Incestuous Harem – Chapter 8B: Mom’s Soapy Tits

Incest story: Incestuous Harem – Chapter 8B: Mom’s Soapy Tits

by mypenname3000

As Aunt Cheryl made lunch for everyone but me—I had eaten before my spanking—I cleaned up my mess. Clint watched me, arms folded in the bathrobe he wore. We all wore terry-cloth bathrobes, our hair still wet from the hot shower. I came twice just masturbating and watching the fun.

As I worked, I loved Clint’s strong eyes watching me, making sure I cleaned up my mess. There was a part of me that wanted to be a brat. To say fuck it and find out how he would punish me the next time I acted out. But my ass was so sore.

Maybe I should wait a few days before I was a brat again.

I would call him Lint and be a defiant, little shit. I would mess up the entire house, and then he would have to spank me so hard. He would beat me, hurt me, and make me cum and cum and cum, reminding me that I was his. He owned me.

I grew so wet just thinking about it.

I hoped he would film it, too. Show it off to all my friends at school. They all deserved to know just what a disobedient slut I was. How unruly I was. And how my big brother disciplined me. Everyone would tease me.

There’s the pee-slut, Carmelita would hiss. Your mouth was made to drink piss, you little skank. I should take you into the bathroom and make you drink mine. But you would like it. God, I can’t believe I was your friend. You’re so fucking disgusting.

I needed to masturbate right away.

“Lunch is ready,” Aunt Cheryl pronounced, holding four plates, two balanced on her inner arms. Three had a single sandwich—turkey, lettuce, tomato, with pickles and chips on the side—and the fourth had two. Each sandwich somehow looked perfect, the way Martha Stewart might do it.

And she hadn’t even made a mess.

I licked my lips. I was a little hungry. I was an active girl. I liked to run—I was on my high school track and field team. And then there was all the cumming I did. From being spanked, from being pissed on, from being fucked in the ass while being pissed on, and from masturbating.

Clint glanced at me as he sat down, a grin spreading across his lips. “If you’re hungry, slut, crawl beneath the table and suck my cock. I got a load of protein you can swallow.”

Damn, damn, damn, why was he the sexiest man in the world?

I scampered to obey. I fell down on my hands and knees and crawled beneath the table. My tits swayed beneath the robe, juices trickling down my thighs. I passed beneath the long, blue tablecloth. It was dark beneath. Clint was at the head of the table, opposite from where I crawled under, Alicia on his left, Melody on his right. Aunt Cheryl sat beside Melody, her long legs brushing me as I crawled past. I skirted around the central column holding up the table, lifting my arms and knees over the support legs jutting out radially from it.

And then I was before Clint. I pushed his robe off his thighs, exposing his muscular legs. His cock was half-hard. I leaned my head forward. I had never sucked a dick before, but I was so wet to do it. And I was hoping his would fill my mouth with so much thick cream.

And then I would have to swallow it like a filthy whore.

Shame burned in my thoughts as my tongue licked up his thigh. He tasted of soap. I moved closer, nuzzling at his balls. A hint of salt covered his hairy nutsack. I licked at them, my pussy clenching. This was so humiliating, alone beneath the table while the rest of the family talked and ate. I was the cum-slut. The slave to please Clint.

I was like the family’s dog, getting scraps instead of the full meal.

With a hungry moan, I engulfed the tip of Clint’s thick dick. I had to open my mouth so wide to take his cock. I groaned as I sucked, tasting the salt of precum. It was as good as the cum I had eaten straight from my pussy, but fresher, not adorned with my tangy cunt.

And that made it better.

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Clint Elliston

Lee’s sweet mouth wrapped about my cock. I groaned in mid bite, loving the submissive heat wrapped about my shaft’s crown. The slut sucked with a hungry intensity. I knew I wouldn’t cum any time soon. My dick was actually sore, but it was a good pain, reminding me of all the sex I had today.

“So what’s next, Sir?” Mom asked me as she daintily nibbled on a pickle.

“Homework,” I grunted. “All of us, you included, Lee.”

She sucked harder, bobbing her mouth.

“No one’s grades are slipping just because you’re all enjoying my dick.” I grinned at Melody. “Especially the perv.”

She smiled back at me. “Someone just needs a rest. We’re wearing him out.”

Alicia giggled, her glasses slipping on her nose. With a practiced ease, she pushed them back up. “Big brother is a stud, but he’s not superhuman.”

“I don’t need a rest,” I scowled, and they only giggled louder.

But it wasn’t mocking giggles, it was the shared mirth between people who knew each other, cared for each other. Melody’s bare foot rubbed on mine beneath the table while her sister sucked and gobbled my cock, slurping loudly.

“And me, Sir?” Mom shoved the pickle into her mouth, lips pursed tight, sucking on it before she took her bite. It crunched loudly.

