Incestuous Bedtime Tale Ch. 08

It swelled my orgasm. It was incredible. Better than getting eaten out. Definitely better than my own masturbation. My twat clung to Daddy's cock. I gripped him as he buried into me again and again. His balls smacked into me. He filled me over and over.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Yes," he growled. "My sweet Vanessa. You feel incredible. So tight."

"Mmm, make him cum, honey!" Mommy moaned, her hips thrusting down, burying her dildo over and over into Grandma's pussy. "Make our daddy cum with that tight, little cunt of yours!"

"Your so naughty, Mommy!" I moaned, the bed rocking, creaking from our passion.

Daddy thrust faster. Harder. I groaned as he pumped his cock into my twat. My flesh clenched around me. I groaned and squeezed around him. My pussy clung to his dick. Pleasure surged through me. I whimpered and moaned. My nipples throbbed against his strong chest. His weight felt amazing on me.

Comforting.

His nose nuzzled into mine. He kissed me. I groaned at the feel of him sliding into me. It was incredible. This wonderful delight. It was such an incredible passion. I groaned and gasped, my cunt holding Daddy tight.

His every thrust brought me closer and closer to erupting. To that moment when his cum would spurt into me. I clung to him, whimpering and moaning. My fingernails clawed his back. The bed creaked as he hammered into me.

"Daddy!" I whimpered. "Oh, Daddy!"

"That's it," he growled. "Don't fight it. Embrace it. I can feel how much you love it. You were made for this, honey. You were born to be united with me."

"I was!" I gasped, my thighs squeezing tight around him. My cunt clenched around him. "I was born to love you, Daddy. I love you. I want you to cum in me. I want to have your baby! Please, please, Daddy!"

He rammed into me. He buried hard. It was incredible. Such powerful strokes. I whimpered, my pussy clinging to him. The silky friction built and built my orgasm. I came closer and closer to erupting. I would explode on his cock.

It would be amazing. Stars danced before my eyes. My fingernails clawed at his back. I gripped him. I shuddered beneath him. My pussy clung to him. I drank in the friction of Daddy's thrusts. His balls smacked into me.

"Look at her," whimpered Mommy. "Look at her. She's about to cum."

"She is," Grandma moaned. "Oh, she's a beautiful girl. You and Daddy made something special."

"So did Daddy and you," Mommy said.

They kissed beside me, their bodies writhing together, building towards that same pleasure I felt growing in me. Daddy grunted and groaned. He moaned. That must mean I made him feel good. That he loved my pussy as much as Mommy's and Grandma's.

I clutched Grandma's hand. I clung to her as my orgasm swelled. I couldn't take much more of this wonderful delight. The pleasure swelled and swelled inside of me. This amazing rapture surged through me. I groaned, the sensations sending me screaming towards that amazing bliss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy squeezing down on Daddy's big cock.

Daddy slammed into me. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit. My pussy clung to his dick. I squealed beneath him. I stared up into his green eyes. I saw the passion burning in them as he drew back and thrust in again.

"Oh, Daddy!" I whimpered. I felt it. I was moments away.

"I love you," he groaned and rammed forward.

"Yes, yes, Daddy!" I gasped as he buried into me.

I came on my daddy's cock. On the dick that created me in Mommy's womb. Pleasure exploded inside my cunt. My pussy writhed around his shaft as he pumped in and out of me. The waves of incestuous bliss rushed through my body.

"Oh, Daddy!" I howled. "Oh, yes, yes, Daddy! That's amazing!"

It was incredible. The bliss surged through me. My cunt rippled about his dick. My thighs clung to him, the pleasure bursting through my body with his every thrust. I trembled beneath him, my small breasts rubbing into his chest.

His cock slammed hard into me as he moaned, "Vanessa!"

"Cum in her, Daddy!" moaned Mommy. "Spurt all your jizz into her. Flood her!"

"Yes, Ava!" he growled.

