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Family Fuck

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Family Fuck

 

by the author formerly known as skybandit [i forgot my password; for those of you who've read My New Ability, sorry about the lapse, but chapter 2 is on the way]

 

“Please,” my 16 year old cous

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in begs me. 

            I remain silent.  She has pestered me for the past week, wanting me to take her virginity so that she won’t be clumsy when she has sex with her boyfriend.  I’m 19 and male, so pardon me if I don’t get hard every time she asks.  I WANT to fuck her, don’t get me wrong.  But she’s only 16 and she’s my first cousin. 

            Today is different though.  After asking for the hundredth time, Sara looks at me and pulls off her top.  DAMN!  She’s so fucking hot.  She smiles at me and pulls her sweatpants down.  She is prepared for this seduction, I realize, because she has nothing under the sweatpants except her naked skin. 

            My dick rises to attention, creating a teepee in my shorts.  “Sara,” I say, but her hand on my bulge interrupts my weakening protests. 

            “I’m not asking you for a date or to go steady with me, Mat.  I just want your dick inside me.  Now.”

            She pulls my waistband down and my dick pops up like a soldier’s solute, swaying slightly, nodding in anticipation.  “Eager, aren’t we?” she asks and smiles at my dick.

            I can’t restrain myself any longer.  I grab her hips, lift her, say “I won’t be gentle,” and throw her unceremoniously on the small bed. 

            Her legs part willingly, and I’m between them exploring her tight pussy with my 9 inch cock.  As I penetrate her again and again, she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist, doing her best to contain my plunging, but ultimately failing.  I pound at her, thinking we shouldn’t be doing this because her parents are upstairs sleeping and my sister is in the bedroom next-door.  But I am doing it. I tell myself to do it proper, to not have any guilt. 

            “Oh, YES Mat, YES, fuck my pussy, oh GOD YES, fuck me, aaaaahhhh!”  She screams as my thrusts become frantic, wanting to savor the moment but not wanting to be caught. 

            “You’re so tight, Sara,” I pant.  You’re no virgin, I think as I stare at her face, her scrunched up eyes and wide open mouth. I don’t want to cum in her pussy.  “Keep your mouth open!” I demand removing my cock from her wetness.  Her eyes are still closed as I climb her and position the head of my cock at her parted lips.  I shove.  She gags.  My balls rest against her chin for a second and then I pull out only to shove in again.  “That’s right, bitch, eat it,” I say.  I cannot believe I am doing this, and to my cousin. I hold her head as I face fuck her.  In an explosion of pleasure, I cum, filling her mouth to its limit with my seed.  Simi-hard now, I keep myself in her.

           It is then that I notice another presence in the room.  My cock still in Sara, I turn my head and see my sister, Jane. I look down at Sara, her mouth full of my dick and sperm, and say "You set me up."

            Sara shakes her head in denial and the motion would've turned me on had my heart not been pounding.  Shit, I think, I've been caught on film! fucking my underage cousin. My sister's going to have my balls! Hell, my mom’s going to have them too. I knew how close both women are to Sara.

          “She’s right, Mat,” my sister says.  “I did.  I’ve wanted to have you in me ever since I saw you in the shower when you were fifteen.”  She looks at our cousin.  “Sara, since you’ve succeeded in making him limp, why don’t you suck him again until he’s suitably hard for me.” 

           Sara nods and takes my limpness into her mouth again.  As my cousin blows me for the second time my sister removes her clothes.  As I see what is about to be mine I cannot help but feel a sort of giddiness.  My friends would never believe I fucked not only Sara, but Jane too.  My sister is still recording.  She sets the video camera on a bookshelf at an angle so that it still receives all the action.  Jane takes our cousin by the waist, pulls her back, away from the object of her affection, my slippery cock.  Saliva drips from its tip.

           “My turn,” Jane says.  “You can watch, but now it’s my turn to have his cock.  If you don’t fuck me good and hard, Matt, I’ll make sure the right people get this video.  You don’t want to go to jail for statutory rape, do you?”  She spreads her legs.  “Get that biggie in here, brother.”

            Who am I to say no to my older sister?  I get my biggie in there, and get it in there fast and hard.  Still dripping our cousin’s juices, my dick fills my sister as I work my way as deep as possible.

               "Uh," my sister moans as I push my member deep.  "Mmm.  Sara, you can stay if you want.  Help me with the cleanup, cause I...I...think this'll be messy soon."  She gives up on talk and rolls me over so she's on top. 

               She rides me like a pro and I can't help but utter: "GOD, where'd you learn to fuck!"

               "Mom," she replies.  "I used to watch her fuck Tony and I practiced with some veggies."

                As my sister continues to bounce on my dick I think THANK YOU MOM!

 

 

The next morning I wake up sore.  My dick feels like it had been though a war; beaten, battered, hyped on action and wanting more, but afraid it wouldn't be up for the task.

              The form next to me reminds me of the killer night I'd had.  To my right is my naked 24 year old sister.  Her black hair is still damp with sweat from the night's endeavors.  Draped across my upper body is my 16 year old cousin, Sara, naked too.  Her cheek is resting on Jane's left breast. 

               My dick stiffens and I reach for Sara's ass.  With both hands I spread her, gently climbing out from beneath her.  I position myself at her backdoor and shove in hard.  I hear her scream.  She buries her mouth against my sister's nipple.  I pull out and plunge in again. 

               "Oh, yes, Mat, just like that," my cousin says, voice muffled due to my sisters breast. 

                "Fuck her good, Mat," my sister says.

                As I slide into my cousin again, I reach for her breasts, take hold of them, and kiss her neck.  I hear footsteps outside my bedroom door just as I get a good rhythm going.  I pause in my fucking, my cock buried to the root in Sara's ass.  My eyes are fastened to the door.  The knob turns, opens an inch or two.  I see my mother, Amy.  Neither Jane nor Sara sees her.  

                Our eyes meet and she closes the door as silently as she had opened it. 

             

 

Later that day, after Sara left for school and Jane for work, I go downstairs.  Amy is in the kitchen preparing a meal for the party that will take place later in the evening. 

                 I turn on the TV and do some channel-surfing. 

                 "Mat," my mother says, entering the TV room.  "I need to talk to you about what you were doing this morning and probably last night as well."

                 I can't bring myself to meet her gaze. 

                 "Look at me." 

                 I look.  Mom is 38 years old and still beautiful.  Slim with large breasts, she could've been a movie star.  She is a redhead.  My eyes linger on her chest, encased in a too-tight sweater that leaves little to the imagination. 

                  "Get your eyeful and then pay attention.  What you did to your cousin and sister was wrong.  Very wrong.  I know you enjoyed it, but still it was wrong.”

                  I always took it as a sign of maturity that I could talk to my mom about anything even while my thoughts usually ran towards imagines of banging her.  I undressed her with my eyes as I replied: “I know. I don’t know what came over me.  Sara, begged me and then she took my penis in her hand and I…I just had to fuck her!”

                  “And your sister?”

                  “She filmed me with Sara.  It was blackmail.”

                  “I know what she did, Mat.  I watched the video.  It looked to me as though you were experiencing heavenly delights.  I didn’t see you hesitate at all before burying your cock in Jane’s pussy.”

                  I couldn’t deny it.

                   “Look, I don’t think you should screw them any more.”

                  “You think I’ll be able to stop now?  You’re nuts.  Their pussies were they tightest, their mouths the best at sucking cock that I’ve ever had.  And Sara’s ass…!  Don’t get me started on her ass!”

                    “I’ll substitute.  Instead of fucking them, I’ll let you fuck me.  Any position, any time, anywhere.  Agreed?”

                     “You’re my mom!”

“You fucked your cousin and sister.  Why not me?  Do we have a deal?”

When it seems I might decline her glorious offer, Amy lifts her sweater.  She has no bra on and was I a god I would be drooling at the sight of her wonderful melons.  As it is, my dick swells in my pants and doesn’t go unnoticed.

                      “I’ll meet you in Dad’s and my bedroom.  Hurry.” 

                       On the way to their bedroom, heart racing, I stopped by Jane’s room and retrieved her camcorder.  There was no way in hell I was going to forfeit sex with my sister and cousin.  There was also no way in hell I was going to pass up an opportunity to fuck Mom either.  I was determined to have all three.  And in order for that to happen I needed a wildcard. 

 

Mom was naked when I entered her bedroom.  I couldn’t believe my luck.  She wasn’t looking at me and so I positioned the camcorder on the dresser where it would have an uninterrupted view of the activity about to commence. 

            I undress.  “God, you are so beautiful!” I say as I climb into bed with her. 

