Don't Overthink It!
Copyright© 2026 by MrCurrie
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Mom and Aunt deserve a more loving relationship. And children.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Oral Sex Pregnancy
That evening, we celebrated with a nice dinner, ending the night by cuddling on the couch watching a sitcom. Both of my ladies wore their sexy nighties, and before long, we found ourselves in the bedroom, enjoying another fuckfest.
We fell into a routine, and while we all thought our sexual drives would diminish once the newness wore off, that wasn’t the case. We still lusted after each other, and fortunately, they’d bought some dildos, carefully selecting ones similar to my prick but a little smaller, to entertain themselves when either one of them was left out.
After a few weeks, one evening, they led me into the bedroom, grinning widely. While Mom rode me, Paula sat on the bed beside us with a strange-looking device in her hands. “Look what we picked up. It’s going to make life so much easier. The dildos were okay, but this thing is great.”
It was clearly some kind of fucking machine, but one I’d never seen before. The silicone prick, circumcised like me, and fairly close to my size, was attached to a piston. She wrapped two straps around her upper thighs and leaned back onto the bed. Raising her knees, she inserted the tip of the dildo into her slot.
“See, it’s a hands-free, thigh strap-on dildo,” Paula grunted as the cock slid into her. She showed me a small remote, and explained, “I can control the rate of thrusting and vibration level. Now, no one will be left out.”
And of course, we had to test its capabilities. After Mom drenched my cock with her climax, she pulled off and flopped onto her back, wanting me to deposit a load of cum in her. Paula, near her own orgasm, exploded when I leaned over and locked my lips around her nipple and rubbed her clit with my fingers. When she shut down the dildo to recover, I sank my cock into Mom’s grasping, grinding gash.
Paula started up the machine again, once Mom and I eased into a steady rhythm. Paula’s moaning from the machine fucking her, elevated Mom’s and my excitement levels as I thrust into my hot mom. It was a whole new experience, hearing the two women I love groan together from having their pussies serviced. Feeling Mom’s breasts heave rapidly beneath me, I knew she was nearing her orgasm. When she raised her legs to wrap around me, she bumped against Paula’s upright leg, causing the dildo to bend to the side.
Paula grunted and wailed with delight at the unexpected sensation. I looked over at Paula’s face, filled with joy, perspiration beading on her head. The humming of the device increased in volume, as she selected full-thrusting power. Mom’s pussy clamped onto my prick, triggering my orgasm. As we grunted and gasped with our synchronous climaxes, Paula’s body shook with her own orgasm.
After kissing Mom, I slid my slimy cock from her flooded cavern, leaned over and kissed Paula, before flopping down between them. Paula removed the device, dropped it onto the floor, and snuggled up next to me. Feeling good about both of them, satisfied and happy, I quickly fell asleep.
From then on, the device was a part of our evenings, although Mom didn’t use it as often as Paula. She preferred the real thing and was generally content to watch me and Paula make love, sometimes rubbing herself off.
I’d read many stories online about these kinds of arrangements, and they invariably morphed into a bisexual relationship, with the two women engaging in sex, making up for having only one cock available. They never mentioned a desire to do that, and I wasn’t about to suggest it, although I was sure I could have just ordered Paula to suck my cum out of Mom’s pussy.
A couple of weeks later, Mom suggested we spend the night at the Hilton, where Mom had given me my first hand job. We agreed, and I was surprised to see Mom dressed in the same cocktail dress she’d worn at the event. She’d promised Dad to wear it only on special occasions, but since he was out of her life, I guess she didn’t feel bound by that restriction.
My attention was on her most of the evening, and I’d never seen her look more beautiful. She glowed with joy, her eyes gleaming with love whenever she looked at me. Paula preferred to sit most of the night while Mom and I danced, our bodies never apart as we swayed to the music. It was very romantic, and we kissed often, not aggressively or passionately, more like gentle, caring kisses, like two people in love, because we were.
When it was time to leave, we entered the lobby, and Mom suddenly stopped. Paula turned to us and handed Mom a room key. She grinned at me, her expression one of a hidden agenda. “Goodnight, you two. After breakfast, call me, and I’ll pick you up.”