"Love her, Daddy!" Grandma moaned, her voice throaty. Was she cumming, too? "Breed her."

My pussy convulsed harder. Another orgasm, bursting with ecstasy, swept through me. I bucked beneath daddy, clinging to him. My cunt writhed around his cock. His dick buried into me. He filled me to the hilt.

His cum fired into me. Daddy bred me.

"Vanessa!" he groaned.

He flooded me with all his spunk. I whimpered and groaned beneath him, my pussy milking him. The delight surged through me. Stars danced before my eyes as more and more of his incestuous seed filled me.

"Give me a baby, Daddy!" I howled as my climatic rapture burst through my body. It was the best. Incredible.

I was one with my Daddy, just like all the women who came before me. Mommy, Grandma, and Great-Grandma Rachel. They all had had this delight. This wonderful pleasure. They felt Daddy's seed fire into them and quicken new life in their wombs.

I kissed Daddy hard. My tongue darted around inside his mouth. Beside us, Mommy and Grandma moaned their pleasure, kissing and loving each other. We were a family. We were united in wild passion.

Daddy fired a final blast of cum into me, groaning into our kiss. I felt so full of his cum. He brimmed in me. This was the best birthday of my life. It was an incredible passion. A delight that rippled through me.

Daddy panted as he broke the kiss. He rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of my pussy. I groaned at the feel of him popping out of me. It was just perfect. His seed was in me. I gasped as Mommy grabbed a pillow and shoved it up beneath my rump.

"That's to let the cum pool around your cervix and make sure you're bred," she said as she slid out of Grandma's pussy.

"Thank you," I said and then blinked as Mommy moved between my thighs. "Um, are you going to eat me out?"

"I want to give you another orgasm," she said. "Get your cervix spasming in the puddle of cum pooling against it. You know, make sure his sperm is getting to your egg."

I blushed. "You know a lot about this."

"I think she's just making things up because she wants to lick my cum out of your pussy," Daddy said, cuddling up beside me.

Mommy winked at me.

I giggled in delight. I was so glad I had this amazing family. I turned my head and kissed Daddy while Grandma slipped up to my other side. She cupped my breast and leaned over, sucking a nipple into my mouth.

Then I groaned as Mommy nuzzled into my pussy. Her tongue licked through my folds, gathering up the jizz that was inside of me. My body trembled, my breasts jiggling. The pleasure flowed through me.

I was surrounded by my family. I was so happy. I broke the kiss with Daddy and moaned, "When are we getting married?"

"When your nine months pregnant," Mommy said, lifting her face. "It's a tradition in this family."

"It is?" Grandma asked. "I wasn't pregnant when I married Daddy."

"It's a tradition now," Mommy said and then buried her face back into my pussy and licked.

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Harrison "Harry" Young -- October 2058

Damn prostate.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb my three daughters slumbering away. Most nights, I had to get up at least two times to piss. I sighed as I slipped out, feeling my age. That was easy with three horny daughters, especially Avalon. Her sex drive only seemed to have increased since Vanessa joined our bed two and a half years ago.

I grabbed a robe, belted it on, and made the lonely trek to the bathroom like I'd done so many times before. Light bled from downstairs. Someone had left the kitchen light on. The house's operating system should have shut it off at this time.

I'd have to look into that in the morning. I hoped it wasn't getting a bug.

"Smart homes," I snorted. That was something I never imagined having when I was Vanessa's age. But that was a different century. A different millennium. I burst into the bathroom and sighed as I stood over the toilet and released my urine.

My toes flexed. Tomorrow would be a good day. I was eager for the marathon. I'd run it every year. Avalon and Vanessa were racing with it, though Melissa was giving it a pass. She was getting some soreness in her hip joints and had switched to swimming for her exercise.

I had both my knees replaced and my right hip. I was eager for it.

Toilet flushing, I stumbled out and paused at my son's bedroom. After three daughters, I had a boy. I creaked open the door, staring at the toddler sleeping in his rocket ship bed. We had to buy whole new items for him. No hand me downs. I didn't mind the expense.

