Incestuous serail
Chapter Two : banging Mom Hard
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin 's pussy 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. strain shivered, letting out a gasping, sighing moan as we watched in cushion at our female parent kissing.

Our mothers. sis. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the consortium, both honest-to-goodness women in Bikini catching the last rays of the mise en scene sun. And it was n't a sisterly candy kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with heat, her hired man sliding down my aunt 's neck to the shoulder strap of a red bikini, tracing it low-spirited and lower to aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

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

"I know,"air 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 friends, and for the last yr we had been kissing cousins. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some understanding, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with melody. She was a tomboy who would rather wreak war or violent video games than with chick. But that did n't stand for she was n't pretty. She just did n't flash it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my dead dad berated me for letting the sept declination apart after his death six month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. air and I had been scared to take the final exam plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight armoured combat vehicle 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 ambition out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the syndicate back in wrinkle. To be the man and show my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and air 's younger Sister who was in direction. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Cheryl 's manus is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"melodic line gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our beginning fucking. I had n't even thought about using auspices. We were both virgins, so no peril of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The idea of Melody carrying my baby made my prick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mother kiss. My mom 's bridge player pushed down the red top, exposing aunt Vicky 's breast. digit pinched a tit. It was unvoiced to see details from my third story windowpane, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my turncock into my cousin-german 's pussy, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

tonal pattern groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow regular recurrence of my tool pumping in and out of her snatch while my psyche boiled with interrogative. pleasance rippled down my beam of light. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this ?"gasped Melody."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 night,"melody gasped."I just thought it was your mom 's imbibing trouble. That she was passing out in my mom 's sleeping accommodation but ..."

"shucks,"I groaned, my strokes picking up, my globe smacking into her flesh.

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of aunt Vicky, the duo kissing firmly as they ground on the chaise longue couch president. 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 hammer over and over into my cousin 's soaked slit, savoring the heat around me. My mole smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the olfactory property of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

Aunt Vicky 's hands went into my mom 's bikini buns, fingers digging into my mom 's build, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's hips moved, humping against her sis like I had seen women do in porn.

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."piece of tail me heavy. iron out me against the window and just pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this rampantly moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right mitt abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscles riffle as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her twat clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heating system in my balls, bringing them near and stuffy to churn over and exploding into my cousin-german 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's hands working beneath the blue Bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin. We were n't making love like our showtime 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 unfounded. Oh, geez. Oh, Clit, this is so hot."

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

"Do it,"she hissed."Cum in me while we watch our female parent be dirty lesbian. 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 consistence as I drew closer and closer to an climax, my fingerbreadth dancing on her clit."They 're keeping it in the phratry. Just like us."

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

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."trash dump your cum in your first cousin 's mess. Our mothers love incest and so do I."

I slammed into her spasming pussy. I savored the hot, silky flesh massaging my dick. It boiled around me, made me tremor and moan. The room spun about me. I could n't believe this was happening. My female parent and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's caressing ... Sisters ...

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

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my mole as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, out pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, pleasure thrusting into my encephalon with every burst of cum bursting from my pecker. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breathing place, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the flush of fucking Melody and watching our female parent. Melody trembled in my arms. I took deep breaths, kissing at her cervix, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my thorax and bulwark. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

"Clint,"she sighed."Oh, Clint, that was bang-up. I love this. know you."

"Love you, too,"I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling aunty Vicky to her animal foot. Her breasts 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.

"cocksucker,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her sleeve around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite word of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel eyes."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 mo 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 hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

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

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

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

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"strain asked, her voice breathy."So petite and small and tranquility. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books ? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her ?"

"Melody,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while range of a function of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my mind. She was slim, petite, with her glass and light-brown hairsbreadth in pigtails. She was so quieten, so antisocial, spending all her meter reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

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

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

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

"Fuck,"I panted."You want me to fuck my mom, do n't you ? You want to help me make her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again."You want to percentage our family with me."

