Incestuous Harem's Passion Ch. 10

"Mother of God." My daughter's thighs squeezed shut and rubbed together, hiding her twat from my sight. "I do. Eat my clam, lesbian."

"With pleasure, pretty girl," Carmelita said. Then she let go of her breasts and moved towards us.

Juana pushed on my ass, pressing me against the massage table while my daughter's thighs spread right before me. My eyes opened in realization of what they wanted me to do. They wanted me to crawl to my own daughter's pussy and eat her out.

I couldn't do that. It was illegal. Immoral. Incest. This was worse than the crimes of coming here. It violated nature's law. That was my daughter's pussy. My little girl's cunt. She grew inside of me. Came from me.

"Come feast on my clam!" moaned my daughter. "Mother of God, I'm fucking soaked. I want to cum again."

I found myself crawling onto the massage bed between my daughter's thighs, my body shaking. Shuddering. I couldn't believe these two sisters were driving me towards incest. I looked behind me and almost gasped in shock. Carmelita sank to the floor and pressed her face into Juana's pussy.

They were lovers, too?

Juana winked at me.

It made me wonder about my friend. Olivia Wright had been bringing her daughter here for years. Ever since she'd turned eighteen. Did she and Phillipa have sex, too? Where they secret, lesbian lovers, reveling in the incestuous delight I was about to enjoy?

My hands slid up my daughter's thighs. She squirmed, her face twisting. My heart pounded in my chest. It thundered, pumping hot blood through my veins. My breath quickened. This nervous flutter danced through my guts.

I leaned over, black hair spilling over my daughter's thighs. Her spicy musk filled my nose.

"Stop teasing me and massage me with that tongue," moaned my daughter. "Mother of God, I'm horny."

So was I.

I licked my lips and then pressed my face into my daughter's pussy lips. I'd eaten Juana out so many times during my "massages," and enjoyed the other three masseuses from time to time when they had to pitch-hit for my favorite.

None of those times had ever been as hot as this.

I tasted my daughter's barely legal passion. The incestuous flavor of her familiar juices. My tongue licked up her flesh. She gasped and shuddered as I caressed up to her clit. Her thighs tightened around my face.

"Oh, yes, lesbian! Ooh, lick my pussy with that hungry tongue. You like the taste of my cunt, don't you? Yeah, you do. Get that naughty tongue in me, whore!"

My daughter had no idea who ate her twat out. I reveled in the dirty words she called me as my tongue fluttered up and down her folds. I drank in her spicy cream. I savored all these incestuous flavors. My tongue danced through her pussy lips. I caressed her. Teased her. I drove her wild. I loved how she gasped and moaned. How she whimpered and groaned.

I thrust my tongue into her depths. No virgin here. My daughter's pussy accepted my tongue. She gasped and moaned, having no idea her mother's tongue swirled through her depths. That she was engaged in naughty, incestuous love.

"Oh, yes, that's it!" she moaned. "Mmm, you're just a naughty, little dyke! Just feasting on my cunt! Mmm, just feel you go at it. Just devour me. So hungry for my pussy, aren't you?"

I was.

I thrust my hands beneath her butt-cheeks. My pussy was on fire. I couldn't answer her, just love her. My hips wiggled back and forth. I ignored my burning cunt and feasted on my daughter's delicious twat. My tongue fluttered up and down her slit, caressing her pussy lips.

Teasing her flesh.

Her moans were so sweet. They sang through the air. Her thighs squeezed about my face. Her body bucked, humping against me. Her skin felt so silky on my cheeks while her hot pussy soaked my tongue. I scooped them up, savoring them.

I nuzzled up to her clit. I slid my lips over her little bud and sucked on it. My daughter made such a passionate gasp of bliss. She groaned and shuddered. She whimpered out in rapture. She bucked on the bed. Gasped. Moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, that's it, you nasty lesbian! Ooh, suck on my clit!"

I did. I pleasured her clit. Nibbled on it. My tongue swirled around it. I showed her everything I'd learned the last few years coming here. My pussy cream ran hot down my thighs. I moaned around her bud, loving my little girl.

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned. "You're going to make me cum."

It was a hot delight to hear. To listen and experience my daughter's pleasure. I abandoned her clit, wanting to lick her again. To be in her. My tongue thrust into her snatch and swirled around inside of her incestuous depths. Her spicy cream soaked it.

My fingers dug into her rump, holding her tight. I devoured my daughter with hunger. Her moans grew louder. Her juices hotter. They coated my lips and chin. I reveled in them. I loved every moment of her hot cream on my mouth.

