Seducing Charlotte
Copyright© 2026 by H. Malcom Walker
Chapter 6: Nightly Ablutions
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6: Nightly Ablutions - In this intense sequel to A Submissive Sibling, Nashville attorney Charlotte Thompson’s orderly world shattered when her children, Mark and Carrie, fled to an Oklahoma cattle ranch. She journeys there intending to bring them back to civilization, but it’s a trap. On the grassy prairie under the vast sky, she’ll confront forbidden desires she has long suppressed, discovering that the family she came to save is the one that will finally claim her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Age Gap Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Aunt BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Harem Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Big Breasts ENF
Charlotte
There I was, kneeling on the floor of a shower, enthusiastically licking a juicy, hairy kitty with everything I had. Lila was straddling my face, humping her slit back and forth across my nose and lips. It was degrading, embarrassing, and absolutely perverted. I was enjoying the ever-living fuck out of it.
This tall native woman had the hairiest kitty I had ever stuck my tongue inside. Well ... other than her sister Mary, who I had also eaten out just an hour or so before. That had been my first three-way with two women, and the fact that they were sisters had boosted the naughtiness of it through the Stratosphere. For a short while, I had sat there on that rug and watched two sisters sixty-nine each other, and it was obviously something they had done many times before.
Along with my own naughty children, I was surrounded by incest out here in the cattle country of Oklahoma. When Lila, gripping me by the neck, had fed me some of my own cream and told me to wait until I found out what Carrie tasted like, I had nearly fainted from the powerful reactions it triggered deep inside my kitty. Oh God, I’m obviously a pervert as well. Should I just stop fighting it and give in? I’m not sure I have much of a choice, anymore.
I reached up and gripped both of Lila’s ass cheeks with my hands, trying to hold her steady. That let me launch an assault on her swollen clit, and I sucked it hard into my mouth, while at the same time lashing it with my tongue. Her labia were swollen and covered in her cream, and I loved the feel of her thick pubes on my face. What a beautiful, delicious kitty this young woman had.
“Keep licking, you fucking slut,” Lila said from above me, looking down directly into my eyes. “I know from your diaries how much you loved licking pussy when you were younger. Now we’re going to take you back to those days. You’re going to become the true pussy loving slut you were born to be.”
Oh God, her words were so embarrassing, and I shifted my eyes off hers, closing them in shame while my tongue still worked inside her and I pulled her ass even tighter. Somehow my daughter Carrie had found my box of diaries in the attic, and had proceeded to take photos of every page. Now Carrie, Mark, and apparently even Lila knew all my dark, perverse secrets going back to my teenage years.
It was my own fault for being so detailed in my descriptions. I had poured all my thoughts and emotions into those diaries, filling half a dozen of them over the years. Now they were all out in the open, and they were being used against me, used to push me into doing things I would never have considered doing. At that moment, it was me licking and slurping this beautiful young woman’s kitty. It was so warm, so wet, and so wicked. My nose kept burying itself in her thick fur, and occasionally I had to take a moment to pull a stray pube out of my mouth.
“Eye contact, Charlotte,” said Lila as patted me on the back of the head. I immediately opened my eyes and looked back up into her dark pupils, which seemed like they were drilling a hole into my soul. “If you keep breaking the rules, I’ll be forced to punish you.”
That made me moan, and in response my wicked kitty started tingling and clenching at the thought of her taking my submissive relationship with her to the next level. Would she spank me? Whip me? She’d probably tie me up, wouldn’t she? Jesus, I sure hoped so.
While I stared directly into her eyes, I decided to move to the next step, and brought my hand around to the front so I could push two fingers up inside her. I sucked her clit hard and nibbled on it, all while the tips of my fingers pushed up inside her, searching for and stroking her g-spot.
“Oh fuck! Oh ... yes!” she cried out as she reached down and grabbed a bunch of my hair. I felt the muscles of her arm flex as she pulled hard, but she had enough hair clenched and I was so turned on that I barely felt it. “Suck it, slut! Suck my clit!” she said loudly. I did as I was told, making sure I kept my eyes open and locked onto hers.
