Chapter 9: Mother’s Incestuous Wish

Avalon Young – May 2048

“Aren’t they beautiful, Mom?” I asked, holding my phone to film my daughter, Vanessa, and her son. They were on the bed, his cum spurting and splashing across Vanessa’s breasts and stomach. Emotion misted my eyes at the incestuous sight.

“Yes,” Mom said. She was watching the feed broadcast from my phone to her tablet. She was in her hospital bed, a smile on her face. Her wonderful, red hair was gone, lost to the treatment for her bone cancer.

I was worried she was going to join Daddy and Grandma Rachel soon, but I was glad she could watch this. My grandson, Harry Jr., had just turned fourteen. He was a handsome, young man. He looked so much like Daddy, but with this boyish beauty. He had this enthusiasm. He panted and groaned, licking his lips.

I was so wet as I watched him and Vanessa love each other. They were going to make a baby, hopefully, a sister-daughter for Harry to love and marry and continue on the family tradition. I smiled thinking that.

I hoped Daddy was watching from up in heaven.

Vanessa Young

My son sucked on my nipple with hunger. I groaned, glancing at Mom filming. She still looked sexy, her fiery hair spilling around her head, her breasts large and soft. My hand squeezed my son’s still-hard cock. He was so eager for it.

So was I. I hadn’t been with a man since Daddy passed away twelve years ago. My son sucked with hunger. I shuddered at the hungry suckles. He was such a good boy. His tongue felt amazing on my nipple. He swirled around my nub between his nurses. My pussy clenched, the heat washing through my body.

I was so excited for my son’s first time. For taking his virginity, and his seed. I would make him into a man, and he would make me into a mommy a second time. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter. His cum ran down my stomach.

“Oh, such a good boy,” I groaned. “Ooh, Harry, you’re just like your dad. Mmm, that’s good.”

Mom moved closer, filming the fun, streaming this to Grandma. My cunt clenched, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My thighs rubbed together. My clit throbbed and ached. His every suck sent pleasure zapping down to my twat. His hand squeezed my tit as he sucked. He growled with his hunger.

I shuddered on the bed. This was incredible. He popped his mouth off my nipple. He panted, staring at me. His young face held so much of Daddy in his features. The jawline, the full lips, the green eyes.

He made me so wet.

“Mom,” he groaned, licking his lips. His hand shot down to my crotch. He squeezed my thigh, his fingers pressing in between my legs, reaching for my shaved pussy. “Can I eat your twat before I fuck you?”

Mom giggled.

He glanced at her and grinned. “Her pussy tastes good, right, Grandma?”

“Oh, yes,” Mom purred. “I love eating your pussy, Vanessa.”

“She’s good at it,” I said, my heart pounding heat through my veins. “And of course you can. Your dad was good at it, too. I bet you’re a natural.”

“Then stretch out, Mom, and let me do it,” he said, such command in him. I wanted that strength from him. He would be the head of the next generation of our family.

I leaned back on the bed, my breasts jiggling. I shifted, his cum coating my stomach. I played with it, stirring his jizz around with my finger. I spread my thighs for him, exposing the pussy that birthed him.

He licked his lips as he stared between my thighs. I knew he had seen pussy before. He had found porn on the internet. His green eyes stared at my cunt with hunger. Juices leaked out of me, dripping down to my ass and soaking the bed.

My breasts rose and fell as his strong hands planted on my thighs. He caressed up and down them, his hands feeling so much like his father’s. They were large, his fingers strong. He let out a growl. My fourteen-year-old son darted his head down.

He pressed his mouth into my pussy. His tongue flicked out. The pleasure surged through me as he licked and lapped at my twat. His tongue darted through my folds. He lapped at me, licking at my cunt. His clit brushed mine, sparks flaring.

“Look at him go, Mom,” my mom said to Grandma, leaning closer. “Mmm, he’s a stud.”

Harry seemed to be encouraged by that. He licked harder, lapping at me with such a hunger. I gasped, trembling beneath him. My breasts jiggled. Whimpering, I swiped up the cum on my belly and brought it to my lips.

I popped it into my mouth. I sucked on it, moaning at the flavor. My cunt clenched, the heat surging through me. I tossed my head as his tongue brushed my clit. He swirled around it. His hands stroked up and down my thighs as he feasted on me.

“Doing good?” Mom asked me.

“He’s his father’s son,” I moaned, trembling, savoring a man licking me. My son! This was so exciting. This must be what Daddy felt like when I came to his bed. That thrill of my offspring loving me. Of showing my child the pleasure of sex.