The forbidden delight of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she moaned and bucked, the massage table creaking. "That's... That's... Fuck, yes!"

Her pussy juices gushed out of her. They flooded my mouth. I groaned and drank them down. My tongue licked and lapped up her cream. I devoured the bliss flooding out of her. I savored every moment of her pussy juices gushing out into my hungry mouth.

My tongue fluttered up and down her hot cuntlips. I licked her up as her moans echoed through the room. In reflections, I watched her body tremble through her climax, blissfully unaware that her naughty mommy ate her out.

"Carmelita, you fucking lesbian whore!" gasped my daughter. "Mother of God, no wonder Mom comes here! Shit, this is incredible!"

My tongue licked up all the juices flooding out of her while my own cunt burned and shuddered. Her small breasts jiggled, those brown nipples so suckable. I wanted to do this to her again. To make her cum.

She panted as I lifted my face, her cream spilling down my features. I shuddered and slid off the table. Juana trembled through her own orgasm, her hand clamped over her mouth to keep from making noises.

Carmelita rose and said, "Mmm, our time is almost up."

"That was amazing," My daughter groaned. "Better than any guy going down on me."

She was eighteen. How many guys had she had? Since the divorce, I had to let her take care of herself. I was busy working my job, my caseload worse than ever. But then motherly pride washed through me.

I gave her the best orgasm. As Juana and I slipped out of the room, that thought burned in me.

The moment we were in the hallway, I shoved my hand between my thighs and frigged my pussy. I gasped and moaned, cumming in a hot flash, my daughter's juices soaking my face. I whimpered and moaned as the waves of bliss shot through me.

"I know," Juana whispered. "Incest is the best. My sister and I have been lovers since college. And we're not the only ones."

"Are Stefani and Zoey sisters?" I groaned.

"No, but the guy who knocked them up is Zoey's brother. And Lee's brother, too. He's her master."

"Oh, my god," I groaned. I shouldn't be learning this. "That's... that's..." My orgasm hit a wonderful peak of bliss. "Amazing!"

I trembled as I dressed and slipped into the waiting room. Lee had this naughty glint in her eyes. She had to know what was going on. She squirmed. A moment later, my daughter stumbled out, her tank top clinging to her perky tits.

"Mom, are you gay?" she asked when she stopped before me. "Is that why you and Dad divorced?"

"I'm not gay," I told her. "Are you?"

She frowned.

"I just need to relax and this is easier than finding a man." I winked at her. "Besides, there are no risks. No chance of getting pregnant. No one posting your nudes on the internet. You know why I divorced your dad."

She scowled and nodded. She had a step-mom that was barely older than her now. "So, do you want to come back next week?"

My daughter smiled. "I think I do. Being blindfolded was wild."

"Sounds like it," I said, eager for another chance to play with my daughter.

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September 19th, 2023 -- Delilah Midgley

Maybe if I hadn't seen my son masturbating my marriage might have survived. Maybe. But the more I thought about what I'd seen, my then eighteen-year-old son stroking that massive cock, the more obsessed I became. I grew more and more distant from my husband.

My son's cock hadn't come from Arthur's side of the family. I didn't know a cock could get that big. Ian packed a monster, and I wanted to enjoy it.

Now, sitting in my new apartment, the last box unpacked on moving day, I cracked open a bottle of wine. I was all alone, my son out with friends, and starting my new life. I poured myself a tall glass of the red and let the fruity flavor pour down my throat.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I squirmed. I closed my eyes and pictured Ian's cock for the millionth time. I'd glimpsed him a few more times since that fateful day, wanting to do more than watch. But it was wrong. I was his mother. I brought him into this world. I couldn't do that to him.

But that big dick... Thrusting hard and strong before him. He could slide back into my pussy. Return to his mother. Was that so wrong?

I knew it was, but the more wine I drank, the hornier and hornier I grew. Things like morality didn't matter. Not with something as carnal and passionate as my desire for Ian. I would love my son. Teach him about how to please a woman. Let him enjoy every bit of my body. I'd gotten in shape. For him.

I hoped to feel his eyes on me. To notice my tighter ass and flat stomach. The toned thighs. He'd glance at me in my yoga pants and a sports bra as I prepared to do my exercises. Sometimes, I hoped he masturbated to me.

But he never grabbed me. Never fulfilled my fantasies of seizing his mom and taking her hard. He was a good boy. He would never do something so sordid and depraved. He wasn't a dirty whore like his mother.

