by Reed James
“Damn,” I panted, my hands stroking her sides, feeling the silk of my skin as she clenched her pussy upon my dick. “I'll take credit for this.”
“Such a bad big brother,” she purred, leaning forward, her fingernails scratching at my chest. “Turning your little sister into your slut.”
“My pregnant slut,” I grinned. “I have to keep that horny, pregnant pussy of yours satisfied.”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned and rose up my cock.
The pleasure spasmed through my body. I groaned, my back arching as she reached the pinnacle. Then my little sister slid back down, engulfing me in her hot silk again. The friction was incredible. Pleasure rippled through my body as she rose up again, her breast jiggling, her hips wiggling. She stirred my cock through her pussy.
“Where did you learn that?” I groaned as she reached the pinnacle and slid back down.
“Alicia Elliston gave me a few pointers at lunch after we fucked in the library,” she groaned. “She knew we were fucking back there. She was one of the girls at the table. But she won't tell.”
“Well, she is fucking her older brother,” I groaned, shuddering at the wonderful way Jenny's pussy clenched as she slid back down. “Thank her. This is awesome.”
Jenny beamed at me, her hips moving faster and faster, her hips twirling more, her pussy clenching and relaxing. It made her already tight pussy heaven. I shivered in delight, my hands tightening on her hips. I let her move how she wanted, just enjoying the feel of her beneath my hands as she rode me. When she bottomed out, she twirled again, grinding her clit through my pubic hair, shuddering in pleasure.
And then she rose up my dick, leaving it glistening with her excitement. She came down harder after doing her twirl and twist. I groaned, my back arching, my balls boiling. It was incredible. She churned the cum in my balls. She went faster and faster, her pussy juices becoming frothy, leaving streaks on my dicks.
She moaned as she rode me, leaning over, her hands resting on my chest. Her breasts jiggled, nipples so inviting. I moved my hands to her tits, pinching her nipples. She gasped, blue eyes widening, such a shudder rippling through her. She rode me faster, her brown hair swaying about her face.
“Yes, yes, yes, big brother,” she moaned. “Oh, this feels amazing for me, too. You have such an amazing cock.”
“You have such an amazing cunt, little sister,” I groaned, unable to think of anything else to say. It was so hard to concentrate on anything but the wet heat sliding up and down my dick. “Fucking ride me!”
“Yee-haw,” she said, a huge grin on her lips. “Gonna ride my bronco so hard.”
“Such a goofball,” I groaned, twisting her nipples.
She squealed in delight, her pussy clenching down so hard on my dick as she slammed down my shaft. I groaned, my balls aching. I couldn't hold out for long. Not in the hot heat of my sister's pussy. Her bedsprings creaked as she rode me so hard, so fast, bucking on me, beaming at me as the pleasure crossed her face.
And then it happened. She slammed down my cock. My balls couldn't take it any longer. The pressure exploded out of me. Hot cum spurted into my sister's incestuous depths. I groaned, bucking up and bouncing her on my cock as I flooded her pussy.
“Big brother!” she squealed in delight, feeling my cum flood her. “Oh, yes. Oh, that's amazing!”
She slammed down my spurting cock. My balls unloaded as her pussy convulsed, her back arched, her breasts jiggling as I twisted her nipples. Her left nipple pulled from my fingers as she heaved and convulsed, cumming just as hard.
“Milk my cock,” I panted, her pussy massaging my flesh. The final spurt of my cum flooded her.
I groaned as she collapsed on my chest, her breasts pressing against me, her lips raining hot kisses across my face. I shuddered as she panted, squirming, her pussy still cumming on my softening cock. She writhed a final time on me and then let out a pleased groan.
“Such an amazing big brother,” she groaned. “Every girl needs a big brother to love her.”
“Yeah,” I groaned, my hands sliding down, squeezing her ass. “Every guy needs a horny sister.”
She giggled.
We kissed and cuddled for another ten or so minutes before she rolled off of me, satiated and sleepy. My cum puddled out of her, making a wet spot on her bed. She didn't seem to mind as she played with my seed leaking out of her pussy. I groaned, wishing I could stay, but Mom might wonder why I was in her room so late.
