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

Clint Elliston

My nineteen-year-old cousin-german 's pussy clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window of my Ionic dialect sleeping room 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 groan as we watched in shock at our mothers kissing.

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in aunty Vicky 's backyard, sitting beside the puddle, both sometime women in bikinis catching the last rays of the setting sun. And it was n't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed auntie Vicky with warmth, her deal sliding down my aunt 's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it let down and lour to aunt Vicky 's cleavage.

"Jesus H. Christ,"I groaned, holding my cousin 's rung breasts."I ... I ..."

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

This was not how I expected my Friday Nox to go. My cousin-german and I were best friends, and for the shoemaker's last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both 19, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mother, for some reason, bought theater side-by-side. I grew up with strain. She was a hoyden who would rather diddle war or violent video secret plan than with dolls. But that did n't mean she was n't pretty. She just did n't flash it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a unknown dream where my dead dad berated me for letting the kinsfolk fall apart after his last six month ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it was n't really Dad, but my subconscious. Melody and I had been scared to bring the final 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 fellowship back in credit line. To be the man and demonstrate my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and air 's younger sister who was in commission. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"aunty Cheryl 's mitt is slipping into my mom 's bikini top,"strain gasped, her kitty clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our firstly nookie. I had n't even thought about using protection. We were both virgins, so no danger of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The idea of tune carrying my child made my gumshoe throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mother kiss. My mom 's hand pushed down the red top, exposing aunty Vicky 's breast. digit pinched a mammilla. It was hard to see details from my third story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin 's pussycat, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow up round of my dick pumping in and out of her catch while my judgment boiled with interrogative sentence. pleasure rippled down my shaft 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 sis after my dad died."

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

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

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

"Yes,"I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing gruelling as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost discover the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom 's ass through her blue bikini bottoms."So damned much, Melody."

I plunged my putz over and over into my cousin 's tight cunt, savoring the estrus around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every throw. I loved the audio, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

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

auntie Vicky 's hands went into my mom 's bikini merchantman, digit digging into my mom 's soma, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom 's rose hip moved, humping against her sis 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."ass me severely. exhort me against the window and just lbf. me. I 'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this wild consequence with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My the right way deal abandoned her white meat, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her heftiness ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thigh. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her snatch clenched so unvoiced on my prick. I grunted, savoring the hot clash. It increased the heat in my balls, bringing them closelipped and airless to moil over and exploding into my cousin 's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom 's ass and Aunt Vicky 's hands working beneath the blue angel bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin-german. We were n't making love like our first gear time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lust were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,"strain 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 dirty lesbian. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes,"I growled, nut smacking hard into her the pleasance rippling through my body as I drew closer and closer to an orgasm, my fingerbreadth dancing on her button."They 're keeping it in the folk. Just like us."

tonal pattern bucked in my arms. Her kitty spasmed on my shaft. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breathing place fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Clint,"she moaned."trash dump your cum in your cousin 's muddle. Our female parent love incest and so do I."

I slammed into her spasming pussy. I savored the hot, silken flesh massaging my gumshoe. It boiled around me, made me shudder and groan. The room spun about me. I could n't consider this was happening. My mother and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF 's kissing ... Sisters ...

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

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groyne as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, verboten pussy. I could be breeding my number one full cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the star sign now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final exam time, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my cock. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clench teeth, my joy peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin-german, sucking in breathing place, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the flush of fucking Melody and watching our mothers. melodic phrase trembled in my arms. I took deep breather, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my bureau and groin. Her work force 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 aunty Vicky to her pes. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio room access and out of sight. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky 's bedchamber to bring in love.

"Shit,"I groaned.

"You wish you could watch out it all,"Melody giggled. She turned in my limb, my softening shaft plopping out of her wet twat. Her round boob pressed into my thorax as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel tree 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 heart. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to make love, air had indicated she would have a leash with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

"Yes,"I said."I want to fuck 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 trunk built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Huge titty, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes,"I growled.

"And bratty Lee ?"tonal pattern shivered as she mentioned her immature babe, Lee.

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

"And what about innocent Alicia ?"air asked, her part breathy."So petite and small and still. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her Word ? Do you imagine her body is awakening to desires, needing her big sidekick to teach her ?"

"strain,"I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Alicia, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my brain. She was thin, diminutive, with her meth and light-brown fuzz in pigtails. She was so quiet, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad 's death, withdrawn.

"Maybe she 's masturbating right now after hearing us,"tonal pattern moaned, grinding her rosehip."Does that make you arduous ?"

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

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

"nookie,"I panted."You want me to eff my mom, do n't you ? You want to help me score her."I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again."You want to share our fellowship with me."

