The Stormy Morning: the Incest Universe
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 12
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A while ago, I started writing a simple little love story about a woman who goes out for a run, gets caught in a storm, meets up with a young girl, and true love ensues. The story has become quite popular. However, when i had originally started the story, it was going to include incest. And, I realized that the many who had been reading the original might not appreciate that turn of events. So, I present (mods willing) an alternate universe edition of The Storm Morning, this time with incest!
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction True Story Sports Cheating Incest Mother Daughter Group Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Public Sex Nudism
That night, I had the sweetest and most erotic dream.
When I awoke, I found to my delight it was true. My lovely little girl, Shelly, was between my legs, tenderly eating me. I giggled and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetie?”
Her mouth still attached to my pussy; she smiled and shook her head. “Definitely want to keep you alive after all of this,” she said in a muffled tone.
I groaned, stroking her head. “Don’t make this give you any idea that I am letting you two skip school or start failing! I might be your lover, but I am also your mother, and you are going to keep on with your studies, young lady!”
She giggled and flicked her tongue inside of me, causing me to groan again. “Ok, Mother,” she said sweetly.
I sniffed the air and caught a sweet aroma. I spun my head and looked around the room. There was no sign of May.
“May is missing all of the fun!”
Shelly stuck her head up for a moment. “She wanted to fix us a nice breakfast, and she wanted us to get to spend a little bit of quality time together.” She shrugged. “Wasn’t going to argue.” She smiled at me sweetly as she stuck a pinky finger into my bum, wiggling it slightly as her mouth again attacked my slit.
“I think I am going to enjoy this quite a bit,” I whispered, feeling myself nearing orgasm.
Shelly and I spent a good half hour in the bedroom making love to each other.
But the aroma of cooking food proved to be too much for us, and we needed some energy.
We travelled downstairs to find May hard at work, all burners and the oven going as she hummed happily to herself. She was wearing her running gear.
Her head popped up when she heard us descend. She gave us a bright smile. “Hey, you two! So, listen, today is a long run day – but I have a lot of stuff ready for us when we get back. I do have some bagels with some jam on them for before we go out, though.”
Shelly took a sniff of the air. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can run after smelling all of this. My stomach is going to yell at me the whole time!”
“Hence the bagels and jam!” May said proudly, holding a plate for us both. She eyed us. “Probably shouldn’t go out like that, though. I would love it, but somebody will probably call the cops.”
We both bit into our bagels and nodded. I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t remember buying any bagels recently.”
May smiled. “Made them this morning.”
“We have a tin to bake bagels?”
May giggled and nodded. “Found it buried deep in one of the cabinets a while ago.”
Shelly pointed at her bagel. “These are really good! Love the strawberry jam!”
My eyes narrowed further. “We don’t have any jam...”
May grinned. “We do now!”
We downed our bagels, dressed, and went out for our run.
My training was really ramping up now, with my long runs going at 17 miles. The girls had 10 miles.
After they finished, I scolded them. “You two had better not hurry back home and eat all of that stuff before I’m done!”
They giggled and promised they would stay away from the house while I finished up my mileage.
I continued my run at one of the local parks, which was attached to a gravel-paved nature preserve. Shelly and May walked around the parks as I did so. Once I finished up, we all walked home to our excellent meal.
I already knew May to be an excellent cook. This morning, her culinary talents were on full display, with enough food to keep us all satisfied after our long runs.