I trembled as his dick slid deeper and deeper into my cunt. I groaned, my snatch squeezing around his dick. The pleasure rippled through my body as he filled me. His eyes widened as he slid to the hilt in me.
“Mom,” he groaned, looking at once boyish and manly, flicking between the two as his cock throbbed inside of my twat.
I cupped his face and kissed him. I loved him with such hunger. It was so wonderful to have a real cock in me again. Not fingers. Not plastic or rubber dildos. A thick, fleshy, hot shaft that would pump me full of incestuous spunk.
To breed me.
It was what my body was created for. I wasn’t too old. I was in my prime. I shuddered as he pumped away at me. His cock thrust into my cunt again and again. He plundered me. This amazing pleasure that surged through me.
My twat squeezed about his dick as he pumped away. He thrust hard and fast. There was this frantic energy to it. I shuddered, my pussy clenching about his cock. I kissed my son with hunger, welcoming his cock in me as he pumped faster and faster.
I broke the kiss, my clit throbbing. His face twisted in delight. His eyes were wild. He slammed into me. His cock buried deep into my cunt again and again. He filled me to the hilt. The bliss rippled through me.
“Mom!” he panted, balls slapping into my cunt. “Oh, Mom, you’re hot! Oh, damn, this is even better than I thought.”
“Mmm, are you going to fill Mommy’s pussy with your cum?” I cooed, stroking his face as he rammed into me. His chest rubbed into my breasts.
“Oh, Mommy, yes, yes!” His strokes were so hard. “You’re so hot. So silky. I can’t believe how amazing this feels.”
I smiled, my pussy clenching around him. This heat surged through me. I rocked beneath him, my hips bucking to meet his strokes. His balls smacked into my taint. They were just so heavy with his spunk. His dick buried into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body with every stroke.
His green eyes burned with passion as he buried into me. My twat drank it in. The friction was incredible. My son was on me. In me. He pleasured me. He kissed me hard. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. I shuddered beneath him, my thighs gripping him.
“Mmm, what a cute ass you have, Harry,” Mom purred. “Just slam that cock into her. Breed your mother.”
I loved the audience. I had this amazing treat. Our lips melted together. His hands stroked my sides. The pleasure surged through me. It built so fast. This was so incredible. My son was fucking me with frantic strokes. I could tell he wasn’t holding anything back.
Couldn’t.
This was his first time in pussy. He was driving himself towards that explosion. He would become a more patient lover. I would teach him, ready him for our daughter, but for this time I enjoyed his boyish enthusiasm.
I loved my son.
His dick slammed deep into me. He groaned into our kiss. His body shuddered atop me. Then his hot cum spurted into my fertile pussy. That hot, incestuous seed erupted into me again and again. Stars burst across my vision. My body shuddered beneath him. My nipples throbbed against his chest.
He broke the kiss, howling, “Mom!”
“He’s cumming in me!” I gasped, staring at my mother. My pussy convulsed. My orgasm exploded through me. “He’s breeding me!”
“Yes!” Mom moaned, trembling, her large tits swaying. Her green eyes burned.
Spurt after spurt of hot cum exploded into my cunt over and over. That wonderful delight filled me. I shuddered. My fingers gripped my son’s face. I trembled beneath him, my cunt writhing about his erupting dick.
“I love you, Harry! Mommy loves you!”
The waves of pleasure swarmed through my body. It rippled over me. I gasped as the rapture surged through me. My cunt spasmed hard around him. This pleasure exploded through me over and over.
My son and I were united. One flesh again.
I kissed him. I loved him. His jizz spurted a final time into me. The pleasure kept rippling through me. He groaned into the kiss as my pussy wrung him dry. His seed filled me. He puddled his essence against my cervix.
I hoped he bred me today. And if he didn’t, well, we’d have plenty of time for that.
“Oh, Mom, isn’t this beautiful?” my mom said to Grandma.
I shuddered at this, kissing my son. His dick felt amazing in me. I held my son tight as we loved each other. His weight felt incredible on me. It was almost like I had Daddy back. I squeezed my eyes shut, a tinge of grief rippling through me.
He couldn’t replace Daddy. He didn’t need to. Harry was my son. He was his own man. I would love him in a different way. I would savor him, train him. I would ready my son for our daughter. I hoped we had a daughter.
I wanted his daughter.
I broke the kiss and whispered, “I love you, Harry.”
“Love you, too, Mom,” he said, his green eyes shining. “That was incredible. I mean… Wow. My friends told me what it was like, but… I had no idea. Damn.”
Mom giggled. I heard a smack and my son jolted. “You did good, champ. But it’s my turn to tag in.”
“Tag… in…” Harry asked.
“I think it’s a wrestling thing,” I said, shrugging. “Your grandma is into some weird things.”
“Nothing weird about wrestling,” Mom said. “Now what do you say I don my strap-on and we have some real fun.”
“I was having fun, Mom,” I said. “Mmm, my boy gave me such pleasure.”
Harry grinned at me.
“Sure he did,” Mom said. “But there can always be more.”
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Avalon Young
I might be a grandmother, but I still felt young. Though I was worried for my mother—the hip pain she’d been feeling for years had turned out to be bone cancer—tonight was special. She was watching from her hospital bed, witnessing the magic of our family.
I set my phone on its dock, the camera aimed at the bed. I ducked my head down, staring into the screen. “Enjoy the show, Mom.”
“I am,” she said, her voice sounding stronger than it had for days.
I winked at her. Just knowing she was watching made this naughtier. I was eager to have a threesome with my grandson and daughter. I sauntered across the room, Vanessa lying on her back now, her hand clamped over her pussy, trapping in her son’s cum.
She wanted to be breed.
I wanted her to be knocked up, too.
Another incestuous generation. Daddy would be so proud. I liked to think of him in that field of wildflowers. Vanessa had that dream the night he died. It was such a beautiful thing. I didn’t know if it was true or just a coincidence my daughter had it, but it gave me peace.
I hoped Mom would find her way to that wildflower field.
I pushed down those thoughts. This was a night of celebration. I felt my daughter and grandson’s eyes on me. My breasts swayed. I was still in great shape. I kept myself fit just like Daddy wanted. I bent over, wiggling my naked rump at them, my pussy on display.
I loved being a tease. I remembered the fun I had when I was Harry’s age. Teasing Daddy at my high school. I did such naughty things, risking getting him fired by screwing him in the locker rooms, his office, empty classrooms. The more and more pregnant I’d become that first year, the more and more I wanted his cock in me.