Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 2

by Reed James

  Doctor's Incestuous Family

  Collection 2

  (Three Incestuous Harem Stories)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 2”

  My son lay sleeping on his bed, lying on his back. His blankets had slipped down. In the soft light bleeding through his half-closed blinds, I could see his muscular chest. It rose and fell swiftly as he slept. My eyes flicked down his body to his crotch hidden by his blanket. I licked my lips.

  “Last chance,” I whispered to myself.

  But I was too weak. I knew it was wrong, but I headed in anyways. I closed the door slowly behind me, twisting the handle before it reached the door jam, ensuring there was no sound. I trembled as I crossed his carpeted floor, not making a sound. I was such a bad mommy.

  I reached his bed, staring down at his sleeping face. This was the son I carried in my womb for nine months. I brought him into the world. I held him, nursed him, raised him. And he had grown up into such a handsome man. A stud. Just what an older, horny woman needed in her life.

  “I'm so going to jail and hell,” I muttered as I grabbed the blanket.

  My entire body trembled, my stomach twisting, my pussy dripping, as I pulled back the blankets. Slowly, I revealed more and more of his body. His rippling abs with a line of hair running down them. A soft down that grew thicker at the waistband of his boxers. His denser patch of darker pubic hair just peeking out. His cock tented his boxers, half-hard. Then I stared at his thick, strong thighs.

  My pussy clenched in desire. I rubbed my thighs together, pressing on my aching clit. I was such a bad mother. I mounted his bed, moving so slowly, studying him. He kept sleeping. He could sleep through anything.

  Even a blowjob?

  I licked my lips, my breasts dangling before me as I straddled his legs. My wet pussy rubbed on his knee as my fingers stroked his dark-blue boxers. I knew all of his underwear. I had been washing them all his life. And this pair had a flap in the front. I reached into it, trembling. This was it. After this, I would have molested my nineteen-year-old son,solutely I would have committed incest.

  I could stop this.

  No, I couldn't. I was lying to myself. I could never stop this. I needed this. No matter how wrong it was, how much it might damage my son, I had to satiate my desires. I was such a bad mother.

  His cock was warm in my hands. That soft yet firm feel. I pulled him out. He was sticky, a spicy musk filling my nose along with his salty skin. The scent was familiar. My eyebrows furrowed. It reminded me of Jenny.

  The idea of James fucking his sister was laughable. He barely tolerated his sister. He hated how she was always tattling on him and following him around. He called her a brat. Whomever had knocked up Jenny, it wasn't my son.

  I was the only deviant pervert in the family.

  I trembled, holding his cock as I leaned over. My breasts pressed into his thighs right below his boxers. My nipples throbbed as my tongue licked up his shaft. Maybe the flavor was from the lotion he was using to jack-off. I had found a lotion bottle in his room before, hidden under the bed, along with a box of Kleenexes.

  I had just ignored them. He was a young man.

  My tongue climbed higher and higher, reaching the spongy tip of his cock. I swirled it, feeling it harden beneath my stimulation. I loved the way he throbbed, the blood flowing into his cock, getting him nice and hard for my pussy.

  I shuddered as I sucked my son's cock. I made this dick in me. I raised it. And now I would enjoy all the fruits of my labor.

  My tongue swirled around his dick. I hadn't given a blowjob in so long, but I remembered how to please a man. I sucked so hard, my cheeks hollowing as his dick grew harder and longer. He swelled in my stroking hand as I pleased him.

  He groaned in his sleep. My heart raced so badly. Part of me wanted to dart away before he woke up.

  But my pussy wouldn't let me.

  I stared up at him, watching him as he groaned. His dreams must be so wild right now as I sucked harder. His cock was hard and turgid, at its full erection now. I bobbed on him, liking the spicy flavor of his lotion and the salt of his precum. I wiggled my hips, rubbing my naked breasts on his thighs. Juices trickled out of me.

  I was so eager to fuck my son.

  He groaned, eyes fluttering. “Jenny,” he muttered as he came awake. “Oh, that's nice.”

  My heart raced faster and faster. Why did he say his sister—

  “Mom!” he gasped.

  My lusts and fear both surged at his outburst, my stomach clenched as my pussy burned. My son stared at me, banishing any concern from my thoughts save what I had to do. I had to calm him. I had to seduce him. I had to let him know that his mommy loved him so very much.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Mommy Rides Her Son

  Doctor's Incestuous Family 4

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Mommy Rides Her Son

  Dr. Bernice Wilson

  The pregnancy test box fell back into the wastebasket from my numb fingers. I trembled, shocked. My baby girl might be pregnant. My baby girl was having sex and thought she might be pregnant. She was only eighteen. I know girls were so sexually active these days, but she had always seemed so innocent. I was too young to be a grandmother.

  This couldn't be happening.

  I stumbled out of the upstairs bathroom, trying to picture my innocent Jennifer having sex with a boy. She dressed so conservatively in her long skirts and cute tights, her brown hair held back by a pink hair band. She wasn't the type of girl that would be having sex at such a young age.