“Mmm, he looks like it,” Mom said. “That’s it, Harry, honey. Make your Mommy cum. She deserves it.”

“I will, Grandma,” Harry said. He thrust his tongue deep into my twat.

I gasped. My tongue flicked across my lips. My mouth itched. I was feeling good, but what about my son? I wanted to do such naughty things to him. I wanted to love him all night. I humped against him, this desire swelling and swelling in me.

“Let me suck your cock,” I moaned.

He lifted his head from my pussy, my juices glistening on his lips. “But ... I mean ... You haven’t cum...” Then he smiled. “You want us to sixty-nine?”

“Mmm, yes. Don’t you want Mommy sucking on your big dick while you eat her pussy.”

He nodded. This boyish eagerness crossed his lips. “How do we do it?”

“You stretch out on your back,” I said. “I’ll be on top. It’s easier for Mommy to be on top with you.”

“I like being on bottom with her,” Mommy said. “Feeling her weight on me as she licks at my pussy, her twat planted on my face. It’s such a treat.”

“I bet,” Harry said.

I sat up, my body trembling with delight. He stretched out on the bed, his body lanky. He was filling out with the same strength as his father, but he wasn’t quite as broad in the shoulders. He was taller, though.

I crawled up his body, my breasts swaying. Then I spun around, threw my right leg over his head, and lowered my body down to his. His hands grabbed my ass. I gasped as he yanked my pussy the last few inches down to his lips.

“Harry!” I moaned as he sucked right on my nub, his nose nuzzling into the folds of my pussy. “Mmm, that’s good. Ooh, Mommy likes that.”

I wiggled from side to side, grinding my cunt on his hungry mouth. The pleasure surged through me. His tongue flicked through my folds. I trembled, my hair spilling down my face as I stared at his throbbing cock thrusting from his fiery bush.

I grabbed my son’s cock. I licked my lips. I had created this dick inside of me. Daddy had started him in me. I shuddered as he licked at me. Harry was a union of Daddy and me, a product of our incestuous love.

I sucked on his cock. My mouth engulfed him. I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his dick. He groaned into my twat as my cheeks hollowed. I loved him. My son tasted amazing, his precum spilling over my tongue.

I wiggled my hips back and forth, my nipples rubbing into his stomach. I sucked on him with hunger. I loved my big boy. His hands massaged my rump. He kneaded my ass. His fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me tight against his hungry mouth.

“How is she?” Mom asked. “I taught her to suck dick. Is she doing good, honey?”

“So good, Grandma,” Harry groaned into my pussy. He thrust his tongue deep into my cunt.

I moaned around his dick. My passion hummed around his cock. I sucked hard. My tongue danced around his crown. I gathered his salty precum while his tongue rooted through me. He swirled around, teasing me.

I cupped his balls. I massaged him. His nuts felt so swollen as I kneaded them. They were full of his cum. The cum that would breed me. My lusts surged through me. My cunt squeezed around his tongue. I whimpered about his cock as the bliss rippled through me.

The bed creaked as I shuddered atop him. My orgasm surged towards me. My son was bringing me to that wonderful climax. I craved it. I wanted it so badly. I sucked with such passion. My cheeks hollowed as I loved him.

“Damn, Mom!” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”

“Mmm, are you going to cum in your mommy’s mouth?” Mom asked, leaning over us. “Huh?”

“Getting there.”

His balls twitched in my hand. I wanted that jizz in me. I bobbed my head with hunger. With such alacrity. I hungered for my spunk. His tongue fluttered through my folds. His lips brushed my labia. My clit.

He sucked on it.

I gasped, bucking on him. My nipples rubbed into his stomach. I felt his strength. He wasn’t as soft as Mom. He was turning into a man. His fingers dug into my rump. He sucked hard on my clit. He loved it.

I loved him.

My pussy clenched. My orgasm swelled and swelled. Stars danced before my eyes as I came closer and closer to exploding. I wiggled from side to side. My son was such a delicious treat. An amazing stud. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me.

“Mom!” he moaned.

He licked my clit.

I exploded.

I growled around his cock. I sucked hard on him as the pleasure surged around me. Stars increased, dancing with sparks. Juices gushed out of me. I bathed my son’s face as I moaned hard. I sucked on him. I nursed on him, hungering for him.

