What She Told Me
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 8: Scott's Surprise
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Scott's Surprise - My wife told me the most incredible story of hot incest I could imagine.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex
Friday afternoon, I had barely kicked off my shoes when I heard the soft click of heels on the hardwood. Lily stepped out of the hallway wearing nothing but a black lace garter belt, sheer stockings, and glossy black pumps. Her long brown hair swung in a ponytail. Her athletic body looked even tighter framed by the lingerie. Her small 32B breasts were bare, nipples already stiff, and her shaved puffy pussy glistened between her narrow hips.
“Daddy,” she said, voice low and sweet, “I dressed up for you. I want to practice deep-throating again.”
My cock twitched inside my slacks. I let her unbutton my shirt, her small hands sliding over my chest. She sank to her knees to work my belt and zipper, freeing my already thickening eight-inch cock. The head was flushed and slick. Lily wrapped her fingers around the base and gave one slow lick from balls to crown.
Ann appeared from the kitchen, took one look at us, and started unbuttoning her own blouse. “Looks like I’m just in time,” she said, shrugging out of her clothes. Her short brown hair framed her face as she revealed her 36C breasts and the thick brown bush between her thighs. She kept her hourglass figure tight, and her bubble ass swayed as she walked over to the couch.
I lay back. Lily settled on her knees at my hip, lips parting around my cock. Ann swung a leg over my face, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth. I licked up through her folds, tasting her familiar musk while Lily took me deeper, gagging softly as she worked to open her throat.
The front door opened.
Scott stood frozen in the entry, backpack still on one shoulder, eyes wide. His swimmer’s body was tense under a thin T-shirt and jeans.
He stared at the three of us—his mother’s pussy on my face, his sister’s mouth stretched around my cock. His face went red, then pale, then red again. The front of his jeans visibly tented. “Mom? Dad? Lily?” His voice cracked. “What the fuck—”
“Scott,” Ann said, her voice warm and steady. “You’re home early.”
“I’ll say.” His voice cracked. His eyes kept darting from Lily’s exposed breasts to Ann’s pussy, then away. “What—what is this? What the hell is going on?”
Ann slid off my face and crossed to him, naked and unashamed. “Sit down, honey. Let’s talk.” I sat up and pulled a pillow over my lap, suddenly feeling foolish. Scott sat on the other end of the couch.
“Mom, you were—Dad was—” He couldn’t finish.
“Yes,” Ann said simply. She sat beside him, close, her thigh touching his. “We were making love. All three of us. Your sister and your father and me.”
“I can see that!” He pulled away, anger flashing across his face. “Why wasn’t I included? Lily’s my sister too! I’m your son! I’ve been gone all year, and you—you do this without me?” Tears started welling in his eyes.
She cupped his cheek, thumb brushing away the first tear. “Scott, look at me.”
He did, reluctantly.
“Scott, sweetheart. Girls mature faster. A girl can understand the depth of this kind of love by eighteen. But boys need more time. More life experience. I didn’t think you were ready until you were twenty-one. You turned twenty-one in April. We were waiting for you to come home.”
This statement stunned me, but Lily took it in stride. She looked up from my cock, saliva shining on her chin. “We love you, Scotty. We’ve been waiting for you to get home.”
Ann’s hand drifted down to press lightly against the bulge in Scott’s jeans. “If you’re ready now, this weekend is yours. All of us. Do you want that?”
Scott’s breath hitched. His eyes flicked from Ann’s thick bush to Lily’s glistening pussy to my thick cock still wet from his sister’s mouth. He swallowed hard, voice shaking.
“What do I have to do?”
Ann smiled. “First, you talk to us. Tell us how you feel.”
“Scott,” she said, her eyes locked on his. “I want you to tell us everything. What you’re feeling. What you’re thinking. What you’ve imagined when you’ve watched us.”
His face reddened. “I haven’t—”
“Don’t lie to me, baby.” Her voice was soft but firm. “I’ve seen you watching me when I bend over. I’ve seen you stare at Lily’s body. It’s okay. It’s natural to be curious about your family. That’s how love starts—with curiosity.”
He swallowed hard. “I ... I’ve thought about it. About you. About Lily. About what it would be like to be with both of you. I’ve jerked off thinking about it.”
“Good,” Ann said. “That’s honest. Now, tell me something else. When you look at my body right now, what do you feel?”
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