Incestuous Harem – Chapter 2B: Banging Mom Hard

Incest story: Incestuous Harem – Chapter 2B: Banging Mom Hard

by mypenname3000

She rolled over, eyes flashing. “Are you saying I don’t have a great ass?”

I shrugged. “Not why my cock’s hard.”

“It’s an amazing ass, asshole?” And she punched me, not hard, like she did when I teased her.

I smiled at her. “Fine, it’s an amazing ass.”

“An ass you love,” she added, arching her eyebrows.

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her close. “An ass I love. A great ass. Especially in those panties you wore the other day. But…I really have to pee.”

“Me, too,” she said and kissed me.

Melody followed me into the bathroom. Which was a little weird and a little sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second floor bathroom, she perched on the sink, eyes wide, eager to watch me.

“What?” I asked.

“Never seen a guy pee before,” she shrugged as I pulled my cock out of my boxers. It was still half-hard. “Curious to see why you guys have such bad aim and get piss everywhere.”

“Sometimes it doesn’t shoot out straight,” I shrugged. “Especially after I masturbate. And when it’s erect, it’s hard to lower it down and hit the bowl.”

I relaxed my bladder and peed. She watched, peering past me as I hit the water and didn’t get piss everywhere. I gave her another look. “Are you into watersports, Melody?”

“Like polo?” she asked as my bladder drained.

“No, people getting peed on or drinking it. People are into that. You can find it on the internet.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Eww.”

“Well, you’re the one watching me,” I said as I finished, shaking my dick to get off the last few drops.

She slipped off the counter and pushed in front of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing strip of blonde leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me? Or was it because every girl our age shaves her pussy these days.

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the water. My dick twitched. A girl was peeing in front of me. “I’ve never even heard of watersports,” she said. “I just wanted to be with you, Clint. To see things. Share them with you.” She gave me a naughty grin. “I’ll let you wipe my pussy.”

“I think you’re into watersports,” I grinned. “I think you want me to pee on you.” I shrugged. “I’ll do it if you want.”

“Gross,” she said, giving me a sharp punch to the stomach. Not hard, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing affection. “You are never peeing on me, Clint.”

I leaned over her, unable to resist saying, “What if I want to pee on you?” I cupped her face as she kept peeing. “What if I’m into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy body with pee?”

Her eyes widened. She licked her lips. “I…well…I…” She swallowed. “If you…wanted to… I mean…”

Then I burst into laughter, and she let out a relieved sigh. “Asshole. I really thought you were serious.”

“And you really would have let me do it,” I grinned while my dick twitched. An idea wormed in the back of my mind.

“Yes,” she said, folding her arms before her. “I just…like it when you take charge. Okay?”

“Makes you wet?” I grinned. “Are you wet right now?”

“I just peed. Of course I’m wet. It’s why girls have to wipe afterward.” She stood up, trembling.

“Your nipples are hard. And you would do anything I want. You would let me pee on you, and you would cum while masturbating, drenched in piss.” I pinched her nipple through my t-shirt, my dick growing hard for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would submit to me, surrender to me voluntarily even if it was disgusting, humiliating. It was…intoxicating. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “I would let you pee on me while masturbating. I would.” Her cheeks were so red. “I’m your girl, Clint. You’re so hard. I can suck your dick right now. Do you want me to, Clint?”

“So badly.” I pinched her nipple harder, and her eyes widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her lips. “But I want to bang my mom. She’s next door, asleep, waiting for us. We can’t disappoint her.”

“No,” she moaned, shaking her head. “Your mom needs you, Clint. You’re such a good son.” Her hands stroked my chest. “And you’re the man of the house. Both houses.”

“You’re my girl, Melody. You are just as kinky and horny as I am. And I loved that. I love you.”

Those three words had such a wonderful effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her flesh directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Melody’s pussy. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her shaved pussy lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilet paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. That was torture—my dick was so hard. Then we both just had yogurt for breakfast, something light before we raced over to Melody’s house, my cousin dressed in her jeans and tight tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sisters didn’t emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Zoey had work last night, so I wasn’t surprised, and I imagined Alicia was reading her books. I pulled Melody out the door with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last night, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her sister, I didn’t care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the door with my key—Dad had changed the locks so the same key opened up both our houses—and we were inside.

“Well, I don’t hear music from Lee’s room,” Melody said as we headed up the stairs. “She’s not home.”

“Just my mom sleeping in your mom’s bed,” I said, reaching the second floor hallway and staring at the door at the end. The master bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her sister. My dick ached.

I marched down the hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a strong, confident man. “Be bold.”

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sunlight streaming through the window. An empty box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

“Smell that,” Melody said, inhaling. “Pussy.”

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my dick throbbing harder. “Pull the covers off of her. I want to see my mom.”

Melody licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and lover pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom’s body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her face, the roots dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my jeans and boxers in a single motion, my dick bobbing out hard. Melody returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her body against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

“Take her. Give your mom what she needs,” she purred as she stroked my dick.

“Yes,” I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slight twist of fear in my stomach. This wasn’t the time to be afraid. It was the time to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep breaths as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her lips, a faint sheen of juices. My aunt’s pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, skin smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hand stroked down her neck to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I didn’t know she had any tattoos. It was a circle with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the bases.

I didn’t care what it meant. I had my hand on her tit. I squeezed the large, soft pillow. My fingers sank into her flesh as I pressed my lips against her mouth, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my lips. Her hand moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My dick throbbed so hard as Melody, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Cheryl Elliston

A man’s lips kissed mine, strong and hard, not like my sister’s soft lips. A strong hand squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Clinton?

Was I still dreaming? Was my husband kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking Clinton’s cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my clit throbbed. The dull ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Clinton’s tongue pressed into my mouth, thrusting so deep, so strong.