  And unprotected sex.

  I was a gynecologist and an obstetrician. I had explained it all to her, how her reproductive cycle worked, the best protection methods to use. I should have insisted she went on birth control, I just didn't want to believe that she was ready for sex. I know, she was eighteen. They developed so fast. It made me feel so old. I wasn't old. I was still beautiful. I still had a fit body.

  I still had desires.

  Flashes of James, my nineteen-year-old son, dashed through my mind, memories of seeing him shirtless, his body toned, athletic, rippling with developing muscles. The incestuous lust, triggered by my pregnant patient Cheryl Elliston, fired through my body.

  No, I was way too young to be a grandmother.


  I stumbled down the stairs, moving in a daze. Noise came from the dining room. I vaguely remembered dropping off Chinese takeout on the table for dinner when I walked in from my day at the office. It was Friday. I didn't feel like cooking anything. James and Jenny laughed, sounding like brother and sister. So innocent.

  One was having sex and the other I wanted to fuck.

  What was happening to our family?

  I don't know why I ended up in the laundry room. It had to be done, but normally I would wait until after dinner. But there I was, my family's clothing presorted, ready for the weekend wash. I just had to do something, anything, normal right now. Everything was insane. My little girl couldn't be pregnant.

  But what if she was? How would I talk to her? I would have to confront her, get her to talk. She must be so scared.

  My hand reached into her underwear pile, pulling out the first thing I grabbed. It was a red thong. Such a daring cut. I shuddered. I should have seen the warning signs. Her underwear had been so daring since she turned eighteen. She was buying thongs and other skimpy underwear, and bras with lace and ribbons, things that were meant to be shown to a lover and...

  My eyes widened. The crotch of her thong held the unmistakable traces of cum. I breathed it in, that tang of salt and a spicy, feminine musk. It was fresh. These were the panties she must have worn today.

  She had sex at school or after school and...

  I groaned in realization, feeling like such an idiot. Two weeks ago, I came home early from work, dazed by the idea that Cheryl Elliston might have been knocked up by her twenty-year-old son Clint instead of her obvious lie about a one-night stand while on vacation in Mexico. I thought I smelled pussy—this pussy—in the living room and found a wet spot on the couch.

  It wasn't a drink spilled by one of my careless children.

  And then I found Jenny in the downstairs bathroom. Showering. No one showered down there. She sounded a little off, too, when I talked to her through the door. Was she washing off after her and her...boyfriend? She never even mentioned having one. Had I just missed him dashing out the back door? And James was home, upstairs. Did he even know about what his little sister was doing?

  “Mom?”

  I jumped, letting out a startled shriek, clenching my daughter's thong tight to my chest as I whorled. I felt the fresh cum press on my skin as I turned around and stared at my son, James. He was tall, his hair brown and short, his face handsome with a boyish charm. A hot flush shot through me.

  Jenny was being fucked by a young man like James.

  Images of riding James, flashes from my masturbatory fantasy this morning, shot through me. I imagined riding his cock, ushering him into the pleasures a woman could give him. He didn't date, either. I could teach him, educate him...

  What was wrong with me?

  “You okay, Mom?” he asked.

  “Fine,” I panted.

  “Food's getting cold. I think laundry can wait.”

  “Right,” I said, trembling. He was so sexy. So handsome. I wanted to fuck him so badly. This was all Cheryl Elliston's fault. Why did she and her deviant family have to be my patients? I bet Clint was fucking all of them. His sisters, his mother, definitely his cousins, and his aunt. It was so wrong. So taboo.

  My pussy clenched so hard. I had to get laid. It had been so long. Several years.

  “Well?” James asked, shaking his head. “You seem out of it.”

  “Just a weird day at work,” I said, throwing my daughter's soiled thong into the washer machine. “Let's eat.”

  * * *

  James Wilson

  I ran my hands up and down my sister's waist as I sat on her bed. Her room was farthest from Mom's. I grinned, loving the sight of her brown bush already wet with her excitement. Her round breasts jiggled, pink nipples hard. Without her hair band, her brown hair fell around her face, swaying as she wiggled her hips, soft R&B music crooning through the room.

  “When do we tell Mom?” she asked as I gripped her hips, my cock throbbing.

  “Do you really want to talk about that now?” I asked, loving the feel of her beneath my fingers.

  Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and my hard cock thrusting up against my stomach. “Mom was so weird during dinner. She kept looking at me.”

  “And me,” I shrugged. “She's just being a spaz. Why, do you think she suspects?”

  Jenny bit her lip.

  “We've been real careful. You disposed of the pregnancy test, right?”

  “At school,” she nodded.

  “And we've been quiet.” I grinned at her. “That's so hard when I'm in you, but we do it. She has no idea, okay? You're just feeling jumpy because of our secret.”

  Then I leaned in, kissing her flat stomach. Our little baby was in there, so tiny right now. It made me so hard knowing I bred my little sister. My cock throbbed. I kissed her again, moving lower, nuzzling, smelling her spicy excitement.