Waves of bliss surged across my mind. It spilled over my thoughts, drowned me. My body trembled on him. He licked at me. He lapped at my cunt, stimulating me while growling. His fingers my flesh squeezed tight.

“Mom!” he groaned.

His cock twitched.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth. I moaned as I savored fresh cum filling my mouth. It was so incredible to taste again. That amazing flavor of incestuous spunk. It spilled over my tongue. I gulped it down, the thick cream warming to my belly.

“Are you cumming?” Mom asked. “Are you flooding your Mommy’s mouth with that hot seed.”

“Fuck, I am!” Harry groaned into my twat.

My orgasm intensified as I drank my son’s cum. It was incredible. He kept spurting. So much jizz. This wonderful treat. It left me dizzy. I felt this heady rush ripple through me. Stars danced over my eyes.

My hips wiggled from side to side. My cunt clenched and spasmed. His tongue flicked through my folds as I sucked out the last of his cum. Then he panted and groaned. I felt his body shuddering beneath mine.

I loved him.

I popped my mouth off his cock. “Ooh, did you like that? Did you like Mommy sucking on your cock.”

“It was awesome, Mom!”

I smiled at his enthusiasm. I rolled off of him and turned around. I cuddled up to my son. He looked at me, my pussy juices staining his lips. I smelled my tart cunt cream. I shuddered as he cupped my face and kissed me with hunger.

I loved the feel of his tongue. Mom leaned over us. She filmed it for Grandma. I shuddered as I tasted my twat on his lips. My tongue darted through his mouth. We dueled, loving each other. The bed creaked beneath us.

Exhilaration pumped through me.

I wanted to make a baby with him so much. I wanted to be bred by my son. This was incredible. I gasped as this surge of bliss shot through me. His hand stroked my side up to my tit. He cupped it as we kissed.

I broke the kiss and smiled at him. “Mmm, how is this so far?”

“Awesome,” he said, green eyes sparkling. “A few of my friends told me how hot it was fucking their moms.”

“Mmm, their mommies made them into men.” This hot rush ran through me. “But did they breed their mothers?”

“No,” he said. “They were just getting taught. You know, so they could enjoy other girls and treat them right.”

“Some people have to breed out of the family,” Mom said. “But you’re going to put a daughter in your mother, aren’t you? Huh, going to give me a great-granddaughter. I want to see you marry her.”

“Grandma,” Harry groaned, his cheeks going red. “That’s so far in the future. I just want to enjoy tonight.”

“But you do want to breed me, right?” I asked, his hand squeezing my breast. “You want to slide your cock into my pussy and fill me with all your seed?”

His cock swelled hard again. It pressed into my belly. I felt him throbbing.

“Mmm, you’re getting so hard,” I said, staring into his green eyes. “You want it, don’t you? You want to breed your mommy’s cunt.”

“Yes,” he groaned. “It sounds so hot. I want to mount you. Fuck you. I want to make you my woman.”

“And make your own wife in my womb?” I asked. “A daughter-wife for you to love?”

“Uh-huh,” he panted, his fingers digging into me.

“You feel like you’re getting ready,” I moaned, my pussy aching for it. I just came, but I needed more.

“Is his dick hard?” Mom asked. “No using the red pill, huh? Mmm, advantages of being fourteen.”

“I’m so hard, Grandma,” he said. “I can breed Mom. I got the lead for it. I’m going to fuck her hard.”

“Good,” Grandma moaned.

I wrapped my arms around my son and pulled him close. He kissed me again. I shuddered at his passion. His cock rubbed hard into me. He kneaded my tit. Our tongues dueled. He pressed me onto my back, mounting me.

This strange, almost virginal ripple of anticipation shot through me. I was almost nervous of this moment. He kissed me hard. His tongue darted into my mouth. Our tongues dueled as his cock rubbed into my cunt. My juices flowed, coating his shaft. His dick throbbed against me.

“Breed your mother,” moaned Mom. “Oh, Mom, they’re going to unite. Can you see.”

Harry broke the kiss with me. He stared into my eyes. He looked a little nervous now. Boyish. This was his first time. He tried to hide it with a big grin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he boasted. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“Mmm, I know,” I said, my hands stroking his back. I loved his bravado. It sent a ripple through me. He was growing up so fast. “Just slide that big dick into me. It’s going to be great.”

He shifted as I stared into his eyes. I witnessed the anticipation building in him. His cock nudged into the entrance of my pussy. I quivered while this look of awe crossed his face. He pressed forward, my labia spreading and spreading, welcoming my son back into me.