            I lick her breasts as she strokes my erection.  “Choice time, Mat.  Do you want to use a rubber or just get it on?”

            I fucked both Sara and Jane without protection, so I figured why start now.  “I want to do you bareback.” 

            “I was hoping you’d say that.  You’re father insists on rubbers every time.  It’s been so long since I’ve had it old fashioned.”

            “Then today’s your lucky day,” I say, engulfing her left breast with my lips.

            Her legs part and I slide my hands beneath her firm ass and squeeze.  My cock enters her pussy, inch by inch, until it has disappeared to the root.  “Oh, God!” I say.  “Mom, Dad hasn’t been living up to his reported standards!  You’re gripping my cock like a vise!”

            “Oh, son, fuck me, fuck your mother!  That’s it, be a good son.  Give it to me.  Oh, YES, Mat, pound my pussy.  Fuck me like you fucked your sister!  You feel so wonderful!”

            “So do you, Mom!  I…I can’t get enough of you!”  I slam into her again and again and again, her large breasts pressed against my chest, her ass in my hands.  I press my lips against hers and insert my tongue.  She sucks on it and against her mouth I say: “Later, I’ll have you suck my cock!” 

            She rolls me.  Now I’m beneath her and she’s perched on my flagpole, bouncing and I slide my hands from her ass to her smooth stomach to her bouncy tits and fondle. 

            “Oh my God, Mat!”

            “You like this, Mom?”

            “I LOVE it.  Oh, God how I…is that a camera!”

            I smile, imagining my mother’s reaction to the camcorder recording her bouncing on my cock.  “Yes, it is,” I say as she pauses, my cock inserted all the way inside her.  I thrust upwards, balls slapping her thighs.  “Please continue, slut!”

            She looks at me, her eyes wide.  “You’re filming us!”

            I squeeze her juicy melons.  “I wanted to have something to remember our first night fucking.  No one else is going to see it.  Now, please, for the love of God, continue!”

            I take my hands from her breasts and place them on her hips.  Holding her I push up and into her tight cunt.  “Oh, God!  Mom, I love fucking you!” 

            She is still staring at the camera, her mouth slightly open.  I look up at her face, but her gigantic tits block most of the view. I continue my thrusts, but see her eyes; they are squeezed shut, and little pants escape her lips.

            Then she starts bouncing on my shaft again, ignoring the camera.  “You’re bigger than you’re father…GOD!  You feel fantastic inside me!  Keep fucking me, son.  Fuck your mother harder.  Fill me!”

            Minutes later I fill her like a geyser.

            She collapse on top of me, her breasts pressed against my face.  I open and mouth and suckle her tits. 

God, what a morning!

 

MORE SOON, if people like it.  Let me know and I’ll add more.

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Ture Incest Aunt and Uncle and me 3 final

jkwon on Incest Stories

I was enjoy myself jerkin off and my sex life was not there yet with my girlfriend but I got fuck by my uncle 2 times and I know he wants more. A couple of weeks went by and I hung out with my cuz and friends in the area. I was on my way home and was thinkin if I was gay or a girl trap in a guys body. I got home and no one was there and I took a shower I got in and started to jerk my cock and think about my girlfriend and aunt.As i was gettin hot pictures of me and my uncle would pop up and my ass would tinkle and my balls would get hot.I shot my load and was wondering what was i THINKING. I got out and called my girlfriend up. I was think the whole time about the sex I had with my uncle and was gettin hard again. I hung up and I need to see my moms panties so I could get this out of my

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head. I jerk off and smell her panties and was thinkin about my aunt when the phone rang. It was my aunt and she was going to drop by with dinner for my folks would not be in tell late

My aunt came over and we sat and talk about school and life. As I finish I went to my room to get ready to sleep. My aunt stop by and said she was going but need to use the bathroom first. I walk in on her as she pee. Jerry close the door she said. I close the door and stay in with her. She stood up and I was looking at her pussy. You want to touch it jerry she said. yes I would love to but we cant tell anyone she said. I think my uncle was not fuckin her and she was not great lookin. I walk over and touch her and rub her pussy. I could smell sweat and pee mix from her pussy but as a young boy I was hard. PLACE YOUR FINGER IN MY HOLE ITS RIGHT ...AND SHE GUILDE ME TO HER HOLE AND I WENT IN.........UUUUHHHH....MMMMMM..RI..GHT...MM.THE.RE SHE SAID AS I WAS GOING FASTER......SHIT....OOOHHH MY....GOD....MMMMMRIG..HT THERE and she gave a push against my finger IM CUMIN DONT STOP.....MMMM...DO..T..ST..MMMM as we finish she got up and load me to the livingroom. She told me to get undress and lay on the floor. I watch as she made sure all the doors where lock and got undress

I ways naked and was layin on my back and she was ass naked and was ready to ride my cock when we heard the car pull up in the drive way. it was my folks and we quilky got our cloths on I went to my room and act if I was a sleep my aunt started to do the dishs. After a hour she left and I fell a sleep. The next couple of days was hard to get alone with her and I was really horny too. I try to fuck my girlfriend but that was a deadend. One day I got home and my folks where not home yet I call over to my aunts house and my uncle answere. I was hopin that it was my aunt but it was not. After we talk alittle I hung up and need to jerk off. I got to my mom room and for some reasons put a pair of her panties on. Mom was small and her panties where old sytle but I did not care. I was rubin when I heard the door open in the front I quickly grab my cloths and ran to my run. I pull my mom panties off and put then in the draw. I heard a knock...U IN THERE JERRY MY UNCLE VOICE SAID. I was naked and was think about lettin him fuck me. I open the door and was butt naked YOU NEED SOMETHING I SAID as he reach to grab my cock I acted like a little girl and push his hand away and walk over to my bed. I bent forword and open my legs so he could get a good look at what he wanted. YOU WANT TO FUCK ME UNCLE OR SHOULD I JUST GET DRESS.....JERRY I GOT THIS HARD COCK IN MY PANTS AND IT WANTS YOUR ASS...SHOW ME I SAID

As he undid his pants I grab my moms panties and put them on....YOU LIKE MY PANTIES I SAID....I GOING TO LEAVE THEM ON AND I WANT YOU TO CALL ME KAYLA....OK he said and push me down on the bed. he started to rub me over and pull the panties to one side...LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK AND GET IT READY FOR MY ASS...YOU LIKE SUCKIN MY COCK JERRY...CALL ME KAYLA OR YOU CANT FUCK ME. i turn around and inserted his cock in my mouth I was a queen slut and if the guys knew they would call me fag or gay but right now I was in WONDERLAND my land on sex and who cares as long it was my secret.I suck it and lick his balls....HOLY....SH..IT...MMMM..GENTLY....SHIT.....MMMMM...OHHHH is all he could say....IM GOING TO CUM....YEAH IN MY ASS ISAID...ready  next part to follow 

My Hot Older Sis pt 2.

Etolie on Incest Stories


    I awoke the next morning from the best sleep of my life. After a moment's recall, I realised that the girl sleeping next to me was my sister, Jessica, who had relieved me of my virginity the night before, in our parent's bed. I had my arm wrapped tightly around her and my very hard penis pressed against the warmth of her ass. My hand was cupped around her breast and I squeezed it gently, rubbing her nipple between my fingers. I breathed in her lightly scented hair and I moved my lips to her neck and began to gently kiss her. I pushed my cock against her and it slid between the cleavage of her ass cheeks. I moved my other hand down between her legs and my finger found her hea

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t as it slid between her pussy lips. I began to rub my stiff cock faster between her ass cheeks as my pre-cum made her flesh a little slippery. She began to stir and her hand moved over mine and forced it harder against her pussy. She turned her head with a drowsy but contented smile on her face and looked into my eyes.

   "Mmmmmm... What a nice way to wake up."

   My sister Jessica pushed her ass back against my cock as I pumped away between her ass cheeks. She clenched my hand tighter as I slid my fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy. I kissed her neck harder, sucking on her soft skin. Jess turned her head further and her mouth met mine and we kissed. She groaned and her body stiffened against me and her hand clasped mine and stopped my fingers deep within her and they became hot and sticky and wet as she came. "Oh God!" she cried. She held me for a second longer and then her body relaxed. She kissed me again, this time softer, more tenderly.

   "Little brother," she smiled, "we have to wake up this way more often."

   Jess rolled over and swung her legs either side of me. She took my hard cock and began to slowly stroke it as she sat on top of me. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and lookied down at me with those big beautiful brown eyes. I put my hands up to her full perfect breasts and began to caress them. She rubbed my cock against her hot wet vagina lips, moving her hips so they slid along the shaft and up to the head. Just when I thought she was going to let me inside of her, she rocked her hips back down, teasing me.

