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Story Codes: Female/Teen female, Male/Teen female, Teen male/Female, Incest< Mind Control, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Creampie, Virgin

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

I left my husband making love to June in the nursing room of our church. It was a private, dark room with tinted windows that looked out on the worship hall. You couldn’t see in, but you could see out. The potluck was being held in the fellowship hall, leaving hardly anyone around in the rest of the building.

It was so hot knowing my husband was finally making love to our youngest. Fourteen and nubile, June was ready for her daughter’s love. I didn’t know what seemed to be dancing in the air at church this Sunday, but I wasn’t the only one embracing incest.

I didn’t feel any of the guilt I usually did at my fantasies of Dean fucking our two daughters. Especially our baby girl. I had never admitted them to my husband once. The closest I came was pretending to be our daughter when we made love the other night.

Now he was actually doing it. This was amazing.

But it was my other daughter that had attracted my attention. Dusk (real name Eve) sulked on one of the pews. She was at that age when everything seemed the end of the world. Seventeen and bursting with hormones. I knew just the thing she needed.

Some Daddy D in her. Dick was definitely the best cure for moping. Whenever I was down, why, a good orgasm on my husband’s cock perked me right up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sinking down beside her on the hard pew. My voice echoed through the empty room. I shivered, my pussy soaked beneath my modest dress. On the outside, I looked like any church wife, if one who could pass for an eighteen-year-old girl thanks to my petite figure. “Huh?”

“It’s Brett,” she said.

Brett was the bad boy who lived up the street. I wasn’t thrilled that Dusk was hanging out with him, but it was understandable. Had they had sex? It wouldn’t be surprising given her age. She could do better than him, but if I told her that, why, she would rebel.

My mother still hated Dean to this day.

“What happened with Brett?” I asked. He attended our church, too, but I knew it wouldn’t be for much longer. It was inertia keeping him here. He’d grown up in the church, so he kept coming, but soon he’d break free and find his own life. It happened a lot with the young people.

“He’s just so boring,” groaned Dusk. “I thought he was great, and then yesterday when I was at his house, I thought we were going to do it. Go all the way. But… I just got so bored I came home instead and had dinner with the family.”

That had been strange. Dusk eating dinner with us on a Saturday. She hadn’t done that in a few years.

“I’ve been thinking of… of…” She squirmed.

“Your father?” I asked, my arm tightening around her shoulder.

Dusk looked at me, her strawberry blonde hair, gathered in pigtails like my own (I wasn’t sure why my eldest daughter and I had decided to copy June’s hairstyle) swayed. One fell over my bare arm, tickling my skin. “He ran off with June.”

“Wish he’d run off with you?” I asked. I grinned at her. “I don’t mind sharing my daughters with him. He’s a great man.”

“What?” gasped Dusk. This look of shock rippled through her.

“What’s wrong with incest?” I asked her.

“Well, nothing,” she said. Her brow furrowed. “It just feels so right. At church of all places. That’s so weird.”

I shrugged. “Sometimes you just realize things and it doesn’t matter where you are. So… You want him.”

“Yes,” Dusk groaned. “But… but…”

“He’s with June right now.” I leaned in. “He’s making love to her. He’s got his cock in her pussy. Took her cherry. You want him to do that, too?”

“Yes,” Dusk groaned. This feverish light entered her green eyes behind her dainty glasses.

“Then let’s go,” I said, standing up. Glad I could do my mom thing and cheer up my eldest daughter. You had to make sacrifices for your children, like sharing them with your husband.

It was such a sexy sacrifice to make.

Dusk took my offered hand. She swallowed as I pulled her to her feet. She was such a sexy girl. Those dreams I had last night, the ones of our family orgy, swept through me. I had made love to Dusk in them. She’d eaten out my pussy and I devoured hers.

Now… now those dreams could be reality.

I led her down the aisle. She shuddered, her hand gripping mine. She adjusted her glasses with her other hand, sliding the dainty frames up the bridge of her nose. Her breasts rose and fell in her tight top. She had the largest tits in the family, ripe C’s.

Our skirts swished about our thighs. My pussy grew hotter and hotter in my panties as I brought her to the nursing room door. I pushed my daughter up against it. She shivered and pressed her ear against the wood.

“Hear them,” I asked, my eyes falling on her shapely rump as Dusk trembled.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Is that really June making those noises. She sounds so grown up. Oh, my, she’s really, really enjoying herself.”

“So will you,” I promised, my hands drawing up my daughter’s skirt. “Let me know when they finish.”

“Yes, Mom,” Dusk whimpered.

