Doctor's Incestuous Family Ch. 04

I reached his bed, staring down at his sleeping face. This was the son I carried in my womb for nine months. I brought him into the world. I held him, nursed him, raised him. And he had grown up into such a handsome man. A stud. Just what an older, horny woman needed in her life.

"I'm so going to jail and hell," I muttered as I grabbed the blanket.

My entire body trembled, my stomach twisting, my pussy dripping, as I pulled back the blankets. Slowly, I revealed more and more of his body. His rippling abs with a line of hair running down them. A soft down that grew thicker at the waistband of his boxers. His denser patch of darker pubic hair just peeking out. His cock tented his boxers, half-hard. Then I stared at his thick, strong thighs.

My pussy clenched in desire. I rubbed my thighs together, pressing on my aching clit. I was such a bad mother. I mounted his bed, moving so slowly, studying him. He kept sleeping. He could sleep through anything.

Even a blowjob?

I licked my lips, my breasts dangling before me as I straddled his legs. My wet pussy rubbed on his knee as my fingers stroked his dark-blue boxers. I knew all of his underwear. I had been washing them all his life. And this pair had a flap in the front. I reached into it, trembling. This was it. After this, I would have molested my nineteen-year-old son,solutely I would have committed incest.

I could stop this.

No, I couldn't. I was lying to myself. I could never stop this. I needed this. No matter how wrong it was, how much it might damage my son, I had to satiate my desires. I was such a bad mother.

His cock was warm in my hands. That soft yet firm feel. I pulled him out. He was sticky, a spicy musk filling my nose along with his salty skin. The scent was familiar. My eyebrows furrowed. It reminded me of Jenny.

The idea of James fucking his sister was laughable. He barely tolerated his sister. He hated how she was always tattling on him and following him around. He called her a brat. Whomever had knocked up Jenny, it wasn't my son.

I was the only deviant pervert in the family.

I trembled, holding his cock as I leaned over. My breasts pressed into his thighs right below his boxers. My nipples throbbed as my tongue licked up his shaft. Maybe the flavor was from the lotion he was using to jack-off. I had found a lotion bottle in his room before, hidden under the bed, along with a box of Kleenexes.

I had just ignored them. He was a young man.

My tongue climbed higher and higher, reaching the spongy tip of his cock. I swirled it, feeling it harden beneath my stimulation. I loved the way he throbbed, the blood flowing into his cock, getting him nice and hard for my pussy.

I shuddered as I sucked my son's cock. I made this dick in me. I raised it. And now I would enjoy all the fruits of my labor.

My tongue swirled around his dick. I hadn't given a blowjob in so long, but I remembered how to please a man. I sucked so hard, my cheeks hollowing as his dick grew harder and longer. He swelled in my stroking hand as I pleased him.

He groaned in his sleep. My heart raced so badly. Part of me wanted to dart away before he woke up.

But my pussy wouldn't let me.

I stared up at him, watching him as he groaned. His dreams must be so wild right now as I sucked harder. His cock was hard and turgid, at its full erection now. I bobbed on him, liking the spicy flavor of his lotion and the salt of his precum. I wiggled my hips, rubbing my naked breasts on his thighs. Juices trickled out of me.

I was so eager to fuck my son.

He groaned, eyes fluttering. "Jenny," he muttered as he came awake. "Oh, that's nice."

My heart raced faster and faster. Why did he say his sister--

"Mom!" he gasped.

My lusts and fear both surged at his outburst, my stomach clenched as my pussy burned. My son stared at me, banishing any concern from my thoughts save what I had to do. I had to calm him. I had to seduce him. I had to let him know that his mommy loved him so very much.

* * *

James Wilson

My heart raced as my mom--my fucking mother--popped her lips off my cock. I was so confused, shaking off sleep. Was I still dreaming? I had to be dreaming. My mom was sucking my cock. It had to be a dream. What if it was just Jenny actually doing it, and I was still too groggy to think clearly? But, no, that was Mom's face staring at me, framed by her bleached-blonde hair. Her naked, heavy tits swayed beneath her as she rose, her hand stroking my dick, thumb caressing the tip.

And this felt far too real.

"It's okay," she said. "Don't be afraid. Mommy just needs you so badly, honey."

"You need me?" My voice was so dry.

She moved up my body. I felt her hot pussy and silky pubic hair sliding on my right leg as she moved up. And those huge, lush tits bounced and jiggled before her. She kept stroking my dick, cooing as she straddled me.

