Chapter 7: Sexy Incestuous Plans

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Dr. Bernice Wilson

“I need to talk to you,” I said to my fifteen-year-old son, and lover. My heart thudded beneath my breasts. The last three weeks had been so intense, even with all the drama of my youngest daughter lying about her affair with a married teacher at her high school.

A married teacher who knocked the little homewrecker up!

“Sure, Mom,” James grinned. He was such a handsome, young man. Strong and fit, his hair dark, chin chiseled, and his blue eyes piercing.

He rose from the couch where he sat with his sister, Jenny. She looked so innocent in her pink tights and knee-length skirt, her brown hair held back by her headband. No different from any other naive and innocent fourteen-year-old girl. But it was all an act. She dressed like a slut on the weekend, wearing old clothes that molded to her body, forgetting her bra and panties, teasing poor James.

But he was a smart enough boy not to touch such a slut.

“What are you talking about?” Jenny asked, her eyes glancing at me, narrowing.

“I need your brother to ... for a favor,” I said, thinking fast. It was an excuse I had used a lot over the last three weeks. I had him go out with me under the guise that I needed a “man” with me at the hardware store or the sporting good store. Then we’d park like teenagers and fuck. I would say anything to let me get my pussy around his cock.

I loved feeling my son in me.

She gave me such a look, like I was stealing her boyfriend or something. Shameless hussy. I gave her a look back and demanded, “Did you clean the bathroom?”

“Yes, Mom.” She twisted her lips. “James even inspected it. I know you trust him.”

James sighed, shaking his head. He hated our fighting. “Come on, Mom. Let’s talk.”

I took him upstairs, my stomach twisting. I couldn’t believe this had really happened. I was scared and strangely excited all at the same time. I had no idea how he’d react to my news. Would he be happy or horrified?

He did get off on the idea of breeding me. It was so much fun to roleplay. It just wasn’t supposed to happen.

“What is it, Mom?” James asked. He reached out, grabbing my hips and turning me around. He pressed me against the hallway wall. The TV show Jenny watched echoed from below. James loved taking chances.

Sometimes the idea struck me he wanted Jenny to catch us. I tried to stop him, but the risk made the sex even hotter.

I shuddered as his hand slid up my skirt. “Huh? What did you want to ‘talk’ about, Mom? Your hot, wet, naughty cunt?”

His hand slid higher up my thigh, caressing my flesh. Ripples of heat washed up me. My nipples hardened. My pussy clenched. My hips shifted from side-to-side. I groaned as he reached my panties, rubbing against them.

“No,” I panted, grabbing his wrist, trying to push him away. He was strong, eager. “I’m ... pregnant.”

James blinked. His hand froze. “What? Really?”

I nodded my head, staring at his blue eyes. They were shocked. “It’s been a week since I missed my period. My hCG levels are elevated. You ... knocked me up.”

“Damn,” James groaned, his fingers rubbing at my panties again. “I thought you had that implant.”

I absently brushed my arm, feeling the metal Nexplanon implant beneath the skin. It should have lasted another two years. “Nothing’s a hundred percent.”

“Mmm, so I bred you,” he grinned, sounding so proud.

“Yes,” I groaned as he rubbed again at my panties, pushing the cloth against my pussy lips.

“We have to tell Jenny.”

“No!” I hissed. “I need to think. Figure this out. She’s going to...”

“Call you a huge slut?” James finished. “Treat you like you’ve been treating her?”

I flinched at his harsh words. I hated how I reacted when I was around Jenny. I didn’t understand why. There was just something about my daughter now that made me so catty. Especially when I saw her around James. Maybe I was ... afraid he would find her sexier than me. She was younger, her body fresh and innocent. Men liked their women young, new.

And I had opened James’s eyes to incest. If his sister offered, and the way she was acting I sometimes thought she was, he would take it and wouldn’t need me. I couldn’t lose my son. I loved him so much.

And Jenny was a proven homewrecker. She was lying about my grandchild’s father for a reason. To protect him. He had to be married. And it had to be a teacher at her school. I knew she was having sex. I found her panties still stained with cum from time to time, like she was flaunting it, throwing it in my face.

Little slut.