I drew up her skirt enough to slip my hand between her thighs. I climbed up and up, so aware that anyone could catch us. But it was incest, so was this really wrong? I could do things with my seventeen-year-old daughter.

My hand reached the apex of her thighs. I pressed my hand against the sodden crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her twat, feeling her juices soaking through. Her cream bled through. She whimpered, her ear pressed tight against the door.

This was so naughty. My own cunt clenched, a wicked heat washing through me. My fingers stroked up and down my daughter’s twat, pressing the fabric into her pussy lips. Dusk sucked in a deep breath.

“Mmm, did Mommy find your clit?” I asked, massaging that spot. I could just feel it through the cloth.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, god, Mom, this is as hot as my dream.”

“I bet,” I cooed.

It was so hot rubbing at her clit through her panties. I squeezed my thighs together, my nipples throbbing in my bra. I stroked my daughter’s bud in slow circles. She breathed heavily against the door as she listened to Dean and June.

I hoped he was making our baby girl cum hard in there.

I would make Dusk explode.

My fingers slid to the side. I had to touch her pussy directly. I had to feel my daughter’s cunt. I made her in my womb. My husband’s seed had planted in me. I groaned, my body shuddering. I found the leg hole of her panties and pulled it aside.

My digits slid through my daughter’s wispy bush to find her wet lips. She gasped as I stroked up and down her cunt. I caressed her, loving her juice soaking my digits. She felt so hot and silky. I loved touching my daughter.

“Mom, Mom!” she groaned, her hips wiggling. “Ooh, you’re making me feel like Daddy’s making June.”

I doubted that. I didn’t have a big dick to fuck my daughter with. But Dusk would get her turn. Dean had stamina.

My thumb found Dusk’s naked clit. She gasped. I massaged her bud and caressed her hot pussy lips. I didn’t try to penetrate her. Dean deserved that treat. He was the man of the family. I was more than a tad old-fashioned. I loved being a homemaker. A wife.

A naughty mother.

“Mom!” groaned Dusk. “Oh, god, Mom, you’re going to make me cum if you do that.”

“Good,” I cooed, sliding my fingers up and down her pussy lips. “I want you gasping. Cumming. I want to hear your passion echoing through the air.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she hissed as I massaged her clit. “Oh, June’s moaning real loud. I think… I think Dad’s cumming in her. Yes!”

My daughter trembled. Her hot pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. I shivered, my own twat clenching just knowing that Dean was dumping his seed in our little girl’s deflowered pussy. If he knocked her up…

That would be so hot. I would love it if he bred our daughters. Incest was so hot. So right. Fathers were meant to make love to their daughters. Just like mothers were. I massaged Dusk through her orgasm, my cunt on fire. I would have so much fun.

“They’re finishing up!” Dusk groaned. “Oh, Mom, they’re kissing. He did it. He came in her.”

“Then let’s join them,” I said, pulling my fingers from her pussy. They dripped with her juices. I popped them into my mouth. I sucked on them one by one, savoring the tart taste of my daughter’s pussy cream.

Dusk opened the door, trembling.

There was a squeal of shock. A grunt from my husband. Dusk, her voice more girlish than I heard in years, said, “Daddy, can you take my virginity, too?”

“Yes,” Dean groaned as he pulled away from June. His cock popped out hard and gleaming with her pussy juices. “I would be happy to.”

“Just like in my dreams,” my eldest daughter whispered. I smiled, glad she’d been dreaming of this like I had. Incest was amazing.

“Mom, Mom, I did it!” June gushed. She hopped up to her feet naked, her little titties jiggling. She darted to me, brown pigtails bouncing. She stopped before me, her small boobies quivering. They were like mine, tiny A cups. So cute. “I have Daddy’s cum in me!”

“Mmm, then I better lick you clean,” I said, salivating to devour my daughter.

June gaped at me. “You can do that?”

“Uh-huh,” I purred to her. “Mommies should always lick their daughters clean after they’ve been fucked by their daddies. How does that sound?”

“Daddy licked my pussy and it felt so awesome!” She bounced before me, the fourteen-year-old cutie full of energy. “Let’s do it!”

As Dusk kissed her father with hunger, I pushed my youngest down onto a seat. I fell to my knees before her. I shoved my hand between my thigh. I had to frig myself as I enjoyed this. An incestuous creampie.

Just like the ones I’d eaten in my dreams last night.

June’s pussy gaped open. Her vulva was red from being fucked, her pussy lips gleaming. My husband’s pearly cum leaked out of her depths. Smacking my lips, I ducked my head down and pressed my mouth right into my daughter’s cunt.

