Chapter 12: Daughter’s Incestuous Anal Lesson

Michelle Meyers

“What, Mom?” Kevin asked after I knocked on his door.

I stood before my son’s bedroom in only my lingerie. A gray pair of panties and matching bra. It was a delicious lingerie set that my husband had bought me. It felt so naughty to be wearing it. A hot shudder ran through me.

My pussy clenched, the heat swelling through my flesh. I wiggled my hips from side to side, savoring the heat billowing through my body. It rippled out of me. I bit my lower lip, the heat so exciting. Down the hall, my husband was teaching Samantha how to please a man. They had been going at it. It had been so hot to listen to.

But I needed to distract my son.

“I’m coming in,” I said and turned the door.

I thrust it open. Kevin was sitting on his bed playing his XBox, the Christian rock masking the sounds of the shooting. He paused the game to look at me. His jaw dropped and excitement grew as he saw me in the lingerie.

“M-Mom,” he said, his blue eyes going wide. He looked so much like his father. Young, though. Vulnerable and innocent. It was so exciting. He licked his lips, a mix of fear and lust crossing his face as he stared at me.

He salivated for me. For his sexy mother.

“It’s Mommy, remember,” I purred as I closed the door behind me and let out a throaty sound of hunger. “I need to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything I taught you. Come here and eat your mother out.”

He swallowed. “W-what about Dad, Mommy?”

“He’s busy.” I crooked my finger at him, staring at him with hungry eyes.

He paused his game and then stood up. He wore a t-shirt that clung to his chest and a pair of athletic shorts. His cock was growing hard again. I shuddered, loving that sight. As he came to me, my pussy grew hotter and hotter in my panties.

“Mmm, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Mommy?” he asked, stopping.

“You’re not naked.” I shook my head. “When we’re alone, you have to be naked. So Mommy can appreciate what a strong and handsome son she made. Mmm, you want to please your Mommy, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” he groaned, swallowing. He popped off his t-shirt.

I moaned at the sight of his strong physique. Just like his father. He was all muscles and strength. The way a man should be. But he still had that vulnerability about him. The shyness of youth. He didn’t have his father’s confidence yet.

Both were sexy in their own way.

Then he shoved down his shorts. His cock popped out. I groaned at the sight of his dick. It bobbed hard before him. He was so ready for me. So eager to love me. His hairy balls swung beneath, sending heat through me.

My husband had had a vasectomy. I wasn’t on the pill. My son could put another child in me.

I shuddered and smiled. “Wonderful. Now get over here and love your mother.”

He nodded, stumbling towards me in a daze, his thick dick bobbing before him. He looked so sexy. I groaned, savoring the lusty look in his eyes. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I fanned my face, the heat growing and growing.

I would have so much fun with him.

Kevin licked his lips as his hands slid up to my thighs. He hooked my panties with his fingers. Then he drew them down. He pulled them off of my hips and over my rump. I groaned, a shiver running through my body. He peeled those panties off of my body, rolling the fabric over my flesh and then down my legs.

I groaned, the heat swelling through me. This was so wild. I fanned my face, dizzy from the heat that would sweep through me. I bit my lip, my heart pounding so hard as he drew my panties further and further down my legs.

I could smell my tangy musk. Gleaming dewdrops clung to the curls of my black bush. My son leaned in and breathed in. He groaned at the scent of my pussy. I loved that. A hot shiver ran through my body. My pussy clenched.

I stepped out of my panties.

“Mommy,” he groaned and pressed his face into my thighs. I parted them as his smooth face rubbed up against my inner thighs. He didn’t need to shave every day yet like his father. His boyish cheeks felt so nice on me.

Then his lips were pressing into my bush. He kissed my pussy. I gasped at the incestuous contact. The rest of the world might think this was wrong, but I knew it wasn’t. It was so right to have my strong son licking at my pussy.

His tongue caressed through my folds. He stroked my labia. He dragged through my thick petals to brush my clit. I gasped at that spark of contact. My breasts jiggled in my bra. The heat swept through my body.

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Mmm, that’s how you love Mommy’s pussy. Such a good son. Oh, yes, yes, you’re such a strong young man. You’re going to make Mommy cum so hard. Yes, yes, don’t stop. Just keep loving her.”

His tongue stroked with more confidence. I squirmed from the pleasure his touch created. His bedroom door rattled behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut, loving every moment of his tongue stroking me. He swept it over me. He gave me such delights to enjoy. The rapture swept over me. It was wonderful to enjoy. I groaned, squeezing my cunt around his tongue.

