Incestuous Harem's Passion Ch. 13

Interrupted Incestuous Passion

April 10th, 2027 -- Clinton "Clint" Elliston II

I woke up early.

We were having guests over for dinner so I wanted to get some more work done on my prep for court in a few days. A lawyer's work was never done. And then there was more research to begin challenging the bigamy laws in California. I planned on using all the same techniques the gay rights attorneys had.

I left Melody and Pam sleeping and stumbled out naked. Just down the hall was a special room where four of our women slept together: Lee, my mother, Aunt Vicky, and Mrs. Hiragawa. Our four sex slaves. There were four remotes hanging on the door outside of them, each one labeled with a name.

I blinked, bleary-eyed. I swayed for a moment, my toes flexing into the carpet as I struggled to gather my mind. My bladder was full, pushing on me. I had to pee badly. I grabbed the one labeled Clint's Mother from between the ones labeled Pam's Mother and Melody's Mother. The forth was labeled merely Filth. Lee had written that herself.

I hit the button on the remote I chose.

In the room, I heard a groan. The bed creaked. More murmurs. Stumbling footsteps. The door opened to reveal my mother's sleepy face, her bleached-blonde hair matted and tousled. She was naked, her large breasts swaying. She focused on me. From between her thighs, a vibrator hummed away, activated by the remote in her hand.

"Good morning, Master," she moaned. She pressed against me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, her boobs soft on my chest. "Do you need your Mommy-slave's attendance."

I grinned at her. "Don't I always?"

She smiled at me, her brown eyes coming more and more awake. "Then you just let your Mommy-slave love you and take care of you."

She sank to her knees, her large breasts dragging down my chest and stomach. She knelt before me and grabbed my cock. She seized it in a tight grip. She pumped up and down my girth, stroking me with a hungry look growing in her eyes.

She kissed the tip. Her tongue played with the slit for a moment. I groaned at the incestuous thrill that raced through me. In a few days, I'd be on one of the shows on Fox News. I was going anywhere I could get my message out. It was a shame I couldn't talk about this delight.

Her lips slid over my cock. She sealed it, staring up at me as she lightly nursed. I ran my hand through her bleached-blonde hair. I gripped a fistful. The vibrator hummed away, stirring up her pussy. I sighed and relaxed my bladder.

My piss streamed out of me. A powerful rush. That almost sexual delight of pissing ran through me. I groaned out my exhilaration as my mother's cheeks bulged for a moment, then she gulped down the bitter liquid. Submissive love shone in her eyes as she drank down my urine.

"God, yes," I groaned, the pee flowing out of me.

I loved pissing in a woman's mouth. A sex slaves willing mouth. My mother drank my piss, moaning around my cock. The stimulation added to the delight of urinating. It was over far, far too fast. The last urine was flooding into her. A shiver ran through me as the stream petered out in a few spurts.

She sucked hard, drawing out the last of it. She moaned, her hands gripping my thighs. Her tongue prodded at my slit like she was trying to work out the last of the urine trapped in my urethra. Then she just groaned.

And blew me.

Her head bobbed up and down, working her lips along my shaft. Her blonde hair rustled about her face. My Mommy-slut sucked me with hunger. Her fingernails bit into my hip. She sucked and slurped and loved me with all the hunger she could muster. Her head twisted from side to side. Her lips slid up and down my cock. The suction was incredible.

"Damn, Mommy-slave," I groaned. "Just hungry for my cum."

She nodded, moaning.

"Yeah, you want to guzzle your son's jizz after you drank down all my piss, don't you?"

"Of course she does," Melody murmured.

My sister-wife padded down the hall, naked. Her sandy-blonde hair was a wild mess. Her round breasts bounced. In her late-twenties, she was as sexy now as she had been that first day over a decade ago when we made love in my stuffy, attic bedroom.

"She loves drinking your cum like the filthy slut she is." Melody stopped beside us. Her hand joined mine on my mother's head. "Isn't that right, Aunt Cheryl?"

My mom moaned, nodding her head. She sucked harder, nursing with hunger on my cock. She worshiped it. I groaned, my balls eager to unloaded their first blasts of cum for the day. Melody leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips, her tongue darting around inside of my mouth for a wonderful moment.

She broke it and studied the remotes. Then she picked up her younger sister's, Filth. She pressed the button and a, "Yes!" hissed from the bedroom. An energetic scramble and then Lee appeared. My half-sister fell to her knees, such joy on her face while her vibrator buzzed away. "Good morning, Sister-Mistress!"

