The Craving Escalates

I watched as my beautiful daughter stirred and woke from what looked like a very peaceful sleep. When Breanna came to and realized that she was still in her parents’ bed, she beamed and looked around for her father, but he was long gone.

“Sleep well?” I asked her, knowing that she had already.

“Where’s Daddy?” she asked like I knew she would.

I was propped up on one elbow and still naked, just like her, and quite horny still. I had fucked the life out of my husband Tom last night and told him almost everything. He knew that my father and I had a forbidden sexual relationship that started in my late teens and extended through my adult years until his death. Somehow, miraculously, he hadn’t been offended or disgusted by that. He knew that it made me who I was today, the sex-starved semen demon that would do anything for him and our family. He approved of my horny ways and knew he was reaping the benefits.

He had even agreed to fuck my sister at my urging, since she needed a man’s touch so badly as a divorcee. I had told him how Sarah and I had engaged in not-so-sisterly conduct during my last visit as we bonded over discovering that both of us had the same forbidden relationship with our father. Hearing about me messing around with my sister had turned him on a lot, especially after he had fucked her himself. He was quite enthralled with learning all of these new things about his wife of many years.

But last night…

“He left early,” I answered her. “He needs some time, and a little space.”

Bree looked worried. “Did I go too far? Should I not have fucked him?”

I shook my head. “That isn’t for us to wonder anymore. It’s done and we have to deal with it now.”

Bree sat up in bed, her own naked body on display for me. “Mom…it was so fucking hot…you’re not mad, are you?”

“Of course not, honey. You got to experience what I experienced. I’m so unbelievably happy I can’t even explain it!”

She moved across the bed toward me and we hugged. It was a very emotional embrace as our tits crushed against each other. I was so proud of her for following in my footsteps and could only pray that our family would still stay strong and close in the aftermath.

“Is he going to be okay?” Bree asked me.

“I think so.” I honestly wasn’t sure but I couldn’t let on how worried I actually was. “He’ll keep coming back for more, once he thinks it over. You’re too tempting for a man to refuse.’

She laughed and let go of me. “Is it okay if I tell Matt?”

“I think you have to. Tom might say something to him.”

Bree stretched, giving me a nice show of her full nudity. “Do you think he knows everything? I didn’t hear all of what you guys were saying to each other last night.”

She was referring, of course, to our dirty talk. We had gone pretty far with it until finally actual truths that Tom might have only thought were fantasies were spilling out.

“I only mentioned you when I saw you watching us,” I explained. “He was so hard in my ass, Bree…when I told him to pretend he was fucking you. I wish you could have felt how hard he came inside of me. I could feel his cum shooting up into my ass.”

“Fuck…” Bree rubbed her pussy and looked very aroused now. “He was pretty damn hard inside my pussy. I wanted him to cum in there really bad.”

“He will,” I said, nodding in assurance. “Just…don’t pressure him right now. He needs to struggle with his feelings of what he’s always believed to be wrong. He’s only now getting a taste of the pleasure and he needs to come to terms with it. This is the most critical time for him.”

Bree stopped masturbating and just stared back at me for a moment. “You’re worried, aren’t you?”

I tried my best to hide it but she was right.

“You think there’s a chance he would leave you?” she asked, concerned.

I bit my lip. “There’s always a chance that someone who learns of our special relationship won’t accept it. However, I don’t think he would just leave us. He might try to stop us, or just ignore us and pretend it isn’t happening. Trust me, I’ve gone through all of the scenarios in my head already.”

“What can I do to help?” Bree asked. “I’m sort of responsible for this too, right? Should I act like nothing happened, or should I flash him my tits and stuff?”

I wanted to laugh but it didn’t feel right at the moment. “Goodness, I don’t think that’s the way to do it. But…I can’t tell you what to do because in some ways this is about you and him now. But I have some ideas about how to help normalize what we’re doing.”

“Oh yeah?” She perked right up at that. “Like what?”

“Let’s go downstairs and see if Matt’s up,” I replied. “We can all talk together.”

Once Bree and I were dressed and had made our way to the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee and she started making us some scrambled eggs. Matt eventually made his way downstairs and suddenly my heart was up in my chest. Why was I so nervous to tell him about what happened last night? Was it because of how emotional he had been that time when he thought about his father finding out and trying to separate us?

