A Strange Family Ch. 01 - Incest/Taboo
Teased by his mom and sis, he can't resist an open pussy.
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Peter woke up in what used to be his bed in his parent's house. He had moved away last year for college, but was still grateful that they had kept his room pretty much the same as it had been before. As he stretched, feeling the warm sun in his face, he grinned, having slept a very long time.
A few minutes later he walked out of his room wearing a swimsuit. Peter enjoyed his parent's pool almost as much as he enjoyed seeing them. Every week-end he could come back, he swam as often as he could. This morning he even wanted to swim before breaking his fast. He ended up doing just that, but not in the way he envisioned it.
He smiled as he heard his mother and sister's voice coming from outside, already in the pool. As he turned the corner, he saw his dad sitting on the deck, reading his paper. "Well," he thought. "Looks like I'm not going to be able to do my regular series of lengths this morning..." But soon he realized that this would be the least of his concerns. After seeing that his older sister, Paige, was wearing her blue bikini, which was always a treat as it highlighted her still enlarged breasts, his heart stopped when he saw his mother, Reagan.
One look at Reagan told you all you needed to know to explain Paige's breasts. Even though his mother was 20 years older than his sister, they had, pretty much, identical breasts. He knew, after having overheard Paige talking about it with her best friend, that his sister was jealous of her mother's breasts. Then again, her friend told her that she knew she'd be able to enjoy them for a very long time instead of seeing them stretch and deflate with the years.
And Reagan's breasts looked anything but deflated and stretched. Especially this morning. Peter had stopped walking when he saw her through the patio door. He was pretty much used to seeing his mother in her one piece swimsuit, although her bikini still had quite an effect on him. This morning she was wearing neither of them.
As he stood motionless, he couldn't figure out why his mother was wearing a white t-shirt with nothing underneath. Drenched by the water. Essentially a wet t-shirt. Even from this distance he could see details he had only fantasized about her breasts: the way they stood and swelled when free from support, the shape of their lower curves and how far they stood out when freed, the exact size and shape of her aureolas, the thickness of her nipples, the height at which they rose when cold hardened...
All this from a few seconds and from afar. And he was supposed to go out and get closer? Much closer? Christ! He felt the first stirrings of an erection and knew that he had to control it. A quick glance at his sister's breasts, just as big and even more lively because they were younger, and Peter's instinct was to go back to his room. Or better yet, to remain here for a long while and enjoy the view. Even masturbate hidden in the kitchen as he stared at this glorious scene.
But he shook his head. "Fuck that," he thought. "I'm not a pervert! And I can handle this now." It was true that his girlfriend had a voracious sexual appetite and that just this last week they had fucked eight times. And so he strode out of the kitchen, realizing that it would be his mother's responsibility to explain her appearance.
As soon as she saw him, Reagan covered her breasts and laughed. "Oh gods! This is too much now... I gotta get out of here."
"No mom!" said Paige, laughing with her. "Peter's a big boy, he can handle this. Right dad? You don't mind?"
"Leave me out of this!" he replied gruffly, but Peter could see that his dad was smiling.
After a short silence, Reagan asked her son "So, Peter, what do you say? Do you mind seeing your mother's old breasts like this?"
Peter swallowed hard and avoided the question. "Why... Why are you dressed like this?"
"Oh..." his mother sighed, shaking her head. "I forgot my regular swimsuit at aunt Jenna's place and I spilled a drop of raspberry jam over my bikini top this morning."
"And I suggested that we could do a wet t-shirt contest this morning!" said Page, giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Ok, that does it!" their mom replied. "I'm getting out!"
But Paige stopped her by grabbing her arm. "Come on mom... Peter doesn't mind. Don't you, Peter?"
"Er, no... It's alright." he mumbled nervously.
"You really don't mind seeing my old breasts?" Reagan asked.
"Stop it mom!" Paige said. "Now you look like you're fishing for compliments!"
"Paige!" Reagan cried, but she was laughing.
Peter looked at his father, Michael, and they both shook their heads as they shared a look. With an exaggerated sigh, Peter dove into the pool and swam to the other end. While he knew that such borderline banter wasn't typical for most families, Peter had grown used to it. His was a strange family.
Maybe it was because his father had always been such a overt breast man that often complimented his wife's breasts. And then Paige had grown a pair of near identical breasts, which could have been awkward. But instead, Reagan had playfully teased him about it. At first when they were alone, one time in Peter's hearing and finally, one drunken evening, while Paige had been there.
Many 18 year old girls would have been horrified by the comment, but Paige had been so proud about her breasts that she merely smiled and blushed. While Michael had never directly complimented his daughter's breasts, everybody knew that the mom and daughter duo had stunning breasts... and that Michael was their number one fan.
Nevertheless, this wet t-shirt episode was something new. For the next half an hour, Peter managed the delicate balancing act between his desire to ogle his mom's breasts and not getting caught doing it. Nobody seemed to notice his darting eyes nor his growing erection.
At first, his mom did her best to smooth out the shirt and she kept pulling it away from her breasts to let the trapped air hide them. When she did that, it was almost decent. But after a while she seemed to forget about it and things became excruciatingly erotic.
Peter could see absolutely everything. This close, he could even see the white ring of air around her nipples because the t-shirt couldn't hug the sharp angle made by her protruding nipples. And so her aureolas looked like targets: the pale brown flesh of her nipples in the center, a thin white ring of t-shirt around them, a larger ring of the darker flesh of her aureolas surrounded, finally, by the pale white skin of her breasts.
The t-shirt also clung all the way to the underside of her breasts, not letting a single bubble of air masking the impossibly firm curves of those breasts. From time to time, her long brown hair clung to those curves, somehow highlighting the roundness of his mother's breasts. Even in the deep gap between her breasts the thin t-shirt was clinging to her skin. It was as close as he had ever gotten to seeing his mother's breasts completely nude.
When she eventually climbed out of the pool and Peter could help himself as he stared at her rounded ass, the white bikini bottoms clinging to her generous curves. As Reagan walked to her husband, Peter was still staring, but this time at the side of her left breast as it bounced freely with her every step.
His mother was turned away from him and his father hidden behind his newspaper, but Peter had forgotten about Paige. She had been silently floating around across the pool, but she suddenly appeared at his side. "Enjoying the view?"
"No!" he cried. He then looked away, more in surprise than shame.
"Oh what now," she whispered. "You're going to tell me that you haven't been looking at her?"
"Of course not!" he whispered, turning around to make sure that his mom wound't hear. "She's my mom!"
"So what?" Paige said. "She does have amazing breasts and everybody knows it!" Peter closed his eyes and sighed. "Tell me you're not hard right now." Paige added. "I know I would be if I were a dude!"
"You're crazy!" Peter cried.
"Just don't say that I never did anything for you!" Paige said before swimming away, a peculiar smile on her lips.
