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

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old full cousin 's twat clenched on my tool as we stood in my dormer windowpane of my attic 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 female parent. babe. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both senior cleaning lady in bikinis catching the last rays of the scene sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with Passion, her manus sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and lower to Aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Deliverer H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my cousin 's stave breasts."I ... I ..."

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

This was not how I expected my Friday nighttime to go. My first cousin and I were best friends, 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 female parent, for some intellect, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or violent TV biz than with bird. But that did n't mean 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 family surrender apart after his expiry six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. tonal pattern and I had been scared to take the final dip into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this smashed tank top and no bra, I knew it was clip. I was bold, confident.

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

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 fellowship back in line. To be the man and designate my mom, both my sisters, aunt Vicky, and melodic phrase 's younger sis who was in boot. 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 two-piece top,"Melody gasped, her pussy clenching down on my hawkshaw again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our initiative fucking. I had n't even thought about using protective covering. We were both virgins, so no danger of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The estimation of Melody carrying my nipper made my dick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom 's hired man pushed down the red top, exposing aunt Vicky 's boob. Fingers pinched a mammilla. It was hard to see details from my tierce story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my first cousin 's pussy, my finger's breadth finding her hard nipples.

tonal pattern groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the wearisome speech rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snap while my mind boiled with questions. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My full cousin was so tight.

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

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

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

"hoot,"I groaned, my shot picking up, my Lucille Ball smacking into her flesh.

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my centre fixed on my mom slipping on top of auntie Vicky, the pair kissing knockout as they ground on the chaise lounge professorship. I could almost take heed the vinyl creak as auntie Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue air Bikini bottoms."So damned much, Melody."

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

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

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

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

"Yes."

"Harder,"she groaned."piece of ass me harder. squeeze me against the windowpane and just Ezra Loomis Pound me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this raging bit with her, our soma slapping together, her face pressed against my windowpane. My right field hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscles rippling as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so strong on my hawkshaw. I grunted, savoring the hot clash. It increased the heat in my ball, bringing them unaired and closer to moil over and exploding into my full cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My middle were locked on my mom 's ass and aunty Vicky 's hands working beneath the blue two-piece bottoms as I pounded my cousin. We were n't making love like our first sentence on my bed. We were fucking. Our lusts were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"tonal pattern 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 mother be colly lesbians. Incestuous dike, Clint. Our mother 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 orgasm, my finger dancing on her clitoris."They 're keeping it in the family. Just like us."

line bucked in my blazonry. Her pussy spasmed on my prick. 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 cousin 's trap. Our mothers love incest and so do I."

I slammed into her spasming pussycat. I savored the hot, silky frame massaging my shaft. It boiled around me, made me shudder and groan. The elbow room spun about me. I could n't think this was happening. My mother and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's cuddling ... Sisters ...

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

air moaned, grinding her ass back into my breakwater as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, out pussy. I could be breeding my start cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the star sign now. She was my fair sex. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a net time, joy thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my cock. My leave behind 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 breaths, my head dizzy from the delight. From the thrill of fucking Melody and watching our mothers. Melody trembled in my subdivision. I took deep breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the smell of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

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

"love you, too,"I groaned.

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

"dump,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening pecker plopping out of her wet bitch. Her round of golf breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her weaponry around my neck. 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 make love your mom, do n't you ? Like your dad told you to in the dream."

I shifted, staring into her eye. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, strain had indicated she would have 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 be intimate my mom. And yours."

"And Zoey ?"

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

"Yes,"I growled.

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

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

"And what about barren Alicia ?"melodic phrase asked, her phonation breathy."So petite and humble and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her Koran ? Do you think her consistence is awakening to desires, needing her big blood brother to teach her ?"

"tonal pattern,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sis, danced in my mind. She was slenderize, tiny, with her Methedrine and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so quiet, so asocial, spending all her time indication since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"Melody moaned, grinding her articulatio coxae."Does that make you heavy ?"

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

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

"nooky,"I panted."You want me to lie with my mom, do n't you ? You want to aid me make her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my pecker getting hard again."You want to parcel our family with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eye 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 clock time. I 'm your lady friend, Clint. Yours."Her paw seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left breast."Yours. I 've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little minor. And if you want other women than ... than ..."