I licked up the incestuous mix.

I groaned at that wonderful mix of her fresh cream and his salty seed. I closed my eyes and reveled in it while my baby girl moaned out in delight. She trembled on the chair, her thighs squeezing around my face while she made the cutest sounds.

She was so sexy. So gorgeous. I loved my daughter’s cunt and licked out all my husband’s cum.

I hoped he bred her.

My fingers pushed aside the gusset of my panties to rub with feverish intensity at my cunt. I frigged myself hard and fast. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, the delight blazing through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, thrusting my tongue into her pussy as my fingers buried into my snatch.

“Mommy! Mommy!” gasped my precious June. “Oh, Mommy, this is amazing! Oh, yes, yes, you’re driving me wild! Mommy! Mommy! Yes, yes, that’s it. That’s just perfect! Oh, Mommy, lick out all of Daddy’s spunk.”

I stared up at her blue eyes. Her angelic face twisted with bliss. My tongue dug through her pussy, scooping out all the cum I could find while my fingers thrust into my juicy snatch. My cunt squeezed around my digits, pleasure rippling through me.

I moaned into my daughter’s cunt. Groaned. I feasted on her with feverish intensity. All my fantasies were coming true. Dusk moaned in the background while June whimpered above me. She shuddered, her small breasts jiggling and swaying.

“Mommy!” she moaned. “Oh, Mommy, yes!”

“I know,” I groaned and thrust my tongue even deeper into her twat. I scooped out the last of her father’s cum I could find.

So now I just ate my baby girl. I gave her all the passion I could. My digits thrust into my pussy, into the very hole that birthed this sexy, underage girl trembling before me. I reveled in her wispy pubic hair rubbing on my face. On her fresh juices spilling down my chin.

The heel of my hand ground on my clit. It massaged that naughty bud. Sparks of delight flew from my cunt. I groaned, the rapture surging through me. I groaned, the heat building and building in my cunt with every plunge of my wicked digits into my pussy. I stirred myself up.

I gave myself all the bliss I could.

My orgasm built and built as my tongue fluttered up and down my daughter’s pussy lips. I found her clit. She gasped. Her small titties jiggled. Her pigtails danced around her face as she groaned towards the bliss of her impending climax. Her little squeaks and moans echoed through the air.

They were such a hot delight to hear. To witness. Her thighs squeezed around my face. I felt her orgasm building while my own swelled. I hovered on the verge of exploding with incestuous delight as my tongue danced around my little girl’s clit.

I just needed the signal to cum.

I had to make my baby girl orgasm.

I sucked on her clit. My left hand thrust up and slammed two fingers into my baby girl’s deflowered depths. She gasped. Her cunt squeezed down around me. She bucked and moaned, her eyes so wide. She whimpered out in delight.

“Oh, Mommy, yes!” she howled. Her pussy went wild around my digits.

I made my baby girl cum.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around my thrusting digits. My hot juices bathed my hand as her fresh cream gushed from her cunt. I drank down my baby girl’s incestuous passion as the shock wave of rapture swept through my body and struck my mind. Stars burst across my vision while June howled out her ecstasy.

The pleasure rushed out of my snatch. My fingers thrust deep into my convulsing twat while I lapped up all of my baby girl’s juices. She bucked and howled, squirming in her seat. Passion consumed her face.

Just like it had in my dreams. This felt so familiar. Like I’d eaten out her pussy full of my husband’s cum before.

Which was silly. She just lost her virginity to him.

I hit the peak of my orgasm. I rubbed my face into my daughter’s twat as I heard my husband’s grunts and groans. He was enjoying our other daughter. This happy thrill ran through me. My family had embraced incest.

It was a miracle.

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Eve “Dusk” Michaels

As Mom took June over to eat her out, I trembled in my embrace with Dad. His lips were on mine. I couldn’t believe how right this felt. My arms slid around his neck, clinging to him. He was naked. Sexy. His hard cock rubbed at my belly through my dress.

I needed him in me right now. I had to feel my daddy’s cock in my pussy.

I pushed him back. He blinked and gasped, “Dusk?”

“I want you to be in me, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing harder. He sank down on a chair. He grinned at me, his cock thrusting up. He was hard and covered in June’s juices.

Mom was eating June out. That was so hot. I ducked my head down and licked at my father’s cock. I tasted the little munchkin’s fresh juices on his dick. I shuddered, savoring the naughty taste melting across my tongue. It was such a thrill. Then I reached the tip, flicked past it.

His cock quivered. He groaned.