“Thanks, sis,” Mom said, not in the least bit surprised.
She looped her arm through mine and led me to the elevator. I recognized the room as the same one we’d booked before. Still puzzled, I turned to Mom, who’d already slipped the straps off and stood before me nude; her cocktail dress lying at her feet. “Aren’t you a little overdressed?” she asked, sporting a sexy smirk.
I started undressing without thinking, my attention completely locked onto my stunningly beautiful mother. Her curvaceous, sexy body was pure temptation. My eyes moved greedily up and down her sculpted figure, lingering on every soft, inviting curve.
Becoming impatient, she began helping me undress, while I explored her luscious wares. When we were both undressed, we hugged tightly, kissing passionately as lovers. I cupped her perky, firm breasts, tweaking her puffy, hard nipples.
I gasped, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mom. I love you so much.”
The longing, lustful look in her eyes reflected my own passion. “I love you, too, Jimmy.”
Her breasts heaved in my hands as I fondled her mounds. When my right hand drifted lower and cupped her hairy mound, my fingers found her pussy filled with her juices. “You’re soaked, Mom. Are you horny for your son?”
“Very much so, baby. You need to fuck your mother hard. No foreplay tonight. Just ram your prick into me and pound me into an orgasm,” she croaked.
Never disobeying my mother, I laid her down on the bed, crawled between her splayed legs, and jabbed my prick into her boiling cauldron. She grunted as my cock sank to the bottom of her pussy. After half a dozen strokes, she was cumming on my cock, her walls contracting and releasing a flood of juices. Damn, she was horny.
And when she normally needed to rest before continuing, she demanded, “Keep fucking me, Jimmy. Slam into me until you fill my pussy with your sperm.”
I rammed into her, our flesh slapping together, her cum splashing out and saturating my pubic hair. I kissed her, my eyes locking onto hers. There was an intensity I hadn’t seen before in her pupils. It was deeper, sending shocks of pleasure through me. She was yielding her soul to me, giving me everything.
My prick filled with even more blood as I neared my orgasm, and when I was a few strokes from blowing, she uttered, “I love you so much, Jimmy. I’m pregnant with your baby.”
My prick exploded, hearing that I’d already bred my mother. Streams of sperm flooded her womb, and even though she’d already been fertilized, I didn’t care. I still had the need to fill my mom’s pussy with my seed. Endorphins flowed through my body as I felt more pleasure than I’d ever encountered. It was overwhelming, knowing I’d impregnated the woman I loved most in the world.
After my limp cock fell out of her drenched pussy, I lay beside her, gasping for breath. “Fuck, that was something else, Mom. Are you really pregnant?”
She rolled on her side, kissed me, and purred, “Yes, baby. I’ve never felt so complete.”
“I’m such an idiot,” I related. “Wearing your special dress, your glowing expression, I should have known, but now that I do, I’m so damn happy, I can’t believe it. We’re going to have a baby!”
I hugged and kissed her, rubbing my hand over her belly, “I’m going to rub your stomach every night until I feel our baby kick. Then I’ll know I’m not in a dream. I love you so much, Mom, and can’t wait to raise our child.”
“Me too, baby,” Mom replied. “I had to confide in Paula to help me set this up, so you’re not the first to know, but she’s the one who suggested we spend the night here. Now that I’m with child, we’ll need to concentrate on impregnating your aunt.”
We fucked, made love, and then fucked again throughout the entire night, celebrating the baby that was growing inside of Mom. We enjoyed the superb breakfast buffet, returned to our room, and spent another hour making love before calling Paula to pick us up.
Paula hugged us both, congratulating us, and, as well as trying to hide it, I detected a bit of envy in her expression. As a bonus, she became the primary beneficiary of my loads of sperm. Each evening, she was the one receiving my first daily load of semen.
Mom floated on cloud nine for the weeks following her finding out of her pregnancy. After another two months, Paula began to become frustrated with not being impregnated. Mom and I tried to console her, but her disappointment was evident. With Paula’s most fertile time of the month approaching, Mom booked a room at the coast for Paula and me, in the same one at the Sheraton that Mom and I had stayed at.
