Daughter's Incestuous Therapy Ch. 03

"Of course I do!" I moaned, my bowels clenching around his dick.

That wonderful pressure increased. My tongue fluttered up and down my mother-in-law's cunt. I savored the passion. Her spicy juices soaked my lips and chin. I couldn't find any more cum, but I still feasted as my orgasm built.

The slap of balls on my taint and pussy lips echoed through the kitchen. I whimpered, the pleasure building faster and faster. I came closer and closer to that amazing orgasm. I would explode. My asshole would spasm around my brother's cock.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my brother around inside of my bowels. He stimulated me. He teased me. The heat burned through my body. My juices leaked down my thighs. My cunt grew hotter and hotter.

"Shit!" I moaned. "Clint, Clint!"

"I want to feel that asshole cumming on my dick," he growled. "I want my queen milking me. Show me your passion, Pam!"

His hands slid up my stomach and found my tits. He massaged them. My bowels clamped down on his cock. This pleasure surged through me. I gasped into his mother's twat. I squeezed my hand around her boobs as he played with my breasts.

It added that last bit of spice to my pleasure.

I came on my brother's cock. My body trembled. My asshole clenched and relaxed. This heat surged through me. It was this amazing treat. This wonderful passion. I groaned as he reamed me hard and fast. He buried to the hilt in me. As my flesh convulsed around him.

My cunt convulsed. Juices gushed out as the pleasure bathed my mind. I moaned into my mother-in-law's cunt. I latched my lips onto Cheryl's bud. I sucked on her clit. She bucked on the counter, her breasts heaving over my head.

"Master!" she groaned, her voice quivering. "May I cum on your wife's face?"

"No!" he growled. He slammed hard into my asshole. "Not yet."

"Yes, Master!" gasped Cheryl.

I sucked on her clit, making her moan and gasp. Her head tossed back and forth while the pleasure raced through me. Juices flowed down my thighs. My mind boiled as Clint hammered my bowels, plunging into my velvety anal sheath.

"Shit, yes!" I gasped. "Oh, Clint, cum in me! Give me that jizz!"

"My queen," he growled, squeezing my tits. "Love you."

He buried to the hilt in my bowels. His cum erupted. Hot spunk fired into my asshole. I moaned around Cheryl's clit. I sucked as I trembled. Pleasure rippled through me. Stars burst to life before my eyes as my asshole milked my brother's cock.

"My feisty, delicious, naughty queen," growled Clint. He squeezed my breasts as my asshole drained his balls.

I panted and stared up at my mother-in-law. Her face twisted in rapture. She looked in the need of cumming. I sucked hard on her clit as my pleasure peaked in me. Clint fired that last blast of cum into my bowels.

"Now you can cum, Mommy-slut," he growled.

"Thank you, Master!"

Cheryl came at her son's command.

Her pussy juices gushed over my face. I reveled in her spicy flood. Her mature cream bathed my mouth and cheeks. I licked up and down her folds. I savored her passion. I reveled in it as I came down from my orgasmic high.

This was the best idea I'd had in a while. I couldn't wait to hear one of my patient's reaction to the video I'd made.

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Session 5 with Jill Daniels

"You want your son?" I asked Jill Daniels. Her curly, brown hair spilled over her brown hair. I slid against her body. We both wore bra and panties. I savored the contact of our skin. "You want to make love to him."

She nodded, her brown eyes glossy. "He's been paying attention to me."

"Perfect, here's what you do this weekend," I purred.

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Session 21 with Mercedes Daniels

Friday was here, and I was excited as I slipped naked into the bed with Mercedes Daniels. The eighteen-year-old girl had this bright look in her brown eyes. Her nose ring glinted. Her round breasts pressed into my side. Her leg rubbed against mine, slipping over it, almost hugging my thigh.

"You ready for this weekend?" I asked her, my heart pounding in my chest.

"This is so exciting," the girl groaned. Her nipples poked at me. "I can't believe it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to seduce my daddy into going all the way. He's not going fishing. He's going to be home. I just hope Mom won't be in our hair."

I smiled in delight. "When I see her in an hour, I'll make sure she's out of the house. Give you plenty of time to make love to your father."

"Thank you," the naughty girl moaned. "How are you going to do it."

"Why"--I gave her a naughty grin--"I'm going to tell her that it's important to your therapy that you spend time alone with your father this weekend." I nuzzled my nose against her. "Just like I told her not to be bothered if she found you flirting with your father."

"You are the best therapist in the world," she moaned, her hand slipping up to cup my tit. "Mmm, my dad is paying you to teach me to seduce him."

