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Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret

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Chapter 27 - The Flight

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 27 - The Flight - 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  

The jet’s engines hummed a low, powerful vibration that thrummed through the plush leather of Steve’s seat. He watched the familiar landscape of his hometown shrink into a patchwork quilt below, a nervous knot tightening in his stomach. This was all so fucking surreal.

Heather, impeccably dressed and smelling of expensive perfume, unbuckled her seatbelt with a smooth click. She turned to him, her gaze appraising. “You look like you’re on your way to a funeral, my dear boy. Unclench. This is supposed to be fun.”

“Fun?” Steve grunted, shifting uncomfortably in the opulent surroundings. “Heather, I feel like a fucking imposter. This jet, the money ... it’s not me.”

It is now, ” she said, her voice softening from its earlier posh teasing into something more maternal, more insistent. She leaned closer, her green eyes locking onto his. “The power you wield isn’t just in a title, Steve. It’s in the confidence to command a room, a boardroom, or a private jet. It’s in accepting that you deserve the finest things in life. And right now, you look like you think you deserve a rusted-out pickup truck.”

She reached over, her fingers deftly unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Her touch was electric, a stark contrast to his simmering anxiety. “The first lesson in feeling at ease is to be at ease. You’re wound tighter than a spring.” Her fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the hard lines of his pectorals. “Let me help you relax.”

Steve’s breath hitched. This was his grandmother, but the woman looking at him now was all predator, her intentions clear and heated. Her other hand settled high on his thigh, her touch firm and proprietary. “All that tension ... it needs a release valve.”

“Heather, we’re on a plane,” he whispered, though his body was already responding, blood rushing south, thickening his cock against the inside of his jeans.

And we have it all to ourselves for the next hour and forty-five minutes, ” she purred, her smile wicked. Her fingers found the button of his jeans, popping it open with a practiced flick. The rasp of the zipper followed, a loud, metallic shhhhk in the quiet cabin. “No one to bother us. Just you, me, and thirty thousand feet of empty sky.”

She didn’t wait for permission, sliding her hand inside his boxers. Her cool, smooth fingers wrapped around his rapidly hardening length, and she let out a soft, appreciative gasp. “Fuck, Steve. Every time I feel it, I’m amazed. It’s a fucking masterpiece.” She began to stroke him, a slow, torturous up and down that made his hips twitch. Squelsh. Squelsh. The soft, slick sound of her fist moving over his skin was obscenely loud.

His head fell back against the headrest with a soft thud, a groan escaping his lips. His own hands, seemingly of their own volition, reached for her. He cupped the incredible, heavy weight of one of her breasts through her silk blouse, feeling the stiff peak of her nipple pressing into his palm. “God, Heather...”

Mmm, that’s it, ” she encouraged, her voice a husky whisper next to his ear. Her breath was warm. “Feel how much I want you. My tits are so fucking heavy and aching for your mouth.” She guided his hand inside her blouse, and his fingers met the hot, soft skin of her magnificent chest. He squeezed the full, bountiful flesh, his thumb rasping over her nipple. She gasped, her own hips pushing forward against the armrest between them.

With a low growl, Steve gave up any pretense of resistance. He pulled her blouse open, buttons pinging and scattering across the cabin floor with tiny plink sounds. Her bra was sheer black lace, struggling to contain the massive, pale orbs of her breasts. He yanked the cup down, and her tit spilled free, the nipple a dark, pebbled berry begging for his tongue.

He leaned forward and took it into his mouth, sucking hard. Slurp. Gurgle. He lavished her with his tongue, licking and nibbling, as his grandmother—the poised, powerful matriarch—dissolved into a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.

“Yes! Fuck yes, Steve! Suck your grandmother’s tit! God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” she cried out, her head tossing back. Her hand on his cock worked faster now, a steady, slick rhythm. Squish. Glrk. The wet, dirty sounds of her pumping fist filled the cabin.