"Mommy needs to show her big, strong son what sex is like," she moaned. "I have to teach you."

"Jesus, Mom," I groaned, my eyes so wide as her pussy lips brushed the tip of my cock.

My mom's pussy. The cunt that birthed me. And it was touching my cock. It was so hot and wet and juicy. This had to be a dream. But it felt so real. I groaned as she rubbed herself against me, her big tits bouncing.

"So just relax and let Mommy teach you," she purred. "She'll teach you everything you need to know about sex."

"Holy shit," I groaned. This couldn't be happening. My mom's pussy was rubbing on my dick and now... "Holy shit!"

Her pussy slid down my cock. It was achingly wonderful. The pussy that birthed me slowly, inch-by-inch, swallowed my cock. I groaned, my balls throbbing with a load of cum. This was so hot. This was so wrong. Even more wrong than fucking my sister.

Why was this happening? It was hot enough having my little sister to fuck. But now my mom? Jesus, I was turning into Clint.

A huge grin spread on my face. I was turning into Clint.

"Damn, Mom," I groaned as her incestuous cunt engulfed every inch of my dick. "Oh, damn, your pussy is so hot and juicy."

"And your cock is sooooo big and hard," groaned Mom. "Oh, Mommy needed to teach you this so badly."

Hearing her call herself Mommy made my dick throb. I loved it. My hands shot up and seized her breasts. I squeezed those big, pillowy mounds. They were so much heavier and softer than Jenny's. My fingers sank into them while my thumbs brushed her fat nipples, twice as big as my little sister's. Mom groaned, her pussy clenching so hard on me.

And she was so tight. Not Jenny tight, but still amazing. And she really knew how to squeeze her pussy. This was a mature cunt, one that knew how to fuck. I groaned as she slid up my shaft, her back arching, moaning so wantonly.

"Mommy needs to teach you everything," she panted, her hips wiggling, swirling like Jenny's did.

And then she slammed down me.

"Yes!" I groaned. "Teach me, Mommy." God, that was so hot to say. "Teach me everything."

"Mommy will." Her fingernails scratched at my chest. Her hair swayed about her face. Such passion burned in her face. "Mommy will teach you everything."

I groaned as she rode me, my bedsprings creaking. I was almost the luckiest guy in the world. If I had more sisters, more cousins, and a hot aunt, I would be the luckiest guy in the world. But that had to be Clint. So I was number two. I had a hot mom and a hot little sister all horny for my cock.

I kneaded my mother's pillowy breasts as my cock ached and throbbed in her pussy. She slid up and down my dick, twirling her hips, stirring up my cock. I groaned, shuddering beneath her, loving it. She was so hot and sexy. Her pussy clenched on my dick, making me ache and throb. My back arched as my balls churned.

The friction was incredible. It was such a hot thrill to be in her pussy. My mother's pussy. I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs. But Jenny was sleeping in the next room. How would she react to learning I was fucking another girl?

Would she be mad? Jealous? We were lovers. Was I cheating on my sister with our mother?

"Oh, yes, Mommy loves her big, strong son's huge cock," Mom moaned, riding me so hard, bouncing up and down my dick. "It's such a big dick. Oh, yes. Mmm, Mommy raised such a strong son."

"You did, Mom," I groaned, twisting her nipples.

She gasped. "Oh, such a bad boy for playing with Mommy's nipples. Oh, yes. That's so nice. Keep doing that. Mommy will cum so hard on your dick."

"What a bad mother," I groaned, "wanting to cum on her son's big cock."

"Such a bad Mommy," she moaned, her pussy growing hotter. She rode me harder and faster, her fingernails scratching hard at my chest.

The flare of pain only added to the excitement as she painted burning lines down my chest. I groaned, my hips bucking upward, thrusting my cock into her depths as she slammed down me. I squeezed her nipples, loving her atop me.

But I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to ram my cock so hard into my mother's depths. So I grabbed her hips in my hands and rolled her over. She gasped as I mounted her, her big breasts pillowing against her. I stared down into my mother's dark eyes, drawing back my cock and thrusting in hard.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Fuck Mommy's naughty cunt with that big cock. She's such a bad Mommy. She needs it."

"Such a bad mommy," I groaned, staring down at her.

And then I kissed her. Her arms and thighs wrapped tight about my body as our lips met in a hot, incestuous kiss. My mother's tits rubbed on my chest, so soft and yet her nipples so hard. My bed creaked louder as I fucked her. My heavy balls slapped into her taint.

