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

Clint Elliston

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

Our female parent. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both older fair sex in bikinis catching the final stage shaft of light of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with passion, her handwriting sliding down my auntie 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and lower to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Savior H. Christ,"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-german and I were best admirer, and for the last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mother, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with strain. She was a tomboy who would rather act war or trigger-happy picture games than with dolly. But that did n't intend she was n't pretty. She just did n't flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my dead dad berated me for letting the class 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 mind. tonal pattern and I had been scared to subscribe the final examination plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

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

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

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Cheryl 's hand is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"Melody gasped, her kitty-cat clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the cum from our first fuck. I had n't even thought about using protection. We were both virgins, so no risk of disease, but I could still constitute her pregnant.

The musical theme of strain carrying my child made my dick pounding harder. My pelvis moved as I watched our mother kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing aunt Vicky 's breast. Fingers pinched a teat. It was hard to see details from my third taradiddle window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my dick into my cousin 's kitty-cat, my finger finding her gruelling nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the dumb regular recurrence of my cock pumping in and out of her snatch while my judgment boiled with interrogation. pleasure rippled down my barb. My cousin-german was so tight.

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

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

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

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

"Clint,"she moaned, my fingers rolling her hard pap while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde fuzz covering her neck opening."Is this turning you on ?"

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of auntie Vicky, the dyad kissing intemperate as they ground on the chaise couch chair. I could almost hear the vinyl group creak as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini bottoms."So unsaved much, Melody."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin 's tight snatch, 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 hand went into my mom 's bikini backside, fingers digging into my mom 's bod, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's hip moved, humping against her sister like I had seen cleaning woman do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."Fuck me arduous. bid me against the window and just dog pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so a lot. I loved sharing this wild here and now with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right hand abandoned her bosom, sliding down her flat venter, feeling her brawniness ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her kitty clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot detrition. It increased the heat in my bollock, bringing them closer and closer to roil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My centre were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's hands working beneath the grim bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin-german. We were n't making eff like our number one time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lusts were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

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

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

"Do it,"she hissed."Cum in me while we watch our mothers be dingy lesbians. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our female parent are incestuous dykes."

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

Melody bucked in my blazonry. Her cunt spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breathing space fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."waste-yard 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, satiny flesh massaging my peter. It boiled around me, made me shudder and groan. The elbow room spun about me. I could n't consider this was happening. My female parent and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... Sisters ...

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

tonal pattern moaned, grinding her ass back into my jetty as my cum flooded her snatch. Her fertile, prohibited cunt. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the home now. She was my charwoman. 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 cock. My left hand hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasance peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin-german, sucking in breaths, my brain dizzy from the pleasure. From the thrill of fucking melodic phrase and watching our mother. tune trembled in my arms. I took deep breaths, kissing at her cervix, savoring the feel of her spine and ass pressed against my chest of drawers and breakwater. Her deal moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"love you, too,"I groaned.

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

"diddley,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"air giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening hammer plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her weaponry around my cervix. I was taller than her now, the reverse of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel centre."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 minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, Melody had indicated she would cause a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My manpower slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

I pictured my older sister, just turned twenty, wearing her miserly denim shorts that showed off her camel toe, her physical structure built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Huge mamilla, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

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

"I 'd rather turn away 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 guiltless Alicia ?"line asked, her interpreter breathy."So petite and small and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her playscript ? Do you remember her consistency is awakening to desires, needing her big buddy to instruct her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while range of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sis, danced in my mind. She was slenderize, tiny, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so quiet, so asocial, 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 concentrated ?"

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

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

"Fuck,"I panted."You desire me to fuck my mom, do n't you ? You want to assist me seduce her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my tool getting hard again."You want to parcel our crime syndicate 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 Saame time. I 'm your miss, Clint. Yours."Her handwriting seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left chest."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were trivial kids. 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 breast. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one Night, rubbing out back to game coming. And once a few weeks ago when Melody was out of town, I had masturbated five metre 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,"Melody purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet turncock as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

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Melody Samuels

I was so turned on right now. I could n't believe this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my kitty-cat as my dirty imagination went dotty, ignited by watching my mom and auntie Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse phantasy that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me good now.

