Story 6: Mommy’s Incestuous Romps

I just finished having sex with my husband.

Middle of the day. Passionate. I couldn’t remember the last time we had done that with all our children in the house. I had walked into his office where Michael now worked because of the quarantine. Our youngest daughter, Linda, had been in there writing at her own computer.

I had thought it was adorable that she was spending time with her father. Linda had always been a daddy’s girl. Our eldest daughter, Nancy, like to spend time with me. She had spent the last three weeks of quarantine with me in my workshop. We’d been making jams, pickling vegetables, working on crafts, and having sex.

Hot, lesbian, incestuous sex.

Last week, my seventeen-year-old daughter had seduced me into depraved passion. She had awakened me to desires I didn’t even know I could have. She had done it skillfully. I shuddered at the thought of her manipulation.

Nancy was why I just had sex in the middle of the day with my husband.

He was already slipping into sleep, naked on our bed, satiated by our passion. He had gone down on me and then fucked me hard. He had dumped his cum into me. Just filled my pussy with all his spunk. I wanted him to cum in me.

Nancy wanted him to cum in me, too.

As I pulled on my panties to trap in my husband’s cum, I shuddered. This was all Nancy’s idea. She wanted to eat a creampie, something I had never heard of before. She wanted to lick her father’s cum out of my pussy. But she also wanted to give me a treat. So she was in the garage fucking her twin brother right now.

I licked my lips as I grabbed my jean shorts next. Was Nancy really being fucked by Clancy? I didn’t doubt that my daughter could seduce her twin. She had seduced me, so how hard would a teenage boy be.

Waves of depraved lust washed through me. Clancy was growing up to be his father. Handsome. Masculine. He spent quarantine in the garage rebuilding a muscle car, a gift from Michael. Was Nancy bent over the hood of the car right now getting fucked?

No, they had probably finished up by now.

My husband let out a groan, his eyes closed. I smiled at that. I still had been having sex with Michael even after being seduced. Nancy claimed incest wasn’t cheating. It was a philosophy I liked. It took away my guilt.

“Sleep tight,” I whispered and pulled on my tank top.

Michael had been shocked when I walked into his office and whispered, “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

Linda had been in the room. She had known I was taking her father off to have sex. I could see her squirming. It made me wonder about my husband and her. All alone in that office. Did they have sex in there?

This wave of heat washed through me. I hoped they did. But Linda wasn’t Nancy. She was shy. An introvert. And Michael would never molest one of our three daughters. He was a good man. I sighed and slipped out of the room.

Was there a way to get them to have sex?

I frowned as I noticed Renee’s door was shut tight. Had that been shut when I brought my husband into our room? I leaned towards the door. Did I hear the bed quivering? Renee, our middle daughter of fifteen, had her room right next to ours. Was someone in there? Renee was usually down by the pool sunbathing. That was how she was spending quarantine.

Doing nothing.

Was it Linda in there?

I kept going down the hallway. I glanced into the office. There was Linda’s desk set up against the wall. It made things tight in here. She had her computer, her screen black. Chair empty. Had she snuck into Renee’s room to listen to us?

How kinky of her.

I smiled my approval as I headed down the stairs. I wanted to eat out my eldest daughter, lick my son’s cum out of her. I took the stairs fast, my big boobs bouncing in my tank top. I could feel my husband’s cum leaking out of me. I had never done this before. I’d always clean myself up after having sex.

Nancy was so naughty.

I reached the first floor. We had a large house. Michael was an amazing provider. I had quit my job before the twins were even born. Then when I was pregnant with Linda, we had bought this large place complete with a pool. It was perfect for four kids. They all had their own rooms and there was still space.

I passed through the living room to my workshop. It was like a second kitchen but also had room for crafts. I loved it. I opened the door and found Nancy waiting naked. She had her hand clamped firmly over her pussy, the brown curls spilling over her hand.

I was blonde, my husband black-haired. Our children ran the gamut. Linda had her father’s hair, Renee mine, and the twins split the difference with their brown locks. Nancy’s round breasts rose and fell, still perky with youth. The seventeen-year-old girl stared at me with hunger in her blue eyes. Those she had gotten from me and shared with Linda while Renee and Clancy had their father’s brown irises.

“Dad lasts long, huh?” Nancy cooed. “Go him.”

“Your father went down on me first,” I said, stretching casually. “He made me cum before he fucked me and made me cum again.”

“Damn,” Nancy said, sounding impressed. “I just had Clancy bend me over his car and fuck me from behind. I should have put my brother to more of the test. Seen what else he could have done. He’s got a reputation at our school.”

