Chapter 26 - The Trip

Steve remained unmoving, making the women nervous. “Why do you want to move? I’ve lived here all my life.”

“I know honey,” Susan began, her voice a soothing melody meant to convince him. Using her enormous breasts to entice as she shifted closer, the pale orbs barely contained by her silk robe. “But we spoke and we want to be together so we can support each other during pregnancy and after birth.”

He saw the hopeful look in her green eyes, felt the collective, eager anticipation of the other women in the room—Heather, Charlotte, Evelyn—their gazes fixed on him, their bodies subtly angled toward his. He smiled. “Good! I definitely want to be part of my kids’ lives! It’s the best solution for all of us.”

His agreement was the signal they’d been waiting for. A gasp escaped Steve’s mouth as they descended upon him in a wave of soft skin and fervent desire. Steve grunted, a mix of surprise and pleasure as his still-recovering body was mobbed. He regretted coming to this meeting naked; his spent cock was a tender testament to the day’s earlier orgy.

Before he could form the words to tell them he needed more time, a warm, searing kiss was pressed against his lips. Heather’s taste flooded his mouth, her tongue dancing with his, claiming him, silencing any protest. And then he felt it—a wet, hot, unbelievable suction around his cock. A deep, guttural groan was torn from his throat. The pleasure and pain was instantaneous and overwhelming, making him hiss in Heather’s mouth

They finally separated enough for his lust-hazed vision to clear. He looked down.

Oh, fuck me.

It was Evelyn. Aunt Evelyn was on her knees before him, her long black hair falling around her face like a silken curtain. Her full, red lips were stretched obscenely around the base of his shaft, his entire nine-inch length buried deep in her throat. Her bright blue eyes, shimmering with triumph and raw hunger, looked up at him. And then he felt it—a deep, internal, impossible vibration originating from where her throat hugged his cock.

Glrk. Slurp. Gurgle.

The sound was filthy, wet, and perfectly synchronized with the intense pleasure radiating up his spine. Her throat muscles fluttered and massaged his entire length, a skilled, practiced motion that made his knees buckle. She was the family’s best cocksucker, and her legendary claim was not an exaggeration. She was the first woman in the clan to have given him an incestuous encounted when he had gone to her for help in resolving his tumultuous feelings last week. She had given him the best suck he had ever felt to this day, and now she was at it again. Her hands, with their perfectly manicured nails, dug into his thighs, her claws firmly attaching herself to him, ensuring he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to.

“Evelyn ... fuck...” he gasped, his head falling back.

Heather, still kissing him, took his hand and guided it inside her bathrobe, pressing it against her burning snatch. Steve didn’t hesitate, plunging two fingers into her wetness. Heather moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand as he worked her sensitive folds.

Susan and Charlotte, emboldened by Steve’s growing enthusiasm, disrobed with practiced ease. Their enormous, milky tits spilled out, their heavy orbs swaying as they moved closer. They lifted their swollen breasts to his face, their nipples stiff and begging for attention. The scent of arousal and the warmth of their skin surrounded him, almost smothering him in their suffocating allure.

“Taste us, Steve,” Susan cooed, her voice thick with lush desire. Charlotte echoed her sister’s sentiment, her lips parting in a wanton moan as Steve hesitated, his mind still reeling from the sensory overload. But before he could act, Charlotte’s eyes widened,

growing big and round as Robert suddenly dropped his pants and entered her from behind. A sharp, guttural “Uhn!” escaped her lips, her body jolting forward from the unexpected intrusion. Susan, ever the perceptive matriarch, turned to her husband with a knowing smirk. She grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a deep, sloppy kiss. Her fingers twisted one of his nipples hard, eliciting a muffled groan from Robert, who reciprocated by grabbing a fistful of her hair and kissing her even more fiercely. The room was alive with the sounds of their passion—Charlotte’s gasps, Robert’s grunts, and Susan’s breathless moans—all swirling together in a symphony of forbidden ecstasy.

Steve groaned, his fingers still buried deep inside Heather as his mouth latched onto Susan’s nipple, sucking hungrily. Charlotte pressed her own tit to his free hand, her own moans mingling with the chorus of pleasure filling the room. The world outside ceased to exist as the women claimed him completely, each touch and sound binding him tighter to their insatiable desires.

Splurt. Glrk.

Evelyn pulled back until only the swollen head of his cock remained in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. A thick string of saliva connected her lips to his member. “Mmmm, Steve,” she hummed, the vibration traveling straight through his cock. “I’ve dreamed of this fucking dick since I first saw its outline in your swim trunks last summer. I want to feel you fucking explode down my throat.”

She dove down again, taking him to the hilt in one smooth, practiced motion. Gulp. Slosh. Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base.

Bob. Bob. Bob.

Her head pistoned on his cock, her tits swaying with the force of her movements. Charlotte and Heather moved in, their hands joining Susan’s on his body, caressing his chest, his abs, his back—claiming every inch of him. Heather leaned in, her lips near his ear. “Just relax, my strong grandson. Let your aunt worship that magnificent cock. You’ve more than earned it.”