The Shaw Family
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A family in an incestuous relationship goes on a camping trip on a hill. While the father and son are out looking for firewood, the mother and daughter disappear without a trace.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM Interracial Black Male White Male Anal Sex
When Claire stepped out of the house, the cool night air washed over her, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat that still lingered in her skin from Oliver’s embrace. She walked to her small car with a sense of unreality, her eyes unfocused on the gravel path. The engine roared to life with a comforting purr, the headlights piercing the darkness like two beams of judgmental light.
As she drove away, the red taillights of Sienna’s house grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, swallowed by the night. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, the leather biting into her palms. The quiet of the village was a stark contrast to the tumultuous symphony that had played out in her ears just moments before.
The drive home was a blur, her thoughts racing in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. The images of the evening played out in her mind like a pornographic film on a loop, each frame burned into her retina, a constant reminder of the forbidden act she had just committed. Yet, as much as she wanted to be repulsed, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of belonging.
The car pulled up to the curb in front of her house, the engine idling as she sat there, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The lights inside were on, casting a warm glow through the curtains. The mundane reality of her life with her husband and children was a stark contrast to the darkness she had just embraced. For a moment, she considered driving away, leaving it all behind.
But she knew she couldn’t. The pull of her newfound family was too strong, the allure of their twisted love too potent. With a heavy sigh, she killed the engine and climbed out of the car, the cold night air a slap to the face. Her legs felt like jelly as she made her way up the path to the front door, the memory disk clutched in her hand like a guilty secret.
When she stepped into the house, the sound of laughter from the main room hit her like a wall. She paused in the hallway, listening to the sound of Alfred’s deep chuckles mingling with the higher pitched giggles of her children. It was a scene of domestic bliss that seemed to mock the depravity she had just indulged in.
Her hand hovered over the door handle, her heart racing as she steeled herself for the facade she had to put on. When she pushed it open, the scene was just as she had left it; Alfred sprawled in his favorite chair with Evelyn curled up in his lap, and Jake lounging on the floor. The TV flickered with the images of a family-friendly film, casting a warm glow over the room.
They looked up as she entered, and she forced a smile that felt like it might crack her face. “Hey,” she said, her voice sounding too high, too bright. “How was the movie?”
Alfred’s eyes searched hers for a moment, as if looking for a clue to her recent absence. “It’s just getting good,” he said, his voice gruff with the hint of an unspoken question. “Where have you been?”
Instead of lying, Claire took a deep breath and stepped closer, her hand outstretched with the memory disk clutched in her palm. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice steady despite the quake in her heart. “Something that happened today.”
The room grew still, the laughter dying down like a TV with the volume slowly turned off. Alfred’s gaze narrowed, a hint of suspicion flitting across his face as he took the disk from her hand. “What is this?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral.
Evelyn and Jake exchanged glances, the air in the room thick with a tension that was palpable. Claire took a deep breath and sat down on the couch, her legs feeling like they might give out beneath her. “It’s from Sienna’s,” she said, her voice low and steady. “It’s ... something we did.”
Alfred’s eyes widened as he slid the disk into the player, the TV screen flickering to life with the image of Sienna’s living room. The three of them watched in stunned silence as the events of the evening played out before their eyes. The camera angle was unsteady at first, catching only glimpses of flesh and shadow, but soon it focused on Claire’s face, her eyes glazed over with lust and fear as she begged for more.
Jake’s mouth fell open as he watched his mother’s transformation, his cock growing hard at the sight of her spread out before Sienna and Oliver. He couldn’t believe the raw, animalistic passion that radiated from the screen, the way she had submitted to them both. Evelyn’s hand found its way to her own pussy, her fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic pattern as she watched her mother’s body be used in ways she had never imagined.
“It’s ... amazing,” Jake finally managed to say, his voice filled with awe. “I had no idea you were into that.”
Evelyn nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. “It’s hot, mom,” she whispered, her own hand moving faster between her legs.
Alfred’s gaze was glued to the television, his hand unconsciously stroking his cock as he watched his wife’s body convulse with pleasure. He looked over at her, his own need growing with each passing moment. “How did it feel, honey?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “To have your darkest desires laid bare for all to see?”