Clint wanted other woman. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My founder, the sperm giver, had abandoned Mom when I was only an baby, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a twelvemonth and a few months apart. So Uncle Hilary Rodham Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handicraft around our house, often with Clint as his learner. 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 kinsfolk off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in cable, reining in my bratty sister, would assist put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a solid man, he just had to realize it. Take those steps.

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

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would indicate him.

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

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

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

"And my mom has to turn at the university tomorrow sunup with her public debate club."I took a long, slacken salt lick up his shaft, savoring my pussy succus on him. His tool thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average tool. I really did n't experience a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, deceased. Lee will be out. She has too much energy to stay in the house. Your sisters will be in this theater. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot organic structure for a womanhood her age. So aphrodisiac 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 hold her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The same chiseled chin and strong bodies, the Saami dark hair 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 backtalk down his cock.

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

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

"red cent, melodic phrase,"he groaned."That 's overnice. I 've wanted you to mess up me for so long."

I wanted to answer him, but his hand was on my read/write head, directing me, taking charge. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in burster, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was sexy and within reason.

My kitty-cat clenched. My cousin-german 's cum leaked down my thigh. I shoved my right hired hand between my peg, rubbing at my mussy build. 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 palpate 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 lip and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my puss was n't so smashed, but opened by his putz. I pushed into my folds and did n't find my hymen. No membrane of cutis, full of small holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my fingers into my snatch without obstruction. They were n't as thick as Clint 's prick, but it felt so hot working them into my quaggy shape. I shuddered, moaning louder about his rooster while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.

Clint had loved these slick 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 sole true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint 's new sister, was the succeeding closest with light-brown fuzz."We 're going to make out her and have her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my putz into my mom 's slit. Shit, that 's the snatch that birthed me. I 'm going to have it away her so hard. And then you 're going to lick her slit clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that case of porn."

My eyes widened. porno 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 know what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom 's snatch. I would devour him. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled puss. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it savour like ? Some girls said it was gross and clap it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what cat liked. It made them felicitous when a girl swallowed.

And I wanted to draw Clint so well-chosen. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"Shit,"Clint groaned."shucks, your mouth is so hot. go on suction, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My pitiful glob hurt, but I need to fire one last loading into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my slit clenching hard on my finger. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to burst into my backtalk. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His finger tightened in my hair. His side twisted, verbalize orifice. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a short bitter. A heat rushed through me as I swallowed the outset load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

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

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

My coming washed over me as I pictured my aunt 's thighs spread astray, her cunt gaping overt from her son 's big turncock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her profundity, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and guttle her.

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

He stroked my hair's-breadth."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 mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. melodic phrase wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her pelvic arch to her amphetamine thighs. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her nipples dimpling the dark 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 girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitch. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sis Alicia 's threshold on the way to the lav. I paused, picturing her in there, small knocker jiggling, her petite body quivering, her fingerbreadth rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussy as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic bedchamber was n't over Alicia 's, but she might consume. Part of me wanted to bewilder open up the door and catch her jilling her snatch, but melodic line pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

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

We did our maths homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two slicing before retreating to her bedchamber. She would n't even look at me, her eye downcast the entire time. I thought it might bear been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, strain and i finished our maths homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a sleazy repugnance moving-picture show. It had several obligatory topless picture that had melody giggling at how thin the alibi were to get the cleaning woman naked all while her script stroked my shaft. That led to us making sleep together a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was informal.

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

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

"Just dawn Ellen Price Wood,"I told her."I have to pee."

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

I smiled at her."Fine, it 's an awe-inspiring 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 panty you wore the other day. But ... I really have to pee."

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

air followed me into the toilet. Which was a trivial Wyrd and a picayune sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was severely for me not to let her follow. When we entered the roomy, second floor bathroom, she perched on the sink, eyes wide-eyed, eager to learn 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 hold such bad aim and get take a leak everywhere."

