Incestuous Bedtime Tale 9: Mother’s Incestuous Wish by mypenname3000
Explore the provocative world of "Mother's Incestuous Wish," the latest installment in the Incestuous Bedtime Tale series by mypenname3000. Delve into this erotic sex story that intertwines forbidden desires and tantalizing fantasies. Discover a narrative filled with passion and complexity that will leave you breathless. Perfect for those seeking daring and unconventional tales. Read now for an unforgettable experience!
Avalon watches as the next generation of her incestuous family is created by her daughter and grandson! , Incestuous Bedtime Tale
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Nine: Mother’s Incestuous Wish
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Avalon Young – May 2056
“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 eighteen. 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.
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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 sixteen 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 eighteen-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.