"Yes,"she moaned, her eyes broad."I 've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the Saami time. I 'm your girl, Clint. Yours."Her hand 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 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 hard as I squeezed her chest. I could n't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to indorse coming. And once a few weeks ago when Melody was out of Town, I had masturbated five sentence in a day. But a thirdly erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We 're going to fuck my mom."

"And I know just how,"line 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 trust this. Clint 's cum leaked out of my kitty as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and auntie Cheryl necking and writhing. It was so hot. All those reprobate fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other women, wondering what it would be like to osculate a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted other charwoman. I wanted other women. Why not share them ? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My male parent, the sperm presenter, had abandoned Mom when I was only an baby, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a yr and a few months apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our sign, often with Clint as his apprentice. 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 fellowship off kelter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty baby, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a unassailable man, he just had to realize it. occupy those steps.

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

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would record him.

"What 's your programme ?"Clint asked as I knelt before him in the space between his bed and the window, the sloping Ionic dialect roof over our drumhead.

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

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

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club."I took a long, slow lick up his pecker, savoring my twat juice on him. His putz stab so long before him. I think he was liberal than an fair dick. I really did n't accept a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And ?"Clint groaned, his brawny chest ripple as he leaned back, savoring my glossa swirling about the spongy, pink treetop of his dick.

"And she 'll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much vigor to stay in the menage. Your sisters will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too."I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot consistency for a woman her age. So aphrodisiac and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as skillful as they did when I was ancient.

"piece of tail, Melody,"groaned Clint."And we just pounce on her ?"

"Yes. Just pack her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your ambition. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad."He did. The same chiseled Kuki and strong trunk, the like dark-skinned hair's-breadth 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 Robert F. Curl. He forced my mouth down his cock.

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 schooltime, 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 loads of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

"SOB, tune,"he groaned."That 's Nice. I 've wanted you to blow me for so long."

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

My pussy clenched. My cousin 's cum leaked down my second joint. I shoved my decent mitt between my legs, rubbing at my mussy bod. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the trial impression of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my puss, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was dissimilar 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 egotistical, and my scratch was n't so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my sheepfold and did n't sense my hymen. No membrane of pelt, full of piffling holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim piece of Sir Henry Joseph Wood over and over into my pussy.

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

Clint had loved these silky walls on his cock.

"We 're going to have it away my mom so hard,"Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde pilus. I was the exclusively true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton well-chosen. Alicia, Clint 's new sis, was the next closest with light-brown hair's-breadth."We 're going to do it her and ease up her what she needs."

I wanted to moan,"Yes."

"I 'm going to ram my peter into my mom 's pussy. Shit, that 's the pussy that birthed me. I 'm going to fuck her so hard. And then you 're going to lick her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that eccentric of porn."

My eyes widened. smut 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 cognise what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would puzzle out all his jizz from his mom 's twat. I would devour him. My fingers made wet, squelching strait as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my back talk.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like ? Some girlfriend said it was double-dyed and spat it out. But I had seen a few porn, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what blackguard liked. It made them felicitous when a lady friend swallowed.

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

"doodly-squat,"Clint groaned."tinker's dam, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, tonal pattern. I 'm going to cum again. My wretched balls hurt, but I need to discharge one last consignment into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my digit. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to ignite into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the bounder of my manus on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my cunt faster and faster.

His fingerbreadth tightened in my hair. His fount twisted, verbalise possible action. His coxa shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouthpiece. Salty and thick. It was a minuscule bitterness. A estrus rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It was n't bad.

It was sexy.

The second jet tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so tough on my finger 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 mouth off his dick."Oh, that was hot. I 'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom 's twat. I will devour Aunt Cheryl !"

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

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

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

I smiled."love life you, too."

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Clint Elliston

We were a kettle of fish. We slipped out of my bedroom to lavish off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so aphrodisiacal in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her pap dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt ? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man 's tee 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 sister Alicia 's door on the way to the lav. I paused, picturing her in there, small titty jiggling, her petite body quivering, her fingerbreadth rubbing her virgin snatch as she imagined she was line.

What if she really did see us ? My loft bedroom was n't over Alicia 's, but she might have. role of me wanted to fuddle open the door and pick up her jilling her pussy, but melodic phrase pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We did n't ingest sex, my cock needed to reclaim after three clock time, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our consistency slippery with water and scoop. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our math preparation while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to snap up herself two gash before retreating to her bedroom. She would n't even look at me, her eyes downcast the entire time. I thought it might have been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, melodic line and i finished our mathematics prep then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the line channels.

We settled on a cheesy revulsion movie. It had several obligatory topless tantrum that had Melody giggling at how thin the exculpation were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my putz. That led to us making get it on a final metre before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I did n't remember my dreams—no dad making an appearance telling me to bang every charwoman in the family—and I woke up to tune sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her face. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her defenseless ass.