   "That's twice you've made me cum," she said. "I thought you'd never done this before."

    Jess pushed my penis flat and moved her pussy over the top of it, sliding herself up along it again, back and forth. It felt fantastic as I pushed back against her.

   "Last night was my first time," I groaned. "But I've wanted to do it with you for a long time."

   Jess leant over me and let her breasts fall into my face. I kissed her nipples and licked the sweat between her cleavage. She continued to move her burning pussy lips up and down along my cock. I put my hands on her ass and tried to lift her up and push my cock inside of her but she pushed against me. "Uh-uh," she said devilishly. "All good things to those who wait."

   I lay back and let my sister take control, as she always did. My cock was bursting, but she was having such fun teasing me. She leant down and kissed me, pushing her tongue in and out of my mouth. I tried to push my cock into her again but she again stopped me. She grinned. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, little brother. Your cum's gonna feel so good inside of me."

   Another glide along my shaft with her pussy lips, then Jess smiled, reached down, took hold of my penis and guided it into her burning hot pussy. The sensation was almost unbearable as her pussy lips slid down the shaft of my hard cock and I entered deep inside of her.

   "Oh yeah!" I cried.

   Jess moved her body up slowly, then back down as I slid deeper inside her. I pushed my hips up to meet her next downward thrust and this time she groaned. I couldn't believe how good it felt, even better than sex with her the night before, having my sister slowly riding on top of me, fucking me. Jess began to fuck me a little faster now as I gripped her perfect ass. I knew I was going to cum soon, but I wanted the feeling to last as long as it could. She looked down at me, her beautiful face, her sexy eyes looking into mine, as she let herself down on me again. I felt my cock was going to melt inside of her, she was that hot inside. We bagan to fuck faster, harder. Jess kissed me with animal passion. We writhed our bodies against each other. I looked down to see the shaft of my cock disappearing inside of her rapidly before again reappearing. I looked up at her on top of me and felt myself about to cum.

   A loud sound like somebody yelling came from downstairs and Jess froze mid-stride above me. The sound again. A voice. "Oh shit!" cried Jess, moving off of me. "Mum and dad!" My penis fell out of her. I jumped up.

   "Kids?" came another call from downstairs. It was our mum, and she was coming up the stairs.

   "Quick!" whispered Jess, wrapping a sheet around her naked body. "Hide!"

   I ran quickly into mum and dad's ensuite bathroom, just as mum entered the bedroom.

   "Hi mum," yawned Jess, pretended she was just waking up. "I thought you and dad weren't coming home 'till this afternooon."

   "You know your father," explained mum, "he likes to get up early, so we thought we'd come home to spend some time with you and your brother. Where is he, by the way, he's not in his bedroom?"

   "I'm in here!" I called out. "The downstairs bathroom was occupied."

   "Oh," mum said. "I don't know if that's right, you coming in here while your sister is naked in our bed."

   "It's okay," laughed Jess, "He is my brother."

   "Well, you get dressed before he comes out of there, then you kids come down for breakfast. Your cousins are already downstairs with your father."

   I had almost forgetten about our cousins, Dean and Stephanie. They had fucked each other for the first time last night, too, and had slept together in Jess's bedroom downstairs.

   When I heard mum leave the room, I came out of the bathroom with my hard-on leading the way. Jess was standing there naked, bending over to pick up her clothes. She saw my cock and looked at it with mock-sadness. "Oh, you poor little thing," she said. She sat on the bed and took a hold of it, rubbing the head with her finger. She gave it a soft kiss. I shuddered. She kissed it again, opening her mouth a little and flicking the head with her tongue. Mum called again from downstairs. Jess looked up at me with real sympathy this time. "We better get downstairs." She gave the head of my cock another quick kiss with her lips. "First chance we get," she promised. We quickly dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast.

   Our cousins, Dean and Stephanie were sitting at the table having breakfast with mum and dad. They looked at me and Jess with knowing smiles.

   "So, did you kids have a good time last night?" asked dad.

   "We sure did," answered Jess, with a broad grin.

   "Good," said dad. We all looked to each other and tried not to laugh.

   Dean and Steph were invited to stick around for a family barbaque lunch. My hard-on was killing me, and watching my sister slink around bra-less in only a tight white singlet and a short denim skirt was only making things worse. Jess and I kept catching each other's eye and I felt her lust with each glance. Each time we attempted to slip away together to fuck, mum and dad always seemed to be there. I didn't know if I could last the day, having my sister so close but not being able to do anything about it.

   Mum and dad cooked our customary sunday family barbaque and Jess, Steph, Dean and I were all sitting in the back yard together, out of ear-shot of them. Steph and Dean explained how they had heard mum and dad driving into the garage, and had quickly gotten up and dressed and greeted them at the front door. "You two were fucking this morning, weren't you?" grinned Steph, looking at the hickey I had left on my sister's neck. Jess and I smiled sheepishly.

   "But we didn't get to finish," Jess said. "We've been dying to slip off together all day." She looked over her shoulder to make sure mum and dad weren't watching. She leaned over and kissed me hard and rubbed my aching bulge through my pants.

    Dad called lunch and they got up, leaving me seated. "I think someone's having a little trouble standing up," laughed Dean. I sat there until I could reposition my erection so it would not be seen in my pants and joined them.

   After luch we were all sitting in the living room and I was trying to look at Jess with out our parents noticing. She got up and said she was going to wash up, looking at me. I understood and said I would to, to our parent's amazement. We said it was the least we could do after such a great lunch. When mum offered to help us, Dean and Steph said that they wanted to hear about their anniversary dinner the night before. As soon as Jess and I were through the kitchen door we were all over each other. I pushed her up against the kitchen bench and we kissed and I put my hand between her legs and she clamped her thighs tightly around it as I rubbed her pussy. She undid my pants and had my stiff cock quickly out and gripped in her hand, stroking it. I pushed up her singlet up and kissed her breasts and sucked on her erect nipples. Jess spread her legs and pulled me into her, guiding my cock-head between her hot and slippery pussy lips and inside of her. I pushed my cock up as far as it would go between my sister's legs, making her groan softly. "Oh yeah", she whispered with her hot breath into my ear,"fuck me, Fuck me hard." I kissed her again and pulled my cock back and almost out of her, then forced it back inside her. She felt so good inside. Our tongues pushed and slid against each other, my right hand gripped her ass and my left her cupped her breast. I pushed into her again and again. Jess squeezed my clenched ass and pulled me deeper into her with each stroke. We could hear our parents talking on the other side of the wall but that only made it more exciting. I tasted the sweat on Jess's neck and she bit my ear, trying to keep from shouting out in pleasure. I pulled my face away from hers so I could look at her as I fucked her. My hard, bursting cock slid desperately in and out between my sister's legs as I looked into her beautiful, sexy eyes and sweaty face, her perfect body, still finding it hard to believe that we were fucking each other. Her breasts bounced against her chest with each stroke, her stomach clenched tight. She pulled me harder into her and I fucked one, two, three more times, then froze with my cock buried deep inside of her as I unleashed the first stream of cum into her. I watched her face as I spurted again, pushing my hips against hers. Our tongues met and I pulled her close and I pumped more and more cum deep into her. She gasped into my ear with each spurt. When I had finally finished, I held onto her tightly, not wanting to ever take my cock out of her. Then I remembered our parents about ten feet away from us on the other side of the wall. I pulled away from my sister and my cock slowly slid out of her.

   I looked into Jessica's eyes and she was smiling and we kissed again. We were both covered in sweat and panting to catch our breaths and grinning with relief. "That's three times you've made me cum," said Jess, looking down at my cock then back up. "I think I'm gonna like living in the same house as my little brother from now on."

   We straightened ourselves out, then tried to do the washing up the best we could, our energy all but spent. We splashed water at each other and rubbed up against each other and laughed out loud.

   "How's it going in there. You need my help?" asked mum from the loungeroom.

   "We're fine," giggled Jess.

   "Okay. It's good to hear the two of you finally getting along together," called mum.

   We laughed together. We kissed and arranged to get together in Jessica's bed later that night when mum and dad were asleep. I could feel my cock getting hard again already.