This surge shot through me. This power. Dad wanted me. He ached for my youthful flesh. My seventeen-year-old body trembled. Heat rippled through me. I wanted him, too. I ached to impale my cunt down his dick. I needed to feel his cock reaching into the depths of my pussy and fucking me hard. It would be so incredible.

I reached beneath my skirt and grabbed my panties. I straightened up and slid them out from beneath my dress. Hunger gleamed in his thighs as he watched me. He was sitting there, letting me strip naked, aching for me to do this my way.

He wanted me to enjoy this.

“Daddy,” I moaned, bending over again to push my panties past my knees. My mouth came close to his cock.

I sucked on the tip for a moment, nursing on it like a lollipop. The flavor of my little sister’s fresh cunt mixed with this other flavor. Salty. Exciting. Was that his precum? A hot shiver ran through me as my panties fell to my feet.

I straightened up, working the panties off my feet. Then I straddled him. My church dress rustled. A hot shiver ran through me. I was losing my virginity at church. I was embracing incest. What would the preacher think of me? My friends.

Why, they might think church wasn’t the right spot, but it was incest. They had to know it was right. Like I did. They had to understand how amazing and beautiful it was. A hot and heady thrill ran through me.

So amazing. So beautiful.

I pressed my cunt down on my father’s cock. Losing my virginity didn’t even hurt. I didn’t even feel my hymen tear. Nothing stopped me from enjoying Daddy’s dick. I gasped as my pussy lips engulfed the tip of his shaft.

I sank and sank down him. He groaned as he took more and more of my pussy. My cunt embraced my daddy’s dick. I swallowed all of him. I bottomed out on him and groaned in delight. He was all the way in me. He filled me up.

“Daddy!” I moaned, my throaty pleasure rippling through the air. “I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, Dusk,” he groaned. “God, you’re gorgeous. I love feeling your pussy on my dick again.”

I giggle. “You make it sound like you’ve enjoyed my pussy before, Daddy.”

Something almost like panic flashed across his face. “Just in my dreams, Dusk.”

“Mine, too,” I purred and kissed him.

His lips claimed mine. His strong hands gripped my ass through my skirt. I squirmed, my legs pressed around his body, squeezed into the chair he sat on. It was a tight fit. I shuddered at how perfect this felt. His cock was in me. So big and thick.

I had to ride him.

I slid up his cock, my pussy squeezing around his shaft. The friction created intense pleasure. Exquisite delight. I groaned as I rose higher and higher up his dick. I broke the kiss with my father to whimper out my bliss as I savored at just how amazing his cock was.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I purred. “Mmm, your dick is huge.”

He grinned at me as I sank down his cock again. “You’re so tight. You feel incredible, Dusk.”
I squealed in delight as I slid up him again, his hands gripping my ass. He kneaded my rump. My hips wiggled. I stirred his cock around inside of me. That felt incredible. I moaned louder at the bliss surging through me.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he panted as I sank down him all the way. “Just ride me like that.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I cooed.

I squeezed my cunt around him, reveling in his girth filling me up. This wild and wonderful rush rippled through me as I worked my pussy up and down his dick. I made love to my daddy’s cock. I stared into his dark eyes behind his glasses. He was such a sexy man.

Older. Mature. Not like that boring Brett. What did I ever see in that boy?

I had no idea. But I had my daddy now.

I hardly heard June’s squeals as Mom ate her out. I was focused on Daddy. His cock. My pussy sliding up and down his girth. The bliss. The rapture of this moment. It was incredible. Outstanding. I reveled in it. The pleasure built and built as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

Faster. Harder.

I kissed him. Our tongues dueled as my pussy worshiped his cock. I took him in me again and again. I reveled in it. The bliss flowed through me as my orgasm built and built. I would cum on my daddy’s dick. I would explode on him.

He broke the kiss, panting, “Dusk! Dusk!”

“Is my pussy making you feel good, Daddy?” I whimpered, pressing my forehead against his. Our glasses nudged together. I inherited my nearsightedness from him. “Yes, yes, Daddy! I love you.”

“My sweet and sexy Dusk!” he groaned, his fingers digging into my rump. “Work that pussy. Slam that cunt down my dick. I’m going to cum in you. Spill my seed in you.”

“Yes!” I whimpered, my orgasm building so fast. “I’m so close Daddy. I love you so much. You’re the best daddy in the world!”

“You think that?” he panted. “Because you think incest is right?”

“Because I love you, Daddy!” I kissed him hard.

