Day at My Aunt's
My name is Mike. It all started about eight years ago when I was 15. I went to my Aunt Suzy's house to spend the day swimming with my cousins, Brian and Lisa. Brian was a year older at 16 and was a sophomore in high school. He was about my size at 5'6 and couldn't be more than 135 lbs. Lisa was my age at 15 and we had both just started high school. Lisa was the type of girl that you knew would be hot at an early age. She was about 5'5 and maybe weighed 85 lbs., had gorgeous legs and started to develop a beautiful set of tits. They had to be about a B-cup at the time, although they're much bigger now. The thing that she had going though were her eyes. They looked exactly like Chasey Lain's eyes that you just stared into when she spoke. She got those from her mother, who also had an amazing pair of eyes. Lisa didn't get her hair color from anyone though; she had perfect blond hair that ran just past her shoulders. Everyone else in her family had brown hair. She and Brian went to a different school as they lived about 5 miles away from us.
My Aunt Suzy was a few years younger than my mother at 36 and had about the same build. She was about 5'7 and 135 lbs., although most of that weight was due to her tits. They were amazing at a 36DD, meaning that they really didn't sag at all. They were just the kind of tits that you wanted to pop out of a dress and suck on for a week. Aunt Suzy had shoulder length autumn brown hair and an absolutely beautiful face.
I never really felt comfortable around their family. I always felt like my Aunt Suzy was a little mean to me and Brian always acted like he was too old to hang out with me, like he was better than me. Lisa was the only one to make an effort, even though sometimes she would chime in with her mom or brother and make fun of me. I guess she was a bit of a tease in that sense. When we were alone she would be nice and we would have a great time together, but when she was with her friends she acted like she didn't know me.
Anyway, we were all swimming in the pool in the backyard as my aunt was laying out in the middle of the yard in one of those long reclining chairs. She was sitting up a little reading a book with a pair of sunglasses on. We had just finished a game of Marco Polo (which I lost because my cousins cheated) when Lisa and Brian said they were going inside to get something to eat. I stayed in their above ground pool while they headed off inside. I climbed out to go on their slide located to the left of the pool. It was pretty cool except for the fact that you had to pour water on it, as the automatic sprinklers on it were broken. I slid down and splashed in the pool when I heard my aunt call out, "Don't use the slide!" I just waded for a moment embarrassed at being yelled at when my aunt called for me to come over to her.
"Where's Brian and Lisa?" she asked.
"They went inside to get something to eat," I said.
"Go inside and tell them to get the money from my purse and then to come out here, I need them to walk over to the store."
I headed back inside the house and went to the kitchen where I expected they would be, but they weren't. I started to walk around the house quietly thinking that maybe they were playing another trick on me. I thought I heard something from upstairs, but then it was gone. When I heard it the second time I headed upstairs to check it out.
I peered into Lisa's room as it was halfway open and that's where the noise was coming from. When I looked in I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Brian standing by the bed with his trunks down around his ankles. Lisa was down on her knees in front of her brother with his dick in her mouth. She had her eyes closed and was bobbing her head up and down on his pole. She let out soft little hums like "Mmmm," as she continued to work on Brian. Brian, meanwhile, had his eyes shut and his head tilted back as his hand was on the back of my cousin's head. His mouth was open as he let out little groans like "Uggghhh." I stared and watched for a minute, then crept slowly away and back downstairs. I couldn't believe what I just saw, more importantly I couldn't think of what I was going to tell my aunt. I headed outside and slowly walked over to her.
"Well, did you tell them? Where are they?" she demanded.
"No, I didn't see them," I replied.
"Aauugghh, fine!" she stammered as she slammed her book closed and tossed it on the recliner as she got up to go in the house. I stood there for a minute not sure what to do. I looked down and saw my shorts clinging to my legs. I was wearing these volleyball shorts that also had a liner in them for swimming. They were cool except that when they got wet they stuck to my body, which was embarrassing when my dick shriveled up and showed through my shorts after I had been swimming.
Just then I heard the sliding glass door from the house open and my aunt walked over with a bottle of sun tan lotion. I saw a crooked little smile on her face that she was trying to conceal as she said, "I can't find them either, oh well." Oh well? Just a second ago she was yelling at me that I didn't find them as she so obviously wanted. What the hell was going on? Did she really not find them or did she and was just lying like I had? What if she saw them and thought that I saw them? Panic started to set in as she sat down on the chair and reclined it all the way.
"Here, can you put some this on my back?" she asked handing me the bottle of lotion as she got on her stomach. All I could say was "sure" and took the cap off as she undid the tie in the back of her bikini top. Now my aunt's backyard is completely covered by trees around the fences. You really couldn't see into the neighbors' yard on any side, so I really didn't worry about anyone seeing me put lotion on my aunt with her bikini untied. I put the lotion on my hands and started to rub it along her back. "Make sure you get my sides too so I don't burn," she said. I started along the sides by her waist, careful not to go near her tits, which were spilling out, on both sides of her oily body.
"Auuggghh, like this!" she yelled as she grabbed my right hand and placed it onto the side of her tit. "I told you I don't want to burn!"
I started to rub the lotion all over the side of her tit. "Put your leg over and get the other one too," she politely said. The other one? She obviously meant her breast but I couldn't believe she was making me do this. I flung my left leg over her so I was kind of straddling the chair. I put some more lotion on and started to rub both of her tits simultaneously. "Mmmmm," she softly moaned. My legs started to get tired and I started to touch her with my ass. "Go ahead, you can sit down," she said. I sat down on her nice firm ass and continued rubbing her luscious firm tits. By now I had gotten a pretty good hard-on that I was trying to prevent from touching my Aunt Suzy. But every once in a while it brushed up against her ass.
She asked me to come around in front of her and do her shoulders. As I got up I tried to adjust myself as I was sporting a pretty wicked hard-on. The material from my shorts was still clinging to my leg and you could see the outline of my cock. I did the best I could to hide it and walked in front of my aunt. She propped her head up on her folded arms in front of her and had taken her sunglasses off. As I started to work on her shoulders, I poured some more lotion on my hands spilling some onto my shorts.
"Whoops," my aunt cooed as she started to wipe up the lotion with her fingers. She started to rub her fingers along my cock, which was now starting jump around in my shorts as she played with it. She looked up at me with a little smile and then pulled down my shorts. I just watched as she rubbed the excess lotion up and down on my throbbing prick. It felt so good, to have someone else's hand touching my dick. I hadn't even really kissed a girl, yet alone have one jerking me off. Aunt Suzy then leaned forward and gave the tip a little lick. She moaned softly as she started licking my shaft all over, even stopping to fondle and lick my balls. Then she leaned up and took my cock in her mouth. I was in heaven! I couldn't believe the incredible sensation of having my dick sucked for the first time. She was humming around my pecker and took it out a couple of times to lick the head. She would look into my eyes before turning her head back down and engulfing my cock. Finally I started to tense up and knew I was going to come before she took my dick out and lay back on the recliner chair. This was the first time I saw her big, beautiful tits that I had just rubbed the sides of. They were gorgeous as they hung there and I just wanted to grab them and suck on them. She motioned me over to her as she pulled down her bikini bottoms. I started to crawl up to her breasts but she stopped me and pushed my head down to her crotch.
"It's my turn now, I want you to eat my pussy like a good boy," she said. I stared at it, looking at her neatly trimmed bush. Obviously I had never eaten pussy before and didn't know where to begin, although I was sure I wanted to do it. I looked up at her as she said, "Just start licking it." I wanted to make my aunt happy and didn't want to be yelled at again so I dived in and started licking around.
"Yes, ooh, that's it. Mmmmm, yes just keep licking. That's good," she said as her breathing got heavier.
As I licked her I noticed that it tasted and smelled different, but not bad. Actually her pussy was a pleasant mix of perfume and coconut (from the lotion). I kept licking until my aunt lifted my head and said ok. She then spread her legs for me. "Come here," she whispered. She started to rub my dick and placed it at the entrance of her sopping wet cunt. She grabbed me by my ass cheeks and told me to push. When I did I felt my dick slip into her warm, wet pussy. She positioned herself below me and put her arms around me.
"That's it, now just move it in and out ok?" she said as her heavy breathing started catching up to my own.
We started to rock back and forth, careful not to make too much noise, as we didn't know if any of the neighbors were out. The thought of being out in the open with my cock slipping in and out of my beautiful aunt's cunt was unbelievable. I leaned down and started to suck on her luscious mounds of tit flesh. She grabbed the back of my head as I sucked and licked her nipple for all it was worth. "Yes, yes baby suck on my titties. Suck on your auntie's big titties," she moaned in my ear. I looked up into her beautiful eyes and just kept moving in and out. It was incredible fucking my aunt. I relished the warm feeling all over my body and the sensation of her cunt muscles massaging my prick. It felt really warm and wet as my cock started to make some squishing noises as I pumped in and out of her. I really wasn't pounding her or giving her the fucking of a lifetime, I just did as she told me. I just lay on top of her and moved my ass up and down, slipping my cock in and out of her delicious pussy. My dick only slipped out once, mainly because I got lost for a moment trying to switch tits. My dick was a good seven inches, so I really didn't have to worry about slipping out too much.
My Aunt Suzy grabbed my head and moved it up to hers. "Did you see them? I know you did. I know you saw your cousins. Lisa is such a good little cocksucker. Mmmmm, yes, do you like fucking? Do you like fucking your auntie?"
"Yeeeessss," was all I could muster as I felt myself getting closer.
She let out a little moan and pulled me in to kiss me. I started moving my lips against hers when I suddenly felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Instinct took over and I was soon French kissing my aunt as my cock lay deep in her moist, hot pussy. Our tongues played with each other for a while before I pulled away and stopped for a second.
"What is it? Are you ready to come baby? Go ahead, you can come in me. Keep fucking me until you come inside my pussy, I want you to. Oh, Mikey I want you to come in me so bad. Please, come for Aunt Suzy," she begged.
That was it, I grunted and gave one final thrust into my aunt's pussy before I exploded inside of her. I must have let forth at least nine or ten spurts of cum inside my aunt before I just lay on top of her and put my head in between her heavy breasts.
"Get up for a second," she said as she started to push me back off of her. I sat down on the recliner as she stood up and started to wipe herself a little with her towel. "That was beautiful baby. Was that your first time?" she asked as if she couldn't tell. I told her it was and she responded by smiling and taking my hand. "Come on, let's go inside," she said as I followed her into the house. As we walked my limp dick just swayed back and forth, all wet and slimy from my aunt's mouth and pussy.
We started to head upstairs when I started to hear some loud smacking sounds and groans. My Aunt Suzy led me to Lisa's bedroom where I saw Brian pumping his cock into my cousin's snatch. I looked up at my aunt and she just smiled at me and led me into the bedroom.
"Can we join?" my aunt asked as we walked over to the bed.
"Mikey!" Lisa exclaimed as she smiled at us.
"Just a minute mom," Brian let out as he continued groaning and fucking his sister.
"No, I want you two to save some for us. Pull out of your sister," my aunt replied.
"Come on mom I'm almost done," Brian could barely say as he was about to coat his sister's pussy walls with his semen.
"NO, NOW," my aunt demanded.
With that a bitter Brian pulled out of his sister before he could climax. My aunt walked me over to the bed and sat me down.
"I just popped your cousins cherry," my aunt told my cousins.
"Really?" asked Lisa.
"Way to go man," Brian said as he smacked me on the back.
"Now I want us all to have some fun since I converted Mike to incest," my aunt told my cousins.
It really hadn't dawned on me that what I had just done was incest, I was too consumed by the immense pleasure my aunt had given my dick and being able to suck on her glorious tits. I started to drift off a little and feel somewhat ashamed when I felt someone's hand on my dick and looked down to see Lisa kneeling on the floor in front of me with her hand on me.
"Mmmm, you want me to suck him mommy?" Lisa asked my aunt.
"Yes, stick his big cock in your mouth honey," my aunt said.
With that my cousin looked up at me as she opened her mouth and placed my cockhead inside. The sight of my beautiful cousin sucking me while looking up at me quickly brought my dick back to life. God it was such a gorgeous sight. Her beautiful eyes just seemed to pierce my soul as her tongue flickered over the head of my dick. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and moaned with my cousin as she gave me an even better blowjob than my aunt (certainly not taking anything away from my aunt!).
Then I heard my aunt say, "Brian help your sister out."
"Awww," I heard him reply as I felt him get off the bed. Lisa pulled my cock out of her mouth as I felt another hand grab hold of my dick. I looked down to see Brian grab my cock and guide it into his mouth.
"Yes, suck him good Brian, oh fuck," my aunt moaned as she played with her big tities.
It was a little weird at first and I started to go soft at the idea of my dick in another guy's mouth, but I have to admit that Brian was pretty good. He started sucking me louder and harder than either his sister or mother had. Then he took my cock out and spit on the head. He started rubbing his spit all over the head of my cock mixing it with my precum while tonguing the underside of my shaft. "Oh, god yes baby, spit on his nasty cock, oooohhh, suck his balls baby," my aunt cried as she stuffed two fingers inside her pussy. Brian started to tongue my balls and sucked one into his mouth. God, the feeling was incredible. Lisa leaned over and put my dick back in her mouth as her brother was playing with my balls in his mouth. I started to groan and could feel myself coming close again when my aunt told them to stop.
"Can Mikey lick my pussy, mom?" Lisa asked.
"Not yet, I want him to try something else," my aunt replied. Else, what else? What else was there to do? I figured maybe she wanted me to fuck her or Lisa in the ass like I saw in porno mags, but other than that what else was there? "Brian, get on the bed," my aunt directed. Brian sat next to me as Aunt Suzy grabbed my arm and pulled me down in front of Brian. My aunt got down on her knees with me and started to rub my dick.
"I want you to suck your cousin's hot, wet cock," she moaned in my ear. Brian and Lisa overheard her and they started to laugh and cheer.
"Yeah, suck my dick bitch!" Brian laughed out.
I started to panic and freeze and could feel my dick go limp even as my aunt stroked it.
"Come on, you can do it," she whispered in my ear. Lisa moved over so she could get a good look and listen to what my aunt was saying.
"Come on Mike, Brian did it to you so you have to do it to him, it's only fair," my aunt said.
"Yeah, come on man, I did it, it's not that bad, you'll get used to it," said Brian calmly as he stroked his big dick.
He looked to be about the same size as me, maybe even 8 inches. I felt nervous and scared as my aunt pushed my head down toward his crotch.
"Now open your mouth like a good boy," my aunt said to me. I slowly started to open my mouth, as I was too scared to do anything else. Her expert handjob was helping me out a little as I was too confused to realize what it was that I was about to do. My cousin took his dick and pointed it toward my mouth. My aunt continued to push me closer to him when his dick brushed up against my lips.
"Ooohhhh, gooodddd, yeeeessss, do it," my aunt moaned as she worked on my dick and pushed my head.
Suddenly my cousin pushed his big cock into my mouth and moaned as he saw it disappear.
"Fuck yes, oh god that's good baby, oh so fucking good," my aunt moaned as she let go of my dick and I guess started fingering herself. I was busy trying to figure out what to do as my eyes were closed with my cousin's dick in my mouth.
"Use your tongue Mikey," Lisa directed me as she started to rub my butt.
I started to work my tongue around the underside of his dick as it was the only place I could. Then my cousin started to pull his cock out and then pushed it back in.
"That's it baby, fuck his mouth, oh god fuck his pretty little mouth Brian," my aunt cheered on.
I started to get the hang of it and just did the best I could not to choke on it. I just figured I would do this until my aunt told me to stop and try not to screw up. Then something happened. Brian started to groan and as he pulled his dick out I licked the tip of his head. When I did I tasted something sweet. It wasn't cum, as I'm sure I'd be able to tell if he came in my mouth. I figured it must be his precum. There wasn't much to it; it just felt neat licking something out of him. He started moaning and groaning as I licked more and more at his head. When he slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth, I followed his cock and kept tonguing the head with abandon. I don't know what came over me all of a sudden.
"OH FUCK YEEESSSSSSS, GOD THAT IS SO FUCKING HOT," my aunt cried out.
"God, he won't stop licking the head," Brian laughed out.
"That's because he likes it," my aunt said. "You like it don't you Mikey, you like sucking cock? God you're a little cocksucker," my aunt moaned in my ear as she thrust her tongue in there. "Oh fuck you're such a good little cocksucker, suck it, suck him deep."
I kept bobbing up and down on his shaft until he was about to come.
"Oh fuck," cried Brian.
"NO, not yet," cried my aunt and with that she grabbed his dick from my mouth and started to pull me up.
"Come on mom," Brian said as he closed his eyes and fell back on the bed. "I'm dying here."
"Just wait a minute Brian," Aunt Suzy said. "I want Mike to fuck his cousin."
"Finally!" shouted Lisa, and with that she jumped up on the bed and spread her legs for me.
"Go on Mike," said my aunt as she helped me onto the bed. "I want to watch you fuck Lisa."
