Chapter 1

Kristy, an 18-year-old African American teenager, stood in front of her mirror, admiring her reflection. Her thick, curvy figure, accentuated by muscles that belied her femininity, was a testament to years of hard work at the gym. Her short, curly hair framed her round, chocolate-brown face perfectly, and her hazel eyes sparkled with determination. She ran her hands through her hair, feeling the softness of it against her fingertips. She had always been close to her parents, Jonathan and Sandra, at one point she’d even hidden a bunch of cameras in their room and recorded them fucking, her heart aching with desire for them. But they were too old-fashioned to even consider incest, so she’d done research and found a solution. A drug called “Sandman’s Promise” could render someone in a suggestive sleepwalking state for 12 hours, allowing them to experience vivid dreams and perform complex actions without any memory of doing so upon waking.

The drug was odourless, colourless, and tasteless, making it easy to slip into her parent’s evening tea without them noticing. She’d done her research and knew they both took milk and sugar with their tea, so she carefully mixed the Sandman’s Promise into their drinks, making sure not to leave any trace of it behind. Once they were both settled in front of the television in the living room awaiting the latest from the local night news show, she placed their teacups on coasters on the coffee table and waited. It was Friday night, and she planned to fuck them all through the weekend if this worked out, dosing them time and again for the unspeakable pleasure she desired.

Within minutes she watched as the drug took full effect on both of them, their eyes turning glassy and unfocused, which was a dead giveaway. She led them up to their room, commanding them to undress, as she shut the curtains and switched on the lights. Preparing those same hidden cameras she’d used countless times before to record them. Then she undressed herself, revealing her perfectly toned body to them. She laid out some quick instructions, wasting no time.

Her mother a vision of beauty lay down on the king-size bed; she straddled her face, pressing it into her pussy before she commanded her to eat it. Her father stood just above her, legs spread out in an open stance, his muscular frame intoxicating, as Kristy leaned in and took the head of his massive penis in her mouth. No foreplay, no need to, as she took her pleasure from them, her tongue dancing around his member, tasting the precum that flowed from it. Her father looked just as confused as her mother, as Sandra licked away at Kristy’s folds, watching as his own daughter brought his penis to full erection, powerless to influence Kristy’s hold over either of them.

Sandra’s tongue danced over Kristy’s folds, delving deeper and deeper into her, unable to fight the drug’s effects over her senses. Kristy felt the wet heat of her tongue as she lapped at her, her hips moving involuntarily in time with her mother’s ministrations. The sensation was unreal, her mother’s tongue thrusting and withdrawing from her, making her shudder with pleasure. She could feel the tip of her mother’s tongue press against her clit.

When she thought she was close enough and her father’s erection hard enough Kristy ordered her mother to stop and guide her onto her father’s waiting dick. She’d be giving him her virginity, making this a night she’d never forget. Sandra’s body moved obediently, as he lay down on the bed before their daughter, guiding her husband’s cock towards Kristy’s dripping folds as she sat astride him, feeling the head of his penis brush against her daughter’s wetness. She could feel the tension building in Kristy’s body, the anticipation of finally being penetrated for the first time; she also felt disgusted to have to be a part of this but held no control over her body, to free herself from this nightmare.

Kristy guided her father’s hips, slowly sinking down onto his hardness, feeling the head of his penis stretch her open as she took him inside her. She gasped, arching her back as she was filled by her father’s cock, the sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Sandra watched in horror as her daughter was taken, her body moving with a rhythm that was almost unnatural, as if she was born to be fucked. She wanted to cry out, to beg for it to stop, but she couldn’t. All she could do was lie there and watch as her daughter violated her husband against his will.

Kristy gestured her mother closer, ordered her to make love to her body with her mouth, as Kristy fucked her husband.

Sandra couldn’t believe what was happening, but she obeyed, her tongue sliding first into Kristy’s mouth as she kissed her daughter, tasting the mixture of their saliva and the lust that filled the air. Her other hand moved down between their bodies, her fingers slipping between Kristy’s folds, finding her entrance still wet from her father’s invasion. She pressed against her daughter’s clit, feeling the soft, hardened bud beneath her fingertips, as she began to tease and stroke her.

Kristy arched her back, her hips moving faster, her father’s cock thrusting deeper inside her, the sensation overwhelming. The pleasure coursed through her body, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her mother’s tongue dancing against her own, their kiss growing deeper and more intense as they shared this perverse act.

Sandra’s fingers worked her daughter’s clit, rubbing it expertly, feeling the small nub harden under her touch. She watched as her daughter’s body tensed, her breath becoming shallow and ragged, as her eyes rolled back in her head. Sandra knew that she was close, and she increased the pressure, her fingers moving faster, circling and pressing against her daughter’s sensitive nub. Her other hand danced over her daughter’s body, cupping her breast, squeezing it hungrily like she’d never get the chance to again, all the while her tongue continued its sensual dance with her daughter’s.