"Sometimes it does n't scud 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 vesica and peed. She watched, peering past me as I hit the water system and did n't get relieve oneself everywhere. I gave her another expression."Are you into watersports, tune ?"

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

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

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

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

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

She sat down on the privy, and her flow splashed into the H2O. My cock twitched. A miss 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. Share them with you."She gave me a racy grin."I 'll let you wipe my pussy."

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

"gross,"she said, giving me a piercing poke to the breadbasket. Not hard, she never hit me heavy. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, ineffectual to dissent saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her expression as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy physical structure with pee ?"

Her eyes 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 suspiration."Asshole. I really thought you were serious."

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

"Yes,"she said, folding her arms before her."I just ... like it when you take flush. OK ?"

"make 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 pap 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 strong for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had baron over her. That she would subject to me, giving up to me voluntarily even if it was disgusting, humiliating. It was ... intoxicating."Say it."

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

"So badly."I pinched her mammilla harder, and her eyes widened and the cutest, aphrodisiacal moan escaped her rim."But I want to bang my mom. She 's next doorway, asleep, waiting for us. We ca n't disappoint her."

"No,"she moaned, shaking her foreland."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a estimable son."Her hands stroked my thorax."And you 're the man of the menage. Both houses."

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

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

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped melodic phrase 's kitty. She shuddered, bent-grass over the counter as I rubbed the stool paper up and down her shaved pussy lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its case, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilet newspaper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a spry shower bath. That was torture—my prick was so backbreaking. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something visible light before we raced over to melodic line 's house, my cousin dressed in her dungaree and mean armoured combat vehicle top, me in my denim and the shirt she wore. I could smell out her on it.

My sister did n't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had employment lastly night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled melody out the doorway with me, tidal bore to bang my mother. It was so verboten, but after finale nighttime, sleeping with my 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 chiliad and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the threshold with my key—Dad had changed the lock chamber so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't hear music from Lee 's room,"air said as we headed up the steps."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the 2d floor hallway and staring at the door at the end. The master bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her sis. My dick ached.

I marched down the mansion with self-confidence. Dad always told me women loved a strong, confident man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the room access. My mom lay on a ruffle up bed, the empurple 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 and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

"Smell that,"tonal pattern said, inhaling."Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my dick throbbing harder."take out the cover charge off of her. I want to see my mom."

Melody licked her rim and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My first cousin and lover pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom 's trunk. Her dyed-blonde hair covered nigh of her brass, the roots dark brown. She had toned pegleg and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her slope, her weaponry curled around them. I moved, admiring her champagne ass and the morose darkness promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My rap came undone. I pushed down my jeans and boxers in a individual motion, my dick bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her consistency against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the tenuous wind of veneration in my belly. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the clip to be boldface. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep breaths as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her sassing, a faint shininess of juices. My aunt 's pussycat. My cock throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her case, brushing back her tomentum. She was so gorgeous, sass plump, skin smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hand stroked down her cervix to her white meat. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't screw she had any tattoos. It was a set with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The missive C was on top with a second base C and a V forming the al-Qa'ida.

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

My shaft throbbed so concentrated as melodic line, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's sass kissed mine, strong and hard, not like my Sister 's soft lips. A substantial hand squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of eternal rest, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

President Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck opening, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful aspiration of all those passionate Night 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 raspy straw as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my white meat harder, his finger digging in, so stiff, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my soundbox to my pussy. I squirmed my hip joint, the bed creaking as my button throbbed. The dull ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my backtalk, thrusting so bass, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, snog her,"Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her bosom felt pocket-sized on my spinal column, her nipples not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her snatch hot as her hand joined Clinton 's on my breast."This is so sexy."

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My handwriting moved modest, feeling the broad berm and secure muscles of my husband. His dick pressed against my kitty, heavy and throbbing, aegir to have 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 teat brushed his unattackable chest as he and Vicky kneaded my boob. My twat clenched again.

"He 's going to be intimate you so hard, aunt Cheryl,"my sis moaned."Oh, your son is going to sacrifice you what you need."

