Chapter 5

Sometime during the night, Chad had rolled onto his back with my leg still draped over his ripped body. Once I awoke, the realization that my son and I had made love hit me, filling me with warmth. It was like my life had started a new phase, and I looked forward to sharing it with the man I loved most in the world—my son.

Taking care not to awaken him, my hand lightly traveled across his hard, chiseled body, down to his cock. Shifting down, I leaned in and studied his magnificent prick. While cupping his low-hanging balls, my other hand wrapped around his prick, causing it to stiffen.

I marveled at his large, mushroom-shaped head and gently kissed it. I yearned to swallow his length until his spongy tip filled my throat. Measuring his girth with my fingers, I asked myself, “How in the hell did he not tear up my pussy, plunging that monster in and out of my body?”

When a drop of precum oozed from his piss-slit, I licked it off and my natural instincts took over, engulfing his spongy head. While I gently sucked, movement caught my eye. I withdrew and greeted Carol with a broad smile. She returned my gesture, while sexily showing off her curvy, nude body.

“Still playing with your newfound toy?” she asked, smirking.

I put my finger to my lips, signaling to her to not awaken my son. She laughed and responded, “A little late for that.”

When I shifted my gaze to Chad, he smiled and said, “I can keep pretending I’m asleep if that’s what it takes for you to play with my cock.”

We laughed, and Carol joined in, taking turns licking his prick. Carol’s eyes filled with lust as she raspily croaked, “Do you remember describing your masturbation session when you visualized me riding your son?”

The memories quickly filled my head, my pussy moistening from her suggestion.”Please show me,” I pleaded. “I’m certain Chad wouldn’t mind helping us out.”

“Hop aboard, Auntie,” Chad said, giggling. “Mom, the view would be better facing her. You do know that men enjoy eating pussy, too, don’t you?”

I smiled, straddled his face, and lowered my slick slot onto his face. He gripped my waist and after positioning me, his tongue lapped on my sensitive folds. Carol crawled on top of my son’s body, held his staff upright, and slowly descended his pole.

Her face scrunched up with delight as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his steel-hard prick. “Fuck!” she exclaimed. “Has his cock gotten bigger during the night? It’s going to take a bit until my pussy can take all of it.”

While she fucked the top half of his prick, her hands gripped his ribs, limiting the amount of cockmeat impaling her. Her expression was one of blissful pleasure as her pussy succumbed to his invading ram, while her walls coated his prick with her sex juices.

My son’s expertise at eating pussy was a pleasant surprise, filling me with jealousy and gratitude at the same time. Whoever had taught him was a lucky woman and I silently thanked her for training him, but selfishly, I wished I could have been the one to teach him.

He alternated between swirling his tongue around my sensitive, engorged lips, jabbing into my interior, and then swiping across my covered clit. His hands held and twisted my hips, while he expertly feasted on my horny pussy.

Watching Carol slam onto his groin with each downstroke made it even more exciting. Her smallish, perky tits bouncing up and down, while her black mound of fur meshing into his brown mat matched my fantasy perfectly. Reaching over, I squeezed her tits while she rode my son’s cock.

Carol’s petite body wildly thrashed and writhed, while she enjoyed the ride of her life. Every few minutes, her cute face crinkled with pleasure, while maintaining a frenetic pace. “Fuck!” Carol exclaimed. “It feels as if I’m having an orgasm every ten strokes or so. I could fuck your son forever. It feels like my cunt is a giant fault line and all these little quakes are taking the pressure off. What a glorious ride.”

“Sometimes the big one hits without warning. Kiss me,” I demanded. My son’s tongue had successfully coaxed my sensitive clit to emerge from its hiding place, driving me crazy with lust. My groans matched Carol’s as our bodies raced to an orgasm.

Without slowing her pumping, her mouth met mine. Our tongues battled, while I gazed into her lust-filled eyes. While one of my hands squeezed her tit, the other lowered to their joined groins. Finding her engorged clit, I squeezed it between my forefinger and thumb and held it against Chad’s pistoning prick. Her body shook and quivered from the intense shockwaves of pleasure.

When Chad felt my fingers gripping Carol’s clit he trapped mine between his lips. While he squeezed, his tongue flicked and licked my engorged pearl sending jolts of blissfulness through my body.

Releasing Carol’s mouth, I screamed, “Cum on my son’s cock!” Continuing to press her clit against my son’s shaft, I felt her convulsing pussy squeezing his prick, her hot juice coating my fingers. My pussy exploded soon after, flooding Chad’s mouth with my cum. He lapped up every drop of his mother’s sweet nectar.