I trembled as his dick slid deeper and deeper into my cunt. I groaned, my snatch squeezing around his dick. The pleasure rippled through my body as he filled me. His eyes widened as he slid to the hilt in me.

“Mom,” he groaned, looking at once boyish and manly, flicking between the two as his cock throbbed inside of my twat.

I cupped his face and kissed him. I loved him with such hunger. It was so wonderful to have a real cock in me again. Not fingers. Not plastic or rubber dildos. A thick, fleshy, hot shaft that would pump me full of incestuous spunk.

To breed me.

It was what my body was created for. I wasn’t too old. I was in my prime. I shuddered as he pumped away at me. His cock thrust into my cunt again and again. He plundered me. This amazing pleasure that surged through me.

My twat squeezed about his dick as he pumped away. He thrust hard and fast. There was this frantic energy to it. I shuddered, my pussy clenching about his cock. I kissed my son with hunger, welcoming his cock in me as he pumped faster and faster.

I broke the kiss, my clit throbbing. His face twisted in delight. His eyes were wild. He slammed into me. His cock buried deep into my cunt again and again. He filled me to the hilt. The bliss rippled through me.

“Mom!” he panted, balls slapping into my cunt. “Oh, Mom, you’re hot! Oh, damn, this is even better than I thought.”

“Mmm, are you going to fill Mommy’s pussy with your cum?” I cooed, stroking his face as he rammed into me. His chest rubbed into my breasts.

“Oh, Mommy, yes, yes!” His strokes were so hard. “You’re so hot. So silky. I can’t believe how amazing this feels.”

I smiled, my pussy clenching around him. This heat surged through me. I rocked beneath him, my hips bucking to meet his strokes. His balls smacked into my taint. They were just so heavy with his spunk. His dick buried into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body with every stroke.

His green eyes burned with passion as he buried into me. My twat drank it in. The friction was incredible. My son was on me. In me. He pleasured me. He kissed me hard. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. I shuddered beneath him, my thighs gripping him.

“Mmm, what a cute ass you have, Harry,” Mom purred. “Just slam that cock into her. Breed your mother.”

I loved the audience. I had this amazing treat. Our lips melted together. His hands stroked my sides. The pleasure surged through me. It built so fast. This was so incredible. My son was fucking me with frantic strokes. I could tell he wasn’t holding anything back.

Couldn’t.

This was his first time in pussy. He was driving himself towards that explosion. He would become a more patient lover. I would teach him, ready him for our daughter, but for this time I enjoyed his boyish enthusiasm.

I loved my son.

His dick slammed deep into me. He groaned into our kiss. His body shuddered atop me. Then his hot cum spurted into my fertile pussy. That hot, incestuous seed erupted into me again and again. Stars burst across my vision. My body shuddered beneath him. My nipples throbbed against his chest.

He broke the kiss, howling, “Mom!”

“He’s cumming in me!” I gasped, staring at my mother. My pussy convulsed. My orgasm exploded through me. “He’s breeding me!”

“Yes!” Mom moaned, trembling, her large tits swaying. Her green eyes burned.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum exploded into my cunt over and over. That wonderful delight filled me. I shuddered. My fingers gripped my son’s face. I trembled beneath him, my cunt writhing about his erupting dick.

“I love you, Harry! Mommy loves you!”

The waves of pleasure swarmed through my body. It rippled over me. I gasped as the rapture surged through me. My cunt spasmed hard around him. This pleasure exploded through me over and over.

My son and I were united. One flesh again.

I kissed him. I loved him. His jizz spurted a final time into me. The pleasure kept rippling through me. He groaned into the kiss as my pussy wrung him dry. His seed filled me. He puddled his essence against my cervix.

I hoped he bred me today. And if he didn’t, well, we’d have plenty of time for that.

“Oh, Mom, isn’t this beautiful?” my mom said to Grandma.

I shuddered at this, kissing my son. His dick felt amazing in me. I held my son tight as we loved each other. His weight felt incredible on me. It was almost like I had Daddy back. I squeezed my eyes shut, a tinge of grief rippling through me.

He couldn’t replace Daddy. He didn’t need to. Harry was my son. He was his own man. I would love him in a different way. I would savor him, train him. I would ready my son for our daughter. I hoped we had a daughter.

I wanted his daughter.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “I love you, Harry.”

“Love you, too, Mom,” he said, his green eyes shining. “That was incredible. I mean ... Wow. My friends told me what it was like, but ... I had no idea. Damn.”