Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 3

by Reed James

  Doctor's Incestuous Family

  Collection

  (Three Incestuous Harem Stories)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 3”

  I gasped as my son grabbed me the moment I opened the front door. He kissed me hard, pressing me against the wall. I shuddered, my heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration, my hips writhing. My panties were soaked from wearing them all day, his cum slowly trickling out along with my juices.

  It was so exciting examining patients while my son's jizz filled me.

  “James,” I gasped when he broke the kiss, panting for breath. “Jenny's home, she might—”

  He shoved a pair of panties, a hot-pink thong, into my hand as he broke away. They were covered in cum. The style was something that Jenny would wear. Only I didn't recognize this pair of panties. They weren't one of hers.

  “James?”

  “I fucked my girlfriend before school and after school,” he grinned. “And she wanted you to have her panties. They are dripping in my cum.”

  My eyes widened. A hot shudder ran through me as he pulled me into the living room. I stumbled in my heels as he reached the back of the couch and pushed me over it. My bleached-blonde hair dangled towards the cushion. His hands grabbed my ass as I stared at the thong. His cum coated the skimpy cloth, fresh and creamy, so white. And the smell... Salty and tart.

  His girlfriend's pussy.

  “James,” I gasped as he hiked my skirt, exposing the dark-red panties he gave me this morning. He stroked my crotch, feeling how juicy I was. “We can't. Jenny's home!”

  “She just went over to a friend's house to study,” he said. “We can do whatever we like.”

  I shivered. “You mean she's seeing that teacher she's fucking!”

  “She's at Alicia's. Her older sister Zoey picked her up just five minutes ago. Not a creepy teacher. Okay?”

  Maybe Clint was the father of her baby...

  James ripped my panties to the side and slammed his cock into my pussy. I gasped, clenching down on them, my hand squeezing the cum-stained panties. I shuddered, loving him in me as I stared at the thong.

  “Lick them, Mom,” he groaned. “Taste my cum with another girl's pussy juices staining them.”

  “Oh, god,” I panted as he plowed into me, stirring my pussy to a hot froth. “James... That's...”

  “Hot?”

  “Yes!” I hissed and shoved the panties into my face.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Sexy Incestuous Plans

  Doctor's Incestuous Family 7

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Sexy Incestuous Plans

  Dr. Bernice Wilson

  “I need to talk to you,” I said to my nineteen-year-old son, and lover. My heart thudded beneath my breasts. The last three weeks had been so intense, even with all the drama of my youngest daughter lying about her affair with a married professor at her college.

  A married teacher who knocked the little homewrecker up!

  “Sure, Mom,” James grinned. He was such a handsome, young man. Strong and fit, his hair dark, chin chiseled, and his blue eyes piercing.

  He rose from the couch where he sat with his sister, Jenny. She looked so innocent in her pink tights and knee-length skirt, her brown hair held back by her headband. No different from any other naive and innocent eighteen-year-old girl. But it was all an act. She dressed like a slut on the weekend, wearing old clothes that molded to her body, forgetting her bra and panties, teasing poor James.

  But he was a smart enough boy not to touch such a slut.

  “What are you talking about?” Jenny asked, her eyes glancing at me, narrowing.

  “I need your brother to...for a favor,” I said, thinking fast. It was an excuse I had used a lot over the last three weeks. I had him go out with me under the guise that I needed a “man” with me at the hardware store or the sporting good store. Then we'd park like teenagers and fuck. I would say anything to let me get my pussy around his cock.

  I loved feeling my son in me.

  She gave me such a look, like I was stealing her boyfriend or something. Shameless hussy. I gave her a look back and demanded, “Did you clean the bathroom?”

  “Yes, Mom.” She twisted her lips. “James even inspected it. I know you trust him.”

  James sighed, shaking his head. He hated our fighting. “Come on, Mom. Let's talk.”

  I took him upstairs, my stomach twisting. I couldn't believe this had really happened. I was scared and strangely excited all at the same time. I had no idea how he'd react to my news. Would he be happy or horrified?

  He did get off on the idea of breeding me. It was so much fun to roleplay. It just wasn't supposed to happen.

  “What is it, Mom?” James asked. He reached out, grabbing my hips and turning me around. He pressed me against the hallway wall. The TV show Jenny watched echoed from below. James loved taking chances.

  Sometimes the idea struck me he wanted Jenny to catch us. I tried to stop him, but the risk made the sex even hotter.

  I shuddered as his hand slid up my skirt. “Huh? What did you want to 'talk' about, Mom? Your hot, wet, naughty cunt?”

  His hand slid higher up my thigh, caressing my flesh. Ripples of heat washed up me. My nipples hardened. My pussy clenched. My hips shifted from side-to-side. I groaned as he reached my panties, rubbing against them.

