by Reed James
They were so full of my cum.
Mom moaned into the kiss, clutching me with such a desperate passion. Her pussy was so hot about my cock. It practically boiled. She humped against me, using her thighs as leverage. I shuddered every time I buried into her hot flesh, enjoying the friction.
It was incredible.
My mother knew how to fuck. She moaned and writhed, fingernails scratching at my back. Her thighs clenched hard about my hips as she kissed me harder, our tongues dueling. She tasted so wonderful. She felt so wonderful.
“Yes,” she moaned, breaking the kiss as her body heaved beneath me. “Yes, yes, yes! Such an amazing son!”
And then she came.
I drove my cock in and out of her spasming depths. My mother's cunt writhed about my dick, hungry for my cum. Maybe I could breed her, too. I could flood her depths, fill her to the brim with my incestuous seed, and have another woman in my life pregnant with my child.
“Yes,” I groaned. “You want my cum!”
“Mommy does,” she moaned.
“You want to be bred by me. You want your own son to knock you up!”
“Yes!” she hissed, her pussy spasming even harder about my dick, milking me, driving me wild. I groaned, plunging over and over into her depths. Her body heaved beneath me. “Breed your bad, wicked Mommy! Pump me full of all your cum!”
That was all it took. Hearing those words sent a shudder through me. I slammed hard into my mom's depths. My cock buried to the hilt in her hot flesh. She spasmed about me, milking my dick, eager for the cum spurting into her depths.
Rapture shot through me with every blast. It slammed into my mind. Ecstasy consumed me as I flooded my mother's cunt. It was so hot. So wrong. So taboo. I hoped I bred her. I hoped I knocked her up. I wanted to see her and Jenny with their bellies round. Mother and daughter looking so sexy.
“Oh, yes, James,” she moaned, bucking beneath me. “Flood Mommy's cunt. Such a stud! Mommy raised such a stud.”
“Yes,” I groaned and then collapsed on her, breathing heavily, her breasts so soft beneath me. “Damn, Mom.”
“Uh-huh,” she groaned and then shuddered. “And don't worry about actually breeding me. I use the implant.”
“Implant?”
“Nexplanon,” she said. “It's great. Last for three years.” She touched her arm. “I have a little rod in there.”
“Oh,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.
“What type of porn are you watching?” she asked as I rolled off of her. “I know boys your age...do that. But it was exciting, the breeding talk. But we can't have children.”
“Right.”
“And you're too young to be a father.” She gave me a critical look. “If you are having sex, I hope you're using a condom. It's okay going without one with me, but with girls your age...”
“Geez, Mom,” I groaned, suddenly so embarrassed.
“And you're sister can't find out about...this,” Mom continued. She shivered. “I don't want to stop, but we have to keep it a secret.”
“Yeah,” I groaned. How would mom react if she learned I had knocked up Jenny? “A secret.”
“Good.” She gave me a hot kiss. “Mmm, you are a stud. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep tight.”
“Yeah, Mom.”
I shook my head as she rose. She switched from “Bad Mommy” to mother so fast. It was weird. And hot. God, she was hot. My head fell back on my pillow. Both the women in my life. This was crazy.
* * *
Jenny Wilson
I woke up with the urge for cum. Maybe my pregnancy cravings were already kicking in.
Or I was just a horny little sister that loved sucking her big brother's cock.
I giggled at that thought as I opened my bedroom door. It was after seven, the entire family sleeping in on Saturday. I had to hurry. Mom wasn't the type of person to sleep in early even on the weekend. And James's bedroom was adjacent to hers.
Though that just made it even more exciting.
I crept down the hall in my nightgown and panties full of his cum from last night. It was so naughty sleeping with that sticky mess. Though I was eager to take a shower and get cleaned up now. But that could wait.
I opened the door, smiling at the sight of him sleeping, the covers kicked off. The room smelled musty. Had he been jerking off thinking of me? Or maybe it was just myself I smelled. I did smell more than a little raunchy.