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A Night at the Club

LadyKelien on Incest Stories


Ok so everyone tell me what you think. Feedback is more than welcome. This is the first thing I have written in well over a year.  And the closest Ive ever come to actually discribing anything of the nature of a sex act so let me know if you liked it. Im open to ways to improve it. Â



What was I thinking? You want to know what I was thinking? I don't know it was kind of a stupid thing to be doing but Gods the thrill of it all couldn't keep me from it.  Just the idea of actually seeing what went on in Daddy's club was more than I could stand. At 16 I had practically grown up in the back of the place having never seen what really happened in what Daddy called the "Action Area." No I was relegated to a sound
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proof room attached to his office and his office which was also sound proof. Â

You see Daddy is a very organized and successful business man.  My mom died giving birth to me so I never got to meet her but people who knew her say Im a lot like her.  I look like her, sound like her, move like her.   Mom wasn't so organized. In fact they tell stories about when my parents were first dating and Daddy getting fed up with Mom never being able to find her shoes or her keys. He hired a crew to come in and completely organize everything, labeled everything where it went and if Mom didn't put things where they belonged when Daddy would come to see her he would treat her like a child and spank her butt right there in front of anyone who might be around. Mom learned to be organized too.   According to Daddy she was still flighty and impertinant but he liked that about her. Â

Flighty and unorganized are not traits I inherited from my mother. No I was raised by a Father that had to have everything in order and in its proper place and that included me. My whole life has been one well orchestrated waltz.   When I was to young to go to school, The nanny woke up me up 8 am fed me breakfast, took me for a walk in the park, let me play with other children then brought me home for lunch and a nap. By the time my nap was over, Daddy would be awake and he would send the Nanny home, give me a bath then the two of us together would head off to his club.  It was always crowded. I was under 21 so I wasn't allowed in the main part of the club. Daddy would take me in through a private entrance into his office.

The office was amazing anything you could possible want or need was always right there. He had a buffet table with all my and his favorite foods, the most comfortable leather couch in the world I could sleep on and a library that would make most city library's jealous. I grew up in that office and in the theater room attached to it. There I watched all sorts of educational movies and documentaries. I wasn't allowed regular TV and I didn't even know what a Barbie was until a girl brought one to my Kindergarden for show and tell. Daddy said his little girl would grow up with a realistic view of what women should and could be. Barbie was not realistic. Â

Now that Im 16 my life is still organized by Daddy. Up by 6 for breakfast with him. He gets home about that time every morning.  Then I shower and dress to go off to my girls school where I have to wear a stupid uniform.  I meet up with Daddy at the club at 4. Im allowed 1 hour to talk with friends and get my butt to the club. I have to be there promptly at 4. If Im not then Daddy can't help me with any of the school work I might need help on or have time to go over the latest test scores, or read my latest paper or story.  So Im always there on time. We do my school work together. Yes, I do it he watches and nods or corrects as needed.  At 6, the club employees start to arrive and I help make sure everything is stocked and if its an order day do the order.  Daddy says Im better at math than his accountant so Ive taken over the job of watching the money watchers. Daddy's getting pretty wealthy and hes getting paranoid that people are going to start taking said wealth which he intends to use to send me to Harvard.  I don't wanna go that far from home, but Daddy says I have to. Ive already been accepted.  Anyway after my "job" is done. I go back to the office and theather room where I can entertain friends on the weekends and chat online with them during the week. Daddy monitors that very closely as well. No grown men chasing his daughter like shes a piece of tail. He won't have it.  I can't even date till Im 18.  I told him it was silly that I couldn't date until I could get a tattoo. He said make getting the tattoo your first date. Â

Ok now that you understand a bit about my life maybe its time to explain why I did what I did. And how my life as it stands now came about.  Man my nose itches. No you can't scratch it for me. Daddy would throw a fit. Being punished remember. I was a bad girl. No I wasn't a bad girl because Daddy caught me masterbating. That wasn't the problem. He had done that before.  He even bought books on the subject to make sure I was well read and understood how to do it properly then had one of those detachable shower heads put into my shower.  Remember I have a very progressive Father. No it wasn't the masterbation that got me into trouble it was where I was when I got caught. Â

See I had started hearing rumors about the kind of club my Father ran.  Things at the girls school were getting a bit diffcult for me because everyone knew I spent all of my time at the club and outside of the few girls whose parents were part of the clientel of the club, I had a hard time making friends.   When I was named homecoming queen the parents went nuts.  I was not proper company or proper leader for their blue blood baby girls. I had gotten that kind of reaction my whole life so it didn't suprise me. What suprised me was that I was named Homecoming Queen at all.Â

 I had to know what was so wrong about Daddy's club so I started asking questions and some of the things I heard were rather strange. I mean what is a St. Andrew's cross anyway?  Well yesterday while I was helping with the restock, I discovered that some of the slats in the flooring of the loft over the bar were loose.  I could pick them up and get a pretty clear view of the stage and the dance floor, only there didn't seem to be a dance floor. the stage had long run ways with what appeared to be different stations with different types of tables and things on it.  Now I was really curious what all of that was all about so I waited until everyone was off doing their job and Daddy thought I was safely settled into my routine and climbed back up into the loft to watch. Â

Oh my were the rumors true.  There were people have sex in the darker corners of the room and men and women of all various shapes and sizes being straped down to the things on stage and put through various stages of pain and pleasure. I got to see my first blow job right there on the stage as this Man with a huge cock sat down on this low stool and forced a girl in a dog collar and leash to the floor. He wrapped his hand up in her long wavy red hair and began shoving her mouth down over his cock forcing her to swollow it whole. I kept waiting for her to gag because to me he seemed huge. But, it never happened she just happily took him all in and then he pulled her off and forced her to lick his balls lifting them so she could lick under them as well.  I couldn't help it. All of it was turning me on. Â

I found myself squriming on the floor where I was laying. looking through the slates.  At one point in the night a waitress dropped the tray of drinks she was carrying. Daddy calmly stood up from his regular booth where he was working on paperwork and moved over to her. He counted the number of drinks she had dropped and grabbed her by her wrist taking her to the center of the stage where their was this odd x shaped stand with straps on it.  He ripped her uniform off of her reveiling she was wearing only pasties over her big lush breasts and a thin g string that left nothing to the imagination. Daddy pulled on the string of her panties a little pulling them up tight and talking in her ear. I could see her start to squirm against him and him laugh before kissing her deeply then strapping her into that contraption with her back to the crowd. Daddy then proceeded to smack her butt with his hand. I could hear it all the way where I was even over the music and the crowd. He then pulled out what history books I believed called a cat o' nine and started flogging her with it. Her back and ass were glowing before Daddy was done but even then he wasn't done. As shes pleading for him to stop he just smacked her ass a little and someone yelled you'll learn to be more careful won't ya slut.  I was in shock.  My progressive father who was raising me to be a feminist was a jerk when it came to women and treated them like they were nothing but property.  Not only was I shocked but I was so turned on I couldn't stand myself.  I didn't even realize that I had one hand down my pants and the other massaging my own breasts as I squirmed on the floor both trying to relieave myself of the heat growing inside me and trying to see what was happening a bit better. Daddy had walked away from the girl but hadn't let her down.  When he came back he was carrying the longest bull whip I think I had ever seen. He motioned for one of the other waitresses to come up on stage and handed her a pack of cigeretts which one by one Daddy proceeded to light, take a drag off of and then lay it on one of the poor girls shoulders. Then he would back up and wait as the ash on the cig would build up then just before it would drop off and burn that poor girl who had dropped the drinks he would crack that whip and flick the cig onto the floor.  I don't think the whip ever even touched her skin but I know she felt the wind of it next to her face.  Gods I was in a horrible state.  I knew when Daddy let the girl down and kissed her again deeply before turning her over to one of the bouncers that I needed to get back to the office but I couldn't tear myself away.  I watched the bouncer take her off to a private booth and I knew he would be tending to any possible wounds and making the girl "feel better" for being such a good sport. I don't know how I knew. I just knew. Â

I watched Daddy go back to his booth. He was a big man but not a fat man. His body was lean like a football players and very well toned. He reminded me of that song Grandpa use to sing about some guy named Big John.  "Stood 6 foot 6 and weighed 245. Kind of broad and the sholders and narrow at the hips and everyone knew you didn't give no lip to big John. " Daddy was only 6 foot 2 but everything else about that discription fit.  He had taken his jacket off and I could see his ass well contoured by his custom taylored slacks and all I could think about was getting into those pants. What it would feel like to be in that watresses postion.  Gods I was so horny. I couldn't hardly breath.  I forgot about the room. Forgot Daddy looked like he was getting ready to go back to the office. Forgot about everything but ending my frustrations.  So I continued to masterbate shoving my own fingers inside my self as deep as they would go thrusting them back and fourth. I forgot where I was and that the slats were lifted. I forgot the room wasn't sound proofed. I forgot everything but getting off to the idea of being treated that way by my own father and then fucked by him. OH Gods yeah I wanted to be fucked by him. To feel myself being filled up by his cock to feel my hymen ripped through knowing it was my father doing it.  That thought was all it took and I was cumming all over myself and it just kept going wave after wave.Â

 When it finally stopped and I became aware of my surroundings again, I realized I wasn't alone in the loft. Daddy and two of the bouncers were standing there watching me. It was all one of the bouncers could do to keep his hands out of his own pockets. I could see that watching me had turned him on. But, Daddy was pissed. Â

I knew he was pissed because he didn't say anything he just picked me up and carried me back down stairs and into the office. Then he did something he had never done with me here before. He unlocked the other door. The door I had never in all my 16 years been through and brought me into this room where we are now.  Ive been tied to this chair for the last 3 hours. Every hour or so someone comes in to check my circulation and make sure that there is no way I can be doing a repeat of what I was doing in the loft.  Daddy still hasn't spoken a word to me.  Hes just sitting over in that corner like hes trying to figure out what to do with me now.  I think he knows what got me so hot and bothered was watching him and if it had been anyone else I wouldn't have really cared or noticed.  But, it was him and I know he knows it.  But, now he has to decide what to do with his perfect little girl who was suppose to go away to Harvard and become the salvation of women at large and has just proven herself to actually be as big a slut as everyone always said her mother was.  So Mom and I have something else in common. Oh Gods you better Go hes coming this way and I don't want you to get in trouble for talking to me. Leave me to discover my fate alone. Â

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Note : This story is completely fictional!

