Chapter 1: Allie

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: Allie - Allie can't have any more babies, even though she and husband John would like another. In a moment of delight as he fills her pussy, she has the idea of getting her son to fuck her eldest daughter pregnant. Perhaps, she reasons, if she were to get him addicted to bareback sex and then somehow contrived to get him up close and personal with Danni, maybe nature would take its course? There's another member of the family, Rachel, who hasn't yet reached menarche, as far as anyone knows...

My son celebrated being sixteen by learning how to jack-off. Or perhaps he'd learned sooner. Nevertheless, he was sixteen when I caught him spraying the glass walls of the shower with a very adequate amount of his virile seed.

I hadn't intended any more than to use the loo, and hadn't realised he was in there, quietly beating off. Anyway, as I pulled my skirt up, panties down, and sat on the toilet seat, it must have been too late for him to stop himself, and he grunted quietly while pulse after pulse of his baby batter splattered against the glass.

I felt my own, useless, pussy spritz as he did so, imagining all that warm, thick goop filling my vagina and womb. But what would be the point of that? My baby-bearing days are past – cervical cancer had ensured that I would have no more babies after Rachel. That had been fourteen years ago, previous to which John and I had produced Paul and Danielle, or Danni, who was nearly fifteen. Since Rachel was born, John and I had welcomed what had seemed like a rest from pregnancies and nappy-changing, so my failure to conceive only became serious when we had a hectic couple of months seizing every opportunity to make a new son or daughter – and apart from the pleasure of getting fucked in practically every room in the house – when the kids weren't there, of course – we finally decided to consult a gynaecologist. Very shortly afterwards, my infected womb was removed.

I still felt the need for another child. It wasn't until that unintentional witnessing of my son's virility that I decided on a course of action I knew most people would regard as reprehensible. I began by talking it over with John.

I chose my moment carefully, when he was deep inside me, his manly cock plugging away against my closed cervix.

'How badly do you want another child?' I asked him.

I could feel his cock thickening as he thrust harder into me. He shoved hard, grinding our pubic bones together, and kissed me before moving down to suckle on each breast.

'Allie ... Aaah! Aaah!'

He began to jerk against me before going rigid. I felt him pulse and throb his seed into me. It didn't quite get me off, but I enjoyed the moment. He rested for a moment, taking his weight on his elbows, before rolling us so we lay side by side, still connected.

'We talked about adoption before, Allie, ' he said. 'I thought we'd agreed that we were happy to have three lovely children, and could live without any more.'

'Uh-huh, ' I agreed. 'But I think I can find a way we could have another baby in the family. If I can, would you be okay with that?'

He shook his head in disbelief, but said he would.

'Leave it to me, then. Just support what I do and say.'

I felt his cock pulse again. That and the idea developing in my mind caused my pussy to milk for more of his spend. I felt his sperm begin to flow out between the walls of my pussy and his cock, as it slowly shrank to its usual modest dimensions. For once, I didn't want to wipe it up, enjoying the warm, slimy feeling spreading over my thighs.


By the early light of day, I knew what I had to do. I woke and wriggled gently out of the bed, feeling John's sperm still encrusting my thighs. Although we'd slept naked, I put on my short nightie before leaving the room.

I tiptoed along the hall, past the room shared by the girls, to Paul's, and let myself in quietly. I'd noticed how Paul's body had been developing – well! I'm a woman, so I would. His shoulders had broadened, and he'd packed muscle on in all the right places. In short, he was quite a hunk, with a curl of dark hair habitually falling over one eye and being brushed aside. In the manner of teenagers – the ones I knew, anyway – he was sprawled, naked, with most of the duvet on the floor, just enough on the bed to cover his lower legs and feet. This would be the tricky bit, I knew. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I lay beside him, with as much bodily contact as I thought possible. I let my fingers touch his circumcised cock, and felt it twitch. I continued to stimulate it lightly, resulting in the growth of a fine, upstanding erection which made my pussy moisten at the sight.

At the same time, with my other hand, I pressed my fingers into my hole, and wriggled them to encourage my juices, which I then smeared on Paul's cock. I began to slide my fist up and down the shaft, feeling the blood stiffen the organ even further.

Paul groaned and his eyes fluttered open, immediately locking on to the stiff nubbins crowning my breasts. I leaned forward, to brush his lips with a nipple, and was gratified when he instinctively opened his mouth and pressed forward to take more of it. His tongue washed the tip and he began to suck, sending jolts of electricity from my breast to my pussy, which generated the production of more juice.