  “Maybe,” she sighed as I reached her soft, brown bush, nuzzling through her silky hairs. My hands reached behind her, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight against me. “I guess you're right.”

  “I always am,” I said, pressing my lips lower, feeling her heat, tasting the first hints of her spicy musk.

  “You still vape. That's not right.”

  “It's so right,” I groaned. “I'd tell you to try it, but you're pregnant. Nicotine's bad for the baby.”

  She shivered at those words, a happy moan escaping her lips. Her fingers dug into my hair as I pressed my face between her thighs and felt the warm wetness of her pussy lips. That hot silk my dick craved day and night.

  My sister's cunt.

  Every time I thought that, savoring that incestuous delight, my cock twitched. My tongue ran through her folds, tasting her forbidden juices while her breasts jiggled over my head. She sighed, fingers tightening as my tongue probed through her folds, exploring her, tasting her, teasing her.

  Her hips undulated. Her hot pussy ground on my face. She shivered, gasping as I brushed her hard clit. I circled the nub, knowing how much she liked it. My fingers dug into her butt, my excitement mounting as her juices trickled down my face.

  I loved eating her pussy. She was so loving after cumming.

  My fingers slid into her butt-crack. It was warm between them. I caressed her silky skin, sliding down to her asshole. She gasped as I circled it, staring down at me with her blue eyes. They twinkled with excitement as my finger teased it.

  Then I penetrated her asshole.

  “James,” she sighed, her sphincter clenching on my finger as I wiggled it deeper and deeper into her hot bowels. At the same moment, I thrust my tongue into her pussy, pressing into her depths and swirling around her hot silk. “Oh, yes, James.”

  Her breathing quickened, and those delicious breasts jiggled over my head. My free hand, not fingering her asshole, slid around her side and up her body. I grasped her right breast, squeezing it, her nipple so hard. She shivered as I brushed her nub.

  I loved the sounds she made.

  I fingered her asshole, pumping in and out while my tongue swirled through her silk. I teased her, loved her, savoring every juicy delight her eighteen-year-old body had to offer. My dick throbbed as I devoured her pregnant snatch, eager to be in her, to squirt more cum in her.

  My tongue slid out of her depths to brush her clit. I swirled and then sucked on it, my lips nibbling. That made her buck hard, her asshole clenching on my probing finger. Her groan was long and low and slow. I squeezed her breast, loving how soft yet firm it was, that wonderful contradiction.

  How would Mom's larger breasts feel in my hands?

  “Oh, yes, James,” she moaned. “Oh, you're such an amazing big brother. Just awesome.”

  “Going to cum?” I asked her then took a flick at her clit.

  “So hard,” she moaned, her fingers pulling at my hair. She shivered as my tongue battered her clit, flicking over and over. “Oh, god, big brother!”

  I loved it when she calle
d me big brother as she came.

  Her juices flooded my hungry mouth. That spicy delight. I drank them down while her asshole spasmed on my finger. She bucked, her right tit jiggling in my grip, her left bouncing unconstrained. Brown hair danced about her beautiful, youthful face as she clenched her jaw to keep from screaming out her orgasm.

  She shivered and shuddered and writhed through her orgasm. I tongued her pussy, jamming into her depths. I savored her spasming flesh around my tongue, my dick throbbing in such envy. Her spicy musk filled my every inhalation. I savored her aroma, her taste, her. I loved her.

  “Big brother,” she groaned, her fingers relaxing in my hair. “Oh, you're so wonderful. Love you.”

  “Love you, too,” I groaned.

  She leaned down, pushing back on my shoulders with her hands so she could kiss me. My finger popped from her ass as her hot lips met mine. Her tongue flashed out, tasting herself on my lips. That made me throb more. I groaned into the kiss, squeezing her right breast and thumbing her nipple.

  Her right hand trailed down from my left shoulder, brushing across my chest. Her fingers traced fire as they moved lower and lower. She grasped my dick, making me shudder. My eyes widened. I groaned into her mouth as she stroked my cock.

  Then she straddled me, pushing me backward with her left hand, her right guiding me between her thighs. I laid back on her bed, grinning at her as she brought my dick to her wet pussy. She rubbed it on her folds, her silky pubic hair and hot labia rubbing on the sensitive crown.

  “Mmm, now I'm going to make you cum just as hard,” she purred.

  “You just want to feel my dick in you. Such a naughty little sister.”

  She giggled, beaming at me. “I am. And it's all your fault.”

  “You're the one that wanted to seduce me.”

  “You're fault,” she groaned as she sank her pussy so slowly down my cock. “You made me into...a pervert!”

  Her voice was so throaty as she engulfed me. I shuddered, savoring the hot silk of her wet pussy sliding farther and farther down my shaft. She wiggled her hips, shuddering as she took more and more of my dick into her depths. I grunted when she bottomed out, my dick buried in incestuous heaven.