Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms. Author: tw_holt. These sisters do everything together – including their sons! The story is including Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female Domination, Female/Female, First Time, Group Sex, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male / Female, Threesome, Virginity theme.

Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Part 1

Author: tw_holt

Should not read if you are under 18 and not intersting with this type of story.

Author’s note: I tried more experimenting with this one. There are a few scenes where events with aunts and nephews, moms and sons, are happening simultaneously. In my head, they play as a movie, switching back and forth fluidly. I experimented with writing that. I didn’t use an asterisk to separate them, I just wrote them out. Hopefully it’s not too hard to follow.

Fitness Model Moms

Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 1

“So then what happened?” Stacey asked, popping their coworker Ulysses’ cock head out of her mouth, quickly resuming sucking on it.

Her younger sister, Trish was sucking on Ulysses’ balls. “Mmm,” she slurped on a large testicle. “He got scared. It’s like he turned white and blushed at the same time.”

“Poor kid,” Stacey said of her nephew.

“Mmhmm,” Trish nodded, her tongue sliding all around Ulysses’ nut sack. The three nude fitness models were lying on Ulysses’ hotel bed after a long day of shooting in London for a FIFA soccer promotion a magazine was running.

“Reminds me of us when we were that age,” Trish added in between licks and kisses of his testicles.

“It does!” Stacey said, spitting on Ulysses’ shaft, using her drool as lubricant to jack his shaft. “Gosh, we were so awkward. Ugly ducklings.”

Trish smiled, rising to her elbow, licking her lips, admiring the shaft before her.

“Oh right. Sorry. Didn’t mean to hog it to myself,” Stacy smiled, pointing his cock at Trish’s mouth. “Eat up!”

Trish moaned, slowly, kissing his cockhead, not caring that she tasted her sister’s saliva on it.

“We need to do something. We need to figure something out – how to bring them out of their shells,” the elder sister declared, watching Trish suck away on his dick.

“Mmhmm,” Trish agreed, a mouth full of cock.

Stacey nonchalantly massaged Ulysses’ balls with one hand, the other traveling over his washboard stomach. She shrugged, lowering her head, licking at the base of his cock, “We’ll think of something!”

An hour later, Stacey was slapping Trish’s ass while she lay on top of a pistoning and thrusting Ulysses. “Come on!” she grit her teeth. “Ride that fucking cock!”

Trish whimpered, “Ohh yesss.” She wasn’t like Stacy when it came to sex, she was far calmer; her method was slow, loving, and gentle – the opposite of Stacey.

After Trish came again, Stacey pulled her sister off Ulysses, grabbed the base of his cock and impaled herself on it. “There we go. You ready for me again, big boy?” she asked.

Ulysses said, nothing, nodding his head, his hand to Stacey’s waist. “Fuck me!” she ordered.

Trish quietly lay next to them, coming off her own orgasm.

The two sisters continued on into the night, taking turns riding and cumming on Ulysses. Their dirty blonde hair and sexy, tanned, toned bodies were drenched in sweat. Finally collapsing on Ulysses, they resumed their discussion about their sons.

“He’s never once mentioned girls,” Stacy said, kissing over Ulysses’ chest.

“I doubt they’re gay,” Trish added, doing the same on his other side.

“Nope. Not gay – just too shy. No self-confidence,” Stacy said, kissing down to his stomach.

“Like us at that age,” Trish said, doing the same on the other side.

When they got to his cock, they thoroughly cleaned it of their pussy juices.

“I love him. My sweet boy,” the more sensitive Trish said in between licks.

“Mmhmm. We gotta get them out of the house, away from their computers, and dating!” Stacy added in between her own lollipop-like licks of Ulysses’ dick.

Ulysses smiled, eyes closed, lying on his back while the two fitness model moms talked amongst themselves while servicing his cock.

These sisters did everything together.

The next morning, while Stacey packed, Trish was on her back, caressing Ulysses’ face as he made love to her. She’d kiss him occasionally, smiling at him.

“You’re beautiful,” she told her coworker.

Ulysses opened his mouth but before words came out, Stacey interrupted him. “Trish, your turn. Lay out some clothes for the plane ride home.”

“Alright,” She said, smiling at Ulysses, watching him get off her, rolling onto his back.

“Fuck yes!” Stacey cheered, jumping onto Ulysses. “Give me that dick!”

Trish went about her packing, leaving clothes to change into for the plane ride while Stacey wildly bounced up and down on Ulysses’ cock.