I pulled on my boxers and a pair of shorts. I didn't bother wearing a shirt for my late-night visit. I grinned as I stepped out of Jenny's room and right into my mother's path.
“Mom!” I gasped, stopping short of bumping into her. She was coming from downstairs, her bleached-blonde hair a tousled mess, her face still beautiful even stripped of her makeup, far more natural and mature. Her breasts strained her purple robe, only half-tied, her cleavage jiggling before me.
My dick twitched.
“What are you doing in Jenny's room so late?” she asked, biting her lip.
My stomach twisted. “She was having a computer problem. I just had to fix it for her. She wouldn't leave me alone until I did it.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, her eyes flicking down my body. I was so aware I was only wearing shorts, my dick growing hard as I tried not to ogle my mom's cleavage. She shook her head and hastily said, “Good night, honey.” Then she hurried around me, walking as fast as possible without it being a run. She opened her bedroom door at the end of the hall and vanished through it, closing it hard.
I blinked at that. “What's up with her?”
Frowning, I headed to my bedroom, stripping out of my shorts, wearing only a pair of dark-blue boxers. My cock was still wet with Jenny's juices, but I didn't go wash up. It felt nice on me. I had just fucked my little sister again.
I smiled at that as I reclined on my bed, staring at my ceiling in the dark. I was one lucky big brother.
* * *
Dr. Bernice Wilson
Sleep refused to come. It was being a real stubborn asshole about it. I was so frustrated. I wanted to sleep. I had a long day, but seeing James shirtless, staring at that youthful, muscular body and his swelling hardon made me so wet. He was so strong, so handsome, so in need of a woman showing him how to be a man. He didn't have his father around to do that. My asshole ex had run off with his secretary and had a new family he doted on. He hardly saw James or Jenny.
So James needed his mother to educate him.
Those thoughts were such poison. I knew they were wrong, but I couldn't get them out of my head. I just wanted to sleep, to forget them. But I couldn't. And masturbating twice with my dildo, cumming as I imagined fucking my son, didn't help. I was still awake.
I glanced at the clock.
3:23 AM.
I groaned. This was so annoying. I just wanted these lusts out of my body. I just needed satisfaction. I needed my son's cock in me so badly. I was desperate. Tears beaded my eyes. I grabbed my pillow, covered my face with it, and screamed into it. The lusts were so strong, so commanding. They demanded my surrender.
And I was so tired of fighting them.
“This is so wrong,” I muttered as I rolled out of bed in my thin nightgown, my nipples hard against the satin material. I pulled it off, baring my naked body. I had stopped sleeping in panties, my pussy soaking them. “You're going to go to jail. Incest is wrong.”
I headed to my bedroom door, juices dribbling down my thighs. I had never been so wet in my life.
“He's going to freak out. I'm his mother. He'll be traumatized by this.”
I opened the door.
“I'll scar him for life. Just so I can satiate myself.”
I walked down the hallway.
“I'm such a terrible mother.”
I reached his doorway.
“Don't do this, Bernice. Just walk away. Go back to bed. Don't give in.”
I opened his door.
He lay sleeping on his bed, lying on his back. His bla
nkets 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.
* * *
James Wilson
My heart raced as my mom—my fucking mother—popped her lips off my cock. I was so confused, shaking off sleep. Was I still dreaming? I had to be dreaming. My mom was sucking my cock. It had to be a dream. What if it was just Jenny actually doing it, and I was still too groggy to think clearly? But, no, that was Mom's face staring at me, framed by her bleached-blonde hair. Her naked, heavy tits swayed beneath her as she rose, her hand stroking my dick, thumb caressing the tip.
And this felt far too real.
“It's okay,” she said. “Don't be afraid. Mommy just needs you so badly, honey.”
“You need me?” My voice was so dry.
She moved up my body. I felt her hot pussy and silky pubic hair sliding on my right leg as she moved up. And those huge, lush tits bounced and jiggled before her. She kept stroking my dick, cooing as she straddled me.
“Mommy needs to show her big, strong son what sex is like,” she moaned. “I have to teach you.”
“Jesus, Mom,” I groaned, my eyes so wide as her pussy lips brushed the tip of my cock.
My mom's pussy. The cunt that birthed me. And it was touching my cock. It was so hot and wet and juicy. This had to be a dream. But it felt so real. I groaned as she rubbed herself against me, her big tits bouncing.