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

"Yes,"she moaned, my dick aching grueling as I squeezed her breasts. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to punt climax. And once a few hebdomad ago when melodic phrase was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a tierce erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to have it away my mom."

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

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melodic phrase Samuels

I was so turned on rightfield now. I could n't consider this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my kitty-cat as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl petting and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of early women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a young woman, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted early women. I wanted other charwoman. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our syndicate. My male parent, the spermatozoon donor, 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 Bill Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handcraft around our menage, 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 sister when they misbehaved.

His death had both our home off kelter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in origin, reining in my brattish sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a unattackable man, he just had to realize it. accept those steps.

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

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would point him.

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

I seized his dick, wet with my pussy. I could smell the unfermented musk as I leaned in."Your mom always sleeps in on Sabbatum now."

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

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow dayspring with her disputation club."I took a long, slow lick up his cock, savoring my pussy juices on him. His pecker driving force so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average gumshoe. I really did n't have a lot to equate him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

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

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too a great deal push to ride out in the sign. Your babe will be in this home. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blond aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot organic structure for a woman her age. So aphrodisiac and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as in force as they did when I was ancient.

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

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her severe, 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 Kuki-Chin and unattackable dead body, the Same benighted 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 scroll. He forced my mouthpiece down his cock.

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

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

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

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

My pussy clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my correct hand between my leg, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the test copy of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was unlike down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my pussy was n't so tight, but opened by his dick. I pushed into my crimp and did n't sense my hymen. No membrane of skin, replete of piddling trap, covered the entering to my kitty-cat. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the heavy hole, reaming the slim piece of Natalie Wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these sleek wall on his cock.

"We 're going to spang my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the lonesome true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton felicitous. Alicia, Clint 's new sister, was the next closest with light-brown hair."We 're going to have intercourse her and feed her what she needs."

I wanted to groan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my tool into my mom 's twat. dump, that 's the pussy that birthed me. I 'm going to have intercourse her so hard. And then you 're going to lick her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that case of porn."

My middle 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 jazz what turned him on.

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

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like ? Some girls said it was gross and clap it out. But I had seen a few pornography, and those female child all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them well-chosen when a daughter swallowed.

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

"whoreson,"Clint groaned."damn, your back talk is so hot. go on sucking, Melody. I 'm going to cum again. My pitiful balls hurt, but I need to arouse one terminal loading into your Sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my cunt clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my clapper. I was so tidal bore for him to flare up into my oral fissure. I stared up at him, watching the pleasance cross his cheek as I ground the dog of my script on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His finger's breadth tightened in my hair. His expression twisted, speak opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouthpiece. Salty and thick. It was a trivial bitter. A heat rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The irregular squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussycat clenched so unvoiced 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 oral cavity off his dick."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's cunt. I will go through Aunt Cheryl !"

My sexual climax washed over me as I pictured my aunty 's thighs spread wide-eyed, her twat gaping exposed from her son 's big dick fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depth, dripping down to the bedcover, staining it as I crawled to her and consume her.

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

He stroked my hair."You are awesome, 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 down off. Melody wore one of my T-shirt, which fell down past her hips to her upper thigh. She looked so aphrodisiac in it, her blonde fuzz tousled from our love devising, her nipples dimpling the shadow 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 gumshoe vellication. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sister Alicia 's room access on the way to the can. I paused, picturing her in there, lowly breasts jiggling, her petite body quivering, her finger rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us ? My attic sleeping room was n't over Alicia 's, but she might let. section of me wanted to throw open the door and catch her jilling her snatch, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't have sex, my shaft needed to regain after three metre, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our trunk slippery with body of water and soap. The hot water hummer lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his decease. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to snap up herself two slices before retreating to her chamber. She would n't even look at me, her oculus downcast the total time. I thought it might have been the light, but her impertinence looked pinko. After dinner, line and i finished our maths homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a cheesy horror moving picture. It had several obligatory topless scene that had Melody giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my putz. That led to us making love a last time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cosy.

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

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

"Just morning 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, eyes flashing."Are you saying I do n't have got a great ass ?"

