Incestuous Harem Collection 5

by Reed James

  “Love you, big brother!” I moaned, my cunny milking out every drop of cum.

  “Love you, princess,” he groaned, pulling back his cock and driving it one final time into my depths. It was wonderful.

  * * *

  Vicky Samuels

  I could feel the vibrator in my pussy as I moved around in front of my class, going from my large, detailed map of the Eastern United States during the colonial period, to write on the whiteboard as I gave my lecture on the events leading up to the Revolutionary War. It was the second class I taught in the day. My daughter, Melody, was front row, sitting tall, an eager smile on her lips.

  I kept glancing at her. She had her phone out on her desk, like she was waiting for something. I shivered, my pussy clenching on my vibrator. I kept glancing at her. She was a beautiful girl, and even more so now that she was dressing more feminine than her usual baggy clothes, shedding her tomboy persona in favor of a sexy woman now that she and Clint had taken their relationship farther. She was always his friend, but had always wanted to be more.

  And now she had it.

  Her blonde braid fell over her shoulder and dangled before her as she looked at her phone. A smile crossed her lips. Then she looked up, her hazel eyes dancing. I bit my lip. There had been almost no humming from my vibrator at all today outside of a few little buzzes before school.

  Was it about to happen?

  “And that led directly to the events in Boston,” I said. “The redcoats feeling a great deal of pressure to keep the restless population in check.”

  Melody picked up her phone, aiming it at me. Her smile grew.

  The vibrator hummed to life.

  I gasped at the sudden, humming delight churning my pussy. My words faltered. I gripped the projector's side as a wave of dizzy heat washed over me. I groaned, my hips wiggling as the delight churned by the vibrator washed through me.

  She had her phone aimed at me, recording as heat burst across my face. I felt the sweat beading my brow, my cheeks burning. I straightened, staring out at my class watching me, some bored, others attentive.

  I couldn't show any signs that I had this amazing churning in my pussy. But it was so hard. My hands clenched on the remote for my computer, controlling the slideshow hooked into the projector from my button. I pressed the button, changing slides in PowerPoint.

  I stared at it, my entire body churning with pleasure. It was a woodcarving of British soldiers aiming at a group of civilians. I blinked at it, struggling to remember what I was supposed to say as that wonderful, humming delight buzzed through me. My body spasmed.

  “Something wrong, Mom?” Melody asked. “You look flustered.”

  “Fine,” I gasped, turning to the class. “Who can tell me what this woodcarving is?”

  I couldn't think. I should know it, but the only thought racing through my mind was the vibrator churning my pussy. I had been so hot and excited all morning, and now I had relief. My orgasm swelled in me.

  The vibrator hummed faster. It buzzed in me. Nerves radiated out the bliss through my body. I fought to keep from moaning out like a wanton hussy before my students as I trembled, assaulted by a tide of sensations.

  “Anyone?” I asked, staring at my students in desperate hope. My thighs clenched together. Oh, god, this was amazing. My pussy drank in every last sensation, building and building towards that moment of explosive release. “It was in the reading you were all supposed to have done.”

  Melody raised her hand, phone still pointed at me.

  “Yes, Mi...Melody.” I almost called her Mistress. That would have been disastrous.

  “Why don't you tell us, Mom,” she said, her lips curling. I could almost hear her say “slut.”

  “It's the..um...” I licked my lips, glancing at it. The humming intensified. Clint turned the vibrator up another level. How could I think with rapture humming in my cunt?

  My naughty, nasty, submissive cunt.

  I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. My students watched me, muttering. They all stared at me. Only Melody knew what was going on. The rest were oblivious. I wanted them to know I was my nephew's whore.

  I couldn't. But I wished they all knew I had a master, and that he was driving me wild right now.

  Fingers fumbling, I texted Clint a single word: “Come?”

  Stupid autocorrect.

  “No.” he answered a moment later. “Better keep teaching.”

  “Is something wrong, Mom?” Melody asked. “You looked so flustered and flushed. Like you're about to have an orgasm or something?”