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

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my peter aching hard as I squeezed her breasts. I could n't trust I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back sexual climax. And once a few hebdomad ago when Melody was out of township, I had masturbated five clip 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,"strain purred as she pushed me back, her mitt grabbing my wet tool as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

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Melody Samuels

I was so turned on right hand now. I could n't trust this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my pussycat as my dirty imagination went unwarranted, 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 peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other charwoman, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me properly now.

Clint wanted former adult female. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our fellowship. Clint was the man now in both our family line. 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 Bill Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our sign of the zodiac, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my baby misbehaved, it was Uncle Clinton who spanked us.

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

His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in tune, reining in my bratty sister, would facilitate put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a hard man, he just had to realize it. hold those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the whack 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 incorrect. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would show up him.

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

I seized his dick, wet with my twat. I could smell the fresh 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 Hilary Clinton 's death.

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow good morning with her public debate club."I took a long, irksome punch up his rooster, savoring my pussy juice on him. His shaft thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger 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 muscular chest wavelet as he leaned back, savoring my glossa swirling about the spongy, pink crown of his dick.

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too a lot energy to stay in the house. Your sisters 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 aphrodisiac and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as safe as they did when I was ancient.

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

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your aspiration. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The same chiseled chin and strong body, the Saame dark hair and commanding eyes.

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

I gasped as his dick popped into my mouth. 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 schoolhouse, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would protrude, me sucking him, easing into incest.

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

"SOB, strain,"he groaned."That 's nice. I 've wanted you to bollix me for so long."

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

My pussy clenched. My cousin-german 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my compensate deal between my legs, rubbing at my messy physical body. I was so wet and muggy. I savored the test copy of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my slit, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was unlike down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his shaft as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my slit was n't so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my crease and did n't find my hymen. No membrane of skin, full of little holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger cakehole, reaming the slim small-arm of wood over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my finger into my slit without obstruction. They were n't as duncical as Clint 's tool, but it felt so hot working them into my slipshod bod. I shuddered, moaning louder about his turncock while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.

Clint had loved these silky walls on his cock.

"We 're going to bang my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his handwriting twisting through my sandy-blonde hairsbreadth. I was the solely true blond in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton well-chosen. Alicia, Clint 's vernal babe, was the next closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to love her and make her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my dick into my mom 's pussy. diddlyshit, that 's the snatch that birthed me. I 'm going to get it on her so hard. And then you 're going to lap up her cunt clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that character of porn."

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

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would bat all his jizz from his mom 's pussy. I would down 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 oral cavity.

I was athirst for his cum. What would it try like ? Some missy said it was gross and ptyalise it out. But I had seen a few porno, and those young woman all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them glad when a girlfriend swallowed.

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

"Shit,"Clint groaned."Damn, your mouth is so hot. keep on suction, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My inadequate balls hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my purulent clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my glossa. I was so eager for him to break into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the delight 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 digit tightened in my hair. His face twisted, sassing opening. His hip shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a niggling bitter. A heating plant rushed through me as I swallowed the firstly load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The minute squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how disgusting this was. My pussy clenched so grueling on my digit as I swallowed his concluding attack. 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 give from her son 's big shaft fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depths, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

My back arched as my cunt spasmed on my finger. I shoved them in deep, savoring the walking on air while Clint watched me with athirst eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my head on his lap.

He stroked my hair."You are awesome, Melody,"he said."Damned awe-inspiring. I love you."

I smiled."beloved you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. melody wore one of my T-shirt, which fell down past her articulatio coxae to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her nipples dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she search 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 cock 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, lowly knocker jiggling, her diminutive trunk quivering, her digit rubbing her Virgo pussy as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did get word us ? My Ionic dialect bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might give. Part of me wanted to throw spread out the door and catch her jilling her puss, 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 recuperate after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with weewee and max. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade 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 look at me, her heart downcast the total fourth dimension. I thought it might have been the Light, but her cheeks looked pinko. After dinner, tonal pattern and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable television channels.

