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.