Chapter 2: Banging Mom Hard

Clint Elliston

My sixteen-year-old cousin’s pussy clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window of my attic bedroom peering down at her backyard. From my window, our backyards, side-by-side, could both be seen. Melody shivered, letting out a gasping, sighing moan as we watched in shock at our mothers kissing.

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in Aunt Vicky’s backyard, sitting beside the pool, both older women in bikinis catching the last rays of the setting sun. And it wasn’t a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Vicky with passion, her hand sliding down my aunt’s neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and lower to Aunt Vicky’s cleavage.

“Jesus H. Christ,” I groaned, holding my cousin’s round breasts. “I ... I...”

“I know,” Melody said, squirming, stirring her hot pussy around on my cock.

This was not how I expected my Friday night to go. My cousin and I were best friends, and for the last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both sixteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Melody. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or violent video games than with dolls. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t pretty. She just didn’t flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my dead dad berated me for letting the family fall apart after his death six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it wasn’t really Dad, but my subconscious. Melody and I had been scared to take the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

I claimed her and popped her cherry and we both came so hard.

Melody wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the family back in line. To be the man and show my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Vicky, and Melody’s younger sister who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

“Aunt Cheryl’s hand is slipping into my mom’s bikini top,” Melody gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our first fucking. I hadn’t even thought about using protection. We were both virgins, so no danger of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The idea of Melody carrying my child made my dick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom’s hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Vicky’s breast. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was hard to see details from my third story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin’s pussy, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Melody groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with questions. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My cousin was so tight.

“How long have they been doing this?” gasped Melody. “Sleeping with each other. Since Uncle Clinton died?”

“Maybe,” I groaned. “Maybe my mom turned to her sister after my dad died.”

“And she’s always spending the night,” Melody gasped. “I just thought it was your mom’s drinking problem. That she was passing out in my mom’s bedroom but...”

“Damn,” I groaned, my strokes picking up, my balls smacking into her flesh.

“Clint,” she moaned, my fingers rolling her hard nipples while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde hair covering her neck. “Is this turning you on?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing harder as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom’s ass through her blue bikini bottoms. “So damned much, Melody.”

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin’s tight cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

Aunt Vicky’s hands went into my mom’s bikini bottoms, fingers digging into my mom’s flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom’s hips moved, humping against her sister like I had seen women do in porn.

“Shoot,” Melody groaned. “Oh, shoot, Clint, this is ... This is so hot.”

“Yes.”

“Harder,” she groaned. “Fuck me harder. Press me against the window and just pound me. I’m soooo turned on.”

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this wild moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heat in my balls, bringing them closer and closer to boiling over and exploding into my cousin’s hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom’s ass and Aunt Vicky’s hands working beneath the blue bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin. We weren’t making love like our first time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lusts were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

“Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom,” Melody moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s so wild. Oh, geez. Oh, Clit, this is so hot.”

“Fucking A it is,” I growled. “I’m going to cum again.”

“Do it,” she hissed. “Cum in me while we watch our mothers be dirty lesbians. Incestuous dykes, Clint. Our mothers are incestuous dykes.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I growled, balls smacking hard into her the pleasure rippling through my body as I drew closer and closer to an orgasm, my finger dancing on her clit. “They’re keeping it in the family. Just like us.”

Melody bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breath fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

“Cum in me, Clint,” she moaned. “Dump your cum in your cousin’s hole. Our mothers love incest and so do I.”

I slammed into her spasming pussy. I savored the hot, silky flesh massaging my dick. It boiled around me, made me shudder and groan. The room spun about me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My mother and Aunt Vicky ... Two beautiful MILF’s kissing ... Sisters...

“Shit!” I grunted as my cum exploded from my dick.

Melody moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my cock. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the thrill of fucking Melody and watching our mothers. Melody trembled in my arms. I took deep breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

“Clint,” she sighed. “Oh, Clint, that was great. I love this. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling Aunt Vicky to her feet. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of sight. They were going inside to Aunt Vicky’s bedroom to make love.

“Shit,” I groaned.

“You wish you could watch it all,” Melody giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel eyes. “You want to fuck your mom, don’t you? Like your dad told you to in the dream.”

I shifted, staring into her eyes. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, Melody had indicated she would have a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to fuck my mom. And yours.”

“And Zoey?”

I pictured my older sister, just turned eighteen, wearing her tight jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her body built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Huge tits, curving ass, long legs.

“Yes,” I growled.

“And bratty Lee?” Melody shivered as she mentioned her younger sister, Lee.

“I’d rather bend her over my knee and spank that ass for all the shit she does,” I growled, my dick twitching. Lee was a sexy, if immature, fifteen-year-old.

“And what about innocent Alicia?” Melody asked, her voice breathy. “So petite and small and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her?”

“Melody,” I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Alicia, my fourteen-year-old sister, danced in my mind. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. She was so quiet, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad’s death, withdrawn.

