An Infinity of Family Love
Copyright© 2025 by MrCurrie
Chapter 9
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Dave is a fortunate man. Follow his journey with him through a lifetime of love, challenges, and enduring family bonds.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Pregnancy
When I felt the moment was right, I said, “Kids, would you mind waiting inside for a few minutes while your mother and I talk?”
“No problem,” they replied, dashing inside. They appeared eager, and I wondered if they were looking forward to advancing their flirting with us.
I turned to Jennifer and held her hands, gently applying pressure, and said, “It’s time, sweetie. I want you to accompany Joshua to the rental, take your showers, and then have a talk with him. Before you leave, tell Cindy to take hers and wait for me in the living room. We’re going to disclose our past to them tonight. They have a right to know everything, and I think they’re more than ready.”
Her eyes went wide as her mouth gulped for air like a fish struggling to breathe. “Our past? As in your mother and you, and how I’m your daughter?”
“Yes, hold nothing back and answer every question truthfully. I think they’ll be more receptive if we split them up and discuss it with them separately.”
A look of concern came across her face before asking, “Okay, so afterward, do you want us to return here? How long should we wait?”
I moved my hands to her waist and held her firmly, and replied, “Two, maybe three weeks?”
Her puzzled look made me giggle. I continued, “Might be sooner or later, depending on how long it takes for Joshua to pound a baby into you.”
It took less than a minute for her to figure out what I was suggesting. Luckily, I had a firm grip on her waist as her body began to tremble and shake with excitement. Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me tighter than I’d ever felt, then she tried to jab her tongue down my throat. After a minute of passionately kissing me, she croaked, “That was your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it? That’s why you had me stop taking the pill, and then wouldn’t cum in me. You want your son to knock up his mother.”
I grinned and confessed, “It’s a graduation gift that you can both enjoy. My mom always told me that she’d never felt closer to me than when we were making a baby. As far as Joshua, the first time will remain with him forever. I know mine has. I’ll give you the same advice Mom gave to me my first time with you. Look into his eyes when he cums in you. Give him as much love as you do me. Will you do that for me, sweetie?”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll make it a night he’ll remember forever,” she swooned, her breasts heaving with excitement.
A tinge of doubt surfaced as she asked, “What if he doesn’t want a child? Should I ask him first?”
“No need to. I’m sure they’ll want it, but if not, we’ll raise it,” I replied.
She began to stand, excited to begin a night of incestuous love, when I gripped her hand to keep her from proceeding. “You know what nightie to wear for him, don’t you?” I asked, with a wide grin.
Without hesitating, she answered, “Of course, the blue babydoll that both your mother and I wore when we committed our lives to you. Thank you so much. I love you so much and promise to fuck your brains out once I’m pregnant with your son’s child.”
She paused to think and said, “So, I’ll be with Joshua, and you’ll be here with Cindy. I sincerely hope that you treat her as well as you have me. When I return, I expect to see a big smile on Cindy’s face and yours.”
“We’ll see,” I replied. “I’m not going to pressure her into anything, but she is a Daddy’s girl and as you know, I never deny my daughters anything.”
She giggled, turned, and skipped to the house, giddy with lust. I waited for ten minutes before going into the house, and didn’t see Cindy, and assumed she was taking her shower. I took mine and found her waiting on the couch in the living room. She sat cross-legged, her long, shapely legs exposed. When my eyes finally made it to her face, I saw her smiling knowingly. I wondered if she could read my thoughts of those legs wrapped around my waist.
I didn’t have long to wait for an answer. Once I sat, she straddled me, untied her robe, and shoved it off, revealing her young, perky tits. “Since Joshua and Mom are gone to the rental, I think it’s time we practice our kissing, don’t you think, Daddy?” She put on her best Daddy’s girl face while untying my robe.
I tried to stick to the plan and said, “We separated so we could explain our family history to you.”
She smiled, wrapped her petite hand around my throbbing cock, and purred, “Okay, I’ll help you out here, Daddy. Your Mom was your wife, Mom is your daughter, and now she’s your wife. So you’re already fucking one daughter, and now you’re going to fuck another. Me!”
