Ethan's Nieces
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Chapter 22: Anniversary and Communion
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22: Anniversary and Communion - A young man comes home from his first year of college to find that his family's changed... a lot. As the summer progresses, he gets a strange summer job and faces some big fears with the support of his parents and siblings. Note: has quite a lot of partner-sharing (swinging). Not an exclusive harem story.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Small Breasts Nudism AI Generated
Dinner that evening felt like the pre-game to something momentous. The dining hall buzzed with energy, families laughing over plates piled high with roasted chicken, fresh salads, and crusty bread. Mom sat at the head of our table looking radiant — hair down, wearing a simple sundress, completely at ease with what she’d announced earlier.
“Thirty-five loads,” Emma said for maybe the tenth time, grinning. “Mom, that’s ambitious even for Blackwood.”
“It’s our anniversary,” Mom said with a shrug. “Go big or go home.”
Dad laughed and kissed her temple. “Dolores has always been an overachiever.”
Around us, word had spread. People kept approaching our table — some I knew, many I didn’t — volunteering their participation.
David clapped me on the shoulder. “Obviously we’re in. Marcus too, if that’s okay?”
“The more the merrier,” Mom confirmed.
Tom and Philip appeared together. “Jessica sends her regrets — pregnancy nausea — but we’re both happy to contribute,” Tom said.
The Thornton couple stopped by, Mr. Thornton surprisingly spry. “Been a while since I participated in a proper bukkake. Count me in.”
Liam, Derek, and several other Blackwood members I recognized from the office added their names. Even some of the Madison family men volunteered — James and his sons, clearly comfortable with the intergenerational, inter-family nature of it.
By the time dessert arrived, we had commitments from about two dozen men — maybe a few shy of thirty, but close enough that repeats would make up the difference.
“Where are we doing this?” I asked.
“Orgy Pavilion,” Emma announced. “Most public, most theatrical. Mom deserves an audience.”
“Damn right I do,” Mom agreed.
At 7:30, we processed from the dining hall to the pavilion like a parade. Mom walked at the center of our group, flanked by Dad and me, with Emma skipping ahead announcing to anyone within earshot: “Thirty-five-load bukkake! Anniversary celebration! Everyone’s invited to watch!”
By the time we reached the pavilion, a crowd had gathered — easily fifty or so people, some participants, most observers. The main platform had been cleared and cushions arranged. Sofia had raided the cellar and set up an ice bin with champagne bottles and glasses.
Mia, Emma, and Sarah flitted through the crowd, all three wearing robes that barely covered anything.
“Fluffer station!” Mia announced cheerfully. “If you’re participating and need help getting ready, we’re here to assist.”
“Or if you need to get hard again for round two,” Sarah added with a wink.
Emma cracked her knuckles dramatically. “We’re very good at our jobs.”
The first volunteers lined up. Mom positioned herself on the central platform, kneeling on the cushions, and removed her dress. Completely naked now, she looked powerful rather than vulnerable — a woman claiming her pleasure in front of a community that celebrated it.
“Alright,” Dad said, taking on an MC role. “Here’s how this works. Come up one at a time, do your thing, we count it, move on. Dolores will let you know if she needs a break. Everyone else — cheer, enjoy, participate in your own ways if the mood strikes. This is a celebration.”
The first man approached — one of the Madison sons, maybe nineteen. He was already hard, clearly not needing fluffing services, and he stroked himself while standing over Mom.
“Where do you want it?” he asked politely.
“Surprise me,” Mom said with a smile.
He fisted himself earnestly, and Mom began to giggle, cooing appreciatively. She leaned forward and gave his cockhead a little kiss, and some of the Madisons gave a cheerful whoop of support.
With an audible grunt he began to cum across her chest, thick ropes painting her breasts, and the crowd cheered.
“One!” Emma shouted, keeping count.
The second man stepped up — Mr. Thornton, taking his time, his aged cock still functional and eager. Clearly practiced at it, he masturbated himself eagerly until he was cumming across Mom’s shoulder and neck.
“Two!”
It continued — men approaching, stroking themselves or being stroked by the fluffers, cumming on various parts of Mom’s body. By load five, she was already glazed, cum dripping down her torso, and she was laughing, clearly loving every second.
My brother David went sixth, pants off and shaking his booty as Lily got him close with an eager blowjob. He danced over to our mom and timed it perfectly — cumming across her face with a groan. “Happy anniversary, Mom!”