"I'd be your dirty whore," I moaned, my body so warm. I tipped the wine bottle and frowned as only a splash dropped into my glass. I turned over until was upside down, watching the red wine drip out from the spout.

The neck wasn't as thick as my son's cock, but...

"Mmm, I'll be such a dirty whore for you, Ian," I moaned, my pussy growing juicier. I stared at my living room, all alone, the shelves covered in knickknacks. "Let me show you what Mommy can do."

I stood up and gasped as the floor felt slanted. I shook my head and caught myself on the shelf, rattling my collection of glass figurines. I straightened and then peeled off my old t-shirt and threw it to the floor. My breasts heaved in my large sports bra. I unpinned my blonde hair from the bun I put it up in, letting it spill down to my neck.

"Your mommy's a naughty, randy whore," I purred, picturing Ian watching me.

I popped off my sports bra. My large breasts spilled out. Those big, soft, lush boobs that young men were obsessed with. I'd learned this word from another divorced friend of mine. MILF. Mother I'd Love to Fuck. I could be a MILF.

For Ian.

I lifted my right boob and sucked on my own nipple, nursing on it with hunger. Pleasure shot down to my cunt as I imagined my son watching me. My hips wiggled from side to side as I nursed. Delight sparked. My left hand slid down my flat belly to my sweat pants. I pushed them down, working awkwardly one-handed as I swayed to the fire in my belly.

I kept sucking and nursing, imagining all the naughty things my son would say to me. He'd stroke that massive cock, the muscles in his arms rippling. So turned on by his hot mommy. My pussy clenched, my poor panties a sodden mess.

I released my breast. It fell down and bounced before me. I saw it swaying in the reflection on the TV's black screen. I shuddered, spotting my curvy form. I pushed down my panties, this wild heat building and building in me.

Naked, I threw myself on the couch, grabbed the wine bottle, and brought the narrow end to my pussy. I pressed the cool glass through my blonde bush and against my hot flesh. Ian burned in my mind. Tall, blond, athletic. A strapping, young man. Not fat. Not balding. He was gorgeous. His blue eyes stared at me.

I thrust the bottle into me, moaning, "Yes, yes, fuck your naughty mommy!"

The narrow neck reached deeper into me than my husband's cock. I gripped the wider bottle, pumping it in and out of my naughty cunt. The pleasure rippled through my flesh. I squirmed on the couch, my boobs heaving.

"You like being back in your Mommy, don't you?" I groaned. "Yeah, you do. You want to be buried so deep into your Mommy. You want to fuck her."

I plunged the glass shaft in and out of my pussy. I groaned every time the shoulder widened to the body, my cuntlips stretching for a moment. But it was too thick for my snatch to swallow. I shuddered at the imperfect toy. I didn't care. I was so turned on.

My son fucked me hard in my imagination. He squeezed my big titties. He loved them. He pounded me with passion. He didn't hold back. He gave me such pleasure. My tangy musk filled my nose, my arousal growing with every hard plunge of my son's cock into my cunt.

"Yes, yes, just like that!" I whimpered, my orgasm building and building with every thrust. I kept my eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck your naughty mommy!"

"You're amazing, Mom!" Ian moaned in my fantasy. "Such a hot and tight cunt. You're awesome. Love you!"

"Love you, too!"

My toes curled. My feet rubbed across the carpeted floor. I whimpered and groaned, the pleasure building and building in my cunt. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to my incestuous climax. Picturing my son over me, his muscles flexing as he pounded me, had me on fire.

That big dick of his stretched out my cunt. Fucked me better than his father ever had. He gave me pleasure. He knew how to love my pussy. I gasped and squealed, my cunt clenching around him tight. Hard.

"Fuck your mommy so hard!" I moaned. "Your big dick is giving your mommy such pleasure! Oh, yes, yes!"

"I love being in you, Mom! It feels so right. This is where I came from!"

"Yes, yes, and you can return to it whenever you want, Ian!" I moaned, jamming the bottle deep into my cunt, my pussy lips stretching around the widening neck. I kept pushing on the bottom, wanting to take as much in me as I could.

My left hand squeezed my tit. I dug my finger into it as I forced another inch of the bottle into my naughty pussy, my cuntlips stretching to engulf that wide shaft. I whimpered, moaned, the pleasure surging through me.

"Mom!" Ian groaned.

"Cum in your mommy!" I howled and climaxed.

My pussy convulsed and writhed around the bottle. Waves of rapture swept through me. I rode them as I masturbated to my incestuous fantasy. My son groaned in my mind. I imagined his cum firing into my cunt, filling me.