His fingers squeezed into my ass. He slammed me down his cock. His shaft thrust so deep into me. My pussy drank in the friction. The wild pleasure of his cock soared through me. That hot bliss rippled out of me. I gasped and shuddered. My pussy went wild around his dick. I came on him.

My cunt spasmed and writhed around my daddy’s big cock.

The pleasure surged through me. The incestuous rush consumed me. It slammed into my mind. It drowned me in rapture. I bucked on his lap, my tongue dancing and dueling with his while my pussy massaged his shaft. Sucked at him.

I broke the kiss to howl, “Daddy, Daddy, cum in me!”

“Yes!” he growled and erupted.

His cum fired into my spasming pussy. Wild spurts of jizz basted my cunts walls. I gasped and bucked as he flooded me with all his passion. My head tossed back and forth. My breasts heaved in my Sunday dress. My glasses slipped on my nose. The sparks burst across my thoughts.

This was so incredible.

“I love you, Daddy!” I howled as my orgasm blazed through my thoughts. “Give me all your cum!”

“Yes, yes, it’s so amazing!” June moaned from my right. She and Mom had finished. They were both watching Daddy cum in me.

“He is, munchkin!” I howled as my orgasm hit that wonderful peak. My pussy milked my daddy dry. I wrung out every drop of his cum.

“Dusk!” he panted. “Damn, Dusk, I love cumming in you.”

What a perfect day. Church had never been hotter.

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Natalie Meyers

The taste of my son’s cum filled my mouth. I savored that salty delight, my body trembling with desire for him. We were in the single-use men’s room at my church. I was so glad I’d followed my friend’s words. Kimmie had given me great advice.

That desire to suck my son’s cock, which had been growing in me since this morning, had been satisfied. I blew my sixteen-year-old boy on the toilet. Now he was to learn how to please a woman. I would teach him everything.

With Kevin’s father, I was the submissive. I pleased my husband. With my mouth. My pussy. Even my asshole. But now I was in charge. I was Kevin’s mother. His blue eyes stared up at me with hunger in them. But also with nervousness. He was a virgin. He had to learn.

“Mmm,” I purred, reaching behind me to unzip my dress. “You’re going to eat Mommy’s pussy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mom,” he groaned.

“Mommy,” I corrected. “When we’re alone, I’m Mommy.”

“Yeah… Mommy,” he said, his voice throaty, that wavering baritone of a young man maturing into adulthood.

I shuddered. He hadn’t called me mommy since he was a child. This was so wild. So naughty. I was so glad incest made sense to me. A mother had to teach her son how to please a woman. To get him ready for his own wife and to start a family.

This wasn’t cheating on my husband—I’d never do that—this was just something I had to do for our son. Mitch would have to understand that if he ever learned. But it was naughty keeping it a secret. Something only Kevin and I knew about.

Samantha, my daughter, should be learning about sex from her father. I had to arrange that.

My dress fell off my body. My son stared at me in my slip. It clung to me, the creamy silk clinging to my body. I wiggled my hips, my slip rustling about my thighs. His hands flexed. He licked his lips. He wanted to touch me.

“Now take off my panties,” I told him, staring into those blue eyes. They were my husband’s eyes, but they had never looked up at me like that. Not dominating eyes, but submissive eyes. A boy’s eyes.

“Yes, Mommy,” he groaned.

His hands grabbed my thighs. I felt his nervousness as he slid his hands up and up beneath my slip. I gave him a reassuring smile, letting him know that he was doing just fine. His fingers brushed my panties. He hooked them. Dragged them down.

I groaned as he slid them off my hips and rump. This wild heat shot through me. My back arched, my breasts jiggling beneath my slip, my bra clutching them. My son pulled my panties further and further down, rolling them down my thighs. They emerged from beneath my slip.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just like that,” I breathed. I grabbed the hem of my slip and drew it up.

His eyes arrested on my crotch. He groaned, hunger blazing in his eyes. I grinned, loving the power I had over my eager son. His eyes were locked on my pussy. He stared with such hunger at me. His tongue flicked over his lips, salivating for me. Panting with such hunger.

Lord, it was sexy.

Then I revealed my black curls, My thick bush. He groaned, his breath washing over my hairs, rustling them like a breeze through the woods. I felt it on my pussy lips next. The warmth caressed over them.

Incestuous passion rushed through me.

“Mommy,” he croaked.

“Mmm, yes, yes, you’re going to learn to love Mommy’s pussy,” I purred, clutching my slip in my hands. I drew it higher, exposing my flat stomach and then my breasts in my white bra. The underwire support lifted my tits into two generous mounds. “You’re going to learn to love all of Mommy.”