“We have to tell her something,” James said. “I say the truth. Let’s go downstairs, tell her that I—”

“No!” I hissed, my heart hammering. “What we do is illegal, James. And you’re underage. I’ll be the sexual predator. She’ll tell the police. I just need to ... say I met a guy.”

“Lie? Then she’ll think you’re a homewrecker, too.”

“Well, she’s lying about her lover!” I hissed, hands clenching. “At least mine’s not married.”

James sighed, muttering something beneath his breath.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He pulled away from me. “This is just all fucked up. This is not the way I want it. I want us to be a loving family.”

“Tell your sister to start telling the truth.”

“You’re not,” he accused. “Fuck, I need to think.”

My son headed down the stairs. I shivered, my heart beating. I rubbed at my stomach. This was all messed up. Why did the implant have to fail? Now it was all so ... serious. What would James do? He had that girlfriend of his he refused to tell me about. I was sure she was an older woman, like me. Maybe one of his teachers at school. She had definitely taught him a few naughty tricks. He loved using them on me. It made me so jealous that he was still seeing her and that made me so eager to be as naughty as possible.

And there was Jenny, temptation wrapped in innocent tights. James had to notice her teasing. I couldn’t lose another man to a younger woman.

James Wilson

Learning my mom was pregnant only solidified my need to talk to someone, to get advice. I needed to get both my women on board. But how? They were both so jealous of the other. I could see it in the way they acted around me, getting so catty, both trying to out slut the other while clawing each other’s metaphorical eyes out.

What if they couldn’t share me? What if I had to choose? And they were both pregnant. I didn’t want to fucking choose. It was like being asked to choose which nut I wanted to lose.

I wanted them both.

My destination was a three-story tall house, gray with mauve trim, sitting on a quiet, suburban street about a fifteen minute walk from our house. I had been here only a handful of times, so I was glad I remembered where it was. A large chestnut tree in the front yard had the lawn littered with broad, orange and brown leaves, half-obscuring the walkway to it. My stomach writhed. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

But he was the only person I could talk to about this.

I marched up to the front door and rang the bell. It gong through the house. Inside, I heard sounds of movement and several shouts. Footsteps slapped bare across the floor and then the door yanked open and a lanky, tall girl in tight jogging shorts and a sports bra cupping her small breasts appeared, her black hair cut short in a pixyish bob.

She gave me a grin. “I know you. You fucked your sister in the library a few weeks ago.”

My cheeks burned.

“Lee,” another girl said. “Don’t be rude, you dumb slut.” The second girl was blonde, holding an infant in her arm, the front of her blouse open, a round breast exposed, milk beading the nipple.

I flushed at the sight. She was Melody, Clint’s cousin and one of his girlfriend’s.

“Hi, James,” Melody smiled, the older girl motioning me in. “What do you ... um... ? Why are you here?”

My mother was the gynecologist to Melody and Lee’s mother, Vicky Samuels, who also happened to be my history teacher. Sometimes, our families socialized. The last time I had been in the house was for the wake for Melody’s uncle, Clint’s dad, almost two years ago.

“Well ... I need to talk to Clint.”

“Already fucked things up with Jenny,” laughed Lee.

Melody gave her younger sister a look. “You are being a brat to our guest. I want you in the corner with a vibrator shoved in your cunt for thirty minutes. No cumming.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lee said, her shoulders sagging. She pulled off her jogging shorts, hopping along on one foot as she struggled to get it off. I stared at her exposed, toned ass on her stumbling way to the corner. She almost fell getting the stretchy shorts off her feet but held her balance.

Melody shook her head, muttering, “ ... break her dumb neck...”

My cock hardened. Lee’s punishment, and her reaction, was so ... casual. And sexual. My cheeks warmed. Lee snagged a vibrator off a coffee table—there were more than a few sex toys scattered throughout the living room—and put her face into the corner like a little girl in timeout.

Though no littler girl shoved a thick vibrator into her cunt and turned it on to full. Her body shook as it buzzed in her cunt.

Melody gave me an apologetic smile. “She gets so bratty when she’s in a good mood. Clint tries to break her of it, but she saw her baby on the ultrasound today and has been unbearable.”

“It’s fine,” I said, trying not to look at Melody’s exposed breast.

