Doctor's Incestuous Family Collection 2

by Reed James

  The pleasure shot through me. No, I couldn't give this up. I needed them both. I wanted to enjoy them both. I loved them both. Shit. My mom and my sister. It was so hot. So delicious. Mom drained my balls as the rapture flooded through me.

  “Shit,” I panted. “Damn, Mom, I loved it.”

  She popped her mouth off my dick. “Mmm, this is why you can't tell anyone. It's our secret. Promise me, James.”

  I shuddered, not wanting to, but that face, those eyes... This was my mom. “Yes, Mom, I promise.”

  She gave me such a sultry smile, my cum staining the corners of her mouth. “Good. Now I'm going to make you breakfast. You need to keep your strength up.”

  “And I'll talk to Jenny.”

  “See if you can convince the hussy to tell me the truth,” she huffed.

  “Jesus, Mom, stop calling her that.”

  Mom flinched. “I...” She shook her head, grabbing her robe. “She lied. She is having sex with someone. I want to know why.”

  I almost blurted out the truth, but maybe Mom would really freak out if she learned I knocked up Jenny. Maybe it was best if neither knew that I was fucking the other. Jenny wasn't keen on any threesomes the one time I joked about it, and Mom would be horrified that I had knocked up my sister.

  * * *

  Jenny Wilson

  I couldn't believe what Mom had called me. I wasn't a slut. I had only been with one guy. Yes, he was my big, sexy brother, but that didn't matter. I was so furious at her. And how could I be so careless? Just throwing cum-stained panties into the laundry. I had done that all last week and was lucky she hadn't noticed.

  Idiot.

  And why didn't I throw the pregnancy box away with the applicator at school? Everything was all messed up. What would I do? I couldn't tell her who the baby's father was. I needed James so badly. Where was he? Why didn't he follow after?

  I bet it was her! She stopped him.

  A soft knock rapped my door. “Hey,” I heard my brother say as he twisted the doorknob, but I had locked it. “It's me.”

  Such relief surged through me. I bounded across the room and opened the door. He stood there, wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, his hair wet. I glared at him. “You took a shower?”

  “Mom's downstairs,” he said, pushing into the room and closing the door behind him. “Sorry. Mom was hovering around. I didn't think it was a good idea, you know.”

  “Right, Mom thinks you find me annoying.” My face fell.

  He stroked my cheek. “You've been crying.”

  “She called me a slut! A hussy! Can you believe that?” The anger burst out of me. “Just because she hasn't gotten laid in five years, doesn't mean I'm a slut.”

  “Well, you're my slut.”

  I glared at him.

  “Sorry, I meant it as a joke.”

  My eyes narrowed.

  “You're not a slut or a hussy. Your my sexy, little sister. I love you.”

  “Better,” I said and let him pull me to his body. He put his arms around me. “This is all my fault.”

  “It takes two people to make a baby,” I said.

  “No, you wouldn't have had to hide who the father is if I hadn't knocked you up.” He looked down at me. “We could—”

  “No!” Fear clenched through me. I hugged him so tightly. “No, no, no, James. She would get so mad at you. You're older than me. They'll blame you. Incest is illegal. I bet she'll think you molested or raped me.”

  “Like she thinks a teacher molested you? Is that any better?” James swallowed. “Maybe, she'll understand.”

  “How could that prudish bitch understand?”

  “Jenny,” he gasped. “That's our mom. She's not a bitch.”

  “Whose side are you on?” she accused. “She called me those nasty names. I thought you loved me.”

  “I do, but—”

  “Then it's fine. She can call me a slut and a hussy and all those other naughty names just so long as I have you.” I leaned up on my tiptoes. “You're the father of my child. My lover. You are all mine. I'm not giving you up. Especially not for her. So promise me!”

  “Jenny...”

  “Promise you won't do anything heroic and noble by telling mom and taking all the heat.” I squeezed him so tight. “Please, promise me, James.”

  “I promise,” he groaned. “I won't tell her.”

  “Good,” I sighed. It would be so romantic if he did tell, but then we would never get to do anything. Mom would see to that.