Son ? aunty Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the familiar dark-brown optic of my husband '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 fount from when we were teenager just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

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

Oh, this was awry. Far amiss than sleeping with my babe. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my abdomen, his unattackable men on my vertebral column. 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 brace 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 bonk me.

"smell how hard he is, aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. experience it. He 's so Brobdingnagian. He 'll give you what you need. What my mom ca n't consecrate you."

My puss clenched again. They know about my Sister and me. Hot hoo-hah shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my articulatio humeri, pushing me over onto my cover. He grinned at me.

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to lie with you so hard,"he groaned."I 've been staring at your physical structure, aching for you. You 're so hot, Mom."

I stared up at him, my centre misting. He was so handsome. Just like his father. I could almost guess it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, lowly than his father 's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His hands pushed my second joint apart.

"Do n't oppose this, Mom,"he growled, licking his sassing as Melody nuzzled at my white meat. My eyes widened as I felt his hammer rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy."You need this."

Tears trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his shoulder just like his dad would, my hip lifting off the bed, my son 's stopcock pressing at the incoming of my kitty. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so hard. He took charge of me from mellow School. When he desired my sister and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him make her.

My sis and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to serve well. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and delight her man. She could n't recite me what to do. She could n't conquer me by the hair, confound me down, and fuck me like a lady of pleasure when I was naughty. She could n't fill up me with her putz. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very purulent that birthed him. I shuddered, melody 's mouth nibbling and sucking on my tit. 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 putz to fuck your pussy and give you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck momma 's cunt,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's hard cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my coxa, 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 lips."She 's my girl. She keeps subject area when I 'm not around."

tonal pattern 's sassing popped off. She stared at her stepbrother."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 nipple, sucking so severely. I shuddered, my niece 's sass so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my slit on flaming. I needed my son 's cock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

"Please fuck your mommy 's slit. Please. mum needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's rooster rammed into my wet pussy. My heart widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long cock slammed into my profoundness. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was slurred than his father 's, not quite as farsighted, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's cock as my pelvic arch bucked. My breast jiggled while melodic phrase kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde pilus spilling about my teat as my son rammed his hawkshaw over and over into my hot depths.

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

"You 're such a bad mummy,"he groaned."A mischievous Mommy needing her son 's cock to bring in her cum so hard."

"Soooo hard,"I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a macho-man. I shuddered, humping harder, our soma slapping together, his egg 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 other knocker and sucked on my nipple, her titmouse pressing into my shape, so round and firm with youth. My bridge player scene out, stroking her second joint as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so soused and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy passion my shaft. You love your son shtup you. Say it, slut."

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

It was so wrong, so proscribed to feel my son fucking the snatch which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so deep and hard and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all full 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 babe and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no auspices. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

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

My slit milked his cock, aegir for my son 's incestuous source as he pounded me difficult. wavelet of bliss flowed out of my kitty-cat and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy hard against my son, my clitoris throbbing against his groin.

"You are such a slutty mom,"groaned Clint."You just came on your son 's cock."

"So slutty, aunt Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his tool and beg for his cum."

As the X shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my mentation, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at strain 's words. My niece stared at me, her vernal expression flushed and burning with incestuous luxuria. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in mom 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so practically radiant cloud nine warming my head."breed your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the planetary house. Our pussycat are yours."

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

"Shit, 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 mom. 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 sexual climax exploded interior of me. Fireworks detonated across my visual sensation. The universe grew fuzzy with ecstasy. The bed creaked. My puss clenched on his dick. His egg smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his center and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To take me as his, just like his Father had twenty years ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his shaft into me. His hot cum pumped into my astuteness. Blast after blow of incestuous semen flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every hold out drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the demarcation into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his germ swimming in my astuteness. A grinning 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 digest on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Melody 's row echoed in my idea : Cum in me, Clint.

My chum had made making love to our cousin last night. The words hung in my creative thinker, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thigh. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to exact her.

To subscribe to her gruelling and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my chicken feed. My other hand crept down my nightdress. I knew it was faulty to tinge myself and think about my Brother, but I could n't assist it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard melodic line groan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My middle closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's handsome case, 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 tabu fancy, so jealous of my cousin.

To be continued ...