A House of Incest

Will the cycle never end? I swear the devil has chosen my family as his house of incest. It all started with my sister, mother and me.

My parents were divorced when I was a young child and I lived with my paternal grandparents and father on a farm. I was my mother’s favorite child. I’d cry at night and beg my father to allow me to live with her. Later, when my mother refused to reconcile with my father, he committed suicide. I was 18 years old.

Since I was such a delinquent child, my grandparents asked my mother if she’d be willing to take me. Being her favorite child, she readily agreed.

I didn’t get to see a lot of my mother because she was busy managing the restaurants she owned. This left me alone with my two sisters most of the day. The closest to me in age, April, was 19 and the younger sister, Summer, was 13. Both sisters had matured early and had acquired my mother’s physique: large breasts, narrow waist and gorgeous, round, asses; black hair, blue eyes, perfect lips and aqualine noses completed their stunning looks. They so closely resembled one another, they could be twins.

My 18-year-old hormones were percolating from the constant feminine stimuli. I wasn’t used to being around women. My sisters thought nothing of walking around in panties and bra; and my mother often wore a revealing nightgown after her evening shower. I’d never seen a totally naked woman, however. For some reason, I had a strong desire to see a woman’s pubic hair more than any other feature.

My mother sought ways to dispel what she believed was my grief over my father’s death. The truth was, I was thrilled to be living with her and my sisters, but my shyness conveyed a different message, I suppose. A customer of hers thought that it’d be a good idea for me to attend summer camp and he helped her make arrangements for me to go to a church camp. She thought this would take my mind off of my father’s suicide.

About three days after arriving at the camp, outside the girl’s shower, I saw an opportunity to see my first naked woman. I climbed on top of a 55-gallon drum and peeked through the window. The showers were without stalls. There was an 18-year-old camp counselor I’d fantasized about, and several teenage girls of varying ages, standing naked under the cascading water. I goggled bug-eyed at them for at least 10 minutes. It was fantastic.

Imagine my surprise that evening when my mother and sisters arrived at the camp to take me home. A minister had seen me peeking through the window and had called my mother. He thought a church camp was no place for a boy like me, he had told her. I was so ashamed and embarrassed I couldn’t speak all the way home. My sisters sat in the backseat giggling. Fortunately, nothing was said to cause me further anguish.

The next morning I got up to pee and closed the door. Afterwards, as I began to brush my teeth my sister opened the door and asked if I minded if she showered.

“No, I’ll be through in just a minute,” I said.

“That’s ok, I don’t mind if you watch.”

With that, she slipped out of her negligee and stood naked before me.

“Hand me the soap,” she said.

My face turned beet red and my pecker sprang out the hole of my pajama bottoms.

“Mmmm. I see you have a nice cock,” she said. “Have you ever made love to a girl before?”

“Err, no.”

“Would you like to touch my breasts? I don’t mind.”

I gulped and said, “I’d like that very much.” I cupped both breasts with my hands and manipulated them.

“They’re really nice. Can I suck them?”

“Oh, yes,” she said as I lowered my mouth to her nipples.

“Is this what you wanted to see when you looked through the shower windows at camp?”

“Yes, but I really wanted to see pubic hair. I love your thick patch, by the way. May I touch it?”

“If I can touch your penis,” she replied.

I was so ecstatic. I massaged her pussy, feeling her wetness, and ran my fingers through her thick bush. Precum was flowing out of my rock hard penis.

“Has anyone ever put his penis in there?”

“Just once. When I dated Freddie he wanted to do it. He stopped seeing me afterwards so I haven’t let anyone else touch it since. But I love the way you touch me.”

“Did you like it when Freddie fucked you?”

“All I can remember is that it hurt right at first and it didn’t last long. His goo made such a mess, but I kinda liked the feeling. Would you like to put your penis in there?”

“Definitely. Is mother gone?”

“Yes, and Summer is sleeping. She won’t be up until noon, you know her. Why don’t we go to your room?”