I reveled in it. I savored every moment of it. This was what I needed. What I craved. I groaned, my body trembling through the pleasure. It was wonderful to enjoy. I squeezed my eyes shut. I whimpered in delight. The pleasure surged through me. It was amazing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, squirming. My pussy was on fire. The pleasure of my son’s licking was bringing me closer and closer to exploding.

“You taste so good, Mommy,” he groaned.

“Good,” I panted, my heart thudding so fast and hard. “Oh, wow, that’s amazing. Mommy loves what you’re doing.”

He thrust his tongue into my pussy. I loved his bold confidence. He was getting more and more skilled about pleasing my twat. He would make his wife so happy when he married. I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering who it would be.

She needed to be perfect. Submissive, like me. Someone who would attend to his every need. My son deserved the best.

His tongue danced through my folds. He swirled around in me. I gasped at the bliss he created in me. My head thumped back into the door. I gripped his short hair as he feasted on me. This was an amazing delight to enjoy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. My voice echoed through the room. I just knew that my daughter was receiving just as much pleasure from my husband, Mitch. “Mommy loves that. You’re going to drown in Mommy’s juices.”

“Good!” he groaned, his hands stroking his sides.

His tongue slid to my clit. He licked at it. Lapped it. Sparks burst from the contact. The pleasure surged bliss through me. My cunt tightened, my orgasm growing and growing. His fingers squeezed my thighs.

Those could be doing more to pleasure me.

“Shove your digits in me!” I gasped. “Finger Mommy’s pussy as you suck on her clit!”

“Yes, Mommy!” he groaned.

He thrust his fingers into my pussy. I groaned as they sank into me. They were so amazing to feel. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure he gave me. The wonderful bliss that my son’s fingers provided my body. It was so exciting. So wild. I shuddered, loving this moment. My eyes squeezed shut as my son gave me such amazing sensations to enjoy.

He thrust his fingers in and out of me as he fluttered his tongue against my bud. My body bucked. The door rattled louder. My moans echoed through the room as my orgasm swelled in me. My pussy squeezed down around his digits. I drank in the friction.

He sucked on my bud.

“Such a good boy!” I gasped, my orgasm about to explode through me. “You’re going to make Mommy cum!”

He jammed his fingers deep in me and nursed with hunger on my clit.

“Yes! Yes! You’re loving your mommy’s pussy!”

My orgasm burst through me.

That incestuous bliss swept through my body. It rushed through me, waves of taboo delight that splashed throughout my body. My cunt convulsed around his digits. The heat swept through me. I bucked against his door, my breasts heaving in my bra’s constraint.

Juices gushed out around his fingers. They ripped out of me. He licked and lapped at them. He gathered up my passion with hunger. He licked out everything in me he could find. It was amazing. He savored every bit of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Lick up all of Mommy’s juices. Mommy loves you.”

“You taste so good, Mommy!”

I rode my orgasm to the pinnacle of bliss. I hung there, shuddering. I quivered, drinking it all in. But I wanted more I wanted so much more. My heart pounded in my chest. Bliss pumped through me. I hung at the peak of my ecstasy.

It died into delight as he kept licking at me. My pussy clenched deep inside of me. I needed to be filled. I needed my son in me. Every inch of his thick cock. I had to be filled by him. That was what I craved more than anything.

“On your back!” I hissed, staring down at him. “On your back so I can ride your cock!”

“Yes, Mommy,” he groaned.

I loved it when he called me Mommy.

He pulled his face from me. My cream gleamed on his lips and chin. Even his cheek. He stood up but I caught him. I licked at the tangy cream on his cheeks and lips, savoring my passion on my son’s face. Then I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

I felt his strong body against mine, his cock throbbing against my belly. I had to get that in me. I had to love my son’s big dick. I shuddered, my body on fire. The lusts were surging through me, blazing hot through my body.

I broke the kiss. “Now get on the bed so Mommy can enjoy that cock.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he groaned.

He practically flung himself on his bed. His cock smacked into his muscular stomach. I smiled at his eagerness. He stared at me with hunger, his hand holding his big, thick cock. I shuddered as I sauntered to him, my pussy aching from that wonderful orgasm he gave me.

My son was such a stud. I had a beautiful daughter and a sexy son. It was all so perfect. I reached the bed and crawled onto him, my breasts swaying in my bra. His eyes stared at me with hunger. Those same blues that his father had.