“Fuck ... fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck yes!” she finally screamed out, as her thighs gripped and convulsed around my head. So far, every orgasm I’d seen Lila have had been a powerful one. She was a strong, beautiful woman and was not afraid to show her true feelings. I’d never had a sexual partner like her before, having mostly only pleasured myself or had sex about twice a month with Frank, just to keep him happy. I had fucked other women in school, but they always seemed embarrassed to be enjoying sex with a woman. They had quiet, small orgasms then immediately got up to go, never speaking about it again.
With Lila, and every loud climax she had, it was blatantly obvious how she enjoyed every second of my tongue lashing her kitty, and my fingers curled up inside her, stroking the strong ridges of her g-spot. She was taller than me, stronger than me, and part of me enjoyed it when she made me submit to her. This had been another strong climax, and her cream had washed over my face. Enough went in my mouth that I was able to swish it around with my tongue before I swallowed. She wasn’t so much a squirter as she was a continuous creamer, and I found that cream to be incredibly delicious. I hoped she wasn’t done yet.
Using my hair, Lila pulled me up to my feet, then she leaned over and started kissing me, shoving her tongue into my mouth and exploring it freely. I eagerly kissed her back, pushing my middle finger into her kitty again. She had one hand still gripping my hair, and she pinched and pulled on my right nipple with the other. I was fully under her control now, and the part of me that had been reluctant about it earlier had now given up completely. She did own me, and I had no desire to change that right now.
I wasn’t going to go down meekly, however. I added another finger, thrusting them up into her slot, working her over with strong determination. I didn’t get to where I am in life by being weak and giving in lightly. It took a strong, fearless woman like Lila to tame my wanton little kitty, but I would show her that I could be strong as well.
I used my tongue to wrestle with hers, pushing it back inside her mouth. She responded, and shoved hers back at mine, forcing it into my mouth and dragging the tip across the back of my teeth. Switching tactics, I clamped my lips down on her tongue and sucked on it as hard as I could, pulling it deep inside. Lila moaned, and it took her several attempts before she was able to extricate her muscle from the suction I was applying to it. When she pulled back, I started hammering her kitty with three fingers, making her gasp with pleasure.
“You better cum for me. You better cum on my fingers, slut,” I said in a low, lusty voice. I pushed my chest hard against her, shoving the larger woman back against the shower wall, under one of the streams of water. Then I reached down with my other hand and found her thick, juicy clit nestled inside its bed of fur. I pinched it hard, then pulled on it, stretching and twisting it at the same time. “Oh God!” she yelled out, then pulled my face back towards her and started kissing me again, hard.
She wasn’t able to withstand what I was doing to her for long. I felt her body tense up again, and she pulled my head tight as her hips humped back and forth as my fingers were driving her wild. I pulled off the kiss again and started talking to her in my low voice again.
“You want to own me? You want to own this body and make me your slut? Then you better prove it. Prove to me you’re worth it. You better cum hard for me.”
I watched as Lila’s head tossed back, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was humping my hands as the hot shower water flowed down the front of her body. Then her head snapped forward and she finally inhaled deeply as she let out a primal scream.
“Fuuuuck! Yes! Yes, Charlotte! I’ll cum for you. I’ll always cum for you!” She shook for several more moments, then her body turned into rubber. She slid down the wall of the shower until she was sitting on the floor. She was in the corner, mostly out of the spray of water, and I followed her down. Reaching out, she pulled me into her lap until I was laying across it like a baby. Then she proceeded to pull my head up to hers, so we could kiss like the lovers we were rapidly becoming.
We enjoyed kissing like that for a while, until Lila finally stood up and we briefly rinsed ourselves off again. Taking my hand to lead me out of the shower, she pulled me into the middle of the room and stepped over to fetch a large, fluffy towel off a pile on the counter. She dried me thoroughly, having me spread my legs and lift up my arms. Then we swapped places and I did the same for her. I made a point to give her clit a quick pinch between my fingers, which made her gasp.
“Naughty, naughty girl, Charlotte,” she said with a laugh, then she gave me a light spank on my bottom with her hand. That made me gasp as well, and then she pulled me in for a kiss that interrupted us drying each other for a few moments.