"Mmm,"she purred, coming awake."Do you want me to study forethought of that ?"

"Just morning Sir Henry Wood,"I told her."I have to pee."

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

"Nope,"I grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her conclusion."An ass I love. A bang-up ass. Especially in those pantie you wore the early day. But ... I really have to pee."

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

Melody followed me into the lav. Which was a little weird and a petty sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second gear floor lavatory, she perched on the sinkhole, center wide, eager to find out me.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

"No, multitude getting peed on or drinking it. People are into that. You can get hold it on the internet."

She wrinkled her olfactory organ."Eww."

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

She slipped off the counter and pushed in nominal head of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing flight strip of blonde leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me ? Or was it because every young woman our age shaves her pussy these days.

She sat down on the commode, and her current splashed into the body of water. My prick twitched. A female child 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 things. Share them with you."She gave me a naughty 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 sharp punch to the abdomen. Not hard, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing affection."You are never peeing on me, Clint."

I leaned over her, unable to dissent saying,"What if I want to pee on you ?"I cupped her boldness as she kept peeing."What if I 'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy body 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 projected sigh."Asshole. I really thought you were serious."

"And you really would receive let me do it,"I grinned while my dick twitched. An idea wormed in the rear of my mind.

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

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

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

"Your mammilla are difficult. 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 tee shirt, my dick growing firmly for tangible this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had business leader 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 impertinence were so red."I 'm your little girl, Clint. You 're so tough. I can suck up your pecker right now. Do you want me to, Clint ?"

"So badly."I pinched her mammilla harder, and her oculus widened and the cutest, sexy moan escaped her backtalk."But I want to sleep together my mom. She 's adjacent 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 skilful son."Her hands stroked my pectus."And you 're the man of the house. Both houses."

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

Those three words had such a wonderful consequence on her. She melted against me, kissing me punishing, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her physique directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My aphrodisiac mom.

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

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower bath. That was torture—my dick was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something scant before we raced over to Melody 's mansion, my cousin dressed in her jeans and besotted tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smack her on it.

My sisters did n't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had study lowest Night, so I was n't surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled line out the room access with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last nighttime, sleeping with my first cousin than watching Mom with her sister, I did n't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the threshold with my key—Dad had changed the ringlet so the like key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

"Well, I do n't take heed 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 arcsecond floor hall and staring at the door at the end. The master copy bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her holdover and her night with her sister. My dick ached.

I marched down the manor hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a impregnable, confident man."Be bold."

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple sail molding to her consistence. 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 side of the bed.

"odor that,"Melody said, inhaling."Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my dick throbbing harder."perpetrate the concealment off of her. I want to see my mom."

tune licked her sass and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the story. My full cousin and buff pulled back the tack in a single jerking, unveiling my mom 's consistency. Her dyed-blonde whisker covered most of her face, the stem dark Brown University. She had toned legs and curvaceous hips, her knocker pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her subdivision curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark phantom promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my dungaree and underdrawers in a undivided motion, my gumshoe bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her consistence against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

"yield 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 twirl of fear in my stomach. This was n't the time to be afraid. It was the clock time to be bold. 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 lips, a faint shininess of juices. My auntie 's pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her hair's-breadth. She was so gorgeous, brim plump, skin smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

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

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

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

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Cheryl Elliston

A man 's rim kissed mine, strong and surd, not like my Sister 's piano lips. A strong hand squeezed my knocker. I rose out of the daze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dim 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 womanhood was behind me. Vicky. My babe kissed at my neck, her softer script stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nighttime my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hired man moved, stroking Clinton 's nerve as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would ban if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his digit digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my pelvic girdle, the bed creaking as my clit throbbed. The blunt ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Clinton 's tongue pressed into my lip, thrusting so deep, so strong.

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

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved depressed, feeling the broad shoulders and warm muscles of my married man. His shaft pressed against my snatch, hard and throbbing, aegir to rent me again.

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

"He 's going to fuck you so hard, aunt Cheryl,"my Sister moaned."Oh, your son is going to give you what you need."

Son ? Aunt Cheryl ?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the associate dark-brown eye of my husband 's. But the font was n't as florid 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, potent, commanding.

"He wants you so badly, aunty Cheryl,"Melody, my niece, whispered, her small boob pressing against my backbone, her twat so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was amiss. Far wronger than sleeping with my Sister. This was my son kissing me, his tough cock pressed into my breadbasket, his strong handwriting on my back. My cunt clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and melodic line were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the family knew the couple 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 get laid me.

"Feel how hard he is, aunt Cheryl,"moaned my niece."Grab his tool. experience it. He 's so huge. He 'll founder you what you need. What my mom ca n't throw you."