Before Paula and I left, Mom leaned in the passenger window, pecked Paula on her cheek, and ordered, “Fuck him all weekend and fill your pussy with as much sperm as you can. I want you to come home with his baby in you and a big smile on your face. Good luck, Sis!”
The ride to the hotel went somewhat like my ride with Mom, only Paula wore a short skirt instead of shorts. She made up for it by flipping her skirt up, exposing her bare pussy. She had to console me by stroking my hard prick along the way, to the delight of semi-truck drivers we passed.
It was the same wonderful room Mom had reserved for us, and after showing her the benefits of the shower wands through three orgasms, I shuffled her into the bedroom to inject her with a full load of sperm. We started with a doggy fuck, and when I slipped up and pressed my prick against her puckered asshole, she grunted and croaked, “You can fuck my ass if you want, sweetie. I’ve told you before I’d do anything for you, and if that’s what you want, take it.”
From her tone, I knew she wouldn’t enjoy it, but she’d tolerate it and would tell me she enjoyed it. It was tempting, but I didn’t feel right taking advantage of her. I rubbed her rosebud with my thumb a few times, then sank my prick into her tight cunt. After a few strokes, I groaned and replied, “When your pussy stops working, I’ll think about it, but until then, my prick will be happy where it’s at.”
She exclaimed, “Deal! Fuck me hard, baby!”
And that I did, unloading a large load of cum into her. We fucked the rest of the day, until we passed out. The next day, we did the same things Mom and I had done, although when I smoothed suntan lotion on her, I fingered her to an orgasm on the beach. Her screams of passion alerted several couples nearby to look in our direction, but they merely smiled and resumed their activities. That night, after a nice dinner and dancing, she lay on the bed, spread-eagled, ready to accept my prick, when I noticed a few tears trickling down her cheeks.
I leaned down and hugged her. After a kiss, I asked, “What’s wrong, Auntie? Whatever it is, we can work through it.”
She wept and confessed, “I should be pregnant by now. What if something’s wrong with me and I can’t have your baby? Will you kick me out and not love me, anymore? I’m scared that I’m going to fail you.”
I kissed her hard, declaring, “I love you, Auntie. Bearing my children is just a bonus. I’ll still love you just as much. Whether we have children or not, I’m with you for life, and Mom feels the same way. Don’t ever think that our love depends on you becoming pregnant.”
“Okay,” she cried. “I just want to make you happy, and I know that’s what you really want, and you know that that’s what I live for, making you happy.”
“I know, Auntie, but you complete my life, just being you. You’re part of me forever. Now let’s work on planting a baby in you.”
She smiled, gripped my cock, and stuffed it into her juicy pussy. We fucked through the night and several times the next morning before we checked out. Mom met us at the door with a tight, grateful hug, as if she’d been holding her breath until we returned. Paula hugged her back, but the despair in her eyes lingered, leaving her still unfulfilled.
A month later, she swept into our bedroom from the master bath, barely touching the floor, hugging Mom and me. “I’m pregnant! I’m, no, we’re going to have a baby!” It was a long night, filled with screams of passionate, orgasmic joy as we celebrated another milestone in our incestuous relationship.
Mom was already four months along, and her baby bump began to show when we decided we needed to inform Dad and Dave. They’d remained friends and had even joined us for weekend barbecues a few times. Neither of them regretted how things had ended; they were always upbeat and easy to be around. We didn’t know how they’d react to the news of the upcoming births, and I was especially nervous, expecting to receive the brunt of their anger.
I was on pins and needles throughout the entire lunch, the big disclosure looming before us. After everything was cleaned up, we sat on the deck with Dad and Uncle Dave in chairs opposite us. After a few minutes of casual conversation, Mom straightened her back and looked at the men with a radiant smile.
“Bob, Dave,” Mom began, grabbing their attention. “Paula and I have some news to share with you.” Reaching over and holding Paula’s hand, she joyfully announced, “We’re pregnant.”
Silence. I wondered if I was the only one holding their breath. Suddenly, Dad shot out of his chair and strode straight toward me. I’d thought about how I’d react to this moment all day, and decided to let him take his anger out on me. After all, better me than either Mom or Paula. My heart hammered as he closed the distance, only a foot away, before he stopped.