I figured I had to make my next move before he woke up more and started to wonder what was going on. I got up on my knees and lifted a leg across him, then, holding his slippery prick still, I let myself down on it, feeling the large helmet latch onto my entrance, and push the lips open, spreading me as not even Paul's father could. I was beginning to realise I had a son who was quite exceptional in the cock department.

I felt him hit the back wall of my pussy. My clit was pressing against him and I could not help wriggling, which mashed my clit and caused his cock to move around inside me. My pussy spasmed and I felt an orgasm building. Paul's hands had moved up to cup both breasts, when his eyes jerked upwards and met mine.

'Mum!' he gasped, coming fully awake.

I smiled at him to let him know it was all right, then hunched my pussy hard against him while my orgasm grew.

'It's okay, Paul, ' I said to reassure him. 'Just enjoy fucking. You're only the second man, after your father, to fuck me. And, in case you were wondering, I'm enjoying this a lot. Are you?'

My pussy slid up and down his shaft, squeezing it and milking for his cum. At last, it seemed Paul had given in to his instinct, when he began humping up at me. His cock repeatedly punched at my cervix, and in return, my pussy spasmed around it.

'Oh, yes, ' he muttered.

'Good boy, ' I said, 'fuck me good. Squirt your cum in me – imagine you are making a baby.'

'Uh ... Uh ... Mum!' he grunted.

I felt his cock swelling and knew I was about to be filled with his seed.

'That's good, darling, just let it flow, ' I encouraged him.

A moment later, I felt the warm pulses of his spend bathing the insides of my pussy. It was bliss – I wished that I could have been impregnated, could have had his baby, but I couldn't. His elder sister was fertile, and as my pussy spasmed around him, milking for all it was worth, the orgasm that hit me was due to the thought that once I got Paul used to fucking, he would be more amendable to the idea of fucking Danni, and thus giving John and I the new baby we wanted.


I was somewhat flattered when his cock did not fully deflate. I raised myself off him, and slid down the bed until I was able to lick his slimy cock head, covered in, and smelling of, our combined juices. I opened my lips and licked him clean, before taking his shaft into my hungry mouth. I felt his hands resting lightly on the back of my neck while I worked at bringing him back to full hardness. When he was, rather than continue – which I'm sure would have resulted in a deluge of sperm in my belly – I rolled off him and encouraged him to climb between my spread legs.

I took his cock in my hand again, and tugged it to my opening. As I hoped, once he felt it lodged in my entrance, he slid fully home and began to fuck me most satisfactorily. Happily, he paused momentarily, to suck hard on my nipples, which made me even more receptive to his thrusts.

I must admit, I hadn't planned to fuck Paul any more than it took to addict him to the feeling of having his cock in a warm and welcoming pussy, but he was giving me enormous pleasure, with a prick that exceeded his father's in every dimension.

'Fuck me, Paul, darling, ' I muttered in his ear. 'Give it to me hard, love. God, you're so good!'

His response was to thrust more powerfully. Wonderful!

'Just think, ' I went on, 'if you were fucking a girl nearer to your own age, you could be fucking a baby into her. Would you like that?'

He pounded away for a moment, then stopped.

'Am I going to fuck a baby into you, Mum?'

'No, dear. You've no worries about getting me pregnant. Just have fun. You can fuck me any time without worrying about making a baby.'

He pounded away even harder. I was loving it.

'Really?' he gasped, 'I can't get you pregnant?'

'Like I said, Paul. You can't get me pregnant – you don't have to worry. But you could get your sisters pregnant – well, Danni, anyway – so you mustn't fuck them.'

I was working on the basis that Paul was a normal teenager, and would do what I forbade him doing. I put a bit more icing on the cake.

'Actually, Rachel hasn't got her period yet, so you couldn't get her pregnant if you tried ... but Danni is very fertile, so you mustn't fuck her like you're fucking me.' I jerked hard, forcing his prick deep. 'So any time you want to fuck, fuck me. Fuck me now, Paul!'

I felt his cock swell, and suddenly he jammed it hard into me, and I felt hot wetness as he filled me with his cum. My own orgasm swept upon me and I moaned in his ear as he continued filling me with his copious spooge, surge after sticky surge of life-giving sperm deep in my welcoming, but non-functioning, pussy.

'Just think, ' I said when I felt his pumping stop, 'if you'd done that in Danni you could already be a father.'

He grunted and I felt another injection of sperm.

'I daresay you'd enjoy that, but Danni wouldn't, if she knew.'

I wondered if he'd work out that I was suggesting he shouldn't mention the possibility of parenthood to Danni if he should fuck her. I guess I'd find out in time.

When he was through, we rolled onto our sides, and dozed off, his cock still plugged hard into my pussy. I remembered feeling the veins on it pulsing, as if he was still filling me with his seed, and then we both fell asleep.

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