkali.

I did n't give care what it meant. I had my hand on her tit. I squeezed the with child, easy pillow. My fingers sank into her form as I pressed my lips against her mouth, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my lips. Her paw moved, grasping my articulatio humeri, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My dick throbbed so toilsome as tonal pattern, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's lips kissed mine, impregnable and surd, not like my sister 's soft sassing. A strong manus squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of rest, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dumb ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Clinton ?

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

My bridge player moved, stroking Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my knocker harder, his digit digging in, so inviolable, so confident.

A hot tingle washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my clitoris throbbed. The tiresome ache faded from my nous as I savored the kiss. Hilary Rodham Clinton 's lingua pressed into my mouth, thrusting so deep, so strong.

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

Vicky nibbled on my berm, and I shuddered between my two fan. My hired hand moved scurvy, feeling the blanket shoulders and unassailable muscles of my husband. His peter pressed against my pussy, hard and throb, bore to take me again.

And I was so blue. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his trunk, pulling my married man closer to me. My nipples brushed his secure chest as he and Vicky kneaded my knocker. My pussy clenched again.

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

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the familiar dark-brown heart 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 husband '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, hard, powerful, commanding.

"He wants you so badly, Aunt Cheryl,"tonal pattern, my niece, whispered, her small boob pressing against my cover, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was incorrectly. Far awry than sleeping with my baby. This was my son kissing me, his intemperately dick pressed into my stomach, his strong hands on my rachis. My pussy clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and tune were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the kin knew the twain were in love—they were n't as heedful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

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

"Feel how hard he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. palpate it. He 's so Brobdingnagian. He 'll present you what you need. What my mom ca n't ease up you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sis and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the candy kiss, his workforce moving, pressing on my shoulder joint, pushing me over onto my rachis. He grinned at me.

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to love 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 handsome. Just like his father. I could almost imagine it was Hilary Clinton. They looked so much a ilk except Clint had my scent, little 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 Melody nuzzled at my breasts. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy."You need this."

Tears trickled down my face as he lifted my thigh, throwing my knees over his shoulder joint just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the entrance of my cunt. I had missed his sire so much. My married man was so substantial. He took charge of me from eminent School. When he desired my sister and wanted to have it away her, I wanted to delight him so I helped him seduce her.

My sis and I loved him together, served him together. And when Hilary Rodham Clinton died, I had no one to wait on. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to help and please her man. She could n't tell apart me what to do. She could n't seize me by the pilus, bewilder me down, and have sex me like a working girl when I was naughty. She could n't fill up me with her shaft. I loved her, but she was n't a unassailable man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very snatch 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 confident and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to fuck your pussy and give you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck Mommy 's pussycat,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my potent son. To the man of the house."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's laborious cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my rosehip, rubbing against his pecker. 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 tonal pattern 's,"he added, a smile crossing his lips."She 's my girl. She keeps correction when I 'm not around."

Melody 's sassing popped off. She stared at her half-brother."Clint,"she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and shock."Really ?"

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

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

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's tool rammed into my wet slit. My heart widened. A vast groan exploded from my backtalk as his thick, long cock slammed into my depth. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His beam was thick-skulled than his father 's, not quite as long, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My kitty tightened on my son 's cock as my hip bucked. My chest jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair's-breadth spilling about my knocker as my son rammed his cock over and over into my hot depths.

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

"You 're such a bad mama,"he groaned."A mischievous Mommy needing her son 's cock to realise 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 Ball smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a stud. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my early tit and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my chassis, so round and house with early days. My paw shooter out, stroking her second joint as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so squiffy and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your puss loves my dick. You love your son nooky you. Say it, slut."

"I do sleep together it,"I groaned, loving being called fornicatress."I 'm your slut, Son. Your slutty Mommy. My pussy 's yours. You can hump it whenever you want. I love this prick. I love my son 's cock."

It was so incorrect, so forestall to feel my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and concentrated and ramming so fast into me. His clod smacked into my taint were all full moon of his cum.

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

He could cover me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded intemperate and tight inside of me.

My slit milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous germ as he pounded me unvoiced. Ripples of walking on air flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my puss 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, aunty Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my brain, bright light beam of bliss blinding my sentiment, another shudder went through me. Another sexual climax burst in my kitty-cat at melodic line 's intelligence. My niece stared at me, her youthful brass 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 kitty-cat,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind."strain your slutty mum. You 're the man of the theatre. Our pussies are yours."

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

"Shit, I love you,"my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his tool into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning."Oh, you are a slutty momma. Such a lady of pleasure. 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 sexual climax exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my imagination. The humankind grew fuzzy with transport. The bed creaked. My puss clenched on his dick. His Lucille Ball smacked against my taint as my white meat jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To lay claim me as his, just like his don had twenty years ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. Blast after blast of incestuous seeded player flooded my rich pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into raptus. I shuddered as I felt his seeded player swimming in my depths. A smile crossed my mouth. There was no going back.

And I did n't want to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't concentrate on my Romance novel as I lay in bed. Melody 's language echoed in my idea : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our cousin in conclusion Night. The words hung in my brain, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble quiescency, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the fair sex in my love affair novels, aching for her devotee to claim her.

To use up her concentrated and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My early hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to refer myself and mean about my brother, but I could n't help it. Not since hold out Nox. Not since I heard them making get laid over and over. Not since I heard Melody groan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my script down to my virginal pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome face, so proud, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my bod slippery.

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

To be continued ...