We slipped under my covers and began exploring each other’s bodies and fucked like monkeys all morning. Afterwards, my sheets were so wet with our mixed juices that she washed them and helped me make the bed. We made love at least once every day and often several times a day. She obtained my mother’s permission to get a birth control prescription so I wouldn’t have to use a condom.

“I like to ride bareback,” she said.

“You’ve been reading too many sexual novels,” I responded, but I loved her mature expertise.

Our apartment was above a store that sold leather goods to horsemen. At night, the street lights softly lit the rooms. I loved the leather smell from the shop below and the sounds of the street outside; the nightly hoot of a train passing through town called me to imagined destinations.

The layout of the apartment was such that my sister’s and my bedrooms were at one end of the apartment; my mother’s was at the other end. A kitchen, a dining room, and a living room extended between the bedrooms. This allowed my mother to have privacy which she took advantage of. She was a promiscuous woman who entertained several gentlemen, most of whom were married.

I remember one gentleman, in particular. He was a used car salesman with a wife and two teen-aged children. He wasn’t particularly attractive and I didn’t understand what a beautiful woman like my mother saw in him. Although she had married young and had three children early in the marriage, she had retained her youthful good looks.

I remember the first time I saw her naked. There were two entryways to our apartment, one from the street and one from the alley, which allowed easy access. One evening I entered through the alley doorway. Evidently, they thought I wouldn’t be home for quite awhile because they had left her bedroom door open. Although the lights were off, I could see them silhouetted against the streetlights through the windows. The springs squeaked and the headboard was pounding against the wall.

He was just dismounting from the missionary position and turning her over to do it doggy style when I saw what she found so appealing about him. His cock was extremely long and fat. I watched as his big cock entered her from the rear and they frantically fucked one another. My mother screamed in ecstasy. As they neared completion, I slipped unnoticed behind my bedroom door and watched through the crack as my mother went to the bathroom cupping her hand beneath her to keep the cum from spilling onto the floor. Her large breasts swung from side to side. She had a large black patch of pubic hair. I knew then that I wanted to fuck my mother.

I left the apartment to go shoot some pool with some friends. When I returned home, I came up the stairs from the street making a lot of noise in case they were still at it. When I came into the living room my mother was in her transparent negligee watching television. He’d apparently gone home and she had showered.

“Hi, Mom. Whatcha watchin?”

“Nothing worth watching,” she said.

She grabbed a Philip Morris, lit it and patted the couch next to her.

“Would you like a cigarette?”

“Sure,” I said as I sat down beside her.

I thought it was strange that she was offering me a cigarette since she had lectured me about it once when she had caught me smoking on the back steps.

“Son, I’ve been thinking about you.”

“What about?”

“Well, about the incident at the church camp.”

“Mom, I’m so sorry. I know I embarrassed you. I don’t know what to say. I was just curious about girls, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s natural to be curious. Healthy, actually. You know you’re my favorite child, but since you’ve lived away from me all these years, in a way I don’t think of you as my son. Does that make sense? Do you understand what I’m trying to say?

“Kinda, I guess.”

She put out her cigarette and scooted close to me. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. They were larger than April’s with huge brown aureoles.

“I want you to satisfy your curiosity. I don’t mind. I like to be touched.”

She stood up, and pulled me to my feet. She removed her negligee and stood naked before me. I recalled her hand cupped underneath her pussy and her swinging breasts as she walked to the bathroom. My cock was straining against my shorts.

“Hold me, son. Run your hands over my body.”

I held her close to me and felt her round ass, her narrow waist and hips, and then I kissed her perfumed neck.
“Oh, yes. That feels so good. Come to my bedroom. Get undressed.”

“What about my sisters?”

“They are both staying overnight with friends. This is our chance to explore each other.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I recalled how badly I wanted to fuck her just two hours ago. Now, in her bedroom where she’d just entertained another man, it looked like I was going to get my chance.

Although the bed was unmade, she had tidied up the sheets. The aroma of sex was still in the air, which fueled my desire even more. I wondered if she was aware of it. After I removed my clothes I laid down beside her and she held me close to her naked body. The sheets felt wet and sticky when she pulled me to her. It turned me on. I recalled the big cock entering her from the rear and couldn’t wait to shove mine into the same hole.