  “Jenny, I really think we should tell her—,” he said, but then my lips met his, cutting him off. He groaned, his arms tightening about my body as I kissed him.

  I closed my eyes. Nothing mattered when he was kissing me. Nothing but his lips, his arms, his body. I held him so tightly. I moaned into his kiss, our tongues dueling. I loved it. He was so passionate. I wiggled against him, feeling his cock.

  Why wasn't he getting hard?

  I wiggled harder, my hands sliding down the back of his shirt. I remembered what Alicia told me about licking her big brother's asshole. Maybe I could do something to excite James more. I squeezed his ass through his boxers, writhing my lithe body against his strong form.

  Life stirred through his cock. Maybe he was just worn out. I had been using him a lot lately. And boys couldn't fuck forever.

  My cum-filled pussy grew hotter and hotter. My nipples hardened. I wanted to fuck my lover again. To throw a jizz-stained pair of panties in my mom's face. Just see it splat right against her, the cum smearing her prudish lips.

  “James!” Mom called. “Breakfast is ready.”

  I groaned, breaking the kiss. “Fuck.”

  “Fuck?” James said, arching an eyebrow, his cock throbbing in his boxers.

  “It's what I want to do and what she's stopping us from doing.”

  “James,” she called again, her footsteps clomping up the stairs like the big cow she was. “Your breakfast is done.”

  “Okay, Mom,” he shouted, pulling away from me. Then, softly, he added, “If you want to keep this a secret...”

  “Fine,” I huffed. And why was she making just him breakfast? I guess I wasn't good enough. I was just a slut.

  Mom opened my door. She glanced at me, her eyes hardening. Then she glanced at James and his bulging boxers. My stomach clenched. “I see your sister's being a teasing brat again.”

  “She's not,” James said, his cheeks growing red. “I was just trying to smooth things out. I think you two really should talk. I could be there, mediating.”

  “No!” I hissed at the same time as mom snarled: “Absolutely not!”

  Then I glared at her, and she gave me such a look. It was practically venomous. She actually grabbed James, yanking him out of the room before he was ready. I guess she didn't want her slutty daughter around anyone.

  I let out another screech of frustration. She was such a cunt dragging off my brother. And I was so horny.

  I fell back on my bed, squirming my thighs. I was so grungy. So dirty. My pussy was sticky with drying cum. With a groan, I threw myself back off my bed and marched to the bathroom to take a shower. I would hold my head high around my mother. I wouldn't let her demean me.

  I wasn't a slut. I was my brother's lover.

  * * *

  James Wilson

  “She made you hard,” Mom tutted as she placed the pancakes before me. “That little hussy. You can't trust her.”

  “Jesus, Mom, everything makes me hard,” I said. “And you sound jealous of her.”

  Mom froze, glancing at me. Upstairs, the shower hissed on. Jenny would be in for a cold one. The hot water heater took forever to refill. “I'm not jealous. Of her? What would I have to be jealous of? We're not...dating.” She swallowed. “We're just...”

  “Lovers?” I asked.

  “Just a mother who wants to take care of her son,” she purred, and then she crawled beneath the table. “And you look like you're in discomfort.”

  “Jesus,” I groaned. She was tur
ning into such a slut. Like the last five years since Dad left, and her zero amount of dating, had bottled up all her sexual desires. And now they were exploding out of her, turning her into a horny cougar.

  Not that I was complaining.

  She pulled down my boxers, producing my cock. I groaned, not caring about my pancakes. Jenny had got me so hard with her wiggling and kissing. I so wanted to fuck her. And then Mom's wet mouth engulfed my cock for the second time this morning.

  I leaned back into the hard, wooden chair, groaning as she sucked on my cock. She made these obscene, wet slurping sounds as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. I clenched my hands, my balls aching. I wasn't sure I had any cum left to fire. The tip of my dick was actually sore.

  But it was a good sore. It was an ache that made me squirm in my chair. I breathed in deeply, pancakes and butter and syrup seasoning the air. I shuddered, her tongue swirling about the crown of my dick.

  “You are such a horny mother,” I panted, my heart thudding in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed. “Just a slut that wants to devour her son's cum every chance she gets.”