Kristy arched her back, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten, her pussy gripping her father’s cock, her breast becoming tender under her mother’s touch, the point of her nipple erect. Sandra watched as her daughter’s body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The sight was almost too much for her to bear, but she couldn’t look away, as she squirted over the firm shaft, her juices coating them both wildly, as he milked her for everything she had and more, his hips thrusting harder and faster as he felt the release wash over him as well.

“That’s it daddy, fuck me, fill me up make me your new mommy”, Kristy said with an exhausted airy breathe, pulling away from her mother, leaning into her father’s embrace, as she sped up, her tongue finding his, kissing him deeply.

Sandra couldn’t believe what was happening. She was lost in a sea of lust, of desire and of submission. Her body ached for her husband, for the feeling of him inside her, for the sense of belonging that only he could provide. As she watched her daughter ride her husband’s cock, she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. It was as if this perverse act had somehow brought them all closer together.

Her fingers danced over her daughter’s body, caressing her hips, her breasts, her stomach, as if she were trying to memorize every inch of her. She could feel the sweat that dripped from their bodies, the rapid breaths that escaped their mouths, the wetness that coated their skin. It was a sensual symphony that enveloped them all, binding them together in a web of desire and need, as her husband’s foot-long penis slammed into her daughter at speed, their hips moving in perfect harmony, their bodies becoming one.

“Daddy please”, she cried out “Fuck me better than you do mommy, love me more than you love mommy”, she finished in a sultry voice, snatching a glimpse at her mother, as Kristy’s father obeyed, kissing her deeply before, thrusting harder and deeper inside her, his hips meeting her own with a force that made them both gasp. Sandra could feel the heat between her legs as she watched her husband fuck their daughter, as she could see the lust in Kristy’s eyes and the love she had for them both.

“Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!”, she yelled, her nails digging into her father’s back as he pounded into her, his cock hitting her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her mother’s touch was just as intense, her fingers moving faster, her breath hot on her neck, her words echoing in her ear. “Yes, yes, that’s it, show me how much you want me, show me how much you want to be inside me, inside my pussy.”

The room was a whirlwind of motion, of sweat and flesh, of wetness and desire. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. Sandra could feel the heat between her legs, the ache that seemed to grow with each passing moment. She wanted to be inside her daughter, to feel the weight of her body, the warmth of her skin. She wanted to take her place, to become the new mother in this twisted, yet strangely beautiful family.

As her husband pounded into Kristy, she reached out, grabbing a handful of her daughter’s breasts, squeezing them roughly as she nipped at her nipple. She watched as Kristy arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head, a look of pure ecstasy washing over her face. “Yes, daddy, fuck me harder,” she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet each of his thrusts. “I need you inside me, mommy, I need you to feel it too.”

Her words sent a shiver down Sandra’s spine as she slid her hand down between Kristy’s legs, feeling the wetness that coated her daughter’s labia. With one swift motion, she parted her folds, exposing her swollen clit.

Her husband’s thrusts grew even harder as he watched Sandra’s fingers dance over Kristy’s sensitive flesh. He pulled his hips back slightly, just enough to watch the tip of his cock slide over her daughter’s engorged clit. Then, with a powerful thrust, he pushed forward again, driving his cock deep inside her, forcing her body to meet his own.

“That’s it daddy, slam that good meat into me! Gimme’ that good meat!”, she screamed in her frenzy, Jonathan could only obey his daughters need, as his wife Sandra fed on the flesh of her daughters breasts feeding her fresh, overwhelming stimuli alongside him, as he pounded his daughters cunt into oblivion.

Sandra could feel the heat between her legs as she watched her husband fuck their daughter, as she could see the lust in her eyes and the love she had for them both. With one hand, she held Kristy’s breast in place, her other hand moved down, parting her daughter’s folds, exposing her wet, swollen clit. She circled it with her finger, teasing it, before finally pressing down, rubbing it hard against Kristy’s aching flesh, as her mouth sealed around the hardened nipple.

Sandra teased and pleasured her daughter’s clit while sucking on her breast, heightening the sensations for all of them. A family’s natural love for one another, twisted beyond recognition into a primal, animalistic frenzy as they lose themselves in the act.

Kristy cried out, her hips bucking wildly, her nails digging into her father’s back as he continued to pound into her, his cock hitting her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her mother’s touch was like a drug, a mixture of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building, her whole body tense in anticipation.

When it hits her, it’s like her body snaps, releasing the floodgates, as she doesn’t so much squirt as gush onto her father, as he continues to pump into her, her mother’s hand between her legs rubbing her clit so hard it feels like it’s going to bruise. Her eyes roll back in her head, her vision blurs, her whole body shudders with the force of the orgasm, the muscles in her thighs tensing and relaxing rhythmically as she milks her father’s cock with each thrust. Her natural juices have exploded over him, she looks down, a smile over her face, as she leans close, circling her arms behind his neck, as she whispers between light kisses “make me a mommy”, she kisses him deeply, knowing he can’t resist her advances, “make me your mommy”, she says before taking his tongue in her own, kissing him deeply like she’s always wanted too.