I climbed in between Lisa and looked up into her beautiful eyes. Suddenly, I was lost again, lost in the lust of my beautiful cousin. I positioned myself on top of her and moved until I felt my cock rub up against her moist pussy. God the heat from it was unbelievable. I moved my ass and started to push my cock along her pussy lips until I felt it being sucked in. I had forgotten about the blowjob I'd just given to my other cousin and suddenly remembered how wonderful it felt to have my dick inside a cunt. My aunt was sitting beside me stroking my ass as my cock slide in and out of her slutty daughter. Brian lay behind me on his back trying to save himself for whatever his mother wanted next. I figured that Aunt Suzy would go over to Brian but she just kept on playing with my ass. A couple of times she eve wet her finger and moved it along my crack. Once I even felt her stick it in my asshole and pull it out.
I just kept concentrating on my sexy cousin. I leaned down and licked at her nipples causing her to moan loudly. I moved up and we started kissing. I couldn't believe this; my cock was inside my beautiful cousin, sliding in and out of her warm cunt! Suddenly I felt a tongue along my asscrack and quickly looked back to see my aunt's head. Lisa grabbed my head and pulled me to her tits again and I started sucking her nipples. It was weird but cool to feel my aunt tonguing my butt. I just kept fucking Lisa when she stopped and I could feel Brian sit up.
"Stay still a second," my aunt said and grabbed my waist forcing me to stop.
Brian came over behind me and put his hands on my waist. I looked back to see him stroking himself and playing with my asshole. He was in a daze and just kept moaning to himself.
"Lean forward," my aunt directed. I just looked at her a second before she yelled, "JUST DO IT!"
I leaned forward and looked into Lisa's eyes as she smiled at me.
"That's it, push it in. Stick your big cock up his virgin ass," my aunt groaned.
I realized what was happening and looked over at my aunt with pleading eyes. But she just stared at Brian and kept fingering herself.
Suddenly I felt Brian's cock slowly start to push into my asshole. "Ooowwwww," I cried out as Lisa wrapped her legs and arms around me holding me still as her brother pushed his cock deep into my ass.
"Oh fuck, yes baby. That's it, keep going, fill his ass with your big cock," my Aunt Suzy moaned as she furiously frigged herself. I felt Brian keep pushing as I tried to relax and realized that this was happening to me and there wasn't much I could do about it.
"Fuck yeah, fuck him hard sweetie. Fuck his little ass. Make him take that big cock of yours. Fuck that little faggot 'til he comes in Lisa's stinky pussy," my aunt said as she cheered on.
She was obviously in ecstasy as she watched me being fucked by her son. I felt so dirty giving in to my aunt and cousins. I felt so used but at the same time I realized that my aunt let me fuck her and was now letting me fuck her hot daughter. I turned back to look at Lisa as she smiled up at me.
"Don't worry about them," she said. "Just relax and keep fucking me. Fuck me until you come inside me. I want you to come so bad Mikey. I want you to make me come too."
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I leaned down and licked her face wildly, stabbing my tongue inside her mouth as her little slut talk was turning me on. Meanwhile I was getting used to the fact that I had a cock in my ass. I hurt at first and then felt a little weird, now I had to admit that it felt pretty good. I don't think I would've liked just having a dick up my ass, but with my cock buried in my cousin's cunt it was an added pleasure.
Suddenly I felt Brian tense up and begin to moan loudly. "Yes, come in him. Dump your cum inside his ass," my aunt begged as she evidently found a hairbrush of Lisa's to stick up her cunt. I watched my aunt fuck herself with the brush when I felt Brian moan loudly and start to buck his hips. I looked down at Lisa as the first spurt of cum shot into my ass.
"Take him Mike, let Brian come inside you!" Lisa whispered. I relaxed my asshole and felt his big cock throb and pulsate as he emptied spurt after spurt of hot cum in my asshole. Moans surrounded the room as my cousin came inside me and my aunt fucked herself with reckless abandon while watching her son come inside her nephew's ass. The feeling of his come splashing inside me and my cock inside Lisa was too much for me as I soon shot my second load of the day into my cousin's dripping cunt.
We all cleaned up afterwards and Lisa and Brian went to the store like my aunt had originally wanted. She finished reading in the backyard and I went to take a nap on Brian's bed. I woke a couple of hours later to hear the front door open and people talking. I heard the voices of my sister and my mother. My mother had picked my sister up from a basketball tournament in which she had been cheering for our high school. My sister had been a cheerleader since she was about 7. Now she was 18, a senior in high school and was one of the captains of the squad.
My sister, Julie, is about 5'8 with long blond hair. She's got long legs and a very perky set of tits. All my friends were jealous that she was my sister and our doorbell and phone were constantly busy with guys. I wasn't sure whether or not she had sex yet, but if I had to guess I'm sure she has a few times since she was constantly going to late-night parties on the weekends.
My mom, Carol, is about the same size as my aunt with a great set of tits also. She has green eyes and dirty blond hair. You could obviously tell that she and my aunt were sisters.
They were all talking and then things went silent. I started to fall back asleep when I heard the door open again and heard Lisa, Brian and my Uncle Jim walk through. A few minutes later I heard people coming up the steps and voices at the door. I pretended I was asleep as I heard the door open.
"Mike's sleeping?" I heard my sister ask. "What did you guys do to him?"
"He's had a busy day," Brian said as he and Lisa started to laugh.
"Come on Julie, check out my room. I redecorated it," Lisa said.
I heard some faint talking and then heard my sister shout, "Oh my god, Brian." I jumped out of bed and tiptoed over into the hallway and looked into my cousin's room. Lisa and Julie were on the bed and Brian was standing next to my sister with his cock pulled out of his shorts.
"I told you it was big," Lisa said to Julie.
"Go on Julie, touch it," said Brian.
"No, you guys we can't do this, Brian put that thing away and lets go downstairs," my sister said.
"Come on Julie, touch it," Lisa whispered in Julie's ear as she reached over and ran her hand up Julie's leg.
"Lisa stop! Brian pull your shorts up and let's go downstairs!" commanded my sister, but she made no attempt to stand up. Meanwhile, Lisa's hand continued up my sister's leg underneath her short cheerleader skirt. Brian kept stroking his rod and moving closer to Julie's face.
"Lisa stop," my sister giggled as Lisa's started tonguing Julie's ear. Brian started to moan and rub the precum coming out of the tip of his rock hard dick all over the head and shaft. I could see my sister's little cotton shorts that the cheerleaders wore under their skirts and Lisa's hand disappearing underneath them. My sister started to moan and Lisa moved in and kissed my sister on the lips. They just touched lips before parting, and then Lisa ran her hand over Julie's face and pulled her in for a second embrace. Julie made no attempt to stop her and soon I saw their tongues playing with one another. They broke the kiss when Brian started to moan. Julie looked up at him and then watched him playing with himself. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched her lean over and put her mouth around his cock.
Julie started sucking Brian hard as Lisa knelt before my sister and pulled down her shorts and panties. She left her skirt on and started to eat Julie out! They continued this for a while before they all stripped (except for my sister leaving her skirt on) and started fondling and playing with one another on the bed. I didn't know what to do but I knew that I had to do something. I felt like they were taking advantage of my sister like they had me. Although I must admit I had a pretty good time and Julie didn't seem to mind too much.
Nevertheless, I headed on downstairs to tell my mom. Directly below the stairs was the living room, to the left was the front door and to the right was the kitchen. You could go around either way to get to the family room, which was down a smaller set of steps. I crept down to the edge of a set of stairs that led directly into the family room. I saw my mom sitting on the couch with my uncle and my aunt was across the room in a rocking chair. My aunt was now wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Mom was dressed in beige slacks and a silk white top that showed off her mounds pretty well. Actually any shirt she wore pretty much showed off her magnificent chest. My Uncle Jim was wearing a pair of shorts and a polo shirt as he had been golfing this morning.
They were talking about work or something when my mom said that she needed to get home because her back was bothering her. Great I thought, she'd go look for Julie and catch my cousins and really cuss my aunt and them out! But my uncle moved over next to my mom and said he'd give her a back massage. My mom said no, but my aunt insisted that Uncle Jim helped her when her back was giving her problems a couple of weeks ago. They convinced my mom and she turned her back to my uncle.
No, I thought, she has to go find Julie! I thought about walking in and telling her, but what could I say? I had fucked both my aunt and my cousin that afternoon and gave into giving my other cousin a blowjob and letting him fuck me up the ass! I worried about my mom, but I knew she would NEVER do anything like that. I knew my aunt wouldn't try anything on my mom because it was her sister and that would be too much of a gamble. It was one thing to manipulate and take advantage of kids, but it was another to do it to a grownup. I only worried that my mom would find out what I had done.
My uncle started to work his hands up and down on my mom's back. So far, nothing wrong with this massage. But he kept on scooting up behind my mom so that his crotch was against my mom's ass. I was worried until my mom scooted forward away from my uncle a little.
"Sorry, here let me do your shoulders," my uncle said.
Mom started to tilt her head back a little and was giving into my uncle's hands. My uncle moved my mom's hair to one side and said it was in his way. My mom did one of those moves that girls do when they toss their hair to one side. He got closer and closer to my mom's neck with his face when he leaned in and kissed her on the neck.
"Hey, what the hell? JIM!" cried my mom.
Quickly my aunt moved over in front of my mom and sat on the couch. "Carol, relax," my aunt said as she stroked her hand gently along my mom's cheek.
"Relax? Your husband just kissed me! I'm not going to relax, I'm getting Mike and Julie and getting the hell out of here!" mom shouted.
She started to get up but my uncle grabbed her waist and pulled her back down.
"Carol, Carol, come here, I'm sorry, don't run off," my uncle said gently as he rubbed his hands up and down my mother's arms.
"Jim was just trying to relax you Carol," my aunt said.
"No, he kissed me, I know what he did," mom replied.
"Ssshhhh, just let yourself go Carol," my uncle whispered in her ear as he moved in and started kissing her neck again. He once again scooted up behind her and started moving her hips. Before my mom could react my aunt leaned over and kissed my mom on the lips, holding her head so that she couldn't get away. Mom started to cry inside my aunt's mouth but she soon stopped and my uncle started rubbing her crotch through her pants. Mom and Aunt Suzy broke their kiss and my aunt removed her tank top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits spilled out in front of my mother. My aunt grabbed my mom's head and pulled her to one of her nipples.
To my surprise, mom actually opened her mouth and took my aunt's nipple in her mouth. My aunt leaned her head back and moaned with pleasure. "Yes Carol, that's it, suck my tit," she said. Meanwhile my uncle knelt on the floor in front of my mom and took off her pants. He fingered her pussy through her panties a little before removing them too. My mom sat up a second and watched as my uncle moved in and placed his tongue over my mom's pink pussy lips. Mom moaned and looked at my aunt. They just looked into each other's eyes before my mom bent over and resumed her mouth on my aunt's tits. That's it, I thought. It was over, they had her too.
Then out of the corner of the room I watched as my sister was being led from the other staircase entranceway by my cousins. She looked dazed with a big smile on her face. It was as if she was in a trance and had become their sex slave. When Julie saw mom she just continued to smile and exclaimed, "Mommy!"
Mom looked up at Julie and suddenly realized what was going on. "Julie!" my mom stammered, but Aunt Suzy leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mom's ear as she whispered something. Mom remained expressionless as she sat up on the couch as my uncle continued eating her out. My aunt sat up and walked over to my sister.
"Did you have fun with your cousins?" my aunt asked my sister.
"Yes, very much," replied Julie, as she stood there with cum running down her thighs. God she looked like such a slut, and it really started to turn me on.
"Good, so did your brother," said Aunt Suzy.
"Where is Mike?" asked Mom, suddenly aware that she was there to pick me up.
"Lisa, why don't you go wake him up?" replied my aunt.
"He's not in Brian's room, we looked," said Lisa.
"Well, just look around, maybe he's in the bathroom somewhere," said Aunt Suzy.
With that Lisa ran upstairs to go look for me. Aunt Suzy took Julie's hand and led her down to the carpeted floor where she started to kiss and fondle my sister. Brian moved over to the couch and sat next to my mom, stroking his cock. "Play with your Aunt Carol's big titties," my uncle told my cousin. With that he moved over and started licking my mom's right nipple while fondling her left tit. Mom leaned back against the couch and let herself enjoy being taken advantage of. She reached over and put her hand on Brian's cock, slowly starting to stroke it. Brian stopped molesting my mom's tits for a second and watched my mom fondle his dick. They looked at each other and moved closer together. Mom closed her eyes as she moved in and kissed my cousin on the lips. When their lips parted they looked at one another again, and then my mom bent over and engulfed my cousin's cock in her mouth.
"Yes, that's it sis, suck my son's big, hard cock. Mmmmm, take it all in Carol, suck your nephew good," moaned Aunt Suzy.
I watched as mom's mouth bobbed up and down on his hard pole. I glanced over to see my sister lying on her stomach licking my aunt's pussy as Aunt Suzy was licking her lips watching my mother. I was so busy staring at everyone naked as they licked and sucked one another that I didn't even realize I had start to fondle myself inside my shorts. The sight of my mother becoming such a whore gave me mixed feelings and I wasn't sure how to react. I just watched as she kept on sucking Brian's cock and licking his balls. Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm from behind.
"Found him!" yelled Lisa as I turned around to see who it was.
"Bring him in here," said Aunt Suzy.
This was the first time my mother saw me staring at her naked body. She slowly took her mouth off my cousin's cock and looked up at me with a wicked smile as a large line of drool extended from her mouth to the tip of Brian's cock. "Hi sweetie," she said calmly.
I couldn't speak; I just stared at her. What a fucking whore she was! How could my own mother do this to me? It was different for me; I'm young and was sort of pushed into this whole thing. But she's an adult and could've gotten up and walked away whenever she wanted.
"Mikey's learned a lot today," my aunt told my mom. "Let me show you, Jim sit up on the couch."
With that she took my hand and led me over to my uncle. He spread his legs and my aunt pushed me down before him.
"Show your mommy what you learned today. Show her what a good little cocksucker you are," my aunt continued.
"No way, he can't do that," said my mom as she looked on.
"Watch," said Aunt Suzy as she knelt down beside me and pushed my head toward my uncle's crotch. Uncle Jim took his cock and started to press the head against my lips. My aunt licked my ear as she whispered for me to open my mouth. Not knowing what else to do I complied and opened up as my uncle fed me his large cock.
"Oh my god!" my mom said as she started to laugh.
"Shit Mike!" exclaimed my sister.
"Oh fuck yeah... GOD!" said my uncle as he started to moan with pleasure at the blowjob that I was giving him.
"Is he good honey? Is he sucking your cock real good?" asked my aunt.
"Fuck, he's almost as good as Brian," said my uncle.
I just kept sucking up and down on his shaft, licking his head and tasting his precum in my mouth. After a few minutes my aunt pulled me off and laid me down on the floor.
"Spread yourself for your uncle," she said as she started to spread my legs and push my knees towards my head. I knew what she had in mind and grabbed my thighs as I pulled them towards me, giving everyone a good view of my asshole. My uncle just smiled and stroked himself as he got down and knelt before me.
"Wait, he can't do that," my mother said.
"Why, he liked it when Brian fucked him," said Aunt Suzy.
"Yeah, I fucked his pretty little ass good," laughed Brian.
"Mike, are you gay?" my sister asked me.
"Maybe," said my aunt. "He seems to like sucking cock."
"No," I strongly replied to my aunt. "I'm just doing what you tell me."
"That's right, and now I'm telling you to spread your ass cheeks so your Uncle Jim can fuck you good!" my aunt scolded me. I looked up at mom for support, but she just gazed at me as she stroked Brian's cock.
My uncle spit in his hand and then wiped it against my ass probing my hole with his finger. After letting out a little moan he spit in his hand again and wiped it on his cock. "Yes, that's it," my aunt moaned bending over to spit on my uncle's cock. "Make it nice and wet for him."
He stared at his cock as he slowly started to push it into my asshole. I soon started to feel the entire length of his cock fill my ass. This time around was different. Before I had my dick in my hot cousin and really didn't mind Brian's cock up my ass. But now it was just my uncle and me and I started to feel as if I was gay, seeing everyone in the room watching me with my legs spread and a cock up my ass. I looked at my mother as she was watching me get fucked, her hand working furiously on Brian's stiff cock. My aunt was kneeling next to us sticking her tongue in my uncle's mouth as they moaned together. My sister had found a new pussy to play with as she licked Lisa. Lisa was sitting up and moaning as she lightly pulled on my sister's ponytail.
Soon my cousin Brian flipped my mom over onto her back and rammed his dick into her snatch. She was turned away from me now and was just looking up at Brian. "Oh fuck yes, mmmm, fuck me," she moaned staring at Brian as sweat beat down his face.
"Oh god Carol," my aunt said looking over at my mom. "God let him fuck you, oh, my own son is fucking my sister." Aunt Carol was fingering herself at a rapid pace. She must've had at least 15 orgasms by now it seemed. I'll always remember her licking her lips, moaning and fingering herself whenever I looked at her. My sister picked her head up hearing mom and Aunt Suzy. "Oh mom," my sister Julie moaned as she made her way over to our mother.