But then, as if by a miracle, he smiled, took my hand, and shook it heartily. “Congratulations, Timmy. You’re going to be a terrific father, and I know you’ll love raising your children.”
He then hugged Mom and Paula, congratulating them as well. Uncle Dave followed Dad’s actions, shaking my hand and hugging the women. After they reseated themselves, they chuckled, looking at our puzzled faces.
Mom, her voice weak and low, asked, “You knew?”
Dad chuckled again and replied, “Of course. I all but threw you two together in bed. Why do you think Dave and I switched to nights? I knew you missed intimacy in our relationship, and from the way you and Jimmy looked at each other, the only thing stopping you from having a sexual relationship was me. Seeing the joy on your faces after the hotel stay at the Hilton and then again after the Chicago trip, I knew I’d done the right thing. Dave was on board, too, convincing Paula to spend more time with you.”
My breathing returned to normal, my blood pressure lowering, as I listened to Dad’s admission. Mom reached over and held my hand, looked Dad in the eyes, and said, “I can’t thank you enough, Bob. And yes, I’m hopelessly in love with Jimmy and am looking forward to starting a family with him.”
Paula rose, walked over to the other side of me, moved a chair next to me, and sat down to hold my hand. “I, too, thank you, Dave. I’m also in love with him and am looking forward to raising our children. We owe both of you so much, and I am so relieved to find that you approve of our situation.”
“We not only approve, but we’ve been hoping and longing for the news,” Dad said, grinning. “We’re going to be the best granddads ever and can’t wait to start spoiling them. Here’s how I suggest handling the legal part. Since Jimmy won’t be able to sign the birth certificate, because it would reveal your incestuous relationship and could eventually cause problems, I’ll sign Linda’s, and Dave will sign off on Paula’s. Since we’re still married, there can’t be any repercussions from our being listed as the father.”
Mom and Paula nodded in agreement, and Mom, always speaking for Paula, said, “That sounds wonderful. We have our own health plans, so there’ll be no expenses for you.”
Dad and my uncle stayed for a few more hours, discussing the steps we needed to take before the birth of our children.
The following months flew by, as I concentrated on the course requirements for the remote job awaiting me after I finished. With the summer studies and internship, I only needed one year at the college to obtain the requirements to begin work.
I attended the Lemaze classes with both Mom and Paula, providing the excuse to the instructors that Dad and my uncle were working evenings and couldn’t make it. No one questioned us, treating me like any other expectant father.
As Mom’s belly grew, her sexual appetite increased as well. She loved fucking doggy style, her big belly and tits hanging down, while I pounded her pussy into submission. Paula would enjoy her orgasm with her device, but I always made sure we made love missionary style after every session. She always giggled when I’d first plunge to the bottom of her tight pussy, saying, “Please reclaim my pussy from that infernal machine.”
Mom’s use of the machine diminished until she never used it at all. She was never a fan of it, preferring the intimacy between her and me over a dildo.
When it was time to deliver, Dad joined us at the hospital. When the nurse came out of the post-delivery room, she turned to Dad, with a big smile, and cheerfully stated, “You can go in now and see your wife and child, then we’ll fill out the birth certificate.”
The surprised look on her face made me chuckle when Dad replied, “I’ll go with you right now to fill out the paperwork. Linda will want her son to be with her at this time. Let’s give them some time together.”
When I entered, my heart swelled and rapidly beat, seeing the beautiful sight of Mom, the mother of my child, and our baby. I kissed Mom, looked over at our baby, and whispered, “She’s beautiful, Mom, just like you. I love you both so much.”
“Hold her, Jimmy, and begin the bonding process. She may look like me, but she takes after you, the way you suck my titties. You’re going to have some competition for a few months.”
I held the little body of my child close to my chest. She squirmed around, but soon quieted down, feeling the warmth and my heartbeat throbbing.
“Say hello to our daughter, April,” Mom said.
Mom and I had discussed names, and April was one I’d liked best. I smiled, kissed my girl on the forehead, whispering, “Hello, April. Welcome to our family. You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to be spoiled rotten.”