She lifted her pelvis, inched forward, and guided my cock into her tight, juicy pussy. While she lowered herself, she kissed me, dueling my tongue with hers. I gripped her ass and helped her slide down my shaft. If she weren’t so soaked, it might have been difficult, but my prick managed to spread apart her tight, velvety folds as she sank, swallowing my length.
Once buried to the hilt, she gasped, “Fuck, that’s good, Daddy. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this. I love you, Daddy. Now, fuck me like you do your other daughter, your wife.”
I cupped her tits and squeezed them, teasing her nipples while she kissed me again. After a dozen strokes, her body went rigid as her pussy contracted and gushed her juices. She paused for a minute, then began bouncing again, rocking back and forth and side to side. The look of joy on her face matched her mother’s when she rode me cowgirl style, but I knew that Jennifer’s face probably showed the same amount of pleasure from having her son’s cock buried in her.
After Cindy’s second orgasm, I wrapped my arms around her and rose from the couch. She held onto my shoulders, locking her legs around me as I carried her into the master suite. Gently laying her onto the bed, I plowed into her, missionary style. As with Mom and Jennifer, I wanted to connect with her eyes when I unloaded.
Her body writhed and humped beneath me as she grunted and groaned through our incestuous joining. An image flashed before me of when Joshua fucked her, his cock sheathed in a condom. She probably didn’t want a baby, so I’d have to pull out. After a couple of deep thrusts, shoving her body forward a few inches, I croaked, “Sorry, sweetie. I don’t have any condoms. Where do you want me to spray you?”
She locked her ankles behind me and pulled me in. “Fill me with your seed, Daddy! I want your baby. Breed me, Daddy!”
My whole body tingled, hearing my young daughter wanting me to impregnate her. I slammed into her with so much force that I thought I might be bruising my balls as they collided with her ass. I kissed her, locking my eyes with hers. When I felt the tightening sensation in my balls and my cock head enlarged, her deep brown eyes widened. My prick exploded, sending blobs of thick, baby batter into her womb.
After my prick ceased pulsing and her legs released me, I rolled onto my side beside her, taking in the full splendor of her youthful beauty. Her tits defied gravity, sticking straight up, capped by telltale, puffy, chocolate brown nipples, inherited from her mother and grandmother. “Wow, you are so beautiful, sweetie,” I whispered, caressing and exploring her body with my hand.
“That was amazing, Daddy!” she exclaimed. “Even better than I’d fantasized about. Did you like fucking your Daddy’s girl?”
I leaned over and latched onto her tip while teasing the other with my fingers. She groaned and purred, “I guess that’s a good enough answer. I can’t wait for you to doggy fuck me. It’s one of my favorites, other than missionary.”
Like mother, like daughter. It was uncanny how closely their tastes aligned. Her breasts heaved rapidly as she inhaled deeply. Pushing me so I was flat on my back, she kissed her way down my body until her mouth was filled with my cock. She sucked and licked until it was hard, and then crawled onto me, lowering her soaked pussy onto my prick. She rode me through three orgasms, jumped off, and got on all fours.
“Do me, Daddy. Fuck me like a bitch in heat. Because I am. Breed me and make me yours, Daddy!” she exclaimed.
Following my mantra to never deny my daughters, I drove my prick into her welcoming cunt. She wailed with delight as I gripped her ass and pulled her back into me with each thrust. On her third orgasm, I unloaded into her again, growling and grunting as I bred my daughter.
I’m sure she wanted to go another round, and twenty years earlier, I could’ve, but I was spent, and she became content with holding me tightly while we fell asleep.
I woke up to her mouth sucking on my already-hard prick. She wrapped her hand around the base and didn’t take me deep, but made up for it with her enthusiastic tongue and teeth. I thought she’d release me to receive a dose of sperm, but she continued until I filled her mouth with my precious semen. She gulped it down and looked up at me, smiling widely.