They were so full of my cum.

Mom moaned into the kiss, clutching me with such a desperate passion. Her pussy was so hot about my cock. It practically boiled. She humped against me, using her thighs as leverage. I shuddered every time I buried into her hot flesh, enjoying the friction.

It was incredible.

My mother knew how to fuck. She moaned and writhed, fingernails scratching at my back. Her thighs clenched hard about my hips as she kissed me harder, our tongues dueling. She tasted so wonderful. She felt so wonderful.

"Yes," she moaned, breaking the kiss as her body heaved beneath me. "Yes, yes, yes! Such an amazing son!"

And then she came.

I drove my cock in and out of her spasming depths. My mother's cunt writhed about my dick, hungry for my cum. Maybe I could breed her, too. I could flood her depths, fill her to the brim with my incestuous seed, and have another woman in my life pregnant with my child.

"Yes," I groaned. "You want my cum!"

"Mommy does," she moaned.

"You want to be bred by me. You want your own son to knock you up!"

"Yes!" she hissed, her pussy spasming even harder about my dick, milking me, driving me wild. I groaned, plunging over and over into her depths. Her body heaved beneath me. "Breed your bad, wicked Mommy! Pump me full of all your cum!"

That was all it took. Hearing those words sent a shudder through me. I slammed hard into my mom's depths. My cock buried to the hilt in her hot flesh. She spasmed about me, milking my dick, eager for the cum spurting into her depths.

Rapture shot through me with every blast. It slammed into my mind. Ecstasy consumed me as I flooded my mother's cunt. It was so hot. So wrong. So taboo. I hoped I bred her. I hoped I knocked her up. I wanted to see her and Jenny with their bellies round. Mother and daughter looking so sexy.

"Oh, yes, James," she moaned, bucking beneath me. "Flood Mommy's cunt. Such a stud! Mommy raised such a stud."

"Yes," I groaned and then collapsed on her, breathing heavily, her breasts so soft beneath me. "Damn, Mom."

"Uh-huh," she groaned and then shuddered. "And don't worry about actually breeding me. I use the implant."

"Implant?"

"Nexplanon," she said. "It's great. Last for three years." She touched her arm. "I have a little rod in there."

"Oh," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"What type of porn are you watching?" she asked as I rolled off of her. "I know boys your age...do that. But it was exciting, the breeding talk. But we can't have children."

"Right."

"And you're too young to be a father." She gave me a critical look. "If you are having sex, I hope you're using a condom. It's okay going without one with me, but with girls your age..."

"Geez, Mom," I groaned, suddenly so embarrassed.

"And you're sister can't find out about...this," Mom continued. She shivered. "I don't want to stop, but we have to keep it a secret."

"Yeah," I groaned. How would mom react if she learned I had knocked up Jenny? "A secret."

"Good." She gave me a hot kiss. "Mmm, you are a stud. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep tight."

"Yeah, Mom."

I shook my head as she rose. She switched from "Bad Mommy" to mother so fast. It was weird. And hot. God, she was hot. My head fell back on my pillow. Both the women in my life. This was crazy.

* * *

Jenny Wilson

I woke up with the urge for cum. Maybe my pregnancy cravings were already kicking in.

Or I was just a horny little sister that loved sucking her big brother's cock.

I giggled at that thought as I opened my bedroom door. It was after seven, the entire family sleeping in on Saturday. I had to hurry. Mom wasn't the type of person to sleep in early even on the weekend. And James's bedroom was adjacent to hers.

Though that just made it even more exciting.

I crept down the hall in my nightgown and panties full of his cum from last night. It was so naughty sleeping with that sticky mess. Though I was eager to take a shower and get cleaned up now. But that could wait.

I opened the door, smiling at the sight of him sleeping, the covers kicked off. The room smelled musty. Had he been jerking off thinking of me? Or maybe it was just myself I smelled. I did smell more than a little raunchy.

I shivered, loving that.

I padded across the room, a squirmy excitement in me. I crept onto his bed, straddling his legs, and reached into his boxers. He had a slit in his fly. I found his cock, still sticky with my pussy juices. I shivered, loving to taste myself. I pulled his half-hard cock out and leaned down, licking at his shaft.

I tasted...different. Sweeter than normal.