“Seven!” (Someone had lost count briefly, but Emma corrected it.)
Marcus went next, adding to the mess on her breasts. Then Tom. Then Philip. The count climbed: eight, nine...
“Ethan!” Mom called. “Get over here. I want you before I’m completely covered.”
I approached, my cock already hard from watching. Mom shifted position, sitting back on her heels, and gestured for me to come closer. She was slick and gooey from the first round of loads, dripping off her face and breasts, and she looked cum-drunk with excitement, groping for my erection.
“Let me taste you first,” she said.
I stepped forward, and she took my cock into her mouth — warm, wet, skilled. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she took me deep, her throat relaxing to accept my length. The crowd watched, some people masturbating, others just appreciating the show.
“Fuck, Mom,” I groaned.
She pulled off with a pop. “Cum on my face, baby. Mark your mother.”
I stroked myself frantically, aimed at her face, and came hard — thick ropes across her cheeks, nose, into her hair. She kept her eyes closed and mouth open, accepting it all.
“Ten!” the crowd roared.
I stepped back, legs shaky, and stumbled a bit. Keisha caught me and helped me up, her enthusiasm infectious. She gave me a high-five and said, “Nice work, Ethan!”
I grinned at her while another man moved in and started stroking himself over Mom. Keisha was naked, she’d clearly joined the fluffer crew, and her other hand was trying to get Marcus hard again. I couldn’t resist admiring her beautiful brown breasts, and gently brushed one of her nipples.
Katherine was there too, cheering Mom on, and she leaned over. “I can’t believe that’s your mom! She’s a real firecracker.” I just laughed in agreement, and then Vivian joined us as well. She pulled her shirt off, revealing those lovely pierced breasts and those sexy arm tattoos.
“Good job on round one,” Vivian said, her hand immediately sliding down my stomach possessively. “But Katherine and I were just calculating — thirty-five loads from maybe twenty-four guys means we need repeats. And you’re definitely going again.”
“I’ve been having a lot of sex,” I admitted, my cock still soft and sensitive. “I hope I got another one in me, but uhh...”
“Oh, you can,” Keisha said, her voice warm and confident with a slight Southern accent. “We’re very good at what we do. Trust us.” She had gotten Marcus hard again and my nephew joined the line, Emma taking over on the keeping-the-men stiff brigade.
I stayed where I was, between Vivian, Katherine and Keisha. Vivian’s pale, tattooed skin contrasted beautifully with Keisha’s deep brown, and both women radiated sexual confidence.
“Your mom’s fuckin’ amazing,” Katherine oggled, and I turned my attention back to the platform.
Mom was surrounded by three men now — load nineteen or twenty, I hadn’t caught the last count. She had a cock in each hand, stroking them with practiced efficiency while dirty talking to all three.
“Come on,” Mom encouraged. “I know you’ve got more for me. Look at how covered I already am — add to it. Paint me. Mark me as yours.”
One of the men groaned. “Fuck, Dolores, you’re so filthy —”
“I’m a filthy anniversary girl,” she laughed, increasing her stroking pace. “And I want your cum all over my tits. Can you do that for me?”
Keisha’s hand wrapped around my soft cock, her touch gentle but purposeful. “Damn, the mouth on Mrs. Walker,” Keisha chuckled. “She knows how to take care of all you boys, huh?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“We’re going to do the same to you,” Vivian said from my other side, her hand joining Keisha’s. They giggled at each other, and I realized the proper thing was to make introductions. It felt a little weird, two of my friends meeting over my cock.
“Viv, I don’t know if you’ve met Keisha yet,” I said, turning to her. “She’s my nephew’s girlfriend, but she’s basically a member of the family. Keisha, this is Vivian, she’s dating my boss here. This is Katherine.”
Katherine elbowed me. “I’m just a supervisor, more of a colleague,” she corrected. “Nice to meet you, Keisha.” She leaned in and took Keisha’s hand from my cock and shook it, then put it back.
“I guess we’re all coworkers on the Walker Family bukkake night,” Vivian laughed.
“I guess we are,” Keisha replied. “Ooooh, I think I felt a twitch.” Her warm hand gave my soldier a squeeze, and indeed he responded with some signs of life.
Vivian’s free hand slid down to cup my balls, rolling them gently. “Such a good cock,” she said conversationally. “I’m not usually the biggest fan of penises but I think I’ve grown fond of this one.”