Flushed bright red, Peter slipped underwater so that nobody would notice it. He was a bit puzzled about his sister's last comment. Was she referring to the fact that she had encouraged their mother to swim like this? Peter didn't know. He would also remain in the pool for a while to hide the erection that Paige had predicted. Opening his eyes briefly underwater, he saw his sister's body and had an idea. An idea right out of his lust addled brain, but a good idea nonetheless. Peter grabbed a pair of goggles from the deck and dove back down.
For a minute or two he watched his sister's body from underwater. That blue bikini was wickedly sexy and she knew it. As he was wondering why large breasts looked and moved so differently when they were underwater, he saw Paige swimming directly towards him. When he emerged from underwater, she whispered "Looking at my body now?" She was grinning and continued before Peter could make a coherent reply. "Is your girlfriend giving you blue balls, dear brother?"
"No! In fact, we had sex eight times this week!" he said defiantly.
Paige's eyes opened wide. "Damn! Now I'm jealous. I haven't had that kind of action since Elise was born!" As Paige looked away, Peter glanced at his sister's breasts, still filled with milk as they were. Even before her pregnancy, his sister's breasts had been amazing, but now... "Nevertheless... I did catch you staring at mom's breasts, and now mine!" she added with a wicked smile.
Peter shook his head. When Paige had begun to talk about her breasts more and more as they grew throughout her pregnancy, he had been pleased. But now her openness was making him uncomfortable. "Before you try to deny it..." she said as she brushed the back of her hand against his very hard cock once again. "Know that I have proof!"
And with that she dove away laughing. Peter let himself fall underwater again. "The important thing," he thought, "was that mom didn't see me." He was pretty sure that Paige wouldn't say anything, so he relaxed. And looked at her body again. She had lost most of her pregnancy weight except for those extra pounds in her breasts. This time Peter decided to be bolder and swam right up to her with his goggles. After a few minutes of explicit ogling, he got up, made sure his parent's weren't on the patio anymore and whispered "You have an amazing body big sister... And you're amazingly beautiful too."
"Why thank you," she replied, clearly surprised. "Just for that, I'll tell you that I really don't mind when you watch me as I breastfeed Elise. Especially now that I know what effect I have on you!"
As she finished she brushed his cock again. "Now, I better get out of the pool otherwise you'll never be able to leave!" she was laughing as she climbed out of the pool, making her ass sway excessively as she did. She winked at him before disappearing inside. Shaking his head, Peter tried to focus, to bring his head down back to earth. First his mother's amazing show and now his sister's clearly sex-starved behavior. At this point in the week-end, Peter had no idea that things were going to get a lot more crazy for the entire family.
Even when his mom shocked him ten minutes later, Peter didn't think that a sexual storm was brewing. As he walked back inside and found his mother alone in the dining room, wearing nothing but a towel, he smiled at her. After a quick glance around them, she said "You know you can stop hiding the fact that you're just as much a breast man as your father... Do you really think that Paige and I don't see you looking at us?"
"But I don't... I'm not..." Peter began.
"Don't worry sweetie," she said before kissing his forehead. "Neither of us mind."
Peter was left standing next to the kitchen counter as he watched his mom walk to her room. "Yeah. A strange family!" he thought as he took a deep breath and went to change himself. The rest of the day went by uneventfully although Peter tried to test the limits of his eyes' new found freedom. Once or twice he kept his eyes onto his mother's deep cleavage for a second longer than he previously would have. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his mother's soft smile as she caught him. This was crazy! Peter masturbated furiously before falling asleep that night, imagining fucking his mother every damn which way possible!
Peter woke up slowly the next morning, a nice sunny Sunday morning. His dream of making love with his mother blurred into his consciousness and he opened his eyes quickly, hoping that it was more than a dream. Alas, he was alone in his room. Alone with his raging erection! His eyes still closed, he released his hard cock from his boxers and moaned at the soft pleasure. He was tempted to masturbate again, but decided to keep this sexual energy in store.
He grabbed his iPhone and managed to squint until he read the time: it was eleven! He took a few deep breaths and listened to see if anyone was up and about. Nothing. His family must all be out enjoying the sun. He got up, wearing nothing but his boxers and made his way out of his room.
It was a bit risky, with his erection jutting out of his boxers, but he was pretty sure that he was alone. On a whim, he decided to turn left in the hallway instead. The kitchen was across the house on the right, but his parent's room was on the left. Making sure nobody was in their room, Peter went to his mom's lingerie drawer. Peter had many sweet memories of these little lingerie explorations over the years. It had been a long time since the last time he had done so.
Most of his mom's bras were regular beige or black things, but deep in the drawer, he found a few that stood out. One of them caught his attention. It was a bright white bra with mostly transparent fabric. Looking at the tag, he learned that it was a Paripari bra, model Abby. But it was the size that brought a smile to his lips: 34E. Still as big as they had been the last time he had checked.
Both huge cups were split in two by a solid white rib, and the two transparent parts were embroidered with fine roses. Grinning, realizing that he could easily see his fingers through the fabric, Peter imagined seeing his mother wearing that. His cock surged again. Between the cups was a vertical oval hole with a small bow at the top. On either sides of the cups, before the side straps began, there was another rectangle of lace, through which skin would show. The final touch was frilly lace on the top of the cups, some of which would be visible with a low cut top. Damn sexy bra!
Peter placed the bra across his cock while he searched for other sexy lingerie. He found a red bra, and quite a few thongs, but nothing that was as sexy as that Paripari bra. He wrapped one of the cups around his cock and glans, leaving a trail of precum inside it. Replacing the bra precisely where it had been, Peter shook his head and sighed. As much as he wanted to, he was not going to fuck his mother!
He laughed as he silently closed the drawer and left his parent's room. He walked to the kitchen, with his cock still poking out of his boxers. He was proud of his cock, and was still aroused every time he remembered his many girlfriend's groans as their pussies stretched to accommodate his size and girth. A few had even moaned in pain when he first penetrated them. Gods how he secretly liked that!
Peter was grinning like a fool, his turgid cock swaying left to right, when he heard a feminine voice whispering from the kitchen. He immediately stopped, listened for a moment and edged closer to the kitchen. It was his mother and she seemed to be whispering to herself. Peter was shocked when he heard the first complete sentence "That's it, look at her you old pervert! Look at her breasts in that tiny bikini of hers... Look at your daughter, flaunting her huge delicious breasts like this..." Peter's jaw dropped when he realized that she was talking about his father and about Paige, his daughter. "Filled with milk as they are, they're on the verge of ripping through that tiny bikini, you little tease!"
Was his mom jealous of Paige's breasts? Impossible! She seemed so proud that her daughter had developed great breasts! Peter kept listening and suddenly realized that his mother's voice didn't sound angry. "What would you do if she removed her top right now, my dear?" She was still whispering and Peter figured out that his mom was probably looking at them on the patio through the kitchen's window. Reagan added "Would you fuck her? Think she would let you? I already told you what I think... I think the little minx would let you fuck her silly!" And then Peter's mom giggled!
Peter could barely believe it. His mom wasn't jealous or angry, she was enjoying this fantasy! He was smiling, a small part of him finding the whole thing funny but a bigger part of him becoming even more aroused. When he heard her gasp and then moan, Peter's eyes widened again as he realized that she was masturbating while watching them! Christ!