He switched to her other breast, giving it the same wet, devouring attention while his free hand worked its way up her skirt. He found the hem of her stockings, the smooth skin of her thigh, and then the hot, damp silk of her panties. He pressed his palm against her, and she was soaked. A low, guttural moan ripped from her throat.

Fuck me, ” she demanded, her eyes blazing with need. “Right here. Right now. I need to feel that fucking magnificent cock splitting me open, Steve. I don’t want to wait.”

She practically clawed at his jeans and boxers, pushing them down past his hips. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach, fully erect and glistening from her ministrations. In one fluid, shockingly strong motion, Heather rose from her seat, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She tore them off with a sharp rrrip of fabric and straddled his lap, facing him.

She was a vision of decadent lust above him, her enormous breasts swaying with the motion of the plane, her eyes dark with hunger. She reached between them, guiding the broad, veiny head of his cock to her wet entrance. She paused, just for a second, her eyes locking with his.

This is where you belong, Steve. In me, in control. Taking what you fucking want.” And with a powerful, thrust of her hips, she sank down onto him, sheathing his entire, throbbing length inside her in one smooth, breathtaking motion. Schlllllp.

The sound was utterly depraved. A wet, sucking, squelching noise announcung their union. Heather’s eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a choked scream of pure pleasure, her inner muscles fluttering around him in a violent, immediate spasm. “FFFFFFFFUCK! It’s so big! You fill me up so fucking completely!”

She began to ride him, a frantic, desperate rhythm, her nails digging into his shoulders. The leather seat creaked beneath them in time with her powerful movements. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their bodies meeting, of her ass impacting his thighs, echoed the jet’s constant hum. Steve gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, helping her piston up and down on his shaft. Each downward plunge was met with a guttural grunt from him and a shrill, keening cry from her.

Oh god, right there! Right fucking there!” she shrieked, her bouncing breasts a hypnotic spectacle. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your huge fucking cock!

Her internal muscles clenched around him like a fist, a series of rapid, milking contractions that made him see stars. Squelch. Squirt. Glorp. The lewd, fluid sounds of her orgasm were unmistakable. She collapsed against his chest, shuddering, her body wracked with pleasure.

But she wasn’t done. Panting heavily, she lifted her head, a wild look in her eyes. “Your turn, my Patriarch,” she breathed, her voice raw. “I want to feel you lose control. I want you to fucking explode inside me. Do it. Fill me up.”

With a guttural growl, Steve wrapped his hands around Heather’s waist and lifted her effortlessly off his lap, his cock still buried deep inside her tight, wet sheath. The sudden movement made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders for balance. He carried her to the polished table in the center of the cabin and deposited her on it with a soft thud, her bare ass hitting the cool surface. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer as he leaned over her, claiming her body with possessive dominance.

Steve’s hands found her enormous tits, their weight and softness filling his palms as he kneaded them roughly. His thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. “I’m gonna fuck a baby in you,” he snarled, his voice low and primal. His thrusts were wild, unrestrained, each one driving his cock deeper into her. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting echoed through the cabin, punctuated by Heather’s desperate moans.

“I’m gonna make you a fifty-year-old mother,” he continued, his words dripping with raw, unfiltered lust. “I’m gonna drink your milk from these magnificent tits of yours.” His mouth descended on one of her nipples, sucking hard enough to draw a guttural scream from her throat. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, lavishing it with attention while his hips pistoned into her without mercy. Slurp. Gurgle. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her breast mingled with the wet, rhythmic squelching of their coupling.

Heather writhed beneath him, her body aflame with need. She tried to meet his thrusts, but her position on the table left her with little leverage. Instead, she surrendered completely, letting herself be consumed by the fiery sensations he was stoking within her. Her back arched off the table, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer to her chest. “Yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck me harder, Steve! Breed me! Fill me up!” she cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

The intensity of their connection was palpable, a raw, carnal energy that neither of them could resist. Steve’s hands roamed over her body, claiming every inch of her as his own. His thrusts grew more frantic, the pressure building at the base of his spine as he neared his release. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, tightening with each stroke as her own orgasm approached.

 
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