Our Mom's an OF Star
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Chapter 3: The Confrontation
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Confrontation - When Emma discovers her mom's OnlyFans, the shock quickly morphs into forbidden excitement - especially when Lily walks in. Their secret late-night viewing sessions grow hotter and more intimate... until Jason catches them in the act. Soon, all three siblings find themselves crossing lines they never imagined, awakening desires that will transform their family forever.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Mult Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Emma, Jason, and Lily had decided to confront Mom after dinner. Mom had said that she wasn’t hungry, so they had just ordered pizza and taken it to Emma’s room, discussing what they would say and how they should approach her. But they still didn’t have a good idea. However, they set out to talk to her regardless.
They tiptoed to their parents’ room, Emma leading the way. They stood outside the door as if standing there would give them strength. Mom had not closed the door, always leaving it open when Dad was away in case the kids needed anything. Through the door, they could see their mother sitting at the vanity, meticulously removing her red nail polish with acetone—the same red nail polish they had seen in the video that Mom had shot earlier that day, wrapped around strangers’ cocks. Dad was traveling for business, and they knew Mom would be alone in the room.
The siblings entered the room. Mom looked into the mirror and smiled at them, but then she saw their faces—serious, anxious faces.
“Mom—we need to talk,” squeaked out Emma.
Sarah’s perfectly manicured fingers froze, and she just knew. As she had said thousands of times before, ‘Moms know everything.’ And now this mom knew that her children knew everything.
Emma stayed still, but Lily, next to her, was trembling, clutching her hands so tight it almost hurt. Jason was behind them both, standing stiff as a board—his chest moving way too fast. He stared at his mom with pity, plus something else Sarah couldn’t put her finger on.
The nervous energy was palpable.
They had just come from Emma’s bedroom, where they’d been eating and had watched—for the seventeenth time—Mom’s latest video, which they had also seen being shot live. It was like a masterpiece on lust, desire, and pure sexuality—how to take two men at once, how to enjoy carnal pleasures, how to please a woman, and how to be sexy and slutty at the same time. They had enacted some of it in the afternoon, having threesomes. But they had done nothing but talk for some time now.
Before leaving for Mom’s room, Emma had kissed both her siblings—with tongue, of course—saying, “No matter what happens, we three will forever be for each other and pleasure each other.”
Now, standing before the woman who had unwittingly started it all, Emma’s mouth went dry. Cat caught your tongue, she thought—and had an internal laugh—not cat, pussy. Pussy caught my tongue. Mom’s pussy. Or maybe, hopefully, it will. Evidently, her thoughts were no longer lucid.
“Mom—we need to talk,” repeated Emma.
Sarah Sinclair spun around on the vanity stool, her pink silk robe parting to reveal the white, sheer, lacy camisole beneath. She let her robe remain open as she stared at their children, trying to play it normal.
“Emma? Yes—what do you...”
Then her gaze flickered to her children as they all stood too close together, breathing too hard. She had nothing to say.
It felt like hours—just silence.
Emma watched her mother comb her fingers through her hair—that familiar, nervous tic she knew so well. Clearly, she was as anxious as they were.
“Just getting ready for bed,” Mom said, forcing a tight-lipped smile. She tried once again. “Did y’all need something?”
Lily laughed before she could stop herself, surprising others.
“Mom, we know,” Jason’s voice came out roughly. He was always the lovable son. This statement from him pained Sarah the most.
Mom’s carefully constructed mask cracked. “Know what?” she stuttured, her voice now a whisper.
Emma walked over to Mom. She could smell her now—her Hermes.
“Let’s try this again, Mom,” Emma said as she pulled out her phone. She made a few taps, and she turned the screen toward their mother. With ‘@MrsSinclairxxx’ on the screen, Sarah Sinclair was on her basement couch getting fucked as she ate the black woman—a scene that had happened a few hours earlier but felt like years ago. “We know about your OnlyFans. About the ‘clients’ you meet for work. About Tim.”
Mom’s breath stopped as she stared at the screen, as if willing it to stop. “It’s just ... It’s supplemental income,” she started, her hands now combing the hair again. “With college tuition and law school and...”
“Cut the bullshit!” Emma said. “I saw the tax returns, which I had to send with the applications. We know things aren’t tough. In fact, the 1099 sent by Fenix doesn’t even scratch the surface of what Dad earns. Without the ESOPs.”
