Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 7 - The Talent
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - The Talent - 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 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 AI Generated
Susan’s eyes fluttered open, her cheek resting on the warm, firm muscle of her son’s thigh. The familiar, musky scent of their intense fucking filled her nostrils, a perfume of pure satisfaction. She looked up to find Steve gently wiping her brow with a cool, damp cloth, his expression a tender mix of awe and concern.
She smiled, a lazy, sated curl of her lips. “Is it true? Were you a virgin?”
Steve’s face flushed a deep crimson, but a small, proud smile touched his mouth as he nodded, his blue eyes not leaving hers.
“My god, son!” she breathed, the words laced with genuine astonishment. She shifted, sitting up to face him, her eyes wide with curiosity. “How did you learn to fuck like this?” Steve shrugged, a small, confident smile playing on his lips. “Mostly from sexual relationship videos on the internet. Also, a few female friends in college gave me some pointers. We never did anything because they were in exclusive relationships, but they wanted my first time to be better than theirs was.” He looked at Susan, his grin widening. “And it sure was!”
Steve remained silent, the red in his cheeks deepening, but his chest swelled slightly at her praise. His cock, still slick with her juices and his own release, twitched against his stomach, still hard.
Susan’s green eyes dropped to it, and a hungry, predatory gleam replaced the post-coital softness. She stood, her pale body a stunning contrast to the dark carpet, and took his hand, pulling him up with her. “Come,” she whispered, her voice husky with renewed need. “I want more.”
Steve let himself be pulled to his feet, his gaze darting down the hallway. “Where’s Mia and Zoé?”
“I told them to give us the house for the afternoon,” she said, leading him by the hand toward her bedroom. “Zoé has practice and Mia went to see some friends.” She pushed open the door to the master suite and guided him inside, the space dominated by a large, inviting king-sized bed.
With a firm shove, she pushed him backward onto the mattress. He landed with a soft thump, his impressive nine-inch cock standing tall and proud against his abdomen. Susan stared at it, a fresh wave of desire making her mouth water. She couldn’t believe its resilience, its sheer, perfect size.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her weight settling on him. She reached between her legs, taking his thick, hot length in her hand, positioning the broad, leaking head at her soaked opening. She looked into his eyes, her expression turning from hungry to intensely loving. “Make love to me,” she asked gently, her voice barely a whisper.
Then she sank down.
It wasn’t the frantic, desperate fucking of before. This was slower, more deliberate. A low, guttural uhn escaped her throat as she took all of him, her inner walls stretching exquisitely to accommodate his incredible girth. She began to move, a slow, circular grind of her hips, pressing his cock hard against her pubic bone with every downward motion.
“Fuck, Steve ... right there,” she moaned, her head tilting back. Her massive tits jiggled and swayed with her rhythm, a mesmerizing tidal wave of pale, freckled flesh. “You feel so fucking good inside me. So deep. I can feel every fucking inch of your perfect cock.”
Steve’s hands came up to cup her breasts, his large hands nearly swallowed by their immense softness. He squeezed, his thumbs finding her hard nipples, pinching and rolling them. Susan cried out, her grinding becoming more urgent.
“Yes! Just like that, baby. Play with Mommy’s big tits. Make them feel good for you.”
He sat up slightly, capturing one straining nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. The sound was a wet, hungry slurp. Susan’s fingers tangled in his black hair, holding him to her breast. “Oh, god, yes! Suck them. They’re all yours, Steve. All your fucking milkers.”
The lewd, nasty talk seemed to ignite something in him. His hips began to piston upward, meeting her downward grinds. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room—schlap, schlap, schlap.
“I’m gonna fuck you so slow and deep, Mom,” he grunted, his voice ragged. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock again. I want to feel that tight, nasty pussy squirt all over my fucking balls.”
His words were a catalyst. Susan’s orgasm built rapidly, a coil of unbearable pleasure tightening deep in her core. Her movements became erratic, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “It’s coming ... Steve, I’m gonna ... oh fuck!”
Her body seized, and a gush of warm fluid splurted out around his thrusting cock, soaking both of them. She screamed, a raw, uninhibited sound of pure ecstasy as she convulsed atop him.
But Steve didn’t stop. He held her hips firm, driving into her through her climax, fucking her through the overwhelming waves of sensation. Just as her shudders began to subside, he flipped her over onto her back with a strength that stole her breath. He hovered over her, his blue eyes dark with lust, and drove back into her sodden depths with a single, powerful thrust that made the bed frame creak in protest.
“Now it’s my turn,” he growled, pinning her wrists above her head.
He settled into a slow but brutal, relentless pace. Each thrust was a masterclass in carnality, his huge cock spearing into her, the sound a wet, rhythmic squelch with every penetration. Susan was so overstimulated she could only whimper, her eyes rolling back as a second, stronger orgasm was ruthlessly fucked out of her. Another torrent of her release gushed out, the mattress beneath them growing damp.
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