"Oh mom, you look so beautiful. He has such a big cock, don't you like it? Oh mom I love you," said Julie as she started to lick my mother's nipples. My mom was groaning loudly as Brian fucked her brains out. Now I started to get angry. I couldn't believe my cousin was fucking my mom. What's more is I couldn't believe mom would let him. I was pissed that she wasn't watching me, that she was just concentrating on Brian. I was pissed that she hadn't asked me to fuck her, that she just grabbed the nearest cock and thrust it in her pussy.
Meanwhile my uncle was giving me a good pounding and I hadn't even noticed. "Oww," I started to cry as his cock was really starting to hurt me. He just kept on fucking me harder and deeper in my ass. Soon I was begging him to stop, as he seemed to be lost in a state of ecstasy. He opened his eyes, looked down on me and withdrew his cock. He looked over at his son fucking my mom and licked his lips.
"Oh, does the poor baby's ass hurt?" my aunt mocked over me.
I just lay there watching as my uncle made his way over to the couch. Brian slipped out of my mom and moved down on his back. Mom got up and lay on top of Brian, grabbing his cock and sticking it back in her now sopping wet pussy. Uncle Jim moved in behind mom and pushed his cock up her ass. I sat up and stared in disbelief as my mom rocked back and forth between the two men and their cocks. She moaned loudly as they fucked her hard. Aunt Suzy went ballistic as she watched her husband and son fuck her sister, moaning even louder and fucking herself with both hands. Julie and Lisa were looking up every so often from their 69.
I just sat there playing with myself, staring in amazement. I couldn't believe this was my mother being fucked by her nephew and brother-in-law. She loved every minute of it.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass hard!" she screamed. My uncle had his hands on her waist and pounded his cock in and out of mom's ass. Brian fucked my mom's pussy as he licked all over her big tits. He moved his mouth up and kissed my mother hard on the lips, their tongues playing with one another.
Soon my uncle was groaning and got off my mom. He stood up by the side of the couch and pulled my mom's hair back forcing her to sit up on Brian's cock.
"Mmmm, give it to me," mom pleaded.
"Uuggghhh," Uncle Jim moaned as he shot his load all over my mom's face and tits. "Yes, come all over her," commanded my aunt. Uncle Jim slapped his cock against my mother's face and wiped his cum all over her. Looking at his father come all over his aunt, Brian soon started to buck and moan. "Yes, come in her. Come in your auntie," Aunt Suzy said to Brian.
"No, he can't," mom said.
I remember that a year ago Dad got himself "fixed" so that my parents couldn't have any more children. I realized then that while dad couldn't get mom pregnant, my cousin could.
"Please, I'll get pregnant, just shoot it on my tits," mom begged Brian.
"NO," my aunt shouted as she jumped over to them on the couch. "Let him come in you. You know you want him to. Just let it come inside you," Aunt Suzy said as she held my mother down on top of her son.
That was it! I was just about to jump up and pull my mother off Brian when I heard her say, "Yes, do it. Come inside me Brian. Come inside your auntie's pussy! Please, I need it soooo bad!"
With that Brian let out one last grunt and filled my mom's belly with his hot cum. "Oh fuck yes," moaned my aunt loudly as she came all over the rug. I had never seen a woman come before, but she kept fingering herself as fluid came out of her pussy and coated her hand and the carpet below. When my mother came back down from her high she got off my cousin and rubbed my uncle's cum all over her titties. My sister asked our mother if that meant we were going to have a little brother or sister, and she just replied "maybe."
Mom and Aunt Suzy tongued one another as they looked over at me. "Looks like your son is jealous," my aunt said as they both laughed at me. "He's pissed that his cousin and uncle got to fuck his mom before him." It was true, I was jealous, but also pissed at my mom for letting Brian come inside her. Mom continued laughing as she crawled over to me like a cock-crazed slut hungry for cum.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry, did you want to fuck me?" she asked mocking me. "I thought you were gay."
"I'M NOT FUCKING GAY!" I shouted at her.
"Well then why don't you show me," she said lying down on her back next to me.
"Do it Mike," my sister said. "Fuck mom good."
I crawled in between her legs and knelt before my own naked mom. I looked down at her and saw Brian's cum leaking out of her pussy and onto her thighs. I put my cockhead at the entrance of her pussy and pushed it in as I moved on top of her. "Ooooohhh, yes, that's it baby," moaned mom.
"I'll bet he's wanted this for such a long time," said Aunt Suzy.
"Is that true baby, have you wanted to fuck your mommy?" asked mom as I started to fuck her. Not knowing what else to say in that predicament I replied, "Yes."
"Then do it," she said, "fuck your mom."
I started to pump harder than I had with either Aunt Suzy or Lisa. Soon I was fucking her even harder than Brian had. Part of it was that I now knew she was a whore and liked being fucked hard. The other part was that I was still so fucking pissed at her for being such a whore that my anger came out in my fucking.
Then mom did something I'll never forget. She reached up and kissed me full on the lips. When our kiss broke she looked into my eyes and said, "I love you so much." We then kissed again, this time her tongue slipped into my mouth and I greeted it with my own. After that I didn't pay attention to my aunt or anyone else in the room. I was making love to my mother and loving every second of it. Soon I felt how warm and wet her pussy was, and the incredible sensation it sent through every inch of my body. I looked down at my mother, her face glistening with sweat and cum. I kissed and licked her all over her face. I clamped my mouth over her nipples and sucked them vigorously. I pumped my cock into my own mother and soon felt myself about to come.
"Yes baby, do it. Come in mommy, come in my pussy, please," she moaned looking right into my eyes.
I couldn't hold back any longer, even though I wanted to so bad. I wanted to continue fucking my mother forever. But soon I felt that familiar feeling and was soon dumping load after load of semen into my mother's womb. She squealed with excitement as I came inside her. I looked at her when I was done and we kissed for several minutes before I lied on top of her and we cuddled, my cock still buried in her warm, damp cunt.
After that, we all cleaned up and mom agreed with my aunt to let my sister and I stay overnight. My mom later brought my father over after dinner and they "caught" my sister and I fucking on the edge of my aunt's hot tub. It was all just another scheme by my aunt to get my dad into their little "incest club." My dad put up a fight at first, but once he saw Lisa walk over to him naked and grab his cock through his pants, he didn't struggle too much. The best was when we all watched dad fuck Julie. He kept moaning about how much he's always wanted to fuck her. He came all over her sexy little body and mom licked up every drop.
Later, mom had a little boy and Julie and I had a little brother. We're still not sure who the father is, I mean, who's going to take a blood test? Although, everyone says he has the same eyes as me.
Mommy Gets It Twice
Dislaimer: This stories are for adults only and include graphic and sometimes shocking content. The stories in this collection are provided for your entertainment. This is a not a true story..... although in my real fantasy, the names would be different but I can't risk that since my family surfs the net!.... I love my mother and my sisters believe me, but truthfully, I know there is exactly zero chance of anything like this story really happening!
Note: This story contains adult content with incest, cheating, anal sex and gangbang...
Paul opened the locked door. Home finally! Paul then walked to his room. He had had a bad day at school. Damn! It was just one of those days. He replayed the day's events in his head. How he got into a fight with one of the guys and was now home early after being sent home by the principal....
"Well, at least now I have time to surf the net!" he thought to himself, as he flopped down onto the couch.
Just then, he heard a grunt-like sound from his parents' room.
Paul also heard a few creaking sounds that sounded like the bed moving up and down extremely fast. He turned around. Thinking it was weird to hear such a sound from his parents' bedroom (His father shouldn't be around, he should be at his manager job which his uncle Francis had given him out of pity when he lost his previous job and his mother was well known for going out in the afternoon) Who could be there at three in the evening?
He then slowly crept to the door of the bedroom and opened it slightly. He was gripped with fear of the unknown as well as excitement at wondering what was happening behind the doors. He had a shock when he peered into the slight crack (no pun intended!) he had made when he opened the door slightly.
There was his mother, Fauony completely nude in a very tight embrace with his extremely wealthy uncle, Francis. His mother was hugging tightly his uncle while softer slurpy sounds could be heard coming from what he was sure was the union of his uncle's cock and his mother's cunt.
He scrutinised his mothers' body.....his mother was in her late 40s not exactly Playboy material but she had wonderfully abundant breasts, with brown aurolaes crowned by nipples which by now were fully erect and sticking out like pencil erasers. Paul realized this was the first time he had thought of his mother sexually. She was plump so isn't exactly a babe...
At first, he thought that his uncle was forcing himself on his mother since she was such a prude... but as he scrutinised the scene , he realized, his mother was not pushing to get away from uncle Francis, she was doing it to grind her cunt against his cock .
"More....more....fuck......aaaahhhhh...aaaahhhh...Thank you Francis....my husband never gave me such pleasure...make me pregnant.....give me a bastard..... " his mother , who was now rocking to the rhythm of his uncle's thrusting like a bitch in heat, moaned.
Francis was by now working his mouth over her erected nipples while pulling Fauony's body even closer to his. "I gave your husband the job, now do yours...NOW!" he said as his mouth lingered on her nipples, which Paul could see was now totally drenched in saliva and swollen.
He pushed in deeper and deeper and by now his mother was totally into it and hugging uncle Francis tighter and tighter while saying "Deeper... deeper.... please..... aaaahhhh....aaahhhhhh....."
Paul watched his mother come, the obvious ecstacy on her face.....and then saw his uncle reaching his climax.
"Oh....oh....Fauony.....Fauony...honey....I love you.....fuck Kader (my father), please promise me......you'll....aahhhh...I LOVE YOU!!!!!" he shouted as he came in her.
He pulled her even closer to him, biting her nipples till she was shouting "Ow....my tits..... aahhhh...harder....harder."
They then both kissed each other deeply.......and she said something he did not believe "I love you Francis...with all my heart....I know you think that I am fucking you only because you gave my husband the job, but the truth is, I love you....."
She then took out her wedding ring which my father spent $10000 on and put it on my uncle's finger...."I am your wife now.....fuck me everyday....please....make me pregnant...just make sure my stupid fucker of a husband is busy when we do it."
He then kissed her tight on her lips before letting her go and releasing his now flaccid cock from her already loose cunt, causing a pop sound. Paul finally observed his mother's cunt, now in full view when earlier, was obstructed by the obvious fucking his uncle was giving her. Her bush was hairier than most he had seen and the slits of her cunt looked extremely loose, with cum still streaming out slowly from her cunt.
Paul then got angry with the entire situation. How the fuck could she do this to his father...who was working so hard......how could she just give herself like some fucking slut to his father's brother just because of lust.....how could she, who had acted such a prude before....educating him that sex was only for those he really loved and not anything to be played around about....not to have sex before marriage...all of that was a fucking sham.....
Paul rushed in and shouted "Mom, you bitch!" This caught the attention of both Francis and his mother who turned.
"Paul... it's... it's not what you think..." his mother said.
She then went over to him and whispered in his ear. "Uncle Francis gave your father his job....you think with your father's credentials he could be anything more than a labourer? Please, I am just repaying his faith in your father....he deserves it...I deserve it....."
It was at this point when she realized the tent at the front of her son's pants. "Son, let me make you feel good too...." She then kissed Paul on the lips, to which Paul responded, to his own surprise.
"Wanna touch mommy's breasts?" He looked at her mammaries in awe. He studied her tits. The lovely puppies already had a sag to them, but her nipples were big....the biggest he had ever seen. He then slowly realized that this was what he wanted ...he was not angry that he mother was seeking pleasure from other guys...but from the fact that the other guy was not him.
He loved his mother....and he realized he loved her more than a normal son would...he wanted to give her more....he wanted them to experience TRUE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE....the love that could only be done if they were not separated by society frowning on such a lovely and correct activity. TRUE love was showing your mother how much you love her.....and he loved her far too much not to appreciate that body.....
He slowly moved him mouth on her now unerect nipple.
"Ummm....suck son....please suck..."He felt the brown nipple come erect in his mouth. He then moved over to her other nipple. "Ohhh....son...kiss me..."
He then followed her instructions.....he slowly made his way over her bulging belly, and his mouth went over her pubic mound....he slowly kissed her there.....and then he went to her cunt and his tongue slipped naturally in between her slit....."oooohhhh...yes kiss mommy there...." He continued doing so till he heard his mother groan and felt her cunt pulling his tongue in....he felt her juices filling his mouth and sucked on his uncle's cum as well......
Paul then quickly opened his clothes and joined his mother in bed. He then slowly mounted his mother and put his cock into her cunt.... The hole when he originated from.....it felt so right, to finally come back to the hole where he came from....He then started pushing into the hole and felt his mother's tight cunt pull at his cock.....
He pushed and pushed till he reached her womb....his point of origin....he was thrusting and his mother thrusting back when he realized it was suddenly getting extremely tight, his cock was really being squeezed.....he then looked over to the other side and realized that uncle Francis by now had his cock buried deep within his mother's shit-hole, corn-holing her.... He pushed her harder, now being connected with his uncle and mother at the same time....
He looked at his mother's stomach and realise her stomach was bulging, apparently trying its best to accommodate both cocks in it. It was bulging ridiculously at the front and his mother seemed to be in pain. However, her moans meant she liked it and Paul pushed in further to deeper moans from his mother. A lovely family in a loving scene.
HIS MOTHER WAS BEING SANDWICHED LIKE AN OREO COOKIE!!!!! He felt the tip of his uncle's cock touching his own in her womb, he pushed back to allow his uncle to feel his cock as well....Paul bit both her nipples and licked them, he realized then that he had an Oedipus complex.....but questioned himself.
If God did not want guys to have the complex, why was it God made women seduce their children with milk filled breasts when they were young? he thought. He stopped short of that thought when he felt a gush... His mother then pulled him closer and told him in the ear
"I love you son....more than anything else in the world. Thank you for this....this is more than any mother has any right to ask....."
"Ooooowww...mom.....I'm coming!" Paul said as he came, gush after gush of hot sperm filling his mother's love hole.
At the same time, his uncle seemed to groan and come in his mother shit-hole ,who was by now sweating and crying...."Oh....thank you....thank you ....aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ........... aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh"she groaned as she came pulling her son's cock with her cunt.
"Make me pregnant son...please.....make me .......I need the product of our love to have something to show for our love........make me..... ccccccccoooooooommmmmmeeee," she said as globs after globs of incestuous seed made themselves comfortable deep inside her....he felt the hot gush of sperm from his uncle fill her up as well, so much so that cum was dripping out of her cunt and asshole, there was some shit coming out of her ass as well, covering his uncle's cock, acting as a natural lubricant to allow for further fucking.
She was by now hugging Paul and he was still pushing in and his uncle was pushing him into his mother.....they were so tight his mother fainted then "THANK YOU... AARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!" She lost conciousness as she came.....
Paul then latched his mouth on an erected nipple and slept with his uncle and mother in that "OREO" position with his uncle hugging his mother from the back...all was forgiven...
He understood how much he loved his mother finally. All that time while seeing his uncle fucking his mother was not ANGER...but JEALOUSY.....he wanted , no , needed to be the one to love his mother in this way. They pushed slowly further into her and the three slept wonderfully in that loving embrace, all drenched with sweat and cum now leaking from his mother's now over enlarged holes onto the bed.
Afternote: A few months later, my mother was pregnant with our love child.....but that's another story is it not?
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I know this is not an "educational" piece but I feel that I need to justify my feeling for incest. I feel that it is OK for family to commit incest, but only if all parties are willing. Even Adam's children did it, so obviously they felt the same type of love as Paul did above. Incest is committed in almost all animals and researchers also admit mothers and sons share a sort of sexual experience while breast feeding and that Oedipus complex is very common in most people's lives. I love my sisters and mother more than I would ever be allowed to show and I think that it is very sad. A loving family is one that FULLY accepts each other....not to shortchange each other when it comes to sex. Society is wrong, INCEST IS BEST. Hopefully, society would change its feelings soon......
Note: These are purely my personal views and not the views of others. I would also never "do it" to my family members as they do not share my point of view and society would view all of us at outcasts even if we did, which I repeat, WE DON'T! Again, I wish to stress this is a fantasy that will never be acted out. If you feel like acting it out, seek HELP IMMEDIATELY. Do not spoil the lives of your loved ones esp. if they do not accept such views. In fact, even if they allow these views, IT'S AGAINST THE LAW!!!!. If you do not listen, I claim my disclaimer, DO NOT DESTROY THE LIVES OF OTHERS THEY MAY LOVE YOU....
Melinda was so beautiful to Rob. When Rob looked at her his stomach would do flip-flops. Just to hear her voice was enough for him usually, but sometimes, he just had to look at her, the way she seemed to glide as he watched her walk. At age 14 Rob was a scrawny kid, skinny to the point he appeared malnourished, yet though the youngest of nine children, he ate as much as a grown adult most meals and always asked for seconds if Mom had prepared her usual staggering amount of food for her large family.