“Yes.”

He peeled my panties down and then I was stepping out of them. The rush shot through me. This felt so right. Why had I ever thought incest was wrong? How could something as beautiful as teaching my son how to love a woman ever be wrong?

“Now just press your face into my bush,” I said. “And kiss my pussy. Get used to the taste of a woman.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

He leaned forward and nuzzled into my pussy. I shuddered at the feel of his breath washing through my bush to rustle against my cunt. That heady rush of heat washed through my body. My large breasts swayed. They jiggled as his hands gripped my hips tight.

His lips kissed my cunt.

I almost came just from that contact. He kissed me again, this heady rush shooting through me. My son smooched at my pussy, his face buried in my pubic hair. I quivered there, breasts jiggling in my bra.

“Just like that,” I cooed, reaching behind me to unhook the bra. “Kiss Mommy’s pussy. Mmm, yes, yes, you like the taste, right?”

“Love it, Mommy,” he groaned, his blue eyes staring up at me past my bra-clad breasts.

I smiled at him and then unfastened my bra. I shrugged the straps off my shoulders. He kissed my pussy harder as he watched the cups slip away from my large breasts. They spilled out and swayed heavily. They had a ripe shape. Bountiful.

He groaned into my bush. I shuddered as he kissed harder. I wiggled my hips as the pleasure and delight rippled through me. My breasts jiggled. He loved the sight of my big tits. I grinned down at him, my heart pounding.

“Mmm, now you need to use that tongue of yours. Lick Mommy’s pussy.”

His tongue flicked out and caressed up my slit. Not hard, just a light graze. His father devoured my pussy. When Mitch ate me out, he let me know he mastered my cunt. My son had to learn all of that. A naughty shiver rippled through me.

“Lick harder,” I purred. “Slide your tongue between my pussy lips. Part them. Caress my inner petals.”

He did just that. He caressed through my folds. It was incredible to enjoy. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in my son’s hunger for my pussy. He caressed my labia. His tongue did such naughty things to me. It was unskilled—even hesitant—but that had its own charm. A young man learning from his mother.

I gripped his head, his hair buzzed short. It rasped against my palms. I groaned, guiding where he licked. He was so malleable. I threw back my head, my big breasts bouncing as I enjoyed every moment of his tongue and lips rubbing on my pussy right where I wanted.

“Yes, yes, lick me harder right there,” I moaned, shuddering as his tongue did just that.

He fluttered through my folds, caressing me, building me towards that orgasm. I would have such a good one on his mouth. I would drown him. My fingers tightened around his head as I savored the incestuous delight rippling through me.

I shifted his head to my bud. “That’s my clitoris. My clit. Suck on it.”

He did.

“Oh, Kevin, yes!” I moaned, my breasts jiggling as he nursed on my bud. “Mmm, just like that. You’re doing sooooo good. Don’t stop. Oh, no, you want to love a woman’s clit with passion.”

He did. He nursed with force on it. I could feel his youthful passion for my bud. My breasts heaved as the pleasure spilled through me. Bursts of showering rapture filled my cunt. I shuddered, savoring every moment of his nursing.

I let him build and build my orgasms. My pussy growing juicier and juicier. His hands gripped my hips. So young and strong. My large breasts swayed from side to side, the bliss sweeping through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes, Kevin,” I panted. “Mmm, you’re doing such a good job. You’re going to make me explode but… but…” I moved his head, guiding his lips down my pussy to the right spot. “Thrust your tongue into me.”

His tongue rammed into my married depths. My son reached in deep. He fluttered around in me, stirring up my cunt. I groaned, his nose rubbing on my clit as he did it. I savored it, the heat swelling in me.

“That’s where you’re cock’s going to go!” I panted. “That’s where you came from. Oh, yes, yes, Mommy’s going to slide her pussy back down around you.”

He growled. His hands on my hips slid to my rump. He grabbed my ass, kneading me. He dug his fingers into me, pulling me tight against him. I shuddered. My breasts jiggled and swayed. Wild heat surged through me. My hips wiggled from side to side as the bliss built and built in my cunt. A surge of heat that would drown me.

It would be incredible.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I whimpered and groaned as his tongue danced around in me. His nose brushed my clit again. My cunt clamped down on his tongue. My moans echoed through the bathroom. This was so hot to do at church.

I was such a wicked mommy.

“Kevin!” I howled. “Suck on Mommy’s clit now! Make Mommy cum!”

His head jerked in my hands. He found my clit and latched on. He sucked with all his youthful passion. My son loved my cock. My bud. My cunt clenched. The rapture surged through me. I whimpered and moaned.