I shivered, loving that.
I padded across the room, a squirmy excitement in me. I crept onto his bed, straddling his legs, and reached into his boxers. He had a slit in his fly. I found his cock, still sticky with my pussy juices. I shivered, loving to taste myself. I pulled his half-hard cock out and leaned down, licking at his shaft.
I tasted...different. Sweeter than normal.
I shrugged and lapped again. It had to be my pussy. Who else could he have fucked? Mom? That almost made me laugh out loud. And I still tasted good, if different. I wiggled my hips, my tongue sliding up his cock and brushing the tip. I loved how his crown pulsed as he hardened, throbbing, swelling. Precum beading the tip. I licked it up and savored the flavor.
I stared up at his chest, red scratches standing out against his paper flesh. I grinned, flexing my fingers. I must have really clawed him up while riding him last night.
I felt so naughty as I engulfed his cock with my hungry mouth and sucked so hard. My pussy grew hot. I loved sucking his dick. It was so much fun. I played with his hairy balls, feeling the cum in them—the cum that had bred me. My juicy, pregnant snatch clenched as I sucked so hard on his dick.
“Mom,” he groaned as he came awake. He blinked his eyes then grinned, “Jenny.”
“Mom?” I asked, popping my lips off his dick. “Why'd you blurt that out?”
He froze. “Um, just a weird dream I was having.”
“You were dreaming it was Mom sucking your cock? Our mom?”
“Yeah,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “You're such a horny big brother. Good thing Mom would never do this or I'd be jealous.” I sucked on his cock. It was all mine. Although, Alicia had told me how awesome sharing her older brother with her sisters and other women was.
Shivering, thoughts of threesomes dancing in my head, I sucked on his cock with my hot, wet mouth. He groaned, his back arching. His hands clenched at the sheets. He shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head as I sucked and bobbed and worshiped his cock. He tasted so good in my mouth. That sweet taste was delicious.
I bobbed faster and faster, fondling his balls, watching his body squirm and writhe. My tongue swirled. I sealed my lips, giving such a tight suction. And that made him groan. Alicia told me about deep-throating, but I don't think I was ready for that.
Yet.
I would one day.
For now, I just concentrated on loving my big brother, on giving him all the pleasure I could. I sucked so hard, my mouth moving up and down. Saliva ran down my chin. It was so hot. I made such naughty sounds.
“Jenny,” he groaned, his hand gripping my brown hair, holding my head.
That made me feel so loved.
“Damn, Jenny. Damn, I have the best little sister in the world. I love you so much.”
Flutters ran through my body from my hot pussy. My free hand shoved between my thighs and rubbed the sticky crotch of my panties, massaging my flesh. I was on fire. I shuddered, stroking myself, teasing, my orgasm building so fast.
It was so hot giving the man I loved, my brother, pleasure. It made me so happy. I pressed the wet fabric of my panties into my hot, pregnant folds as I sucked and loved him. He groaned, shuddering. His eyes rolled back into his head.
“Fuck,” exploded from his mouth. “Oh, damn, Jenny. I'm going to cum.”
That was the point. I sucked so hard, feeling his balls tightened. I rubbed at my hard clit through my panties, stroking the sticky material against my throbbing nub. Harder and faster, my mouth bobbing furiously on his dick.
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sp; And then that wonderful moment happened. His cum spurted into my mouth.
Hot, salty jizz splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed it with greedy gulps, shuddering as I massaged my clit. His cum warmed down to my belly. The first protein of the day. I groaned, such naughty thoughts bursting through my mind.
And came.
I moaned about his spurting dick as the pleasure rippled out of my pussy. It washed through my body. I heaved, gulping it all down. The salty delight coated my throat. I loved it. My mind drank in the pleasure as I swallowed the last drops of my big brother's seed.
“Thanks, Jenny,” he panted. “Damn, I love waking up like that.”
I grinned and popped my mouth off his dick. “I have to take a shower. You can join me.”