He very carefully peeked into the kitchen and was floored by what he saw. His mother was in fact staring at Paige and her husband through the window. She was standing on tiptoes, her loose tank top pulled up around her waist. Peter could see her lovely naked ass and even though he couldn't see her right hand, it was clearly buried between her thighs. His mom was bent forward slightly, unconsciously offering her ass in the best of angles.
Peter, as well as his father, was a huge fan of her breasts. But that didn't mean that he didn't like her ass as well! Peter's already hard cock surged at the sight and his mind reeled as he kept listening to his mother's words. "Yes... there you go my love. You looked at her breasts again, pervert!" she said between two panting breaths, giggling like a young girl. "You know that if you barely touched them, they would leak milk... Christ's this is good!" she gasped. "Do you still have that milk fetish? Like when I was pregnant? I bet you do! Would you drink her milk from her breasts? Of course you would... I'm sure you even drank some of the milk she gave us for her daughter when we kept her for the night last month..." she giggled again. "Paige would let you suck her breasts... I'm sure of it! And I'd help you, lifting her heavy breast into your mouth... Shit this is insane!" she whispered, breathing very fast now.
"It sure is!" Peter thought as he was now masturbating behind his mother. He was standing in the kitchen, not hidden behind the wall anymore. If she turned around he would be caught. He was only 6 feet away from her. But his mom was 100% focused on the scene in front of her and engrossed in her fantasies. Peter could even hear the squishy sounds of her fingers plowing into her drenched pussy! He didn't know if he should clear his throat, walk over and caress her ass, touch her breasts, kiss her neck... Would she freak out? Of course she would...
But then again, she was fantasizing about her husband drinking his daughter's breastmilk and fucking her! Peter's fist was tightly wrapped around his big shaft and he knew his conscious mind was being overwhelmed by lust. Could he actually fuck his mother? He should walk back to his room and masturbate alone... That would be the sane thing to do.
At this moment his mom bent forward even more, her ass standing out even more. Her head very close to the window, maybe ten feet away from Michael and Paige outside. With the sun in their faces, they probably couldn't see inside very well. Peter's mom resumed whispering her fantasy "I can imagine you, dear husband, sitting naked on the couch with your huge cock up and her sitting upon it... You'd fuck her and drink her milk at the same time..." she gasped again, and Peter knew that her climax was impending.
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But she wasn't done with her fantasy. "Or, dear husband, would you rather I suck her milk myself? Would you like to see me sucking on our little Paige's breasts, drinking her milk before keeping some in my mouth? And then I could kneel in front of your cock and suck you with her milk still in my mouth? Damn... Do you sometimes imagine your wife fucking her own son? Like I do when I'm awake in the middle of the night? Fuck! I'm cumming!" Peter's mom added, her voice ragged.
Peter's mind was whirling. His mother was fantasizing about fucking him? Shit! When her climax hit, she bent forward and Peter couldn't miss the fact that her pussy was now peeking out from between her asscheeks. Just like he couldn't miss the fact that her fingers were pumping in and out of those large glistening lips. Shit! Even her inner thighs were drenched with her juices! When his mom collapsed entirely on the countertop, pulling her legs up until her toes barely touched the ground and pushing her ass outwards even more, Peter knew he couldn't resist anymore.
While he knew that there wasn't any normal way to fuck your own mother, Peter was also aware that just jumping her from behind was about the stupidest way to do it. Somehow in his fantasies he had imagined some accidental nudity, some semi-accidental rubbing, letting her catch him masturbating... Anything but a simple ramming of his cock inside her by surprise. Then again... She was masturbating on the kitchen counter, fantasizing about fucking him! If he didn't do it now, he might never have another chance.
And Peter moved. No decision had been made, just a raw, irresistible urge to fuck his mom's pussy. This was going to be the greatest moment of his life, and he would know, two seconds afterwards, if all hell would break loose because of it.
Silently walking towards her he let a big drop of saliva fall on his cock. His heart pounding, barely believing what he was about to do, he squatted slightly behind her and placed his cock right next to her pussy. He hoped his mom wouldn't scream in shock. He also knew he had a thick cock and hoped that his mom wouldn't scream because of that as well. But honestly he was past caring. When his mom's entire body convulsed in pleasure again, he risked it all.
He pushed in quickly, expecting resistance, but found none. Instead, he found himself sheathed all the way into his mom's pussy. Her pussy was drenched and burning hot, and a storm of feelings and sensations assaulted him like no other pussy in the past: triumph, glory, burning warmth, awe, surprising constriction, shock, overwhelming lust and most of all, forbidden pleasure.
He could hear the wet sound of his cock pushing completely in, squeezing juices and the bubbles of air her fingers had created. He felt his upper thighs squashing her curvy ass until he couldn't go any deeper. Looking at his mom's face, pressed sideways against the countertop, he saw that her eyes were wide opened and staring right back at him.
In them, he could see both utter pleasure and utter shock. Her mouth was wide opened in a silent scream, but she hadn't released her breath form her last spasm. Without waiting for a confirmation, Peter began ploughing into her very hard. His mom released a quick breath before gasping in another one. She was staring into her son's eyes as he fucked her hard. Very hard. He had both hands on her hips and was giving her almost all he had. "This is crazy!" she whispered as her entire body shook, pummelled as it was against the counter.
His mom's mouth was still opened in shock, but her climax was still stretching and stretching. Peter couldn't believe how long his mom was climaxing. About two minutes later, still in the same position, he could see her entire face turning bright red from the intense fucking and even more intense orgasm ravaging her. Her entire body was now radiating heat and was drenched with sweat as it spasmed under all that pleasure.
Later she would tell him that she had been consumed by a relentless firestorm of multiple climaxes. That exchange would be an important moment in Peter's sexual life. He would learn that most women could learn to climax like this. He would also learn that pornography showed was but a shadow of what could really happen when a woman was confident in her sexuality.
That was for later. Right now though, Peter was reeling from his own impossible pleasure and the equally intense pleasure his mom was experiencing. Her eyes were locked on his, disbelief and taboo pleasure holding her in thrall. His own eyes moved from her face to his cock and he marvelled at his speed and power, and at the fact that his mother had never once placed her hand on his hip to slow him down. His girlfriends sometimes did that, but Peter felt like he could plough into his mom as hard as he wished.
And so he did. When he let himself loose and abandoned himself to raw lust, he felt his mother pushing back against him. Pushing back! In the back of his mind he noticed that he could hear the entire countertop drumming with his every thrust. That sound lessened when his mother began pushing back. Shit! Even in the throes of an unending climax, despite her certain shock, his mother could think about the noise they were making! What a goddess!
Peter shifted his grip lower on her hips and began pulling her slightly upwards as well as backwards against him. Her feet weren't even touching the ground anymore. Looking at the reflection in the fridge's glass door next to him, he could see his mother's breasts swinging wildly beneath her. Fuck they're big! The sweat-drenched tank top was plastered on her skin, and he could clearly see their shape in the reflection. He reached down with one hand and grasped one of them, his eyes closing under the pleasure. Damn they were big! None of his girlfriends had had breasts nearly as amazing as his mother's! After a few seconds, Peter pulled his hand back to her hip and resumed fucking her harder.