Having missed the school bus Mark, along with his best friend Jeff, had to trudge home the two miles through the deep snow. He had thought about calling his mother but knew she didn"t like driving in the stuff, especially with the heavy snow that was accumulating. So he thought it best to just walk. Also, he was well aware that Jeff"s mother worked late so she was also out of the question.
Arriving home, and unlocking the back door, he entered into the kitchen. He was surprized at the sight that greeted him. His mother was cleaning up the counter wearing her short white terrycloth bathrobe.
"Hi, mom," he greeted as he entered. "Okay if Jeff comes in?"
"Sure,&qu

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ot; Natalie replied. "Besides it"s getting cold in here so close the damn door already, will you." As Jeff entered she greeted him warmly. "Hi, Jeff, long time no see."
"For sure, Mrs. Evans, for sure."
"Hey, you guys want a pizza or something?"
"No, mom, that"s quite alright. We grabbed a bite at Burgerland."
"Well, then, how about some cookies," she casually remarked setting the step stood against the counter. Glancing over her shoulder, as she climbed to the counter, she saw the smile on both their faces. Opening the high cabinet, bracing herself against it, she reached in grabbing the platter standing up behind the dishes.
In doing so Mark, even Jeff, couldn"t help but notice how her robe hiked up exposing the bottom of her fanny. Both marvelled at how nicely round it was. Mark smiled at Jeff and nudged his eyes toward his mother.
"Here, honey, grab this will you," Natalie glanced her eyes his way handing him the platter. Mark grabbed the platter as she pleaded, "Set it down and then help me down. I don"t mind going up it"s coming down that scares me."
Setting the platter on the counter he returned to assist his mother from her precarious perch. Knowing how unsteady she was up there he cradled her right arm with his hand and put his left hand against the small of her back. "Be careful, mom," he cautioned.
"Thanks, sweetheart," Natalie remarked as she stepped down. 
Suddenly, without warning, she slipped on a step falling sideways and backward. "Geez, mom, be careful," Mark blurted out as his right hand slipped off her arm slamming into her right breast as his left hand slipped from her back. He was surprized when it slid through her legs palming itself against her vaginal forest. Helping her stand he said, "Oh god, mom, you gave me quite a scare," he swallowed the lump in his throat.
Kissing him on the cheek she thanked him. "Now you two go into the living room and get comfortable and I"ll get the cookies. Shoo!"
Picking up their backpacks they left the kitchen. Arriving in the other room Mark threw his backpack on the floor and started to remove his shirt. As Jeff glared at him he only commented, as he slipped off his pants, "Well, my mom did say to get comfortable."
As Mark removed his underpants Jeff couldn"t help but look. It wasn"t that he was gay, or anything like that, but just curious how his friend stacked up. He giggled a comment, "You"re kinda nice looking you know that."
Mark blushed and couldn"t help but dare, "Care to join me?"
"Sure," Jeff added with a laugh and stripped off his clothes as
well. He could plainly see where his friend"s eyes were diverted as they sat down on the couch. Jeff retrieved the cameras from his backpack and set them on the coffee table. Looking at Mark he smiled. "Know somethin. Your mom"s a real fox. Kinda sexy, too."
"Yeah, that"s for sure," Mark smiled.
"Damn, I"ve seen more of your mom than I could ever hope with mine." Mark looked in surprize at him as he continued, "Fuck, my mother"s such a prude she won"t even bare a leg."
Mark looked at him in surprize. With a gleam in his eye he blustered proudly, "Hey wanna know something. My mom"s got hair on her pussy."
"Oh yeah!" Jeff smiled questioning, "Tell me, huh huh, how much?"
"Shit, I don"t know! Seems to be a lot but, shit, I don"t know."
Both of them were sitting, with legs open, when Natalie entered the room. Setting the platter on the table she laughed, "Geez, guys, I didn"t mean it that way."
"Does it bother you, mom?"
"Naw," she giggled. Noticing the cameras, one still and one video, she wondered, "What"s with the cameras?"
"It"s our homework, Mrs. Evans."
Natalie was surprized at his answer as Mark added, "Yeah, mom, we gotta take pictures of a girl."
Not the least bit camera shy Natalie immediately struck a pose.
"What about me? I"m kind of a girl."
Mark snapped a few pictures of her, rather provacative poses, and thanked her. "But, they gotta be," not completing his statement he
reached over and retrieved a crumpled piece of paper from his pants pocket and handed it towards her.
As Natalie bent over to reach for the paper they could both see a slight hint of her exposed cleavage. Snatching the paper, as quickly as she did, caused Mark"s hand to glance against her breasts. Grabbing a cookie she munched on it as she read the fragmented notes scribbled on the paper. Throwing it down on the coffee table she blurted out, "That"s disgusting!" Finishing her cookie, she asked, "Hey, you guys want some milk?" 
As they were eating the cookies they couldn"t very well make an audible comment but their mumble was just as good for her. Making her way toward the kitchen she stopped halfway. Hiking up the hem of her robe she caressed her fanny. "Hey, guys, tell your teacher she can caress this." Pushing open the kitchen door, feeling a bit bold, she framed herself sideways raising the right hem exposing her
hip to them. "Hey, check it out. Whew!" She flipped the front flap slightly and retreated out of the room.
"Damn, Mark, I don"t believe your mother did that!"
"I don"t either."
"Gotta admit she"s got a cute ass."
Natalie returned clutching the milk glasses in her left hand and a beer in her right. Carefully she let them retrieve the glasses.
"You know, I"ve been thinking. What about me?"
"Mom, you couldn"t! You wouldn"t!"
Sawying her hand-held hips, being careful not to expose herself, she angrily answered, "And why the hell not, Markie? What"s the matter, huh, your mother isn"t good enough, huh, huh?"
"No, mom, it"s not that," he stammered quickly, "it"s just that
Jeff"s here."
"So?"
"Mom, please, you just couldn"t."
During the previous comments Jeff had been fiddling with the video camera making sure it was operating correctly even mananging to record a bit of the heated conversation. He was bit disappointed, though, that the robe didn"t part more allowing him to get a video shot underneath. 
"Fuck it then," Natalie blurted out and turned with a jerk swishing the robe"s hem allowing a nice, recording shot, view of her
fanny. Retreating to the recliner she bent over and set the beer on the left end table. Sitting down, modestly, in the recliner she looked over at Mark. "Fine. If you don"t want my help see if I care." She jerked the handle backward, too quickly, which caused the recliner to jolt flaying her legs wildly into the air. Recomposing herself she sheepishly asked, "I, ah, didn"t, ah, well,
you know?"
"No, mom, we didn"t see nothing," Mark addressed her fears.
"Oh, good, I"m glad to hear that. Afterall, I wouldn"t want to
let you guys see anything. Now would I?"
"I wouldn"t think you would, mom."
She scrunched a bit to her left to retrive the beer. "Afterall, I mean, it wouldn"t really be right." Grabbing the beer she laid back down in the chair, adding, "A mother really shouldn"t let her
son, hell even his best friend to boot, see her naked. Now should
she, huh?"
"Yeah, you"re right," Mark answered. After his utterance of
fumbled words he wondered why he had said it. Often he dreamed of
seeing his mother, hell even his sister, nude. After the few sudden encounters, one in the kitchen and the other one in here, he really wanted to see her nude. But he wouldn"t want to admit that to her.
Looking right at them she smiled. "Look, you two, I know I"ve been a little, shall I say flashy, but well." She didn"t complete her statement and opened the beer. Having previously been shaken up, when she swayed her hips, it sprayed half its contents onto her robe. "Oh my my, mommy make a mess," Natalie giggled flipping the handle forward. 
Slidding out of the chair she stood up. "I gotta change." She turned around to set the can on the end table. Bending over, spreading her legs for support, caused her robe to hike way up, allowing them an unrestricted view of her twat. 
"You understand, don"t you, Mark," facing him she continued, "I mean I don"t want to, well you know." Climbing the stairs she glanced over her shoulder and, seeing them both watching her every move, commented, "Be right back." Stopping on the landing she turned around to confront them. "Now don"t go anywhere, huh." Turning back around she climbed the stairs completely removing her robe as she did so allowing both Mark and Jeff to see her naked backside and her bare butt wiggle as she continued up the stairs and disappear down the hallway.
"Geez, guy," Jeff blurted out, "all I can say is wow! Hell, I"ve seen more of your mother in a hour than I ever could hope to see of
mine."
Mark just smiled at him. Nudging closer he wondered, "Hey, get anything good?"
"Oh yeah," Jeff gleamed as he rewound the digital camcorder. As
they watched the three by five inch playback screen, which he paused at various times to study the image displayed, they couldn"t help but ooh and ah at what they were seeing. As the images played to the end Jeff mentioned, "I"d sure have liked to get a frontal shot under the robe."
"Yeah, would"ve been nice," Mark smirked. "From what I felt it
sure was nice. I"d love to see it."
"So would I," Jeff aserted, "but that"d never happen. I mean your mother"d never do that."
"Yeah, I know. I mean she may flirt but she"d never allow that." Looking at Jeff he couldn"t help but blurt out, "Though we did see a bit of it you know."
"Yeah, I know, when her legs flew up. Shit, man, it happened so
quick we barely saw anything."
