Jill and Christ
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Jill, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, walked with an enviable confidence that masked the fluttering nerves bubbling in her stomach. Though she put on a brave front, the anticipation of the day’s events gnawed at her, creating a whirlwind of emotions inside her. She often found herself wondering if the risks they were taking were worth it, if they were prepared for what lay ahead. Her mind raced as she replayed the motivations behind this unusual outing—an adventure that felt both exhilarating.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction Celebrity Incest Mother Son Anal Sex
The following weekend, a sleek black limousine pulled up outside their hotel, the engine purring like a predator ready to claim its prey. Sam leaned against the car, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watched Christ and Jill approach. “You two are going to love this,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “We’re taking the show on the road.”
They climbed into the plush interior, the leather seats cool against their skin. The director, Greg, was already inside, his camera at the ready. “We’re going to shoot some outdoor scenes,” he explained, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Something a little more ... public.”
The luxury limousine slowly drove along the winding dirt path that led to the private and isolated wooden house, nestled in the heart of a lush farm. The farmland expanded in every direction, with rolling fields of green stretching as far as the eye could see, occasionally broken by the distant sight of grazing livestock or the faint sound of an animal’s bleat echoing through the air. This peaceful and idyllic setting, with its rustic charm and pastoral beauty, provided a stark and unexpected contrast to the illicit and taboo activities that Christ and his companion were planning to engage in once they reached their secret destination.
The wooden farmhouse itself was a picturesque and charming structure, with its rustic wooden exterior, cosy interior, and expansive surroundings of natural beauty. The house stood alone and unguarded, providing the perfect secluded location for Christ and his companion to explore their forbidden desires and fantasies without fear of judgment or discovery. The tranquillity of the countryside, with its soothing sounds and gentle rhythms, seemed to heighten the thrill and excitement of their upcoming acts, knowing that they were about to indulge in something both thrilling and taboo amidst such a serene and beautiful setting.
As they stepped out of the limousine and onto the soft earth, Christ couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement and arousal coursing through his veins. The thought of their illicit and forbidden love blossoming amidst the natural beauty of the farmland, with the rustic charm of the farmhouse as their backdrop, was almost too much to bear. He revelled in the delicious thrill of their taboo activities being captured amidst the pastoral beauty of the countryside, the thought of their forbidden love being forever immortalised in this idyllic setting.
The air was thick with anticipation and excitement as Christ and his companion entered the wooden farmhouse, their hearts beating fast with desire and longing. The rustic charm of the interior, with its wooden beams, fireplace, and comfortable furnishings, provided the perfect setting for their illicit love to flourish and grow, far from the prying eyes of the world. And as they closed the door behind them, sealing themselves off from the outside world, Christ knew that they had entered a haven of forbidden love and passion, a place where they could be truly free to indulge in their deepest desires and fantasies, amidst the picturesque beauty of the countryside.
Sam led them inside, where they were greeted by a plump, dark-skinned woman with a warm smile and a welcoming demeanor. “This is Louisa,” he said, his arm around her ample waist. “And this is her son, Jamal.”
Jamal was tall, with broad shoulders and a cocky grin that suggested he knew exactly what they were there for. He stepped forward, extending a hand to Christ. “Looking forward to working with you,” he said, his grip firm.
Christ felt a twinge of nervousness, but Jill took charge, her hand sliding down to grip his thigh. “It’s going to be a wild ride,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
The farmhouse, located in a secluded and tranquil setting, had been transformed into a veritable den of iniquity, its decor and atmosphere tailored to cater to the whims and desires of those with a penchant for indulging in lascivious activities. The rooms were adorned with plush couches and sumptuous seating arrangements, inviting guests to relax and indulge in their most primal desires. In strategic locations throughout the house, sturdy and well-crafted sex swings were suspended from the ceiling, offering those daring enough to try them out a unique and thrilling experience.
The air inside the farmhouse was thick and heavy with the scent of personal lubricant, mingling with the natural aroma of desire and arousal that hung in the atmosphere. The combination of these scents was intoxicating, creating a heady mix that invigorated the senses and set the heart racing with anticipation. The anticipation was palpable, as the other performers and guests of the farmhouse mingled and socialized, their eyes gleaming with hunger and their smiles filled with knowing and suggestive innuendo.
Christ, could feel her heart begin to race as she took in the sights and sounds of the farmhouse. The excitement of the evening ahead, coupled with the knowledge that she would be performing for a room full of eager and enthusiastic guests, filled her with a sense of exhilaration and arousal. She could feel her body responding to the atmosphere, her skin tingling and her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. As she made her way through the crowd, exchanging greetings and small talk with her fellow performers, Christ knew that the night ahead would be one to remember.