“Does he?” I asked. He had never had a girlfriend, but then Nancy never had a boyfriend. Dating didn’t seem to be a thing any longer. Teenagers just hooked up and fucked. It was so depressing that they seemed to skip falling in love.

I had met Michael in high school.

“So,” Nancy said, “I have a pussy full of your son’s cum, and you have a pussy full of my daddy’s cum. Whatever shall we do?”

“You are a wicked girl,” I purred and peeled off my t-shirt.

“I know, Mommy,” she cooed and grabbed my big breasts. She buried her head between them, her brown hair spilling over my large mounds. She loved my tits. She rubbed her face back and forth, squeezing them against her cheeks. She moaned as she did, her lips kissing, tongue licking.

It was exciting.

My cum-filled pussy clenched. I shuddered and unsnapped my shorts. I worked those and my panties off my hips as my daughter smooched up my left breast. She nipped me with her teeth, making me gasp.

“You little brat,” I groaned.

She giggled. “Mmm, they’re just such delectable boobs, Mommy.”

She licked to my nipple and sucked on them. I let my shorts drop while my panties bunched around my thighs. I shoved them down further and they dropped past my knees. I thrust my hand between my thighs to hold in my husband’s cum as I worked my feet out of the panties.

My daughter sucked my tits the entire time. She nibbled on my nub. It was so naughty. I groaned at what she was doing to me. Shivers ran through me as she swirled her tongue around my areolas. She caressed me. Teased me.

“Yes,” I moaned.

She popped her mouth off. “Mmm, let’s get wild!”

I slipped onto the large, wooden worktable. The waxed surface felt cool beneath my ass. I stretched out on my back, my boobs jiggling. I licked my lips, hungry to eat my daughter’s pussy full of her twin’s cum. My son’s jizz.

Incest had spread further.

My daughter crawled onto me, her youthful face bursting with passion. She had this wicked gleam in her eyes. I shuddered at the intensity. I hoped Michael and Linda discovered incest. I wondered if there was something I could do about it?

Then my daughter spun around over me. Her legs flashed. Her brown-furred muff appeared over me, my son’s white cum matting her silky curls. I groaned at the sight. I had eaten Nancy’s pussy out so many times over the last week. I had learned all about pleasing my daughter’s cunt.

I licked my lips, wanting to devour all that cum out of her pussy.

She descended her cunt to my mouth. My pussy clenched as she came closer and closer. But too slow. I grabbed her teenage ass and pulled her twat to my lips. She gasped as I planted her cunt right on my mouth. I shuddered at the delight of her silky bush rubbing into my mouth. The cum on her bush rubbed into my face. The salty scent filled my nose, mixing with her spicy musk.

“Oh, god, yes!” I groaned and then licked at the jizz in her pubic hair.

My toes curled as I tasted my son’s cum, flavored by my daughter’s spicy musk. Clancy tasted like his father’s. I had never shied away from swallowing Michael’s spunk. His son’s was just as good. I groaned and licked again, gathering up the spunk in my daughter’s curls first.

Nancy, her round breasts rubbing into my stomach, did the same to me. She lapped at my pubic hair. Her tongue caressed my curls, rustling them. My pussy clenched as she lapped up her father’s jizz. The very seed that had started her in my womb so many years ago.

“Oh, Mom,” she groaned. “Mmm, Dad taste good.”

“Yes, he does,” I moaned, digging my fingers into her peachy ass. I sucked off a glob of my son’s cum from her brown curls.

The salty flavor soaked through my mouth. My son’s incestuous seed made my toes curl. I groaned at that delight. My daughter licked through my bush, stroking at my vulva. Not my slit, but the sides. I shuddered at the touch. She wiggled her hips as she moaned her excitement.

I loved this.

My fingers dug into her rump as I licked at her slit now. Her spicy juices flavored the cum more strongly. I loved how she moaned into my twat as I stroked up her folds, caressing over her clit and then parting her labia. I scooped up my son’s cum leaking out of her, my pussy clenching at the naughty thrill.

I had carried them both in my womb at the same time. Now they had united. They had mixed their fluids. It was incredible.

I loved tasting their incest.

I thrust my tongue into my daughter’s pussy. She groaned, her silky walls squeezing about my tongue. I licked my tongue through her folds. I caressed her and loved how she shuddered. My tongue danced up and down through her slit. It was so much fun to please her.

I licked and lapped and pleased her. She moaned, her body shuddering from the delight that I gave her. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds, gathering more of her brother’s cum that leaked out of her, reveling in the mixed delights of my children’s fluids.

Nancy did the same to me.

