Cheryl Elliston
A man’s lips kissed mine, strong and hard, not like my sister’s soft lips. A strong hand squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.
Clinton?
Was I still dreaming? Was my husband kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.
My hand moved, stroking Clinton’s cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the 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 pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my clit throbbed. The dull ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Clinton’s tongue pressed into my mouth, 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 hand joined Clinton’s on my breast. “This is so sexy.”
Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the broad shoulders and strong muscles of my husband. His dick pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, eager to take me again.
And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My 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 familiar dark-brown eyes of my husband’s. But the face wasn’t as ruddy and weathered as it should be. Wasn’t as aged. It was my husband’s face from when we were eighteen and 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 back, her pussy so hot, so wet.
Oh, this was wrong. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my stomach, his strong hands on my back. My pussy clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.
Clint and Melody were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the family knew the pair were in love–they weren’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 fuck me.
“Feel how hard he is, Aunt Cheryl,” moaned my niece. “Grab his cock. Feel it. He’s so huge. He’ll give you what you need. What my mom can’t give you.”
My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.
“Just relax, Mom, and I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he groaned. “I’ve been staring at your body, aching for you. You’re so hot, Mom.”
I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so handsome. Just like his father. I could almost imagine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his father’s. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His hands pushed my thighs apart.
“Don’t fight this, Mom,” he growled, licking his lips as Melody nuzzled at my breasts. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy. “You need this.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son’s cock pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took charge of me from our freshman year of college. When he desired my sister 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 serve. Vicky couldn’t give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She couldn’t tell me what to do. She couldn’t seize me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She couldn’t fill me with her cock. I loved her, but she wasn’t a strong man.
But Clint was.
He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, Melody’s mouth nibbling and sucking on my nipple. I moaned, squirming. What was he waiting for? Why wasn’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, Lord,” 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. Melody 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 pussy,” I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house. “Please, please. Mommy needs her big son’s hard cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly.” I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. I had to feel him in me. I was so wet.
“You’re mine now, Mom,” he growled as I trembled. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I moaned, shivering.
“And Melody’s,” he added, a grin crossing his lips. “She’s my girl. She keeps discipline when I’m not around.”
Melody’s lips popped off. She stared at her half-brother. “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 nipple, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece’s mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fire. I needed my son’s cock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.
“Please fuck your Mommy’s pussy. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to–”
Clint thrust.
My son’s cock rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his father’s, not quite as long, but his girth…
Exquisite.
My pussy tightened on my son’s cock as my hips bucked. My breasts 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, fuck your Mommy hard,” I moaned.
“You’re such a bad Mommy,” he groaned. “A wicked 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. I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his balls smacking into my taint. “Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a stud. He’s a stud, Melody.”
“He is,” moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other breast and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my flesh, so round and firm with youth. My hand shot out, stroking her thighs as my pussy clenched on my son’s dick.
“You are so tight and hot, Mom,” he groaned. “Your pussy loves my dick. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut.”
“I do love it,” I groaned, loving being called slut. “I’m your slut, Son. Your slutty Mommy. My pussy’s yours. You can fuck it whenever you want. I love this cock. I love my son’s cock.”