Jill, dressed in a skimpy lingerie set that barely contained her voluptuous figure, sailed through the room like a pro, introducing herself to the other guests. Christ watched her, his chest swelling with pride. She had come so far from the nervous woman who had first stepped into Lustfull Productions’ office.
The theme of the weekend was a swinger’s retreat, and the farmhouse had been transformed into a hedonistic playground. They were to perform in scenes with other actors, a first for both of them. Christ felt a strange mix of excitement and jealousy as he watched Jill interact with the other men, her laughter tinkling through the air like a siren’s call.
The first scene was set by the pool, the water shimmering under the hot sun. Jill’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she stepped into the cool water, her body on display for all to see. Christ, dressed in nothing but a pair of tight trunks, couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.
Jamal approached, his eyes lingering on Jill’s curves as they talked about the upcoming scene. The script called for a steamy encounter between Christ and another woman, while Jill watched from the sidelines. It was a test of their boundaries, a push into the deep end of the swinger’s lifestyle.
Christ felt his stomach tighten as he watched Jill and Jamal’s conversation, but she shot him a wink, her eyes filled with reassurance. He knew she was in her element, a sexual goddess ready to conquer new lands. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
The scene began with Christ and a young, raven-haired woman named Lila. She was petite but curvy, her eyes filled with a fiery lust that matched his own. They kissed by the pool’s edge, the water lapping at their bodies as they touched and explored each other.
Jill watched from a nearby lounge chair, her eyes on Christ as he kissed Lila. A part of her felt a pang of jealousy, but she pushed it aside, reminding herself that this was all part of the job. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving her son’s body as he moved with the grace of a seasoned performer.
The scene grew more heated, their bodies tangling in the water, the splashes masking their moans. Jill felt her own desire building, her hand drifting to her pussy as she watched. It was strange, seeing Christ with another woman, but the excitement of the situation only served to fuel her own arousal.
Shellby joined her, handing her a towel. “Remember, this is just acting,” she said, her voice low and soothing. “You’re still the most important woman in his life.”
Jill nodded, taking a deep breath. She knew Shellby was right, but it was still difficult to watch. Christ’s eyes flicked to hers, and she gave him a nod, her own reassurance. He winked at her before turning back to Lila, his hands roaming her body with practiced ease.
The scene escalated, Lila straddling Christ as they kissed deeply. The director called for more, for them to take it to the next level. Christ hesitated, looking to Jill for approval. She gave it with a nod, her hand moving faster over her clit.
As they disappeared into the farmhouse, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the open windows, Jill felt a strange sense of relief. The tension had been building all week, and now it was finally being released. She stood, her legs shaky, and made her way to the nearest sex swing.
Her heart raced as she climbed into it, the leather cool against her skin. She knew what was expected of her, what the scene called for. But as she swung back and forth, her eyes on the horizon, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement.
Shellby approached, her own lust evident. “Your turn,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.
Jill took a deep breath, her nerves jangling. But she knew she could do this, that she had come too far to back down now. She spread her legs, inviting the other woman closer.
Shellby didn’t need any more encouragement. She dropped to her knees, her mouth finding Jill’s clit with unerring precision. Jill’s back arched, her moans joining the symphony of pleasure that filled the air.
The farmhouse was a blur of bodies and lust, a living, breathing embodiment of their new life. She felt alive, more alive than she had in years. And as the weekend unfolded, she embraced every moment, every touch, every whispered word of encouragement.
Their love had become a spectacle, but it was their love nonetheless. And as they gave themselves over to the camera, to the industry, they knew that nothing could ever come between them.
The weekend passed in a haze of passion and pleasure, each scene more intense than the last. They pushed their boundaries, explored their desires, and found themselves in a world where the only limits were their own inhibitions.
And as the final scene ended, their bodies exhausted but their spirits high, they knew that they had truly found their place. They were the Walkers, the most notorious incestuous porn couple in the business, and they were just getting started.
The limo ride back to the city was filled with laughter and excitement, their bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of their performance. They had survived the swinger’s retreat, and they had done it with flying colors.
Christ leaned against Jill, his hand resting on her thigh. “I love you, Mom,” he murmured, his voice filled with a newfound respect and admiration.
Jill kissed his forehead, her heart swelling with pride. “I love you too, baby,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “And we’re going to conquer this industry together.”
The city lights grew closer, the world outside their bubble of desire and taboo beckoning them back to reality. But as they held each other, their bodies entwined, they knew that their reality was anything but ordinary.
They had chosen a path that most would never dare to tread, but in that limo, with the scent of sex still clinging to their skin, they felt unstoppable. The future was theirs, and they were going to make it as dirty and beautiful as they could.