“Oh yes—I saw that 1099 and put two and two together. Fenix is the company that owns OnlyFans—right?” Emma inquired.
Emma watched with fascination as her mother’s body behaved—the way her chest rose and fell, how her nipples peaked visibly beneath the sheer lace, and how there was moisture in her eyes. She seemed like a broken woman; her well-crafted veneer of suburban normalcy had come crashing down.
Then, Sarah Sinclair’s shoulders slumped—defeated.
She knew she always risked exposure. But had hoped otherwise.
“What about Dad?” Lily asked. “Have you thought about what he will think when he knows you’re cheating on him?”
“Your father...” Sarah’s voice cracked, and then she spoke with more resolve. “Your father knows...”
No one breathed.
“Everything.” She looked at them now.
“He’s known for years,” she continued, looking at them but looking like she was staring into the corridor. Well, let’s be honest now, she considered.
“We ... we experimented with swinging mostly after Lily was born. He loved watching me with other men. Loved filming it even more.”
“Tim was his idea. His best friend since law school.” A humorless laugh escaped her. “He likes picking my partners. He likes watching them use me. Likes...” Her fingers trembled as she touched her own lips. “Likes me telling him about them afterward.”
Lily made a squeaking sound like a small rat. Jason looked like he might be sick.
Emma felt dizzy—the images flashing through her mind of her father, the man who’d taught her to ride a bike, smiling and masturbating as he watched his wife get passed around. The way he’d casually mention “Tim’s” golf game at family dinners.
All of it was sick. And yet...
“But I liked it too. I like being watched, being with strangers, and seeing Mark’s face brightens me,” continued Sarah defiantly. This was twisted love. She wanted it off her chest.
A new tension thickened the air.
Then Lily shattered the silence with a whisper. “We watched all your videos.” She swallowed hard, her small hands now holding Jason’s. “And then we ... we...”
Mom’s head snapped up. “You what?”
Emma didn’t flinch. Now or Never. “We touched each other while watching you. Fucked each other while learning from you.” She took a step forward, her perfume again. Oh, she’s hot thought Emma. “You made us feel so hot, Mom. You were so sexy performing, we couldn’t help it.”
Sarah’s hands flew to her mouth. “Oh God. You ... with each other? That’s ... that’s incest! That’s wrong!”
The word hung in the air, ugly and damning.
However, Emma only stepped closer. Then, taking her trembling hand in hers, she said comfortingly, “It’s not wrong if it’s love. And since when is love wrong?”
Sarah tried pulling away, but Emma wouldn’t let go. “Emma, this is...”
“Beautiful,” Emma interrupted. She brought her mother’s hand to her own lips. She kissed each knuckle in turn before turning it over and kissing her wrists. “It’s our family, Mom. And we love each other. And we love you.”
She watched as her mother’s resistance faltered—the slight wavering of her lips, the way Sarah’s breathing became faster.
“Emma ... This is wron...” Her mother’s protest dissolved into a gasp as Emma closed the final distance between them, tilting her head and pushing her lips to Sarah’s.
The first kiss was chaste—just the barest brush of lips. Emma pulled back to watch her mom’s eyes—the emotions warring in her face—shock, denial, and something darker.
Then Emma kissed her again, properly this time, lips parting, sliding her tongue along the seam of those lips she’d seen wrapped around so many cocks, and then pushing further in to enter her mouth properly. And as if she couldn’t resist even if she wanted, her mother opened for her, allowing the tongue to probe. And then her tongue was trying to enter Sarah’s mouth.
The taste was intoxicating—expensive lipstick and faint wine. Emma moaned, her hands going up and tangling in those perfectly styled waves of honey blonde hair she’d watched getting pulled in videos.
Lily and Jason had stood there looking at Emma make a move on Mom, their fingers held together, not daring to breathe. But once Emma had kissed Mom, it released them from their trance. Without breaking eye contact with their mother, Jason reached out to Lily with their still entangled fingers and planted a kiss on her lips—tentative, but growing in passion. Lily leapt to his arms, straddling her legs while continuing to kiss him back.
Mom made a wounded noise. “Lily! Jason!” But her fingers only tightened in Emma’s hair as Emma continued to try kissing her.
Emma grinned at what Mom was seeing. “See how beautiful they are together? See how beautiful we could all be together.” She licked Sarah’s bottom lip before whispering, “Just like your videos showed us how to truly just be ourselves.”