  “No, no, I'm fine,” I groaned, putting my phone away. I fought against the pleasure. No cumming. “Now this picture is...” I took a deep breath. I wanted to explode. My hips wiggled. I stared at my students. They looked at me, the boys grinning, the girls fidgeting. My breasts jiggled in my low-cut blouse as I squirmed. “Oh, god, I'm not...feeling well. I need to...”

  I stumbled to my desk. I sat down on it, leaning back. A few of the girls stood up. “Ms. Samuels...?” Tiffany said, approaching as I squeezed shut my eyes. The vibrator hummed louder and louder. I was surprised the girl didn't hear it. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, Mom, are you okay?” Melody asked, standing beside Tiffany, the pair before my desk. “You look so flustered and flushed. Doesn't she look like she's about to have an orgasm?”

  “Orgasm?” Tiffany asked.

  “But she couldn't have that,” Melody smiled. “That would be wrong.”

  “Yes, yes... Just...” I groaned, clenching my stomach, my pussy aching. The pressure wanted to burst through me. “Just...stomach...cramps.”

  “Uh-huh,” Melody nodded, still filming me.

  This was torture. Sweet, wonderful torture. All my students watching me, seeing me struggle not to cum in front of them. But I wanted to. I wanted to explode. To cum like a slut before my students like the nasty, filthy whore I was. I wanted to rip down my panties, spread my thighs, and let them see the vibrator humming away inside me.

  To scream out: “My nephew is my Master and I am his nasty sex slave!”

  I bit my lip instead.

  “Looks so difficult,” Melody said. “Be brave, Mom, you can get through it.”

  “T-thanks, Mist...Melody.”

  “Mist?” frowned Tiffany, her brown hair swaying as she glanced at Melody.

  “She calls me Mist sometimes,” Melody laughed. “It's her nickname for me. Right, Mom?”

  “Yes, Mist...” God, I wanted to say the whole world. My entire body squirmed, my chair creaking and—

  The vibration stopped.

  I shivered, letting out an explosive breath. My eyes blinked. I wiped my brow, my pussy still on fire, but the explosion was no longer on the verge of detonating. The pressure dwindled. I groaned, leaning forward in my chair.

  “I think it's passed,” I said, standing up on shaky legs a minute later.

  “Are you sure you're okay?” Tiffany asked. “Ms. Sullivan, you look so flushed.”

  “She does,” Melody agreed, still filming me.

  My phone buzzed in my cardigan's pocket. I pulled it out. A single word from Clint: “Cum.”

  How had he gotten autocorrect to recognize that—

  The vibrator exploded through me at its highest setting.

  Even if Clint hadn't given me permission to cum, there was no stopping the explosion bursting through my pussy. My legs buckled. I fell to the floor on my knees. I groaned, shuddering as the vibrator churned my cunt to a froth.

  Pleasure burst through me. My head snapped back, my hands clutching my lower belly as my body shivered. I moaned out in rapturous joy before all my students. It burst out of me as the pleasure washed through my body, churned by the amazing, buzzing toy.

  “Oh, god,” I groaned.

  “Ms. Samuels,” Tiffany gasped, falling to her knees beside me. She grabbed my shoulders. “Are you in pain?”

  “So much,” I groaned as I bent over. The vibrator hummed, buzzed, churned me to a froth.
I grabbed her arms for support, leaning towards her.

  She hugged me. “I got you, Ms. Samuels,” she squeaked, frightened. “Don't worry. Someone, get the nurse.”

  “No, no, no,” I moaned, shivering. “It'll pass. It'll... Fuck!”

  Another orgasm exploded through my naughty pussy. The vibrator kept buzzing, humming. It drove me wild. I shivered and shuddered against my student, feeling her barely legal tits through our blouses, my nipples aching. I wanted to kiss her, to push her down to the floor and ravish her body. To share the rapture exploding through my flesh with her.

  And then, mercifully, the humming died. I groaned, blinking, shocked that it was over. My pleasure shivered through me. I shuddered in Tiffany's arms while she stroked my back. She smelled so good.

  “There you are, Ms. Samuels,” she said. “Let's lie you down. The nurse is coming.”

  “Thank you, dear,” I panted, my entire body filled with my orgasms' buzzing delight. My fingers fumbled at my phone as Tiffany lowered me to the floor. I sent a quick text to Clint: “TY Master.”