Pleasure rippled through my body from her naughty licking. She feasted on her father’s cum leaking out of my depths. I groaned, squeezing my thighs about her head. She gathered it all up. She licked it out of me.

“Nancy!” I whimpered when my daughter thrust her tongue deep into my pussy.

Her cunnilingus felt so different from her father. Not as bold and strong. Her lips not as hungry. Her tongue felt smaller, nimbler. It was a different sort of excitement. She curled her tongue in me, scooping out Michael’s jizz.

She reveled in her own incestuous feast.

My fingers kneaded her rump as I licked out more and more of Clancy’s cum. My son’s salty jizz and daughter’s spicy cream coated my lips and tongue. My taste buds soaked in the forbidden flavors. I groaned, thrusting my tongue deep into her cunt and wiggling it around in her, searching for more.

I was running out of Clancy’s spunk to lick up.

“God, it’s running out,” moaned Nancy.

“Mmm, I know,” I groaned. “I want more.”

Nancy sealed her lips around my pussy and sucked. I gasped at the nursing pressure. Then I felt my husband’s cum rising out of the depths of my cunt to my daughter’s hungry mouth. My toes curled, my orgasm swelling.

I had to do the same to my daughter.

I sealed my lips around the entrance to my daughter’s cunt. I sucked. She groaned and kept nursing out the cum in my pussy. My cheeks hollowed from the suction. I put my all into it like I were blowing my husband’s cock. I wanted more of Clancy’s cum.

Then my son’s seed spilled out of her pussy and onto my tongue. That salty delight mixed with her spicy cram. My fingers dug into her rump as I experienced the last dregs of his cum. I closed my eyes, savoring this moment, my pussy on fire.

I trembled and then bucked beneath my daughter. I exploded in rapture.

“Nancy!” I gasped.

“Oh, fuck, Mommy!” she groaned.

Her spicy juices gushed out into my mouth. We trembled through our incestuous orgasm together. The depraved lust we shared boiled out of the other’s pussy. I drank her cream, reveling in that wonderful flavor.

Waves of delight washed out of my cunt and swept over my mind. My daughter lapped up the cream flowing out of me while she squirmed atop me. Our passion echoed throughout the workshop. It was incredible.

Outstanding.

“Fuck, fuck, Mommy!”

“Oh, Nancy, yes!”

My mind drowned beneath the forbidden pleasure. I drank my daughter’s cream as the orgasmic bliss flooded my body. Rapture saturated every nerve ending I had. My orgasm reached that wonderful pinnacle of ecstasy. I whimpered into my daughter’s cunt.

And then fell into panting bliss.

“That was so good,” whimpered Nancy.

I nodded, my mind saturated in bliss. “So ... Is your brother a good fuck?”

Nancy laughed and told me all about her romp with him. It was so exciting to hear. I wanted to try him out. It wasn’t cheating with incest, after all. I wanted my husband to fuck Linda and even Renee. He could even ram his cock into Nancy.

But Nancy had plans.

A week later, I crouched outside the garage in the backyard. You could enter it in three ways. From the main doors that opened onto the driveway, from the kitchen, and from a back door that led out to the pool. The pool where Renee had been spending all her time sunbathing.

But now she had migrated into the garage to help her brother.

“Yes, yes, yes, Clancy!” moaned out of the garage.

Nancy grinned at me at the sounds of Renee getting fucked hard by her big brother. They had been banging all week. Nancy had told me to be patient. To let Clancy and Renee really bond. “She’s got a crush on him,” Nancy had explained. “I think he can fall in love with her, too. So let’s let her.”

At the same time, my husband and Linda had started banging. I wasn’t sure what precisely had started it, but something had happened between them after I had sex with Michael in the middle of the day. Linda had spent a few days locked in her room while Michael had looked really guilty.

But then Linda had emerged and they started fucking in his office. Nancy and I would listen and then make love to each other.

“Cum in me, Clancy!” Renee moaned.

“Ooh, she’s a naughty one,” Nancy whispered.

I nodded, my pussy on fire. Nancy had a plan. I would get Clancy and she would get Renee. I would find out if my son was as good a fuck as his father. I ached to have his dick in me. I had been having sex with Michael every night just thinking about it.

He had stamina. Taking care of our youngest daughter and me. I married a stud. I couldn’t wait to surprise him that I knew what they were up to.

“Renee!” groaned Clancy. “Yes!”

“God, he’s cumming in her,” I whimpered, my pussy on fire.

“Yep,” said Nancy. “Okay, give them a thirty count, then go in.”