Lily moaned Jason’s name as he carried her, still straddling him, to the bed. Mom’s breath came in shallow bursts as she watched them go to bed. She collapsed on the bed with her face in her palms, as if hiding her face would hide the shame. And she wanted to hide the fact that she was not disgusted but aroused. She couldn’t bear to admit Emma was right.
Emma took advantage of the distraction to trail more wet kisses down her mother’s neck. “Let us show you what we learned from your movies.”
Sarah whimpered, head shaking in her hands. “We ... we can’t...” Emma removed her hands, pointing to her siblings.
Jason was already pulling Lily’s dress up around her waist as she lifted her hands to make it easier. He then slid his hands down to her waist to pull her panties down. Sarah was shocked to see Lily naked. And then Mom’s gaze dropped to Jason’s sweats, where his arousal was tenting and threatening to tear them down. Emma saw that glance—and knew Sarah had already lost the first battle against her will.
Sarah Sinclair sat paralyzed on the edge of the bed, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, her hand again combing through her hair—that tell that gave her away. The fact that she was nervous was an understatement. She knew what she had done with OnlyFans was wrong, but it was an adult decision made along with her husband. But this?
As Emma saw Mom’s robe part, she didn’t need to see beneath the robe to know what her mother looked like naked—she’d seen every inch of Sarah’s body a hundred times over in her videos. Yet now, with her mother right in front of her, her breathing rapid, and a hint of nakedness, Emma felt Mom looked sexier. Emma burned to see it all now. Mom. Naked.
She reached out, fingers clasping the sash of her mother’s robe.
“Let us see you,” she whispered.
Sarah inhaled sharply but didn’t stop her as she looked at Emma.
With a simple tug and without breaking eye contact, Emma untied the sash, letting the silk slip from her mother’s shoulders.
The white camisole beneath was practically a suggestion on her body—very loose, and her ample cleavage showed through, and even some side boobs. Just a camisole and panties—she even went to bed looking sexy. Her nipples were easily visible through the sheer lace, and as Emma hoped, they were erect, clearly aroused.
Emma pulled her mom’s panties down, damp, moist, and smelling of her arousal. Mom quickly joined her thighs. Then, before she lost her resolve, Emma quickly grabbed the camisole and pulled it off.
She stepped back and looked at her mother. Naked. Still shameful, still guilty, looking down.
Lily whimpered as she saw Mom and held out a hand towards her. “Oh, Mom,” she breathed.
Jason just stared as he saw his mother naked for the first time. His throat was dry as his eyes glazed over the body they’d all been seeing in secret, on screen—the same body that had been used, loved, and worshipped by so many strangers.
And now they were going to do the same. Use her. Love her. Worship her.
Emma sank to her knees between her mother’s legs and slowly spread her legs, her hands on her thighs, slowly moving up. She smelled her mom.
“Emma...”
“Shh,” Emma quietened her, kissing the inside of Sarah’s knee. “Let us love you,” and then with a doe-eyed look, “Please.”
Sarah’s breath hitched.
Emma saw the pussy up front. The same pussy to which she had been masturbating and which fueled her incestuous encounters with her siblings. Emma didn’t hesitate. Couldn’t wait. She leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to her mother’s soaked folds, her tongue flicking automatically out to taste her.
And she was delectable. Like, really, really delicious.
Sarah jolted, her hips lifting off the bed with a sharp cry, as she felt Emma on her, instinctively closing her thighs around Emma’s ears.
“Oh! Oh God!”
Emma pulled back. “I’m not God, just Emma. But I promise to show you heaven.” She smiled and then said, “You taste even better than I imagined after seeing you in your videos.” Then she dove back in.
This wasn’t like the rough, performative oral she’d seen men—and women—give her mother on screen—this was holy, reverent, and devout. Emma lapped at her with slow, worshipful strokes, savoring the way Sarah’s thighs trembled around her, the way her hands scrabbled at the sheets, almost touching Lily’s hands, the little whimpers emanating from her lips like confessions. But there was hunger too, real, primal, sexual, incestuous hunger.
Lily couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up on the bed and straddled one of Sarah’s legs, her dampness smearing against their mother’s smooth thigh.
”I need you too, Mom, ” Lily gasped, her fingers finding Sarah’s breasts, squeezing them, and putting her mouth on one of them.