He would grow up to be a fine, young man. Maybe I should make a sister. I never wanted more than one child, my first wife Rachel not wanting to contribute to overpopulation. Maybe I should break that rule with Vanessa. See if she couldn't make a sister for Harry Junior to love.

My dick twitched at that idea.

I closed the door and padded down the hallway. I reached my bedroom. As I opened the door, the light from downstairs shed enough illumination to allow me to see the three generations of daughters I'd bred. Vanessa was cuddled up to Melissa on one side of the bed while Avalon was on the other, her hand reaching towards my spot. They took turns on which two could sleep beside me.

I paused, drinking in their beauty. I was a lucky man. They all looked so peaceful. I didn't have the heart to wake them up. I could make a daughter in Vanessa another night. She was a young and fertile twenty now.

I doffed my robe and closed the door behind me with a gentle touch. I worked across the room and slipped into bed like a thief. Avalon murmured. She pulled herself to me, pressing her large, soft breasts into my side.

"Daddy," she mewled in that half-sleep way she did.

I kissed her forehead. Melissa's hand brushed my hip as she slept holding Vanessa, my youngest daughter sleeping with her back to me now, her face pressed into her grandmother's breasts. I idly ran a finger down Vanessa's spine before I close my eyes.

I drifted off to sleep. Into dreams.

I found myself standing in a familiar field of wildflowers. One that hadn't existed in the real world for decades. It was here that I first made love to Rachel and later our daughter, Melissa. I'd wanted to take Avalon here, but the wildfire had destroyed it.

"There you are," Rachel said.

My first wife sat on a picnic blanket spread out in the little dell, that private valley that hid us from the sight of any hikers moving through the trail at the other end of the field. She was naked, looking as lovely as the first time I took her here. She had the same blue eyes as Melissa and Vanessa, her hair blonde, swaying in the breeze.

"I've been waiting for you," she said, shaking her head in mock exasperation. She patted the ground beside her.

"Sorry," I said. "I just..." I frowned. Why was I late?

"You had our daughter to take care of," she said. "And my granddaughter and great-granddaughter." A smile crossed her lips before she let out an amused giggle. "I never imagined you for such a pervert, Harry."

My cheeks warmed. There had always been that lingering guilt in me when I wondered what Rachel would have thought about Melissa and me. It had faded after a while, but sometimes, especially when I thought of the first woman I'd loved, it would come back.

"You're not mad?" I asked, approaching the blanket. "That I'd seduced our daughter?"

She patted beside her. I sank down and studied her youthful face. She took my hand, and I noticed that the liver spots around my knuckles were gone. My skin looked smooth. I stared down my chest and saw no gray hairs. I looked like I did when I was young.

"You made our daughter happy," Rachel said. She leaned her head against mine. "And she made you happy. How could I be mad about that?"

I found my arm slipping around her shoulders. It felt so familiar. It had been so long since she'd died, and yet it felt like just yesterday that we'd cuddled together. There was a long time when I thought she would be the only woman I would ever love.

"I miss you," I said. "I wish..."

"That I could have been a part of your pervy harem?" She laughed. "Oh, I'm not sure the living me would have been okay with that, but..." She smiled. "Perspective can change your views on things."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Mmm, you knocked up my daughter, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter." She shook her head. "You are a randy thing."

I gave her a proud smile.

She laughed. "Such a cocky man. That's the smile you had on your lips after you made me cum the first time."

"Right here," I said. "I remember you convulsing around me."

"And I remember how scared I was until my period came." She shuddered. "I thought I was too young to have a baby. Our daughter, on the other hand, well, she didn't have that problem."

"None of them did."

Rachel laughed again, such a naughty sound. "Mmm, and I know you liked breeding them."

"I can't deny that." I smiled as I turned to her. I stared into her blue eyes. "I never stopped loving you, though."