“Mmm, Mommy’s going to love this cock with her pussy,” I cooed, loving talking like this. I grabbed his dick and held him up.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Love my cock, Mommy.”

“You’ll do whatever Mommy says, won’t you?” I asked, my thumb rubbing at the crown of his dick.

He nodded eagerly. I shuddered, this excitement rippling through my body. The heat swept through me. I groaned, my pussy on fire. This was so incredible. I wiggled my hips from side to side, the heat building and building in me.

“Mmm, you’re such a good son,” I moaned, lowering my pussy to his cock.

“Thanks, Mommy,” he groaned. Then he gasped as my bush brushed the crown of his dick.

He gasped. His back arched. The pleasure on his face was so delightful to see. I grinned, savoring the look on his face as I pushed my pussy against his dick’s tip. He groaned as he felt my labia parting to engulf him. I shuddered as my son re-entered me.

He returned back where he belonged.

He groaned as I sank inch after inch of his dick into me. My breasts swayed in my bra. His dick throbbed in me. I loved it. My back arched, my boobs jiggling before me. His eyes raked my body. It was so liberating embracing these perverse desires.

Incest was amazing.

“Oh, Mommy!” he groaned, his face contorting.

“Mmm, you like your mommy’s tight pussy wrapped around your big dick?” I cooed.

He nodded.

“Mommy loves it, too.” I squeezed about him, savoring his girth. Then my thighs flexed.

I slid up him.

He gasped in delight. I moaned. I savored his young dick in me. I slid higher and higher up my son’s cock, reaching the pinnacle of his dick. Then I slammed back down him. I engulfed him to the hilt. I took every inch of his cock. I loved taking my son. I savored having every inch of him in me. I groaned, this wonderful heat surging through my body.

I slid up him again, squeezing about him. The pleasure rippled through my body. Already, an orgasm built. A taboo delight that would explode through me. My breasts bounced in my bra. My son’s hands grabbed my hips, sliding up and down my body as I slammed back down his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my pussy squeezing around his cock. “That’s it. Ooh, that’s so good. Mommy loves her big, strong son being in her.”

“I love it, too, Mommy!”

I rubbed my hands over his muscular chest, reveling in his strength. “Of course you do. You’re a teenage boy.” I grinned at him. “Mmm, you’re going to flood me with all your cum, aren’t you?”

“But not before you cum, Mommy.”

I smiled at him. “Mmm, you are learning.”

I pumped my hips, riding him as his hands slid up and down my sides. His touch was hot on them. My breasts jiggled. He groaned, his face twisting. I caressed over his hairless chest, stroking his smooth muscles. I loved his boyish features.

He was so cute.

My pussy gripped his cock as I rode him. I drank in the silky friction. The pleasure rippled out from my cunt. On the downstrokes, I ground my clit into his bush and pubic bone. Sparks flared each time, feeding my orgasm.

“Mmm, do you want to see Mommy’s breasts?”

“God, yes!” he groaned.

“Then why haven’t you taken off my bra?” I arched my back, tits jiggling. “Mmm, a young man needs to know how to take off his wife’s, or mommy’s, bra.”

“Yes!” he groaned and slid his hands up my back.

I shuddered, smiling at him as he fumbled at the straps. His fingers slid over it as I worked my cunt up and down his dick. I squeezed about him as his brow tightened. Consternation rippled over him as his fingers felt at my bra band.

“What’s wrong?” I cooed, trying not to smile.

“I can’t find a clasp,” he groaned. “I mean, I don’t do this a lot, Mommy, but...”

“Maybe it’s in the front.” I winked at him. “Not every bra clasps in the back.”

“Really?”

He slid his hands around me. I arched my back, savoring his strong touch on me as I worked my pussy up and down his cock. I squeezed about him. I reveled in my naughty fun. It was incredible. My heart pounded. Heat pumped through me.

His hands slid over the cups of my bra and then gasped as he brushed the little bow on the band connecting them. He felt the clasp. He fumbled at it. And then the cups sprang from my breasts and they bounced free.

“Mommy!” he groaned In awe at the sight of my large breasts jiggling above him.

He cupped them. Squeezed them. His fingers dug into my breasts. I groaned, my body shuddering as I slammed my cunt down his cock. I took his dick to the hilt in me as his hands played with my soft breasts.

“Mmm, love your Mommy’s breasts while she rides your cock,” I moaned.

“Yes!” he groaned, his fingers digging into them.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, the pleasure building and building in me. I worked my pussy up and down his cock as his digits massaged around my breasts. The delight he stirred in my boobs flowed down to my cunt, feeding my depraved climax.