“Kiss me, son.”

I pressed my lips against her sweet lips. She tasted of toothpaste. I momentarily surprised her by sticking my tongue in her mouth. She made “mmmm” sounds as she sucked my tongue and kissed me with heightening passion. Her breathing became more rapid.

“You seem experienced. Have you ever had a woman before?”

I panicked. Was it possible that she found evidence of my sister’s and my lovemaking? Then I recalled that April always did the laundry—Mother was just too busy to do it.

“No, I’ve only kissed girls and that’s all.”

“Well, you’re very good. I think it’s time you had your first woman, son. Here, let me show you something.”

She tongued my ear, and then kissed my neck, down, down my body to my aching penis. She took it in her mouth and sucked the precum into her mouth to provide enough lubrication to take me down her throat. I couldn’t hold back. I quickly came into her mouth. She moaned and gently sucked the tip and stroked the shaft, capturing all my cum.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh, yes. God. It felt so awesome. Can I kiss your body, too?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, please. Let me teach you how to satisfy a woman,” she said.

Her pussy was much bigger than April’s and sloppy from being freshly fucked. I enjoyed eating her pussy and tasting the commingling of her juices with her lover’s cum. It squished like an old Maytag when I fucked her, and it got even sloppier after I came in her several times. We spent the night enjoying each other’s body. When we awoke, I had another erection that didn’t go to waste.

We took a shower together and I rubbed soap all over her huge breasts and black-haired pussy. I couldn’t believe I had another erection. She bent down and gave me another blow job. When I came in her mouth, she stepped up and kissed me. She stuck her cum-laden tongue into my mouth and I latched onto it and sucked to capture my cum. We passed it back and forth until it seemed to disappear between us. My mouth felt slick from all the cum we’d shared through the night.

I always loved it when mother slipped naked into my bed after fucking one of her lovers. We made love through my high school years and while I attended the local community college. When I left for the university, she would occasionally slip into town and rent a motel so we could fuck our asses off.

To bring the story up to date, Mother is currently an unmarried 58-year-old woman of great beauty. We still fuck one another occasionally when she is between lovers.

My two sisters eventually went away to college and married. April and I occasionally get together. Her husband’s job takes him away a great deal and she gets horny while he’s gone. She says I make a wonderful fuck buddy. I never did screw my younger sister for some reason—she seemed a little more taken with books and her studies. Besides, my cock got enough of a workout as it was.

I got married and divorced and am now single; the marriage produced a daughter who is now 18 years of age, which brings me to the next segment of my story.

A year ago, I got a call from my ex-wife. Our daughter was too much for her to handle and she asked if I’d take her. My ex had divorced her latest husband because he had been screwing my daughter since she was 12 and she was now fucking everything that walks, she explained.

“She needs your discipline,” my ex told me. “Please take her, I can’t handle her.”

Against my better judgment, I agreed. When I went to pick her up, she was standing next to a car talking to a group of Mexican boys. It wasn’t hard to figure out they were begging her to go for a ride.

“Christine, honey, we have to leave. It’s a long drive back to Chicago.”

She gave me that look all rebellious teenagers give their parents and grudgingly got into my van. My cock was hard. I was ashamed of my thoughts. I was fantasizing about her in the car with all those boys feeling her up and sucking her tits while they drove around looking for a place to park and the gangbang to begin.

Chris was home three days before she ran away. Two weeks later, I got a phone call from her.

“Daddy. Come get me. I want to come home.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the desert outside Tucson. I’m staying at this trucker’s house and he wants me to leave. The only thing, Daddy, I don’t want any lectures or questions. I know I made a mistake and I want to come home.”

She touched the strings of my heart. I flew out and picked her up. While she was packing her things, the trucker told me he’d picked her up on the highway and she’d wanted to stay with him.

“I don’t mean any disrespect, sir, but you’ve got a real slut for a daughter. She just got to be too much for me to handle. I’m not as young as I used to be. Good luck to you. You’ve got your hands full.”