As her body shook, her loose bun unwound and with each pummel, his mom's hair tumbled lower and lower. He had always loved his mom's hair and seeing it unravel this way only added to his already crazy amount of pleasure. He could now hear the loud, slapping sound of his body on her ass and he was overwhelmed.
As his climax exploded, he threw his head backwards and opened his mouth in a silent scream. He blessed all the practice he'd had climaxing in silence in the past. He felt his cum flowing into his mother's womb and was heady with too much taboo pleasure. He was still pounding into her, but his rhythm was breaking up and all his muscles were now protesting such a rough treatment.
Yet he kept fucking her, overwhelmed by the forbidden pleasure. He could feel and hear his cum being sloshed around by his every penetration. He was racked by powerful spasms as he imagined his sperm swimming in a profoundly forbidden pussy. His thick cock was pushing his incestuous sperm to the very bottom of the most prohibited pussy in the entire world.
Eventually, he pulled out of her and fell to his knees on the kitchen floor. Reagan turned around and looked down at him. She was drenched in sweat, breathing hard, her face bright red and her wet hair all tangled up. He could see the faint, nicely trimmed fuzz of hair above her pussy as well as her breasts through the damp, thin fabric. Peter thought that she looked like the sexiest woman alive. "You fucked me!" she whispered, shock and disbelief clear in her eyes even though her sweat, her red face and the incestuous cum dripping out from her pussy were more than enough proof.
But his mom wasn't angry or sad; her smile was brighter than ever! She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it above her head. As it fell to the floor, Peter finally saw his mother's breasts completely nude and gasped. They bounced back from being pulled up by the tank top, and looked perfect. They were just as magnificent as he had imagined them despite her age.
His mom, clearly unperturbed by her son's gawking, smiled at him and let him enjoy the view for a minute. Michael or Paige could walk in, at any time, but neither cared. After a while, she reached her hand towards him and said "Come, my lovely son, we need a shower and I need that cock of yours in my mouth."
Peter was beyond shock at that point but two minutes later in the shower he was having trouble believing what he was seeing. His mother had just cleaned his cum from her pussy and was now kneeling in front of him, holding his cock in her hand with an expression of raw lust on her face. When she looked up at him, the tip of his cock an inch away from her wet lips, Peter feared that he would faint. "Are you ready for this, my son?" He could only nod.
Twenty minutes ago, he had taken his mother's pussy, filling it with an enormous amount of cum. And now, finally, after fantasizing about it for so damned long, he was about to get a blowjob from his sweet mother. Looking down, he saw her opening her mouth to let her tongue snake out and touch his glans. He shivered despite the warm water flowing over them both. He was hard, but having just had one of the most intense climaxes of his young life, Peter's cock wasn't as hard as it could be. Squeezing her fist around his shaft, his mom seemed to know that and she was taking her time.
Lifting his cock until it was pressed against his belly, his mom pressed her tongue at the base of his shaft, right against the top of his balls. She then licked her way all the way up before kissing his tip. She turned her head sideways and did the same thing again, but this time on the right side of his cock. Then she did the left side, always finishing with a kiss.
As she looked up at him with a grin, Peter thought that she was the sexiest woman alive. She then planted a long series of very light kisses all over his glans, pulling his cock this way and that to reach every last spot. When her tongue came out to lick all around his glans again, Peter gasped. Looking up again, his mom said "Christ! You taste really good Peter..."
"And do you taste good, mom?" he growled, already imagining himself eating her pussy.
"Oh dear..." she whispered, still teasing his tip with her tongue. "You have no idea!"
Peter laughed, stunned at her confidence. He had, he realized now, never been with a sexually mature and confident woman before. "Before we get out of here, I wanna taste your pussy mom." he said.
"With pleasure my love... Now, shut up and let me suck your cock!"
After that, she placed her closed and pursed lips right at the tip of his cock and opened them very slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. Peter wanted to grab her head and pull her down all the way until she gagged on his size. Somehow he managed to resist and shook all over as he felt his cock penetrating ever deeper into his mother's mouth. She was going so damned slowly! Then again, by the time he felt her lips closing below his crown, Peter had to reach for the top of the shower's door to get a grip.
And then her tongue began dancing on his captured glans. Oh my gods... His cock had never felt this good while inside a woman's mouth. He felt a surge of pleasure as his mom picked up speed and intensity, and groaned in frustration when she suddenly stopped and pulled away. But just as he looked down at her in shock and despair, she grinned wolfishly and took him deep into her mouth. Peter threw his head back under this torrent of sensations and laughed as he realized that his mom was teasing him, manipulating him like a child.
His mom's blowjob was an onslaught: she was licking his shaft and his glans, sucking his balls one after the other, sucking on his tip, taking him deep, pushing him up against the back of her mouth, humming as she lodged him deep against it, fucking his cock hard from her lips to that wonderful depth, pumping his lower shaft while working her magic on his glans once more, taking him as deep as she could while pressing hard on that sensitive spot of skin just below his balls...
Peter was devoured by his mother's blowjob masterclass. He looked down as she was expertly sucking his big cock, having no issues whatsoever with his size. His girlfriends, while very enthusiastic cocksuckers, had had to learn to deal with his size at first. Reagan had already mastered the art. He suddenly realized that his dad must be just as well endowed as he was. "What a family we are!" he thought. "Four big breasts and two big cocks!" Peter laughed a crazy laughed at the thought.
"Laughing?" his mom said, briefly pausing.
"Four huge breasts, two huge cocks and sexual appetites to match!" he said. "Why the fuck did we wait so long before doing this?"
"I don't know..." his mom replied. "All I know is that I still want your cock in my mouth, son."
Surprising her, Peter grabbed her below her shoulders and pulled her up. He kissed her with overwhelming passion, tasting her mouth for the first time with hints of his own cock. He didn't mind his own taste but was overwhelmed by her own. When their tongues met and danced, Peter couldn't help swallowing some of her saliva and he groaned. So damned familiar yet completely new, but especially intoxicating. He was tasting his mother's saliva as their tongues battled between their mouths. Peter licked her lips, making a wet lap around them before sucking her tongue into his mouth. Both of them were gasping and moaning.
After this mad mother-son kiss, Peter turned her around and pressed her against the shower wall. "Oh, you'll have my cock again mom, very soon. Don't worry. But after tasting your mouth, now I wanna taste your pussy." Before she could reply, before she could possibly say "no" to a cunnilingus in this position, Peter knelt behind her and buried his face between his mother's curvy buttocks.
He had tasted his girlfriends in this exact position a few times, but neither had had fleshy, powerful buttocks like their mother. He felt smothered by her generous ass and groaned as his tongue finally touched her pussy for the first time. Oh wow! His mom tasted great! She tasted great every-damn-where! Lapping like a thirsty dog, Peter drove his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, feeling her buttocks on his cheeks.