  She just moaned in absolute agreement, sucking so hard, her hand stroking the base of my dick.

  She massaged my balls with her other hand. I shuddered. There was no cumming fast this time. Not after three other times in the space of an hour. I should be drained by now, but it was so hot. She was blowing me in our kitchen. This was where we ate our breakfasts as a family, spending a few minutes together before school or work.

  And she was doing something so nasty. So naughty. I shuddered, my hands clenching. The chair creaked as I leaned back. The wood dug into my shoulders through my t-shirt. My blood pounded through me.

  The shower turned off upstairs.

  My eyes widened. My dick throbbed in my mother's mouth. I heard Jenny moving. She didn't take a long shower. Not after Mom and I used up all the hot water. And how long before she came downstairs? My heart quickened. I had promised both of them not to tell the other.

  But...if Jenny caught Mom sucking my dick...

  My heart throbbed as my balls ached. A new excitement built in me as I listened to my sister move upstairs. I didn't know what would happen when she came downstairs. But it had to happen. I shuddered, my mom sucking so hard. I was so hot, so aching for my cum. Suddenly, I was on the verge of erupting, the excitement of Jenny catching us burning through me.

  I grit my teeth, struggling to fight my orgasm as Mom sucked so hard on my dick. I had to hold out.

  To be continued...

  Hidden Family Passion

  Doctor's Incestuous Family 6

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Hidden Family Passion

  James Wilson

  My hand clenched into a tight fist as I fought against my surging orgasm. I sat at the table in our breakfast nook, my mom beneath the table, her mouth engulfing my cock, sucking on it with such a wanton lust. Since last night, when she had sneaked in my room and woke me up with a blowjob, she had been a changed woman. Five years of sexual repression spilled out of her. Since Dad ran out when I was fourteen to marry his secretary, she hadn't dated once.

  She hadn't gotten laid.

  And now all her pent-up desires were bursting out of her, turning her into a slut eager for my cock. This was the second blowjob she had given me this morning. The first was after I had fucked her ass in the shower, breaking in her virgin territory. She didn't mind her sour musk on my cock.

  It was insane and I loved it.

  But I was also fucking my younger sister, Jenny. And she was pregnant with my child. Mom found out about the pregnancy, but not that I was the father, and had freaked out. The pair had fought this morning. I wanted to get this all out into the open, to have my mom and sister know that I was fucking the other, but they both swore me to secrecy. They had stared at me with these pleading eyes and...

  “Fuck,” I groaned, my balls boiling, my dick throbbing. It was all so messed up. Mom was scared of going to jail for incest and fucking her nineteen-year-old son while Jenny was scared Mom would have me arrested for molesting her.

  But I had a solution to fix everything. I just had to keep from cumming long enough for Jenny to come downstairs.

  I squirmed in the chair, groaning as Mom sucked even harder. She was so hungry for my cum. Her hand reached into my boxers, massaging my balls as her warm tongue swabbed about the crown of my dick. Upstairs, Jenny moved around, finished with her shower. She was in her room, changing.

  She had to come downstairs and catch Mom sucking me off. I could keep my word and they both could discover that I was fucking them both. And, hopefully, they'd handle it. But Jenny loved me and didn't want to share me, and Mom was acting so weird around my sister.

  Like she was jealous of the attention Jenny was giving me this morning.

  “Come on,” I groaned, my ears craning for the tell-tale creaks of my little sister coming down the stairs.

  Mom moaned and sucked even harder, her hands massaging my balls. She took my plea to Jenny as encouragement to make me cum. I leaned back into my chair, the wooden frame biting into my shoulder blades through my t-shirt. The excitement of getting caught surged through me. It was so hard to resist not cumming.

  Especially with my hot mom sucking my dick beneath the table, the pancakes she made me steaming on the plate before me.

  My teeth ground. Every suck was wonderful torture. My balls boiled, the cum aching to erupt and flood Mom's throat. She would drink it down with such hunger. I had to stop thinking about that, but I could feel her silky, bleached-blonde hair spilling about my thighs. The tablecloth moved as she bobbed her head. I knew her large tits swayed in the purple housecoat she wore. She was naked beneath, her flesh so inviting.

