Daughter's Incestuous Therapy
Copyright© 2019 by mypenname3000
Chapter 2: Therapist’s Incestuous Treatment
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Therapist’s Incestuous Treatment - A naughty therapist knows the perfect way to mend the relationship between a mother and her teenage daughter.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Harem Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts
Session 12 with Mercedes Daniels
I kissed my patient, Mercedes Daniels, with hunger, my body burning from telling her about my earlier romp with my husband. My brother. Clint had come in here and fucked me and my previous patient, a naughty mother I was guiding into seducing her son.
Mercedes Daniels shuddered as I pressed atop her naked body. We were cuddling on the bed in my therapist office. Over the course of the last eleven sessions with her, I had guided her into this naked therapy.
Now she moaned into my lips. She kissed me with passion as I settled on her, my round breasts pressing into hers. The sixteen-year-old girl squirmed beneath me, her thighs rubbing into my legs. She trembled and shuddered, whimpering. Our nipples brushed.
Sparks flared.
I broke the kiss, my silky, black hair spilled around my head. I rubbed into her nose as she panted, her black hair spread over the pillow. Her pierced nose twitched. She panted, cheeks red. She licked her lips.
“Mmm, want a better taste of incest?” I asked her.
She whimpered. “What sort of therapist are you, Dr. Elliston?”
“The best kind,” I told her. “The type that makes you cum and helps you enjoy your life.”
“Yes, I do want a taste,” she groaned.
I smiled. I couldn’t wait for her to seduce her father. While she was doing that, I would work her mother into seducing her brother. Incest was the best. Her family needed to become closer. To be united.
I turned on top of her. My breasts rubbed into her skin. I settled down on her. I straddled her face and lowered my cum-filled pussy towards her mouth. Clint had pumped me full of his cum. He always loved me.
I pressed her thighs apart and stared at her pussy. A landing strip of black hair ran down to her shaved twat. Her pussy lips were tight, a hint of her inner lips peeking out, pink petals blossoming. I groaned in delight and buried my face into her pussy.
I fluttered my tongue up and down her twat. She shuddered and groaned. Her hands grabbed my rump. She pulled me down to her mouth. She pressed my pussy into her lips. She licked out without hesitating, her tongue darting through my folds.
“Not your first time eating pussy, huh?” I asked, not shocked.
“At a few parties,” she said. “You know, girls doing naughty things to impress the boys.”
“Mmm,” I said, filing that nugget away.
She thrust her tongue into my twat, lapping out my brother’s cum. I groaned, savoring the delight of feeling her scooping out Clint’s jizz. This rush of naughty delight rippled through me. My nipples rubbed into her flat stomach. The teenager ate me with delight.
I pressed my lips into her underage twat. My tongue fluttered through her tart pussy. I gathered her cream. I lapped at her. My tongue pressed into her folds. I explored her silky petals, lapping at her, making her moan into my cunt.
“Dr. Elliston!” she groaned. “You’ve done this before.”
“I love pussy,” I panted. “I’ve eaten out all of my sisters’ cunts.” And my mother’s, but I didn’t want to bring that up.
“You’re so naughty,” she moaned, fingernails biting into my rump.
Her tongue dove deep into my twat. She fluttered her tongue around inside of me. Then she swiped Clint’s cum out of my pussy. She scooped it out. I moaned into her twat. I fluttered up and down her folds, savoring her tangy delight.
My bed creaked and groaned. We moaned, feasting on each other. The pleasure rippled through me. Her lips brushed my clit as she plundered my twat. She loved the taste of the incestuous cum inside of me.
I whimpered, loving my job.
I nibbled on her pussy lips.
Her clit.
She groaned into my twat. My nipples ached against her flesh. The naughty girl wiggled her tongue around inside of me. She moaned with what sounded like frustration. Her tongue seemed to be straining inside of me, reaching as far as possible.
“Damn it,” she groaned.
“No more cum in me?” I asked.
“No more.” She squirmed beneath me as I fluttered against her clit. “Mmm, but you do have a tasty twat, Dr. Elliston.” Her tongue caressed up my slit. “Ooh, yes, let’s do it.”
She fluttered her tongue around my clit. She caressed it. I shuddered on the bed, her breasts rubbing into my stomach. I savored the hard points of her nipples. I latched onto her bud, nibbling on it with my soft lips.
She bucked beneath me. Mercedes groaned. My patient whimpered as she swirled her tongue around my clit. Pleasure burst through me. Delight flowed through me. She nibbled on my bud, teasing me, too.