Some time later he was forced to pull back to breathe, having forgotten to do so in his excitement. Focusing on the wonderful task of eating his own mom's pussy, he shook his head quickly from side to side and heard his mother's teetering laughter as he did. She was also gasping with pleasure, loving every second of it all! Peter would learn later that his dad wasn't a huge fan of this particular position, so his spontaneous decision to eat her pussy from behind was actually a great choice.
His mom's shaking body brought him back to the present and he felt her pussy becoming hotter and wetter as she climaxed against his face. He felt her pushing back towards him and he pushed right back against her, burying his face deeper yet. She eventually moaned and gasped, pulling away from him. Still breathing hard, she said "I wanna taste your cum now!". With that she knelt in front of him and wrapped her lips around his shaft again.
When he could, Peter reached down and fondled his mom's breasts, which only added to his intense pleasure. He came a minute later, a second time in less than half an hour. He shot his load deep into his mother's mouth, his eyes wide at the sight. The pleasure was so intense that it was physically painful. As his orgasm peaked, he had to reach for the shower head to stop himself from falling to the ground.
They were both laughing, breathing hard and hugging each other after this second climax. Right into his ear, between teasing caresses with her tongue, his mom said "You know this is just our first time... I've been dreaming of this moment for so long... We've got many years of this ahead of us dear son." Peter's cock twitched at her words and they laughed again.
P.S. I'm looking for a new editor. Only for grammar/spelling, not story edition. If you're interested, send me an email.
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A Strange Family Ch. 02 - Incest/Taboo
What about the other two family members?
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Paige arrived at her parent's house very early on a Saturday morning. She had nothing planned for the week-end except trying to escape from the forecasted heat. She had never liked heat-waves, nor did her own daughter, Elise. So the two of them did the hour-long drive through the mountains until they reached the house Paige grew up in. Because of the heat, she couldn't stop thinking about the pool she had spent so much time in as a teenager.
In the bag on the front seat she could see her tiny blue bikini and Paige grinned. Her brother was already at the house and Paige knew he would be happy to see her in it. Just like their dad. Paige had discovered early on that they were a strange family. She knew perfectly well that both her father and brother found her very sexy. That didn't bother her at all. She wouldn't explicitly flaunt her body in front of them, nor would they ever explicitly compliment her breasts, but she knew that they loved them.
It was such a shame that Jorge didn't feel the same way. Elise's father, with whom she still lived but wasn't sure how long that relationship would last, didn't seem to see her as a woman anymore. Just as a mom. Paige's mother, Reagan, told her that it was a phase many men went through during and after pregnancy. And it might be true. Yet Paige was doubtful. She missed being fucked. And fucked hard!
Jorge and her had sex once in a while, but he never wanted to take her hard like they both used to like before she got pregnant. Paige bit her lower lip as she remembered one of her favorite sexual moment with Jorge. They were all alone in a cable car over the Rockies and Jorge had fucked her so hard the cable car had rocked all the way to the top. Paige had been forced to sit down for twenty minutes before she could walk normally, all the while buzzing with the aftershocks of her climax!
"Christ..." she thought. "That was three years ago!" Paige sighed. She knew that enjoying the not-so-subtle glances of her father and brother would make her feel better, but she would give anything to be fucked to near unconsciousness by Jorge. Or by anyone for that matter! Shit!
If Jorge promised to properly fuck her brains out, she'd even be ready to agree to that threesome with her friend Melissa. For a long while Jorge had given her subtle hints that he'd like to have that threesome, but they had never actually talked about it. Now, her pussy tingled at the thought and Paige realized that she was in a state of such lust and need that she really would be willing to invite Melissa to their bed! But only if Jorge agreed to pummel her hard enough before! "Shit! I need a release otherwise I'm going to do things even crazier than a threesome!" she thought.
Paige tried to think of something else, but before long her mind wandered back to sex. She smiled as she remembered her father's appreciative eyes as her breasts had developed, and then fully matured. They had grown to be just like her mother's, to everybody's delight! Paige's mom, Reagan, had legendary breasts and one of Paige's deepest wish throughout her teens had been to inherit her mother's breast genes. And she had.
Watching photos of her mom in her early twenties, it was obvious to see that she had gotten the same breasts. Other than that the two of them didn't look all that similar. Paige was taller, a bit rounder in the hips, with long blonde hair to her mother's darker, thicker mane. But as far as breasts were concerned, they were identical. Even down to the shape and color of her aureolas and nipples! The two women could and did share bras.
Michael, her father, was an inveterate breast-man who had spent his twenty odd years of marriage publicly complimenting his wife's perfect breasts. When Paige developed the same exact breasts, one didn't need to be a detective to figure out that her father loved her breasts as well. He couldn't not love them! And so she had become used to his glances to the point that she had begun to enjoy the attention.
When Paige became pregnant and those amazing breasts grew to even more stunning proportions, she had positively relished those long glances. Reagan had even teased Michael about it after catching him ogling them. At dinner, one evening when they were just the four of them, Reagan had said "Dear, could you pass me a breast please?" Michael had startled at that comment and had flushed bright red. He had, in fact, been staring at her deep cleavage. But the entire family had simply laughed about the joke. Yeah. A strange family.
As she neared the house, she suddenly remembered a funny incident. It was the first and only time her father had seen her breasts naked. One morning, very early with the sun barely peaking out, Paige had been topless in the bathroom, fumbling half asleep with the breast pumps. Her big breasts produced a lot of milk and she sometimes had to pump them.
Half asleep himself, her dad walked in the bathroom with his eyes mostly closed. He opened them wide as he saw his daughter's stunning breasts. His jaw dropped and he stared for a couple of seconds. Soon though his sleepy brain rang some alarm. He looked away and walked out of the bathroom mumbling some apology.
Seeing the appreciation in his eyes had dispelled her frustration with the pumps and fifteen minutes later Paige came out of the bathroom and walked to where her father was sitting. She only had her panties and loose tank top on, but she leaned close to his ear and whispered "Don't worry about it... I really, really don't mind." She finished by kissing his forehead, fully aware that he had been able to look down her tank top as she spoke.
She had left home early that Saturday morning and wanted to spend as much time as she could with her family. Once she finally reached the house, she joined her parents for a late breakfast. Afterwards, because she had happily babbled all the way, her daughter Elise was now sleepy and Paige put her in her crib.
As she waked back to the kitchen, she heard her mother swearing. Puzzled, Paige saw that she had dropped a drop of raspberry jam on her white bikini top. Michael playfully tried to remove it, taking the opportunity to caress his wife's breasts, but Reagan disappeared in the basement to clean it off. Two minutes later she came back up topless, making sure that Peter was still sleeping, and walked proudly through the kitchen. "Paige," she asked her daughter. "Do you have an extra swimsuit?"
"No."
"Crap... I left my regular t-shirt at my sister's place and now I can't use the bikini..."
"You can remain like this, my dear." Michael said with a half-smile on his lips.
"Yeah. I'm not sure Peter would like that though." Paige's mother replied.