“Maybe she’s masturbating right now after hearing us,” Melody moaned, grinding her hips. “Does that make you hard?”

“It’s getting me there,” I groaned, staring into my cousin’s eyes. “You naughty minx. What have you been masturbating to?”

“Me and you,” she bit her lips. “Others. With us.”

“Fuck,” I panted. “You want me to fuck my mom, don’t you? You want to help me seduce her.” I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again. “You want to share our family with me.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes wide. “I’ve seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same time. I’m your girl, Clint. Yours.” Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left breast. “Yours. I’ve always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little kids. And if you want other women than ... than...”

“You want to please me,” I grinned. “You’re going to please me.”

“Yes,” she moaned, my dick aching hard as I squeezed her breasts. I couldn’t believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back orgasms. And once a few weeks ago when Melody was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

“We’re going to fuck my mom.”

“And I know just how,” Melody purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet cock as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

Melody Samuels

I was so turned on right now. I couldn’t believe this. Clint’s cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.

Clint wanted other women. I wanted other women. Why not share them? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My father, the sperm donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few months apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our house, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle Clinton who spanked us.

Just like he spanked Clint and his sisters when they misbehaved.

His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to realize it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belt loops and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the next level. I didn’t care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would show him.

“What’s your plan?” Clint asked as I knelt before him in the space between his bed and the window, the sloping attic roof over our head.

I seized his dick, wet with my pussy. I could smell the sweet musk as I leaned in. “Your mom always sleeps in on Saturdays now.”

“She’s hung over,” Clint grunted, not pleased his mom started drinking after Uncle Clinton’s death.

“And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club.” I took a long, slow lick up his cock, savoring my pussy juices on him. His dick thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average dick. I really didn’t have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

“And?” Clint groaned, his muscular chest rippling as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink crown of his dick.

“And she’ll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much energy to stay in the house. Your sisters will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too.” I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a woman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

“Fuck, Melody,” groaned Clint. “And we just pounce on her?”

“Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad.” He did. The same chiseled chin and strong bodies, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.

“And you’re going to help. You’re going to be there, enjoying her.” Clint seized my hair, his fist tangling in the curls. He forced my mouth down his cock.

I gasped as his dick popped into my mouth. He grunted, my teeth scraping his dick, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to friends at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would start, me sucking him, easing into incest.

But now I was blowing him with two loads of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

“Shit, Melody,” he groaned. “That’s nice. I’ve wanted you to blow me for so long.”

I wanted to answer him, but his hand was on my head, directing me, taking charge. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in charge, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was sexy and within reason.

My pussy clenched. My cousin’s cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my slit wasn’t so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and didn’t feel my hymen. No membrane of skin, full of little holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my fingers into my pussy without obstruction. They weren’t as thick as Clint’s dick, but it felt so hot working them into my sloppy flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his cock while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.

Clint had loved these silky walls on his cock.

“We’re going to bang my mom so hard,” Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the only true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint’s younger sister, was the next closest with light-brown hair. “We’re going to fuck her and give her what she needs.”

I wanted to moan, “Yes.”

“I’m going to ram my dick into my mom’s pussy. Shit, that’s the pussy that birthed me. I’m going to fuck her so hard. And then you’re going to lick her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that type of porn.”

My eyes widened. Porn was the one thing Clint had never talked to me about, always growing embarrassed that I knew he watched it—what sixteen-year-old boy didn’t?—and I had always wanted to know what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom’s pussy. I would devour him. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like? Some girls said it was gross and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a girl swallowed.

And I wanted to make Clint so happy. He was my man. I loved him so much.

“Shit,” Clint groaned. “Damn, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, Melody. I’m going to cum again. My poor balls hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your sweet mouth.”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a little bitter. A heat rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It wasn’t bad.

It was sexy.

The second squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so hard on my fingers as I swallowed his final blast. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

“Oh, Clint,” I moaned, popping my mouth off his dick. “Oh, that was hot. I’m going to eat all your cum out of your mom’s cunt. I will devour Aunt Cheryl!”

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt’s thighs spread wide, her pussy gaping open from her son’s big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depths, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my fingers. I shoved them in deep, savoring the bliss while Clint watched me with hungry eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my head on his lap.

He stroked my hair. “You are awesome, Melody,” he said. “Damned awesome. I love you.”

I smiled. “Love you, too.”

Clint Elliston

We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her nipples dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man’s t-shirt, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitch. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sister Alicia’s door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small breasts jiggling, her petite body quivering, her fingers rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was Melody.

What if she really did hear us? My attic bedroom wasn’t over Alicia’s, but she might have. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and catch her jilling her pussy, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We didn’t have sex, my cock needed to recover after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with water and soap. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Alicia emerged to grab herself two slices before retreating to her bedroom. She wouldn’t even look at me, her eyes downcast the entire time. I thought it might have been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, Melody and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a cheesy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had Melody giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making love a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.