My pussy gushed juices. They spilled into my son’s hungry mouth. The waves of euphoria sloshed through my body and drowned my mind. Stars burst across my vision as my first incestuous orgasm consumed me.

“Kevin!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, you made Mommy cum so hard! Oh, Kevin, you did!”

“Mommy!” he growled into my pussy.

I shuddered through the bliss. I rode it as the rapture carried me higher and higher. I savored it, climbing and climbing towards those amazing peaks. My breasts heaved. They smacked together, my flesh rippling.

“Kevin!” I moaned. I had to have him in me.

I pushed his head from my pussy. He stared up at me, his blue eyes wild. My pussy cream smeared across his face. His cock thrust up hard from his crotch. I groaned and straddled him. I lowered myself to him, squatting. My large breast pressed into his face.

“Mommy,” he groaned and rubbed his pussy-coated lips and chin into my heavy tits. His hands grabbed them. Squeezed them.

“Just like that,” I moaned, grabbing his cock and holding his twitching dick steady so I could have my boy in me once again. The ultimate love a mother could share for her son. “Oh, Mommy’s going to ride your cock!”

I felt the tip nudging into my pussy lips. Then I sank down him. I gasped as my cuntlips spread over and around his dick. This amazing rush surged through me. I whimpered as I sank down him. I took more and more of my son’s cock into my pussy.

I gasped as I bottomed out on him. His shaft reached so deep into me. I groaned, rubbing my breasts into his face. I savored having my son all the way back in my pussy again. Stretching me out, filling me. It was incredible.

Incest was amazing.

I flexed my thighs. My cunt squeezed about his dick as I rose up him. He groaned into my tits. I moaned, my passion echoing through the room. The stimulation felt amazing. I reached the pinnacle of his cock. I swirled my hips from side to side and then slammed my cunt back down him again. I swallowed his dick.

The pleasure surged through me. I groaned as the bliss swept through my body. I shuddered in delight, my cunt clenching around his dick. I worked my hips from side to side, stirring him around in me. He felt so good in me.

“Mommy loves her big, strong son!” I moaned and slammed down him again. The words were so naughty to say. It made me feel so wicked and wanton.

“Mommy!” he groaned. His fingers dug into my tits. “Shit, that’s good.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, swear during sex!” I panted. “Mommy made you into a man. You’re going to fire all that cum into Mommy’s pussy.”

“Yes!” he groaned as I rose back up him.

I slammed down my son’s cock. My pussy drank in the friction. I bottomed out on him, grinding my clit into his crotch. The pleasure burst through me. I groaned at the wild surge of heat. It felt incredible radiating out of me.

My hips stirred around my son. Then I slid up him again. He groaned as I climbed up and up his dick. He pulled his face from my tits, staring up at me with hunger in his eyes. His hands grabbed my ass now, squeezing me.

“Damn, Mommy!” he gasped, his confidence growing and growing. Already, he was working my pussy up and down his cock. My cunt clenched about him, letting him assist. “I’m going to cum so hard in your pussy.”

“Yes!” I groaned. “I want it all. Flood Mommy’s pussy with your seed. Then you’ll be a man. Mommy’s big, strong son.”

I kissed Kevin. I groaned at the flavor of my tangy pussy on his mouth. I loved that flavor on his father’s lips, and it was so sexy tasting it on my son’s. My pussy clenched around him as I slammed down his cock. He reached so deep into me, stimulating me, building and building my pleasure.

His fingers tightened on me. My tongue thrust into his mouth. I danced and swirled around, loving every moment of kissing him. My pussy grew hotter and hotter around his cock. I slid up him. His fingers dug into my rump.

I slammed down my son’s cock. He growled and ripped his lips away. “Mommy!”

Kevin fired his seed into my unprotected pussy. With my husband’s vasectomy, I didn’t need birth control. I could be getting bred. I gasped and then my climax swept over me. My pussy went wild around my son’s spurting cock, working out his jizz, eager to fill it.

“Yes, yes, flood Mommy with all your fertile seed!” I howled, the waves of pleasure surging through my body.

A tsunami of bliss swept through my mind. My thoughts drowned in the incestuous rapture as spurt after spurt of my son’s cum pumped into my cunt. I bucked on him, rubbing my tits against him as I gasped out my delight.

“Mommy loves you!” I moaned, my cunt writhing about his dick.

I stared down into his eyes, loving the intensity in those blue depths. His fingers dug into my rump as he pumped me full of his spunk. My orgasm carried me towards the peak of my bliss. I hovered there.