"I know." She leaned in and kissed me.

Her lips were sweet. I groaned as I savored it, a heady rush surging through me. That young fire burned through my veins. She whimpered against me. Her hand pressed onto my chest, curling through my chest hairs.

"Mmm," she purred when she broke our kiss. "I missed you, Harry. I love you."

I smiled. I stretched out on my back, Rachel cuddling up beside me. A perfect, blue sky spread out before me. I held her and smiled. This was a wonderful dream. I idly stroked her shoulder, her hand caressing my chest.

Fingers twined through my chest hairs. Her lips nibbled against the side of my jaw. I turned to her and found her eyes. They were the same color as the sky. Just as deep and intense. I stared into them, seeing eternity spreading out before me.

I kissed her again with hunger. I hadn't been with my wife in so long. I rolled on top of her, staring into her blue eyes, and slipped into rapture. I loved Rachel once again. She quivered beneath me. I felt so light. I could just float away.

It was perfect.

Peaceful.

* * *

Vanessa Young -- February 2067

My wedding ring flashed, the pink diamond glinting as I pumped my hand up my son's cock. He was eighteen now, just turned it only an hour ago. He was pounding on my bedroom door the moment it turned midnight, the scamp waiting in the hallway. He groaned beside me on the bed, his chest rising and falling as I stroked his dick faster.

"Mmm, and that's how your father took my virginity and made you," I purred, telling him such a wicked bedtime tale.

Harry Jr. groaned. His chest, filling out into a man's strength, rose and fell. His dick, as impressive as his father's, twitched in my hand. He stared at me with those intense, green eyes, his red hair swaying in a tangled mess.

"Mom," he groaned, his voice deeper now. He was growing up so fast. "Oh, Mom. That story was hot!"

"Mmm, that's it," I purred, stroking his cock for the first time. "Cum for Mommy. Show her how grown up you are."

"Shit!" he cursed, his cock twitching.

He erupted.

I smiled in delight as his hot cum splattered my round tits. They'd filled out since that day nearly nineteen years ago when Daddy had taken my virginity and turned a shy girl into a woman. Now I was turning his son into a man.

I loved the feel of Harry's cum splattering my breasts. They spilled over my curves. His cum ran down my stomach, painting my flesh. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. It had been so long since I had a dick in me.

Only dildos and fingers for nearly sixteen years. The drought ended tonight.

"Oh, that's a big load," Mom said as she stood nearby filming it. She was streaming it to Grandma in her hospital room. "Mmm, Harry, you're turning into such a man, aren't you?"

"I am, Grandma," Harry said, panting. He sounded so proud of splattering me with his cum.

"You are so much like your father," I said, savoring the jizz dripping down my tits.

"I am?" Harry asked.

He never really knew our father. Daddy had passed away in his sleep when Harry Jr. was two-and-a-half. Old age had caught up to him. We buried him beside Great-Grandma Rachel. I had a dream that night that they were making love in a field of wildflowers.

I liked to think they were there still, watching over us.

"Yes, you are," I said, nuzzling into my son's cheek and kissing him. "Mmm, you're just as sexy as him. You make me just as wet."

With a bold hand, he shoved it between my thighs and rubbed me. I shuddered at the masculine touch. His fingers were rough and strong, sliding up and down my wet folds. I whimpered, my pussy clenching.

"Mmm, he's still hard," Mommy said. "No pill needed. That's youth for you, huh?"

I giggled. "He's eager, Mom. Ooh, he's rubbing hard. He wants to slip in me."

"I do!" Harry groaned then thrust a pair of fingers into my twat. I gasped, squeezing down on him. "So bad. I want to make love to you, Mom."

"And I want you to make a baby in me," I moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. "A sister. You have to carry on the family tradition. Your own daughter to breed and love and marry. Just like your father."

Harry Jr. beamed at me then kissed me with his hungry mouth. I closed my eyes and shuddered in delight. It was time to make my son into a man.

To be continued...