Before he could answer, I scampered off the bed, my nightgown falling off my hips. I darted for the bedroom door and opened it, stepping into the hall. And almost ran into my mother, wrapped up in a loose robe.
“What were you doing in your brother's room?” Mom asked.
I shuddered, still tasting his cum in my mouth. “Um... I was...”
“Snooping?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. “Trying to find something to get him in trouble?”
I flushed and nodded my head. It was easier agreeing to that than making up my own lie.
Mom gave me a hard look. “We need to talk.”
My stomach twisted into ice. “About tattling on him?”
“No, about this?” She grabbed my arm and yanked me to the bathroom. It was on the opposite side of the hallway a few feet closer to Mom's bedroom door from James's. She opened it and pulled me inside. Then she bent down in the wastebasket and grabbed—
“Oh, no,” I groaned, spotting the pregnancy test box. How could I be so stupid? I disposed of the incriminating test at school and forgot all about the box it came in.
“Oh, no indeed,” Mom said. “Are you pregnant?”
To be continued...
Incestuous Anal Delight
Doctor's Incestuous Family 5
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
by
Reed James
Incestuous Anal Delight
Dr. Bernice Wilson
There was silence between me and my baby girl, my sweet and innocent Jennifer as the fear played across her face. Her eyes were locked on the pregnancy test box held in my hand. The actual applicator was missing. She probably disposed of it and forgot all about the packaging as she tried to hide her pregnancy from me.
She was only eighteen. It seemed so young. I wasn't ready to be a grandmother. Especially not after last night.
I had surrendered to my forbidden lusts. I had seduced my nineteen-year-old son into incest. He had been confused, at first, but I stroked and sucked him, making him so horny. And then I rode him, and he had loved it. He had cum so much in me. I had planned on giving him a wake-up blowjob. I now understood why my patient, Cheryl, fucked her son.
It was the hottest thing in the world. So wrong. So forbidden. I was so eager for more.
I was so excited to suck his cock. And then Jenny came out of his room, sneaking around while he slept, looking for ways to get him in trouble like she always was. Anger flared through me. I didn't want to handle the whole pregnancy thing this way, but...
“Well?” I demanded, shaking the box in her face. “You're pregnant?”
“I'm...pregnant.” Her gaze fell. She fidgeted in her nightgown. Her body shook. “It was so dumb. There was this boy and I just...got carried away.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, arms folded. It was so easy to get carried away. My pussy clenched, remembering the feel of James in me. “Carried away? I thought I taught you better. Didn't you at least make him wear a condom?”
She winced. “I was at a party, the one I went to with James two weeks ago and there was this boy.”
“You said that already,” I said. “Of course there was a boy. That's how reproduction works.” I couldn't believe this. I was a Gynecologist, and my daughter didn't bother with protection.
“And...I don't know, I was just so caught up in it. We were kissing in a room. All alone. And I felt so...” She trailed off, blushing. “And...it just happened.” She looked at me, her blue eyes so wide. “I swear it. It just happened. We...did it. It all happened so fast. I didn't even think about...protection until it was over. Then I freaked out and had James take me home. He didn't know,” she added with haste. “But now I don't know how to contact the boy. He goes to another school or something. I didn't even catch his name.”
“Don't know who he is?” I asked, my stomach twisting. “So it was only the one time? And that knocked you up?”
Jenny nodded her head. “It was the center of my cycle. I've read that makes girls...want to do it...”
“So it's all your hormones fault?” My tone grew frosty.
“I guess.” she shifted.
My stomach twisted. I asked again, “And that was the only time?”
She nodded her head.
“You haven't been having any sex since?”
Another nod.
My hand clenched on the box. She was lying to me. To my face. My baby girl was keeping secrets. “So you didn't have a boy over the day when I caught you in the downstairs bathroom about to take a shower?”
She froze.
“That would have been the day before the party, right?”
“No, Mom. I just needed to shower. James was upstairs and—”
“And I didn't find fresh cum on your panties last night?” I asked, leaning towards her. “Huh? I just imagined the fresh stains? They were still wet.”