"I'm sure he would, actually!" Paige and her father said at the same time.
Laughing, and probably agreeing, Reagan nevertheless went to her room to find something else. She came back a few minutes later with a white t-shirt. "Yeah... Right!" Paige said.
"What?" Reagan said, looking innocent. "I'll be covered, no?"
Paige shook her head and headed to her own room to change. In the pool, as she had foreseen, her mother's wet t-shirt became mostly transparent and if Peter woke up in time, he'd be pleasantly surprised. Very pleasantly. As she relaxed in the warm water, Paige was extremely pleased to see that her mother's breasts were still remarkably firm. Pleased because she was just bi-curious enough to find them exciting, but mostly because she hoped that her own breasts would remain so firm for so long.
When Peter came out, Paige had to restrain herself. Seeing Peter trying not to look at their mother's displayed breasts yet looking at them all the time was a comical spectacle. As much as she knew her blue bikini was a eye-catcher, Paige's mom was now stealing the show. After she left the pool, Paige decided to tease her little brother. She was even bold enough to graze his erect cock. As if she didn't already know that it would be rock hard!
And then later when he pointedly looked at her underwater, she pushed things even further. Nevertheless, even in her playful mood, Paige was stunned when he complimented her beauty. "Amazingly beautiful." He had said. It had been a fucking long time since Jorge had said anything remotely similar to that. And even though it was her own brother complimenting her like this, it had shaken her. Shaken her all the way between her legs. "What would he do if I came to his room tonight and simply mounted him?" Paige wondered.
After teasing him one last time, she walked out of the pool, glad to be a girl and that nobody could know that her pussy was fully lubricated. Her plan was simple: go to her room and masturbate until she flushed some of that lust out of her system. In the end that's exactly what she did, but there was one last incident that would add to her sexual bewilderment.
Her dad was still reading his paper next to the door and she stopped next to his chair. She placed her hand on his shoulder and waited for him to finish his sentence. Maybe he thought she was Reagan, but as he kept reading, he placed his hand on her thigh. Had she indeed been his wife, this would have been a simple wait-a-second action.
But she wasn't his wife. She was his daughter. And she remained there unmoving as he caressed her upper thigh. She still remained there when his fingertips grazed her ass. She could have pulled away, she could have said something. But her mind was still influenced by the fact that she had touched her brother's hard cock twice. Instead of letting her father know that he was caressing his daughter's ass, she simply remained there.
And as it happened, her dad decided to read not only the rest of his sentence but the rest of his paragraph. When he looked up, he startled in surprise, confirming that he had though she was Reagan. He said "I'm sorry darling, I thought..." but in those two short seconds, he also realized that she hadn't moved away. And he froze.
The two of them stared at each other for a long moment, each of them fully aware that she had let him caress her ass. Before she could stop herself she stood straighter, pushed out her breasts and even bit her lower lip. It was an unmistakable signal. "Christ!" she cried in her mind. "I was not even that forward when I was clubbing to find guys!"
Her father glanced at her breasts before looking back into her eyes. And once again to her breasts, longer this time. And then she saw his cock shifting under his shorts. "Fuck!" she thought. "This is insane! What's wrong with me?" When her father squeezed her ass again, Paige became aware that he had never removed his hand. She nearly gasped aloud. Instead, she managed to simply stop breathing. Feeling his strong fingers massaging the side of her ass, Paige felt herself beginning to boil. Never before had her father done anything remotely like this!
Suddenly her father glanced at Peter and dropped his hand. Breaking what was now becoming a very long silence, he cleared his throat and said "Did you want to ask me something?"
"Fuck me with your big cock until I faint, daddy." This was not, of course, what she actually said. But the fact that this was what her mind came up with scared her. Instead of what her sex-starved body wanted to say, she said "Er... I don't remember. If it comes back, I'll let you know."
Paige just about ran to her room, locked the door behind her, slid out of her bikini and jumped face down on the bed, her hands between her legs. She had never fantasized about her father before. Her brother, yes, a few times. But never her father. Now though, there wasn't anything in the world that could prevent her from imagining him taking her as roughly as her body could endure. She climaxed mere minutes later, biting hard into her pillow. She stretched her climax as long as her writhing body could endure it.
Sweat covered, she then turned on her back and fought to bring her breathing under control. "I'm going crazy!" she thought. "And it's all Jorge's fault! If he hadn't deserted our bed and given me the thorough fucking I deserve, I wouldn't have imagined... imagined all those... those deliciously naughty things with... fuck! With my dad!"
The rest of the day was strange. Her father was all smiles and acting as if everything was normal. But he had caressed her naked thigh and had squeezed her ass quite a few times. Being in a strange family was one thing, but this... Fuck! To her surprise, soon after that very powerful climax, Paige found her pussy getting wet. Very wet. If she slipped and fell upon a hard cock, it would simply slip in painlessly. "Yeah right!" she thought. "As if this happened anywhere else than in erotic stories..."
She teased Peter a few more times during the day, having decided to wear nothing but her bikini all day long. She even dared to tease her father again. Now that she was back into her room, late in the evening, she couldn't help thinking about what she had seen in her father's eyes right before dinner. The fire... The intensity... The raw desire. She had never seen anything so intense in any of her lovers' eyes.
Paige masturbated again before falling asleep. Part of her hoped that her uncontrolled lust would have dissipated come the morning, yet another part craved more off this taboo intimacy with her father. Little did she know that fate would intervene.
About five hours later, deep into the night in Elise's room, Paige was half-sleeping on the huge recliner, right next to her sleeping daughter. She had just fed Elise for what she hoped was the last time that night and was dozing contently. She could have gone back to her bed, but the recliner was mightily comfortable.
While breastfeeding her daughter wasn't exactly sexual, it was certainly pleasurable. And, of course, it had left her in an aimless sexual mindset. Sadly, Elise hadn't drunk all that much milk before falling asleep and Paige knew she would have to pump her breasts before going back to bed or risk waking up drenched in milk.
Her mind wandered to what Peter had said to her earlier today, and about what her dad and her shared. With a grin, she lazily caressed her pussy through her panties and whispered "Oh yes daddy, fuck me daddy!", laughing and gasping with pleasure at the same time, Paige bit her lower lip.
Elise was hard asleep next to her and Paige slowly brought her other hand to her pussy. She was wearing nothing but her panties and a tank top, not having bothered with more in the middle of the night. She began to gently caress her pussy through the tight panties and smiled, letting her head rest on the chair. With her other hand, she caressed her breasts through the top and felt her nipples coming back alive.
For the third time in her life, Paige allowed herself to think of her father. She first remembered seeing his thick cock in his swim trunks this morning, his powerful chest, his hand on her thigh and fingers on her ass, the look in his eyes at dinner... And then her mind fleshed out a deliciously naughty "what-if" scenario. She could have allowed herself to climax quickly, but instead let her mind have its way. In her mind she fucked her dad in every single room of the house, in his favorite car, in his own bed while mom slept next to them, even in the bathroom while Peter was taking a shower!