"Saw enough though. Hey, I wonder what she"ll put on."
Jeff had to agree with Mark that his mother had only been flirting with them and that she"d never expose her nakedness to them. And he had to wonder what Natalie Evans would be wearing when she returned from upstairs. "I just can"t get over how really sexy your mother is, Mark."
Their questions, as to her attire, were answered as she stepped into the room and crossed directly to the end table. The small white bath towel, pinned on the right side, was all she wore. She,
aware of their staring saucered eyes, faced them directly. "What"s
wrong with this? I"m decent." Turning her right side to them, bending over to pick up the beer, caused to towel to part exposing her breast, except for the nipple, and even a look at her flat tummy. Moving her right leg slightly forward, as she bent over, disallowed a glimpse of her crotch.
Standing up again she schlooked the beer in one gulp. The quickness of her guzzling caused the towel to flap upward letting them see a fleeting glimpse of her light blond forest. "I got to get another one." 
Crossing by the coffee table she glanced at the empty platter.
"Geez, you guys weren"t really hungry were you? I"ll get some more."
Picking up the glasses she laid them on the platter and wiggled her
way towards the swinging door. Dilberately framing herself in the doorway, exposing her right side, she asked, "Hey, want some soda?"
"Sure, mom, thanks," Mark answered checking out her sexy figure.
"Okey-dokey," she giggled giving the towel a flip as she exited.
In the kitchen, as she refilled the platter, she laughed to herself and admittedly agreed, "damn, I"m really being flirty sexy
tonight". She continued to laugh as she retrieved two sodas and a
beer from the fridge. Quickly recomposing her giggling fit she kicked open the door.
"Can I get some help here," she pleaded as the door swung into her butt almost causing her to stumble. Holding the beer in her left hand, the platter in her right, with the sodas tucked under her right arm, didn"t leave her much leverage. "Now would be nice before I drop something."
Mark went to her aide. As he crossed the room he knew she was watching his dick, his fully erect dick, swaying freely. He reached for the platter. "I"ll take the cookies, mom."
"I don"t think so," she replied pulling back the platter. "Take the sodas. They"re cold and freezing my armpit."
"Okay," he answered and reached for them. As he did do she let them slip down catching them between her arm and her breast. Mark
hesitated.
"Hey, I"m getting frostbite already, huh."
Somewhat embarrassed he hesitantly reached is right hand towards the cans. Grabbing the cans, which she had strategically placed, caused his hand to caress a generous feel of her naked breast and he
was surprized she allowed his fingers to nudge against her nipple.
He savored the moment a few seconds. "Sorry , mom," he apologized as he retrieved the cans.
"Thanks, sweetheart," she said as the back of her hand rubbed her side trying to get the warmth back in. Setting the platter on the 
coffee table, right in front of Jeff, she let him see her right side,
her complete right side with no restirctions this time. She just smiled at him as she, knowing full well he could see all of her cuteness, heard the camcorder zoom in. As she stood back up she giggled, looking at Jeff, and said, as she opened her beer, "I didn"t mean to do that. I hope you realize that." 
"Yeah, I know, Mrs. Evans," he replied with a smile.
Standing directly in front of the couch she took a drink of her beer. Drinking it hiked up the front of towel letting Mark, and Jeff included, see a hint of her crotch.
"Mom," Mark scolded her, "we can see some of your pussy."
Looking right at her son she answered flatly, "Shit, Mark, I"ve been fucking with you guys for two hours."
"You mean it wasn"t accidental, mom?"
"Gosh sakes no." Taking another sip of beer, more modest this time, she added, "Though I still don"t think I should let you see under this towel. Completely I mean."
"You"re really cute, mom, for a girl, from what we could see, I
mean."
"Thanks. That was sweet." Deliberately looking at their genitals,
both dicks standing proudly with the balls suspended tightly below,
she said, "Kinda nice yourselves." Taking another sip from her beer she wondered, "Hey, Jeff, could you go to the cooler outside and get some more beer? This is the last one inside."
"Sure, Mrs. Evans," he replied as he stepped past her over the coffee table. He was a bit surprized when her hand just happened to
slip against his penis and glancingly fondle his balls. He blushed at her comment of "nice, really nice". Not thinking he didn"t bother
to get dressed and exited quickly.
"Mark," Natalie said as she stepped over the coffee table, "we got to talk." Sitting down on his bare knee, setting the beer on the table, she slid forward picking up the towel"s hem as she did so.
As her tummy touched his, his erect penis rubbing against her vaginal
triangle, she squirmed a bit trying to get comfortable on his skinny
thigh. As she did so his penis scrapped itself against her blond forest.
"Mom, I"m sorry about what I . . . well you know."
"Forget that, silly," she laughed allowing his dick to grind against her, "I didn"t mind that. It"s your homework, Mark." She reached down for the paper and, as she brought it upward, scratched
a tickle on her vagina, really a ploy as she glanced a hand against his balls sliding it upward on his dick, and bringing the paper to her eye level she pulled up the hem of the towel and slid it aside.
"What about it, mom?"
"Want to explain what this means." Turning the paper around she added, "Well, what do you mean by it?"
Reading what he had scribbled, which was kind of hard since his mother was moving it downward slowly drawing his eyes with it, he grabbed her hand. "Mom, I can"t read it with you moving it."
His eyes were looking at her vaginal mound, directly at the light blond pubic hair, staring right at her slit, and she knew it and didn"t mind. "Just take the fucking paper. It"s the fourth one I"m wondering about."
As his hand reached for the paper she deliberately moved it closer to herself allowing him a generous feel of her blond-haired pussy. He was surprized that his mother would allow him to do that, to actually touch it, to feel every little crevice. Taking a little liberty he let his fingers explore awhile before snatching the paper accidentally pulling her hair. "Let"s see, number four, you mean
play?"
As he snatched the paper she jumped, adding to the slight pain she felt as his fingers pulled her pubic hair. "Ow," she sighed,
adding, "Mark, be careful, that hurts." She looked him in the eye, "Yeah, play, what the hell does that mean?"
"It just means that we gotta film a girl playing with herself."
Natalie got up, sliding herself against his leg, allowing him to feel her sex against his leg, and, stepping over the coffee table, picked up her beer, simply saying, "Oh, wow, that"s just too kinky."
Mark watched as she spread her legs, putting her left leg a bit behind her, and took a big schlook of the beer. As she did so the towel hiked way up exposing her light blond-haired forest. Though pleased at being able to see his mother"s pussy he was surpirzed that she was so brazen and allowed him to see it, unrestricted, spread open slight, and uncovered.
Natalie stepped backward towards the recliner, took another schlook of her beer, and casually wondered, "How you like to see what I got under this thing?" She teasingly flipped the hem of the towel.
"Mom, you"re not serious," Mark blurted out in surprize. "You mean actually let me see you naked?"
"Sure, what the hell, why not," Natalie answered as she unpinned the towel. Clutching it with her left hand she beckoned, "You can get a better view from over here, silly." 
As Mark approached her she watched his genitals flopping and just smiled. Stopping him about two feet away with her right hand she let loose of the towel. As it fell to the floor she stood naked in front of him, completely unashamed, not the least bit embarrassed.
"Well, sweety, what do you think?"
Mark studied every inch of a voluptuously sexy body, from her
hard pointy nipples adorning his mother"s nicely rounded 34C breasts 
to the blond forest between her legs. She modeled herself for him, letting him see her small breasts bounce occassionally. With her light blond pubic hair, which was close in color to her almost white
blond hair, he could plainly see her all of her pussy now and saw its
lips quiver when she moved a certain way. "Wow mom, you"re really pretty," was all he could muster as he watched and looked.
"Want to touch?" She could see hestitation in his stare as his eyes drank in her body continuously. "Hey look, all that stuff before. What the hell was that? Touchy-feely, what the hell is that? Go ahead, really get a nice feel. Be nice, be gentle, and don"t grope me too much." She could see he was still hestitant so she grabbed his hands and planted them directly on her breasts. "See
how nice and soft they are. Oh and feel my nipples. Feel how hard they are."
Mark fondled her breasts for quite awhile and was surprized at how hard and how far her nipples actually stuck out. He figured at least a quarter inch and was amazed they could get that hard. Suddenly, to his shock, she pulled his head in toward her breasts
allowing his mouth to graze against her nipples. Brazenly she pressed them closer parting his lips allowing his tongue to slide on them.
"Be a dear, sweety," she remarked as his hands were fondling her breasts, "and scratch my vagina. It itches. Don"t be too rough."
Mark moved a hand downward, toward his mother"s crotch, and groped it into her blond forest. With one hand he fondled her breasts and the other hand groped generously about her pussy. "Gee,
mom, you"re really nice, really you are."
Suddenly, as his lower hand nudged a finger against her vaginal
lips slipping a bit inward, she pulled back. "No, honey, please don"t." She released his hands and put the towel back on.