The pleasure rushed through me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered in delight. My pleasure swelled and swelled faster and faster. Her tongue caressing me was just a hot delight. Her fingers dug into my rump. We lapped at each other. Feasted on each other.
Our tongues dueled and danced across each other’s pussies. It was incredible. A delight. Our hips wiggled from side to side. I ground on her face while I reveled in her tart, young cream. My pleasure surged higher and higher.
We both groaned. We both shuddered.
“Dr. Elliston!”
“Mmm, let’s cum!” I panted. “Oh, yes, yes!”
I sucked on her clit. Her lips sealed on my bud. We both trembled. We writhed on the bed as my orgasm swelled. It tightened in the depths of my pussy. I whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes as I hurtled towards my climax.
She spasmed beneath me.
Mercedes’s tart juices bathed my mouth.
I drank them in as her squeals around my clit hummed around my bud. This amazing pleasure exploded through me. My orgasm detonated. My pussy convulsed. Cream gushed out of my cunt. It spilled out of my twat and soaked her face.
“Yes, yes, Dr. Elliston!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, you taste good!”
“So do you!” I whimpered between licks.
We lapped at each other as we writhed through our orgasms. She squeezed my rump. I bucked on the bed. It creaked beneath us. Her breasts rubbed into my stomach. My nipples ached against her belly. My tongue danced across her twat. We loved each other. Feasted on each other.
Then we collapsed into panting delight. I felt amazing, buzzing from the enthusiasm of her licking. Making love to a teenager was always such a joy. I turned around and pressed into the girl’s body. My breasts rubbed into her form.
I kissed her. I tasted my own tart delight, a stronger flavor than hers. Our tongues dueled for a moment, my hand sliding up from her pussy. I cupped her breast. I squeezed her tit. My fingers dug into her flesh.
“Mmm, I want you to start seducing your father,” I told her.
“What about Mom?” she asked, looking away. “He loves her.”
“Once he sees you as a woman...” I leaned in had nuzzled into her ear. “You’re a girl. You know how to show off your body. Press against him. Kiss his cheeks. Let him feel the swell of your breasts. The hardness of your nipples...”
She trembled as I whispered my advice.
Session 2 with Jill Daniels
I had such a delicious time with Jill Daniels’s daughter yesterday. I savored the flavor of eating her pussy as I stared at the older woman. Her daughter had much of her look, though Jill had curly, brown hair. She had plump lips and large breasts.
“Do you ever masturbate?” I asked, sitting on my chair, my legs crossed.
She blinked at me. “Masturbate?” She glanced away, her cheeks spotting. “Of course.”
“Do you think your daughter does it?”
She squirmed, her hands clasped over her lap. “Probably. What does—”
I raised my hand and gave her a comforting smile. “Who do you think she imagines when she’s pleasuring herself.”
The mother swallowed.
“Her father?” I asked.
She gave me this sharp look. A shudder rippled through her body. Then she nodded. “Maybe.”
“Who do you think about?”
Her cheeks went bright scarlet. “Movie stars, usually. Jason Momoa a lot. The Rock.”
“How about your son?” I leaned forward. “When he masturbates, is it possible that he’s thinking about you?”
She shuddered. “I don’t understand.”
“I think you need to understand your daughter is a woman,” I said, moving on. “You’re a woman, so you should understand the sort of desires she has.”
“You think...” The mother swallowed. “Is she jealous of me because of her father?”
I nodded. “She might be a little ... flirty with him for a while. Let her. It’s important for her to test out her sexuality. It’s natural for a woman to compare herself up to her mother. To see if she measures up. She’ll soon realize your husband isn’t interested and move on.”
“Oh, okay,” Jill said. “I guess I can see that. And then she won’t be such a bitch to me?”
“Something like that,” I said.
Session 14 with Mercedes Daniels
“Still nothing?” I asked Mercedes as we cuddled up naked on my office bed.
“Nope,” she said in irritation, her naked breasts jiggling. “I felt him get a little hard, but he seems to be bemused by me. Not turned on.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, my finger sliding down her firm stomach. “Getting hard is a good start. And your mother?”
“She’s acting weird,” Mercedes said. “It’s like she doesn’t see me as a threat. I’ve done a few ... blatant things before her to attract Daddy’s notice, and she just acted like I was a little girl. That it was amusing. It’s annoying.”
“I bet it is,” I said. “But lucky for you, if she doesn’t see you as a threat, you can be even bolder.” My finger reached her landing strip. I slid down to her vulva. I slid my fingers up and down her pussy folds. “Mmm, how’s that?”