“I’ll go get Clint,” she smiled. “He should be finished with Alicia and Pam by now.”

“Finished...” Then I blushed. “Oh.”

Melody giggled. “For a guy banging his sister, you are shy about incest.”

They knew. Right. Jenny and Alicia were friends now. And it appeared Alicia had been talking to her family.

I stood in the living room, squirming, watching Lee out of the corner of my eye. Her naked ass wiggled. The base of the dildo jutted out between her thighs, her juices dribbling down it. Her fingernails scratched at the wall as she let out a frustrated moan.

“It’s the worst,” she groaned. “I love cumming so much. Everyone knows it. I like being spanked far too much for that to work.”

I had no idea what to say to that.

Clint appeared a few minutes later wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, his face flushed. He was two years older than me, the cool senior with two girlfriends that every guy in school was jealous of. He was a few inches taller than me, his hair a little darker. He moved with such a confident swagger. And why not, he had just fucked his little sister and his Asian girlfriend.

“So, this is weird,” Clint said, walking by me towards the kitchen. “You coming here.”

“I just ... I need to talk to someone. I need advice.”

“Everyone is coming to me for advice,” he laughed. I blinked at that, wondering who else when he asked, “What about?”

I followed him into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Gatorade. I bet he needed his electrolytes with all the women in his house he must be fucking. He stared at me as he took a deep drink, waiting.

“You’re just the only guy I know that’s...”

“Fucking his sisters, mom, and aunt?” Clint asked.

“Yeah.”

“So, you want to move onto your mom,” Clint grinned. “I saw her today. She is looking hot. She was practically glowing when she gave Lee her ultrasound and...” He trailed off. “Damn, you are already fucking her.”

I nodded.

“It’s such a treat being in the very pussy that birthed you again,” Clint said, leaning back. “Feeling her around you.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “But the thing is ... They don’t know that I’m fucking the other. And ... Well, they’re both so jealous of each other. They’re fighting and it’s driving me nuts. I just...”

“Want to fuck them both at the same time.” Clint bit his lip. “And you don’t know how to do it.”

“I promised them both I wouldn’t tell the other.” I groaned. “They just both looked at me and...”

“And you wanted to make them happy, so you agreed to it.” He took a long drag of his Gatorade then swirled the bottle around in his hand. “You need to get them both in the same place at the same time. Both there for the same reason: to fuck you.”

“I’ve been trying. But they’re both so afraid the other will find out, they shut things down if there’s even a chance of being caught. I was hoping it would happen, but...”

“Are they up for threesomes?”

“I don’t know. I made a joke about it to Jenny, but she didn’t seem all that ... receptive.”

Clint bit his lip. “You’ve knocked up Jenny. So she’ll be eager to keep the relationship. So you need to find out about your mom. See how it excites her.”

“How?” I asked.

Clint grinned. “Do you know their panty size?”

Dr. Bernice Wilson

The hot, wet licking dragged me out of my dreams.

I opened my eyes into the darkness of my bedroom. It was an hour before I normally woke up according to my alarm clock. And I didn’t care. My thighs tightened about my son’s head as he devoured my pregnant pussy. I was so glad I told him yesterday. He was so calm when he came back from his three hour walk.

Jenny and I had both been driving each other wild until then. I was so worried, and she was being a little bitch.

“James,” I groaned, glad he was licking my pussy. “Oh, Mommy loves it when her big, strong son surprises her in bed.”

He only let out a hungry growl as he dived back into my pussy. He sucked on my pussy lips. I shuddered, grinding my cunt against his hungry mouth. His tongue slid through my folds, sending delight rippling through me. My hands slid up my body, covered in my nightgown, and squeezed my large breasts.

I groaned louder, so glad Jenny’s bedroom was on the other side of the house. My bed creaked as I writhed. The juices flowed right into James’s hungry mouth. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head as he licked and lapped through my hot folds. His tongue brushed my clit.

I jumped, gasped.

“Oh, yes! Mommy’s big, strong son is so hungry for her pregnant cunt.”

“I bred this cunt,” he growled, sounding so proud.

“Yes!”

