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Eventually, we wound up flipped around, so I was on my knees behind her as we both kneeled on the bed, me driving my cock into her. She had her hands gripping my scalp, as mine gripped her bulbous rack.
"Oh yeah, squeeze them! Squeeze them! Squeeze your cousin's tits, cause they're so big they make all your girls' tits look like mosquito bites!" Kendra said, smirking at the other women.
"Fuck you!" Dana said.
"Well, there is nothing a guy likes more than his mom's tits." Mom boasted, scrubbing her tits along my bare back.
"They'll be at your knees in a couple years, honey." Aunt Karen, Kendra's mother, warned.
"Ha, yeah, right down next to yours." Kendra replied. "You girls can get mad, but none of you can ever get a body like mine. Now fuck me, Jesse... FUCK ME!"
The rest of it was a blur. I remembered her mammoth, round jugs, and how good they felt in my hands. I remembered how awed I was by the sight of her amazing body in the buff. I remembered her bent over, my fingers toying with her ass as my balls exploded, emptying my balls in her clutching twat. I remembered thinking how right this felt, as if this was meant to be.
These were just flashes of a much longer encounter. I remembered other things too. Moments. Pulling my cock from my sister's ass before sliding it into my aunt's mouth. I remember fucking my cousin's huge tits, my cock lost in her mountains, as she smiled up at me, looking so insanely beautiful it made me forget that she was my cousin. I remember my mother looking up at me, mouth full of my cock, a sight I would never forget. I remembered Dana, bent over the bed as I squeezed her boobs, screaming and swearing as she took my fat cock. And I remembered Aunt Karen's smirk. I would never forget that smirk.
There was more. During the whole thing they fought for the advantage, fighting for my soul, essentially. They would happily push each other out of the way to get back on me, wanting to be the only one to give me any true pleasure. They would happily flaunt their curves at me, finding any weakness in the other women and highlighting their own perceived superiority. But the lust was so heavy and thick in the room, that none of them could escape playing with each other a little bit. And those occasions were burned in my memory.
Karen and Kendra kissing, my cum on their tongues, stretching between their lips as they Frenched.
Mom rimming Dana's asshole, preparing me for entrance in the tight hole.
Karen licking a thick band of cum off of one of her daughter's huge breasts.
Dana and Karen, kissing softly while whispering nasty insults to each other, the words 'bitch', 'whore', and 'cunt' passing through their lips, these insults only causing their kisses to get deeper.
I remembered Mom and Karen, fingering each other roughly.
I remembered Kendra licking some cum from her mother's landing strip.
I remembered Dana making Mom suck up some stray jizz coating her hard nipple.
I don't know how long this whole thing lasted. As it neared its end, the four women were bent over as I did my best to pleasure them all, spanking, fucking, fingering. And as Grandma's voice rang out from downstairs, letting us know the guys were driving up, having finally made it back, our encounter reached its end naturally, just in time, as if by design. I pulled my cock from Kendra's ass as all four women got on their knees. And as I heard the sounds of car doors slamming outside, my moans filled the bedroom as I sprayed cum all over four sets of huge tits. And as I finally felt tapped out and fell drained to the bed, the four women slipped out of the room to clean up, just as I heard some voices enter the house loudly.
Late-night conversation reverberated through my exhausted mind as I started to pass out. And as sleep finally overtook me, the last thing I remember was Grandma slipping into the bed, pressing herself against me so my cock slid between the cheeks of her ass. I felt her pull my hand over her, filling it with one of her huge boobs, making sure that my dreams were only of her.
My hand embraced the softness as my mind embraced exhaustion, passing out for the night, completely and utterly drained.
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TheTalkMan's Note: Young Jesse's done the deed...he's entered the illicit world of incest. Will he be able to walk away, or will he come to find out that incest's not the type of thing you can just walk away from?
- COMMENTS
MattMcG10 days agoThis whole storyline is uber ridiculous! His family is nothing but RAPIST WHORES! Any kind or type of an actual man, not sissies, subs, or cowards, a man that will spill blood and take lives to defend his life and anyone he allows beneath his umbrella of protection. A man with principles, a spine, good intelligence and a mental requirement to be who and what he is by his own damned merit, actions, and an outright refusal to submit to any but himself! That is a man that will punch a Ka-Bar into his enemies’ throats! Be they asleep or wide awake, whichever is the fastest and most effective route to end the threats they pose to his free will, physical existence, and for the version of his future self!! I hate rapists. They are the lowest form of monsters on earth. At 8 years old I had make the decision to either allow the christian pedophile rapist my mother tan off with and dragged along her 3 kids. Both were super religious, god this jesus that, and BOTH WERE MARRIED. Anyways let my baby sis get molested and raped, and she would live with those horrible memories for the rest of her life. He could have hurt her so bad she wouldn’t be able to have any children. Or I could put a .357 hollow point right into the upper bridge of his nose. Then I would have to live with what i did, the first human I chose to end his life. I was too young to understand the consequences of that choice. But I knew exactly what consequences would be suffered by someone I loved and as the older brother I was responsible for her protection. I squeezed that trigger, looking him dead in the eyes just out of his arms length. He pissed his pants! Yet he was lucky sumbich. I didn’t bother to check its cylinder for rounds. It had noticed but spent brass. I gotta a helluva scar on my forehead and hairline where he pistol whipped me after I failed to end the threat he was to is youngsters. 3 weeks later we were back with our Dad and our Grandparents. Several years later I discovered he had raped all three of his daughters and never went to jail or prison for that heinous abuse!!!
I was present when some Iraqi orphan children were being sold into sex slavery and used by the worst of the insurgents, da-esh (isis trash) in a compound close to the Iranian border.
Even fiction in a book or story, fully knowing the story is not real, it still opens the fire and hate and anger I felt seeing those defenseless kids and victims isis left in their wake! That is why this story really gets to me and opens up emotions that I every one of the Marines there alongside me has spent 18 years trying to be rid of.
Giratina143xabout 1 month agoMan, I wish there was a story of domination loss. How cool would it be if the women thought they had the upper hand, but it turns out, the man was just a dormant sex machine and they bit off more than they can chew.
Stories are either femdom or the very few alpha male characters from the get go.
Growth. I want growth. Not growth into being a living dildo. Growth into being an alpha male, breaking the girls completely.
Anonymousabout 2 months agoWhen every single female character in your erotic story, gives any readers not into femdom feelings of frustration and disgust instead of arousal, it's a good indication it belongs in D/s or non-consent category. LW would be a good choice too, since it has a sizeable audience for pathetic male protags, but he isn't married....
midatlstoryman3 months agoHe is a spineless nobody. This had potential, but the execution failed miserably. From a potential coming out from society's norms, it became simply the females dominating a weak male (not a man). None of them gave him a 2nd glance until he filled out. Couch it anyway you want, their just a bunch of sluts who can't hold onto a man. He is just a weak submissive. Like I said, it had potential. But failed miserably. As soon as grandma mentioned how he hated his sister, but would be her willing slave (Essentially) you lost me. Won't waste my time any further.
Anonymous5 months agoGrandma shouldn't have been the first. The boy should have shown at least a bit more resistance for a day before breaking in.