"And other things," I said as she leaned down and engulfed my nipple.

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Session 7 with Jill Daniels

"I'm so glad you could come in on Monday," I said as I slipped into the bed with her. She cuddled right up to me, her large breast constrained in a cream-color bra. "How did the weekend go?"

"I did just what you suggested," she purred. "I told my husband that he needed to spend time with our daughter for her therapy so I was taking our son out to pick blackberry's for the day."

I smiled. I couldn't wait to meet with Mercedes in an hour to find out what happened on her end. My pussy was soaking wet. "How did Doug take it?"

"My son was eager for it." Jill shuddered. "You know we'd been flirting all week. I'd been dressing sexy for him. I know I shouldn't. I know it's wrong--I mean, I love my husband--but Doug... He's like Martin when he was younger. When we fell in love and... and..."

"It's even hotter that he's your son," I said, my hand stroking her hip. I rolled onto my side, my bra-clad breasts pressing into hers. I stared into her eyes. "What happened while you were out picking blackberries?"

"Well..."

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Jill Daniels tale...

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" I asked my son as we arrived at the blackberry bushes. It was this secluded spot. You could hear the freeway, but you couldn't see anything in this little dell. We had privacy. The blackberry bushes climbed the hill, all heavy with their berries. I held my pail in hand as I grinned at my son.

He glanced at me in the short tennis skirt I was wearing and the tight tank top. It modeled to my tits. They swung heavy without a bra, my nipples poking at the fabric. His eyes flicked up and down. "I think you're gorgeous, Mom."

I smiled. I could see the interest in his eyes. Dr. Elliston was right. My son had it bad for me. All week, I could feel the sexual tension building and building. I loved Martin, I did, but our son was just so handsome. Doug stood tall, nineteen and filling out into a man. He had his father's smile, rugged and hungry. He had the sides of his head shaved and his hair buzzed into a flat top.

I couldn't fight this incestuous desire for my son. I watched that video Dr. Elliston gave me over and over last weekend, and more than a few times this week when I was alone in the house. I had worn out my dildo.

I needed the real thing.

"You're not just saying that, right?" I asked, grabbing the hem of my skirt.

"Of course not," he said, giving me a hungry grin. "You're beautiful, mom. You are still rocking it."

I bit my lip. "You're turning into a handsome, young man." My fingers drew up my skirt slowly. "And, it occurred to me that you must have all the girls after you."

His cheeks went a little red. He was still a boy. "Mom... I guess I do all right."

"You can do better than all right if I teach you..." I took a deep breath, drawing my skirt up enough to flash my panties. This was it. The plunge. "If I teach you to please a girl. If you... if you know how to eat pussy, then you'll make her happy."

His jaw dropped. I stood there frozen, thinking this was a mistake. That I had misunderstood his looks. The naked desire I thought I witnessed in his eyes. I was embarrassing myself. Dr. Elliston was wrong and--

"Mom," he growled and then he was before me. So strong and tall. His chest rose and fell, the tight fabric of his t-shirt stretched across his youthful body. I gasped as he fell to his knees right before me. He shoved his hands up and hooked my panties and yanked them down in a single pull.

I was utterly exposed.

I gasped as he buried his face into my twat. My dark-brown pubic hairs spread across his face as he licked at the hole that had birthed him. My back arched as his tongue darted through my petals. He tongued me. He plunged it deep into me and swirled it around. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth. This wicked pleasure surged out of me.

"Oh, my fucking god," I gasped, forgetting everything I'd planned on saying. How I was going to guide him. Tell him where to lick.

I just grabbed the sides of his head, holding on for dear life as his tongue fluttered through my folds. He feasted on me with aggression. With pure hunger. My son devoured my cunt and sent pleasure through me.

My body bucked and heaved. I shuddered and ground my pussy on his mouth. My hot cuntlips slid across his whiskered lips. His powerful tongue dove through my folds. Wild licks. He lacked skill, the finesse his father had gained over the years, but his youthful enthusiasm made up for it.

He grabbed my rump. He squeezed me hard. He pulled me tight to his hungry mouth. My tits heaved in my tank top. A breeze rustled the blackberry's as my son devoured my cunt. He thrust his tongue deep into me.

"Oh, my god, yes, yes!" I gasped, my hair tossing back and forth. "Doug! Oh, you're making Mommy so happy!"