We settled on a punk horror motion-picture show. It had several obligatory topless setting that had Melody giggling at how thin the apology were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my shaft. That led to us making sleep with a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was intimate.

I did n't think of my dreams—no dad making an visual aspect telling me to bang every charwoman in the family—and I woke up to strain sprawled beside me, her blonde hair's-breadth covering her face. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her nude ass.

"Mmm,"she purred, coming awake."Do you need me to use up upkeep of that ?"

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

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

I smiled at her."mulct, 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 swell ass. Especially in those pantie you wore the former day. But ... I really have to pee."

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

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nose."Eww."

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

She slipped off the replication and pushed in front of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing strip show of blonde leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me ? Or was it because every fille our age shaves her twat these days.

She sat down on the toilet, and her current splashed into the water. My tool twitched. A girl 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 affair. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty smile."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 shrill punch to the abdomen. Not voiceless, 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 stand saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her facial expression as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to imbrue your sexy trunk with pee ?"

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

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

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

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

"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 mammilla through my jersey, my dick growing hard for veridical this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would put 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 buttock were so red."I 'm your miss, Clint. You 're so hard. I can suck your dick right now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her eyes widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her backtalk."But I want to bang my mom. She 's next door, 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 good son."Her hands stroked my chest."And you 're the man of the mansion. Both houses."

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

Those three password had such a wonderful effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me difficult, my putz rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her physical body directly, wishing I was in my first cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody 's puss. She shuddered, knack over the counter as I rubbed the sewer theme 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 commode paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our tooth and took a flying exhibitioner. That was torture—my dick was so laborious. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to strain 's house, my first cousin dressed in her blue jean and soaked cooler top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could reek her on it.

My sisters did n't emerge from their sleeping accommodation while we ate. Zoey had work last night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled Melody out the threshold with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after death night, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her babe, I did n't handle. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree diagram growing in my chiliad 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 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 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 tool ached.

I marched down the mansion with confidence. Dad always told me womanhood loved a firm, confident man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the doorway. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple sheet molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sunshine streaming through the window. An empty box of wine-coloured and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

"tone that,"melodic line said, inhaling."Pussy."

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

melodic line licked her back talk and headed to the bed while I pulled off my jersey and dropped it to the trading floor. My cousin and devotee pulled back the sheets in a I dork, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair's-breadth covered virtually of her case, the roots dark brown. She had toned pegleg and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the glum trace promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My swath came undone. I pushed down my jeans and drawers in a I question, my tool bobbing out hard. melodic line returned to me, grabbing my pecker, pressing her organic structure against me. Her mouth nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the thin twist of fright in my breadbasket. This was n't the clip to be afraid. It was the metre to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking oceanic abyss breaths as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her lips, a swoon shininess of juice. My aunt 's twat. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her expression, brushing back her whisker. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, cutis smooth. She took guardianship of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My script stroked down her cervix to her breast. There was a tattoo over her pap. I did n't have it away she had any tattoos. It was a traffic circle with three varsity letter in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a 2d C and a V forming the bases.

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

My dick throbbed so operose as tune, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's lips kissed mine, stiff and hard, not like my sister 's soft lips. A strong hand squeezed my white meat. I rose out of the fog of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a boring aching pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Clinton ?

Was I still dreaming ? Was my husband kissing me. My sassing moved harder, lips working against his. A cleaning lady was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her gentle manus stroked me. This had to be a dream. A marvellous dreaming of all those passionate nighttime my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My paw moved, stroking Clinton 's cheek as we kissed. I kept my center 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 breast harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my pussycat. I squirmed my pelvis, the bed creak as my clit throbbed. The blunt ache faded from my brain as I savored the candy kiss. Clinton 's natural language pressed into my oral fissure, thrusting so deeply, so strong.

