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

Clint Elliston

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

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in Aunt Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the kitty, both older women in bikini catching the last irradiation of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterlike kiss. My mom kissed auntie Vicky with rage, her bridge player sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it low-pitched and gloomy to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"the Nazarene H. Redeemer,"I groaned, holding my full cousin 's rung breasts."I ... I ..."

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

This was not how I expected my Friday dark to go. My cousin and I were best booster, and for the last yr we had been kissing full cousin. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather bet war or wild video plot than with dolls. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or bust a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a unusual aspiration where my perfectly dad berated me for letting the kinsfolk 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 get hold of the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this pixilated 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 aspiration 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 bank line. To be the man and prove my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and Melody 's younger sister who was in charge. To put check back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Cheryl 's paw is slipping into my mom 's two-piece top,"Melody gasped, her pussy clenching down on my peter again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seeded player from our starting time fucking. I had n't even thought about using protection. We were both Virgo the Virgin, so no risk of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The idea of tune carrying my fry made my pecker throb harder. My hip joint moved as I watched our female parent kiss. My mom 's mitt pushed down the red top, exposing aunty Vicky 's breast. finger pinched a mamilla. It was hard to see inside information from my third base story windowpane, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's kitty, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her pelvis shifting, moving, matching the slow beat of my putz pumping in and out of her snatch while my brain boiled with doubtfulness. delight rippled down my shaft. My cousin was so tight.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing harder as they ground on the chaise couch president. I could almost hear the vinyl group creak as aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue Bikini rear."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my dick over and over into my full cousin 's mean cunt, savoring the oestrus around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the strait, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our female parent commit incest like we were.

aunt Vicky 's hands went into my mom 's bikini bum, digit digging into my mom 's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's rose hip moved, humping against her sister like I had seen adult female do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."screw me harder. urge me against the window and just Ezra Loomis Pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so lots. I loved sharing this natural state import with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My redress hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her matt breadbasket, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her kitty-cat clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot rubbing. It increased the heating in my clump, bringing them closer and closer to churn over and exploding into my full cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's helping hand working beneath the blue-blooded bikini behind as I pounded my cousin. We were n't making love like our first time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lustfulness were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, take hold of her ass, Mom,"strain moaned."Oh, my god, that 's so waste. Oh, geez. Oh, clitoris, 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 dirty lesbian. Incestuous dam, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

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

tune bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my gumshoe. She let out a low, throaty moan. 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 first cousin 's hole. Our female parent love incest and so do I."

I slammed into her spasming pussycat. I savored the hot, silken material body massaging my dick. It boiled around me, made me chill and groan. The elbow room spun about me. I could n't believe this was happening. My mother and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... Sisters ...

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

air moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my 1st cousin right now. Planting a babe in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my adult female. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my hammer. My exit helping hand squeezed her boob as I groaned through my clenched dentition, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breathing time, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the tingle of fucking tonal pattern and watching our mother. melody trembled in my arm. I took cryptical hint, kissing at her neck, savoring the look of her spinal column and ass pressed against my breast and groyne. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

"Clint,"she sighed."Oh, Clint, that was great. I love this. have a go at it you."

"Love you, too,"I groaned.

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

"Shit,"I groaned.

"You wish you could view it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening dick plopping out of her wet cunt. Her stave breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my cervix. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel eyes."You want to know 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, line had indicated she would suffer a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"Melody shivered as she mentioned her untested babe, 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 ingenuous Alicia ?"Melody asked, her voice breathy."So petite and little and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her book ? Do you think her dead body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to learn her ?"

"melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my brain. She was svelte, flyspeck, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so tranquility, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"she moaned, her center 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 time. I 'm your young lady, Clint. Yours."Her helping 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 lilliputian minor. And if you want early womanhood than ... than ..."

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

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

"We 're going to bang my mom."

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

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Melody Samuels

I was so turned on right now. I could n't think this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my cunt as my dirty vision went wilderness, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the visor of masturbation—thoughts of early women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a missy, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted other cleaning woman. I wanted early cleaning lady. Why not part them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our menage. My begetter, the sperm cell donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a yr and a few months apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handwork around our house, 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 sisters when they misbehaved.

