Incestuous Harem – Chapter 2B: Banging Mom Hard

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.