"Get that nasty mouth on my cunt right now, you piece of filth!" Melody hissed. "I want to drown you in piss and cunt cream."

Lee looked like she was in heaven. She loved drowning in both. Literally. When she was rewarded, it was often to just have everyone in the family take turns pissing on her. She couldn't wait for our daughter, Amber, to turn eighteen just so Lee could experience the depravity from her own flesh and blood.

Amber was nearly nine, so that was still some years off.

Lee pressed her face between Melody's thighs. I watched them while enjoying my mother's hungry, sucking mouth. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She sucked with passion on me. With such wonderful hunger. My balls twitched and throbbed. The pressure was building and building in them. The delight swelled and swelled. It wouldn't be long before I was cumming down my mother's mouth.

Melody let out a long groan. The sound of her piss splashing into our sister's slave mouth had the pressure building in my balls. I placed my hand on my sister-wife's ass, giving her a squeeze. Melody smiled at me, her round breasts jiggling as she shuddered.

"That's it, you nasty piece of filth," hissed Melody. "Mmm, being a living toilet is all your good for. Yes, yes, drink up all that piss. You love it because you're a depraved and disgusting whore. I should stake you out on the compost pile and just let you rot there. Damn, yes, drink it!"

Melody shuddered and ground her hips. Lee moaned, joy shining in her eyes. The more you humiliated her, the more she got off on it. I smiled at the delight in my sister-slave's eyes as much as the passion in Melody's groans. I loved all the women in my family in different ways.

I squeezed and kneaded Melody's rump, my other hand gripping my mother's hair. I thrust my cock forward, fucking to the back of her throat. She sucked the entire time. Her lips sealed tight about the base. She nursed with hunger as I drew back, my balls swaying.

"Fuck her mouth hard, stud," Melody moaned. Her hand fell on my ass. She gave my meaty cheek a hard squeeze. "Just dump your cum down her throat. Drown your Mommy-slut in jizz while my sister-whore feasts on my cunt." Melody gasped. "Ooh, just like that, you disgusting worm. Wiggle that tongue inside of me. Yeah, you know all about wiggling. I should make you mow the lawn today with your teeth. Just squirming on your belly and nibbling on it."

Lee moaned and I swear she licked with more enthusiasm.

Melody groaned. Her head lolled back. A shudder ran through her body, jiggling her round breasts. Her hips worked from side to side, grinding her cunt on Lee's face. I loved the sight as I fucked my mother's mouth.

I thrust forward the hardest yet and rammed my cock down my mother's mouth. She groaned as I buried down her gullet. She didn't resist. She took me with ease. A trained whore. My father had broken her in. Made her and Aunt Vicky into sex slave whores.

They loved it. Loved him.

"Shit, yes!" I groaned, my balls resting on my mother's chin. Every inch of my cock was buried to the hilt in her throat. "You like that, don't you? Just like a big cock buried to the hilt in your gullet. Mmm, yes, that's what you crave. You're a fucking whore slut who just needs my big cock fucking into you over and over again, don't you?"

My mother whimpered and sucked hard on my dick, loving my cock. She swallowed, massaging my shaft.

I gripped her tight and drew back. I slammed forward again. My balls smacked into her chin. The pressure grew in my nuts. They cracked over and over into her. I drove to the hilt in her mouth, loving the way she moaned about my dick.

The way she worshiped my cock. It was intense. Amazing. I savored every moment of it. I pumped away hard and fast at her. I pounded her mouth with my dick. I slammed into her with powerful strokes again and again.

She whimpered. Moaned. She sucked with hunger on my cock as it rammed into her. My hard strokes hammered her mouth. She whimpered and shuddered, sucking with hunger on me. Her tongue danced around my cock. She sucked and slurped on it. She nursed with all the hunger of a whore on my dick.

I loved it.

My hands slid through her hair. I gripped her. Held her tight. I pumped away with all the ferocity I could muster. I buried my dick to the hilt in her again and again. I loved every moment of feeling her hungry mouth around my dick.

"Yes, yes, yes, you fucking Mommy-slut!" I growled. My balls approached their boil as I rammed down her mouth, my hand squeezing her ass.

"Cum down her throat," moaned Melody. Her undulating hip rubbed her thigh against mine. Her delicious breasts jiggled. She held a fistful of her sister's hair, gripping Lee's black hair in a tight grip. My sister-wife's head arched back. "And I'm going to drown this fucking nasty sow with all my cum. Just a little pig greedy for my pussy."