I handed my precious daughter back to Mom and left the room to find Paula, Dad, and Dave waiting their turn to visit Mom and our new baby. Two days later, I brought her home to where we had everything set up for her and April.
While she took care of the baby during the day, Paula and I would take over in the evenings. After a month, I was able to switch some of my courses to remote learning, so I’d be home at noon for the rest of the day.
Since my progress in my coursework was rapidly getting closer to meeting the requirements of my remote job at the hospital, Mom hired a contractor to construct an office in the basement for me. When he was almost finished with that job, she was so impressed with the work that she paid him to build two more bedrooms in the basement with an adjoining full bath, Jack-and-Jill style. That would provide us with five bedrooms besides the master. Four for our growing family and one extra in case Mom or Paula wanted to sleep by themselves, if they felt ill.
By the third week, I was trained in everything related to taking care of a baby and took turns with Paula at night to console April, when she’d wake up and cry for our attention. After another month, Mom was back to full strength and very horny. After each feeding of our baby, she’d want me to finish draining her breast milk before filling her pussy with a big load of cum.
We usually fucked two times in the afternoon, before Paula would arrive for her dose of lovemaking. They fed me a lot of protein to keep my strength up to make up for the extra exercise, and of course, it resulted in Mom being pregnant again a month before Paula was due. Mom was able to take an extra month off without pay, since her maternity leave ran out, in order to watch the baby until Paula delivered and would start her leave.
At the hospital, it was a repeat of what had happened before, with Dave filling out the paperwork while I went in to meet my newly born son, Brad. The radiant, joyful look on Paula’s face when she handed me my son was unforgettable. I’d seen those eyes before; they were begging for my approval. I held Brad against my chest and rocked him after giving him a once-over.
“Other than the unfortunate fact that he looks just like me, I’d say we have ourselves one very beautiful son.” I chuckled softly and looked at her with all the love in my heart. “I love you more than words, Paula. Thank you for giving me this perfect little being.”
She giggled, smiled widely, and admitted, “That was the first thing I noticed, at how handsome he is. I was almost tempted to change his name to Jimmy Jr, but I wanted to honor my grandfather, whom I barely knew, but I remember Mom telling us what a kind, handsome man he was, just like you.”
I gently snuggled Brad onto Paula’s chest, kissed her, and exited the room to allow the rest of the family to meet the newest member of our family. After a week of Paula being home, Mom returned to work. Two months later, lovemaking resumed with Paula, but it was more subdued than before. She preferred a more gentle, slower joining, often wanting just to snuggle up and nap with me. She even stored her dildo machine in the bottom of her end table, never to be used again.
Dad and Dave asked to meet with us one weekend, and after lunch and the appropriate amount of play time with their grandkids, they sat down to discuss business. Dad led the conversation, as usual, stating, “Dave and I would like to provide the children a secure future, so we’ve decided to give each of them a five percent stake in our company. They won’t have any voting rights, and whatever profits they earn will be held by the trust in a special account for each of them. There are trust rules that are a little complicated, but the bottom line is that the trust managers have to approve any requests for withdrawal, such as for college. If all goes well, all their higher education costs should be covered.”
Both Mom and Paula were stunned, but recovered fast with wide smiles. Paula, as usual, deferred their answer to Mom, as she said, “That’s so generous and totally unexpected. I should warn you that I’m pregnant again, and we’d like Paula to also conceive another child. We can’t ask you to offer any more than you have. We’re prepared to provide for them, but we do appreciate the offer.”
Dad chuckled, paused to collect his thoughts, and explained, “Linda, I have a confession to make about our business. Dave and I have been looking to expand for years, but we were held back with the real possibility that we’d lose it all in a divorce. When you so generously left our business intact, plus everything else you did to make our separation painless and good for all of us, it made me remember why I’d fallen in love with you. We’ve since made those changes, and our company is thriving, much bigger than before. We moved to a much larger facility and have a manufacturing division, too. The company is very profitable, and as we don’t have any heirs, please allow us to give something back to you. Have as many children as you desire; each of them will get the same amount, and our promise is to always support them.”
