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Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret

Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas

Chapter 17 - The Understanding

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17 - The Understanding - Steve decision to come home one day early from college will change his life. He first stumble on a family secret, then learns this secret has international ramifications. Is ignorance bliss? or if he plays his cards right and embrace his legacy, he may well becomes one of the most powerful man in the world.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Coercion   Consensual   Reluctant   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Father   Daughter   Cousins   Niece   Aunt   Nephew   Grand Parent   MaleDom   Rough   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   First   Fisting   Lactation   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Hairy   Size   Small Breasts   Teacher/Student   AI Generated  

Steve’s gaze lingered on Charlotte, her mouth sealed around Evelyn’s dark nipple with a soft, rhythmic slorp, slorp, slorp. Heather’s hand, gentle yet firm, cupped his cheek and turned his face back to hers. Her striking blue eyes were glistening, with tears tracing a path through her perfect makeup.

“Make love to me, I need it,” she whispered, her voice cracking with a raw vulnerability that shattered his focus on the present tableau.

He kissed her then, not with the frantic passion of before, but with a deep, soulful intensity that poured every ounce of the confusing, overwhelming love he felt for her into the connection. Her lips yielded to his, tasting of tea and a sweetness that was uniquely Heather. He could feel the dampness of her tear against his skin.

Breaking the kiss, he made his way down her body, his lips blazing a trail over the regal slope of her neck, the elegant line of her collarbone. He worshiped the soft, heavy weight of her breasts, sucking a taut, pink nipple into his mouth until she gasped, her back arching. Mmmphf. He finally reached his destination, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening center.

It was, as she’d said, a swamp. Her slickness coated her inner thighs, the musky, intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air around them. Her folds were puffy and flushed a deep, needy red.

“Please, just put it in me!” she pleaded, her hips making small, desperate circles. “I’m more than ready already. Fuck me, Steve. Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Giving heather a swipe of his tongue before climbing back up her body, he positioned himself between her thighs. The broad, leaking head of his cock pressed against her soaked entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing not just his grandmother, but the fierce, beautiful leader who had chosen him, and the woman who was laid bare before him, his love.

He pushed forward, not with a brutal thrust, but with an excruciating, perfect slowness that made them both cry out. Squish.

“Oh, fuck ... Grandma...”

“Yes, baby ... oh, yes...”

He sank into her inch by breathtaking inch, every nerve ending in his cock screaming as her velvety, clenching heat enveloped him. He could feel every tiny bump, every throbbing vein within her gripping channel. She was impossibly tight, a silken fist milking his length, and so incredibly wet that the sound of their joining was a lewd, continuous squelch.

He buried himself to the hilt, their pelvises meeting with a soft, wet smack. He held himself there, buried deep inside her, feeling her internal muscles flutter and clench around him in a series of tiny, delicious spasms. Glrk.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to hers. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. It’s sucking my cock right in.”

“It’s your pussy, Steve,” she moaned back, her nails digging into his shoulders. “It’s always been waiting for you. Now fuck it. Fuck your grandmother’s needy, old pussy.”

He began to move, setting a deep, rolling rhythm that was less about frantic pace and more about profound, intimate connection. Each withdrawal was a slow, dragging agony, his thick shaft glistening with her juices. Each thrust was a homecoming, a thump of his hips meeting hers, driving the air from her lungs in a pleasured gasp.

Their coupling was both beautiful and excruciating, a dance of souls intertwining as he maintained the slow, deliberate pace. It wasn’t about the destination but the journey—each second stretching into eternity, each movement a testament to the depth of their connection. How could he not fall in love with this truly exceptional woman? Her body moved with a grace that spoke of years of strength and wisdom, yet her vulnerability shone through with every breathy gasp.

She clung to him, her nails lightly scratching his back, as if she feared he might vanish if she let go. His heart pounded in rhythm with hers, their bodies synced in a melody only they could hear. How could she not yearn for the man who had awakened her youthful exuberance? Her eyes, filled with a mix of desire and adoration, locked onto his, refusing to let him look away.

The sound of their union was subtle yet profound—the soft squelch of wetness as he moved within her, and the shared breaths that mingled in the air between them. His thrusts were measured, each one a promise, each withdrawal a plea for more.

“Steve...” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You make me feel alive and loved, something I thought I had lost at your grandfather’s death.”

“And you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you make me believe in something greater than myself.”

Their love was a tapestry woven with threads of passion, tenderness, and an unspoken understanding that transcended the physical. In that moment, they were more than just grandmother and grandson—they were two souls bound together by a force neither could resist.

Heather’s eyes rolled back in her head, her magnificent breasts swaying and jiggling with every powerful drive of his hips. “Right there! Oh, god, right there, Steve! Your big fucking cock is stretching me so good!”

From the corner of his eye, Steve saw the other two women had stopped their own activities and were now watching, enthralled. Charlotte’s hand was between her own legs, rubbing furious circles over her clit as she watched her mother get railed. Evelyn was kneading her own breasts, pinching her nipples, her mouth agape.

Heather’s hands roamed over his back, down to his ass, grabbing handfuls of his muscle and pulling him deeper into her with every thrust. “I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come all over your gorgeous cock. Make your grandma cum!”

Her words, so filthy and perfect, pushed him closer to the edge. He drove into her harder, the pace quickening, the couch beginning to rock against the wall with a steady thump, thump, thump. The wet, sloshing sounds grew louder, more obscene. Splortch. Squelch.

Heather’s body went rigid. A raw, ragged scream was torn from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, a series of rapid, rhythmic pulses that milked his shaft relentlessly. Gush. The feel of her climax triggered his own.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Grandma!” he grunted, his own control shattering.

He plunged into her one last, final time, hilting himself as deep as he could possibly go. With a guttural grunt, he came. He felt the intense, pumping release, each jet a throb of pure, primal pleasure as he emptied himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, spent, both of them slick with sweat and their natural oils. His cock, still hard, twitched inside her well-used pussy with a final, contented pulse.

They lay there for a moment, the only sound their ragged breathing and the quiet, wet drip from their joined bodies. Slowly, sensually, Heather wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him inside her, not wanting to let him go. She ran her fingers through his hair.

A throat cleared. Steve turned his head to see Charlotte and Evelyn standing naked by the couch, their eyes dark with hunger. Charlotte licked her lips.

“Wow, I’ve never seen anyone taking mom like that!” Charlotte purred, her gaze fixed on where their bodies were still joined. “But don’t think for a second you’re done. You’ve got a lot more family to take care of.”

Evelyn nodded, her hand stroking up Charlotte’s back. “We’ve been waiting our turn.”

Charlotte’s voice, dripping with playful hunger, broke the heavy silence. “Dibs!” she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’m the only one here who hasn’t ridden the nephew express yet.”

Steve, still lost in the afterglow with Heather, hesitated, his gaze lingering on his grandmother’s flushed, satisfied face. But Heather had other plans. With a warm, encouraging smile, she gently nudged him. “Go on, stud. You’re needed,” she purred, her voice soft yet commanding.

 
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