His death had both our family off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in origin, reining in my bratty sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to realise it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belt loop topology 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 plan ?"Clint asked as I knelt before him in the space between his bed and the window, the sloping loft roof over our straits.

I seized his peter, wet with my pussy. I could smell 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 drinking after Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow dawning with her debate club."I took a long, behind lick up his turncock, savoring my pussy succus on him. His gumshoe stab so long before him. I think he was bigger than an ordinary dick. I really did n't have a lot to equate him to. I reached the crest, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much free energy to continue in the house. Your Sister will be in this house. 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 remove her, fuck her tough, like your dad told you to in your aspiration. She misses him, and you look sooo lots like your dad."He did. The same chiseled Chin and unattackable torso, the Lapp sinister whisker and commanding eyes.

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

I gasped as his dick popped into my back talk. He grunted, my teeth scraping his dick, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to friends at schooling, 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 dozens of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

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

I wanted to answer him, but his script was on my pass, 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 kitty-cat clenched. My full cousin 's cum leaked down my thigh. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy form. I was so wet and mucilaginous. I savored the trial impression of our sexual love as I rubbed at my kitty, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my sassing and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my incision was n't so pixilated, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and did n't feel my virginal membrane. No tissue layer of skin, full of little kettle of fish, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the larger pickle, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky walls on his cock.

"We 're going to have sex my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hairsbreadth. I was the only true blond in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle William Jefferson Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's younger sister, was the future closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to fuck her and impart her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my prick into my mom 's pussycat. Shit, that 's the pussy that birthed me. I 'm going to make out her so hard. And then you 're going to cream her pussy clean and jerk of my cum. A creampie. red cent, I love that type of porn."

My eyes widened. porno was the one affair Clint had never talked to me about, always growing embarrassed that I knew he watched it—what nineteen-year-old boy did n't ? —and I had always wanted to know what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would work out all his jizz from his mom 's pussycat. I would guttle him. My fingers made wet, squelching auditory sensation 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 taste like ? Some daughter said it was perfect and spat it out. But I had seen a few smut, and those miss all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what Guy liked. It made them happy when a young lady swallowed.

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

"son of a bitch,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. continue sucking, tonal pattern. I 'm going to cum again. My miserable egg hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my kitty-cat clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my oral fissure. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the heel of my manus on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my puss faster and faster.

His digit tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my back talk. Salty and thick. It was a petty bitter. A heat energy rushed through me as I swallowed the for the first time load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

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

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

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thighs spread wide, her pussy gaping undecided from her son 's big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her profundity, dripping down to the bed cover, 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 athirst eyes while sitting up on his elbow joint. My delight peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my caput on his lap.

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

I smiled."Love you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mint. We slipped out of my sleeping accommodation to lavish off. tonal pattern wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thigh. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her nipples dimpling the night fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man 's T-shirt, and yet seeing the miss I loved wearing it made my prick twitch. And it was so sore from three coming so close together.

We passed my sister Alicia 's door on the way to the lavatory. I paused, picturing her in there, diminished boob jiggling, her lilliputian trunk shakiness, her fingerbreadth rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was line.

What if she really did hear us ? My bonce bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. part of me wanted to cast open the doorway and catch her jilling her pussy, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't have sex, my cock needed to recover after three prison term, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our trunk slippery with weewee and liquid ecstasy. The hot water heater lasted long, an elevate Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three char in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our maths homework while waiting for pizza pie to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two slices before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even front at me, her eyes downcast the full metre. I thought it might make been the Light Within, but her impudence looked pink. After dinner party, strain and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a punk repulsion pic. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had Melody giggling at how thin the self-justification were to get the woman naked all while her manus stroked my hawkshaw. That led to us making love a final sentence before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was tea cozy.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to get laid every charwoman in the family—and I woke up to Melody sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her face. I watched her eternal rest, loving how beautiful she was while my prick rubbed hard into her au naturel ass.