“Morning,” he said, wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. He looked semi-hard as he bounded down the stairs and into the dining room.

“Morning,” I said. I was wearing yoga pants and a cute camisole, which I hoped would please Tom when he decided to come back home.

Bree was wearing short shorts and a tank top, which didn’t do much to hide her tits. If her father had been home (at least before the events of last night) he certainly would have mentioned it. He wasn’t a prude and hadn’t restricted what his daughter wore but he would still have remarks about it for her to endure.

“Morning,” she said, glancing at me to see if I was going to speak first or not.

Matt glanced around. “Where’s Dad? Sleeping in?”

He might have been asking because he was actually curious but more than likely he wanted to know if we were free to talk about sex, or engage in sex maybe.

“He left a bit ago,” I replied. “Something happened last night that we need to talk about.”

Matt looked worried, and I wanted to soothe him quickly, but Bree beat me to the punch.

“I fucked him, Matt,” she said proudly, smiling to her brother.

Matt’s mouth dropped. “No fucking way!”

I nodded. “It’s true. She was spying on us while we were fucking and then he saw her and she came into our room and…things escalated.”

“You fucked Dad?!” he exclaimed, still in shock. “I can’t believe it…like, full on sex? He knew it was you? You guys didn’t swap places in secret or something?”

Bree cocked her hip and gave him a look. “Come on. This is for real.”

Matt struggled with what to say in response. I watched the confusion on his face and kept close watch in case he freaked out or showed signs of having a hard time accepting this. Today would be nothing but critical moments, fires for me to put out and disasters to manage. But, if all went the way I hoped, we could have something so incredible…

“What was it like?” he asked his sister.

Bree was dishing out the eggs onto three plates. “Fucking amazing!”

We all sat together at the table and started eating as we talked. Bree sat close to Matt and immediately went for his cock, stroking him through his shorts.

“We need to fuck before he gets home,” she said to him bluntly.

Matt glanced over to me, but I just shrugged. “At this point, I’d say you’re free to do whatever. It won’t change much now.”

The two of them hurriedly stood from their chairs and Bree positioned herself in front of the table, resting her hands on it and sticking her ass out towards her brother. Matt yanked his shorts down and freed his hard cock, spitting on the tip and then pulling his sister’s short shorts down to expose her naked holes. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit for a few strokes before plunging inside of her.

I finished my eggs while I openly stared at them as they fucked. Bree was groaning as her brother’s huge cock invaded her hole and stretched it open. I could see his cock had become shiny from her pussy each time he pulled out of her. My own pussy was starting to get quite moist and I wondered if I could hold off joining in the fun.

Matt was holding onto her hips as he fucked her hard, pounding her tight body and letting his instincts take over. He was in the pleasure zone and was working towards his orgasm without stopping. Bree seemed just fine with that, with her jaw slack and her eyes closed as her moans and whimpers filled the house. It must have been thrilling to fuck so openly without fear of their father catching them. Or, maybe the thrill of being caught was what made this so hot.

“Cum in me,” Bree said in between ragged breaths.

Matt grunted as he got closer and closer to filling his sister’s tight hole. I was jealous as I watched my daughter getting fucked for a second time now without getting fucked myself. Of course last night I had fucked Tom enough to wear myself out, so it wasn’t as if I was being neglected. I knew my yoga pants were stained now with my fluid anyway so I started stroking my lips through the fabric and smearing my juices around my crotch.

“Cumming!” Matt announced with a deep groan, and he closed his eyes and thrust deep into Bree’s pussy before letting loose inside of her.

She cried out, either in pain or pleasure, as she felt him go as deep as he ever had before exploding inside her womb. He weakly thrust against her ass as his cock squirted cum up into her tight velvety channel which was caressing his shaft so wonderfully while he did so. I could see in his face how good it felt, and judging from how fast he came I assumed he hadn’t jerked off already this morning before coming downstairs. I was ambivalent about that, since I wanted him to still have his own private sexual routine that a boy his age would have, but I also appreciated how special it was that he was saving it for his family to enjoy together. Both were good options for different reasons.

“Cumming…” Bree was suddenly convulsing with her brother’s spewing cock still filling her with semen. Her knees grew weak but she held herself steady against the table as she climaxed hard on him. She reached up with one hand and squeezed her breast as she savored the feeling.