On the platform, one of the men came across Mom’s breasts with a shout. She immediately turned her attention to the remaining two, her hands working faster.
“Two more,” she said. “I need two more right now. You can do it. Look at me — look at how much I love being covered. Doesn’t that turn you on? Knowing how dirty I am? How much I love cum?”
“Fuck,” the second man groaned, and came across her stomach.
“Twenty-three!” the crowd shouted, whooping.
“That’s it! One more, come on —”
The third man lasted another thirty seconds before adding his load to her thighs.
“Twenty-four!”
“God, she’s amazing,” I said, feeling the first real stirrings of arousal despite my earlier certainty that I was done. My mom was covered, absolutely COVERED in cum. It was almost grotesque, but her sheer enthusiasm made it pretty sexy. Mia pulled back from fluffing some guy’s cock to give Mom a smack on her sticky, cum-coated ass. Mom yiped and Mia just laughed, licking her hand.
“There we go,” Vivian said, feeling my cock begin to harden in their hands. “That’s what we wanted. Think about how hot your mom looks. Think about adding your cum to that masterpiece.”
“Think about how proud she’ll be,” Keisha added, her lips now on my neck, kissing and nipping. “Getting her son hard again, getting another load out of him for her special day.”
Both women increased their stroking, their techniques complementary — Vivian focused on the shaft with firm, twisting strokes while Keisha concentrated on the head, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading precum that had already started forming.
“He’s getting there,” Keisha observed. “But he needs more encouragement.”
Vivian knelt in front of me and took my half-hard cock into her mouth, sucking gently while Keisha continued working my balls. The dual sensation was incredible, and I felt myself hardening further.
“That’s right, baby,” Keisha purred, watching Vivian work. “Let us make you feel good. We’ve got all the time in the world. Your mom’s not going anywhere — she’s having too much fun.”
She was right. Mom was now attempting to make two more men cum simultaneously, one in each hand, her dirty talk continuous:
“Look at this cock — so hard for me. And this one, fuck, you’re throbbing. I can feel how close you all are. Who’s going to cum first? Who’s going to give me their load? I want it, I need it, please —”
Vivian pulled off my cock, now fully hard, and smiled up at me. “There he is. Told you we could do it.”
Keisha moved to kneel beside Vivian, and both women licked my cock together—their tongues meeting around my shaft, occasionally kissing each other, putting on a show designed to keep me at peak arousal.
“You’re going to fuck your mom so good when it’s your turn,” Vivian said between licks. “Or just stroke yourself watching everyone else fuck her. Either way, we’re going to make sure you’re ready.”
“So ready,” Keisha agreed. “Fluffing’s a hell of a turn-on. The hardest part is resisting just jumping on this cock myself.”
Someone handed me a glass of champagne. The bubbly sweetness added to the various sensations. I looked down at Vivian.
“Want some?” I asked. She looked up from my half-hard cock in her mouth, and nodded.
I carefully tilted the glass along the base of my cock. My buttcheeks shivered at the cold liquid dribbling down my length and into Vivian’s mouth. She slurped at it eagerly.
Other people were toasting with their glasses.
“To Dolores!”
“To thirty-five years!”
“To the bravest woman here!”
Mom was absolutely covered now — face, hair, breasts, stomach, thighs all painted white. Some men were going for their second rounds, helped along by the tireless fluffers. Mia was sucking off one of the Madison men, getting him hard again. Emma was jerking two guys simultaneously. Sarah was providing enthusiastic encouragement to an older man who was pounding his meat next to Mom, desperately trying to get to orgasm.
“Come on,” Sarah coaxed. “You’ve got this. Cover this hot MILFy slut with your jizz. She fucking loves it!”
That did it — he came with a grunt, adding load twenty-eight to the collection.
One of Emma’s men almost came too fast, but my sister yanked his cock towards Mom and it splattered both of them. Emma laughed in surprise.
“That’s twenty-nine!” the crowd shouted, hooting and cheering.
Mom was starting to show signs of being overwhelmed. Her breathing had become ragged, almost panting, and her dirty talk had given way to incoherent moans and gasps. She was absolutely drenched in cum — face, hair, breasts, stomach, thighs all painted white — and the weight of it, both physical and psychological, was clearly affecting her.
“I can’t —” she started, then shook her head. “No, I can do this. Keep going.”