About ten minutes into that mind blowing masturbation, as fate would have it, she heard the door open and was startled to see her dad walk in. For a brief moment Paige wondered if she was hallucinating. But she wasn't, and he was really there. She pulled her hands away from her pussy and sat straighter in the recliner. "Hmmm..." she said quickly. "I must have fallen asleep."
He was wearing nothing but his boxers. Even in the darkness, she could see him well enough, and was impressed once more with his physical presence. So big and strong! When she talked she realized that he hadn't even seen her yet in the darkness.He startled as well and apologized before backing away. "I didn't hear anything... I thought you were sleeping... I just came to check on Elise because I thought I heard her screaming. I'm sorry my sweet..." he mumbled.
"It's OK dad... you can come in," she replied quickly before she could stop herself. This was a very bad idea. Fantasies were one thing, but having him here, in the middle of the night, either of them barely dressed and with her in such a state of sexual euphoria... Shit! Instead of asking him to leave, she simply added, whispering "I've just finished breastfeeding her"
Her heart was pounding as hard as it ever had before. Paige had never even had time to wonder if her father would be interested in exploring anything sexual with her. She watched him enter the darkened room, specifically not looking at her. He looked nervous and Paige smiled. Her dad looked over at Elise and whispered "You're a lucky girl, aren't you? A very lucky girl and you don't even know it!" He laughed and it confirmed Paige's suspicion; her father was nervous.
And then she saw his erection. Well, not directly, but she saw his cock tenting his boxers. He probably thought she couldn't see it, but her eyes were adapted. As for him, he had probably seen her outlined breasts in the thin fabric of her nighttime tank top, as well as her poking nipples when he had opened the door. Maybe he had even caught her hands moving away from her pussy? In any case, he couldn't have missed her red panties with her legs opened as they had been. And now he was getting hard.
Paige decided to take a chance and said "Why do you say that, dad?"
"What?" he said, clearing his throat.
"Why do you say that she's lucky?"
"Oh, no reason..." he said.
After a few seconds of silence, Paige took a deep breath and asked "Is it because she can feed on my breasts whenever she wants?" And then she closed her eyes, thinking "This is it! I'm going crazy!"
Her father gasped before looking at her, clearly uncomfortable. He mumbled something incomprehensible and walked towards the door.
"Dad, stop," she said. Paige reached for the tiny nightlight next to her and turned it on. It wasn't much light, but it was more than enough to let her father see her clearly. She was reclined lazily in the big chair, her thighs parted. If he hadn't before, now he couldn't miss her bright red panties.
As for her top, Paige knew that its fabric had been pulled upwards as she had slipped lower. It meant that her tummy was fully exposed and that the top was pulled tight under her breasts, highlighting them even more. Because of her arousal, her nipples were hard and poked huge tents through the fabric. Her father's jaw dropped as he stared at her. Staring back with heavy lidded eyes, both from sleepiness and lust, she reached for the neckline of her top and pulled it downwards until she completely revealed her right breast.
Paige's eyes were still locked onto her father, but he was not looking into her eyes anymore. Instead, his eyes were glued to her breast. Once freed, her breast surged out of the tight top and fell over it. When she released the top, it pulled upwards on her breasts, making it look even bigger than it already was. Paige grabbed her breast with two hands and slowly pulled it upwards towards her mouth.
She guided her large pointed nipple right to her lips and kissed it softly. She grinned when her father moaned and licked his own lips. After that, the naughty daughter teased her nipple with her tongue, making it twirl all around the aureola. Squeezing her flesh slightly harder, she felt a large drop of milk emerging from her nipple, slide down her aureola and spill all the way down her lower breast until it vanished in the fabric of her top.
Looking up at her father and seeing him still entranced, Paige opened her mouth and locked her lips around most of her aureola and pulled hard. Father and daughter moaned at the same time. Once she had a decent amount of milk in her mouth, she released her nipple and let her breast fall back down heavily on her chest.
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Leaning her head back on the chair, she waited until her father looked up at her. When he did, Paige let that mouthful of milk leak indolently from her lips. It flowed over her chin, then quickly down her neck before slowing down to follow the curve of her full breast. Paige heard her father's gasp and saw his eyes grow big at the sight. Looking down, she gasped herself when she saw his cock poking out from one of the legs of his boxers. Shit it was big!
Her eyes fixed on the many visible inches of that fat cock, she repeated the process with her other breast. When she released that second squirt of milk on her breast, Paige saw her father's cock flexing, pulling the boxers upwards. Her heart skipped a beat; it was definitely bigger than what had previously been the biggest cock she had seen in her life.
After releasing her breast, she reached for her panties and pushed them down, accompanied by a few moans from her father. "Baby... please stop..." he whispered. Paige shook her head, knowing that if she stopped here, she would regret it for the rest of the life. Looking at her father's powerful upper body, she knew that if he agreed, he could fuck her like she wanted.
Once she was done with her panties, she placed two of her fingers inside her mouth. She then squeezed a few drops of her milk onto them. When she pushed those fingers inside her pussy her entire body arched upwards. When she opened her eyes after that first rush of pleasure, she could see her father standing right next to her between her legs. Looking up at him, fucking her pussy with her fingers, she drawled between two moans "What are you waiting for?" Her dad shook his head, then closed his eyes for a moment before kneeling down. He was startled when she stopped him, forcing him to remain standing.
Paige sat up and pulled her tank top off. After that, she pushed his boxers down and, even though she was expecting it, she was surprised by the size of his cock. She had deliberately placed her head very close to his cock, but gasped as she felt his erection bounce right up against her chin. When she looked at it and closed her fist around it, she confirmed that it was as long and thick as she had believed. Impossible!
Undeterred and more than a little excited at the prospect of fucking this monster cock, Paige took her time. Pulling that cock down and sitting straight up, she brought one of her breasts over it and squeezed hard. Her dad had one hand on the wall for balance and the other on her head and Paige felt him trembling.
As both of them were breathing hard, Paige slipped her squeezing hand all the way to her nipple and watched as a thick stream of milk landed on her dad's cock. His hand was still on her head, and could feel him shaking. She repeated the process a few times, coating his entire length with her milk, seeing rivulets flowing down on his balls before dripping down on the floor. She could see the giant cock twitching and surging as her father moaned.
After a while Paige released her breast, shifted lower on the floor and opened her mouth. Barely believing how far she actually was from his belly, she closed her eyes and took as much of him as she could. When she felt his cock hitting the back of her mouth, she wrapped her hand on what remained of his shaft and opened her eyes in wonder. There was still room on either side of her fist! When she pulled away to breathe she mumbled "Oh Gods!" before closing her mouth to suck on her father's cock again. Once, a while ago, she had seen a girl deepthroat her costar in a porn movie. For the first time she dearly wished she knew how to do that.
Pumping her father's cock with one hand and doing her best with her mouth, Paige was thrilled beyond words. His girth, his taste, the feeling of this forbidden cock in her mouth... She released him, squirted more milk on his cock before taking him back into her mouth. For a long time she treated her dad with this routine and she could feel him getting more and more excited. He hadn't touched her breasts yet, and she briefly wondered at that. Just after pulling away from his cock for the umpteenth time, she whispered: "Take my breasts..."
