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Made Whole Again

Even before she entered the house, Jack could already hear her cries. It was yet another night she returned home drunk, wearing a stunning, body-hugging black dress to mourn, in that somewhat improper manner, her late husband.

Without removing her heels, she tumbled towards him and crashed into his arms, sobbing so hard he could almost feel her breathlessness. Like the other days she returned intoxicated, it was his duty to hear her pour her heart out, as she struggled with his boxers.

(As she cried) ‘Your dad.. the only thing he left was.. was you!’

Once she got through the easy-pee gap in his boxers, she made quick work of wrangling his penis out, barely giving him any time to react before straddling onto his lap.

Sitting face-to-face, he was completely mesmerised by her unrequited love, from someone who was no longer around. All that was left of her family, was just him, and she was fearless about using whatever means to memoralise him.

Swiftly stroking his cock for a few minutes, Jack was soon in a trance-like high, caught between morality and her insatiable desire to ‘revive’ her expired partner. Hanging on tightly onto his erection, she rocked her hips forward, until her dress was hiked high enough to expose her nude lower-body.

Wasting no time, she tucked his cock under her juice-laden pussy and with a slight jerk of her waist, he popped so easily into the warm, loving vagina. Immediately, a rush of energy flooded her exhausted body and she began riding him mindless, slamming her groin into his lap as his cock spread her apart from the inside.

The overwhelming bursts of pleasure then gradually brought those dirty, sexy memories of the times the married couple fucked their brains out, back in the form of indecorous sex she was having with the only living person she could let loose on – their son.

Faced with an ever-contracting vagina, Jack was in fulll control of his orgasm, just like how his father would suppress his urges until she came first.

(As she moaned) ‘Are you.. holding.. in?’

‘Yes mummy.. I am.. for you.. ‘

That very word, ‘mummy’, mysteriously turned her on so much that she came immediately, convulsing in his arms as her body went thoroughly limp. Her quick-witted boy, then carried her into her room, and laid her in her rightful place, cock deeply embedded inside her the whole time.

Little could he ever expect, that that short journey was more than enough to revitalise her, especially when he was throbbing so wildly in her. Since her feet was locked around his back, Jack had no choice but to go all out, ramming his manhood fast and deep until she showed signs of weakness.

His plan to ‘fuck her till she collapse’, couldn’t be more ironic as he neared his own climax, caused by the intentional squeeze she did to keep him in. It was truly a race against time as his balls were ready to blow, at the same time as he was about to be freed from her ‘clutches’.

(He groaned) ‘Ma… mummy! I’M.. I’M GONNA.. ‘

Before he could finish the sentence, she let go of him and he fumbled backwards onto the wall, terminating the incestuous sex they would otherwise realise. Although he was in a daze, she was feeling quite the opposite.

In a seamless twist of event, she jumped out of bed and squatted at his feet, shoving his cock into her mouth where she sucked for her dear life. Poor Jack could only take two minutes of her merciless sucking before his body submitted to his mum’s eagerness, drawing every drop of cum out of his pulsating cock.

Instead of the ‘disgust’ he envisioned, he found himself strangely bedazzled by how her lips were perfectly sealed around his twitching cock, invisibly pumping shots after shots of cum into her mouth.

To finish things up, she took her time to let his cock slide out of her, in a slight suction to thoroughly empty his shaft. The satiated boy-turn-man then helped his drunk mother into bed, for her well-deserved sleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by a hand stroking his morning wood, followed by a slow, sensual blowjob that set him on his first responsibility as the new ‘head of house’. With their long-term financial burdens taken care of by the huge insurance payout, Jack was able to wholly dedicate his time to his mother’s emotional, spiritual and sexual needs.

A broken family made whole again.

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Fair Trade

Written by Her.

(He whispered) ‘good morning baby girl.. ‘

Before I was even awakened, I could already feel the sheets being dragged upwards from my ankle, in the direction his hand was moving along my leg. As he passed my knee, my thighs instinctively widened, as if inviting him to reach between my legs for a spot that secretly desired to be ‘loved’.

Over that distance he made on hand, it was more than suffice to trigger yet another involuntary response from my body, causing fluids to sweat from my vaginal walls, right out to the soft part where he probed with his fingertip, to know if I was being a ‘good girl’.

Once he felt my readiness on the slippery, wet folds of my labia, a slight smile appeared on his face, somehow delighting me as well. There was indeed, nothing to fear as he was someone I knew, and trusted to do what was best for me.

Completely relaxed to his advances, he soon shifted that fingertip upwards of my slit, spreading my juices along the way he took to reach my clit. Like a baby, I fell easily back into a drowsy, weakened state as he massaged on that sensitive nub, gradually flooding my limp body with life.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, my legs kept parting wider until he had the space to slide a finger inside me, going back and forth so rhythmically that my breaths became synchronised with him.

(He asked playfully) ‘good?’

(I uttered) ‘yes.. da.. da.. haaa.. haaa.. ‘

(He cont. taunting) ‘Da what?’

(I sighed) ‘Di.. (daddy) ‘

Powerless against his well-paced, calm-yet-mind-blowing thrusts, my knees fell further apart onto the bed, giving him a full, frontal view of my pubescent vagina – if he could see.

‘baby?’

(I moaned) ‘ye.. yes?’

As soon as she replied, he pulled his finger out to replace it with a cold, hard object, that popped so conveniently into her overly-lubricated pussy.

Immediately, she knew what it was, and what it meant. Like clockwork, she sat herself upright, dangling her legs over the length of the bed and gave him a moment, to present his dong.

In the dark, she blindly groped for his leg before she located his manhood, thick, long, and throbbing in her tiny hand. Since there was nothing to see, she kept her eyes closed as she brought her mouth, with its tongue out, towards the hot rod she was holding.