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

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

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

"It 's an get ass, cocksucker ?"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 pantie you wore the other day. But ... I really have to pee."

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

line followed me into the bathroom. Which was a little Weird and a minuscule sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was toilsome for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second floor bathroom, she perched on the sink, eyes wide, eager to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

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

She slipped off the comeback and pushed in battlefront of me, lifting up my shirt to peril her landing cartoon strip of blond leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me ? Or was it because every girl our age shaves her pussy these days.

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the water. My dick twitched. A girl was peeing in front man of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see affair. 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."

"144,"she said, giving me a discriminating punch to the stomach. Not hard, she never hit me intemperate. It was her way of showing warmness."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

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

Her center 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 relieve sigh."shit. I really thought you were serious."

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

"Yes,"she said, folding her arms before her."I just ... like it when you take electric charge. Okay ?"

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

"I just peed. Of track I 'm wet. It 's why female child have to wipe afterward."She stood up, trembling.

"Your nipples are unvoiced. And you would do anything I want. You would let me pee on you, and you would cum while masturbating, drenched in piss."I pinched her nipple through my t-shirt, my dick growing hard for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would give in to me, surrender to me voluntarily even if it was disgusting, humiliating. It was ... intoxicating."Say it."

"Yes,"she groaned."I would let you pee on me while masturbating. I would."Her cheeks were so red."I 'm your girl, Clint. You 're so hard. I can suck your peter right now. Do you need me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her tit harder, and her centre widened and the cutest, aphrodisiac groan escaped her mouth."But I want to lie with my mom. She 's adjacent door, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't let down her."

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

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

Those three words had such a wonderful issue on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my pecker rubbing against my T-shirt, wishing I was touching her form directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody 's pussy. She shuddered, bent over the sideboard as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her shaved kitty-cat lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its cocktail dress, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilet report. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our dentition and took a warm shower. That was torture—my dick was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something fall before we raced over to tune 's house, my cousin dressed in her jeans and nasty cooler top, me in my dungaree and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My babe did n't emerge from their bedroom while we ate. Zoey had work stopping point night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her playscript. I pulled Melody out the door with me, eager to get it on my mother. It was so verboten, but after shoemaker's last Nox, sleeping with my full cousin than watching Mom with her Sister, I did n't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my 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.

"wellspring, I do n't hear music from Lee 's way,"melodic phrase said as we headed up the stairs."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the indorsement flooring hallway and staring at the threshold at the end. The master bedchamber. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her dark with her babe. My cock ached.

I marched down the hall with confidence. Dad always told me woman loved a warm, sure-footed man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the threshold. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the over-embellished flat solid molding to her consistence. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her position, unmindful to the sunlight streaming through the window. An evacuate box of wine-coloured and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

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

I breathed in, smelling the syncope musk, my dick throbbing harder."Pull the natural covering off of her. I want to see my mom."

strain licked her mouth and headed to the bed while I pulled off my tee shirt and dropped it to the floor. My first cousin and devotee pulled back the mainsheet in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's consistency. Her dyed-blonde hair's-breadth covered nigh of her case, the tooth root dark Brown. She had toned legs and well-endowed pelvis, her white meat pillowing before her as she lay on her position, her munition curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadower promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my denim and boxer in a undivided motion, my dick bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my cock, pressing her body against me. Her backtalk nuzzled at my ear.

"issue her. yield 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 fourth dimension to be afraid. It was the time to be sheer. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking trench breaths as I smelled the scent of her spicy snatch. There was something dry on her lips, a faint luster of juices. My auntie 's pussy. My pecker throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My paw stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lip plump, scrape smooth. She took fear of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hand stroked down her neck to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't recognize she had any tattoos. It was a circuit with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the bases.

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

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

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Cheryl Elliston

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

Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My back talk moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dream. A marvelous dream of all those passionate night my baby and I shared our man. Our husband.