  “No,” I panted, grabbing his wrist, trying to push him away. He was strong, eager. “I'm...pregnant.”

  James blinked. His hand froze. “What? Really?”

  I nodded my head, staring at his blue eyes. They were shocked. “It's been a week since I missed my period. My hCG levels are elevated. You...knocked me up.”

  “Damn,” James groaned, his fingers rubbing at my panties again. “I thought you had that implant.”

  I absently brushed my arm, feeling the metal Nexplanon implant beneath the skin. It should have lasted another two years. “Nothing's a hundred percent.”

  “Mmm, so I bred you,” he grinned, sounding so proud.

  “Yes,” I groaned as he rubbed again at my panties, pushing the cloth against my pussy lips.

  “We have to tell Jenny.”

  “No!” I hissed. “I need to think. Figure this out. She's going to...”

  “Call you a huge slut?” James f
inished. “Treat you like you've been treating her?”

  I flinched at his harsh words. I hated how I reacted when I was around Jenny. I didn't understand why. There was just something about my daughter now that made me so catty. Especially when I saw her around James. Maybe I was...afraid he would find her sexier than me. She was younger, her body fresh and innocent. Men liked their women young, new.

  And I had opened James's eyes to incest. If his sister offered, and the way she was acting I sometimes thought she was, he would take it and wouldn't need me. I couldn't lose my son. I loved him so much.

  And Jenny was a proven homewrecker. She was lying about my grandchild's father for a reason. To protect him. He had to be married. And it had to be a teacher at her school. I knew she was having sex. I found her panties still stained with cum from time to time, like she was flaunting it, throwing it in my face.

  Little slut.

  “We have to tell her something,” James said. “I say the truth. Let's go downstairs, tell her that I—”

  “No!” I hissed, my heart hammering. “What we do is illegal, James. She'll tell the police. I just need to...say I met a guy.”

  “Lie? Then she'll think you're a homewrecker, too.”

  “Well, she's lying about her lover!” I hissed, hands clenching. “At least mine's not married.”

  James sighed, muttering something beneath his breath.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing.” He pulled away from me. “This is just all fucked up. This is not the way I want it. I want us to be a loving family.”

  “Tell your sister to start telling the truth.”

  “You're not,” he accused. “Fuck, I need to think.”

  My son headed down the stairs. I shivered, my heart beating. I rubbed at my stomach. This was all messed up. Why did the implant have to fail? Now it was all so...serious. What would James do? He had that girlfriend of his he refused to tell me about. I was sure she was an older woman, like me. Maybe one of his teachers at school. She had definitely taught him a few naughty tricks. He loved using them on me. It made me so jealous that he was still seeing her and that made me so eager to be as naughty as possible.

  And there was Jenny, temptation wrapped in innocent tights. James had to notice her teasing. I couldn't lose another man to a younger woman.

  * * *

  James Wilson

  Learning my mom was pregnant only solidified my need to talk to someone, to get advice. I needed to get both my women on board. But how? They were both so jealous of the other. I could see it in the way they acted around me, getting so catty, both trying to out slut the other while clawing each other's metaphorical eyes out.

  What if they couldn't share me? What if I had to choose? And they were both pregnant. I didn't want to fucking choose. It was like being asked to choose which nut I wanted to lose.

  I wanted them both.

  My destination was a three-story tall house, gray with mauve trim, sitting on a quiet, suburban street about a fifteen minute walk from our house. I had been here only a handful of times, so I was glad I remembered where it was. A large chestnut tree in the front yard had the lawn littered with broad, orange and brown leaves, half-obscuring the walkway to it. My stomach writhed. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

  But he was the only person I could talk to about this.

  I marched up to the front door and rang the bell. It gong through the house. Inside, I heard sounds of movement and several shouts. Footsteps slapped bare across the floor and then the door yanked open and a lanky, tall girl in tight jogging shorts and a sports bra cupping her small breasts appeared, her black hair cut short in a pixyish bob.

  She gave me a grin. “I know you. You fucked your sister in the library a few weeks ago.”

  My cheeks burned.

  “Lee,” another girl said. “Don't be rude, you dumb slut.” The second girl was blonde, holding an infant in her arm, the front of her blouse open, a round breast exposed, milk beading the nipple.

  I flushed at the sight. She was Melody, Clint's cousin and one of his girlfriend's.

  “Hi, James,” Melody smiled, the older girl motioning me in. “What do you...um...? Why are you here?”

  My mother was the gynecologist to Melody and Lee's mother, Vicky Samuels, who also happened to be my history teacher. Sometimes, our families socialized. The last time I had been in the house was for the wake for Melody's uncle, Clint's dad, almost two years ago.

  “Well... I need to talk to Clint.”

  “Already fucked things up with Jenny,” laughed Lee.