“So just relax and let Mommy teach you,” she purred. “She'll teach you everything you need to know about sex.”
“Holy shit,” I groaned. This couldn't be happening. My mom's pussy was rubbing on my dick and now... “Holy shit!”
Her pussy slid down my cock. It was achingly wonderful. The pussy that birthed me slowly, inch-by-inch, swallowed my cock. I groaned, my balls throbbing with a load of cum. This was so hot. This was so wrong. Even more wrong than fucking my sister.
Why was this happening? It was hot enough having my little sister to fuck. But now my mom? Jesus, I was turning into Clint.
A huge grin spread on my face. I was turning into Clint.
“Damn, Mom,” I groaned as her incestuous cunt engulfed every inch of my dick. “Oh, damn, your pussy is so hot and juicy.”
“And your cock is sooooo big and hard,” groaned Mom. “Oh, Mommy needed to teach you this so badly.”
Hearing her call herself Mommy made my dick throb. I loved it. My hands shot up and seized her breasts. I squeezed those big, pillowy mounds. They were so much heavier and softer than Jenny's. My fingers sank into them while my thumbs brushed her fat nipples, twice as big as my little sister's. Mom groaned, her pussy clenching so hard on me.
And she was so tight. Not Jenny tight, but still amazing. And she really knew how to squeeze her pussy. This was a mature cunt, one that knew how to fuck. I groaned as she slid up my shaft, her back arching, moaning so wantonly.
“Mommy needs to teach you everything,” she panted, her hips wiggling, swirling like Jenny's did.
And then she slammed down me.
“Yes!” I groaned. “Teach me, Mommy.” God, that was so hot to say. “Teach me everything.”
“Mommy will.” Her fingernails scratched at my chest. Her hair swayed about her face. Such passion burned in her face. “Mommy will teach you everything.”
I groaned as she rode me, my bedsprings creaking. I was almost the luckiest guy in the world. If I had more sisters, more cousins, and a hot aunt, I would be the luckiest guy in the world. But that had to be Clint. So I was number two. I had a hot mom and a hot little sister all horny for my cock.
I kneaded my mother's pillowy breasts
as my cock ached and throbbed in her pussy. She slid up and down my dick, twirling her hips, stirring up my cock. I groaned, shuddering beneath her, loving it. She was so hot and sexy. Her pussy clenched on my dick, making me ache and throb. My back arched as my balls churned.
The friction was incredible. It was such a hot thrill to be in her pussy. My mother's pussy. I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs. But Jenny was sleeping in the next room. How would she react to learning I was fucking another girl?
Would she be mad? Jealous? We were lovers. Was I cheating on my sister with our mother?
“Oh, yes, Mommy loves her big, strong son's huge cock,” Mom moaned, riding me so hard, bouncing up and down my dick. “It's such a big dick. Oh, yes. Mmm, Mommy raised such a strong son.”
“You did, Mom,” I groaned, twisting her nipples.
She gasped. “Oh, such a bad boy for playing with Mommy's nipples. Oh, yes. That's so nice. Keep doing that. Mommy will cum so hard on your dick.”
“What a bad mother,” I groaned, “wanting to cum on her son's big cock.”
“Such a bad Mommy,” she moaned, her pussy growing hotter. She rode me harder and faster, her fingernails scratching hard at my chest.
The flare of pain only added to the excitement as she painted burning lines down my chest. I groaned, my hips bucking upward, thrusting my cock into her depths as she slammed down me. I squeezed her nipples, loving her atop me.
But I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to ram my cock so hard into my mother's depths. So I grabbed her hips in my hands and rolled her over. She gasped as I mounted her, her big breasts pillowing against her. I stared down into my mother's dark eyes, drawing back my cock and thrusting in hard.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck Mommy's naughty cunt with that big cock. She's such a bad Mommy. She needs it.”
“Such a bad mommy,” I groaned, staring down at her.
And then I kissed her. Her arms and thighs wrapped tight about my body as our lips met in a hot, incestuous kiss. My mother's tits rubbed on my chest, so soft and yet her nipples so hard. My bed creaked louder as I fucked her. My heavy balls slapped into her taint.