Rob's mother and Melinda's sister, Betty or Bet as Rob's dad usually called her was a stout woman. Not overly plump, just well proportioned for the amount of bone and muscle she possessed. Tall and big boned, Bet's breasts were probably 40DD. Her hips were at least 38 inches but her waist was trim and no apron belly could be seen if she had one. Rob sometimes speculated what his mother looked like with no clothes on. Try as he might, he couldn't visualize her nude like the women he saw in his dad's Playboy and Penthouse magazines.
His mother had caught her housedress on a bush one time while working in the yard and unaware her hem was fastened to the shrubbery, continued walking and ripped it up to her hip.
Rob was agog to see her thigh as she knelt to unfasten the material. Wide-eyed and staring, Rob tried to get closer without being obvious as his mother worked on the vexing problem. Finally dad came over with his pocketknife and cut the limb off when she called to him.
As big and handsome a woman as Bet was, Rob's dad was totally opposite. Standing only about 5' 6" tall, his wife was a good 4 inches taller and undoubtedly weighed more than his 165 lb. He wore a beard and when asked why, would always reply, "Cause there's enough ugly in the world, no reason to add my two cents to it!"
Duane McIntyre was as sensible as sensible could be. His only vices were snuff and an occasional sip of cold beer or a shot of whiskey. As far back as he could remember, Rob had never seen his dad get mad or utter a curse. Once he had asked Melinda if she had ever heard her brother-in-law curse. She frowned and slowly said, "Well there was the time the tractor rolled over on top of him in the ditch and when the neighbors showed up, he asked them to get the damned thing off him. But other than that, I don't think I have!"
Life on their small farm was as peaceful and commonplace as life usually is. So it was when Rob came home from school one day 3 years later and found his dad sitting in the recliner with a bottle of Jack Daniel in his hand, life for Rob and the other kids changed. Marie, Ethel, Kim, and Bonny were boohooing in the kitchen; Matt, Thad, and George were in the family room huddled in a discussion. Melinda and Beth were out back in the screened in backporch preparing vegetables for dinner.
It took a while, but eventually Rob found out his mother had prepared their breakfast, went upstairs and took a shower, put on the nicest outfit she had and packed a bag and told Duane she was leaving!
At first Duane thought she was going to visit her mother or her other sister, Irene, but no, she said, "No Duane, I'm leaving for good. I'm leaving you!"
That was 12 years ago, and nobody has seen her since. His dad had people looking for her, but she was never found. A few days before his 29th birthday, Rob and Melinda had been talking about what he would like for his birthday dinner. At 37, Melinda had never married or dated as far as he knew. Melinda had begun filling the role of mother to the family after Betty left.
Rob's dad had started drinking heavily after Betty left and although he worked and provided for the family, the burden had fallen on each eldest child to help until they too left home. Now only Beth, Rob, and Melinda remained. Beth had gotten married but had become a young widow and moved back home. She dated occasionally, but wasn't serious about any man. Each of the other children had married or gone off to seek their fortune and now Duane's grandchildren numbered more than 28 and he had 2 great-grandchildren as well.
When the family got together, which was about 2 or 3 times a year for those living far away, nothing much was said about their mother. In their hearts, generally speaking, each of them wished she could see her grandchildren and they wished to see her because she had been a good mother, loving and kind, always a kind word and a smile for each child.
The Christmas holidays were rapidly approaching and Rob's dad had been feeling poorly. Rob had noticed he had cut back considerably on the booze and although he had no idea why, felt better knowing his dad wasn't drinking nearly as much.
After deciding on a birthday menu with Melinda, he kissed her on the cheek and went in to check on his dad. Duane sat in the recliner and watched a game show on TV. Rob patted his dad's shoulder and said, "Hey Dad, let's go shopping. Buy some Christmas presents!"
With a smile, Duane looked up at him and replied, "Now that sounds like a good idea! Let's do that!"
Turning back to look in the Kitchen, Rob called, "Hey Melinda, Beth, Let's go Christmas Shopping!"
His answer was squeals followed by giggles as the women hurried to finish up and get their purses and coats. It was almost like old times, everybody piling in the car, (Rob had just bought a spiffy new Pontiac Gran Prix), jabbering excitedly and urging Rob to hurry and drive to the mall several miles away.
The new auto was powerful and Rob loved the feel of the way it handled. Not quite like a sports car, yet soft enough a long drive wasn't terribly tiring.
Looking in his rear view mirror, his heart would jump up in his throat, as Melinda would notice him looking at her. She would smile at him and wink or make kissy face at him. Beth would start giggling and the next thing Rob and Duane knew everyone had the giggles.
As they drove within sight of the mall, Rob asked the ladies where they wanted to go first and of course they wanted to go to a gigantic women's clothing store to check out the latest styles. Rob agreed and asked his dad where he wanted to go, knowing he would say Wal-mart but asked anyway!
Duane sat staring out the window as Rob looked over at him. He repeated his question, "Dad, where do you want to go first?"
Reaching over to pat his dad's shoulder, he heard his dad make a sound sort of like he was gulping, then his head moved slowly forward to come to rest against the side glass.
Rob's heart stopped as he pressed the artery in his dad's throat and felt nothing. Beth leaned forward and grabbed her dad's forehead and as she did, blood gushed from his left ear. Blood began trickling out of his nose and the corners of his mouth.
Screeching to a stop, Rob jumped out and ran to the passenger's side of the car. When he opened the door, his Dad's arm fell limply out to dangle beside the seat and come to rest on the doorpost.
Melinda had the presence of mind to grab her cell phone and dial 911. Almost immediately a police officer drove up to them with lights flashing and the officer helped Rob lay his dad on a blanket Beth had gotten from the Rob's trunk. An ambulance arrived just scant moments later and paramedics began taking vital signs and talking rapidly over the portable communications center they carried with them. Finally one of the paramedics walked over to Rob and shook her head no. Rob's dad was gone. Nothing could be done.
As Rob stood looking at his dad laying on the blanket of the parking lot, tears welled up in his eyes and he began sobbing as he had when he was a little boy and his mom would hold him and say, "There, there, honey! Nothing is as bad as it seems!"
As he stood there helplessly sobbing, a warm soft arm went around his waist and pulled him towards the car. Helping him to sit down, Rob saw through his tears the face of the woman whom he had loved more than anyone in his young life. Melinda took his chin in her hand and began wiping the tears from his cheeks with a linen handkerchief and as she did, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Kissing him again, the warmth and sweetness of her kiss on his lips made his pain more bearable.
Through the agony of his pain and suffering, Melinda softly spoke, "Rob darling, I love you and only you. I've never told you and I'm sorry. But I love you more than anyone or anything in this world and I'm so sorry you've lost your dad, but you have Beth and I now. We'll look after you and care of you for as long as you need us."
Then as the words of her confession sank in to his confused mind, he felt Beth beside him as she leaned down to kiss his lips. Sweetly, Beth pulled his cheek into her bosom as Melinda pressed her bosom on the other cheek. Quietly Beth spoke, "Rob you're my bother, but I've been in love with you, as has Melinda for longer than either of us remember."
Turning to look at Melinda, Rob came to the realization that not only had he lost a father, he had discovered two totally insane women to deal with. His father's death must have made something snap inside their minds. Looking at them from where he sat, they looked sane, they appeared normal under the circumstances, but the fact remained they had both snapped inside their minds. No doubt about it.
Finally managing to smile at them, he said, "Melinda, Beth, I know that we've had some hard times. My mother leaving, managing a household with 9 kids and a drunk who sat each night drinking himself into a stupor. Beth, you lost your husband before you were married a year. It's enough to make anyone lose their reasoning. But right now, we've got to plan a funeral, take care of dad's will and get everything squared away. Can I count on you to help me?"
The two women looked at each other and arched their eyebrows and turned to look at Rob at the same time. Melinda said, "Do you think we're crazy?" Beth stood looking at him with the oddest expression on her face before she said, "Well? Do you?"
Rob started to speak and couldn't find the words. Melinda said to Beth, "Oh my god! He does. He thinks we've lost our minds!"
Finally Rob stood up and stepping away from them, said, "Look! I don't know what I think. All I can tell you right now is I just lost my dad, the two people in the world that mean the most to me are beginning to worry me to death and I just can't deal with this right now! Let's do what we have to do and talk about this after everything else is squared away! You two OK with that?"
Both ladies silently nodded OK!
Getting in the backseat of the car, he barked at Melinda, "YOU DRIVE!"
Melinda and Beth were the perfect hosts during the 5 worst days of Rob's life. All the sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and in-laws and outlaws were there.
Family, Friends, and neighbors filled the church and spilled out on the lawn.
Rob wanted desperately to climb in the coffin with his dad and forget the whole thing. His boss where he worked, (Rob had a degree in computer science and was the manager of information technology of a large banking corporation), told him to take as much time as he needed. Rob gratefully shook his hand and replied he would feel better if he came back to work as soon as possible. His boss simply said, "It's up to you, but take a few days off anyway OK?"
At last all the good-byes were said and the house quickly became quiet except for Melinda and Beth taking care of things.
Rob discovered he felt better if he sat in the recliner his dad had sat in so he clicked on the TV and settled back to relax and catch up on the news.
Leaning back as the TV droned on, Rob quickly drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Some time later, he stirred and began to wake up. Then he realized he wasn't awake, he was dreaming.
In the all too real dream, Melinda walked up to him and sat down on the carpet by his feet, as he gazed at her full, firm, breasts and aureole could be clearly seen through the thin material of the negligee she wore.
She was sitting Indian fashion with her legs crossed and as his gaze traveled down, he could see that her negligee lacked enough material to cover her lower abdomen.
A thick thatch of dark brown hair nestled cosily between her thighs.
Then Beth walked over to sit on the opposite side and she too was wearing only a thin negligee. Large breasted, as her mother had been, the large aureole and nipple of each breast poked saucily at the material. Rob smiled and said to himself, "Man what a dream! GOD I wish I could wake up and it were really happening!"
Returning his gaze at his sister, he lingered on the curly blonde hairs of her pussy and licked his lips. Then Melinda rose up and taking his hand started to lead him from the living room.
With a start, Rob realized he wasn't dreaming, this was really happening. He stopped and as he did, Melinda said, "I love you darling, I know you love me, please don't be difficult! Please?"
Behind him, Beth continued, "Yes dearest, Melinda and I love you. We love each other as sisters, we are willing to share you if you're willing to have us!"
Tears welled up in Rob's eyes as he began to understand that these two women really did love him. They weren't crazy, well maybe crazy in love, but not mentally ill. Just in love.
Both women began crying and each moved to press against him. Putting his arms around each waist, he walked with them up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Rob had been with a few women. He wasn't an adept lover, but he knew enough of the basics he always managed to make his partners happy.
Beth and Melinda removed their negligee and lay down on the bed. Rob nervously began taking his clothes off and for the first time realized how big a job he had ahead of him.
He had to be even-handed. He had to treat each woman equally, no special preferences, whatever he did with and for one had to be done for the other.
As he started to get into bed to join them, Beth swung her legs over the side and made room for him in the middle. He lay stiffly between them and asked, "How did you know I loved you guys as women instead of as Aunt and sister?"
Melinda giggled and replied, "Well for one thing, I would catch you looking at me and either you had a large mouse in your pocket or you were really glad to be looking at me!"
Beth giggled, "You really didn't think I was so stupid that I didn't notice you looking at my tits? Besides, I saw you peeping in at me as I shaved my legs in the bathroom, I saw you rubbing your cock through your underwear!"
Melinda said, "Now be quiet you two and listen!" Rob and Beth lay as still as possible. She looked at each of them and said, "Good, now this is how it has to work. You sleep with me on even numbered days and with Beth on odd numbered days."
Rob cleared his throat and said, "Uhh how bout we all sleep together? Why do we have to sleep apart? We all love each other, we all understand each other, why can't we just be a happy family and make love as our needs come on us?" Both women turned to kiss him and as their breasts moved against his arms and chest, he said, "See? How simple it really is? The first hurdle we have to cross is when I'm making love to one or the other of you, you will just have to be patient and wait your turn!"
Melinda cleared her throat and said, "No that isn't the first hurdle, the first one is who gets pregnant first! Beth and I want to fill this house with children again. Happy children laughing and being loved by their parents." Looking at Beth and Rob with tears in her eyes, she said, "You lost your mother and had none, our children will have two mothers and a loving and caring father who will never forsake them!"
Later that night, Rob moved between Melinda's thighs and felt her lips press against his in the darkness. His cock pressed against her pussy lips and moved slowly inside. He had just finished fucking Beth and now she lay on her side caressing Melinda's hair as Melinda and Rob fucked.
Beth moved closer to the two lovers and pressed her hand in between Rob's straining thighs to reach down and cup his balls as he rhythmically stroked inside Melinda. Beth whispered, "I love you Rob. I love you Melinda!"
As Rob felt Melinda's approaching orgasm, he pressed harder inside her as she pleaded for his cock to go deeper and harder. Melinda had given up her hymen on this night and Rob's love for these two women knew no bounds as she suddenly lifted her abdomen to press harder to his cock inside her slippery sheath as he felt her cuntal channel clutching at his hard cock.
With a groan he started ejaculating inside Melinda as she moaned in orgasmic ecstasy and as his nut sack drew up, Beth vigorously rubbed it as he came.
That was the fourth time he had shot his load in less than 3 hours. He needed to rest as he rolled off Melinda after he kissed her passionately. No sooner had he went on his back, Beth's sweet lips engulfed his cock and in spite of his exhaustion and so many orgasms, he heard Beth say, "Oh God Melinda, he's getting hard again! Hooray!" But that's another story!
Disclaimer: This story is for adults only and include graphic and sometimes shocking content. It is provided for your entertainment. If it does not amuse you, do not read it. In particular, if you are not interested in reading about sex between people too closely related to marry, you are in the wrong place.
This is a not a true story... although in my real fantasy, the names would be different but I can't risk that since my family surfs the net!.... I love my mother and my sisters believe me, but truthfully, I know there is exactly zero chance of anything like this story really happening!!!
Paul sat on his bed and looked at the Greenish liquid in the small bottle. It looked ugly. He squirmed. He thought about the man who gave it to him when he offered some loose change to the shabby-looking stranger who was sitting in the alley near his house as he came home from school.
"Take it, it would be the answer to all ye problems" the man had said.
"How so, my dear old man?" Paul had enquired, flabbergasted that his few pennies he passed to the man actually reaped something in return.
"You'll see, just use it on yourself," the man replied, putting an evil grin across his face.
Paul was in disbelief. Yeah right, this green stuff would be the answer to all my problems. Paul sighed. At 19, he was still a virgin. The number of dates he had gone on can be counted with one hand. He sure ain't having a great time in love, is he?
Sighing again, he put the liquid in his drawer and went to bathroom. He just had to pee. He stood outside the bathroom and waited as he heard the shower in the bathroom running.
"Who's inside? I really have to go!" he shouted.
"Wait your turn, bonehead!" his 15 year old only sister, Jessica, replied.
"I would, but my $@#$!!! Bladder won't!" he said in earnest.
Jessica didn't seem to bother. Standard practice from his sister. Short of dropping dead, his sister could not give so much as a thought to him. His mother was gone till two days more, she was visiting her sick uncle, so he had no one to complain to. (His father was attached in Singapore, and had been for the past few months.)
He turned the knob and much to his surprise, the bathroom was not locked. He decided to try his luck. It would be better being caught in the bathroom with his sister rather than pee OUTSIDE the bathroom, which he was about to do anyway.
He sneaked inside, his first thoughts solely on entertaining his bladder. He then started relieving himself.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! You Pervert!" he heard his sister scream.
He turned towards the see-thru shower compartment that was in the bathroom.
"How dare you come in when I was... was..." his sister said in rage.
"I'm sorry, I just had to." He replied, taking in for the first time the view of his sister in the buff.
That few seconds, he surveyed his sister maturing body for the first time. She had already cross her arms over her breasts, but the tanned breasts, full as they were, were spilling out. He could see the top of her wrinkling aureoles, obviously wrinkled when in touch with the cold water. However, as she covered her breasts with her hands, she had only crossed her legs. Paul took the view down there. He copped an incestuous look at the extremely bushy black pubic hair covering her love-hole. He swelled with pride at the thought that it was his sister. His other "brother" swelled as well, not with pride, but lust.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" his sister hissed.
She turned and faced the wall.
"Just fuck off," she said.
"Look, I'm sorry... I," but his voice trailed off, knowing that she would not be bothered with an explanation anyway.
He walked out and went back to his room to jack off. God knows she would start being in his fantasies now, he thought.
The next day, he awoke and bathed as well as getting dressed. He then took out the bottle, spraying a slight amount on himself. It did seem to have a slight horny effect on him.
Well, here goes nothing, he thought.
He went down to the living room after wearing his attire.
There, he saw his sister on the couch. Apparently, she was skipping school again. God, the liquid was having an effect on him. He noticed her short skirt that flirted around her hips and the fact that she was not wearing a bra, her nipples clearly in need of relief pushing against her tight T-Shirt. God, she looked so fucking hot!
"Sis, I'm goin' now," he said.
She turned around.
"What perfume are you wearing?" she asked inquisitively.