He’s now taken her virginity and her first kiss and now he’s about to fill her up with his exploding manhood, as she traces a bead of sweat on his temple with a manicured fingernail “you know you want it”, she says, he sultry tone could melt butter from a mile away, “give me everything daddy, give me your soul”, her smile is no less wicked than when she first began, Jonathan can’t resist her, her words, her touch, her kiss, the chemical agent has seen to that, he can no longer hold back as he thrusts one final time.

In a final thrust, he releases his seed inside her, completing the act and marking her as his. Despite their twisted desires, there is still a sense of love and connection between them as they share this moment together.

Their bodies slide together, their skin slick with sweat and juices as he lets go, spilling his seed deep inside her, her walls tight around him as he comes, his orgasm echoing through her body as he pulses inside her, filling her up with his love. She’s done it, completely and equivocally corrupting him to her pleasure. He collapses back into the bed, spent as she lies on top of him for a moment as they both catch their breath, his bodies warmth radiating from him like an oven as she whispers “go take a shower, recover, then come back, do nothing else, I want you to hear mommy scream as I claim her too”, she says lying back on the bed next to him, as he limps off to the bathroom adjoining to their room, she’s clearly taken a lot out of him, she notices as she gestures Sandra to come closer and clean her up, positioning her head between her legs, as her husband’s man juice flows between her sensitive lips.

Sandra complies without question. “This is gonna’ be a fun weekend”, Kristy muses, “you’re probably getting more action now than you have in a long time”, she laughs as she says this. Her mother begins to lick her folds thoroughly, he head bobbing with each thrust of her tongue as it goes deeper, sliding closer to her core, as Kristy sucks in her lower lip in anticipation. She’s never had a girl bring her to climax, her friends and even other known lesbians in school finding her advances too forward. Coupled with her incredible body and building sex drive she’d probably break them in half, she smiled at the thought of this. Which was why she needed a woman of a similar calibre, someone she knew would go all the way.

As she felt her mother’s tongue hit her core, she knew she had chosen wisely, as she held her head down into her, moments away from another squirting orgasm as she said “don’t stop, don’t stop”, rapidly in succession before screaming “DRINK IT ALL!”, her mother opened her mouth as wide as it would go, her tongue pressing up into her as she swallowed every drop of her sweet nectar, spilling from her daughters innermost depths, the taste made her gag, not because of its sweetness of even the large quantity as she drank it down convulsively, but because she couldn’t believe what she done, how powerless she was against her daughters wishes. She felt like a living receptacle for her daughters whims. The first moments had been the worse, as her hands had spread her lips, exposing the oozing strands of her husband’s cum leaking out of her mingled with her daughter’s natural essence, as Sandra took it into her mouth, every last strand a bitter reminder of how little control she had over the situation. When she came, it felt like the ultimate violation, at the whims of a madwoman, nothing felt real, but she knew full well this was no dream, that this was actually happening as she shared a bed with the devil.

“Aw mommy, you don’t seem too happy”, she said with a face of mock concern, almost as if reading her thoughts, with a triumphant smile. “Why don’t I fix that”, her smile was toothy, wet and gleaming much like a great white before it jumped at the first opportunity to snatch some easy prey, as her hand played idly with one of her mother’s box braided lengths of hair. Kristy lay her down on her mattress, propping her head on the pillow, her mother’s breathing became ragged, almost panicked. “Relax’, Kristy said “I want you to enjoy this as much as I will”; she said with a giggle rife with cruel promise for what was to come.”And to make sure of that”, she said already spreading her legs and then her lips “I’m going to make you comply by ordering you and ergo your body to enter the most aroused state possible, I want you to feel everything, to raise your sensitivity to its maximum, unless I tell you to otherwise, do you understand?”, she asked, not really a question. Sandra looked on in horror, unable to believe what her daughter had just done and the creature she had just unleashed on herself, as her sensitivity skyrocketed.

Her nerve endings becoming heightened to the point where she could feel her own heartbeat in her most intimate parts, and as Kristy began to slowly, teasingly rub her clit, her fingers expertly playing the most sensitive parts of her, she could only lay there and moan, helpless, unable to do anything but obey, as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life begin to build. Beginning at her core and spreading outwards like a wave of heat, taking over every muscle, every nerve, every part of her body, her mind, her soul, her will, her very being, as she felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, she could hear her daughter giggle, the sound like fingernails on a chalkboard to her, as her voice became a commanding, dominating presence, a force of nature that couldn’t be ignored or resisted. She was pushed, pulled, teased, and manipulated to the brink of ecstasy and then just beyond it, her body convulsing, her mind exploding in a shower of sparks and light, as she felt the warmth and wetness of her orgasm flood her most intimate parts, coating Kristy in her victory.