She moaned into the kiss. Her body trembled in my embrace. My fingers dug into her tits, massaging her. Loving her. Our tongues dueled. Harry grunted. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the room while the bed frame creaked.
“Damn,” Harry groaned. “Oh, damn, Mommy-slut. I can feel how much you want my cum. You want me spurting into you. Just flooding your pussy!”
“Yes!” Vanessa moaned, breaking the kiss. Her body shuddered as she stared down at her son. “ I do!”
She leaned over him as she worked her pussy up and down his dick. Her back fell away from my tits. They swung before me as I pounded her asshole. I stroked her harder, my hands sliding from her breasts to caress her side.
She kissed her son. They moaned together. Her back arched, her red hair swaying about her. I loved it. I drove my dildo hard into her asshole, my crotch smacking into my daughter’s flesh. My heavy tits heaved.
I scooped up my right tit, cradling the pillowy boob in my hand. I lifted it, bringing my nipple to my mouth. I suckled, missing my breast milk. I lost it after daddy passed away. I’d dried up when we were lost to our grief.
I shuddered as my sensitive nipple throbbed in my mouth. I loved the feel of it as I thrust my cock into my daughter’s asshole hard and fast. I fucked her with vigor, moaning about my nub. The pleasure shot down to my pussy.
My orgasm grew and grew.
Every stroke flared passion from my clit.
My little nub throbbed against the dildo’s base. It drank in the feel. I groaned, drunk on the delight of fucking my daughter’s asshole while she kissed her son. I thrust harder, faster. My pussy dripped juices.
I moaned around my nipple. The hums sent ripples of delight through my flesh. I groaned louder, sucking harder. My right hand squeezed my tit that I nursed on. The fingernails of my other hand scratched down my daughter’s back.
“Oh, Harry, yes!” Vanessa moaned. “I’m getting there. You and your grandmother are driving me wild.”
“Good!” Harry growled. His eyes flashed up at me from over my daughter’s shoulders. “Fuck her harder, Grandma. Let’s make her explode!”
I popped my nipple out of my mouth. “Like the mommy-slut she is!” I moaned, thrusting hard and fast. “Cum, Vanessa!”
“I’m getting there,” she groaned. “Oh, god, I am. Your shafts are filling me up. Ooh, my son’s so big, and Mom… I love your dildo pounding my asshole. Yes, yes, keep thrusting into me.”
I fucked her hard, my tits bouncing before me. The sparks of pleasure fed my orgasm faster and faster. I was getting closer and closer to that wonderful moment. She squirmed atop her son, working her pussy up and down his dick.
He grunted and groaned. She panted and moaned. I loved it. My hair danced around my shoulders. I glanced to my right, at the phone recording this all. I winked for my mother watching us. A wave of heat shot through me.
“Mommy! Harry!” squealed my daughter.
“Yes!” Harry gasped.
My daughter must be cumming. I slammed my dildo into her asshole while she writhed atop her son. The pleasure surged through me. My cunt clenched. I drew back the dildo, needing just a little bit more stimulation on my clit to melt into rapture.
“Fuck, Mom!” grunted Harry.
“Yes, yes, I love your jizz spurting into me!” my daughter howled as I slammed back into her bowels.
I came.
“I love being bred by my big, strong son!”
“Yes, yes, breed her!” I gasped as my pussy convulsed. Waves of ecstasy washed out of my cunt and through my body.
“I am, Grandma!” groaned Harry. “Oh, yes, yes. Her pussy’s milking my dick!”
“Good!” I moaned, dizzy with lust. The pleasure was incredible. It rippled out of my pussy.
Cream gushed hot down my thighs. The bliss drowned my mind. Stars danced before me as my mind rode the waves of ecstasy. Each one crested higher and higher, carrying me into such rapture. My big boobs heaved before me as I swayed.
“Vanessa! Harry!” I moaned.
“Oh, Mom! I love you!” my daughter panted. “I love you and Harry!”
“Yes!” I gasped, my orgasm peaking. Dying.
“Mom, you are such a slut!” groaned Harry. “That was incredible. I think you drained my balls.”
“Mmm,” my daughter purred, panting as she trembled on him.
Panting from the delight my orgasmic bliss, I slid my dildo out of my daughter’s asshole. I shuddered as she lay collapsed on my grandson. They were kissing, loving each other. I smiled at the intimacy they had. I crawled off the bed, my limbs still shaking from the pleasure I’d just experienced.
I picked up the phone. “You still with us, Mom?”
“That was beautiful,” she said. “You three are having so much fun.”
“I wish you were here,” I said, crossing the room, leaving my daughter and her son to their dwindling passion. It was getting late.
I was feeling it. My body didn’t like late nights any longer.
“I wish I was, too,” Mom said. “Now you should get some sleep.”
I laughed. “That’s what I was going to say to you.”
“I’m still your mother.” She gave me a happy smile. It broke into a yawn. “Mmm, I think I’m going to sleep, too. I know I’ll have naughty dreams.”
“Night, Mom,” I said, smiling at her wan face. She looked so old now. The last few months… “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” she said, her voice sleepy. Then the screen went black.
I closed the door to the master bedroom. It wasn’t my room any longer now. I was surrendering it to my daughter and grandson. I padded down the hallway to my new room. It was a guest bedroom. I wanted Harry and Vanessa to be able to have their own place. I knew I would join them for fun, or Vanessa would come to my bed.
When Mom recovered, she would sleep in here with me.
I slipped into it, stripped off my dildo, and fell onto my bed. The sheets felt cold. I rolled over onto my side and stared at the picture of my wedding day. Eighteen and pregnant, clinging to Daddy. Mom was on the other side, so young and beautiful. Only thirty-seven. A woman in her prime.
I drifted off to sleep and fell into dreams of the past while the future was being created down the hall.
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Vanessa Young – September 2056
Dr. Wilson had a sad smile on her face, an echo of grief that I felt as she moved the ultrasound around my belly. She was my mother’s best friend. Heaven Wilson had been a great help to mom the last few days. I had hoped Grandma lived long enough to see the ultrasound of her second great-grandchild. The continuation of our family tradition.
Despite the grief of losing Grandmother, hope surged through me as I stared at the image of my child. The image looked so lifelike. My baby twitched as she lay on her side, her eyes closed. I could see my baby’s tiny fingers balled up into a little fist.
“Wow,” Harry said as he looked at our child. He leaned over, staring at the screen.
“I know,” Dr. Wilson said. She pushed up her small reading glasses, her hair gray. “I had the same reaction when I saw my twins. My brother was so thrilled. He had this look of pride on his face.”
Heaven had inherited the practice from her father who got it from her grandmother. They’d been our family’s gynecologists, understanding about incest when it was stigmatized. That was such a weird thing to think about. The past was so bigoted.