She trembled.
“Who are you having sex with, Jenny?”
“No one,” she said, her voice rising. “You were mistaken. It wasn't cum.”
“Then what was it?”
James opened his bedroom door. Jenny glanced at him. My son froze, wearing only his boxers. Jenny had woken him up. He needed his sleep. His face furrowed. “What's going on?”
“Your sister is lying to me about everything,” I answered. I held up the pregnancy test box. “Some boy knocked her up, and she's hiding who he is. She's been seeing him for at least two weeks unless...” My eyes widened. “Is it a teacher? Is that why you told me this lie about the party?”
“Lie?” James croaked.
“It's not a lie,” Jenny insisted. “And it wasn't with a teacher.”
“Then who?” I folded my arms. “Who knocked you up? Who are you hiding? Is he married? Did he molest you? Are you being coerced?”
“God, no, Mom!” Jenny fumed, stamping her foot. “It was just that one time. I don't know what you found in my panties.”
“And the wet spot on the couch I found the day you dashed to the shower? Were you fucking the boy like a little hussy on my couch!” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I didn't even understand why I said them. Where had this anger come from? I glanced at James. I had fucked my son. How was I any better than my daughter?
She glanced at him again then backed up towards him like she meant to hide behind him.
More anger spiked. “Answer me, Jenny! Who is the father of your child?”
“A boy! I don't know his name! It was a stupid mistake!” She glanced at James.
“Mom,” he said, moving forward. “You need to calm down. Why would she lie about this?”
“To protect the father.” My eyes narrowed. “Just tell me, Jenny. You're scaring me.”
“I told you.” Tears filled her eyes. “Just believe me, Mom.”
“How can I? You lied to me. You have had sex more than that one time. And in my house!”
James's face paled. “How do you know, Mom?”
He was such a good brother, so concerned for his little sister. But she didn't deserve it. “I found her panties. Soiled. She had sex yesterday. Did she bring home any boys, James?”
“No,” he said slowly.
“Then it was at school. Oh, god, it is a teach
er. And I bet he's married.”
“It's not a teacher!” she shrieked stubbornly. “And I didn't have sex yesterday!”
“Yeah, when would she?” James added.
He was so nervous. It had to be about last night. He didn't want to let Jenny know what we did. He was protecting me. I was just as bad as this teacher who preyed on Jenny. But it was so hot with James. It was so sexy.
“You're going to stand here and tell me who—”
“I told you!” Jenny shrieked then, crying, she turned and darted down the hallway and burst into her bedroom.
“Jenny!” James called. He started to head down the hallway to his sister, but I caught his hand.
“No,” I hissed. “Let the little hussy cry in her bedroom.”
“Hussy, mom?” James asked, anger in his voice.
Why was I acting like this? I shouldn't be demeaning her. She was being preyed on by this teacher, and yet... She was a slut. A slut like her mother. A filthy whore who couldn't be trusted around any man. I bet the teacher was married, and she fluttered her eyebrows and cooed and acted so coy and flirty, luring him from his wife.
Just like that whore Pete married.
I stroked my son's hand. “She's been so bad,” I said, unable to help myself. He was so damned sexy. So strong, so muscular, so handsome. I bet Jenny saw it, too. The way she kept turning to James. I'd have to watch the little minx. “I need you.”
“Need me?” he asked, still staring down that hall, tricked by her crying tears. He wanted to go to her.
I pulled him towards the bathroom. “Mommy needs her big, strong son. I was coming to wake you up with a blowjob.” But that little tramp was in there, snooping. “She'll be crying for a while. We could take a shower together.”
I was such a hussy. A wanton, slutty mommy. My hand slid down his muscular stomach to the waistband of his boxers. I slid them in, grasping his hardening cock. He groaned, his eyes peeling away from his sister's door to stare at me. He groaned as I stroked him, feeling his dick throb and grow stiffer.