“You’re cooking us a delicious dinner,” Clint said. “Something to give us the energy for Aunt Vicky’s return. Tonight is movie night.”

Lee groaned about my cock. Her fingers found my balls, massaging them as she swirled her tongue, easing the sore ache at the tip of my dick. Pleasure shuddered through me. Oh, yes, she was eager for her mom to see her being a filthy pee slut.

“Your aunt will enjoy that,” Mom nodded. “She’s a lot like Lee. She was even a brat until your father trained that out of her.”

“Aunt Cheryl,” Melody said after swallowing a bit of her sandwich. “Is it normal for a submissive girl to be dominant sometimes.”

“You mean like you were with Lee?”

Melody nodded her head.

“You’re a switch.” Mom picked up her sandwich, taking a bite, lettuce crunching. She chewed while Lee bobbed her mouth on my dick. When she swallowed, she continued, “Some people can go back and forth. Sometimes there only submissive or dominant for certain people or other times it’s just the mood they’re in. You’ll always bottom for Clint, but with others, you like to top. Especially while he watches.”

Melody nodded her head.

“Top?” Alicia asked.

“Person who is the dominant during the scene. The bottom is the person being played with. Vicky tried to top me a few times, but she’s not good at it. Didn’t give me what I needed.” Mom’s smoky eyes fell on me. “Good thing I learned how strong my son is. Mmm, your father raised you right.

My dick throbbed in Lee’s mouth. If I didn’t have a dream of my dad kicking my ass in gear, I never would have ventured on this path. But he had been training me all my life, in little ways, teaching me how to be strong yet loving with my women, to give them what they wanted so they would give me what I needed.

“Yeah, he did,” I groaned. My balls churned, Lee’s mouth so hot.

The front door opened. A moment later, Zoey walked into the kitchen and blinked at the sight of us. My older sister was a busty beauty, a belly shirt clinging to her breasts, outlining the lush pair. Her shorts were tight, her cameltoe on display. My dick throbbed at the sight of her leggy beauty, her brassy hair spilling about her face. She arched an eyebrow.

“What’s going on here? You all were swimming or something?”

“Or something,” Melody said calmly. She took a bite of her sandwich as my twenty-year-old sister walked towards the dining room. Her hips swayed. She wore heeled, knee-high boots that clicked on the linoleum. The sound grew deeper as she entered the dining room, floored with dark hardwood.

“And Alicia’s out of her cave.”

My dick ached as I ogled Zoey. She was so sexy, so playful. I wanted to grab her right now. I sat there, my second sandwich in hand—the first already devoured—struggling to find the words to say. I had to dominate her and add her sexy body to the harem.

“You shouldn’t ogle your sister, Squirt,” Zoey said at me.

I closed my mouth. “I’ll ogle who I want.”

Zoey glanced at mom who just took a bite of her sandwich, eating calmly, not saying a word. Zoey frowned at Mom’s lack of response to my words. Zoey glanced back at me, studying me, then flicked to Melody.

She smirked at Zoey.

“Why don’t you sit down, join us for lunch,” I said. “Mom can make you a sandwich. We haven’t seen much of you.”

“Busy working,” she said. “You might like to try it, Squirt. Melody tells me you’re the man of the house.”

The way she said it made me feel like such a small boy. My dick throbbed in Lee’s mouth as embarrassment flushed through me. I stared at my sister, not flinching from the smirk on her lips. I had to dominate her. But how? She was so aloof. She was so strong, not like Mom or my other sisters.

She wasn’t a submissive.

“I am the man of the house now,” I said. “So sit down and eat lunch with your family.”

“It would be nice,” Alicia said. “And you should listen to big brother.”

“Big…brother?” Zoey stared at her askance. “What the fuck is going on? Are you all messing with me?”

Lee sucked harder on my dick, slurping, making me shudder. “We’re just enjoying quality family time,” I said, my voice throaty. My balls boiled. Zoey was so sexy. “So sit down.”

“Well, as much fun as that sounds,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her lips, “I’m just here to pick up my work clothes. Me and Stefani are heading shopping before our shift. Don’t wait up for me, Squirt. I’ll be home late. Since you’re the man of the house and all, I know it’s your business to know what I am up to.”

“Zoey,” I growled as she turned and walked away, laughing over her shoulder. If my dick wasn’t in Lee’s mouth, I would have bolted up after her. But, damn, the brat could suck cock. She was hungry for cum.

“Later, Squirt. Have fun playing with Melody.”

I ground my teeth, anger flooding through me. She hadn’t listened to me. She had laughed at me and called me Squirt. I hated being called Squirt. I wanted her busty, beautiful body serving me, obeying me. I needed her submission.

And I would fucking get it. She would learn I was the damned man of the house.