"So fucking greedy, Sister-Mistress!" moaned Lee. "See!"

Melody bucked. "You fucking whore! Do that! Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Shit!" I groaned, Melody's hand kneading my butt-cheek as I slammed down my mother's gullet.

The stimulation of her hot mouth and tight throat around my cock, especially the sensitive tip, surged over me. I groaned and erupted. My jizz fired out of me. Hot blasts of cum that pumped my spunk right down the slut's fucking mouth.

I flooded her belly. I pumped her full of my jizz and loved every moment of it. I shuddered as my balls unloaded blast after blast of my spunk. The pleasure hit such powerful peaks in me. My chest rose and fell. Stars burst out of my eyes.

"Mommy-slut!" I snarled as I pumped it straight into her belly.

Her fingers dug into my hips. Her brown eyes stared up at me with depraved, motherly love. The incestuous delight of using my mother as a cum-dumpster surged through me. I panted and groaned. The rapture danced through my mind.

My balls fired out the last of the cum into her belly while she moaned about my dick. Trembling. The last spurt of jizz flooded down her throat. I groaned, panting. The pleasure burned across my mind. That euphoric buzz settled into my flesh.

"That's what I needed, Mommy-slut. You can go back to bed." I turned off the vibrator with another click of the remote. "No cumming."

She slid her mouth off my cock while I turned to Melody. My sister-wife's face twisted and twitched with her pleasure. I kissed her on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into her while my mother stood up and padded back into the bedroom's darkness.

Melody groaned into my kiss. Her fingers dug hard into my butt-cheeks. I knew the signs. She came on Lee's face, drowning our little sister-slave in pussy cream. Lee sounded like she was in heaven as she licked up the juices gushing out of my wife.

I savored this moment and then broke my kiss.

"Yes, yes, you little pig!" gasped Melody. "Fucking drink that cream. Ooh, you're nasty tongue's licking it all up. You're just feasting on it, you nasty sow. Yes, yes, get that dirty tongue in me. Oh, god."

"Sounds like a good one," said Pam. My second wife stumbled up, rubbing the sleep out of her almond-shaped eyes.

"Morning," I told her, slipping away from Melody. I cupped Pam's face and kissed her. "Did we wake you."

"Yes, but it's okay. I have to prep for a new patient. Rachel's getting jealous of the attention her husband's giving her daughter." Pam grinned. "Well, we'll just see about fixing that little problem and getting her to accept that sharing her husband with her daughter will be even more satisfying."

"You're a wicked woman," I said and headed back to our bedroom to get dressed.

"I am," she purred. "Let's see. I think I'll go with my mother."

She grabbed the remote and summoned Mrs. Hiragawa to drink her piss and provide the first orgasm of the day. It was a routine. The best way to start your day. It was invigorating and relaxing all at the same time.

I especially loved it when I had court.

I hummed as I dressed, eager for the dinner with our new neighbors. Brother and sister living together. I could watch Pam work her magic and bring the pair of them into incestuous sex.

* * *

January 19th, 2026 -- Elmer Bennett

I groaned as I worked my nineteen-year-old daughter's panties around my cock. I moaned, addicted to the rush of using Candy's panties as a masturbatory aid ever since I caught her pleasuring herself.

Maybe before I first learned about Clint Elliston and his mad ideas about free-love and incest, I wouldn't have done this, but the man had awakened something inside of me. Something fed by my daughter's nubile form. It drove me wild how she pranced around in next to nothing, suddenly so concerned with flaunting her body.

She had no idea what she did to me when she came downstairs wearing a pair of boy short panties and a tank top, her little nipples poking away. My wife didn't have a problem with it, and it wasn't like I could admit that I wanted to fuck my daughter.

I did.

God, I did.

I pumped those silken delights up and down my cock. I groaned. It wasn't like I needed this. My wife, Rachel, wasn't cold. We still had sex right before and after my tours. I was a fireman. I would spend two days living at the firehouse before getting two days off. I found myself bringing a pair of my daughter's panties to the station in case I needed to jerk one off.

"Shit," I groaned, pumping faster. These were fresh. Still warm when I pulled them out of the hamper. "You want to love your Daddy, don't you?"

"Oh, Daddy, I do!" Candy moaned in my imagination. Her body was so young and nubile. A lolita temptress luring her poor father into the sin of her incestuous, nubile flesh. She sat on the counter before me in my mind, legs spread wide, her pussy on display.