I grinned. Nancy was such a naughty slut. She had plans for the entire family to be fucking by the end of quarantine. She had started with me, figuring I would be the hardest to seduce. Once she had me, the rest would fall like dominoes.

She was quite the little schemer.

I loved it.

I counted to thirty in my head as Nancy moved off to intercept Renee and seduce her into lesbian passion. I hoped my daughter would be successful. Lucky her, she would get to eat a creampie out of Renee’s pussy.

I hit thirty and then stood up. I stomped my feet and made it sound louder, letting my flip-flops scrape on the concrete. I heard a gasp. A curse, Clancy’s, and then scrambling. I reached the door and knocked on it.

“You in there, Clancy?” I called.

“Yeah,” he shouted. “I’m, uh, working.”

“Okay,” I said and grabbed the doorknob. My pussy clenched. I could hear them darting around. Clothes rustled. I turned the knob so slowly. “I just needed to ask you something.”

“S-sure, Mom,” he said. Then a whispered, “Just shove my boxers beneath the car.”

I opened the door to find Renee tying her bikini top back on. She spun around and stared at me her face flushed and guilty. She had a growing wet spot on the red bottoms. She had such a daring cut to her swimwear. I had no idea my fifteen-year-old daughter was showing so much skin. I would never let her wear that outside the house.

But with her big brother around...

He had his shorts up, but the fly was still unzipped. He straightened his shirt, face gleaming with sweat. It was stuffy in the garage. That wonderful musk of sex filled the air. They both fidgeted in that way children always do when caught being naughty.

“I just need to talk to your brother alone,” I told Renee, giving her a bright smile. “Why don’t you go work on your tan some more.”

“Yes, Mom!” she squeaked. Her blonde hair danced as she headed past me, her round boobs jiggling. She had C-cups, smaller than Nancy’s D’s.

“W-what did you need, Mom?” Clancy asked as Renee shut the door. I glanced down at his open fly. I wanted to reach in and pull him out.

“You,” I purred, sauntering to him. My pussy was on fire. If I were wearing panties beneath my skirt, I would be soaking them. Instead, my bush contained the mess.

“Uh, me?” he asked, staring at me in shock.

“Yes, you,” I purred, stopping before him. “Does Renee suck your cock good enough? I know she doesn’t have much experience.”

“M-mom?” he gasped. Panic spilled over his face now. “Listen, I didn’t force her. She wanted it.”

“I know,” I purred. “Mmm, so is she a good cock-sucker?” I fell to my knees before him and reached for his unzipped fly, his boxers peeking out from beneath the car he was rebuilding. “Does she satisfy your gorgeous cock?”

He gaped at me as my hand shot into his fly and grabbed his cock still wet with Renee’s pussy. “M-Mom!”

“Mmm, well she is using her pussy to please you, I see,” I groaned, eager to taste my middle child’s pussy on my son’s dick. He spilled out still hard despite cumming. Seventeen-year-old virility.

I ducked my head down and kissed him right on the tip. I shuddered at the tart flavor of Renee’s pussy. My fifteen-year-old had a delicious tasting cunt. My pussy clenched. A wave of heat washed through me as I swirled my tongue around his dick, gathering up my daughter’s juices.

He still just gaped at me as I stared up at him. I winked at him and then slid my lips over his tip. I loved the texture of his crown. He groaned, his hands balling into fists as I slid my mouth over his cock and nursed on him.

“Jesus, Mom,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling. “That’s ... Your...”

I sucked on him, my cheeks hollowing with my motherly passion.

“Fuck!”

I loved his young cock in my mouth. He had his father’s girth and length. Renee must be a very happy girl to have her big brother’s dick plowing into her. He groaned and then grabbed my hair. He gripped me as I nursed on him. I sucked and fluttered my tongue around the crown of his dick and his thick shaft. His face scrunched up with pleasure.

“Mom!”

I loved it.

I sucked on him. I nursed with all this passion. I loved him. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down his dick. It was incredible to enjoy. He groaned at that. His face twisted in rapture as I loved his cock. I nursed on him with all that passion I had. I let him feel his mommy’s love. He groaned, his head leaning back.

He ran his hand over his face as he panted. He sucked in deep breaths. His dick twitched. The tart flavor of Renee’s pussy faded while the salty flavor of his precum grew. I loved it. My tongue bathed his cock while my boobs jiggled in my tight tank top.

“Jesus fuck, Mom,” he groaned, staring down at me. “I don’t know what this is, but...”

He grabbed my hair. My son held fistfuls of it and thrust his dick into my mouth. He fucked me with it. I groaned, loving it. He buried his cock to the hilt in my throat over and over again. I loved it. I grabbed his hips and let him enjoy me.