  “YW slut.”

  I held my phone to my heaving breasts, my students crowding around me. They had all watched me cum, and none of them had known it. I met my daughter's eyes, her phone put away. She gave me a wink and a smile.

  God, I loved being my nephew and daughter's sex slave.

  * * *

  Clint Elliston

  Despite the fact I didn't get to play with Aunt Vicky as much today as I wanted—after cumming hard before her class, the school nurse had insisted she go home, fearing she had some bad ailment—I was in a great mood. School was out, and it was time to meet Pam's mom. I was eager for it. Not just to meet my girlfriend's mom, but to fuck her with Pam's help.

  “God, you are so hard,” Melody groaned as she rode beside me in Pam's car, reaching out to stroke my dick.

  “He's going to fuck an Asian MILF,” Lee giggled. “Of course Master's hard.”

  Lee and Pam were in the backseat. Alicia got a ride home with Zoey, who had to get ready for work at Dairy Queen tonight with Stefani. After our interview, and orgy, with Pam's Mom, we should stop by and say hi, get a bite to eat, maybe enjoy Stefani on her break or something.

  My dick throbbed beneath Melody's hand.

  “Are you going to pop off if I keep stroking you?” Melody asked, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

  “Maybe,” I panted. “So many naughty ideas bursting through me right now. So many different ways to have fun with my harem.”

  Melody tossed back her head and laughed. She squeezed my dick. “Mmm, yes there are.”

  The drive was swift. We reached Hiragawa Drugstore in ten minutes. It was on the other side of town, located in a strip mall. It was the largest building, dominating the center, a bright, flashing pharmacy symbol beneath the neon letters for the business. I parked the car, and we trundled out, Pam taking my hand.

  I pulled her close instead.

  “She'll be waiting for us,” Pam said. “I texted her we're coming.”

  “Good,” I nodded as we entered into the store, the automatic doors whisking open.

  It was bigger than I thought, like walking into a chain drugstore. Not the size of a grocery store, but about half it, with shelves full of everything from makeup to health care items. There was even food. Junk food.

  Lee giggled at that. “Why does a drugstore sell candy.”

  “Because it makes money,” a woman purred.

  A graceful, radiant beauty stepped out of the aisle in a white pharmacist coat over her stylish blouse and dark skirt. Nylons clad sleek calves. It was clear this was Pam's mother, they looked so much alike, same round faces, same graceful noses. Pam's mother had a darker-olive complexion, but they had the same style of silver-rimmed glasses. Her black hair fell in a styled bounce about her shoulders, looking like pure silk.

  “So you must be Clint—” She froze when she saw me, her eyes widening slightly. “You're Clint?”

  “Yep,” I nodded. “Clinton Ellison the Third, technically. But everyone calls me Clint.”

  “I see,” she said, her eyes sliding over to her daughter pressed against my side.

  “Isn't he just so handsome, Mom?” Pam said, then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the mouth.

  “Pam,” her mom gasped. “What are you doing?”

  Pam broke the kiss, squirming. “Kissing my boyfriend. I... I told you we're dating and all.”

  “Dating.” There was a faint catch to her voice. Her hips swiveled and writhed. “But... That's...”

  “Is something wrong, Mom?” Pam frowned.

  My eyebrows furrowed, too. I studied the woman. She was acting so strange, so flustered. Then something Pam had said last night clicked in my mind. I glanced at Pam, studying her face, then at her Mom. There were subtle differences between them. Pam's eyes weren't quite as slanted, her skin lighter, her ears...

  No way.

  I licked my lips, my dick throbbing so hard in my jeans. “So, Mrs. Hiragawa.”

  “Ms.,” she said. “I never married.”

  “Well, Ms. Hiragawa, is everything okay? I hope there's not a problem with me dating your daughter and trying to work for you at the same time?”

  “I...well...” She glanced at her daughter. Her cheeks paled even more. “You were at his house yesterday. What did you two...do?”

  “Just studying, Mom.”

  “And kissing,” I told the older woman. Then I leaned in planted a kiss on Pam's submissive lips. Despite her mother acting weird, she didn't resist, kissing me back with hungry passion. I slipped tongue into her mouth, my hand sliding up her side, nearing her breast.