Claire’s cheeks flushed scarlet as she met his gaze, the weight of her confession heavy on her shoulders. She took a shaky breath, her heart racing. “It was ... intense,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never knew I could feel like that.”
Without warning, Alfred leaned in and captured her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands roamed over her body, reacquainting themselves with the curves and contours that had been claimed by another. Claire moaned into his mouth, the kiss sending shockwaves of desire through her body. When they finally broke apart, his eyes searched hers, seeking understanding. “You’re not going to delete this, are you?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
“No,” she breathed, the word barely audible. “I won’t delete it.”
Her eyes searched Alfred’s, seeing the hunger in them, the same hunger that had driven him to watch her with Sienna and Oliver. The confession was a spark, igniting the fire that had been smoldering between them since she walked through the door. He pulled her closer, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her skirt aside to expose the wet mess between her legs. The scent of sex filled the room, a potent aphrodisiac that had her children’s eyes glued to the screen.
Evelyn’s breath hitched as she watched her father’s hand disappear under her mother’s skirt, her own hand moving faster on her clit. Jake’s cock was fully erect now, his eyes darting between the screen and the live action unfolding before him. He had never seen his parents so raw, so animalistic, and it was turning him on more than he cared to admit.
With a growl, Alfred stood, pulling Claire to her feet with a fierce strength that belied his age. She stumbled into his arms, her legs still weak from her earlier encounter. “Kids,” he said, his voice a warning. “Your mother and I need some privacy.”
The room was thick with unspoken tension as Evelyn and Jake reluctantly moved aside, their eyes never leaving their parents’ entwined forms. The door to the bedroom slammed shut, the lock clicking into place with a finality that echoed through the house.
In the wake of their mother’s confession, Evelyn turned to Jake, her eyes glinting with a newfound hunger. “Take me to my room,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that left no room for argument. “I need you to fuck me.”
Jake’s eyes widened, his cock jerking at the bluntness of her request. But he knew better than to refuse. He took her hand, leading her down the hallway with an urgent stride, his heart hammering in his chest. The door to her room closed behind them with a soft click, muffling the sounds of their parents’ passion.
The room was bathed in a soft, muted light, the curtains pulled shut to keep the outside world at bay. Evelyn turned to face him, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her eyes were dark with lust, her cheeks flushed from the excitement of the evening. She reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion.
Her breasts spilled out, the perfect handfuls with pink, erect nipples that begged for attention. Jake’s mouth watered at the sight, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm. She leaned into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Her hand slid down to his waist, her fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. She was clumsy with desire, her movements frantic and needy. He helped her, his own hands trembling with the effort to maintain control. The zipper gave way with a soft hiss, and she pushed the denim down his hips, his cock springing free like a caged animal.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him, her own desire mirrored in her gaze. She took a step back, her hand reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of lace. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, the sight making him growl with need. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her stomach as he leaned in to kiss her again.
Their tongues danced, a battle for dominance that she was all too eager to give in to. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed, laying her down with a gentle thud. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire along her skin. She arched her back, her hips bucking as he found her clit with his tongue, flicking it with the same rhythm she had watched her mother use earlier.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their shared desire. His hand slid down her body, finding her wet and ready, his fingers sliding into her with ease. She was tight around him, her pussy clenching with each stroke. He could feel her orgasm building, the muscles in her legs tensing as she approached the peak.
And then it washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that had her screaming out his name. He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to push her over the edge again and again, her body a canvas for his carnality. The incestuous act they were committing only served to heighten their arousal, the taboo nature of it adding a thrill that neither could deny.
When she was trembling and spent, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her wetness. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, and nodded. He pushed inside, the feeling of her tight, virgin pussy almost too much to handle. She was so small, so delicate, and he knew he had to be gentle.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he inched his way in, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. It was slow, agonizing torture, each inch a battle of wills between his need for speed and his desire to cause her as little pain as possible. But when he was fully seated inside her, the feeling was nothing short of heavenly.
He began to move, his strokes long and slow, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around him. She was so wet, so hot, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Her legs were locked around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts with a moan of pleasure.
Their breath mingled as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that had no words. The room was filled with the sound of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, the wet suction of her pussy taking him in over and over again.
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