  Melody gave her younger sister a look. “You are being a brat to our guest. I want you in the corner with a vibrator shoved in your cunt for thirty minutes. No cumming.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Lee said, her shoulders sagging. She pulled off her jogging shorts, hopping along on one foot as she struggled to get it off. I stared at her exposed, toned ass on her stumbling way to the corner. She almost fell getting the stretchy shorts off her feet but held her balance.

  Melody shook her head, muttering, “...break her dumb neck...”

  My cock hardened. Lee's punishment, and her reaction, was so...casual. And sexual. My cheeks warmed. Lee snagged a vibrator off a coffee table—there were more than a few sex toys scattered throughout the living room—and put her face into the corner like a little girl in timeout.

  Though no littler girl shoved a thick vibrator into her cunt and turned it on to full. Her body shook as it buzzed in her cunt.

  Melody gave me an apologetic smile. “She gets so bratty when she's in a good mood. Clint tries to break her of it, but she saw her baby on the ultrasound today and has been unbearable.”

  “It's fine,” I said, trying not to look at Melody's exposed breast.

  “I'll go get Clint,” she smiled. “He should be finished with Alicia and Pam by now.”

  “Finished...” Then I blushed. “Oh.”

  Melody giggled. “For a guy banging his sister, you are shy about incest.”

  They knew. Right. Jenny and Alicia were friends now. And it appeared Alicia had been talking to her family.

  I stood in the living room, squirming, watching Lee out of the corner of my eye. Her naked ass wiggled. The base of the dildo jutted out between her thighs, her juices dribbling down it. Her fingernails scratched at the wall as she let out a frustrated moan.

  “It's the worst,” she groaned. “I love cumming so much. Everyone knows it. I like being spanked far too much for that to work.”

  I had no idea what to say to that.

  Clint appeared a few minutes later wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, his face flushed. He was two years older than me, the cool senior with two girlfriends that every guy in school was jealous of. He was a few inches taller than me, his hair a little darker. He moved with such a confident swagger. And why not, he had just fucked his little sister and his Asian girlfriend.

  “So, this is weird,” Clint said, walking by me towards the kitchen. “You coming here.”

  “I just... I need to talk to someone. I need advice.”

  “Everyone is coming to me for advice,” he laughed. I blinked at that, wondering who else when he asked, “What about?”

  I followed him into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Gatorade. I bet he needed his electrolytes with all the women in his house he must be fucking. He stared at me as he took a deep drink, waiting.

  “You're just the only guy I know that's...”

  “Fucking his sisters, mom, and aunt?” Clint asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, you want to move onto your mom,” Clint grinned. “I saw her today. She is looking hot. She was practically glowing when she gave Lee her ultrasound and...” He trailed off. “Damn, you are already fucking her.”

  I nodded.

  “It's such a treat being in the very pussy that birthed you again,” Clint said, leaning back. “Feeling her around you.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “But the thi
ng is... They don't know that I'm fucking the other. And... Well, they're both so jealous of each other. They're fighting and it's driving me nuts. I just...”

  “Want to fuck them both at the same time.” Clint bit his lip. “And you don't know how to do it.”

  “I promised them both I wouldn't tell the other.” I groaned. “They just both looked at me and...”

  “And you wanted to make them happy, so you agreed to it.” He took a long drag of his Gatorade then swirled the bottle around in his hand. “You need to get them both in the same place at the same time. Both there for the same reason: to fuck you.”

  “I've been trying. But they're both so afraid the other will find out, they shut things down if there's even a chance of being caught. I was hoping it would happen, but...”

  “Are they up for threesomes?”

  “I don't know. I made a joke about it to Jenny, but she didn't seem all that...receptive.”

  Clint bit his lip. “You've knocked up Jenny. So she'll be eager to keep the relationship. So you need to find out about your mom. See how it excites her.”

  “How?” I asked.

  Clint grinned. “Do you know their panty size?”

  * * *

  Dr. Bernice Wilson

  The hot, wet licking dragged me out of my dreams.

  I opened my eyes into the darkness of my bedroom. It was an hour before I normally woke up according to my alarm clock. And I didn't care. My thighs tightened about my son's head as he devoured my pregnant pussy. I was so glad I told him yesterday. He was so calm when he came back from his three hour walk.

  Jenny and I had both been driving each other wild until then. I was so worried, and she was being a little bitch.

  “James,” I groaned, glad he was licking my pussy. “Oh, Mommy loves it when her big, strong son surprises her in bed.”

  He only let out a hungry growl as he dived back into my pussy. He sucked on my pussy lips. I shuddered, grinding my cunt against his hungry mouth. His tongue slid through my folds, sending delight rippling through me. My hands slid up my body, covered in my nightgown, and squeezed my large breasts.