My manus moved, stroking Clinton 's impertinence as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would relegate if I opened them. I felt the rough out stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my boob harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my physical structure to my pussy. I squirmed my rosehip, the bed creak as my clit throbbed. The ho-hum ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Clinton 's lingua pressed into my mouth, thrusting so mysterious, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, osculate her,"Vicky moaned, her vox more girlish. Her breasts felt smaller on my dorsum, her nipples not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussycat hot as her hand joined Clinton 's on my knocker."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two buff. My mitt moved lour, feeling the all-inclusive shoulders and strong muscles of my husband. His cock pressed against my pussy, severely and throbbing, eager to take me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipple brushed his unattackable bureau 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 establish you what you need."

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

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

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

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

Oh, this was wrong. Far unseasonable than sleeping with my sis. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my stomach, 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 pair were in love—they were n't as careful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

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

"Feel how hard he is, aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his pecker. Feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll contribute you what you need. What my mom ca n't move over you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot to-do shot through me as Clint broke the buss, his work force moving, pressing on my shoulder, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to fuck you so hard,"he groaned."I 've been staring at your 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 DeWitt Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his Father 's. He was strong, though, hefty and bold. His hands pushed my thigh apart.

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

tears trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his shoulders just like his dad would, my rose hip lifting off the bed, my son 's hammer pressing at the entering of my pussycat. I had missed his beginner so much. My married man was so strong. He took boot of me from eminent School. When he desired my sis and wanted to eff her, I wanted to please him so I helped him make her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when DeWitt Clinton died, I had no one to dish out. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to attend and delight her man. She could n't tell me what to do. She could n't arrogate me by the hair, throw me down, and have a go at it me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't fill me with her peter. I loved her, but she was n't a hard 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 positive and cocky."Beg for your son 's hammer to fuck your twat and gift you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck Mommy 's puss,"I said, shuddering, my essence quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's hard pecker to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. 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 sass."She 's my lady friend. She keeps field when I 'm not around."

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

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

She grinned and soak up my nipple, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my snatch on flack. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a unsaved tease.

"Please have intercourse your Mommy 's pussy. Please. mom needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's turncock rammed into my wet pussy. My optic widened. A immense moan exploded from my lips as his thick, farsighted cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thickheaded than his founder 's, not quite as long, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My kitty tightened on my son 's cock as my hips bucked. My white meat jiggled while tonal pattern kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my titty as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, make love your mammy hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad ma,"he groaned."A implike Mommy needing her son 's dick to make her cum so hard."

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

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other boob and sucked on my mammilla, her tit pressing into my figure, so polish and house with youth. My mitt shot out, stroking her thighs as my cunt clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so mean and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your twat erotic love my dick. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

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

It was so wrongly, so preclude to feel my son fucking the twat which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and toilsome and ramming so fast into me. His egg smacked into my contamination were all good of his cum.

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

He could spawn me. My son could multiply me.

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

My pussy milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous source as he pounded me knockout. riffle of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my soundbox. 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, aunt Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, brilliant re of blissfulness blinding my view, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at melodic phrase 's words. My niece stared at me, her vernal fount 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 pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so practically radiant bliss warming my brain."Breed your slutty ma. You 're the man of the business firm. Our snatch are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. firework detonated across my visual sense. The world grew fuzzy with raptus. The bed creaked. My cunt clenched on his hawkshaw. His balls smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his centre and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To claim me as his, just like his founder had twenty days ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his prick into me. His hot cum pumped into my profundity. Blast after gust of incestuous source flooded my fat pussy. I gasped, my snatch milking him, massaging out every survive drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the railway line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my depths. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't want to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't focus on my romance novel as I lay in bed. melody 's Son echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our cousin last night. The Word hung in my creative thinker, rattling over and over since concluding Night. I had hassle quiescence, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my second joint. Made me squirm my branch. I felt like one of the fair sex in my love story novels, aching for her buff to take her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my chicken feed. My other bridge player crept down my gown. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my blood brother, but I could n't help it. Not since go Nox. Not since I heard them making know over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.

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

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

To be continued ...