I squirmed, growing so hot. I humped against him, smearing my pussy on his face. His tongue dived through my folds, probing deeper and deeper while his hands slid between my ass and the sheets, cupping my butt-cheeks. His hands were so big.

And it was true what they said about boys with big hands.

My pussy clenched, eager to be filled by his cock after he had pleasured me. His nose brushed my clit as he rooted his tongue into my depths. He lapped through my folds, stirring them up. The pleasure built so fast.

I squeezed my big breasts. In eight or so months, my milk would start coming in. And then I could nurse my big, strong son again. I shuddered, eager for that intimate moment. My body convulsed as the thrill of our incestuous affair burned so hot through me.

“Mommy loves her big, strong son,” I moaned, my body shuddering, the pressure building.

His tongue flicked my clit.

My orgasm detonated.

Incestuous delight rippled out of my pregnant pussy. It washed through my body. My hands squeezed my tits while my juices flooded into his hungry mouth. He groaned, drinking my juices, his tongue sliding through my folds, drinking up every drop of my cream. He loved it. I could tell. He savored the sweet delight of my pussy juices.

I shuddered and spasmed on the bed, groaning through my teeth as the rapture burned so hot through my mind. The fire’s heat peaked. I gasped, heaving a final time, then collapsed back on the bed, James squeezing my butt-cheeks.

“Oh, yes, that was sooooo good,” I moaned. “Now I need your big, hard cock in me.”

“Yes,” James growled, rising up my body. He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy then rammed it in me.

I shuddered, my pussy embracing my son’s cock. He was back where he belonged: inside me. A small orgasm rippled through me, my pussy writhing about his cock as he drew back. I whimpered in delight, his strong body over mine, my nipples throbbing against the thin cloth of my nightgown, aching to touch his skin without any intervening barriers.

He kissed me. I loved my sweet musk staining his lips. It was such a naughty treat. I humped and writhed against him. He broke the kiss, groaning as he fucked me, his hands still squeezing my ass. That wonderful cock speared so deep into me, churning my pussy to a hot froth.

“Yesterday, I saw my girlfriend when I went out on my walk,” James said.

My pussy clenched, jealousy surging.

“And I told her all about fucking my mother. And breeding her.”

My eyes widened. “James! You promised.”

“Not to tell Jenny,” he groaned, his hips thrusting harder and harder. “And, Mom, my girlfriend thought it was so hot that I’m fucking you.”

“Really?” I asked, shuddering, my thighs tightening about his cock. I humped against him.

“Yes,” he groaned, slamming that dick over and over into me. “She came so hard on my dick. It excited her so much, she sent a gift.”

“What?” I asked, trembling. Why did this turn me on so much? I wanted him all to myself. And yet ... the idea that another woman craved him made me so hot.

I made him. I made this women-pleasing stud.

“It’s a surprise,” he groaned, slamming harder and harder. “Have to wait until we’re done.”

“Yes,” I moaned, humping harder, grinding my clit into his pubic bone as he plowed his cock over and over into my pussy.

My hot depths embraced him. My next orgasm swelled so fast as his cock churned me. The friction burned through my body. He slammed his huge cock into me so fast, so hard. He was so much a better lover than my asshole ex-husband.

My fingernails bit into his back as I moaned, holding him tight to me. Our flesh slapped together. The bed creaked so loud. I loved the sounds as much as the union of our bodies. I kissed him again, tasting myself on him.

What would another woman taste like on his lips?

I bucked hard as my orgasm exploded through my body. I gasped at the sudden shock. It came over me so fast. My pussy spasmed about his cock, eager for more of his cum to spill into my pregnant pussy. My thighs clenched about his hips.

James broke the kiss. “That makes you so hot, huh?”

“Yes!” she hissed. “It does!”

“I bet you want to meet her,” James growled, slamming so hard into my spasming depths.

“Yes!” I howled without thought, the rapture boiling my mind. it drove me wild. “Cum in me!”

James’s cock slammed into the depths of my spasming cunt. He grunted. His balls smacked my taint. And then they unloaded into me. I shuddered, my orgasm intensifying as his incestuous seed pumped into my depths.

I clutched so tight to my son as his cum filled me. There was so much jizz pumping into me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I loved him spurting into me so much. I loved this moment, this union of our flesh.