He didn't need to be told twice. Reaching down with his big hands, her father grabbed her two breasts rather forcefully. It was Paige's turn to gasp when he lowered himself and wrapped her breasts around his shaft. He was more than wet enough with her saliva to be able to push himself between her mammoth breasts. When Paige felt his glans rubbing against her lower neck, she also felt him squeezing her breasts. Hard. Very hard. At the same time, her nipples exploded in a deluge of milk, all of it hitting his lower belly, pubic hair and upper thighs.
In a flash she felt her father shifting stances. Gone was the hesitant man gawking at his nude daughter. Instead, she had now managed to unleash his lust. She would learn later that he had been tortured by that lust for years and now that he was free to follow it, he gave it all he had. Every time he pushed in to fuck her breasts he squeezed them, sending showers of milk all over him. His rhythm was increasing as he pounded her breasts. Paige head tilted up and down, fascinated by the huge cock between her breasts and the sight of her father staring down at her breasts encasing it.
"Fuck!" he cried at one point, immediately before releasing her breasts. "Why don't we go to your room?" Paige barely had time to nod before he reached down and grabbed her in his arms as if she was still a little girl. But she wasn't a little girl. One of her large, saliva and milk covered breasts was pressed against his chest, her pussy was dripping with her juices and she could feel his colossal cock pressed against her asscheeks.
They crossed the living room but as soon as they entered the kitchen, her father stopped, said "Fuck it, I can't wait!" and proceeded to twist her around in his arms. In a matter of seconds Paige's legs were wrapped around his waist and they were both fumbling to angle his cock against her pussy. She bit into his neck when he finally found her wet hole and pushed in. Bit hard! Fuck he was big! Her entire body went slack for a moment as she felt him push himself deeper and deeper. Her father was holding her tight though, and he used her weight to pull her down around his cock.
When she felt him hit her cervix, she threw her head back and only just managed not to cry and shout her pleasure. With this new angle to her body her father shifted his grip on her ass and began lifting her up and down upon his cock. She wasn't even helping him with her arms or legs. She just abandoned herself to his strong arms and the cock she had been fantasizing about all day long.
All she could do was ride that huge surge of pleasure. Looking down, her mouth opened in shock, she saw the two bright white fountains of milk spraying all over them. With her body arched backwards like this, her breasts danced all over the place under their weight and her father's intensity. And as if his strong hands had opened the floodgates, her nipples felt like milk geysers.
As he pumped in and out of her, she fell more and more into a daze of too much pleasure. She briefly wondered if this wasn't all a dream she was having back in the comfy chair. If that was the case, she wished never to waken. Instead, she wished for only one thing: that her father never stop taking her.
After a while she felt her body being moved again, as if she was falling. But she wasn't falling. Instead, her father was placing her in the piledriver position. Soon she felt the carpet against her nape and her legs were flipped over her. Her father's cock popped out of her pussy briefly, but before she could get her bearings she saw, right above her face, her father's thick cock angled downwards.
When his cock parted her pussy once more, Paige cried out. But when her father began pounding into her, her mouth opened as wide as it could in this position and her breath caught in her throat. She was being possessed. Her father wasn't making love to her, wasn't even fucking her. He was possessing her, taking her whole and doing whatever he wanted with her. Paige had never, ever felt this way during sex before. She had been with guys who liked to take control and had loved it, but this was something else.
She could barely breathe as he fucked her raw, driving his too long cock all the way in and then all the way out. She could feel his tip slipping out before parting her lips again for a full penetration. Soon, blown with too much pleasure and taboo and so fucking much overwhelming power, she felt her climax bursting. She was still ass over head, still had trouble breathing but the pleasure she was feeling was unique, a lone star in a sky already filled with bright stars.
Eventually she pushed back against him and took a deep breath, feeling a rush of blood and pleasure unlike anything she had thought possible before. All of a sudden her father pulled up until his cock slipped out. He grabbed her once again into his arms. Before she could react or suggest a position, she found herself facing the sliding patio doors. She felt her wet breasts sliding over the glass. She gasped when her father pushed his cock inside her again, then once more when he gathered her arms and pulled them behind her back. Hooking his own arms between her back and her arms, he locked her in his grip. His final touch? He used his feet to move her own feet away from the door.
And he fucked her hard again. In this position, more intricate once again than anything she had lived through before, Paige found herself arched and unable to move. But she wasn't about to complain. The small part of her mind that was still conscious realized that her parents probably had an incredible sex life. This wasn't a man working on pure instincts. Her father knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted with her.
Holding her two arms with one of his own, he used his free hand to slip between her breasts and the glass. Mauling her breasts once more, Paige's father began groaning into her ear. She felt herself being pushed upwards with every stroke. When she felt the stirrings of a second climax, right on the heels of the first one, she couldn't believe it. She let her head fall on her father's shoulder and opened her mouth. "I don't care who hears me... I just wanna scream my pleasure!"
"If you only knew how naughty your mother's erotic mind was!" was his reply, surprising and mysterious at the same time.
"I've been dreaming about your cock all day long dad!" she whispered
"I've been dreaming about your breasts and pussy for a long while, my sweet." he replied, his mouth on her ear.
"Oh daddy! Fuck me daddy! Fuck me hard!" she whispered right into his ear. "Fuck me daddy with your big cock!" she cried one more time before having her breath taking out of her by both her climax and her father pushing harder.
Paige climaxed again, the rush of pleasure taking her entirely by surprise. She let out a sharp shout before all the muscles in her body clenched at the same time. Her eyes were closed very hard, her mouth was opened in a now silent scream, and Paige was having the time of her life. She only realized after a few moments that her father was filling her pussy with his cum. She drew a harsh, long-delayed breath when he did, and felt another rush of pleasure at the thought.
Her father kept on cumming and as his jets of cum slowed down, so did his intensity. He gradually released Paige and the very intense position turned into a hug from behind. Eventually he pulled away, the wet noise of his large cock emptying her without that cock inside her, and vowed that it would come back. Often. Very often.
Daughter and father crashed on the couch, with Paige being careful and putting a kitchen towel beneath her to catch her father's cum. Staring at her father's semi-hard cock on his thigh, she said "It's so fucking big!"
Her father grinned "And it was all inside you, my sweet. Finally!"
Paige grinned as well, shaking her head in disbelief. She scooted right next to him and hugged him. "I love you daddy."
"Me too."
"And I want to fuck you again soon!" she added, giggling.
"Me too!" he quipped, laughing.
The following morning, at breakfast with the entire family, Paige still couldn't believe that she had fucked her own dad. It was an utterly different breakfast than what she was used to. She had no idea what was going to happen next, except that she wanted her father's cock inside her again.
P.S. As of right now, I have no plans or ideas for a third part. I was only interested in exploring the flip-side with dad and daughter. If you really want a sequel, let me know in the comments and I'll try to come up whit something interesting.
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