Mercedes grinned. “Hot.”
I leaned in and kissed her.
Session 3 with Jill Daniels
“She’s really flirting with Martin,” Jill said, shaking her head. Her curly, brown hair swayed. “It’s blatant.”
“And how is it affecting you?” I asked.
“My husband and I are having a lot of sex,” she said. “It’s clear my husband is getting turned on and it’s confusing him. I kinda understand that.”
“Because you’re starting to think about your son?”
“Oh, god,” she groaned, her cheeks going red.
“Have you masturbated to him?”
She gave a shy nod. “I know it’s wrong.”
“Have you tried to attract his attention?” I asked, glancing at her blouse. It was more revealing than she had worn the last two times. “Dressing sexier? Hoping he’ll notice your cleavage.”
“How do you know that?” she gasped, hugging herself. It pressed up her breasts into a lush mound of cleavage. “It’s like your a witch.”
“I’m a therapist,” I said. “And you’re a woman. It’s only natural. At the unconscious level, you’re a female responding to a virile male.” I leaned closer. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Session 16 with Mercedes Daniels
“I blew him,” Mercedes said the moment she walked into my office. I was already naked and waiting for her on the bed.
“Your dad?” I asked as she peeled off her blouse, revealing her breasts trapped in a racy, black bra.
She nodded as she unhooked it. Her breasts came into view, that pale delight of a White girl. My brother had a thing for Japanese girls like me, while I had a thing for Caucasian ladies. My sisters were all milky-pale and silky. They made me so wet.
“Tell me about it,” I said as she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans.
“It was two days ago,” she groaned. “Saturday, and...”
Mercedes’s Daniels tale...
My mom and brother weren’t home. She’d taken him out shopping of all things. I was glad because this was my chance. I had this wicked idea. I wore a flirty, pleated skirt that swirled around my thighs and a tube top that clung to my breasts. No bra. My black hair swept down my face as I found him on the recliner watching college football.
“Come on,” he groaned. “Don’t let those fucking pussies sack the quarterback. Get your act together.”
“Daddy,” I purred, sauntering to him. “Can I ask some advice?”
He glanced at me and froze at the sight of my smooth midriff and bouncing breasts. I reached his recliner and plopped down on his lap, my legs thrown over the chair’s arm. He tensed. He was a tall man, his hair dark. He had a goatee that made him so sexy. His shoulders were broad. His tattoo on his arm peeked out of his sleeve, the bottom of a spade and a dragon’s tail coiled about it. It was his army unit.
“What, Mercedes?” he asked, some color spotting his cheeks. I could feel him swelling hard.
I wiggled.
“Well,” I said, leaning over to him, almost pressing my breasts into his face. My nipples throbbed. “On blowjobs. Do guys really like them?”
He spluttered, his cock throbbing beneath him. “Well, I mean...” He glanced around, this wild look in his eyes. “Um, I mean ... this isn’t the sort of thing a father tells his daughter.”
“I thought we could talk about anything,” I said, sliding my arms around his neck. I almost pressed my breasts into his face. His cock throbbed hard. “I want to learn how to give a good one.”
“Mercedes,” he groaned. “What are you saying?”
“I think you know what I’m saying.” I gave him a big smile, his dick twitching beneath my rump.
His eyes were shocked, and I could feel at this moment I had him. He wanted this, but he couldn’t cross that line. He needed me to help him along. I grinned at him and then slid down his body. My weight on the extended part of the recliner closed it. I slid down to the floor and ended up on my knees before him, my hands busy.
“Mercedes!” he groaned as I pulled down on his sweat pants. “What has gotten into you.”
“This!” I moaned, pulling out his hard cock.
It was thicker than I expected. A man’s cock. Not those boys that I’d allowed to sleep with me in the past. He had none of their insecure swagger, the posturing to convince you he was a man. He didn’t have to do that.
He was a man.
I gripped his cock. I pumped up and down on it. His cock twitched in my hand. I leaned in and licked my lips. I hungered for it. Salivated for it. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the tip of my daddy’s dick.
I dove into the world of incest in truth.
Daddy groaned. His eyes widened as my lips sealed over his cock. I had him in my mouth. His hands grabbed the armrest. His face twisted as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, sucking, nursing, loving him.
The chair creaked as he shifted. My breasts jiggled in my boob tube. My tits swayed from side to side. I sucked his cock. His dick throbbed in my mouth. His precum spilled over my tongue. I swirled around his spongy crown.