Christ leaned over to Jill, his eyes shining with excitement. “You know what, Mom?” he said, his voice filled with a boyish charm that made her heart melt. “This was the best weekend of my life.”
Jill couldn’t help but laugh, her hand stroking his cheek. “Mine too, baby,” she replied, her voice filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the afterglow of their recent escapades. “We’re going to make a great team.”
The limo pulled up to their hotel, the city lights reflecting off the shiny black exterior. The driver opened the door, and they stepped out into the cool night air, their bodies still humming with excitement. They had proven themselves to be more than just a one-hit-wonder, they were the real deal.
The producer, director, and Shellby congratulated them on their exceptional performance, and Christ couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. Jill looked absolutely radiant, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence that had been born from the weekend’s events.
They returned to their suite, their bodies still sticky with sweat and desire. The camera crew had left them with instructions for the next day’s scenes, but for now, they had the night to themselves.
Christ and Jill showered together, their hands exploring each other’s bodies with the familiarity of long-time lovers. The water cascaded over their skin, washing away the remnants of the day’s filming. They talked about the scenes they had shot, their reactions to the new experiences, and their excitement for the future.
After they had cleaned themselves up, they settled into the large, comfortable bed, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Jill curled into Christ’s arms, her head on his chest, her breathing deep and even. They lay there for a moment, listening to the sound of each other’s hearts beating.
Christ kissed the top of her head, his hand gently caressing her arm. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a soft whisper in the darkness.
Jill nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “More than okay,” she murmured. “This weekend was ... incredible.”
Christ tightened his arms around her, his cock already starting to stir again. “You were amazing,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “I can’t believe how far we’ve come.”
Jill’s hand slid down to his growing erection, her touch sending shivers down his spine. “We’ve still got a lot to learn,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “But I’m loving every second of it.”
They made love again that night, their bodies speaking a language of love and lust that transcended the confines of their new career. It was a gentle, tender affair, a stark contrast to the raunchy scenes they had just finished filming.
In the quiet moments that followed, as their breathing returned to normal and their hearts slowed, they talked about their future. They had signed on for a series of films with Lustfull Productions, and the thought of their names becoming synonymous with taboo desire was both thrilling and terrifying.
The next day, they woke to the sound of knocking on their door. It was time for their next set of scenes, and as they dressed and prepared themselves, they knew that they were about to push their boundaries even further.
The script called for a threesome with another man, something they had never done before. Christ felt his stomach clench with nerves, but Jill was calm, her eyes filled with excitement. “It’s just another day at the office,” she said, her voice soothing.
The scene began with the three of them on a luxurious bed, the silk sheets sliding against their skin as they touched and kissed. The other man, a well-known porn star named Marcus, was gentle and reassuring, his experience evident in the way he guided them.
Christ watched as Jill took control, her confidence growing with each passing moment. She was a natural, her body moving with an ease that seemed almost unreal. And as he took his place beside her, he knew that this was their destiny, to share their love with the world, no matter how twisted it might seem.
The scene grew more intense, their bodies moving in a dance of passion that was both erotic and beautiful. Christ felt himself getting lost in the moment, his love for Jill growing stronger with each shared moan.
When it was over, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat. The director called cut, and the room erupted in applause. They had done it again, pushed past their limits and come out on top.
As they showered together, the hot water washing away the evidence of their love, they talked about the future. There would be more scenes, more challenges, but they faced them as a team, united in their love and their desire to explore the depths of their sexuality.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Their notoriety grew, and with it, their confidence. They became the darlings of the porn world, their every move chronicled in the tabloids and discussed in hushed whispers.
But amidst the glamour and the scandal, their love remained strong. They were the Walkers, an incestuous porn couple who had turned their darkest desires into a successful career. And as they lay in bed, their bodies spent and their hearts full, they knew that they had found their true calling.
Their love was a force to be reckoned with, a power that could not be contained by societal norms or the judgment of others. And as they drifted off to sleep, the sound of their hearts beating in unison, they knew that together, they could conquer anything.
Their story was far from over, the script of their lives still being written. But as they embraced their newfound fame and the endless possibilities it brought, they never forgot the bond that had brought them here. They were the Walkers, and the world was their oyster, just waiting to be plucked and enjoyed.
The premiere of their first film was an event to remember. The red carpet was rolled out, the cameras flashed, and their names were on everyone’s lips. The movie had been released under the title “Forbidden Fruit,” and it was selling like hotcakes. The controversy had only fueled the public’s appetite for their brand of taboo love.
Jill and Christ held hands as they walked down the red carpet, their hearts racing. They were dressed to the nines, her in a figure-hugging dress that made her look like a sex goddess, him in a tailored suit that accentuated his young, muscular physique. The whispers and knowing looks from the industry insiders only served to make them feel more powerful.
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