  “Damn, Mom,” I groaned. “Damn, you want my cum so badly.”

  I groaned. Why did I say that? It just made this harder and harder.

  Jenny's bedroom door opened and then closed. My teeth ground harder. I just had to hold out for another minute. I just had to resist the wonderful, hot, wet sucking of my mother's mouth. My hot mother with those lush tits and that ass...

  Damn, her ass was so tight. It was velvet wrapped about my cock and—

  “Fuck!” I snarled again, my balls aching to explode.

  Footsteps creaked on the stairs. My heart beat faster, tensing, ready for my sister's reaction.

  Mom's mouth popped off my cock. “Dammit, I thought she would shower longer.”

  “What?” I panted as Mom shoved my throbbing erection back into my boxers. “You can't stop, Mom. I was so close.”

  Mom crawled out, adjusting her robes, her huge tits swaying. “Sorry, your sister is coming.”

  Jenny walked into the kitchen a moment later, wearing a pair of tight, hot-pink shorts I had no idea she owned and even tighter, pink t-shirt with Care Bears on it firing a rainbow from their bellies. It was a shirt she hadn't worn in year and was far too small, molding to her braless tits. They were round and firm.

  Mom's eyes narrowed, her eyes flicking down my sister's body. “Aren't those clothes a little...old?”

  “They still fit,” Jenny said, her eyes equally hard as she moved up to the table and sat beside me, her tits jiggling.

  It was hard not to ogle them as I sat between the two women, Mom looming over us, her large breasts almost spilling out of her robe. My dick throbbed so hard in my shorts. I was so close to cumming, and Jenny's outfit wasn't helping my dick calm down.

  Or Mom's.

  Damn, they were both so fucking sexy.

  “Really, that shirt looks far too small for you,” Mom said, voice so tight.

  Jenny just smiled. “Well, I thought we were doing yard work today. No point in getting my new clothes dirty. Right, Mom?”

  Mom ground her teeth. “Fine.”

  “And no pancakes for me?” Jenny asked, her voice light. “Or do hussies not deserve to eat.”

  Mom to
ok a deep breath. “Coming right up...dear.”

  “Thanks...Mom.”

  I shivered despite my hardon. I had to do something about it. I opened my mouth to say, “Mom was just sucking my cock and I knocked up Jenny,” when fear stopped me. The way they were acting was so catty. Blurting out the truth might just make things worse.

  And then I might miss out on enjoying both their bodies. They were both so wonderful. So exciting. I loved them both.

  Mom stalked away, heading for the kitchen, her back so straight, her bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders. Jenny gave a vicious smile as she shifted in her chair, her brown hair sweeping loose about her shoulders, no headband holding it back.

  The moment Mom walked to the stove, Jenny's hand shot to my crotch, giving my dick a squeeze. Her eyes widened. In a hushed voice, she whispered, “Oh, no, you've been hard this entire time?”

  “It's fine,” I groaned as she squeezed me.

  She shook her head, biting her lip. The table was between us and mom. Jenny leaned her head against her left hand, her elbow braced on the table, the perfect poise of boredom. But her right hand reached into my boxers, pulling out my cock.

  My eyes widened. I almost objected since Mom was nearby, but then I didn't. Maybe this was a better way to get caught.

  And I really needed to cum.

  “So we are going to tackle the whole backyard today,” Mom said, trying to sound light and airy. “Need to get everything winterized.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned as Jenny's warm, soft hand slid up and down my cock beneath the table.

  “Sounds sooo fun,” Jenny said, rolling her eyes, affecting boredom so well as she jerked me off.

  * * *

  Jenny Wilson

  It was so naughty jerking off my big brother while my harridan of a mother remembered to make me breakfast. I couldn't believe she forgot. My hand stroked faster, loving the feel of his thick dick in my grip, my pussy clenching.

  It would feel so much better in there, but I couldn't get away with that at the breakfast table. But it was so hot doing this under Mom's nose. If she thought I was a slut, then I would be the hugest slut for James. My big brother would get so much ass and pussy. He would be satisfied night and day.