Carol and I passionately kissed through our mutual orgasms, grunting into each other’s mouths.

When our bodies relaxed, Carol remained on top of Chad, her pussy filled with hard cock. Smiling widely, she purred, “That was amazing and as a bonus, he’s still hard. I owe you big time for my morning treat. Take my place while I prepare breakfast.”

My pussy throbbed, as I watched her slowly rise off his coated prick. When freed, his cock flopped onto his stomach with a hollow thud. She deftly extracted herself and left for the kitchen. I turned around, moved down, and guided his cum-coated cock into the entrance of my sopping slot. With one fell swoop, I impaled his steely rod, my body swallowing the entirety of my son’s wonderful prick.

I was in seventh heaven, gripping his strong body, while I twisted and gyrated my hips in a circular motion, using his hard cock to stir my boiling pot. Our eyes gazed into each other’s souls, communicating the deep love we held for each other.

“Kiss me, Mom,” he begged. “Carol nearly sent me over the edge. Between her body pummeling my body and her tight pussy squeezing my cock, I’m ready to blow.”

When I leaned over to kiss him, his hands squeezed my breasts while his fingertips twisted my erect, hardened nipples. I rocked my hips, filling my insatiable pussy with as much of his fat cock into me as possible. His hips humped off the bed, slamming his cock deeply into my gripping gash. When his prick jerked and sprayed out a stream of hot cum, my channel swelled and surrounded his shaft. We kissed and fucked in perfect synchrony as if we’d been lovers for life.

The walls of my pussy contracted with each of his pulses, forcing a grunt from each of us as we committed the ultimate incestuous sin. A torrent of our mixed cum flowed out of my cum-filled pussy, saturating his pubic mound and coating his balls.

A wave of ecstatic bliss flowed through me after my son filled my insides with his precious seed. I would never tire of the euphoric feeling of his pulsing prick spewing its contents into me. Pulling off his still-hard prick, I relaxed, melding my sweaty body on top of his.

“That’s a hell of a lot better than breakfast in bed, don’t you think?” I asked, chuckling.

“That’s an understatement, Mom,” he replied. “I never want to stop fucking you.”

“I feel the same way. Speaking of fucking, I’d like to see your big prick fill your Aunt Pamela’s hungry pussy,” I stated, watching his smile widen.

“Really?” he asked. “I thought you weren’t on good terms with her.”

“She was only teasing me,” I explained. “We love each other deeply and since you already know about Carol and me, did you also suspect that my sister was also involved with us romantically?”

“Holy crap!” he exclaimed. “I had no clue, but then again, Alice had to tell me about you and Aunt Carol, so maybe I’m just not very good at interpreting signals.”

“I’d like to bring my sister into our close-knit fold and allow her to experience the joy of your cock,” I responded. “She shared with me that throughout the time she flirted with you, she became emotionally connected to you. I’m sure she’d like nothing more than for you to pound her horny pussy. You can make her dreams come true.”

“She’s a knock-out, like you and Carol, Mom,” he admitted, his face blushing. “You don’t know how hard it was for me not to go to her room that night when she was drunk, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her.”

I chuckled and responded, “It wouldn’t have done you any good, anyway. I was with her, waiting to see if you’d sneak in. She was horny and I had to bring her off while she slept. Let’s dress and discuss this with Carol. The smell of bacon is driving me crazy and from how I’ve seen you eat, I need to get there first so I can get a slice.”

“Lucky for you, I have to take a leak, Mom. I’ll join you two in a few minutes.”

Seated at the table, my heart swelled with joy as I beheld the delectable serving before me: two perfectly crisp bacon strips, a fluffy cheese omelet, a refreshing glass of orange juice, and a steaming cup of coffee all awaited my delight. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I leaned over and planted a thankful kiss on Carol’s cheek, saying, “I can’t believe you remembered my favorite meal.”

“It was nothing,” Carol blushed. “I used to enjoy making meals for you when we spent time together. Cooking is one of my favorite hobbies.”

Chad joined us at the table, his serving notably more substantial. He wasted no time, eagerly devouring his generous portion of bacon and a massive omelet at least three times the size of mine.

After savoring several bites, I offered another compliment, “This is absolutely delicious. We should definitely have you over more often.”

Chad nodded vigorously in agreement, unable to respond verbally, downing his meal as if he had been famished for a month.