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

Vicky nibbled on my berm, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved frown, feeling the all-encompassing shoulder joint and strong muscle of my husband. His peter pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, aegir to select me again.

And I was so red-hot. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my married man closer to me. My nipples brushed his strong chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

"He 's going to make out you so hard, auntie Cheryl,"my babe 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 eye 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 face from when we were teenagers just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the kiss, gasping,"Clint ?"

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

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

Oh, this was wrong. Far ill-timed than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his severely tool pressed into my stomach, his strong hands on my back. My kitty-cat clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and line were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the family knew the duet were in love—they were n't as careful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

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

"Feel how intemperate he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."snatch his cock. Feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll hold you what you need. What my mom ca n't throw you."

My pussycat clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the buss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulder joint, pushing me over onto my dorsum. He grinned at me.

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

I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so handsome. Just like his male parent. I could almost imagine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, low than his begetter 's. He was unattackable, though, muscular and bluff. His hands pushed my second joint apart.

"Do n't fight this, Mom,"he growled, licking his sassing as melodic line nuzzled at my boob. My eyes widened as I felt his rooster rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy."You need this."

Tears trickled down my cheek as he lifted my thigh, throwing my knees over his berm just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressure at the entry of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My married man was so inviolable. He took bursting charge of me from High schooltime. When he desired my sister and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to delight him so I helped him score her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to dish. Vicky could n't pass on me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She could n't tell me what to do. She could n't seize me by the hair, bemuse me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't fulfil me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a strong man.

But Clint was.

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

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so surefooted and cocky."Beg for your son 's rooster to bonk 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 hand smacked tonal pattern 's ass. A edged slap. melodic phrase moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my nipple. He was taking his half-sister in hired hand, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck momma 's pussy,"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 firmly peter to know her pussy. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. I had to sense 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 rim."She 's my girl. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

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

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

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

"Please fuck your ma 's pussy. Please. momma needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's tool rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A huge groan exploded from my back talk as his thick, long cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was buddy-buddy than his father 's, not quite as yearn, but his girth ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's rooster as my hips bucked. My breasts jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde tomentum spilling about my pap as my son rammed his gumshoe over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, get it on your mammy hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad mamma,"he groaned."A arch mummy needing her son 's cock 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 flesh slapping together, his chunk smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a scantling. He 's a he-man, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other boob and sucked on my pap, her knocker pressing into my soma, so round and firm with younker. My hand shot out, stroking her thighs as my kitty clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so mean and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your pussy loves my dick. You love your son screwing you. Say it, slut."

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

It was so untimely, so prohibit to finger my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and backbreaking and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all wide of his cum.

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

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my orgasm exploded heavily and immobile inside of me.

My pussy milked his cock, eager for my son 's incestuous source as he pounded me hard. wavelet of seventh heaven flowed out of my pussy and washed through my physical structure. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my purulent hard against my son, my button throbbing against his groin.

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

"So slutty, auntie Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his peter and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my thought, another shudder went through me. Another coming volley in my pussy at Melody 's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son 's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in Mommy 's puss,"I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my thinker."stock your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the theater. Our pussies are yours."

"Yes, yes, yes,"melodic phrase moaned."We 're yours, Clint. I love you so much. cover your mother."

"Shit, I love you,"my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his turncock into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning."Oh, you are a slutty mama. Such a woman of the street. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The macrocosm grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My kitty clenched on his dick. His balls smacked against my contamination as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his heart and begged for my son to swamp my cunt.

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

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his hawkshaw into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. Blast after blast of incestuous seed flooded my fat pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every close drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my depths. A grinning 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 concentrate on my romance novel as I lay in bed. tune 's words echoed in my mind : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our full cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me find so funny between my thigh. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the woman in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her hard and jazz her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was amiss to touch myself and reckon about my pal, but I could n't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making have intercourse over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.

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

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

To be continued ...