Taking Julie pt. 1

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James was mad! Yet again he had found his daughter in bed with someone. He turned to look at his daughter, "Are you trying to look like a slut in front of the whole neighborhood?"
Julie rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, dad? We weren't having sex! It was just a little kiss!"
He sighed and shook his head. "Right, and that would lead to more. Do I have to punish you again?"
Another roll of the eyes and Julie sighed with exasperation. "Go ahead. Ground me again. Heck, you can cut my allowance for a whole month for all I care. It's just a kiss! We weren't even naked!"
He shook his head. "No not that punishment again. You know the one I'm taking about!:
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k his head again. "No not that either!" He then walked over to her and pushed her against the table and after pulling down her pants spanked her.
"Hey! OW!" Julie struggled but her father was too strong for her. Her legs flailed as he spanked her hard, causing tears to form in her eyes. "Ow! Ow! Stop it dad! Stop!"
He spanked her again, though this time he grabbed a peice of her ass and squeezed. "You need to learn a lesson."
Julie gave a short yelp when he squeezed her. "No, daddy, please! I'll do whatever you say, just don't hit me anymore!"
"All right then, I'm going to stick my cock inside your pussy and show you what sex is like." He said pulling down her panties and letting them hit the floor.
"H-Huh? Wait daddy, what do you-" Her words were cut short when she saw his pants drop and looked at James' large cock. Julie gasped. "B-But it's so big..."
She felt her cheeks turn warm and red as he yanked off her panties, exposing her tight and shaved little cunt.
"Shhh." he whispered as he started to tease her little cunt with the tip of his cock.
Julie moaned softly as she felt him. "Ooh...d-daddy..." Her back began to arch a little as he continued to tease her.
James continued to tease his daughter's cunt before plunging it all the way in in one stroke.
The sudden plunge made Julie scream in pain. She felt her hymen rip, felt her father's cock stretch and fill her. "AAAHH! Daddy no!"
Once again he shhed her again as he started to pump into her pussy. He started slow then picked up his pace.
Julie sobbed as her father fucked her once-virgin pussy. She moaned as well, her body rocking back and forth as he thrust into her.
James continued to fuck his daughter's pussy. Suddenly he pulled out and pulled her over to the couch, where he took off her shirt and bra and put her on her hands and knees where he went back to fucking her.
Julie couldn't do anything to break away from her father's grip. He was too strong for her and before she knew it she was naked on the couch. Her moans were loud and painful while her face was wet with streaks of tears. Still she remained silent, only moaning and sobbing as her father continued using her.
His hands went to her breasts, massaging the large mounds and her nipples. He wanted this to be good for her, her first time and he continued to run his cock in and out of her pussy with a steady pace.
Julie's back was arched nicely and her moans increased as he grabbed her breasts. Embarrased she slowly turned to her father. "D-Daddy? P-Please spank me again...?" she asked timidly.
He smiled and brought his hand down on her ass, not enough to hurt, but enough to bring pleasure to her. "More?" he asked then spanked her again, continuing to fuck her pussy
"Nnghh... L-Like you did just now..." She nodded and bit on her lower lip. She secretly had enjoyed the spankings she received, which was one of the reasons why Julie always seemed to be a bad kid
He grinned again, continuing to spake her ass and fucking her pussy. He pulled out of her pussy, "If you want me to keep spanking you, you have to clean off my cock."
She glanced at his slick cock and then looked to him with a faint smile. "Yes daddy...I am a slut after all, right?" She turned and crawled over to him, slowly bringing her head close and then giving his cock's head a test lick. Then she slowly swallowed it, but only managing to take in about a quarter of him.
He tipped his head back and let out a moan. "Oh yes, that my little girl. Suck daddy's cock!"
"Mmm..." Julie's head bobbed up and down his length as she sucked eagerly, enjoying the taste of her father. Her hand held on to his hips as she sucked him, eyes looking up to him for approval.
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Good girl." He muttered as he ran his hand though her hair. "You lik sucking daddy's cock, dont you?"
"Mmhmm..." She pulled out briefly to give him a long, hard lick, giggling as she did so. "I'm sorry for being a bad girl, daddy..."
"Yes but your making up for it nicely." he said as he looked down at her. "Want me to cum down your pretty little throat?"
"As long as it makes you happy daddy," Julie answered. She gave him another lick and then kissed his cock's head.
He smiled and when she kissed his cock he slid it back into her mouth as far as it would go. "Show daddy what you can do."
"Nnhhh..." With a light nod Julie closed her eyes and held his waist tightly. Then the young girl pulled herself closer to her father, gagging and coughing as she forced herself to swallow his entire cock. She stopped though with about three quarters of his length in her mouth, unable to swallow any more. Julie quickly pulled out and coughed before looking up to her father sadly. "I-I'm sorry daddy...I'll try again..."
He smiled as she tried to swollow his whole cock. "Its ok, just do what you can."
She gave a nod and tried again. Despite the gagging and the coughing she only got about three quarters of his cock in her mouth. She glanced up at her father apologetically as she continued trying to get more of him in her.
He smiled. "Its ok if you cant get my full leanght into your mouth, just suck what you can."
Julie nodded again and began bobbing her head. She forced herself to suck her father's large cock, clearly enjoying this even if she's almost choking herself with it. "Mmm..."
"Ohh, yeah. Thats my girl. Suck me off!" He said moaning as she continued to bob her head up and down on his cock
Her head bobs faster as Julie desperately wanted to make her father happy. She swallowed as much of him as she could, then pulled out to give him a few long licks before repeating again and again
He moaned again as he felt his cock bulge in her mouth and spill his hot cum into her mouth.
Julie's mouth was wide open as her father's warm cum filled sprayed into her mouth. She waited until her mouth was full before swallowing and letting some of his seed spill on her face. "Mmm...so warm..."
He sighed and smiled at her. He wiped her face and offered her a finger with cum on it for her to clean off.
Julie greedily suckled on his finger, licking it clean before looking up to him. "You're right daddy, I'm a little slut...your little slut," she said with a smile.
James grinned. "Now daddy is going to make you cum." He said grabbing her by the hips and putting her in his lap, sliding his cock back into her pussy.
Even if it still hurt her Julie enjoyed the feeling of his cock filling her. "Mmmhh...yes daddy, anything you want." She hugged him tight, face pressed against his chest as she slowly started to ride him. Then looking up to him she said, "Fuck me anyway you want daddy. I can take it."
Hands on her ass cheeks James grinned at her. "Well then..." He said as he turned her around, pressing her against the couch and started to fuck her.
Julie let out painful yet pleasured moans as he thrust into her repeatedly. Even though there were tears of pain as he threatened to rip her apart, she was smiling a little. "AAAH! Yes daddy! Fuck me, fuck me! OOhhhhh..."
James' hands were on her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples as he sucked and bit at her neck.
Her back arched nicely and her moans were loud. She was beginning to pant heavily and Julie glanced back to see her father slamming into her over and over. "Nnnh...d-daddy...oohhh daddy I love you so much..."
 He held her to him, thrusting deep into her pussy. "I'm going to love doing this to you again and again." He promised, breathing deep.
"AAAHH!!" She managed a light grin. "I'm a-all yours daddy...mmmhh...y-you're so big...oohhh..."
He smiled, "Now, come for your daddy." he said increasing his pace as he fucked her.
"AAahh! Y-Yes daddy...ooohh...fuck yes..." Julie was panting more than moaning now, biting hard on her lip as she felt her climax growing. Then with a cry and a violent shudder she let out her first orgasm. "AAAAAHHH!"
He moaned as she screamed out her orgasm. He felt his cock jerk and unload cum into her pussy.
"Nnnghh...mmm...ooohh...daddy..." She slumped down onto the couch, head turned to show her flushed face to her father. She smiled at him weakly. "I...always wanted that..."
He slowly with drew his cock from her pussy and sat down next to her. "Well I'll be doing this to you again."
She crawled around and sat next to him. "Anytime you want, daddy." She paused for a while and then gave a curious expression. "Can I sleep and bathe with you from now on? I promise I'll be your good little slut...honest!"
James chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “Of course you can baby. Anything for my baby girl.”