“Mmm, yes, kiss her,” Vicky moaned, her voice more girlish. Her breasts felt smaller on my back, her nipples not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her hand joined Clinton’s on my breast. “This is so sexy.”

Vicky nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the broad shoulders and strong muscles of my husband. His dick pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, eager to take me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipples brushed his strong chest as he and Vicky kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

“He’s going to fuck you so hard, Aunt Cheryl,” my sister moaned. “Oh, your son is going to give you what you need.”

Son? Aunt Cheryl?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the familiar dark-brown eyes of my husband’s. But the face wasn’t as ruddy and weathered as it should be. Wasn’t as aged. It was my husband’s face from when we were teenagers just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the kiss, gasping, “Clint?”

“Mom,” he growled and kissed me again, hard, powerful, commanding.

“He wants you so badly, Aunt Cheryl,” Melody, my niece, whispered, her small breasts pressing against my back, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was wrong. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my stomach, his strong hands on my back. My pussy clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Clint and Melody were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the family knew the pair were in love—they weren’t as careful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

But they were having sex. Clint was fucking his half-sister. And now he wanted to fuck me.

“Feel how hard he is, Aunt Cheryl,” moaned my niece. “Grab his cock. Feel it. He’s so huge. He’ll give you what you need. What my mom can’t give you.”

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Clint broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.

“Just relax, Mom, and I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he groaned. “I’ve been staring at your body, aching for you. You’re so hot, Mom.”

I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so handsome. Just like his father. I could almost imagine it was Clinton. They looked so much a like except Clint had my nose, smaller than his father’s. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

“Don’t fight this, Mom,” he growled, licking his lips as Melody nuzzled at my breasts. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy. “You need this.”

Tears trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son’s cock pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took charge of me from High School. When he desired my sister and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him seduce her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Clinton died, I had no one to serve. Vicky couldn’t give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She couldn’t tell me what to do. She couldn’t seize me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She couldn’t fill me with her cock. I loved her, but she wasn’t a strong man.

But Clint was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, Melody’s mouth nibbling and sucking on my nipple. I moaned, squirming. What was he waiting for? Why wasn’t he fucking me?

“Beg for it, Mom,” he grinned, so confident and cocky. “Beg for your son’s cock to fuck your pussy and give you what you need.”

“Oh, Lord,” I breathed. “When did you get so strong, Clint?”

“He just needed some confidence,” purred Melody. “But he’s figured it out. Finally.”

Clint’s hand smacked Melody’s ass. A stinging slap. Melody moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my nipple. He was taking his half-sister in hand, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

“Please fuck Mommy’s pussy,” I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house. “Please, please. Mommy needs her big son’s hard cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly.” I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. I had to feel him in me. I was so wet.

“You’re mine now, Mom,” he growled as I trembled. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I moaned, shivering.

“And Melody’s,” he added, a grin crossing his lips. “She’s my girl. She keeps discipline when I’m not around.”

Melody’s lips popped off. She stared at her half-brother. “Clint,” she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and shock. “Really?”

He smacked her ass again. “Really. Now keep sucking Mom’s nipple because that’s hot.”

She grinned and engulfed my nipple, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece’s mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fire. I needed my son’s cock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

“Please fuck your Mommy’s pussy. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to—”

Clint thrust.

My son’s cock rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his father’s, not quite as long, but his girth…

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son’s cock as my hips bucked. My breasts jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my tits as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck your Mommy hard,” I moaned.

“You’re such a bad Mommy,” he groaned. “A wicked Mommy needing her son’s cock to make her cum so hard.”

“Soooo hard,” I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a stud. I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his balls smacking into my taint. “Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a stud. He’s a stud, Melody.”

“He is,” moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other breast and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my flesh, so round and firm with youth. My hand shot out, stroking her thighs as my pussy clenched on my son’s dick.

“You are so tight and hot, Mom,” he groaned. “Your pussy loves my dick. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut.”

“I do love it,” I groaned, loving being called slut. “I’m your slut, Son. Your slutty Mommy. My pussy’s yours. You can fuck it whenever you want. I love this cock. I love my son’s cock.”

It was so wrong, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and hard and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I wasn’t on the pill. Clinton had a vasectomy after Alicia was born. He thought five children, two from my sister and three from me, were enough. Clint wore no protection. I was still fertile. Only thirty-six.

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

“Clint,” I screamed as my orgasm exploded hard and fast inside of me.

My pussy milked his cock, eager for my son’s incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy hard against my son, my clit throbbing against his groin.

“You are such a slutty mom,” groaned Clint. “You just came on your son’s cock.”

“So slutty, Aunt Cheryl,” gasped my niece. “Milk his cock and beg for his cum.”

As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my thoughts, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at Melody’s words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son’s cum.

And so did I.

“Yes, yes, cum in Mommy’s pussy,” I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind. “Breed your slutty mommy. You’re the man of the house. Our pussies are yours.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody moaned. “We’re yours, Clint. I love you so much. Breed your mother.”

“Shit, I love you,” my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his cock into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning. “Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a whore. You want to be bred by your son.”

“Yes,” I moaned, lost to the taboo thrill. “Cum in me, Clint!”

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The world grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his dick. His balls smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To claim me as his, just like his father had twenty years ago.

“Mom,” Clint grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. Blast after blast of incestuous seed flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my depths. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I didn’t want to.

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Alicia Elliston

I couldn’t concentrate on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Melody’s words echoed in my mind: Cum in me, Clint.

My brother had made love to our cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my brother, but I couldn’t help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Melody moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Clint’s handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

“Clint,” I sighed, rubbing myself and getting lost to my taboo fantasy, so envious of my cousin.

To be continued…

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