Attic Voyeur: the Incest Next Door
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Chapter 1: The Attic
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Attic - REVISED/RECHAPTERED! What teen would not enjoy having a family of uninhibited nudists next door, especially a hot MILF and her teen daughters? When he discovers early on his neighbor's incestuous ways, would it be enough to just watch, or, would he need more? And of his own family? Will raging hormones overwhelm and create further illicit desire? 130,000+ words later, will YOUR cravings be satisfied?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Bestiality Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex
“Mom, it’s going to be sooo hot up there,” I said. “Can’t I do it tonight?”
“Joe, stop complaining and go find that box. It won’t be that bad,” my mother said.
There was no changing her mind, so I put a chair under the attic door, got on it, and lifted the panel out of the way, then I grabbed the edges and pulled myself in. It wasn’t as hot as I expected, but it was still plenty hot. “I’m melting.”
“Call me when you find it,” my mother said. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
By the time I reached the far end of the attic, where my mother told me to look, I was sweating. There it was, a box labeled arts and crafts. Arts and craps, as far as I was concerned. I started to pick it up but realized I could see my neighbor’s house through the vents. How had I never noticed this before? I got close to the vents and looked between them. To my delight, I could see over their fence into the backyard. I pushed one of the slats up, for a better view.
The Davis’s have a swimming pool. I’ve heard them splashing and laughing but never been invited over. That darn fence. My heart jerked, then pounded at the sight. Mrs. Davis was lying face down on a lounge chair. She’s a gorgeous woman who has given me boners when she’s in regular clothes. Now, her ass is barely covered by her bikini bottoms. I wish I had my spy glasses. Even without them, it’s clear there isn’t a top to her bikini.
My teenage cock responded immediately. How long would I have before my mother started calling me? I freed my rod and started stroking, hoping Mrs. Davis would flip over and show me her beautiful breasts. I jerked with the speed only a kid can manage. My balls expanded as they readied themselves to blast my sperm. I wanted to wait and see if she would get up, but my cock shot a stream of cum onto the vents and floor, then Mrs. Davis turned over and sat up.
There they were, her massive tits. She had huge nipples that stuck straight out. Without giving it any thought, I was stroking again, using my own cum as lubrication. I couldn’t believe I had tried to get out of coming into this hot attic, into heaven. My neighbor stood up and her melons swung from side to side. She was so beautiful with clothes on, but this was too much. I shot another load.
I had once come six times looking at a playboy magazine, would Mrs. Davis make me break that record? The woman on the other side of the fence did the unimaginable, and my cum slicked fist started moving up and down my cock again. She slid her bottoms down, lifted them with her foot, and laid them neatly on a table. My heart raced. I had never seen a woman’s triangle of hair in real life. I increased the speed of my strokes while Mrs. Davis turned, bent over, and pointed her ass in my direction. She got back on the chair, on her hands and knees. She stayed that way long enough for me to imagine being behind her and jamming my dick into her hole. Oh, what it would be like to finally stick my cock inside a real woman instead of my hand?
I beat my cock like a madman. Her beautiful round ass was demanding I give it more cum. My third orgasm started to boil inside my balls, but before I could launch it, my mother yelled my name. Between gasps of air, I yelled back, “I’m coming,” but I stayed right there until I was actually cumming. The volume was diminished, but my third orgasm still hit the vents.
If my mother wasn’t waiting for me to hand that stupid box down to her, I could have stayed in the heat all day, jerking off to Mrs. Davis. I said, “Here I come, Mom,” then packed my cock in my shorts and grabbed the box.
“What took you so long,” my mother asked?
“Nothing, I was just looking around,” I said, and handed the box down to her. While I lowered myself from the attic, I realized a bulge or wet spot from my dripping cock might be in my mother’s face. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice.
Time passed so slow. No matter how hard I tried to think about something else, my thoughts kept going back to my naked neighbor. I walked around outside, thinking, she could be right on the other side of that fence. When my mother left, I grabbed my spy glasses, and headed into the attic, praying Mrs. Davis was still outside naked. I’d have to act fast if I saw my mother’s car.
Jackpot, I thought when I saw my neighbor. She was on her back now. Her jugs were hanging off to each side, her knees were up, slightly parted. I zoomed in and focused the binoculars right between her legs. I could count her pubic hairs. God, Mrs. Davis was beautiful and sexy. As I scanned up and down her body, taking it all in, my cock stiffened, but I couldn’t beat off and not shake the binoculars. At least not without vomiting, so for now I’d enjoy her gloriously naked body.
Mrs. Davis turned her head toward the house like she heard something, then I saw the older of her two daughters, Jasmine. I knew Jasmine, but not really. She’s the extremely hot, almost sixteen, new girl, and all the guys like her. As a freshmen nerd, I say hi when I see her in the driveway and she mostly ignores me.
Jasmine didn’t seem to notice that her mother was nude, or she didn’t care. I started to wonder what kind of people we lived next door to. I have never seen either of my parents naked in the house and I knew my mother would never be caught dead outside naked, even if we had a fence and a moat.
Jasmine and her mother talked while she got a chair for herself and unfolded it. I already thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw Mrs. Davis, but when Jasmine started lifting her shirt, I could hardly comprehend it. Her tits were freakishly large for her age, but they didn’t swing or hang like her mother’s. They stood firm, their puffy cone-shaped red nipples popping out. Then she slowly lowered her tight shorts, wiggling her round butt to get them past it. Her ass cheeks popped out and bounced. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
My cock couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed it and watched Jasmine lie down on her back, next to her mother, then I put the binoculars down and jerked myself like an animal in heat. Two beautiful nude women, mother, and daughter, on display for me. Wow, this was going to be a hell of a summer.
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