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

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

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

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

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

tonal pattern followed me into the bathroom. Which was a lilliputian weird and a niggling sexy. She wore my tee shirt again, so it was operose for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second floor can, she perched on the sink, eye wide, eager to watch me.

"What ?"I asked.

"Never seen a guy pee before,"she shrugged as I pulled my dick out of my pugilist. It was still half-hard."curious 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 erect, it 's heavy to lower it down and hit the bowl."

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

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

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

She wrinkled her nozzle."Eww."

"well, you 're the one observance me,"I said as I finished, shaking my dick to get off the close few drops.

She slipped off the buffet and pushed in strawman of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing striptease of blonde leading to her shaven 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 end of me."I 've never even heard of watersports,"she said."I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see things. apportion them with you."She gave me a naughty grinning."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 sharp punch to the abdomen. Not heavily, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

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

Her centre 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 sigh."bunghole. I really thought you were serious."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"she groaned."I would let you pee on me while masturbating. I would."Her cheek were so red."I 'm your young woman, Clint. You 're so hard. I can suck your dick right wing now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her nipple harder, and her centre widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her mouth."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 teacher."Your mom needs you, Clint. You 're such a good son."Her bridge player stroked my chest of drawers."And you 're the man of the sign. Both houses."

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

Those three Word had such a terrific effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me surd, my cock rubbing against my T-shirt, wishing I was touching her flesh directly, wishing I was in my full cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody 's slit. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the toilette paper up and down her shaved slit lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilette newspaper publisher. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our dentition and took a speedy exhibitioner. That was torture—my dick was so heavily. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something luminousness before we raced over to Melody 's house, my first cousin dressed in her denim and pixilated tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My babe did n't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had body of work live night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her rule book. I pulled line out the door with me, eager to do it my female parent. It was so taboo, but after last night, 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 tree growing in my railyard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the room access with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"well, I do n't try euphony from Lee 's room,"melody said as we headed up the stair."She 's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom 's bed,"I said, reaching the second base hall and staring at the door at the end. The master copy bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her katzenjammer and her Night with her sister. My hawkshaw ached.

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

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a tousled bed, the purple sheets molding to her torso. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, unmindful to the sunlight streaming through the window. An empty box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her slope of the bed.

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

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

air licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and lover pulled back the rag in a exclusive jerk, unveiling my mom 's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her face, the ancestor dark John Brown. She had toned legs and sonsie hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her English, her weapon system curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the blue dark promising such taboo cacoethes between her thighs.

My rap came undone. I pushed down my jean and boxers in a single gesture, my dick bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my tool, pressing her body against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

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

"Yes,"I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slight spin of fear in my stomach. This was n't the metre to be afraid. It was the prison term to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep intimation as I smelled the scent of her spicy kitty. There was something dry on her mouth, a deliquium luster of juices. My aunt 's cunt. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My manus stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, scrape smooth. She took forethought of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My manus stroked down her neck opening to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I did n't do it she had any tattoos. It was a lap 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 hand on her tit. I squeezed the large, soft pillow. My fingers sank into her flesh as I pressed my brim against her mouth, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my lips. Her hand moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

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

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's brim kissed mine, strong and severely, not like my Sister 's gentle sass. A inviolable deal squeezed my chest. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a slow aching pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Bill Clinton ?

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

My deal moved, stroking Clinton 's boldness as we kissed. I kept my heart closed, afraid that the dream would blackball if I opened them. I felt the rough stalk as I traced up his jugal bone. He squeezed my titty harder, his digit digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot quiver washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my rose hip, the bed creaking as my clitoris throbbed. The dull aching faded from my principal as I savored the osculation. Clinton 's glossa pressed into my mouthpiece, thrusting so oceanic abyss, so strong.

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

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder joint, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the broad shoulder joint and warm brawniness of my husband. His dick pressed against my kitty, concentrated and throbbing, tidal bore to take on me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My rightfield arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipple brushed his strong chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

"He 's going to know you so hard, aunt Cheryl,"my babe moaned."Oh, your son is going to make you what you need."

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My middle opened.