I felt like poking the son of a bitch, but I was also grateful that he hadn’t harmed her so I maintained my composure. “God,” I thought to myself, “what if she’s pregnant by this guy?” Needless to say, I was glad to get the hell out of there and get her home.

When we got home, Chris took a shower and put on a short nightie. When she finished, I stepped into the bathroom to shave, and take a shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist when I finished and was headed toward my bedroom when Chris stepped in my path.

“Daddy,” she pouted. “I’m so sorry I’ve been a bad girl. Will you forgive me? Please daddy.”

She reached up and put her arms around my neck and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I pulled away from her so she wouldn’t feel my rising hardon.

“Daddy. Please don’t pull away from me. Hold me, Daddy. I’m sorry. Please tell me you love me. Daddy?”

She put her arms around me again and put her head into my shoulder. My mind again pictured the Mexican boys in the car all fucking her and my imagination portrayed lurid scenes of what she did with the trucker. She began to caress me and rub against me—a long-legged girl, her pelvis met my engorged cock. She rubbed her crotch against me and began to breathe heavily, grinding her pussy against my hardness. She pulled me to her mouth and passionately kissed me. I responded to her passion, humping against her pelvis. Her kisses were bruising my lips. Our lips locked in a fervent vise grip.

My towel dropped and she hurriedly shed her negligee. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and went down on her ripe pussy, slurping the copious juices. Flesh of my flesh, I wanted to taste the product of our pooled genes.

She engulfed my inflated dick with a fervor I’d never experienced before.

“I love your big cock. Fuck me, Daddy. Oh, fuck me. I need you so bad.”

I have never been so totally aroused. The scent of her; the feel of her young, tight body; her firm tits; her puffy, dripping pussy; and her passion, all made me want to totally engulf her. Her hips were writhing, jerking up and down in rhythm to my frantic thrusts. For two hours we slammed our bodies against one another, pausing to orally savor one another. Finally, with a tremendous shudder I gripped her body holding her tight while I sought to plant my seed deep into her womb. She gripped back and pushed hard to send my cock even deeper. My cum spurted and spurted. But I never felt totally satiated. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and we both had to pee.

When we went into the bathroom, she grabbed me and kissed me hard.

“I want you to pee in my mouth and I want you to drink my piss,” she said.

“Jesus Christ,” I thought, “we are totally depraved.”

“Get in the bathtub and you go first,” I said.

She got in and spread her labia folds to expose her urethra. Her piss washed over my face as I clutched her ass and brought her pussy into my mouth. I drank as she pissed and covered her pussy with my mouth sucking at the piss and digging with my tongue into the vagina drenched with sperm. I shook my face as I pushed it into the cavity rubbing my nose up and down against her protruding clit. She began to fuck my face until she came with a pulsating tremble. She squirted a thick yellow fluid which I eagerly sucked into my mouth. My face was a mess. She relished it, though, as she bent down to kiss me and licked at the profuse remnants of her passion.

“It’s your turn now. Piss in my mouth, Daddy. I want to drink your piss.”

My cock was so hard it was hard to aim and the piss shot into her hair, and down her face before the stream hit her open mouth. There was no way she could drink it all. As it swirled into her mouth, it washed the cum out. It was thick on her chin. I bent down and licked it off and swallowed as much as I could. It was chewy in its denseness. I couldn’t get enough.

We showered and brushed our teeth, rinsing our mouths in the water streaming from the shower head. We looked at one another and broke out laughing.

“That was great, Daddy. You’re the best fuck I ever had.” I believed her.

When we went back to bed, we again had sex but with more love than passion. We talked about the future and what it held. She said she wanted to be with me forever.

The past year has been the happiest year of my life. We are in love. Chris is taking classes at the local college and is doing well. She no longer dates boys. I’m the only man in her life—sexually, that is. When we discovered that she was pregnant with our child, she arranged with a closeted gay to acknowledge the baby as his. He now lives in our home and has freedom to do what he couldn’t while living with his parents.

My wife can’t believe the change that’s come over Christine. She has become good friends with her and they now have a wonderful relationship.

The only thing that casts a pall over our idyllic life is the fear that our baby will be a girl. If so, will I be able to leave it alone? God help me.

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