Once we were finally both dry, we donned bathrobes and she had me sit on a bench in front of a vanity that had triple mirrors. Using a brush, she gave my hair exactly one hundred strokes, talking to me the entire time. I said nothing at first, just patiently listening and enjoying the attention.
“We have special rules that Mark, Carrie, and I have agreed on for the ladies in this house. Carrie and I have agreed that we belong to Mark, and allow him to make decisions for us when he feels like it. Except for pubic hair, he likes his women to be hair-free from the neck down. Carrie only has a small landing strip above her pussy, which she keeps trimmed in the shape of a triangle, pointing down. As you know, mine grows pretty wild although I do keep it trimmed enough to wear bikini bottoms. Once Mark tells us how he wants yours, we’ll start trimming and waxing it that way.”
I blushed bright red as she mentioned Mark approving the shape of my pubes. An image of son standing between my spread legs, leaning in to closely inspect my kitty flashed through my mind. At his request, I reached down and spread my labia, allowing him to see my glistening folds and into my gaping slot. The image both turned me on and filled me with deep shame, all at the same time.
“Lila, I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about things like that. Mark’s my son, and it’s not right for a son to have thoughts about what his mother’s pubic hair looks like. It’s incestuous and perverse.”
Lila stopped brushing my hair and smiled at me in the mirror. It was a smile that made me uneasy, because it never reached her eyes. She grabbed a length of my hair with one hand and pulled my head back, causing me to look up at her.
“You were fine watching me fuck my sister today, weren’t you? You licked her pussy while I sat on her face. Was it perverse for you to enjoy that like you did? You know that you’re a slut. I know that you’re a slut. You can deny it all you want, but we both know your slutty cunt gets all wet when you think about fucking Mark. You even talked about it in your diary, didn’t you?”
She let go of my hair and I looked back into the mirror, saying nothing in response. Fuck. They must really have all my diaries. I hadn’t said anything directly, but I had sure implied several times how I felt about my son when he was a teenager. Why did I write so honestly? It was some kind of sick compulsion that had backfired on me. Maybe deep down I wanted everyone to know ... wanted to get caught.
“We have pussy inspections on Wednesday and Sunday nights, where Carrie and I check each other over to make sure everything is just like Mark likes it. Once some decisions have been made, we’ll add you to that as well. It’s been so much fun getting to know Carrie’s pussy so well the last few months, and her mine. We know exactly how to please each other now, and it sometimes feels more like she’s my little sister than a partner.”
“How many sisters do you have?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Three, including Mary,” she replied. “Jane is a few years younger than me, but she lives over an hour away, so we don’t get to see her as much. My little sister Lizzy is a senior in high school, and she turns eighteen in a few weeks.”
“Do all of you ... you know ... do things together?” I couldn’t bring myself to be completely blunt about it.
Lila laughed. “Yes, we do. Except for Lizzy, of course. When she’s eighteen, we’ll try to get her to join in on the fun, but she may not want to. We don’t force anybody to do anything they don’t want to. Including you.”
Maybe I wasn’t being forced, per se, but I’m pretty sure I should have been considered at least a reluctant participant. Lila hadn’t really given me a choice, but I hadn’t resisted much, either. I hoped they wouldn’t put that same kind of pressure on Lizzy, or she wouldn’t stand much of a chance. If a forty-year-old attorney and mother couldn’t resist this kind of pressure, what chance did a teenager stand if her older sisters were putting pressure on her?
I was still amazed at how fast my relationship with this young woman was moving. Yesterday morning, it had been years since I’d had an orgasm that I hadn’t given myself, but then Lila and her sister started making me cum multiple times in the space of an hour. My little kitty was exhausted, but it still wanted more. So much more.
Once my hair was thoroughly brushed, we swapped places, and I began running the brush through Lila’s long, thick hair. There were a few tangles at first, but I worked the brush through them until it flowed easily with each stroke. I used to do this for Carrie, who had long, straight hair until she hit puberty and decided to go with the shorter look. I always wished she had kept it longer, but I’ve always tried to let her make her own decisions. That may have backfired on me as well. My daughter was at least as strong and willful as I was, even if she was inexperienced.
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