The Stormy Morning: the Incest Universe
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 9
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
I blacked out.
I came so hard, I blacked out.
I heard those three words, and my body exploded in a pleasure I had never known before.
“I love you, Mommy.”
The voice. It was the voice.
Shelly had whispered those words.
I would know the whispers of my daughter. For years, we would cuddle and whisper little jokes into each other’s ears.
There were times when I started running and would have a tough time; I would get home, and she would be there waiting for me. She would hold me, caress me, let me know how proud of me she was, whisper little bits of encouragement into my ears.
That was one of the things that made me keep running. Those whispers of encouragement.
Those whispers.
After Hubby left, there were a couple of nights when I had a tough time. Once again, Shelly was there. She held me. She whispered in my ear that it would be all right. She told me that I was beautiful, that I was a catch, and that somebody would scoop me up.
I think she already knew about May at the time.
But it felt good being in her arms.
I had long thought the words “for her age” were a silly phrase. But I heard those words all the time from other people talking about Shelly. She was mature for her age. She was smart for her age. She was very caring for other people for her age.
But of course, she was. She was my daughter.
But I found it to be quite easy to be in her arms, to be held by her, or to hold her ... because, and here it comes: for her age, she knew how to touch people. Deep inside. Emotionally.
And, as it turned out, sexually.
Shelly had been sexually active for quite some time. For her age, she had become very sexually experienced. Yeah, I know. There is that word again. But it did ring true.
To most of the kids in the school, she was just another girl in the first-year class. Yes, she was charming and brilliant, but she was not part of the it crowd. She kind of hung around in the back, so it seemed, through the sea of other students, unnoticed by the popular crowd, the heads, the roughies, the jocks, the smarties, or what have you. She was in her club.
But there was one. It was not an official club, but the members were mostly aware of each other. They called themselves the Girls’ Girls Club, an unofficial lesbian club in the high school. The club had been around for much longer than any of the members; it may have been around when I was in high school. But it was very secretive. It was much like Fight Club, but for girls who loved making love to other girls.
Membership was never official; there was no initiation, no members list, or anything like that. Shelly said it was a group of girls who, for years, had been drawn together by their common sexual interest.
Shelly had earned a reputation in the Girl’s Girls Club as quite the lesbian slut. Quite simply, she loved other girls and loved making love to them. Even before her high school years, she had already accumulated numerous lovers, lusts, and one-night stands.
She also earned a reputation as a very generous lover, with her experience growing almost daily, it would seem. At one point, she had a torrid affair with a teacher. It was said she had bought seven cheerleaders to orgasm, sitting them all in a row and eating each one until the girl came.
Yet, she never left a trail of broken hearts, always making it noticeably clear to her lovers that she was a free spirit, that she was to anchor herself to no one.
That changed when April came along, a college student whose family had recently moved into town. April was a Black girl, and Shelly found her attractive immediately. The two almost instantly fell in love, Shelly spending almost every night at April’s house. At least then, I knew the friend she was spending the night with!
Then the university in California had offered April a full-time job in her field, starting during the summer. The two agreed to split it off, with the hopes that maybe Shelly would be able to join her once she turned eighteen.
However, both did agree to see other people. After all, April knew Shelly was a free spirit and a very loving young woman. April also knew that there was an incredibly good chance that, in four years, the two of them would be together again.
And April knew of Shelly’s little secret crushes. She knew that Shelly had lusted after May and had done so for years.
She also knew of Shelly’s very secret crush on me.
After a long night of love making, April and Shelly had a long talk when they split.
“I know you love them both, a lot,” April said. “And I bet they both love you a lot. I bet if you tried ... your fantasies would become true.”
Eventually, through months of work from Shelly, with a collaboration with Shelly and May, through weeks of seductions ... we ended up here.
My body shook. My pussy quivered.
My eyes were wide in shock.
My daughter was still lying on her side, naked. May lay behind her, also naked, her fingers deep inside of my daughter’s pussy.
I had partially rolled over, now on my other side, facing the pair, the wires in my brain violently rewiring.
My breath was short. My legs trembled. My eyes were wide, and my mouth was open.
“Did you like my story, June?” May asked, her fingers still running over Shelly’s naked body.
They both smiled at me.
I answered with nothing. Words could not come to my mouth. The words barely formed in my brain.
“That was my daughter. That was my daughter. That was my daughter. Shelly made me cum.”
Over and over and over.
For what seemed like hours, I lay there, looking at them, my face and body now frozen.
“Mom?” That word shook the ice off my body. “Are you OK?”
Both of their faces were now covered with concern, with fear, with hidden dread.
I sat on the bed, looking at the two, my mouth moving, the words not coming.
“June ... are you OK? I’m freaking out a little bit...”
With a breath, I closed the distance between my daughter and me on the bed.
Our lips crashed in a violent, loving kiss. She gasped. May let out a little yip.
My hand immediately went between my daughter’s legs, finding her wetness with no problem, two fingers sliding inside of her. She let out a small gasp and a sigh as we continued to kiss passionately.
My other hand went to the side of her face, stroking it softly.
Our lips parted. I looked into her eyes. She looked into mine.
“I love you so much, sweetie,” I whispered as my fingers explored her wet tunnel.
“I love you too, Mommy, so much,” she whispered back.
I heard a little giggle behind her and felt the bed shift. I glanced over. May had given us space and now lay on the pillows, softly stroking herself. She grinned at me when our eyes met. I swore I could see tears in her eyes.
“Did you like May’s story?” Shelly whispered.