As the last of my son’s cum fired into me, I kissed him with hunger. My orgasm died down to buzzing bliss. His cock felt so amazing in me. I could never give this up. I loved fucking my big, strong son.

I had to help my husband teach our daughter. He needed to enjoy her. Then I could kiss his mouth and taste Samantha’s pussy cream on his lips. Or I could suck his cock and revel in her taste. These wicked and wanton desires surged through me.

We would be so much closer as a family.

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Dean Michaels

Our family dressed after that wicked foursome in the nursing room.

Activating the incest protocol went far, far better than I could have possibly imagined. It was outstanding. I grinned, so glad that I didn’t have to worry about my wife and daughters ever going out of the range of the device. I could just let the idea that incest was okay stay in their minds.

It made me think about the other protocol I had created. Acceptance…

It was so hot that they were into family love. It was incredible. I barely had to use it. I almost didn’t even need it for my family. But what about others? My dick throbbed at the idea. Every member of my church, plus anyone who wandered into the range of the mind-control device, would now think that incest was something natural. Something they should even desire.

“That was so much fun!” June said, almost skipping ahead of us.

“It was, munchkin,” Dusk said, using the nickname for her sister without the usual mocking bite to it. A true term of endearment. It was like how things were last night. Those two getting along as they loved each other. “We should go home and relax.”

“Mmm, that could be fun,” purred my wife. Kimmie clung to my arm, her red hair in pigtails, matching June and my wife. That was another protocol I had active at the house. A test one, something harmless to make sure it was working.

“I just have to go shopping,” I said as we entered the fellowship hall. “Need to buy some parts.”

“More tinkering?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s going great. But it’ll be a few hours. We can skip Sunday evening service.”

“Yes!” June said, grinning for joy.

As we passed through the fellowship hall to say our goodbyes to the other members of the church, I couldn’t help but notice how close the other families were. The teenagers were sticking around the parents, especially daughters around their fathers. I spotted Mitch Meyers with his arm around his daughter Samantha’s shoulder. I didn’t even spot Natalie and their son.

My wife had a naughty grin on her lips when she asked Mitch if he knew where Natalie was. It was like my wife already knew. My dick throbbed. Were Natalie and Kevin embarking upon their own incestuous journey?

Damn, I caused that. Just like I gave several people yesterday a taste of incest during the testing. Those twin sisters. The mother and daughter. The Hispanic father and his daughter at the grocery store. Others.

This device gave me such a rush.

I definitely had to scrounge up more parts. I needed to build more of these mind-control devices. I was building the perfect family, but it could be better. The high school that I taught at needed some tweaking. And then there was the coffee house and the grocery store. I could install the devices everywhere, programming them all in different ways.

My dick was a slab of lead in my pants.

I nodded to Sam Shepherd with his arms around his twin, sixteen-year-old daughters. Reverend Peters and his wife had their fourteen-year-old daughter pressed between them, the family looking so close.

What would happen when they got home? Would they take the last plunge into incest?

I hoped so.

My family headed outside. I broke away from them. I drove my truck. It had my mind-control device in it. I unlocked it and opened the passenger door. My laptop battery was plugged into the device. The monitoring software told me the device had 24% battery life remaining. Thirty minutes. Two hours was the limit with the current supply. If I wired it into the power gird directly, it would be exciting.

I would need UPS, though, for power loss. An Uninterrupted Power Supply was a battery that could keep the device powered in case of outages or fluctuations in the current through a wall outlet. It could also shut down the device in a certain way if I programmed things right. Have the device send out final commands to keep anything weird from happening while it was off. Like the amnesia protocol to wipe the last set of orders from people’s minds.

I started typing on the device to shut it down. I didn’t run the amnesia protocol. In theory, they should all still think incest was fine after I shut it down. I took in a deep breath and turned off the machine.

“Hey, Dad.”

I jumped and whirled to find Dusk standing behind me. She pushed up her glasses, staring at me with this hungry look in her eyes. She grabbed my hand in a way that didn’t feel like a daughter. Then she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips.

Incest still accepted. Another successful test.

Dusk broke the kiss and said, “Mind if I tag along?”

“Uh…” I blinked. “I’m going to a few computer parts stores. I thought you hated those places.”

“Maybe I just want to spend some time with my daddy,” she said, pressing against me. Her glasses sparkled. “Anything wrong with that?” I felt the side of her breast. Then her hand rubbed on my cock through my slacks.

“Nothing at all,” I panted. “Okay, okay, let’s go.”

To be continued…

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