  “We should do the interviews,” Pam's mom blurted out. “Yes, yes. You're here for a job. Interviews.”

  “Yes,” I said, breaking the kiss. Pam shivered, pressing against me. “Let's do that, Ms. Hiragawa.”

  “Follow me.” Ms. Hiragawa turned, her heels clicking as she hurried through the store.

  “That was weird,” Lee said. “Your mom is soooo weird.”

  “No, she's not,” Melody said, glancing at me. “Clint...”

  I nodded my head.

  “What?” Pam asked as we walked through the store.

  “I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise,” I said, hoping my suspicions were true. This was wild.

  We walked through the store and into a back area. We passed shelves and stacks of merchandise crowding the paths to a small break room with an office off of it. There was an old couch and a few chairs around a small table, a pair of vending machines—one with sodas, the other snacks—in the corner.

  “I'll do Clint first,” Ms. Hiragawa said, her cheeks still so pale, her words brittle.

  “Do,” sniggered Lee.

  Ms. Hiragawa continued, “And then... We'll just... Yes, yes, Clint first.”

  “Mom?” Pam asked, biting her lip. “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing is wrong.”

  “Nothing,” I nodded. “Let's go, Ms. Hiragawa.”

  I took the lead, heading to her office and opening the door. I ushered her in. She stumbled through the door and headed to her desk. It was a small room, filing cabinets lined the walls, a cluttered desk with a computer monitor dominating the center. She sat down on her comfortable chair. I chose to stand on the other side of the desk, staring down at her.

  “So...” She swallowed. “You're dating my daughter. Not long, though?”

  “Worried that she's not a virgin any longer?” I asked, my smile growing.

  Her eyes widened. “Young man, that's my daughter that—”

  “You've been in my father's bed,” I said, cutting her off. “You recognized me. I look a lot like him. And Pam did say you thought my name was strong.”

  Her cheeks darkened this time.

  “You were one of his whores. Was it Cheryl or Vicky that brought you to him?”

  She licked her lips. “Please, young man, this isn't—”

  “I asked you a question. Was
it Cheryl or Vicky that brought you to his bed?”

  “Cheryl,” she said, looking down. “It was years ago.”

  “About twenty?”

  She stiffened.

  “Pam's my father's daughter, isn't she? You fooled around with him, got pregnant, and never told him he had a daughter.”

  “Oh, god,” she groaned, pressing her face into her hands. “Yes. You're dating your half-sister.”

  “Not just dating her,” I told her. “Fucking her. I took her cherry. She loved it. She's just as submissive as you are. When I told her to, she fell to her knees and sucked my cock like a champ. Just so eager to please.”

  I moved around the desk, unbuckling my belt. “Just like you were with my dad. You were on your knees, sucking his cock while my mom and Aunt Vicky nuzzled alongside you, whispering in your ears, encouraging you to love him.”

  She said something in Japanese, shivering on the chair. Her eyes glanced at me, drawn by the zipper's rasp. My dick strained my boxers as I pushed my jeans down. Her chair creaked as she turned ever so slightly towards me.

  “I fucked her pussy without a condom,” I continued. “She's not on the pill. I'm going to breed her. Just like I'm breeding my two sisters out there. Incest is popular in our family. And I'm so happy I have another sister to play with.”

  I pulled out my hard cock.

  “So get down on your knees and suck my cock, slut. Just like you did for my dad. Wrap those lush lips about it and pleasure me.”

  “I'm not a slut,” she groaned. “That was a long time ago. I was just a kid.”

  “And now you are one sexy MILF.” I shook my cock. “Suck it. And then your daughter's going to eat your cunt until you explode.”

  To be continued...

  Eating Mom's Creampie

  Incestuous Harem 15

  by

  Reed James

  Eating Mom's Creampie

  Clint Elliston

  I held my cock before Ms. Hiragawa's mouth. The Japanese MILF, her slanted eyes wide behind her glasses, stared at it. Her body shuddered, her nylon-clad thighs pressing together beneath her skirt. Her cheeks darkened with a blush. My cock ached so much. I wanted her to suck it, to follow my commands.