I shrugged and lapped again. It had to be my pussy. Who else could he have fucked? Mom? That almost made me laugh out loud. And I still tasted good, if different. I wiggled my hips, my tongue sliding up his cock and brushing the tip. I loved how his crown pulsed as he hardened, throbbing, swelling. Precum beading the tip. I licked it up and savored the flavor.

I stared up at his chest, red scratches standing out against his paper flesh. I grinned, flexing my fingers. I must have really clawed him up while riding him last night.

I felt so naughty as I engulfed his cock with my hungry mouth and sucked so hard. My pussy grew hot. I loved sucking his dick. It was so much fun. I played with his hairy balls, feeling the cum in them--the cum that had bred me. My juicy, pregnant snatch clenched as I sucked so hard on his dick.

"Mom," he groaned as he came awake. He blinked his eyes then grinned, "Jenny."

"Mom?" I asked, popping my lips off his dick. "Why'd you blurt that out?"

He froze. "Um, just a weird dream I was having."

"You were dreaming it was Mom sucking your cock? Our mom?"

"Yeah," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a horny big brother. Good thing Mom would never do this or I'd be jealous." I sucked on his cock. It was all mine. Although, Alicia had told me how awesome sharing her older brother with her sisters and other women was.

Shivering, thoughts of threesomes dancing in my head, I sucked on his cock with my hot, wet mouth. He groaned, his back arching. His hands clenched at the sheets. He shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head as I sucked and bobbed and worshiped his cock. He tasted so good in my mouth. That sweet taste was delicious.

I bobbed faster and faster, fondling his balls, watching his body squirm and writhe. My tongue swirled. I sealed my lips, giving such a tight suction. And that made him groan. Alicia told me about deep-throating, but I don't think I was ready for that.

Yet.

I would one day.

For now, I just concentrated on loving my big brother, on giving him all the pleasure I could. I sucked so hard, my mouth moving up and down. Saliva ran down my chin. It was so hot. I made such naughty sounds.

"Jenny," he groaned, his hand gripping my brown hair, holding my head.

That made me feel so loved.

"Damn, Jenny. Damn, I have the best little sister in the world. I love you so much."

Flutters ran through my body from my hot pussy. My free hand shoved between my thighs and rubbed the sticky crotch of my panties, massaging my flesh. I was on fire. I shuddered, stroking myself, teasing, my orgasm building so fast.

It was so hot giving the man I loved, my brother, pleasure. It made me so happy. I pressed the wet fabric of my panties into my hot, pregnant folds as I sucked and loved him. He groaned, shuddering. His eyes rolled back into his head.

"Fuck," exploded from his mouth. "Oh, damn, Jenny. I'm going to cum."

That was the point. I sucked so hard, feeling his balls tightened. I rubbed at my hard clit through my panties, stroking the sticky material against my throbbing nub. Harder and faster, my mouth bobbing furiously on his dick.

And then that wonderful moment happened. His cum spurted into my mouth.

Hot, salty jizz splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed it with greedy gulps, shuddering as I massaged my clit. His cum warmed down to my belly. The first protein of the day. I groaned, such naughty thoughts bursting through my mind.

And came.

I moaned about his spurting dick as the pleasure rippled out of my pussy. It washed through my body. I heaved, gulping it all down. The salty delight coated my throat. I loved it. My mind drank in the pleasure as I swallowed the last drops of my big brother's seed.

"Thanks, Jenny," he panted. "Damn, I love waking up like that."

I grinned and popped my mouth off his dick. "I have to take a shower. You can join me."

Before he could answer, I scampered off the bed, my nightgown falling off my hips. I darted for the bedroom door and opened it, stepping into the hall. And almost ran into my mother, wrapped up in a loose robe.

"What were you doing in your brother's room?" Mom asked.

I shuddered, still tasting his cum in my mouth. "Um... I was..."

"Snooping?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. "Trying to find something to get him in trouble?"

I flushed and nodded my head. It was easier agreeing to that than making up my own lie.

Mom gave me a hard look. "We need to talk."

My stomach twisted into ice. "About tattling on him?"

"No, about this?" She grabbed my arm and yanked me to the bathroom. It was on the opposite side of the hallway a few feet closer to Mom's bedroom door from James's. She opened it and pulled me inside. Then she bent down in the wastebasket and grabbed--

"Oh, no," I groaned, spotting the pregnancy test box. How could I be so stupid? I disposed of the incriminating test at school and forgot all about the box it came in.

"Oh, no indeed," Mom said. "Are you pregnant?"

To be continued...