By then, Paula, Mom, and Uncle Dave were in tears. I blinked, holding back my own, but with everyone’s emotions raw, we sat silently until Mom whispered, “Thank you so much, Bob. We’ll accept your gift and cherish it.”
“Consider it payment,” Dad grinned, and continued, “for the right of Dave and me to watch your little munchkins grow up to be productive, young adults. After all, you’ll do all the work, while we get the benefits of little ones sitting on our laps and playing with the toys we’ll be buying them.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I interjected. “But the work of raising them is actually what I look forward to and am enjoying right now.”
The rest of the afternoon, we spent as one big happy family, with April and Brad the stars, rotating around from lap to lap.
A month later, Paula was pregnant again, and all of us agreed that our family would be complete with four children. By the time she went back to work, I was working remotely full-time, watching our two children during the day, while my ladies took care of them during the evening. Most nights, Paula ended up watching both of them, because Mom’s horniness returned and my prick was required to relieve her.
Mom’s delivery went without a hitch again, giving us another girl. Chrissy was welcomed by the whole family after I bonded with her and Mom in the post-delivery room. I was an experienced house husband by this time, and fell right into the care of our new child, plus looking after the other two.
Mom didn’t extend her leave as before, and immediately obtained a prescription for the pill, and it was a good thing, as we began fucking after only a month after Chrissy came into the world.
Our plan for four children was not to be, when we discovered Paula was pregnant with twins. The last two months, she encountered a lot of discomfort, her belly expanding to an unbelievable size. Fortunately, Mom, being a nurse, used her skills to monitor her sister every night, ensuring no problems were developing. Paula was on bed rest for the last month, and although the delivery lasted six hours, our twin girls were born vibrant and healthy.
They mirrored Paula’s beauty, both of them blondes. Fiona and Erica soon joined the rest of the clan in our crowded house. Fortunately, my work was very flexible, able to pause and tend to one or more of the little rugrats throughout the day.
A month later, I went in for a vasectomy, but Mom insisted it be reversible, just in case. The cute nurse, about my age, who shaved me to prepare for the procedure, remarked, “We don’t get many twenty-one-year-olds in here for this sort of thing. You’re kind of young for it, aren’t you?”
“Five kids are more than a handful, so we thought we’d stop at that,” I replied with a wide grin.
Her face flushed a bright red, as she gasped and whispered, “Five? Adopted?”
“Nope, all mine and all very beautiful. Here, let me show you,” I said, pulling out my phone and scrolling through pictures of all five. She leaned in to look, her perfume and the scent of her hair shampoo washing over me. My prick, with a mind of his own, jerked. The motion caught her eye, causing her to look at it and giggle, saying, “I can see why now. Your children are beautiful, but I’d better finish before you get an idea to impregnate another woman.”
She quickly finished, blushing the whole time, and scampered out of the room. I can just imagine the discussions she’d have with her fellow nurses in the break room.
The years of them growing up to school age were some of the best of my life. They each had their own personality and little nuances that made them unique. April, our first child, was a dedicated Daddy’s girl, always demanding my attention. While the others were content to nap in their crib or on the soft mattresses we placed on the basement floor, she insisted on sitting on my lap while I worked. She reminded me of videos of cats lying on keyboards while people are trying to work.
She’d talk gibberish while I worked, but it never took long for her to pass out and nestle onto my chest. More than once, Mom would arrive home to find her sleeping on me while I was wrapping up my day. She’d just shake her head and let me know how long before dinner would be ready, while she and Paula took care of the other four.
I tried not to show favoritism, but everyone knew. It didn’t help that she looked so much like Mom. I didn’t look forward to beating off her suitors once she was in high school. Not only did she share Mom’s alluring looks, but she was also strong-willed and was the leader of the pack. Brad grew faster, and he was stronger, but he still obeyed April to the T.
Evenings went the same direction, with April always snuggling next to me where Paula used to sit, but my aunt didn’t mind as her three kids clung to her. Chrissy favored Mom and always snuggled next to her and on the opposite side of me. We took turns reading bedtime stories to them, but of course, April demanded that I read to her, as no one else did it as well.