But her hands trembled slightly as she tried to stroke the next man, and her eyes were glassy with overwhelm — not bad overwhelm, but the kind that comes from sensory overload and profound vulnerability.
That’s when Dad stepped forward.
“My turn,” he announced, gently moving the man aside. He knelt behind Mom, his hands on her hips steadying her. “Dolores, look at me.”
She turned her head, mascara-streaked face seeking his, and he kissed her deeply — tasting cum and sweat and thirty years of marriage.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured against her lips. “So fucking well. But you don’t have to just take it. Let me give you something back.”
“Frank —”
“Hands and knees, baby. Let me fuck you while they finish.”
She shifted position, grateful for the support, and Dad positioned himself behind her, pushing his cock into her pussy with a groan. The familiar fullness seemed to ground her immediately — his rhythm steady and reassuring while men continued approaching from the front.
“That’s it,” Dad said, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to play with her clit. “Focus on me. Feel me inside you. You’ve got six more loads to go, and I’m going to fuck you through all of them.”
Mom’s breathing steadied, her moans becoming more focused. With Dad anchoring her, providing that intimate connection, she could handle the remaining men — her hands working with renewed confidence, her voice finding its power again.
“Come on,” she encouraged the next man, Dad’s cock driving into her from behind. “Give it to me. Let my husband watch you cum on his wife.”
Load thirty landed across her back. Load thirty-one on her ass. Thirty-two across her shoulders.
And through it all, Dad fucked her with steady, devoted rhythm — giving her the grounding she needed to finish what she’d started.
Vivian and Keisha had been working on me for the last ten minutes — Vivian sucking my cock while Keisha kissed my neck, her hand playing with my balls. Somehow, impossibly, I was hard again.
“Thirty-three!” Emma announced as another man finished.
“Ethan, you’re up,” Vivian said, giving my cock a final squeeze. “Go add yours.”
The combination of their mouths, their words, and watching Mom coordinate multiple orgasms was overwhelming. I was rock hard and desperate despite having just cum twenty minutes earlier.
“Go get her, tiger,” Vivian said, slapping my ass.
“Make us proud,” Keisha added with a wink.
I approached Mom again, this time while Dad was fucking her from behind. She was on hands and knees now, Dad’s cock driving into her pussy with steady rhythm while she moaned.
“Ethan,” she gasped, “please, add to it —”
I stroked myself, standing beside them, watching my father fuck my mother while she was covered in cum from dozens of men. The visual was overwhelming—taboo and beautiful and perfect.
I came, though it wasn’t much — my second orgasm in thirty minutes produced maybe a few spurts that landed on her back and ass. But it counted.
“Thirty-four!” the crowd cheered.
Dad was close now, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Dolores, I’m going to —”
“Pull out,” she said. “Give me the last one. Make it yours.”
He pulled out and stroked himself once, twice, then came across her back, his release mixing with mine, completing the thirty-five.
“THIRTY-FIVE!” the entire crowd erupted.
Cheers, applause, whistles. Someone shook a bottle and popped more champagne, the cork flying into the night sky. Champagne sprayed across Mom and the rest of us at the front, just a mess of wet and wild sexual crescendo,
Dad helped Mom stand — she was absolutely drenched, barely recognizable under the layers of cum, but she was beaming.
“To thirty-five years of marriage!” Dad announced, raising his glass.
“To thirty-five loads of cum!” someone countered, and everyone laughed.
“To Dolores!” Emma shouted. “Bravest, filthiest, most amazing mom ever!”
We all drank, and Mom laughed so hard she nearly fell over. Dad steadied her, not caring about the mess, and kissed her deeply.
“Best anniversary ever,” Mom declared when they broke apart.
“Agreed,” Dad said.
The party continued—people dancing, fucking, celebrating. Mom eventually got cleaned up at the communal showers, surrounded by other women who helped wash her, all of them laughing and sharing stories.
I found myself back with Maya and Katherine and Vivian, all of us exhausted but happy.
“Your family is incredible,” Vivian said, shaking her head. “Like, truly fucking incredible.”
“I know,” I said, pulling Maya close. “I really, really know.”
After the bukkake concluded and Mom was cleaned up, champagne flowing and everyone buzzing with celebratory energy, the crowd naturally migrated toward the dance area. The DJ had been building momentum all evening, and by the time we arrived around 9 PM, the music was pulsing — deep bass that you felt in your chest, layered with electronic beats that demanded movement.