“Tasty, Daddy,” she cooed, continuing to swipe her tongue around the outsides of her lips.
“That was unbelievable, sweetie, but you can’t get pregnant by swallowing my sperm,” I said, grinning.
A mischievous grin formed on her face as she replied, “Isn’t that too bad? I guess we’ll just have to keep fucking them to make up for it.”
To return the favor, I crawled between her legs and ate her pussy through four orgasms, before fucking her again.
After breakfast, Joshua and Jennifer joined us, both of them with mile-wide smiles. The kids left us to visit their new campus and said they’d return in the late afternoon. As soon as they left, Jennifer dragged me to the bed and lay with me. “Just cuddle with me, please. I’m exhausted. Our boy had a lot of pent-up energy. My pussy has been run through the wringer.”
I chuckled and said, “I can relate, as I still remember the first night with Mom and then again the night with you when you became my wife. Sleep was not a priority. I’m afraid I didn’t get far in disclosing our past with Cindy. She couldn’t wait to lower her tight pussy onto my prick. It brought back a lot of special memories from our first week of being together.”
“Me neither. As soon as I began talking, he slipped my nightie off, and when he latched onto my nipple and teased the other, my explanation turned to groaning. When he took me for the first time, I’m pretty sure he filled me with a gallon of sperm. I’d be surprised if I’m not already pregnant. We’ll have to reschedule that talk for later today.”
She nestled her head on my chest and fell asleep, followed by me minutes later. After a couple of hours of recuperation, we rose and tended to our business.
The kids arrived shortly before dinner, and afterward, we gathered in the living room. We shared everything with them, including my relationship with Julie and her family. They asked a few questions here and there but mostly listened, nodding in understanding and quiet approval.
When we finished, I looked at them and said, “We know you two are in love, and we’ve prepared the rental for you to use while attending school and beginning your lives together. So, how would you like to move forward?”
Cindy chimed in, “Joshua and I have been talking about this for the past six months, and here’s what we’ve decided. We love both of you so much, and with your support, we want to start our family right away. There’s no reason to wait. We’re ready. After I have Dad’s child and Mom has Joshua’s, we’d like a third one with us being the parents. While it may appear we’re swingers, especially with you two, we’d prefer to be monogamous after our first two children. Will that work for you?”
Jennifer stood abruptly, rushed over, and wrapped Cindy in a tight embrace, then did the same with Joshua. “I’m so incredibly proud of both of you and love you so much,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I wish you nothing but the best, and your father and I will do whatever it takes to help you get started. We’ll be the perfect daycare team while you finish your studies.”
I stood and strode to them. The kids and Jennifer pulled me into a warm, four-way hug. Tears welled in all our eyes, streaming freely as our family drew even closer together.
Our routine began that day with Joshua and Jennifer spending nights at the rental, while Cindy and I remained home. Each night and morning, we did our best to impregnate our partners, and then during the day, we returned to our prior relationships. We limited our joinings to a week at a time, during their ovulating cycles.
Cindy was the first to miss her period, with Jennifer following the month after. While we enjoyed making love to the kids, we were both thankful to return to our old status. Aside from our usual weekend barbecues, the kids largely lived their own lives. But each time they visited, their bond seemed even stronger, their love growing more evident with every visit. We never had sex with them again.
Two months later, Jennifer walked into the office, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Without a word, she took my hand and led me into the living room, where we sank into our cozy loveseat. Turning to face me, her voice quivering, she said softly, “I just got off the phone with Marcy. Julie’s gone.”
I blinked rapidly, trying to dampen the tears, but failed, as the ache in my chest spread and tightened like a fist. Jennifer drew me in without hesitation, her arms steady, her touch gentle as she patted my back in rhythm with my sobs. I buried my face in her shoulder, the fabric warm and familiar against my cheek. When the storm inside me finally stilled, I lifted my gaze. As always, she met me with quiet strength, not flinching, not rushing, just knowing. She had weathered every hardship by my side, and somehow, always knew how to hold me without asking why.
She whispered, “Marcy would like you to attend the service.”