"I donna actually, just some old stuff," he replied.
She stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the door.
She then gave him a deep kiss, tongue to tongue. He felt her inside him. Their bodies melted together. He pulled away from her.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Come on, I'm just sorry for what happened yesterday, that is all. You liked what you saw yesterday didn't you,? Come on your cock was bulging", she teased. She twirled her hair.
"Don't you like me big brother?" she asked, leaning forward to kiss him again.
He could not resist, not such a hot babe. Their mouths melted together, tongue wrestling with tongue. They parted.
Paul pulled up his sister's T-Shirt, revealing her two ripe apples, there for the picking. He examined her treasures. Her breasts were abundant, topped by wrinkled brown nipples, the size of silver dollars. Her nipples jutted out. Her breasts just looked so wonderful. He lowered his lips to her mounds of flesh, his tongue licking the erected toys of joy. He could be so satisfied just being linked to her milk jugs but his cock was stirring and he just had to find out how tight his sister was.
He slowly released her skirt and saw her pink panties, hiding a girl's greatest secret. He squeezed her panties, and immediately felt her wetness. She on the other hand, had already stripped him of his shorts, allowing his cock the full freedom to reach its full potential of 8 inches.
"Oh, Paul," she sighed.
He pulled down her panties, observing her dark triangle of pubic hair that was very much existent. He pulled himself from kissing her breasts and lowered his tongue, lowering it over her belly button and than into the deepest areas of a woman. He used his tongue to part the slit that was hiding behind the forest of pubic hair, the slit that represented her womanhood. She groaned, pulling him deeper, allowing him access to places no brother was supposed to go or enjoy.
"Oh... Paul... OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She them came gushing her juices all over his face as he slowly slid his tongue up her body again and found his lips on her neck, making small hickeys.
He then pushed his cock into her love hole, which was extremely tight. He pushed till he felt a little resistance. He then realised his sister was still very much a fresh virgin. He pushed in, not meaning to hurt the girl he so loved, but wanting to be the first to enjoy her fully, to embrace her love and to make hot, passionate love to her. He could see small drops of blood dripping down from her vagina, from being invaded for the first time. He could also see her pink cuntlips enveloping themselves over his cock, protecting it. He felt a sudden connection with his sister.
The resistance in her cunt finally broke. She was no longer a virgin. Her cherry had been taken by her brother!! By now, the two siblings were fucking and frenching like lovers. He went deeper and deeper in her, coupling with his sister in a way no siblings should be together. They rocked together, each thrust by him met by an equally forceful thrust by her.
He pushed in wildly and got connected with her womb. It felt so right being there. Siblings showing each other the meaning of being in love, unconditional love. He felt himself coming to a climax.
"Oh Sis, I'm gonna cum," he said, trying to pull away, not wanting to impregnate her.
However, her legs now enveloping his hips, pushed him back in, to the point of her womb again.
"Cum in me, big brother..." she said huskily.
He could not take it. He thrust his cock in and met her womb, cumming spurt after spurt of incestuous cum into her womb, impregnating her womb with their incestuous child, he was sure. She continued pushing him in with her legs, touching regions of her no man would be able to claim after her own brother's successful mount. She knew right there and then that this would be her most ultimate sex that she would ever have. No man could give her the unconditional love that her brother surely had for her. How could something so right be so wrong?
"Oh... oh... Jessica... sis..." Paul moaned, continuing to eject spurt after spurt of young healthy sperm all chasing after his little sister's eggs.
They kissed each other. Their climax was over. They had done it.
Paul kept his cock lodged in his sister still not believing the scenario he had just got into. Two days ago, he'd think his sister was a goddamn bitch, now, he thought that they had fucked like she was a bitch in heat. Ironic?
"Why Jess... why this sudden errr... emotion?" Paul asked as he continued kissing her neck.
"I dunno Paul, I just took a whiff of your perfume and God, you just seemed so fucking sexy there and then." She said, while responding to his kisses with occasional groans.
Oh fuck, Paul thought, it works!
TWO DAYS LATER
The bell rang. 5 o'clock! Time to leave, Paul thought. He smiled. His mind was not on the Mathematics lecture going on. His mind ran through the events over the past two days... what happened earlier with his sister.
He smiled again. He had went to bathe after what had happened; apparently to ensure nothing of the same sort happened in school; his record in school was good, he did not want to tarnish it by getting a lecture in premarital sex in the principal office if he got caught.
School was over. He walked out of the school building to his old dilapidated car.
Sigh, some things never change, Paul thought.
As he drove back home, he had thought of the possibilities that lay before him with this perfume: getting fresh with his teacher, or getting revenge with the bitch of the school, Jocelyn, who wouldn't give him a second look otherwise, or getting fresh with the cheerleaders. Whatever it was, he was amazingly realistic considering he has a normal sized teenage sex drive. He knew not to squander too much, too quickly. He had to make sure, just in case, to have some handy later on if he were ever to pass a girl the like of Jennifer Love Hewitt or Sarah Michelle Gellar on the road.
He had reached home. He parked his car in the garage. When he went in, he saw his sister on the couch in the living room watching TV. The Practice must be on, Paul guessed. His sister, Jessica, had been distanced from him ever since the day he took her virginity. Almost as if she regretted what had happened, she had came in the next day to apologise for her behaviour that induced him to make love to his own sister. When he tried to hug her to assure her that he did not mind the incident one bit, she moved away. He decided not to press the matter but was nonetheless feeling guilty for making his own sister act like a slut that fateful day.
"Listen, about that day..." Paul started.
"Oh Paul... Don't speak, I'm really really sorry... I love you, I'd like to, no, love to make love to you again, but I... I can't... it's incest don't you understand?" she said, giving him the puppy eyes.
"But sis, if we liked it so much..." Paul protested.
"Stop... I love you..." she replied, giving him a peck on the cheek and she went back to her room, switching off the TV along the way, locking the door.
Paul sighed. That was another indication that the power of the perfume should not be wasted, that it should only be used when absolutely needed. He loved his sister, and did not want her to be scarred by their love the other day. He loved her too much for her to be scarred.
He went into his room, locking the door and resting on his bed. Was it worth it?, he asked. One night of pleasure for a life of scarring your own sister.' Well, at least his mother, was coming back that night. Finally, something normal back into their lives. Something his sister desperately needed.
He lay there thinking of the day their lives changed. How he tasted the salts on his sister's firm, tight body. How her cunt had enveloped his cock, signalling the union of brother and sister, and how her tight hole had pulled and sucked at every last spurt of sperm that came out of his cock. How they fucked the whole day long, Paul missing school for the err.. Activity at home. How when they were fully spent, she had trouble to get up with her cunt so full of his love that it was oozing out of her love hole, dripping down her thighs.
Before he knew it, he realised his right hand was pistoning up and down his cock to incestuous thoughts of his sister. He came, thinking about how saltish her nipples were, wrinkled as they were during that day of passion. He was asleep.
Paul awoke with a start. Huh?
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!" he heard again, it sounded like his sister!
Paul ran out of his room into his sister's room. He saw his scantily-clad sister, in bra and panties, at the side of the cupboard.
"Huh?" he said, out loud.
"There's a big cockroach in my bed!" his sister shouted, gesturing wildly to the bed.
Paul looked on the bed. There was indeed a cockroach, and a big one at that. He took the nearest thing he could find, a History Textbook (hey, that's as good a use for a History Book that I can think of, so sue me!), and took aim at the small animal.
Wham! The cockroach was still.
"Phew....thanks brother" Jessica said, coming closer to Paul, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He hugged her and she responded. Her kiss had now moved to his mouth and concentrated there. He made his move and moved his hands onto her bra clasp and undid it.
"Paul...?" Jessica said uncertainly.
"Shhhh...I love you, you love me too, don't you?" Paul answered reassuringly.
Her resistance dropped there and then. He didn't smell as he did earlier, but he was right. She loved him far too much, far too much to see him suffering every single day, her being so distant. His pain was evident. She knew part of the reason they made love was not because of his lust, but his genuine love for his sister.
She kissed back hard, releasing his now-rigid cock from the refrains of his shorts. He, on the other hand, after successfully releasing her two bouncing beauties, ripped open her panties. He turned her around, his hands still firmly lodged at her breasts, fingers toying with her swollen nipples. He then positioned his piston at her still-virgin butt hole. He slowly pushed his cock in, feeling the enveloping on his cock even tighter than earlier with the cunt.
"Aaaahhhh..." Jessica moaned, in half-pain, half-pleasure that her brother was corn-holing her. He started to stroke her further, his hands still having a firm grasp on her erect nipples.
He looked down. His cock was by now covered with a coating of shit, which by now, was acting as a perfect lubricant to his fucking. God works in such weird ways! He continued mating her, his thrust met each and every time by a hoarse groan from her and her butt pushing itself against him even further, allowing him deeper and deeper access of her initially virgin shit-hole.
"Oooohhh... sister... ohh... " Paul moaned, coming. His sperm flooded out into her anus, filling her with his seed. The small hole, unable to accommodate such manhood at its initial ass-fucking that globs and globs of sperm were dripping out of her asshole even as he continued to thrust his manhood in.
"Paul... oh Paul..." jets and jets of sperm spurted up her hole. She came too, saying bad words to induce a higher level of fucking from her own brother.
"Oh... fuck me... fuck me you dirty bastard... cum in your sister's shit-hole... OOOOHHHH!!!" she said as she came, wave after wave of orgasm sweeping her petite little body.
The two bodies in an incestuous fucking slumped down on the bed, spent but happy. They hugged each other and kissed. Jessica apologised for being such a prude earlier and that she knew he only loved her and wanted to show it. He responded by putting his finger on her lip, indicating she need not explain anything. Sperm was all over the bed, as her ass-hole was not large enough to accommodate the spurts of sperms he had deposited in his sister.
They went to bathe together, rushing a little to make sure their mother would not suspect anything was amiss when she reached home.
The next morning, Paul awoke with his mother over him, smiling.
"Hello Pumpkin," his mother said, much to his annoyance. He wished she would stop calling him that. He's almost 20 for goodness sake!
However, he noticed that his mom, bent over him, was showing a lot of cleavage of her enormous tits. He got a hard-on instantly. His mother, realising where her son's incestuous stare was on, promptly stood up.
"Don't worry, in the teenage years, you'd wanna fuck anyone given a chance." She said and ruffled his hair.
He sat up. He thought of his mother. For all of her 38 years, she wasn't such an ugly looking lady, he thought. He smiled. Looks like the previous days' activities were having an effect on him. He had never thought of him mother even vaguely sexually before then.
He went down to eat breakfast that his mother had prepared. It was Saturday, so he could sleep in. His sister was already out, being extremely active in school activities. It was also, he knew, house -cleaning period for his mom. She always snooped around the house, finding things pack and arrange on this day.
He sat in front of the tube and watched television. The Simpsons was on. He then heard his mother ruffling through his things in his room (just beside the living room). Not again! If there was one thing Paul hated about his mom, it is the fact that she liked to snoop around.
He groaned, getting up to go to his room to ensure that his Playboys and Penthouses are kept under lock and key. When he reached his room, he saw his mother at his dresser holding up the bottle of green perfume.
"This looks nasty... wonder how it smells?" she said, spraying a small portion onto her left wrist.
"No! Mom!!" Paul said hastily, grabbing the bottle from her hands, not wanting to waste the small amount that was already left.
His mother inhaled deeply and took in the smell of the perfume. She continued doing so.
"Mom, are you okay?" Paul asked, obviously wondering the effect it would have on his mother.
"Paul?" she asked, slightly dazed, as if drunk.
"Mom, I'm here," he replied.
"Paul... what was that perfume... it smells so heavenly... so hot..." his mom said, as she started to unbutton her blouse.
"MMMMmmmmm..." she moaned.
Oh shit, Paul thought, as he looked at his hot mom. He had never thought of his mom sexually before that day but she sure was hot. He thought about the times he sucked on his mother's breasts when he was young. Not that he remembered it, but the sheer thought of sucking milk from this hot body was already making him horny. His cock started to rise, as more and more of his mother's forbidden cleavage was revealed.
He knew his mother was a real prude who always wore a bra, even at home and he was very sure that his father was the only one who was allowed to enjoy her. Even then, it was not by dating that he got to know her, but by an arranged marriage. Yet here is this lady, shedding every last bit of decency, to her son nonetheless, and not giving a damn.
"Mom, are you really sure about this?" he asked her. Although his cock was saying yes, he was scared that his mother, after this incident would go into a recluse and not speak to him, like how his sister initially was. He couldn't afford to lose his mother, even if it is for this one night of passion. He loved her far too much. By this time, she had already slipped off her blouse, revealing a slightly sagging cleavage with two milky mounds covered by a white bra.
"Paul, don't you want your mother... I saw the way you looked down my blouse in the morning... you liked what you saw don't you... "she said as she closed on him.
By now, he was beyond reason. Here was probably the most inaccessible fuck-toy he was ever going to get and she was presenting him to fuck her brains out, and here he was protesting. He moved towards his mother.
"Oh mom... I love you..."
"I love you too Paul..."
Paul moved towards his mother. He kissed her full on her lips, his tongue wrestling with hers. He leaned her onto the bed. His mouth slowly went down her body, down her white neck, into her armpits, slowly down her deep cleavage. He stood up above her. He then slowly pushed his hands under her to her bra clasp, which snapped open easily. He slowly pulled her bra out while kissing her.
He finally scrutinized the two globes of flesh on her chest when the bra was gone. They were sagging, but only just. Her nipples were obscenely sticking out and wrinkled, sort of like large prunes and her breasts looked like milk jugs, they were that beautiful and symbolic to him. Her aureole was by then also wrinkled. His mom pulled him towards her chest.
"Come back where you belong son..." she said.
Paul appreciatively locked his mouth on a nipple, where he was so lovingly sucking on many years ago. Now, it is back to nature. He bit on the fleshy nipple, licking it as well to its now swollen state. He alternated between nipples, allowing them fresh air in between his licks. By then, Paul was already bottomless, with only his T-Shirt on, his boner allowing to be viewed.
"Oh Paul..." his mom moaned.
Paul took the next step, slowly releasing her skirt. As her skirt slid down, he was shocked. She wasn't wearing any panties! He knew that she would never be caught without a bra, but he did not know she was such a slut that she did not wear panties! Of course, he had not known as he was not checking earlier: he knew his mother even in a slightly sexual way only that morning. He observed her dark triangle below. He looked at the patch of pubic hair, which was already wet with excitement.
"Paul, I need you in me."
Paul decided to tease his mom. He slowly slid below, his tongue moving along her groove, over her clit, when she screamed out in pleasure.
"Oh... Paul... OOooooOOOoHHhHHhH!!!!" she shouted, as she came, her juices mixing in her cunt, and he sucking it out.
He moved along her two folds of skin, peeling them of any secrecy with his tongue, which was by now playing with the pink flesh below, exciting her beyond points of ecstasy she had ever reached.
His mouth slowly moved back up to her breasts, teasing her nipples once again. He positioned his cock over her cunt lips, and slowly grooved his cock into his point of origin many years ago. Her cunt was extremely loose, he thought, considering she had never had sex since his father died so long ago.
He hugged her and continued kissing her breasts. Hs started thrusting, and she started returning each thrust with a corresponding groan and thrust herself, allowing his cock to access her womb, his true point of origin. He continued kissing her, pumping his cock into her with renewed vigour. Unlike his sister, who he did not want to knock up, he DID want to make his mother pregnant. He wanted to present his mother a gift of their love, a baby. The thought interested him very much. He continued thrusting.
"Paul... aahahh... I have a confession to make..."
"When... your... father... aaahhh... died... ooohhhh... I was fucking every single guy in town... aahhhh... I was just sooo... aaahhh... horny... I just had to... the past two days... I was not visiting my sick uncle... but ahahhh... was prostituting myself outside town... how do you... aahhh... think we could get...so much money spending money... it's true... and the more I... aaahhh did it... the more better the sex was... I was pimping myself free to many guys... because sex was just so... so... good... aaahhh," his mom said.
Paul, rather than being angry, continued fucking her even more actively, with the knowledge that his mother was just a fucking slut and a piece of meat. Who he loved, nonetheless. The fact that she pimped herself to guys, even if she enjoyed them, only goes to show how much she was willing to sacrifice for them. But he realised it was probably true. They had been living a good life till now, even though father rarely sent back any money from Singapore, and mother was always out, visiting someone or other, or so she said, when actually she was acting like a whore with some other guys.
He continued thrusting into the loose cunt, which he know realised was due to excessive fucking.
"Fuck you bitch," he said, in between his lingering slobs on her breasts, where he milked every single part of skin.
"I'm... oh... mom... I'm cumming..." he said, pushing in further, accessing parts of her no son have any right to access.
"Mom... oh... mom..." he said as he came.
Wave after wave of cock juice spurted into her as his cock was in direct connection with her womb, all the virile sperm making its way to the very fertile eggs in her womb. No doubt, she was well and truly knocked up. Her cunt squeezed his cock and as loose as it is, still did a good job in extracting every last drop of sperm. She came, pulling him in further, wanting him to impregnate her....
