Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 2 - The Decision
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The Decision - 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 ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Niece Aunt Nephew Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration First Fisting Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts AI Generated
The motel room door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the stale, quiet air. Steve leaned back against it, his mind a roaring torrent of conflicting images. His mother’s confession. A global incestuous clan. The feel of her enormous, soft tit in his hand. The memory sent a fresh jolt straight to his cock, which twitched insistently against his zipper.
He groaned, pushing himself off the door and pacing the thin carpet. A secret society. Centuries old. It was insane, yet ... he believed it. The story was too wild, too fantastic to be a lie. His mom wouldn’t make something like that up. The way she’d looked at him, her voice trembling with sincerity as she revealed the O’Connors’ dark tradition—it all felt real. And the way she’d touched him, how his body had responded to her ... that wasn’t fake.
Steve stopped pacing, his hand running through his hair as he tried to process it all. He’d spent his whole life thinking his family was normal, boring even. Now, he felt like he’d been living in a twisted fairy tale, and he was the only one who hadn’t known the truth. The weight of it pressed down on him, but there was no denying it—his mom’s story had sunk in, and he couldn’t shake it.
His eyes was drawn to the cheap motel painting above the bed. His mind, however, was far from the garish artwork. It was back in that secluded booth, reliving the feel of his mother’s hand on his thigh, her fingers grazing the bulge in his jeans. The memory was relentless, and he felt his cock hardening again, straining against the fabric.
Steve groaned, his hand sliding down to palm himself through his jeans. He couldn’t help it. The image of her unbuttoning her blouse, exposing those enormous, soft tits, was burned into his brain. He imagined her sliding his cock between them, her warm flesh enveloping him, her nipples brushing against his shaft as she worked him up and down. Oh God, she would be so good at it. Her hands would be soft yet firm, her eyes locked on his as she teased him, milked him, until he was trembling on the edge of release.
He unzipped his jeans, freeing his aching cock, and began to stroke himself slowly, the fantasy playing out in vivid detail. He could almost feel her breath on his tip, hear the wet sounds of her tits gliding along his length. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. “Mom...” he whispered, his hand moving faster as he pictured her lips parting, her tongue darting out to lick the precum beading at his tip.
But just as he was about to tip over the edge, reality crashed back in. He stopped, breathing hard, his cock throbbing with unspent tension. This wasn’t helping. If anything, it was making things worse. He needed clarity, not more confusion. He needed ... a neutral party. Someone who knew the truth but wasn’t at the center of the hurricane that was his immediate family.
Evelyn. His aunt had always been the one person he could talk to about anything. She was sharp, honest, and—most importantly—she was part of the clan. If anyone could help him make sense of this, it would be her. With a shaky hand, he reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found her name.
He hesitated for a moment, then hit call.
His aunt Evelyn. She was always the cool aunt, the one who laughed easily and seemed to understand things nobody else did. Of course she knew. Everyone knew but him.
To his relief, she answered.
“Stevie!” Her voice was a warm, melodic giggle that somehow cut through his anxiety. “So good to hear from you. You’ve caused quite the stir, you know. Not just with your folks. The whole local clan is buzzing.”
“Buzzing? What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice tighter than he intended.
“Mmm, it’s better explained in person. Come over. The girls are at school for a few more hours. I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”
An hour later, he stood on her porch, his heart hammering against his ribs. The door swung open before he could knock.
Evelyn stood there, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She didn’t say hello. Instead, she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him inside, and crushed her mouth against his in a deep, searing French kiss. Her tongue slid against his, tasting of mint and something uniquely her. Mmmph.
He froze, his brain short-circuiting. She broke the kiss with a soft, wet smack and laughed at his wide-eyed, stunned expression.
“What ... what was that for?” he stammered, his lips still tingling.
“Consider it a welcome,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling with playful seductiveness. “And a preview. You might as well get used to it if you’re joining us.” She turned and led him toward the kitchen, her movements fluid and athletic. He followed, his eyes unconsciously tracing the sway of her hips and the slender line of her back. She was so different from his mother’s voluptuous, overwhelming curvature; Evelyn was all sleek, compact temptation.
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