It was incredible.
I was loving my daddy.
Dr. Elliston was so right. This was what I craved. Why I was always fighting with my mom. I wanted this cock. I hungered for it. He groaned, his face twisting in bliss. His chest rose and fell. The game echoed behind me, the crowd cheering.
It was like they were urging me on.
“Dammit, Mercedes,” he growled. “This ... This ... Shit.”
His hand grabbed my hair. For a moment, I felt him pulling on my hair, about to rip my mouth off his dick. I kept sucking. My hand stroked the base of his cock. He groaned and the pressure relaxed. His hand rested on my head as he surrendered to it.
He loved it.
This was incredible. It was a treat. My tongue darted around his cock. I sucked on him hard. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I shoved my left hand down my body and between my thighs. As I nursed on him, my fingers slid up and up my inner thighs. I reached the gusset of my thong.
I shoved the narrow cloth to the side and caressed my hot flesh. The pleasure rippled up my cunt. My toes curled. I groaned around his dick. I sucked him hard. His shaft throbbed in my mouth. The precum spilled over my tongue. He throbbed in my mouth. He felt incredible.
I plunged my fingers into my cunt. I thrust them into my twat. I drove them into my sheath over and over. My tongue danced around his cock while my juicy pussy squeezed around my fingers. I plundered myself and loved him.
“Mercedes,” he groaned. It was the best sound in the world.
I stared up at him. This wicked passion surged through me as I churned up my twat. I thrust my fingers into my cunt again and again. My pussy clenched them. My juices ran down my wrists. The heel of my hand rubbed on my clit.
Pleasure sparked through me as I nursed on his dick. He groaned and growled. His recliner creaked. His back arched. His fingers tightened in my hair. I was bringing him closer and closer to erupting. To exploding in my mouth.
“Oh, shit, Mercedes!”
His cum fired into my mouth.
At the first taste of incestuous passion, my cunt exploded into orgasmic bliss. My daddy’s salty seed flooded my mouth. He groaned with each eruption. I swallowed his spunk. I gulped it down, load after load of passion. It spilled down my throat to my belly.
Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. My fingers churned up my convulsing twat. Juices squirted out. Daddy’s recliner creaked as he shuddered. I gulped down his seed, sucking hard on his dick.
It was such a delicious treat. I whimpered, my orgasm rushing through me. Daddy groaned, breathing heavy as I nursed out the last of his jizz. I loved it. I made him cum. His eyes flicked down to me.
I popped my mouth off of him and rose, my tits bouncing. “Oh, Daddy, I love you so much.” His eyes were on me. I grabbed the hem of my boob tube. I peeled it up, dragging it over my round tits. Just as my breasts popped out, Daddy letting out a groan of awe at my teenage perkiness, the front door opened.
“ ... good buy,” Mom was saying.
“Shit!” Daddy groaned and drew up his sweat pants. “Oh, shit.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, shoving down my boob tube. I spun around and found Mom entering with shopping bags, my brother right behind her.
Session 16 with Mercedes Daniels
“I hugged Mom with his cum on my lips, and she had no idea,” purred Mercedes, her finger rubbing up and down my pussy lips. Her firm, teenage breasts pressed against my side. “It was such a rush.”
“Sounds like it,” I purred.
Session 17 with Mercedes Daniels
“It’s backfired,” Mercedes said the moment she walked into my office for her Wednesday session. “He’s avoiding me.”
“He’s embarrassed,” I said, lounging naked on my bed. I didn’t have any fear of doing this. My secretary, one of the naughty Mihara twins, wouldn’t let me get caught. “That’s only natural.”
“Being embarrassed?” Mercedes seemed to deflate. “Of me.”
“Of his desires. He needs time to adjust to incest.” I smiled at her. “You just have to be patient with him. His lusts are growing, and those always win out. Trust me.”
“You sure?” she asked. “I had him alone last night and when I suggested I could blow him again, he fled to the bar.”
“If he hasn’t relented over this weekend, we’ll try something a bit more ... direct.” I patted the bed. “Now, come here and let me relieve some of your frustration.”
Session 4 with Jill Daniels
“I keep thinking about my son,” Jill Daniels said. She lay on the bed with me, fully clothed. There was some space between us. “It’s so wrong, but...” She licked her lips. “I took him shopping to buy him some clothes and I found myself modeling some outfits for him. Daring outfits. I couldn’t stop myself. He seemed to think I looked great.”
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