I shook my head, gently pushing back. “No. I don’t want to interact with her family. This isn’t the time to make my presence known to her husband and Marcy’s children. We talked about this the last time I visited, and agreed it was best for me to remain distant.”
“Julie actually asked Marcy to invite you before she passed,” Jennifer said softly. “Marcy told me the church has a balcony where we could sit apart from everyone else. She wants to honor her mother’s wishes, not to introduce you, but she believes it would mean a lot just to have you there, even from a distance.”
My love for my daughter, Marcy, ultimately guided my decision. “Okay,” I said quietly. “Can you arrange our plane tickets and hotel? I’d like you to come with me. I don’t want to be alone, and I know you’ll help me stay grounded. It’s going to be an emotional trip.”
Jennifer nodded, squeezing my hand gently. “Of course. We’ll face it together.”
We arrived at the church an hour before the service. After giving our names, an usher guided us to the balcony, just as Marcy had arranged. Jennifer held me through the next two hours, her arms steadying me while I said my silent goodbye to Julie. Below us, Marcy and Pamela sat in the front row, dressed in black. Their four children flanked them, two on either side, composed, grown, and beautiful. A single shaft of light cut through the stained glass, falling across Marcy’s profile. It made her stillness seem deliberate, as if grief had etched itself into the lines of her face. I caught myself smiling through the ache, seeing my grown children. When Julie’s husband stood to give the eulogy, his voice carried both tenderness and ruin. It soothed something in me to know she’d found that kind of love, in the end.
After the pallbearers carried the casket out to the waiting hearse, the congregation slowly filed out to follow the procession to the cemetery. From our place in the darkened balcony, I watched Marcy glance upward as she passed. I couldn’t be sure she saw us in the shadows, but the faint, knowing smile on her face told me she had. Tears welled up again, silent and heavy, at the ache of not being able to hold her in her grief. We remained seated until the last of the mourners had left, then quietly made our way back to the hotel.
We enjoyed a quiet meal at the hotel, and once back in the room, Jennifer called Marcy to let her know we’d attended the service. I listened only distantly, lost in my own grief, the conversation fading into the background. Afterward, we rested for a few hours, the emotional weight of the day pressing heavily on us. As dusk approached, Jennifer drove us to the cemetery, guided by the directions Marcy had given her to find Julie’s final resting place.
When we arrived, I saw that she’d been laid to rest beside Frank, my father, her first husband. The sight of their names carved into neighboring stones made my breath catch. I knelt, the ground still soft, the soil freshly turned. My fingers sank into it as if searching for her warmth. Memories surged. Small, ordinary ones. Her laugh, the way she’d touch my face, the quiet talks after making love. I couldn’t stop the tears. They came hard and fast, and I sobbed without shame, grief unspooling in waves too old and tangled to hold back.
After a few moments, I felt her presence press gently against me. A warm, soft body kneeling close, an arm wrapping around my shoulders with quiet resolve. I turned and saw Marcy, her face streaked with tears, eyes reflecting my own sorrow. We held each other tightly, clinging to the weight of what had been lost and the bond we still had. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then she leaned in and whispered, voice trembling, “I love you, Dad, as much as she did. Your love stayed with her all the way to the end. She lived a beautiful life, because of you, in part.”
I buried my head in her hair, her natural scent flooding my senses, stirring memories of the times we’d spent together. “Thank you for insisting I come pay my respects,” I murmured. “Seeing you here means everything to me.” I felt her arms tighten around me, not in reply, but in silent understanding. In that closeness, grief softened into something gentler: love remembered, love enduring.
We sat and talked quietly for a while before finally rising. Jennifer walked over and embraced us both, offering silent support as we slowly made our way back to our cars. Just before we parted, Marcy leaned in and kissed me softly, then handed me a purse. I recognized it immediately. It was the same one Julie had with her during our visit to the Hilton.
“Mom told me to give this to you. Open it once you’re back at your hotel.” She kissed me one last time, her voice trembling as she added, “Goodbye, Daddy. I love you.” Then she turned and walked to her car, leaving me standing with the weight of her words and the purse in my hands.