Carol beamed, a subtle blush gracing her charming face. “I’d be delighted to come over and showcase my culinary talents,” she replied playfully. “I’m sure we can find some irresistible persuasion for my visits.” She winked at Chad with a sexy, fuck-me look that would melt anyone’s heart.

Laughter filled the air as we continued to indulge in our delicious feast. Carol and I engaged in lively conversation, while Chad, though quiet, clearly relished every bite of his meal. After we’d cleared our plates, we tidied up the kitchen and regrouped in the living room. As we settled in, I brought up the topic of reuniting my sister and me. Once I’d finished speaking, Carol exclaimed, “That’s wonderful! It’ll be so nice to come together again. I’ve truly missed those fun times we shared.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “However, I’m nervous about the best way to approach her. I feel a little uncomfortable inviting her with, ‘Hey Sis, want to come over and fuck my son?’ You’ve always excelled as my wingman, Carol. What do you think we should do?”

She turned her head to the side, deep in thought. After a minute, she declared, “I’ve got the perfect way to welcome her back. Do you recall what she used to enjoy doing at our pajama parties, even though you and I hated it?”

As I reminisced about those wonderful days, it suddenly struck me—I replied, “Spanking?”

“Exactly,” Carol replied, her face radiating excitement. “Don’t worry about inviting her; I’ll take care of it. She can never refuse anything I ask.”

“That applies to me as well,” I chimed in.

“That makes three of us,” Chad interjected with a grin, prompting laughter among us while we acknowledged the influence Carol had over all of us. Chad continued, “I can understand young girls messing around with spanking, but I’m not sure a grown woman would be okay with it.”

“Oh, she’ll never grow tired of liking it. It’s genetic,” I replied.

“Really?” they asked simultaneously, their curious expressions prompting me to provide a more detailed explanation.

I sighed and began, “It started when we were young. Mom insisted that a mother is responsible for her daughters’ discipline. Her form of punishment involved putting us over her knee for a spanking.”

“Your mother beat you when you were little?” Carol asked, astonished.

“Not at all, It was symbolic. She acted like she was spanking us, but stopped short of actually hitting us. I soon learned that if I said ‘ouch’ a few times, she would stop. Pamela, on the other hand, loved it and giggled throughout the entire process. When Mom finished pretending to punish us, Dad would grab her hand and pull her into their bedroom. The ringing tones of slapping flesh were soon followed by sounds of passionate sex.”

“Which one do you think was getting spanked—your mother or father?” Carol asked.

“I’m positive it was Mom, but when they emerged from their bedroom, their faces were filled with joy and as a bonus, Mom would bake us fresh cookies after each session. It only prompted us to misbehave more often. After a while, Dad would wait in the bedroom for her while Mom punished us. For several years this continued, until one day, while Pamela was bent over Mom’s knee, she goaded Mom, ‘You’re getting old and weak. I can’t even feel your hand.’ Mom’s face lit up and she promptly pulled Pamela’s skirt onto her back and yanked her panties down. She lightly slapped her cheeks, causing Pamela to laugh louder. The smile on her face showed how much she enjoyed it.”

“How old were you when she started to bare your butts?” Carol asked, intrigued by my tale.

I paused, thinking back, and replied, “That’s easy. We used to laugh about it because it was right after our fifteenth birthday party.”

“That old?” Carol exclaimed. “That seems way out of the ordinary. Did she do the same to you?”

“Normally, that would be alarming, but Pamela and I persisted until Mom would spank us. As far as me, she exposed my rear, but never hit me, somehow knowing I wouldn’t enjoy it. Instead, she rubbed and kneaded my ass while telling me that I was a bad girl. After several minutes of spanking, she would ask us ‘Are you going to be a good girl, now? Or do I need to continue?’ She discontinued immediately when we agreed to behave. As we grew older, Pamela and I knew it was inappropriate, but we loved playing the game with her.”

“At what point did she stop, or did she continue until you left home?” Carol inquired, her brows arched with curiosity.

“Pamela is actually the one that caused her to stop, although she didn’t mean to. Pamela eventually said no when Mom asked if we had enough, prompting Mom to spank her longer. Pamela pushed her luck and would taunt Mom, ‘Those light whacks will never convince me to behave.’ Mom reciprocated and slapped her harder, resulting in Pamela gleefully giggling. She loved every minute of it. When her cheeks turned pink, Mom abruptly stopped and dashed into the bedroom. She was so turned on that we heard the sounds of our parents fucking, bypassing their spanking foreplay.”