I would have such a huge orgasm. I would cum hard on my son’s dick. I couldn’t wait for that wonderful moment. I slammed down him as his fingers dug into my breasts. He groaned in delight, awe painted on his face.

“Your tits are gorgeous,” he groaned.

I grinned down at him. “Mmm, show Mommy how much you love them.”

He did. He kneaded them as I rode his cock. My back arched as his strong hands groped around them. My black hair danced around my face. My pussy squeezed about his cock. His fingers slid up my boobs.

He found my nipples.

My son groaned in delight as he twisted my nubs. Electricity shot down to my cunt. My flesh clamped down hard on his dick. His face contorted as I worked my tight pussy up and down his thick cock.

He tweaked my nipples. Played with them. My nubs tingled, feeding my orgasm. I rode my son harder. Faster. I slammed down him, taking him to the hilt over and over again. I reveled in impaling my twat down him as he twisted my nipples. It was so incredible.

“Mommy!” he groaned.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to make your mommy cum! You’re such a good boy. Such a strong son! Oh, Kevin, yes!”

As he tweaked my nipples, I slammed down his cock. I took him to the hilt and exploded in rapture.

My pussy convulsed and writhed around his cock. He gasped, his hips thrusting up. He bounced me on his thick dick. Then he growled and erupted. His hot cum fired into my writhing cunt. My son’s incestuous seed flooded me.

Maybe bred me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled out in rapture. “Oh, my lord, yes! Mommy loves your cum in me!”

“Mommy! You’re amazing! Love you!”

“Mmm, love you!” I moaned, my pussy writhing about his thick dick.

Spurt after spurt of his forbidden seed filled me. I shuddered through my orgasm as my pussy wrung out every drop from him. The pleasure melted across my mind. My thoughts sizzled in ecstasy. It was incredible. I loved every moment of it. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I bucked through the bliss of this moment.

I drained my son dry. My orgasm reached that boiling ecstasy. I quivered there as I writhed around him. He groaned. His hands fell away from my tits. He panted, his strong chest rising and falling beneath my stroking touch.

“Mommy,” he said, his eyes closing. That lethargy a good orgasm gives a man falling on him.

“Mmm, you did good, Kevin,” I purred, leaning over.

I pressed my boobs into his chest to kiss him. It was gentle. Loving. My son groaned as we did. My body buzzed. I broke the kiss and smiled at him. He needed a nap. He would be out of his father’s and sister’s hair for a while.

“Sweet dreams,” I whispered and rose off his cock.

“Mom...” he muttered.

I smiled, his cum filling me. I slipped the rest of the way out of my bra and dropped it on the floor. I sauntered to his bedroom door. I was eager to check in on my husband and Samantha. See how they are doing. A wicked heat surged through me as I slipped out the door.

Samantha Meyers

I trembled as I knelt before Daddy. His hand was on my head, guiding me towards his cock that had just been in me. He had taken my virginity and made such sweet, sweet love to me. I quivered there, staring at his cock. He was coated in my cream.

“That’s it, Samantha,” Daddy said, sounding so strong as he stared down at me with his vivid, blue eyes. “Just suck it clean. That’s what a woman does for her husband after they make love. You want to be a good wife when you grow up.”

I quivered there. I was fourteen and learning everything that I needed to be a good wife from Daddy. He was amazing. He had made such gentle love to me, popping my cherry so he could teach me all the advance stuff a woman needed to know.

Like this.

“I just slide it into my mouth, Daddy?” I asked. I had never done this before. I was a good girl.

“That’s right,” he said, his hand sliding through my hair.

I had such naughty fantasies for so long about doing things with Daddy. They used to be so shameful. I would repress them. Whenever I masturbated thinking of Daddy, I felt so guilty afterword. Now ... Now it all felt so right.

“You can also lick it before you do. Caress it with your tongue. Clean off those juices.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I kissed just the tip of it. I could smell my tangy musk. The flavor bled past my lips and filled my mouth. My tongue flicked out. I shuddered at how good I tasted. I had never done that before. I had always washed my hands off or the teddy bear I would hump against.

Now my tongue slid over Daddy’s cock. I caressed over him. I swirled my tongue around his cock and loved him with all my heart. This was all so amazing. I was so happy I got to enjoy this with my daddy.

“That’s it, Samantha,” he groaned, his hand sliding through my hair. His fingers gripped my locks. “Just like that. Mmm, you’re being such a good girl, you know.”