The feel of his tongue darting through my folds felt incredible. This amazing bliss that shot through me. It was a delight. A pure bliss for me to enjoy. I groaned as his tongue lapped at my cuntlips. I gasped and moaned, my head tossing back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped. "Oh, that's incredible. That's what I need. You're amazing, Doug! Oh, you're making Mommy so happy!"

His strong fingers dug into my rump. He growled his excitement into my pussy. I shuddered on him, grinding my pussy lips on his mouth. My head tossed from side to side. The delight surged through me. My body bucked on him.

My moans burst from my lips as his tongue found my clit. He darted around my bud. His fingers tightened on my rump, kneading me as he nibbled on my clit. My cunt clenched, aching to be filled by him.

"Fingers!" I gasped, finally remembering to teach him. "Mommy needs some fingers in her pussy! Please, please!"

"God, yes!" he growled. He slid his right hand down my rump. He reached across my taint and found my pussy lips.

I groaned as he pressed two fingers into my pussy. They wiggled inside of me as his tongue darted around my clit. I groaned at the stirring sensation. Martin never wiggled his fingers while in me. It was nice. Naughty.

My son was such a stud. My fingers clutched to the side of his head as the incestuous bliss built and built in me. My curly, brown hair swept over my mostly bare shoulders. My breasts heaved in my striped tank top. My nipples ached as my hunky son brought me closer and closer to that amazing orgasm.

My first taste of forbidden bliss.

He pressed his fingers deeper into me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing around him. This was so wild. So naughty. I was a wicked wife and mother. I loved it. The pleasure rippled through my body. I hurtled towards my orgasm.

"You're going to make Mommy cum!" I moaned. "Please, please! You're such a strong son. Love Mommy's clit! Fuck her pussy with your fingers!"

"God, yes!" he groaned. "I've thought about this so long. You're so hot, Mom. Let me see those tits!"

I released his head and grasped the hem of my tank top. I ripped the cloth up, my heavy tits spilling out. They swayed. They weren't as perky as they were when I was Mercedes's age, but they were still lovely.

He stared up at them and groaned around my clit. He sucked so hard. His fingers jammed deep into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groped my tits. I massaged them. Squeezed them. The pleasure surged towards my explosive release.

My hair danced around my shoulders. I couldn't take much more. My cunt clenched down tight around his digits. I drank in the incestuous friction. It was the best thing in the world. I loved my son feasting on my cunt.

"Yes, yes, Doug!" I moaned. "That's it! Yes!"

This amazing rapture shot through me. It was this incredible bliss. I came. Incestuous rapture shot through my body. Every nerve ending I possessed blazed with ecstasy. I threw back my head and howled out my pleasure to the blue sky.

"Doug! Mommy loves you!"

My twat convulsed around his fingers. My juices gushed out. He licked at my quivering flesh. He gathered up my pussy juices. My body swayed. My ass clenched beneath his left hand's squeezing grip. I swayed, growing dizzy.

My fingers dug into my tits.

"Mom," he growled, pulling his mouth from me. "I... I..."

"Yes!" I howled, the world spinning around me. "I want you! Mommy wants you to make love to her!"

It was so hot calling myself mommy. I didn't know why, but it made my pussy melt even more. He ripped his fingers out and rose. I shuddered and slipped down to my knees and then onto my back. I wiggled out of my skirt bunched around my waist and trembled there naked.

He peeled off his shirt.

I groaned at the strength of his body. He was filling out. I shuddered at the sight of his chest hair. His cock tented his shorts. He shoved those down along with his boxers. I groaned as his cock popped out, thick and hard.

"Mommy made that cock in her womb," I moaned, my hands caressing my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider. I slid my fingers down to my pussy lips. I parted them, pleasure tingling through me. "Right in here. I want you back in me."

"I want that, too, Mom!" he groaned and fell on me.

He kissed me as I felt his strength on me. I tasted my tart pussy juices on his face. I shuddered beneath him, my tits rubbing into his chest. My nipples throbbed against his strength. The shadow of his whiskers felt so rough and manly.

I trembled as his hand reached between us. His cock nudged against my pussy lips. This was it. I was going to do something incestuous with my son and cheat on my husband. I shuddered, savoring this moment.

Doug was a part of Martin. He was a mix of my husband and me, of our love. And now that love was expanding. It was encompassing my sexy son. I kissed him with hunger and then groaned as his cock speared into my depths.

My pussy welcomed my son back home.

I clutched my thighs about him, trembling beneath him. My nipples throbbed into his chest. I squirmed, the grass caressing my back and rump. Tickling me. I whimpered into the kiss, my tongue dueling with my son's.

His cock drew back.