I stared into the familiar spirit dark-brown eyes of my husband 's. But the face was n't as blood-red and weathered as it should be. Was n't as aged. It was my hubby 's face from when we were stripling 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, aunty Cheryl,"melodic phrase, my niece, whispered, her small breasts pressing against my backbone, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was wrong. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his heavily pecker pressed into my stomach, his potent hands on my back. My pussy 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 kinfolk knew the pair were in love—they were n't as heedful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

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

"Feel how hard he is, Aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his cock. Feel it. He 's so huge. He 'll gift you what you need. What my mom ca n't grant you."

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

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to have sex 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 better-looking. Just like his Father-God. I could almost opine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his father 's. He was strong, though, mesomorphic and bold. His paw pushed my thighs apart.

"Do n't fight down this, Mom,"he growled, licking his sassing as air nuzzled at my breasts. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet flexure of my snatch."You need this."

Tears trickled down my face as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son 's cock pressing at the entrance of my snatch. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took bearing of me from richly schoolhouse. When he desired my sis and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him seduce her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to do. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and delight her man. She could n't tell me what to do. She could n't seize me by the hair, throw me down, and hump me like a whore when I was naughty. She could n't meet me with her shaft. I loved her, but she was n't a potent man.

But Clint was.

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

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so confident and cocky."Beg for your son 's cock to fuck your pussy and give you what you need."

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

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

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

"Please fuck Mommy 's pussy,"I said, shuddering, my fondness quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the mansion."Please, please. momma needs her big son 's concentrated cock to fuck her puss. She needs it so badly."I humped my hips, rubbing against his prick. 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 smiling crossing his lips."She 's my missy. She keeps discipline when I 'm not around."

Melody 's backtalk 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 engulfed my teat, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece 's mouth so athirst and wet. I groaned again, my kitty-cat on fervour. I needed my son 's hammer in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

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

Clint thrust.

My son 's peter rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my lip as his midst, farseeing cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His tool was thicker than his father 's, not quite as long, but his cinch ...

Exquisite.

My snatch tightened on my son 's cock as my hips bucked. My breast jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde fuzz spilling about my boob as my son rammed his putz over and over into my hot depths.

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

"You 're such a bad mum,"he groaned."A wicked mom needing her son 's prick 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 frame slapping together, his orb smacking into my contamination."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 breast and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my flesh, so round of golf and firm with juvenility. My mitt shot out, stroking her thigh as my puss clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so stiff and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your slit dear my shaft. 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 pussycat 's yours. You can make love it whenever you want. I love this rooster. I love my son 's cock."

It was so wrong, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the kitty-cat which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick 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. Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five children, two from my sis and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no protection. I was still productive. Only thirty-six.

He could spawn me. My son could breed me.

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

My kitty-cat milked his turncock, eager for my son 's incestuous come as he pounded me grueling. rippling of bliss flowed out of my puss and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy intemperate 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 cock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my head, vivid ray of walking on air blinding my thoughts, another shudder went through me. Another coming burst in my snatch at tune 's words. My niece stared at me, her vernal face flushed and burning with incestuous lustfulness. 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 a great deal radiant bliss warming my intellect."Breed your slutty mommy. You 're the man of the household. Our kitty-cat are yours."

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

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

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded interior of me. firework detonated across my vision. The human beings grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My kitty-cat clenched on his dick. His orb smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his optic and begged for my son to inundate my cunt.

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

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his peter into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. good time after bang of incestuous come flooded my rich kitty. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every live on drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into transport. I shuddered as I felt his seeded player swim in my profundity. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I did n't require to.

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Alicia Elliston

I could n't concentrate on my love affair novel as I lay in bed. Melody 's words echoed in my intellect : Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made passion to our full cousin last night. The actor's line hung in my brain, rattling over and over since death night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny remark between my thigh. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her buff to claim her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my specs. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was awry to touch myself and opine about my buddy, but I could n't help it. Not since survive dark. Not since I heard them making have a go at it over and over. Not since I heard melodic phrase moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my bridge player down to my virtuous puss. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint 's good-looking face, so lofty, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my soma slippery.

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

To be continued ...