"Come on Paul... make mummy a baby so both of you can share my breasts..."she said huskily into his ears. Globs and Globs of sperm continued to leave his cock for her womb, renewed vigour coming from his new found lust in his mum's desire for a child. He felt his cock's connection with her womb, his point of conceiving, the place he spent nine months nestled in, his mother womb was now protecting him again. Not him as a whole but his sperm-filled cock.
Still spurt after spurt of fertile sperm came out of his young cock into his whore of a mother, so much so that sperm was literally dripping out of her cunt despite their incestuous coupling leaving no hole in her cunt. Her cunt continued its pull on her son's cock, apparently, the best sex of her life, he was even better than her husband. She had to fuck strangers to get satisfied when her boy was all that was needed. She came, her cunt tightening up even more on her child.
"Oh... Paul... OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" she cried in ecstacy, thrusting her cunt so that it could grind with his cock.
The two spent lovers lay on the bed, fully satisfied. They had just been in a union society had forbidden them to be in: yet all the same, it felt so nice and correct. He slid his cock further in and fell asleep nursing his mother's tits. Just like when he was younger. A return to nature no one should be denied.
Footnote: Both sister and mother continue fucking their brother. They would give birth to two healthy babies on nine months after the incident.
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PS: MY VIEWS:
I know this is not an "educational" piece but I feel that I need to justify my feeling for incest. I feel that it is OK for family to commit incest, but only if all parties are willing. Even Adam's children did it, so obviously they felt the same type of love as Paul did above. Incest is committed in almost all animals and researchers also admit mothers and sons share a sort of sexual experience while breast feeding and that Oepidus complex is very common in most people's lives. I love my sisters and mother more than I would ever be allowed to show and I think that it is very sad. A loving family is one that FULLY accepts each other... not to short-change each other when it comes to sex. Society is wrong, INCEST IS BEST. Hopefully, society would change its feelings soon....
Note: These are purely my personal views and not the views of others. I would also never "do it" to my family members as they do not share my point of view and society would view all of us at outcasts even if we did, which I repeat, WE DON'T! Again, I wish to stress this is a fantasy that will never be acted out. If you feel like acting it out, seek HELP IMMEDIATELY. Do not spoil the lives of your loved ones esp. if they do not accept such views. In fact, even if they allow these views, IT'S AGAINST THE LAW!!!!. If you do not listen, I claim my disclaimer, DO NOT DESTROY THE LIVES OF OTHERS THAT MAY LOVE YOU....
Brandon Hightower was more than a boss, he was a great guy and my best friend. We served in the same army outfit but at different times. We hit it off right away. I advanced rapidly in his company, occupying a management position for which I was totally unqualified. With his help and patience, I slowly learned the ropes.
Brandon was a frequent visitor to our home, often staying up late with Judy and I - laughing, drinking, and telling crude jokes. We also attended his parties, though Judy and Brandon's wife, Estelle, did not get along. Estelle is a cold, scary bitch. I never understood what Brandon saw in her or why he put up with her shit.
Brandon was a randy, fun-loving, huggie-bear kind of guy in his late forties with a reputation for chasing skirts. His hand prints were all over the young things in the secretarial pool. A few of our employees shared their beautiful wives with their horny boss and were richly rewarded. Some others shared their wives unknowingly and only their wives were rewarded.
Brandon enjoyed telling me of his conquests. I knew that one day he would make a move on Judy. I steeled myself for that day, resolved to be one of the husbands that got rewarded, but I was in no hurry to join their ranks.
I dropped several hints that I would not freak out if Judy ever cheated on me. I made sure that he understood I did not want to be like Phil Rowland, totally oblivious while practically everyone in the company knew that the boss was balling his old lady. I thought Brandon and I had a good unspoken understanding.
I went to see Brandon in his office after a brief business trip. As usual, our first order of business was for him to catch me up on his sexual adventures. I pulled up a chair like a little kid waiting for grandpa to tell a war story. I was hoping to hear about Madam X. She was ostensibly one of the executive wives. Brandon would not tell me whose wife, but I surmised it was Greg Anderson's. He was the only one with three kids still living at home of the right ages and sexes: boy 16, girl 14, boy 12.
When Brandon first told me about Mrs. X, I suspected he was talking about my Judy. We also have three kids that fit the story, although Stevie is 13, not 12. Although I was not an executive, Greg's wife, Jennifer, was not exactly the raving beauty that Brandon described Madam X to be. Judy was.
As the story evolved over a couple of months, I knew it wasn't Judy. You see, Brandon has a thing for getting the kiddies involved in the mother's activities. He really gets off on humiliating the mothers, forcing them to share their infidelity and intimate secrets with their children. His favorite act was to actually fuck a woman in front of her children.
I knew Judy would never under any circumstances permit that. Hell, she just started making love with the lights on a few months ago. Except for a few unguarded moments, they never saw her naked, and those instances had also not occurred until recently.
Judy was loosening up, and I attributed that to Brandon's open flirtations. Brandon made her hot. He tongue-kissed her and felt her up in front of me or anyone else except our kids. The night before my latest road trip, Branded stopped by for drinks and laughs before going home to the ice queen. After he left (after leaving his prints all over my wife), Judy fucked my brains out.
Afterward, she sat straddling my loins with my spent cock still inside her. She told me what a sexy man she thought Brandon was and that if I didn't watch her closely, she might be bad. I just smiled and covered my eyes, peeking through my fingers. She laughed and playfully slapped my arm, saying, "I'm serious. He turns me on."
I said, "Sweetheart, I don't make you wear a chastity belt. You're a big girl. If you think you can handle Brandon, knock yourself out."
She smiled mischievously and said, "How do you know I'm not already?"
I grabbed her hands and rolled her onto her back. She squealed as I straddled her middle, pinning her hands out. I looked hard into her laughing face with mock disapproval and said, "So you're the new boss' whore, huh? I heard he had a hot new slut that was insatiable and would do anything to satisfy her horny cunt."
She coquettishly bit her lower lip then said in a sultry voice, "No, but he has made it quite clear that there's an opening."
"Have you applied for the position?"
"I could." It was more a question asking permission than a tease. I sat up and released her hands. My expression took on a serious countenance. I said, "Yes you could, but you be careful. Brandon is way over your head, Judy."
Her smile left her face, etched by concern tinged with fear. I could not tell if it was fear of my reaction or fear of Brandon, but I knew she was being pressured and holding something back. I waited for a confession, but she remained silent. I decided to let her tell me in her own time. We kissed, rolled apart, and went to sleep.
As I neared Brandon's office, I wasn't sure if he had a new episode in the exciting adventures of Madam X, or was ready to tell me about he and Judy. When I returned from this trip, I knew something had happened. Judy could hardly look me in the eye.
Whatever had happened, the kids knew something. They all shared a dirty secret. At the dinner table, Mark and Stevie almost cracked up when in response to my innocent question about how Judy had gotten along in my absence, she said, "It was hard without you, dear." Jennifer, my fourteen-year-old, blushed. Judy quickly changed the subject by asking about my trip.
Throughout dinner, I could not help recalling the past episodes of Madam X. It had started as a simple affair, a behind the scenes fuck. They all started that way. Then Brandon started dropping by when the husband was out of town. Mrs. X tried to discourage this when the kids were about, but Brandon had his hooks in her. After he gets them hooked, they have a difficult time saying, no. She'd eventually go with him into the bedroom and make all the noise he insisted she make with the kids in the next room. From there, he progressed to making her go out in the nude to get him a beer between fucks. The first time with Madam X, he had to force her out of the bedroom. She almost tripped over the three kids who huddled beyond the door.
After that, she would do as he said, walking about the house stark naked with his cum drooling from her pussy. From then on, she had to remain nude from the first fuck until she walked him to the door, sometimes late the following morning. He would not permit her to clean his semen from her body whether drooling from her ass or cunt, or running down her face. She had to wear it proudly.
From there, they began screwing with the bedroom door wide open and the kids making constant walk-bys, eventually becoming stop-bys, not bothering to hide the fact that they were watching.
The last episode I heard had the kids standing in the doorway, watching mommy get plowed doggie style. I wondered what stage Judy and my kids were at after my four day absence. What had my kids seen or heard? Obviously something. They knew their mother got dicked. Had to be Brandon. I ignored the tension and pretended everything was normal. After dinner, on the eve of my return, I expected Judy to fess-up. She said nothing, just rolled over after a peck on the lips and went to sleep. I knew she'd been dicked. She knew that I knew but wasn't ready to talk about it.
I fully expected Brandon to lay it out for me, and was slightly disappointed when he smiled and launched into another episode of Madam X. He wasn't even interested in my trip, but I was immediately interested in the episode. I could tell by the way he was acting, it was good.
He slapped his thighs, leaning forward in his huge leather office chair, and said, "Pete, my boy. I've got the bitch almost fully trained. Last night was the ultimate coup. I took her by the hand, both of us naked as jay birds, and went out into the living room. I sat on the sofa with the older boy on my right, the girl on my left, and the little one at my feet. I stroked my dick while X stood there red as a fucking beet with her little boy staring up her right leg, right into her pussy."
"I could tell she hated this. I didn't have to say a word. She knew what she had to do. While the kids watched, her eyes kept wandering to my big dick. She stood there for about a minute, then said, 'You bastard.' She then straddled my thighs and reached between her legs. She took hold of Brutus and guided him to her snatch as the kids peered around her ass to watch Brutus slide into their mother's hot box. She sank on my pole and groaned. She took it all in one steady pass. That fucking bitch was slicker than a slug's belly. My boy, that is the power. Brutus power. I think she'd mount Brutus at a board meeting with her old man sitting in."
"Jesus Christ, Brandon! I don't know how you do it."
"Shit, you should have seen her after she got going. Hell, she even turned around so the kids could get a better view. All three got down on the floor. She had her feet wide out at the sofa's edge, leaning back against my chest, lifting that tight pussy up and down on my rod, rubbing herself off and screaming 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' It was fucking beautiful, man. The best one ever. Afterward, I made her lie down on the floor and frig off while me and the kids watched."
"You are too much, Brandon."
"She ate that shit up, Pete. Couldn't get her legs wide enough apart. Hell, she tried every position she could get herself into, and she's a limber bitch, too."
This caused an alarm bell to go off in my head. Greg's wife was not a limber bitch, but Judy used to be a gymnast. I thought, No, it had to be Brandon exaggerating.
He went on, "She was fucking incredible, Pete. Sucking fuck off her fingers and doing the standing splits with one foot pointed at the ceiling, her crotch aimed at the sofa. She held her right leg up with her right hand around her slim, trim thigh and pounded her open cunt with the left, crying, "Oh God help me, I love this!"
"Christ, Brandon, tell me, who is this bitch?"
"All in good time, my boy. I ain't finished training her yet. One of these days, I'm going to stop by when the family is eating dinner. I am going to walk up, strip her, and fuck her right on the god damned table."
"With her husband there?"
"Damn right. Wouldn't be any fun without him."
"He still doesn't know anything?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Aren't you worried he might object to this?"
"He won't say a fucking word if he wants to keep his job and his wife."
"Damn, Brandon. I sure hope you never put me in a spot like that." I saw the gleam in his eye.
"Yeah, and if I did, what would you do?"
I thought for a moment. I knew this was my chance to get him to tell me what he did with Judy. I submissively shrugged and said, "What could I do? You'll never get that far with Judy, though. She might fuck you. In fact, I know she will. She might even let you do it in my bed when the kids are home. That's about it, though."
"Well, Pete, that sounds to me like you are throwing down the gauntlet. Brutus can't take a challenge unanswered."
"I didn't mean it to come out that way. What I meant was..."
"No, stop right there. I accept your challenge."
"No buts. Now here's the deal. If I can get Judy to do everything Madam X has done, you concede her to me. She'll fuck me or whoever I want her to fuck for as long as I sign your paychecks. Furthermore, you not only put up with it, but assist in any way I might require. To ease the pain of losing, I'll move you to the executive suite. How does VP of marketing sound with a six-figure salary?"
"It sounds great, Brandon, but I really don't..."
"Pete. The wager is made and accepted. All I want is your hand on those terms and conditions."
I felt trapped. He seemed so confident. Sweat beaded on my brow. I tried to imagine Judy in Madam X's place, but just couldn't. Finally, I offered my hand and said, "Okay, you got a deal, but what do I get if you fail?"
We broke off the firm handshake. Brandon sat back with a smile and said, "We won't need to discuss that. You see, Pete, Madam X is Judy."
My jaw dropped as Brandon reached into his drawer and pulled out twelve eight-by-ten glossies and tossed them in my lap. I looked down and saw a picture of Judy, naked and sweaty, sprawled on her back, legs straight up in a wide "V", working a large cucumber in her slobbery-wet pussy. At the top of the photo were three pairs of little feet. I recognized those feet.
The others were even more obscene and showed the faces that belonged to the feet. Mark was wide-eyed watching his mother finger her ass while rubbing her clit. In another, Stevie gazed on her beaver while lying on the floor between her legs, propped up on his elbows, cupping his face that was a mere inches from her working fingers as those maternal fingers lewdly displayed her pussy to him. She seemed to be showing him the womb he used to call home. Fucking unreal.
There were six shots of Mark and Stevie double-teaming their mother. I could not believe it was my wife under my sons. She appeared to be enjoying their attentions. She sucked Mark while Stevie fucked her in the ass. I had to keep staring at that image all the while thinking, This can't be my wife. Stare long enough and you finally realize, it is.
In all of the shots, Jennifer just looked stunned. The last few were of Judy and Jennifer. Jenny looked intently at the spread her mother presented to her alone. Judy had backed up to Jennifer's position on the sofa, actually straddling Jennifer's knees. She was bent over and reaching between her legs to fan out her vulva in Jennifer's face. The camera lens must have been near Judy's thumbs, because her clit hung at the top and her wet fingers framed Jennifer's face in the background. It was obvious that Jennifer was staring into her mother's gaping, cum-drenched pussy hole.
Brandon had come around his desk and up on my left, peering over my shoulder. He said, "You'll like the next one better."
I took a deep breath, then looked beneath the picture. It was like being hit by a truck. Judy had mounted the sofa, still facing away. Her feet were near the back, wide out on either side of Jennifer. Judy had her hands on the floor outside of Jennifer's feet. She bowed her back to thrust her beaver in Jennifer's face. Jennifer had to pull her head back to avoid the obscenely spread beaver. The shot was taken from profile.
I was afraid to look at the next one. It was the same pose, only the camera was looking down from Jennifer's forehead straight into Judy's crotch. This time, however, Judy's clit rested on Jennifer's chin, drooling cum onto my daughter's innocent young face. Brandon commented, "Judy didn't like this at all. It took a great deal of forceful persuasion to get her in that position. She liked the next shot even less, at least for the first few minutes."
I nervously looked at the next shot. The truck backed over me. I let out a moan as I saw Judy standing straight up over our lovely daughter with her cunt over Jennifer's upturned face. All you could see of Jennifer's face was her chin. Long lines of shiny liquid streaked her young neck. Judy's sex was mashed to our daughter's mouth. My lovely wife grinned glassy-eyed at the camera with both hands firmly mashing her tits. The shot must have been taken several minutes into the pose as the passion on Judy's face was undeniable.
Brandon offered, "Jennifer didn't seem to mind, except at first. Mark had to hold her head steady while mommy got her cunt settled squarely over her mouth. She adjusted quickly, though. She started using her tongue after a minute or two. Don't feel too sorry for her. The girl takes to the beaver quite nicely, even a fucked beaver. Whatever she got in her mouth, she swallowed. What she swallowed set well with her."
The remaining shots proved Brandon right. In them, Judy deliberately posed her cunt for the shots so that Jennifer had to stretch up to lick her crack. No one held or forced Jenny either. She strained for the lewd contact. I sat in a stupor as Brandon returned to his seat. He sat back smugly and said, "No hard feelings Mr. VP?"
I shook the cob webs from my mind and focused on him, still in shock. I hung my head slowly in defeat, amazed that I could get an erection after what I'd seen. The photos in my lap hid that fact, but I think he knew.
He smiled and said, "Good, now, we have a little problem. I think I went a little too far the other night, as you can see. I got carried away; what can I say? I'm afraid Judy is a little freaked out. That's to be expected. I didn't prepare her for having sex with the kids and had to apply a lot of pressure to get her to do it. She'll get over it. The first time is always tough, especially with the girls who aren't into eating pussy and gag when they get a fucked pussy in the mouth. The problem is, we don't have much time, and I'm going to need your help with this next assignment."
"Assignment? What assignment?"
"As the new head of marketing and keeper of my whore, this covers two areas of your responsibility. The firm is in deep trouble, Pete. We need the Okida deal. If we don't nail it down, we go into chapter eleven bankruptcy. It's that simple. If that happens, this place will look like a ghost town. Your office included. If we pull out of this, I'd put you back on, you know that. The trouble is, it might take years to get back. Chances are, we'd go completely under. We must nail this deal, Pete."
"I'll do my best, Brandon, but I don't know shit about marketing."