In the shower thirty minutes later, the two sisters were cleaning themselves and their friend. “I just don’t know what to do,” Trish said, behind Ulysses, kissing his back gingerly. “I want my baby boy to be happy.”

“I think they’re happy. I think they’re happy playing video games,” Stacey said, on her knees, sucking Ulysses’ cock. “They need a kick in the butts, that’ll teach them to get out there, meet some girls.”

“We have to be careful with them,” Trish said, rubbing Ulysses’ shoulders, kissing in-between the shoulder blades. “They’re sensitive.”

“Ha! I don’t know about that,” Stacey replied, pulling his cock out of her throat, standing and French kissing Ulysses.

“They’re so shy and delicate. We need to spend more time with them. Maybe I could hang out with Aaron some. Maybe go to a movie. At least he’d be around a female, you know? It might not be as awkward with his aunt as opposed to his mom,” Trish suggested, hoping her nephew, Stacey’s son, would loosen up some.

“Oh yeah?” Stacey asked, ending her kiss. “Well then I’m taking Bennet out. I might even flirt with him. That’ll loosen him up some,” Stacey laughed.

“Maybe,” A concerned Trish held Ulysses from behind, her son Bennet on her mind, while her hands traveled over his muscular body in the steamy shower.

“Have we annoyed you this weekend, Ulysses?” Stacey asked. “I’m betting you haven’t even been paying attention though. What with all the cock worshiping we’ve been giving you.”

Ulysses spoke up for the first time in the trio’s nearly two day marathon sex session.
“Actually I have been paying attention. You two are worried that your awkward and shy sons aren’t enjoying life, won’t obtain experience with women, will only sit around and play video games all the time; their nerdy, geeky ways dooming them to a sexless life. Meanwhile, you two are discussing spending more time with them in hopes it will help them feel more comfortable around the opposite sex. The boys will hang out with their aunts, instead of their mothers, potentially avoiding more awkwardness and creating a safe environment where they can relax and possibly open up to you.”

The two sisters traded looks, smiled, then laughed. Ulysses recited their plan perfectly.

Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 2

It was close to midnight, US eastern time, when the exhausted sisters arrived to their home in Miami. As they predicted, their sons, Aaron and Bennet, were awake in front of their computers.

The mothers greeted them, asking them if they did anything while they were gone, knowing the answer. The boys said they did their usual routine, online gaming after studying a little for the community college courses they were taking. They didn’t go out, didn’t go to parties or events, and didn’t socialize outside of the house.

Stacey and Trish noticed the house was spotless – another part of their routine. The bathrooms were scrubbed clean, the kitchen looked brand new, leftovers in the fridge. Stacey glanced out her bedroom window to their small swimming pool in the back yard, seeing no debris or leaves. She smiled, making her way to the shower, Trish was already undressing.

The weary travelers stood in the shower together, trying not to fall asleep, Trish resting her head on the taller Stacey’s shoulder.

All four of them lived together. Aaron and Bennet had their own rooms, but Stacey and Trish shared the master bedroom.

They’ve been inseparable since Trish was born a couple years after Stacey – best friends, sisters, almost everything to one another.

Ugly ducklings was a term they often used to describe themselves as teenagers. They both had braces, glasses, acne, all cliché characteristics some teenagers grow out of in their adult years.

Stacey was always the more outgoing, loudmouth, assertive of the two. She had a few more friends than Trish growing up, but most kids thought she was the ugly bitch that always ran her mouth. Trish was the opposite – very shy, quiet, and awkward.

Stacey didn’t like being unpopular and an outcast, as much as she tried to fit in, it never worked. This caused bitterness to build. Trish accepted it, too scared to make changes. Until the day she got pregnant with Bennet.

Still living with their parents, Stacey was a sophomore at a local college; Trish was a senior in high school. Stacey, growing more and more frustrated at her lack of friends, and sex, at college, decided to do something crazy. She found another nerdy kid, opened her legs for him, winked at him, and led the poor guy to her parents’ house after class.

They were in the basement, her parents still at work, going at it like animals for thirty incredible seconds when the classmate came like a busted fire hydrant into her unprotected pussy.

“Oh wow!” the kid exclaimed, rolling off Stacey onto the cool basement floor.

“Yep,” she agreed, catching her breath. A few quiet moments passed, they dressed, and studied for a few classes they shared, avoiding the awkwardness as best they could – until Trish came home.

Stacey had ulterior motives. She wanted to get laid, but she also wanted Trish to lose her virginity too.

“Stacey, who is – ” Trish didn’t have time to finish her question. Stacey grabbed her, pulling her across the room, standing her in front of the couch.