A juicy slit surrounded by her black bush, her clit hard. Her juices gleaming on the silken strands. She would grab my cock and pull me towards her. She would press me right against her snatch and smile at me.

"Yes, yes, just right there, Daddy!" she moaned. "That's what I need. You got to love me. I'm your daughter. I need it. I need my Daddy to love me!"

"Shit, yes!"

I groaned and erupted into the silk, so turned on by my fantasy. The pink silk soaked up my seed. My white jizz bled through as my cock spurted over and over. I groaned, the rush of pleasure surging over me. Stars danced before my eyes.

"Daddy! Daddy! I love it when you cum in my panties!"

"Me, too!" I groaned.

"When are you going to cum in my pussy, though? I need you, Daddy. I want you. Can't you tell by how I prance around nearly naked? How I flash my cute rump at you. I'm so horny for you, Daddy. I need your cock to slide into me."

I groaned at that idea. My balls tightened. The idea of my daughter needing me to do that sent such a wild surge of lust through me. My last spurt of cum was powerful. I panted, aching for it. I loved my wife, I did, but Candy...

"Fuck," I muttered and shoved her panties beneath the sink. I turned on the faucet, washing my seed off. "Why did that fucker Clint have to get on the goddamn television and make me think it was even remotely okay to lust for my daughter?"

I dropped the wet panties into the hamper and strode out of the bathroom, feeling guilty and elated all at the same time. I wished I had the courage to do as Clint suggested: to love who I wanted. But my wife would kill me. My daughter would freak out. I'd be fired from my job. Probably go to jail.

Too much to lose.

Better to try and forget it.

Rachel padded by and rubbed my belly as she passed. "You're looking happy."

"Oh, well, in a good mood," I said. I should be lusting after her. Rachel wasn't bad looking. She wasn't as tight and toned as our daughter, but she had the same round face as Candy. "Going to get that barbecue put in today."

"Right," she said rolling her eyes. "You'll get halfway through it and then I'll spend the next two months complaining about it."

"Which means it'll still be ready before summer."

She rolled eyes and shook her head. Candy stepped out of her bedroom holding a pile of clothes in her hand, a pair of blue panties peeking out. She headed for the bathroom. I swallowed. Was she going to be changing her panties again?

"Hi, Daddy," she said, smiling at me. "Glad you're finally out of the bathroom. Got to shower and get over to Susan's."

"Uh-huh," I said, trying not to track my daughter's ass. Rachel was nearby. My cock was getting hard. If Candy was changing her panties again there would be another fresh pair in there.

I swallowed as she vanished inside the bathroom. She'd be changing into those light-blue ones when she came out. What was in there right now? I groaned and forced myself to head down the stairs. I had to stop jerking off in her panties.

I knew when I broke for lunch, I'd find an excuse to enjoy them. I was addicted to the rush of sliding them up and down my cock. It was as close as I could get to the real thing.

* * *

March 23rd, 2026 -- Jaiden Walsh

"Finally," I groaned as Mom headed off to work. "I thought she wasn't ever going to leave."

My sister, Alysha, was lying on her stomach on the couch playing on her phone. She wore a pair of boy shorts that hugged her cute rump, the plaid fabric looking great on her dark body. She smiled at me and wiggled it in invitation.

"Let's get spring break started off right!" she moaned.

It had been a year since we'd finally hooked up. Last spring break, our attraction for each other had finally exploded. We were enjoying each other. Loving each other. Getting it on with each other. Who cared that she was my little sister. That it was incest.

That crazy White guy, Clint Elliston, said this shit was okay, and I knew I fucking loved it. No girl ever turned me on like my little sister. I had more than my share at high school and now college, but then along came Alysha and I was lost to the joys of her pussy.

I pounced on my sister. I pressed into her back. I ground my cock into her, loving the feel of her rump beneath me. She groaned and squirmed beneath me. She thrust her phone on the counter as I nuzzled into her ear. I kissed and nibbled, loving the feel of her wiggling beneath me.

Teasing me.

Exciting me.

"Mmm, Jaiden," she moaned. "God, I'm so wet. Spring break is the best. Shame Mom can't go out of town for a week."

"Or that we could if we had the money," I said. "I'd take you anywhere. Call you my girlfriend and fuck you hard. No one would know we were committing incest."

"Ooh, I like how you think," she moaned and then she squealed. "God, I'm so wet. And you're hard."

I pressed my cock into her ass. "How did you know?"

She burst into laughter. "Oh, I don't know, there was a little sign."