It was so wrong, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the pussy 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 wasn’t on the pill. Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five children, two from my sister and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no protection. I was still fertile. Only thirty-nine.
He could breed me. My son could breed me.
“Clint,” I screamed as my orgasm exploded hard and fast inside of me.
My pussy milked his cock, eager for my son’s incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy 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, Aunt Cheryl,” gasped my niece. “Milk his cock and beg for his cum.”
As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my thoughts, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at Melody’s words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son’s cum.
And so did I.
“Yes, yes, cum in Mommy’s pussy,” I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind. “Breed your slutty mommy. You’re the man of the house. Our pussies are yours.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody moaned. “We’re yours, Clint. I love you so much. Breed your mother.”
“Shit, I love you,” my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his cock into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning. “Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a whore. You want to be bred by your son.”
“Yes,” I moaned, lost to the taboo thrill. “Cum in me, Clint!”
I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The world grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his dick. His balls smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.
To claim me as his, just like his father had twenty-one years ago.
“Mom,” Clint grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. Blast after blast of incestuous seed flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every last drop.
I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my depths. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.
And I didn’t want to.
* * *
Alicia Elliston
I couldn’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 last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.
To take her hard and love her.
I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my brother, but I couldn’t help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.
I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint’s handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.
“Clint,” I sighed, rubbing myself and getting lost to my taboo fantasy, so envious of my cousin.
Sister’s Anal Advice
Melody Samuels
My pussy was burning so hot as my cousin Clint, my lover who I would do anything for, groaned atop his mom, my sexy Aunt Cheryl. He slammed into her, cumming into the very pussy that had given him birth, maybe breeding his Mommy like he might have already bred me last night.
I shuddered, pressed against Aunt Cheryl’s side, watching the pleasure burning in both their faces, the incestuous passion they had shared. I was so thrilled I could witness this moment, my heart thudding in my chest, my wet pussy humping against my aunt’s thigh. Everything had changed last night.
For a year, my nineteen-year-old cousin Clint and I had been kissing cousins. We had always been close growing up. I was a month older then him and a tomboy. We played as kids–soldiers, ninjas, tag, basketball, and violent video games–and were best friends. That didn’t change through junior high and into college. I always knew we would end up having sex, we were just both afraid of crossing that line into incest.
And then Clint’s subconscious gave him that final boost of confidence to go all the way with me. He had a dream of his dead dad, my sexy Uncle Clinton, telling my cousin he had to put both our families back in order by fucking us all. Me first, since we were in so much love. He popped my cherry last night. And then we learned the shocking news–his mom and my mom were lovers. They were sisters and lovers.
Our family was so hot.
“Oh, yes, Mommy needed that,” moaned Aunt Cheryl as she pulled her son down for a hot kiss. My cousin’s hot, muscular body draped over her busty frame, her tits crushed to his chest. She was a sexy MILF, her hair dyed blonde, not natural like my dirty-gold curls, and in great shape.
And she was so lonely since Uncle Clinton died six months ago. But I could tell being taken hard by her son was exactly what she needed.
“Oh, that was so hot, Aunt Cheryl,” I moaned, licking my lips as they kissed.
Clint broke the kiss, his dark eyes falling on mine. I shuddered, understanding in an instant what he wanted. What I had promised to do last night. I licked my lips and nodded my head. I would do anything for my cousin. I was a submissive, like Aunt Cheryl appeared to be.
Only I was Clint’s top submissive. His girl.
“Oh, no,” Mommy moaned as Clint pulled out of her pussy and rolled off her body, his dick half-hard and coated in her pussy cream. It rested on his stomach as he stretched out on his back. “I liked you in me.”
Clint shrugged. “Melody has a task to do.”
A task. I shuddered at those words, my pussy clenching. I moved, my round breasts jiggling. They were so small compared to Aunt Cheryl’s. But they were firm, and Clint loved them even if they weren’t as big as my aunt’s, my mom’s, or Zoey’s, Clint’s twenty-year-old sister. But at least my tits were bigger than my bratty, little sister Lee.
I moved between my aunt’s legs, nervous and excited all at the same time to have my first true lesbian experience. Yes, I had kissed Aunt Cheryl and sucked on her nipple while Clint fucked her hard. But licking her pussy, devouring Clint’s cum out of her snatch, would be a true girl-on-girl experience.
And I was eager for it because Clint wanted it.
His eyes were hungry. “Eat the creampie I made in my mom.”
“Oh, you are a naughty boy,” moaned Aunt Cheryl. “Mommy raised a big, strong, naughty boy.”
“You did,” I said. Then, as a joke, added, “He’s into watersports.”
Clint’s face tightened while Aunt Cheryl actually smiled. “Like to show your dominance over your women, huh, Sir? Humiliate them. Dirty them because you can. Because they will let you. Because they need to please you in any way possible.”
I blinked as I lowered my face to her pussy. Was Aunt Cheryl into watersports?
“I don’t want to pee on her,” Clint scowled. “Melody’s got the fetish. She had to watch me pee this morning. Made her wet just thinking I might piss on her.”
“That he might make me,” I corrected, my pussy clenching again. I really, really didn’t want to be peed on, but I would submit for Clint. I needed to submit to him, to do what he wanted. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.
It was so sexy.
I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Clint’s cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Cheryl smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper, savoring the aroma as I moved to her trimmed, black bush matted with juices, her pussy lips thick and engorged, thrusting out of her slit. She wasn’t tight and virginal like I was.
All those times fucking Uncle Clinton’s cock had opened her up.
“Lick her,” growled Clint. “I love creampie porn.”
I shuddered, loving to learn that fact about Clint. I wanted to know all the secrets he had kept from me, all the times he had dodged when I pried at his porn-watching habits. And now he was opening up, letting me know what pleased him.