"To get Okida's business, you don't need to know marketing. All you need is a gorgeous blond willing to fuck a large black mutt at a secret convention of Japanese war veterans. I think they want to dress her up like the Statue of Liberty, put a Rising Sun bandana on the mutt, and watch him fuck the shit out of her. He promises to return her unharmed but well-screwed. Frankly, I don't see how she'll get well-screwed by a bunch of seventy and eighty-year-old men, but that's their admirable goal. Banzai!
Well, anyway, that's what he wants. She can't be a hooker. She must be straight, pure as snow, and an absolute beauty - a big-titted, all-American, blue-eyed blond. Know anyone that fits that description, Pete?"
My stomach tightened in a knot. I said, "Brandon, not Judy. There's no way. Sure, she'll play games, get a little crazy, but fuck a dog at a convention? No way, Brandon. There's just no way that will ever go down."
"Look at that last picture again, Pete. Did you ever think you'd see Judy grinding her fresh - fucked cunt in your daughter's face, knowing she was being photographed."
I looked at the shot once more. It was an incredible sight. My cock lurched. He went on, "It actually got better. I ran out of film, otherwise you'd see. After Judy climaxed, she remained over Jennifer's mouth. She even lifted up and looked between her legs to watch Jennifer lick at her dripping snatch. She got so hot, she started rubbing herself off again, telling Jennifer to lick harder and deeper. Hell, she was up there for almost thirty fucking minutes. I had to make her climb down to give her a parting fuck, and we fucked over Jennifer's face while she licked us. When I left, Judy was sitting on Jennifer's face feeding her that load. That wife of yours has one hot and horny cunt on her, my boy."
"Yeah, but to fuck a dog. I don't know, Boss."
"Well, we're going to try and you're going to help. Okida put me in touch with a special breeder in Oregon. They're flying out their best trained stud: a big black lab named Ranger. From what I hear, all Ranger needs is to be near a cunt and he takes over. The dog is due in at noon. I want you to pick him up and take him home with these instructions:
You must keep the dog indoors at all times except to walk him on a leash.
You can not shut any inside doors.
You may not restrain him, admonish him, or do anything that might upset him.
You tell Judy that we are taking care of this valuable animal for our best customer while he's visiting the states. You tell her that this animal is highly trained and if he picks up any bad habits, or shows any change in behavior after your caretaking, you lose your job. Another thing, the dog hates women in shorts or pants."
Brandon sat back and smiled. I said, "Come on, Brandon. Judy isn't stupid. She'll see she's being set up. You may as well tell her not to wear anything but a dog collar and crawl around on all fours."
"Yeah, and if I did, she'd probably do it. I know she'll see through this, but it will give her an excuse to feel trapped and helpless. She does need that, and she'll need to work up to this. You give her no choice while keeping up the pressure, slow but steady does the trick."
"Yeah, but a damn dog. Christ, Brandon! I just can't picture my Judy getting it on with a fucking mutt, I don't care how slow and steady you go."
"Well, I can picture it, and we're going to give it our all aren't we?"
"You're the boss. I'll do my part."
"And the dog will do his part. Let her try to fend off Ranger. It ought to be fun to watch. I hear he gets down-right nasty if he doesn't get what he wants. He won't bite, but he can sure growl mean. Judy will come around."
"What about the kids?"
"What about the kids?"
"We can't hide this from them."
"How about that! I guess Judy will have to figure out a way to keep Ranger interested in her and not Jennifer, huh?"
"Jennifer has to wear a skirt too?"
"Rules are rules, Pete. Look, pal, I'm going to fuck your daughter. Judy knows and accepts that. I think you know it, too. After last night, I think Jennifer knows it. At least she knows who's in charge. I don't really give a shit about getting her cherry. In fact, it will be better for her if I don't. I'm sure Ranger isn't as big as Brutus. Besides, he can't get her knocked up."
I stood and paced, running my hands through my hair. I forgot about my hardon, now harder than ever. Brandon's laugh drew my attention as he said, "Looks like you have a big problem there, Daddy. Have the hots for little Jenny, do you?"
I blushed and smiled sheepishly. I had thought about it. Jenny is a real dream, budding with fresh youthful sensuality. Jenny is such an innocent passive and gullible child. Judy and I have always worried about her. She isn't stupid; she's just impossibly naive. She believes anything anyone tells her. We've accepted the ultimate reality that one day we'd lose Jenny to some fast-talking jerk, possibly a molester. Her brothers take advantage of her, especially Mark. We've both learned to look the other way. Still, a dog!
I returned to my seat as Brandon said, "Let's cut to the chase, Pete. Okida wants Judy fucked by the beast, and I want Jenny fucked by him. Just imagine that cute little bundle of tight flesh joined at the genitals with a big black mutt. I am dying to see that, and I think you'd get off on it too. Lets bring her in on this on the same terms as Judy. Take her out of school for a week. She'll get the flu."
I was up pacing again. The image of my beautiful daughter coupled with the dog had me near coming in my pants. She was such an obedient, passive child. I knew she'd follow the bizarre rules, the obscene orders, and end up being mounted. She'd be much easier to deal with than Judy. As bizarre as it seemed, I now wanted everything that Brandon wanted. I even wanted to watch him screw my little girl and my wife. I was steaming hot. I figured Jenny would eventually wind up as somebody's sexual plaything; why not ours? Obviously, Judy had those same thoughts; otherwise, she'd have never face-fucked the kid.
I spun to face him and said, "Yeah, lets do it. Look, why not get panties out of the way right from the start. Nothing should be between Ranger and his pussy."
"All right. New rule: females in his presence must keep their vaginas shaved and accessible."
"Shaved! Yes, I like that. Hey, suppose I tell them that this dog has been trained to think of all human females as belonging to him. He has to check constantly to see that no other dogs have been near his bitches."
"I like that. You are executive material, Pete. I'll go you one better. New rule: whenever Ranger comes near, they have to expose their crotches and spread their legs to offer him the opportunity to check them out."
"Many mothers find great emotional - even sexual - satisfaction in breastfeeding, for it is the culmination of the symbiotic unity with the child."
- Dorothy L. Marlowe, RN Ed. D., "Pediatric Care", 1977
"Oedipus was blinded because the light of truth was too much to bare"
- B. Traven
"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type where both parties get exactly what they need from the other party and the relationship, and the power status between the parties is the most equitable."
- Dr. J. Boswell,
Institute of Advanced
"There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part in addition to the simple sensualistic satisfaction."
- Dr. Avis Oegel, MD,
"Sexual Assertiveness Techniques", 1993
Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table.
"Mom?" No answer.
He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the bedroom. His mom must be exhausted - she was still awake with Bobby went he got up this morning to go to school. She was a strong person, someone who had more than her shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely complained. She was still a young woman, only 32, and still young to be hopeful that happiness could still be found in her life. With her sparkling eyes, golden blond hair, and good figure men found her attractive. She had no trouble finding suitors, but she always managed to end up with the wrong guy.
He watched his mom as she dozed. She was beautiful even without makeup and with mussed hair, and beautiful even wearing an old yellow-print sun dress. Jack noticed that the buttons in front of her dress were undone and a large wet pink nipple was protruding. Jack felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away. She had been trying to unsuccessfully to breast feed Bobby again. Contrary to popular opinion it is not at all uncommon for babies to have difficulties breast feeding. Dr. Powers explained to Mom that many factors may be to blame including the mother's diet and level of stress. Fortunately, almost all babies who have trouble breast feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle. Mom was heartbroken, feeling like a failure as a mother. Bobby was doing fine with formula but Mom kept trying to get him to nurse.
Jack secretly found the idea of breast feeding exciting. Since puberty he had the usual teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts. At 16 his sexual experiences were confined to some groping in the backseat of his car where a few times he had managed to slip his hand into Sara Jo's brassiere and feel the softness underneath. When he attempted to remove her bra she had protested, and the mood was broken. Sara Jo was a little on the chubby-side but had a healthy bust line that sent tongues wagging throughout high school. Sara Jo was nothing compared to Jack's own mother, however. His mom had had a slender frame with large, heavy breasts. Secretly, Jack had looked through the laundry to find one of his mother's brassiere. Feeling both ashamed and excited Jack read the faded tag on his mother's brassiere -
Hoping his mother would not notice, Jack hid the brassiere under the frame of his bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study when alone. Jack, in his readings on his favorite subject, learned that a women's breasts could increase up to two cup sizes during pregnancy; and, sure enough, the new nursing bra his mother had purchased was an incredible 38DD. Jack had wondered why size DD was used instead of E, but he decided that this was yet another of the many mystery's privy only to women and unknowable by men.
At the time of her pregnancy Mom's boyfriend Bill was living with them. Bill was a crude man who would periodically come home drunk and angry at the world. When Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom hard across the face because dinner was cold. Jack tried to intervene, but the bigger man threw him across the room.
"Please, Bill, leave Jack alone." His mother screamed. Jack felt dizzy and hurt but he got managed to get back on his feet. He started toward Bill again.
"Jack, please." his mother pleaded.
Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom roughly by the arm. His mother looked toward Jack with a look of resignation.
"I'll be OK, Jack. Please stay out of it", she whispered to him painfully as Bill pulled her.
Bill slammed the bedroom door behind them, leaving Jack standing outside feeling impotent and weak. Their voices through the door were angry and loud at first. After a few minutes the voices were softer, and Jack could hear the familiar rhythmic creaking of his mother's mattress.
A few months later Mom had discovered that she was pregnant. Bill acted happy and said they would now get married; but he didn't come home the next evening. Mom tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but Bill just hung up on Mom when he heard Mom's voice. Mom was, of course, broken-hearted. She had dealt with men running out on her before, but this time she was pregnant. Jack's own father had also left shortly after Jack was born but at least he and Mom had been married. Mom broke down and sobbed in Jack's arms. Jack told his Mom not to worry.
They didn't need anyone else. He would be the man of house. And Jack did help take care of his Mom. He took over cleaning the house and doing the grocery shopping, and even had gotten a part-time job at the local fast-food joint to help supplement their income. When his Mom enrolled in Lamaze classes at the local hospital, Jack volunteered to be his mom's coach but Mom's younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn't proper and took his place as coach.
Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the demands pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women bloom like flowers, glowing with the radiance of the life growing within them. Mom was in the latter category. Her face was positively beaming with the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed into Rubenesque proportions with Mom's already large breasts became heavier and fuller.
Most of Mom's Lamaze training became useless because some complications arose and a Cesarean had to be performed. He was forced to stay outside in the Waiting Room while Aunt Jane with Mom in the delivery room. He was overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a healthy baby brother, 9 pounds 7 ounces. The nurse led him into the hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the bed holding the little baby. He kissed Mom on the forehead and held his sleepy baby brother cautiously.
"Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph - Bobby." she announced proudly.
His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown. Casually, she reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink nipple flopped out.
"Uhhh, Mom. Do you want me to leave?" he said nervously.
He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes drawn back where he would steal quick peeks of his mother's bare breast. He rarely saw his mother's breasts except for quick glances when she would lean over in a low-cut nightgown. He was actually shocked - and excited - at his mother's sudden casual display of nudity in front of him.
"Don't be silly, Jack. I'm going to try to get Bobby to nurse."
She took Bobby to her nipple. Booby mouth was against the nipple but he didn't suck. She lifted her heavy breast to position it better, and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his mom's nipple. Jack was fascinated.
"I hope he's hungry - I've been uncomfortable lately since I started lactating." Jack just nodded nervously and tried to look away. She tried to coax little Bobby to nurse, but he just looked bewildered with his unfocused eyes. At one point some of the drippings of Mom's milk got on Bobby's lips but he still didn't get the hint.
"He's probably still tired. I try later."
She put Bobby back into the hospital bassinet where he immediately fell asleep.
"The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after tomorrow." She held Jack's hand warmly.
"Thanks, Jack, for all the help you've given me. I know that this hasn't been the best of times for you."
"It hasn't been the best of times for you either Mom, but I'll always be there for you, Mom." he said tenderly.
"Jack!" she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring at me!", Jack looked away ashamed from his Mom's bare breast. Mom pushed her exposed breast safely back into the folds of her nightgown.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.", she said warmly as she unhurriedly re-buttoned her nightgown. "I certainly know from personal experience about the fascination of teen-aged boys with breasts", she laughed. He was hot with embarrassment but his mother held his hand reassuringly.
"Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world. Please don't be embarrassed when I'm nursing Bobby, OK?" "OK, Mom." He hung his head down. He crossed his legs slightly to hide his erection, and prayed to God that she didn't see that!
She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over her.
"Rough day, eh, Mom?"
She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. He didn't calm down until after you left this morning. I tried again to get him to nurse but I had no luck." she said sadly.
He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in the nursery. He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made. Mom was still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep from her eyes. He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and his mother's bare breast was still hanging out. He could see that it was heavy with milk. Since he moved the baby he now noticed that the front of her dress was soaked. She was lactating heavily.
She looked down at herself. "God, I'm a mess." She lifted the front of her dress slightly, which opened the unbuttoned portion of her dress further, exposing the white nursing bra underneath. She lifted the breast that was exposed to close the cup flap of the nursing bra, and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on Jack's shirt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She closed the flap on her nursing bra, securely tucking away her breast.
"Uh, that's OK, Mom." He felt the warm wetness of her milk against his chest as it soaked through his shirt. It was a not unpleasant sensation.
"Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.", his mom said as she finally got up from the chair.
"Sure, Mom." he left the room, closing the door behind him.
He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep. Poor little guy must have exhausted himself. He, then, put the groceries and was deciding what to fix for dinner when his mother suddenly called for him from the bedroom.
He opened his Mom's bedroom door. He was surprised to see his mother half- naked sitting on her bed. Her wet sun dress was laying crumbled in a ball on the floor. His mother was dressed only in panties and nursing brassiere. The flaps on each cup of the bra were open, exposing his mother's heavy, swollen breasts. The nipples were bright red and engorged, and dripping with milk. Her figure since the pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous curves instead of the trim figure she had had previously. In spite of himself Jack grew immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.
"Jack, the pump isn't working." She said desperately. She didn't appear to be aware of her nakedness in front of him - or the effect it was having on him.
The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from the hospital to pump the milk from his mom's breasts when they became painfully engorged. Since Mom couldn't get Booby to nurse, she had to use the pump every few hours to relieve the pressure. He never actually saw her use it since she would always use it in private with her door closed. Since his Mom had no problem exposing her breasts in front of him to try and nurse Bobby, he suspected the real reason for her modesty about the pump was that the pump represented her failure to breast feed.
He looked over the pump. The electric connections at least visually seemed to be good. He pressed lightly on a few mechanical pieces, but he saw no problem.
He flicked on the switch. Nothing happened.
He felt around the moist cup of the machine. "Mom, maybe you have to ... stick it in to activate it." His mom lifted her heavy breast and gently pushed her left breast inside in pump's cup. Since his hand was still touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a microswitch of some kind, his mom's breast rest lightly against his index finger. It felt warm and full. He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but she said nothing. He flicked the switch with his other hand. Nothing. It seemed like an electrical problem and he tugged slightly on the electric connections again and flicked the switch one more time. Nothing.
"I can't get it, Mom. Maybe we can take it back to the hospital for another."
"They're closed now, Jack. Their rental office is only open 9-5." She pulled herself out of the pump, brushing against his index finger as she did. She started to cry.
"Jack, I'm a failure as a mother. You shouldn't have to take care of me."
"I want to, Mom." he interrupted.
"I can't even nurse my own baby. I can't do anything right." she sobbed.
"Dr. Powers ..." he tried to say.
"I know what Dr. Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like a failure. I even have to use this damn machine to pump myself out, and even that's not working!"
"Mom, don't cry." He hugged her and felt his mom's bare breasts pressed heavily against his chest. Immediately, he backed away.
"Jack, they hurt!" she said desperately cupping her breasts.
"Maybe, we should call Dr. Powers's office, Mom."
She looked at him questioningly.
"Jack... I nursed you when you were a baby. You didn't have any problems. I nursed you until you were nine months old."
"Mom, what are you saying?"
"Jack, if you don't want to do this its OK, I'll understand." she looked at him pleadingly.
"Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to ... suck out my milk." Suck out her milk? His heart was racing.
"Jack, you're still my son just like Bobby. Please nurse me." His cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry.
"Please, Jack. Do this for me."
"Uh, yeah, M-mom." he stuttered.
"How are we going to do ... do this?" he asked nervously.
She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her back against the bed frame. Here was a fantasy of Jack's secret-most dreams. Settle down. That's your mother there, he thought. She only wants you to do what the pump is supposed to do. Nothing more.
"Come here, Baby." his mother said lovingly.
He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on the looking like every man's innermost fantasy. He didn't think of the nursing bra as something sexy before but now he realized that it could have been something out of Frederick's of Hollywood. It supported the heavy weight of his mother's breasts, lifting them high as if putting them on display. With the cup flaps open, exposing only the front of his mom's breasts, the bra actually accentuated their nakedness.
Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother. She pulled him to her. Her nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk that was leaking out. She held him by the back of the head, gently bringing him to her breast. A hard nipple brushed against his lips and released more fluid. He opened his mouth instinctively and took in the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He reached under and cupped the breast. It was heavy with milk. He tentatively sucked, and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. His mother's milk was like cow's milk except it was thinner and sweeter. He savored the warm milk. The milk started to overflow his mouth and drip down his chin onto his chest. He swallowed his mother's milk to stop to overflow, and discovered that that action caused even more milk to flow from his mother's teat. He sucked harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he drained more milk from mother's breast he could feel the swelling of her breast slowly diminishing. Her body started relaxing as he relieved the painful pressure. While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the side of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.
"That's it, Jack. You're doing fine." She kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers playfully through his hair.
He sucked hungrily at his mom's breast, and greedily swallowed the milk with loud gulps. He held on tightly with both hands to the soft abundance of her breast. Jack knew that this was all he ever needed. As he sucked at his mother's tit he knew all other experiences in his life would pale compared to this. He could feel his mother's body start to stir with excitement. She pressed his head firmly to his breast and started spreading her legs.
"Oh, Jack." She started moaning. He continued to suck hard until the flow drained to a tinkle. Without even thinking or looking his mouth found his mother's other nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his mouth. His mother's legs were now wrapped around Jack's knee.
"Come on, Jack." she moaned softly. Jack's cock was throbbing. Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's thigh through his trousers. He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at his mother's nipple. Jack decided to test the nipple with his tongue as he sucked. When his tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the electricity go through his mother's body. He played with the nipple as he continued to suck, and his mother's body started quaking. He could feel her wetness even through her panties and his trousers as his mom ground her crouch against his knee.
"Oh, baby..." she now moaned loudly.
Her breast was almost completely drained. Jack continued to suck the last of the milk as he teased his nipple with his tongue.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" His mother's body was jack-knifing now as she moaned.
Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his pants. They both laid there silently. Jack's lips where still on his mother's breast but he had stopped sucking.
"Jack?" He was almost asleep. "Jack?"
"Uh." He laid there almost catatonic against the warmth of his mother's body.
"Jack, I think its time we got up." she said in a soft voice. Jack forced himself to sit up. He looked at his mom and felt embarrassed and guilty. But she only smiled back sweetly at him. Her mother's breasts were wet with milk as was the rest of her front. He was a mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother's milk.
"Thanks, Sweetie. I don't know what I would do without you." He felt his mother's breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek. Jack was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother really come? He didn't have enough experience to judge such things. He had certainly come. He felt the wetness at his groin. Did she know?
"Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?"
"Uh, sure, Mom." said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the bed.
"And clean yourself, too". He looked backed at his mother still sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made tingles travel down his spine.
He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt very alone and confused.
Jack checked on Bobby who was still sound asleep. He fixed some hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have to think about what had just taken place. Had it really happened? The bedroom door creaked open. His mom emerged dressed in a frilly white robe.
"Uh, hi Mom", he said nervously.
"Ouch!" He burned his hand on the stove.
His mother ran to him. "Are you all right, Jack?" She held his hand and gave it a kiss.
"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom."
"Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?" she asked seriously.
"Uh, I don't know, Mom." He was unsure what to say. She held each of his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes.
"Jack, you did me a favor. I was suffering because the pump wasn't working." She held him by the shoulders.
"You - we - didn't do anything wrong in there, Jack. You're my son just like Bobby is. Because you're older doesn't mean that it's wrong for you but right for him." He nodded quickly.
"Look - I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I knew about teen-aged boys and their fixations." She smiled slyly.
"And I'll confess that I enjoyed it, too. It's the way a woman's anatomy is designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding."
"Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it. And the fact that we happened to both enjoy it doesn't mean it's something to be ashamed of." She gave his a motherly kiss on the forehead. He did feel better.
"Besides, we're going to have to do this later tonight when I fill up again." Despite himself he grew immediately hard.
"We have something to look forward to later." his mom added with a hint of seduction.
They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards, Bobby woke up. The long sleep must have done him good because he was more pleasant than he normally was just waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work tonight from 8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove off. At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his mother. He kept looking at his watch as he bagged groceries.
When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat with Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A couple of times he had to slow down after he glanced down at the speedometer and realized how fast he was driving. When he finally got home it was dark except for his mother's bedroom. He walked over to his mother's open doorway. She was sitting on the side of her bed wearing the same frilly robe. The bed was now made with the covers turned neatly down.
She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously.
"I've been waiting for you, Jack. I'm getting sore." She stood up and removed the robe. She let it drop to the floor. Jack was startled. Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from Sears, his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties. The panties had the French cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up her hip. He did not even remember seeing these panties in his secret excursions into his mother's lingerie drawer. His mom's breasts were large and swollen, but still hung high by themselves. The nipples were engorged and pink, and glistened with the wetness of her milk. He stood there in awe at his mother's nakedness.
"Oh ... Mom." He heard his voice saying. He immediately felt embarrassed and had to look away.
Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jack. Come to your mother." She took his hand and led Jack to her bed. She sat up against the headboard as before and spread her legs slightly. She pulled Jack to her and Jack immediately began to suck. It was better this time. He knew what to do as he steadily drained his mother's boob. He felt her mother's body relax against him as he removed the pressure in her breast. He drank deep from her warm, sweet milk. With his tongue he started teasing the tip of her nipple, and as before his mother's body starting stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he sucked and played with his mom's nipple.
When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other. A gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as soon as his mouth clamped onto the nipple. He could feel the excitement starting to build in himself and his mom. They pressed their bodies against each other. In their squirming they unconsciously - or was it deliberate - re-positioned themselves until their hips were pressed tightly together. Jack's throbbing erection was pressed against his mother's couch through the layers of his trousers and her panties. Jack finally drained the second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his mom's breast. She didn't seem to mind, though, because they were now pushing rhythmically against each other.
Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack cautiously reached down under him to the waistband of his mother's panties. His mother quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too far with his mother, Jack started pulling away from his mom, but she pushed him back onto her. She was setting her limits just like Sara Jo did. He sucked his mother harder now and let his teeth scrape very lightly against his mom's nipple.
"Oh, Jack - Jack - Jack ..." His mother's hips jerked against him. His mother's excitement caused his dam to finally burst. He bucked rhythmically against his mother and came in a shuddering climax.
"Mommm...." he heard himself moan.
They laid still for a few minutes not saying a word. He felt the warmth of his mother's body against him. Unlike last time there was not mistaking what each of them had felt this time. Jack had never seen a woman orgasm but now had no doubt that this is what his mother had felt. He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had came too. Another thing was different, too; this time Jack did not feel the shame he had felt before. He still felt somewhat unsure but he knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they were doing. The first time could have been accidental, but there was no mistaking their intend this time.
"You OK, Jack?" He rolled off his mother.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm OK."
"It was good wasn't it, Jack?"
"Uh, Mom, ..."
She looked at him and smiled. "It's OK to say you liked it, Jack. We didn't do anything wrong." his mother said in a clear voice.
"Yeah, Mom, ... I liked it. I liked it a lot." he beamed. He did feel better.
He didn't want to leave but his mom told him it was time for both of them to get ready for bed - in own separate beds. Jack stripped, cleaned himself up and put his pajamas on. He heard his Mom getting Bobby his bottle. Jack said goodnight to his mother, and gave her a kiss on the lips that lingered for just a while longer than a kiss that a son gives his mother.
Jack laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly. Instead of Sara Jo or some Playmate, Jack was now openly fantasizing about his mother. He came, pumping more semen than he had thought was still left in him. He fell in a sound sleep soon after.
Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss. Another kiss. He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness. He realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his pajama pants. He quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn't see. Although, did it matter any more?
"Jack, its time again." she said very somberly for something that was exciting to both of them. He sat up and held his head.
"Uh, OK, Mom." he said groggily. He looked at his digital clock and saw it was 3:15am. She stood there a minute silently.
"In my bedroom, Jack." she finally said.
He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was dark. She opened her robe. He could see the outline of his mother's nakedness. Was she still wearing the panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell coming from her milk. She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.
He went to his mother's breast and suckled. Efficiently, he drained away the pressure and felt his mother's body start to relax against him. He teased her nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to nurse from his mother. Instinctively, his mother opened her legs further and started squirming her ass.
He pushed himself up against his mom's body. His cock slipped out again from his pajamas and pressed against the coolness of his mother's panty. He was prepared to move but his mother showed no resistance. With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit and engulfed the stream of warm milk that shot into his mouth. They were both excited now as he started dry-humping his mom.
"Jack!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted his name of excitement rather than concern that things were going too far because she made no move to stop him. He drained his mother's tit and immediately went for the other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the stream of milk. His cock, having a life of its own, pressed at his mom's inner thigh and tried to gain entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by snaking its way under the leg band. He pressed and pressed by he couldn't get in!
Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached down to the leg band where his cock was probing. Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He was prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if she didn't notice. He pushed his cock into his mother's panty. The elastic pulled tight against his cock, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock found the entrance to his mother's pussy. It was definitely wet, and emanated a warm from within.
He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go through with this step. Did he really want to do this? Was he prepared for this? He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk. She was moaning now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if this was to encourage him, or whether his mother in her excitement was really oblivious to what he was doing. Jack could not see how he could turn back at this point. He was feverish, and felt beads of perspiration on his forehead. This wasn't just his doing, or was it? He was so confused, but he knew he had to do it. He could not go on with his life not knowing, not plunging into the mysteries of his mother after having come this far.
Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his mother's pussy like butter. It was so easy, and, yet, this was an act that would forever change his relationship with his mother. Everything they had done previously was, by and large, innocent. She needed him to suck her milk to relieve her discomfort. If they both derived pleasure from it, there was no shame. Despite the heated play, they were still acting as mother and son. Now with his single act they had crossed the line from mother and son to - lovers. He could not undo what had been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.
They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what had been done - and what could not be undone. His mother, then, reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the way inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. It was like a tight, wet, warm velvet glove was lovingly grabbing his cock.
"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."
Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his mother started slowly fucking while Jack continued to suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his pelvis; and his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his mother's warmth. His origin. His source. It felt like heaven. I should have felt dirty and perverted, but it felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this beautiful woman who gave him birth.
Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The friction sent fire into his loins. He knew his mother felt the same because he felt her return his thrusts by arching her hips. Was this fucking? In Jack's private readings on the subject he had heard of many dysfunction's and problems regarding sex. He had thought it hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as natural to Jack, then, than fucking his mother.
"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close.
Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He could feel her bare breasts pressing his chest. Milk still leaking from them was soaking his pajama shirt. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and kissed deeply while their hips banged together.
Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control against his own body. His mother pinched his buttocks tight as she forcefully pulled him to her.
"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too late. He came in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother.
"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips back and forth against him.
"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.
Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He tried to climb off his mother but she pulled him back to her. They were both silent. Jack could feel his mother's heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal. Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid next to her. Both exhausted, they both fell asleep holding one another.
The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was immediately disoriented. He looked around and saw he was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw his mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had he done? What should he do?
Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling. He discovered that he too was naked - he must have removed and kicked off the rest of his pajamas during the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her eyes groggily and also looked disoriented. She met his eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.
"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.
"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply.
"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.
"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going to come to this. It just ... felt so good. And it's been too long for me, Baby." She stroked his cheek tenderly.
"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought. But we can't let this happen again. It's wrong. You've done so much for me, and now I feel I've taken advantage of you."
"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.
She cut him off. "Jack, let's never discuss this again, please?" she said firmly. Jack nodded in agreement.
"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?"
Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas that were in crumbled ball next to his mothers panties. When had she taken them off? Embarrassed, Jack clutched the pajamas to his groin, and quickly left his mother's bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put on his pajamas.
His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the kitchen table carrying Bobby. They ate breakfast together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself reading the paper while his Mom held the bottle for Bobby while at the same time ate her breakfast.
Jack looked at the clock.
"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried to look away as he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek. As he was almost out the door, his mother said,
"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?" He looked back at his mother puzzled.
"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know." Jack didn't know what to say.
"Ah, sure Mom."
His mom gave him a sly look. "... unless you want to get another pump from the hospital." she added. "M-momm, I-I won't have time to stop - I'm running late." Jack stammered. She looked back at Jack and smiled.
"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need you."
"Yeah, Mom, sure."
In a whisper she added, "But like yesterday, Jack - not like last night."
"Yeah ... sure."
Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his mother and hurried out the door. In school Jack was listless, and had trouble concentrating. He got the results back on his Chemistry exam and found gotten an "A". At least some things in his life where going all right. Sara Jo tried to make eye contact with him during class but Jack just returned her a forced smile and looked away. Jack kept looking at his watch nervously.
Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang. He found himself speeding again, and had to make a conscious effort to slow down. Jack was going home for his - noon feeding?
His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for him. As before she had the nursing bra on with the flaps pulled back to expose her swollen breasts. Unlike before, though, his mother wore no panties. She was nude - bare except for the nursing bra that only emphasized rather than concealed her nudity. She laid there inviting before him. With his eyes Jack traced the outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond fuzz of public hair.
She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively at the same time. "Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.
"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right or not, but I know I don't want it to end." His mother sat up more on the bed, which caused her breasts to juggle delightfully.
"I've been getting all worked up this morning just thinking about, Jack. God help me, but I know I don't want what we had together to stop.". Tears were welling in her eyes now."
"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess of yours." "No, Mom!" He protested.
"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own son. It should be wrong, but it feels so good - and not just the physical kind of good." She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but please don't think badly of your mother."
Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to come in pants just standing there. Without saying a word he stripped in front of his mother. He surprised himself by not feeling any embarrassment. He threw his clothes on the floor and joined his mother on the bed.
He grabbed his mother's tit with both hands, firmly and almost roughly, and His mother's milk poured into his mouth, and he drank deeply.
"Oh, Jack.", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from her breast. Jack heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked at his mother's breast. Jack almost jumped out his skin as he felt his mother's cool hand at his cock. She tenderly and expertly stroked it just like he would have done it for himself. He almost felt himself climaxing, but his mother backed away just in time, leaving his cock quivering with excitement and frustration. She guided him to the source of her warmth between her legs. His cock slid into his mother effortlessly. She was hot and wet.
"Ooh, Mom." he moaned with sheer pleasure.
As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mom's nipple. She bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's pussy. Jack reached under his mom and felt his mother's rounded buttocks.
"Come on, Jack, *fuck* me," his mother said in a strained whisper. He was a little shocked and also not a little turned on by his mother's use of profanity. Jack drove his hips into his mother as he bit gently into her nipple. His mother returned his thrusts and soon their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm by themselves.
"Fuck your mother." she moaned. Jack switched breasts and felt a fresh spray of warm milk in his mouth.
"Mom ... Mom ... Mom." he heard himself moaning involuntarily. Their hips bucked wildly against each other as mother and son came together in a shuddering, cathartic orgasm.
"God, that was good, Jack." his mother smiled. "That was so good and I don't feel the least bit guilty, do you?"
Jack shook his head and couldn't help but smile back. It was true. He didn't feel guilty or ashamed. He actually felt a genuine love and closeness to his mother that he never had dreamt of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with making love to this beautiful and lovely lady who gave him birth.
"I love you, Mom." He heard his voice crack as he hugged his mother tightly.
"I love you, too, Jack." They embraced and he could actually feel himself stirring again.
"Oh, Jack, I wish we could do it once more, but you've got to get back to school." His cock was erect again.
"I could call in sick ..."
"No, Jack, we can't let this part of us displace other things in our life. "Besides, we've got tonight to look forward to." she said playfully as she ran her hands through his hair.
He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes.
"Tonight." she reminded him.
In school Jack was distracted. I actually fucked my mother, he though with a mixture of excitement - and shame. He realized that this was a fulfillment of a sexual fantasy he had long suppressed. He didn't know what this meant for him and Mom but he knew he didn't want it to end.
"... Jack Baker?" Jack was startled from his reverie. He realized with alarm that Mr. Humbert his geometry teacher, was addressing him.
"Huh, could you repeat the question, Sir?" He replied awkwardly.
The class roared with laughter, and Jack just wanted to crawl under the desk.
"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Mr. Baker." Humbert said sarcastically. "Now, class who knows the answer?" Hands all around Jack were immediately raised in response.
Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Jack quickly darted out the door. He raced to the exit but was stopped before he could reach the door.
"Why are you avoiding me, Jack?" said Sara Jo, giving him a hurt look.
"I'm not avoiding you." Jack tried to reply in reassuring voice.
"Well, it certainly seems that way, Jack Baker."
She looked him in the eye. "Is there some else, Jack?"
"No, Sara Jo, God no. I've been busy. With my mother. I'm trying to help her out around the house. She has her hands full with the new baby."
"Of course, Jack, I feel so foolish. How is your mom doing, anyway?"
"Well, she's doing just much better. I'm just trying to help out where I can." he said in voice that sounded to him a little too nervous.
"If there's anything I can do to help please let me know, Jack" she said sympathetically.
"Thanks, Sara Jo. Look, I've got to run. We'll talk later, OK."
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