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

"Just relax, Mom, and I 'm going to know 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 openhanded. Just like his Church Father. I could almost envisage it was Hilary Rodham Clinton. They looked so much a same except Clint had my nose, smaller than his Father of the Church 's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His script pushed my thigh apart.

"Do n't crusade this, Mom,"he growled, licking his lips as Melody nuzzled at my breasts. My optic widened as I felt his prick rubbing on the wet folds of my pussycat."You need this."

tears trickled down my impudence as he lifted my second joint, throwing my knees over his berm just like his dad would, my pelvic girdle lifting off the bed, my son 's turncock pressing at the entrance of my pussycat. I had missed his father so much. My hubby was so potent. He took complaint of me from High School. When he desired my babe and wanted to bed 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 serve well. Vicky could n't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She could n't secernate me what to do. She could n't conquer me by the whisker, discombobulate me down, and bed me like a sporting lady when I was naughty. She could n't satisfy me with her cock. I loved her, but she was n't a unattackable man.

But Clint was.

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

"Beg for it, Mom,"he grinned, so convinced and cocky."Beg for your son 's shaft to know your pussy and give you what you need."

"Oh, Maker,"I breathed."When did you get so hard, Clint ?"

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

Clint 's hand smacked Melody 's ass. A stinging smacking. strain 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 submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck Mommy 's pussycat,"I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the theatre."Please, please. Mommy needs her big son 's heavy prick to sleep together her snatch. She needs it so badly."I humped my articulatio coxae, 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 discipline when I 'm not around."

Melody 's sass popped off. She stared at her stepbrother."Clint,"she said, her part a mix of pleasure and shock."Really ?"

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

She grinned and absorb my teat, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece 's mouthpiece so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my twat on attack. I needed my son 's prick in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

"Please roll in the hay your Mommy 's pussycat. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to—"

Clint thrust.

My son 's hammer rammed into my wet pussycat. My middle widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, yearn cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was chummy than his male parent 's, not quite as long, but his cinch ...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son 's cock as my rosehip bucked. My tit jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my tits as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, sleep with your mom hard,"I moaned.

"You 're such a bad mummy,"he groaned."A severe Mommy 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 poker. I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his clod smacking into my taint."Ram that dick into me. piece of ass, yes. My son is a macho-man. He 's a stud, Melody."

"He is,"moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other breast and sucked on my pap, her tits pressing into my flesh, so fill out and firm with youth. My hand shot out, stroking her thighs as my pussy clenched on my son 's dick.

"You are so sloshed and hot, Mom,"he groaned."Your cunt love my gumshoe. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

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

It was so faulty, so out to experience my son fucking the pussycat which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so duncish 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 tablet. Hilary Rodham Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five tiddler, two from my sister and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no protective cover. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could engender me. My son could breed me.

"Clint,"I screamed as my coming exploded hard and tight interior of me.

My pussy milked his cock, aegir for my son 's incestuous come as he pounded me gruelling. ripple of blissfulness flowed out of my kitty-cat and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my cunt hard against my son, my clit throbbing against his groin.

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

"So slutty, aunty Cheryl,"gasped my niece."Milk his hammer and beg for his cum."

As the cristal shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my opinion, another shiver went through me. Another orgasm volley in my cunt at Melody 's Word. 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 ma 's pussy,"I moaned, spasming, so a good deal radiant bliss warming my psyche."Breed your slutty mom. You 're the man of the menage. Our twat are yours."

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

"Shit, I love you,"my son said, staring at his stepsister as he rammed his rooster into me. Then he stared at me, his oculus burning."Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a whore. You want to be bred by your son."

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

I screamed out as loud as I could as another climax exploded inside of me. pyrotechnic detonated across my imagination. The populace grew fuzzy with ecstasy. The bed creaked. My pussycat clenched on his dick. His testicle smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his optic and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To arrogate me as his, just like his father had twenty eld ago.

"Mom,"Clint grunted, slamming his prick into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. bang after bam of incestuous seed flooded my fertile puss. I gasped, my puss milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the furrow into raptus. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my profoundness. A grin crossed my rim. There was no going back.

And I did n't want to.

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Alicia Elliston

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

My Brother had made love to our cousin final night. The row hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last Nox. I had trouble quiescence, tossing, turning. He made me finger so funny remark between my thighs. Made me twist my stage. I felt like one of the women in my Latinian language novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To submit her firmly and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glass. My former hand crept down my nightie. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my brother, but I could n't aid it. Not since terminal Nox. Not since I heard them making have sex over and over. Not since I heard melodic line 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 better-looking face, so gallant, so unassailable, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my chassis slippery.

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

To be continued ...