Maeghan Wrist: C09

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Maeghan Wrist

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“GET OFF ME!” I screamed at Ean.

I hated him. I couldn’t be fixed with just some stupid hugs. With rejecting him repetitively, as if a broken record getting louder and louder, he just kept returning and trying to hold me tighter and tighter.

I kicked him, scratched him, bit him, screamed at him; I did everything in my power to get him the fuck off me but he wouldn’t stop coming back. After two hours of constant fighting, he finally gave up and settled onto the floor next to my bed.

Although I seriously doubt it was his intention, all the fighting he put me through left me to fall asleep fairly quickly. And when I fell a
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sleep, I stayed asleep. I slept straight for fourteen hours before waking up feeling like I was dead.

I laid on my bed for two hours before a noise on the ground made me realize that Ean was asleep there. I didn’t even bother to confirm. I just looked up to my dresser and noticed a ham sandwich on a paper plate with an already opened juice box next to it. In rage, I swiped my arm across them both, knocking them to the floor.

With a short mumble and then silence, I was pretty sure both hit Ean. It only pissed me off more at how clever he and mom were in giving me the least destructive food and drink possible.

Hours and hours and hours passed as I laid half conscious on my bed. Ean must have been doing the same silently on the floor. I was so hungry and so thirsty. I had to use the bathroom.

A short while later, my mom silently walked in setting another ham sandwich and juice box down before leaving again. I stared only into my pillow as she did it. I waited maybe ten minutes before I heard the rattling of someone finishing off a juice box. Instantly I turned to my dresser but found my food still there.

That was when I realized that my mom must have brought Ean a meal too. It was also when it hit me that Ean was the father; it was his baby as well. His baby died inside of me. That just gave me another reason to hate every possible thing in my life. That food I so much wanted to eat just became out of the question. How could I eat after not only losing my own baby, but Ean’s too.

Weakly, I wiped the sandwich and juice box from the dresser. I found out that without the temptation, much of the pain from starvation went away. Sleep also came quicker and lasted longer.

I woke up so many hours later soo thirsty. It was dark outside and the light in my room was off. Plenty of illumination leaked in through my bedroom doorway though from the hall. Enough to see another ham sandwich and two juice boxes.

Quickly, I reached out for a box. I was shamefully amazed at how frail I felt. The box was so heavy for me. I dragged it back over my pillow and sucked the straw into my mouth.

It was the greatest tasting drink I had ever had in my life. Funneling it through a straw though had to be the worst thing ever. Almost two days without water and I had to fight so hard for such a tiny stream of heaven. Within thirty seconds, the box was empty. I threw it from the side of my bed and instantly reached for the second one.

Soooo gooood. I wanted to cry as I finished it. I laid there another half a minute afterwards just sucking air through the straw and making the box flatter and flatter.

And then another juice climbed over the edge of my mattress. Immediately, I dropped the one in my hand and snatched up the mysterious self moving box. It took another three more before I figured out that there was a hand pushing them up to me. At the next ascension of a box, I moved in and took a hold of the hand instead.

It took minutes of silent stillness before I gathered the courage to scoot to the edge of the bed and look over the mattress. On the floor, I found Ean and two cases of juice boxes, one of them nearly empty. As he looked up to me so seriously, I couldn’t hold back my tears.

“Y-you can hug me now if you still wa-want to,” I cried pathetically.

Without delay, Ean was climbing onto my bed with me. He rolled me over and pulled me incredibly tightly into his body. He didn’t hold me like he usually did though. It wasn’t like a brother hugging a sister and I didn’t feel like he was my lover. Ean squeezed me into him as if I was his wife. He held me just as exactly as I would’ve hugged him if my arms weren’t pressed between us. His grip was that of one with unbelievable pain. Like we, together, lost something so unbearably special. There was a little bit of his dominance in it though; but that just made me feel better.

“Ean,” I sniffed through my streams of eye drops.

“What?” he cooed back in the most gentle voice.

“I’m about to pee myself.”

Very slowly, he scooted us off my bed. The more my body moved, the less control I had. As much as I needed the slow comforting movements, Ean just didn’t understand what it was to not have used the bathroom in two days.

Quietly humming to myself to hold back just a bit longer, my body floated in Ean’s arms through the hallway and into the bathroom. I wanted to cry as he turned back around and took the time to close the door. Realigning his path to the toilet was when the tiniest of spurts finally gave way the damn.

With my bottom dangling down between his arms, the warmest, wettest, most relieving feeling poured out of my vagina and into my pants. I could hear the liquid dripping from my butt onto the tile floor. Looking down, I saw that entire area of my clothing darkened in my own urine. And I just kept going and going and going. Feeling the giant knot inside me diminish into nothing and seeing it all over myself and pouring onto the floor, all I could do was begin to cry.

Ean set me down and leaned over to turn the bath water on. After a minute of checking its temperature, he plugged up the drain and returned to me. I was hopeless. All I did was stand there perfectly still with my arms down and cry.

Pulling a towel from the cupboard and throwing it to the floor to soak my mess up, Ean moved to lift up my shirt. Like a sobbing five year old, I was a mannequin to his guidance. He lifted my arms up and they stayed up. He removed my shirt and bra and pulled them back down. I just quietly shed my tears as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped down my pants and underwear.

Lifting each leg individually, he removed them from me and finished off with my socks. Walking me into the filling bathtub, I dropped down into the warmest water. There I laid as the steaming soothing fluid moved up my body from all around. Reaching my neck, he shut the spout off and began bathing me.

He worked up from the bottom of my feet with a giant foamy sponge. He worked so slowly and delicately. Working on my knees, I noticed why and how he moved so slow without his usual short attention span breaking through. His head was bobbing up and down every now and again. His eyes flickered ever so often. He was struggling to stay awake as if I had just woken him after an hour of rest he so wanted from spending an entire waking day by my sleeping side.

Up he moved to and past my thighs. Over my stomach and onto my breasts he washed and massaged so painstakingly. I forced myself to watch his utter devotion to me. I felt so incredibly guilty but for some reason, I just couldn’t stop him. There was something in me that just wouldn’t let me tell him to stop touching me and just go to sleep. Even though it looked like he wanted it so bad, there was a motion in his movements that told me he was happier to be washing me, he was far more grateful that he was able to tend to me so without my willpower to push him away nor my cognitive ability to actually thank him and appreciate what he was really doing.

I spent nearly an hour inside that bath being caressed in every imaginable place by a giant silky bath sponge. Ean finally stood me up and began draining the water. Stepping me outside the tub, he so delicately dried every square inch of my body before he wrapped another large towel under my arms. He was so weak by then.

Attempting to pick me up proved to be pathetically fruitless. After he nearly collapsed, I wrapped his arms over my shoulders and led him into his room. Apparently believing he was still in control, he nudged me onto the bed and slithered in behind me. He took me back into his hold and was unconscious within seconds.

Laying on his bed naked, wrapped only in a towel, inside his arms somehow felt a lot more comforting than I would have ever imagined. I just laid there with him. I figured that it probably was my turn to be by his side as he slept so peacefully.

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