It was incredible. My body bucked on the couch. My moans sang through the air. I tossed my head, whimpering and groaning in delight. My pussy writhed around the bottle. The pleasure surged to the pinnacle in me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as the door rattled. "Oh, my god, that's so go--"

The front door opened, and I gasped out in shock, writhing in mid-orgasm, my pussy convulsing around the bottle harder as the fear shot through me. My son was home early. He told me he was going to be hanging out with friends after we finished unpacking. He stared at my naked form.

"Oh, my god," I moaned in abject shame and embarrassment. I ripped the bottle out of my pussy as he turned away.

"Sorry, Mom!" he gasped.

I fled down the hallway, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I slammed the door shut behind me. Did he know I was thinking about him? Did he realize it? My entire body quaked. Such powerful embarrassment filled me.

"Sorry," he shouted again. "I didn't... I mean... I'm really sorry, Mom."

"It's okay," I whimpered, wanting to just melt into a puddle and soak into the carpet. I hadn't been this embarrassed since high school. "I shouldn't... Not in the living room... I'm so sorry you had to see that."

"Don't worry about it," he said. "I guess everyone does... that."

I groaned and threw myself on the bed. That was nothing like my fantasy. No Ian pouncing on me. No getting ravished. I didn't know if I could ever face my son again. He saw me with a wine bottle in my pussy.

I buried under the covers and never wanted to crawl out again.

Only, I heard him in his bedroom. The bedsprings creaked. This rhythmic sound. My head lifted. I padded to the wall, pressed my ear against it, and heard heavy breathing. I bit my lip and listened to my son masturbating.

Was he thinking of me?

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July 9th, 2024 -- Alysha Walsh

"Let's go skinny dipping!"

The cry in the backyard at the pool party rippled over me. My friends and I burst into giggles. We were sipping wine coolers, buzzing on the drinks. I felt so naughty. I was newly turned eighteen, at a party with no parents around, and now there were guys ripping off their trunks, their cocks popping out. Girls squealed in laughter as they jumped naked in the pool.

"Let's go, girls!" one of them shouted, a buff, blond guy I didn't know. "Let's see those tops come off! Get those muffs out!"

"Oh, my god," I gasped, giggling loud as another guy thrust down his trunks, his cock spring out half-hard. Then a girl ripped off her top. She was an older girl at my college. She swung her flowery bikini top over her head like a lasso then dove in.

My eyes darted around and I gasped to see my brother, Jaiden. He had two years on me, tall and strapping, his deep-brown skin gleaming in the sunlight as he thrust down his shorts. I couldn't believe he was doing it, his cock spilling out.

He proved the legend about Black guys right. A group of girls all moaned in delight. Guys groaned, knowing they were outmatched by his prowess. My eyes were locked on him, watching it twitch. Grow harder. Longer. I shuddered, this wicked heat building and building in me. What was wrong with me?

Why was I staring at my brother and his cock? This heat rippled through me. My heart fluttered. It was gorgeous. A naughty itch built in my virgin pussy. I clutched the half-drunk wine cooler in my hand, my blood on fire. It had to be the booze, right.

I wasn't lusting for my brother's dick. I couldn't do that.

"Top off, Alysha!" my friend, Dominique, shouted. I gasped as my knots came undone and she ripped it away, exposing my tits to everyone. I froze, not sure what to do as guys wolf-whistled, staring at my breasts and...

My brother stared at my breasts. His eyes were locked on them while his cock reached its full girth, thrusting out before him. I shuddered as I saw the passion in his gaze. He licked his lips before he wrenched his gaze away from my titties and dove into the pool.

My pussy grew so hot as the image of my brother's cock burned in my mind.

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April 9th, 2027 -- Clinton "Clint" Elliston II

My "little girl" skipped by in a tight white and pink frock.

Alicia giggled, her skirt flaring. She might be twenty-seven, but she looked so much younger. I groaned as this heat washed through my dick. I was supposed to be working on the brief for the trust-fund dispute I had to be in court for next week to argue a motion.

"Damn," I muttered and followed her out of my office. She wasn't supposed to be playing in the main house. One of our kids could see us, and they were definitely old enough to start to understand things.

Her skirt fluttered as she vanished up the stairs. I followed after her, my feet pounding on the steps. She raced up them and reached the second floor. Then her footsteps rushed down to the hallway up to my old attic bedroom.

It was now my two oldest daughters' room. They weren't home. Alicia wanted to fool around in their girlish abode. That naughty minx. She made my dick hard. I chased up the stairs after her, taking them two at a time.