After we showered back at the hotel, I opened the purse and found the silky, blue panties and panties she’d worn the first time we’d silently revealed our love for each other. A bittersweet chuckle escaped me as tears welled up again. Jennifer looked over, puzzled, until I explained the memory tied to it. She giggled softly, her eyes misting too. It felt like Julie had reached out from beyond, offering one final, tender gesture of comfort, just when I needed it most.
With Jennifer’s support, my grieving period gently shortened as we immersed ourselves in work and caring for the expectant mothers. Both gave birth to beautiful daughters, and a year later, Joshua and Cindy welcomed a healthy baby boy of their own. Their studies remained on track, and whenever needed, Jennifer and I were always there to care for their children.
It was nearly time for our long-overdue trip to Hawaii, ten years having passed since our last visit. A few weekends before our scheduled departure, Amy stopped by on a Friday evening. Almost hesitant to ask, I couldn’t help myself. “Where are Steve and the kids? Is everything okay?”
She smiled reassuringly. “Of course, Dad. They stayed home. I’m here to meet with Cindy. We have some business to go over. I’m meeting with her tomorrow.”
Relief washed over me, and when she returned Saturday afternoon, she shared, “Dad, Cindy is making excellent progress toward becoming an attorney, and I’ve added her as a manager of the trust Mom established. I explained its intent and purpose, and eventually, she’ll take the lead. I have full confidence in her ability. It felt like the right time to pass the baton to the next generation.”
“Thanks, Amy,” I expressed sincerely. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for us. Do you want to spend the night before heading back, or are you planning to leave tonight?”
“I’m heading home tomorrow after breakfast,” she replied. “I’ll help Jennifer with dinner, and then we can relax in the garden. It’s always so peaceful, a perfect way to end the day. I’ve always felt a connection to Mom when I’m there. A soft pull, like her spirit brushing against mine.”
Jennifer and I nodded and smiled, acknowledging we shared her feelings.
After savoring a delicious meal, we tidied up the kitchen and headed out to the garden. Jennifer and I snuggled into the loveseat while Amy settled into the lounge chair across from us. Conversation flowed easily as we caught up on her kids and all the ways they were growing and thriving. When the evening breeze turned cool, we made our way inside to take our warm showers and meet in the living room for the rest of the night.
I was the last to shower, and when I entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, Jennifer approached me, cloaked in her nightgown. She ripped my towel off, tossed it to the side, kissed me, and lustfully croaked, “You won’t need this tonight.”
She handed me a blue pill and a glass of water before instructing me, “Take this and wait here. You’re in for a long night.” She exited and closed the door, leaving me with a big smile. I stepped into the bathroom, swallowed my pill, set the glass on the counter, and re-entered the bedroom. I assumed that Jennifer was informing Amy that we might be noisy that night, but I was surprised when Amy opened the door and entered.
After closing the door, she shook off her robe, revealing her shapely, nude body. “Jesus, Amy. You haven’t aged in twenty years.”
That brought a smile to her face. She cupped her breasts, lifting them and with a grin, remarked, “These are a little bigger after two kids, and they sag a bit, but I’m sure you’ll still like sucking on them.” Looking at my jutting prick, she cooed, “Oh, is that for me, Daddy?”
Still unsure of why she was here instead of Jennifer, I stuttered, “Amy? Where’s Jennifer?”
She chuckled at my confused state, closed the distance to me, and embraced me tightly, smashing her soft breasts against me. She kissed me, the sweet taste of her lips bringing back memories from two decades earlier. Her fiery eyes were filled with lust as her mouth sensuously ground against mine.
Pulling back, she explained, “Jennifer’s spending the night in my room. When you appointed me as the trust manager, I was given the authority to determine my own compensation. My chosen payment is a night with my daddy. And yes, Steve not only knows but insisted I seal the deal with you.”
My hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs flicking her hard, pink, half-dollar-sized nipples. She groaned as my fingers excited her.