My pussy clung to him. Sensitive from my orgasm, my flesh quivered around his dick. I moaned when he thrust back into me. He filled me over and over. I clutched to him, so glad I had him. I wanted to love him forever. I always wanted to feel him in me.

I never wanted to stop making love to my son.

He broke the kiss and groaned, "Mom! Goddamn, this is incredible."

"Yes, yes," I moaned. "Mommy loves it." I stroked his back as his cock plunged into me. His heavy balls smacked into my taint. "Mmm, love Mommy. Fill her with that cock. With your cum."

"Shit!" he groaned and thrust harder.

My pussy clenched around him. I shuddered beneath him. My breasts rubbed into his chest as he plunged into me over and over. His cock buried to the hilt in me. It was an incredible delight. An amazing passion to enjoy.

I felt drunk on this moment. Dizzy with the delight of his cock thrusting to the hilt in me. I shuddered, humping against him. His dick filled me over and over. It was incredible. My pussy gripped him hard.

Our tongues dueled. It was a treat. A wonderful passion to enjoy. His tongue caressed mine. Our lips worked together. I clenched about him as he drove his dick into me. He filled me again and again. My nipples throbbed against his chest.

I reveled in the incestuous delight of him.

He grew in me.

Now he was in me. Pleasing me.

His cock pumped in and out of my pussy. He thrust over and over. My nipples throbbed as my orgasm built so fast. Sensitive from my first one, my second orgasm arrived swiftly. His dick massaged my cunt. My silky flesh drank in the friction.

I broke the kiss and whimpered, "Doug! Oh, Doug, you're such a strong son. You're making Mommy feel amazing."

"Shit, you're making me feel amazing, Mom!" he panted. His dick plowed into me. His balls smacked into my flesh. I writhed beneath him, matching his strokes. "You're incredible."

"Better than those girls you date?"

"So much better," he groaned. "You're my mother."

I beamed in delight and kissed him. My tongue darted around inside of his mouth. He rammed to the hilt in me. He filled me over and over. It was such a treat. A hot passion. It surged through me. I shuddered beneath him.

His crotch smacked my clit over and over. Sparks flared. I whimpered into the kiss, crushed beneath his strength. I felt so womanly in my son's arms. So desired. He thrust hard and fast into my juicy pussy.

The stimulation rippled through me. I quivered. Came.

My pussy convulsed around his cock. He thrust faster into me as the pleasure rippled through me. I shuddered beneath him. I moaned and bucked, the rapture spilling through my veins. They blazed through me, igniting me.

The pleasure was delightful. I moaned, my tongue dueling with his. I caressed him as he plundered me hard and fast. My orgasms spilled from one to the other. I bucked beneath him, writhing in passion as he grunted.

He broke the kiss, stars dancing about his handsome, young face. "Damn, Mom. You're..."

"Cumming?" I asked. "Mmm, Mommy's love cumming on their strong son's cocks. Yes, yes, keep fucking me."

"I'm going to cum in you," he grunted, thrusting harder into me, driving into my writhing flesh.

My thighs tightened about his waist. "Good! Spill your seed into Mommy's depths. Do it!"

"Yes!" he snarled, pumping hard. Fast. "Shit!"

I gasped as hot cum spurted into me. My son's incestuous seed flooded my spasming pussy. My orgasm intensified. The rapture swept through my body. I bucked beneath my son, rubbing my tits into his chest as the pleasure devoured me.

"Mom!" he moaned.

"Yes, yes, Mommy loves you!" I gasped.

It was amazing. Wonderful. It was the best thing in the world. I howled out in delight as my son spilled all of his seed in me. That hot cum spurted over and over. I held him tight, my nipples throbbing in his chest.

He grunted, face twisting in pleasure. Then he gasped as he spilled the last drops of cum in me. My pussy convulsed around him, milking him as the waves of pleasure carried me to the heights of my ecstasy. I floated there as Doug kissed me.

He felt so wonderful atop me. I gripped his ass, squirming beneath him. As my orgasm died, I wondered how soon he could get hard again. I needed him fucking me over and over. I needed to make love to my son again and again.

I was such a wicked wife and mother. Dr. Elliston had corrupted me.

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Session 7 with Jill Daniels

"He fucked me two more times," Jill panted, her breasts pressing into mine as she stared into my eyes, her face flushed.

"Perfect," I said, my hand sliding down her stomach to her panties. Her eyes widened as my fingers dipped inside her waistband.

"Dr. Elliston?" she gasped as I shoved into her panties. My finger slid through her bush and found her soaked pussy.