On the first taste of his pre-cum, she knew she hit the spot and gently split her lips around the girth, beginning the daily routine of sucking him off. It was also at that moment, the wireless vibrator inside her went off, channeling a tsumani of energy that only pushed her further down the deep end.

That morning, was another he decided to take control of, gripping her head firmly as he thrust his hips back and forth. Although that very position was meant to be degrading, she felt none of that, having submitted to the ‘equal’ trade of pleasure as shown through her trembling body.

Despite his freedom to be as rough with her as he wanted, he took her on a meriful, sympathetic journey that manifested into the ‘sharing’ kind of mood in her mind. Without pain, nor discomfort, she let him jerk his cock faster, and deeper down her throat, assured of his self-control.

(He gasped) ‘baby.. i’m.. i’m.. ‘

Before he could finish his sentence, she had his balls cupped in one of her hand, to massage them tenderly while she used her other hand to rub one out for herself.

After an intense two minutes, the wait was finally over. Under their hushed, muffled moans, he writhed to the powerful spurts of cum that filled her mouth as she arrived at her own climax as well. The both of them then spent another minute motionless, to recover some strength before they decoupled.

With an acquired palette for his cum, she swallowed all traces of misdemeanour and went about her day, preparing for school and such.

Emerging from the other room, was mummy in an equally-disheveled state like daddy, followed closely by their boy who didn’t look like he had any sleep.

After their two little punks were gone, it was mummy’s turn to get some from daddy, being unsatisfied by the non-creampie clause she implemented on her little boy and herself. In daddy’s case, a ‘creampie’ was the only, allowable method for any cum-disposal.

(Daddy said after sex) ‘You know.. it would still technically be my son, if something ever comes out between you and Zack.’

(Mummy replied) ‘Or so, in your case with Kelly.’

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Dear Son

WARNING: R21 (duh!): Incestuous content.

Part 1 | Part 2

(Boy asked) ‘Uhh.. mommy? ‘

‘Yes?’

‘I don’t know why but I’m a little hard, now.’

‘O.. k?’

‘So can I wait inside the car for a while first?’

Sighing to the unexpected inconvenience, she unbuckled her seat belt and went to the rear seats, asking him to do the same to avoid unwanted attention from passersby. Little did that innocent, young man know, that the ‘supplement’ she gave him, was what caused the mysterious erection.

Joining her in the back, she then told him sternly, to sit still while she ‘checked’ what was wrong. Carefully, she undid his pants and lowered them, along with his underwear, to his knees. To further tempt him, she bent forward, exposing her braless breasts under the V-neck dress, to take a closer look at his manhood.

Touching the very tip of his cock, she endearingly asked if he felt pain. Sliding her fingertip in a circle down his shaft, he consistently replied ‘no’ until he began twitching uncontrollably to a specific downward-trail, the one along the underside of his penis.

‘I.. it feels weird.’

Swiftly, she wrapped her fingers around his upright cock and placed a thumb under the little head, gliding downward to an embarrassed, sustained moan.

(She said) ‘I think it’s here. Let me smell.’

She then brought her nose so close to the tip where he could no longer resist the fantasy of sticking in her mouth, causing him to turn bright red at the top. Slowly, she parted her lips and licked the drop of clear, viscous pre-cum off, heard him groan once more, and bravely took his cock into her mouth.

(He sighed) ‘AHHHH.. OH YES!’

‘SHHH!’

‘sorry! I just.. haaa.. haaa.. ‘

Faced with a cock thicker than the last one she had, she did not expect to get lightheaded, just from tasting and smelling one that was so full of vigour. Driven by her desire to lure him into the unthinkable, she kept bobbing her head as her mind formed the illusions of a savoury, sweet, and tantilating piece of meat that she can never bite, in her mouth.

After a few minutes of insatiable hunger, she replaced her mouth with a hand and whispered for him to ‘help’ her. The curious, uninhibited man then slid a hand over her thigh, moving upward for the bare, naked pussy that was slightly moist.

Rummaging in the unknowns, it took him a short lesson to locate her cilt, where he then used to drive her insanely high, and wet beyond descrip.

(She moaned) ‘Put your fingers inside me.’

‘How many?’

‘Two.. ‘

Her moans grew louder as he pushed those lubricated fingers deep into her, partly surprised as he came in contact with a variety of textures. Twisting, curling, and thrusting his hand, he pushed buttons she didn’t knew existed. At that point, she was so aroused that he was able to fit three fingers inside, and more if he persisted.

(She moaned) ‘OK! ok.. Let’s stop here.’

‘Ok. I’m sorry for getting carr.. ‘

‘No.. *panting* ..not that.’

She led him to the centre of the seat and turned her back towards him, thereafter gracefully descending her ass onto his toned legs. Holding his cock upright, her pussy easily went over his pulsating cock, satisfying her urges while throwing him into another frenzy.

They had barely moved when he began making eerie, unmistakable, deep, gasping groans. In seconds, his pumped-up cock erupted into her pussy that was clearly over-enthusiastic. In between the breaths of air he took to recover, the sexed-up lady unconsciously began moving her hips, grinding back and forth over his still-erected cock, completely capable of pleasuring her.

Within minutes, she was bouncing haphazardly on his lap, shifting him from a ‘numb’ state, to a fully-stimulated one. Once again, he started moaning non-stop, for a longer duration before he grunted another ejaculation into her pussy.

Unwavering, she kept riding him through that orgasm and brought him into the third ‘session’, where she kept a finger on her clit the whole time. As she was enjoying himself, the toy-boy soon went into a different mood, clearly agitated and overwhelmed by rage.

In a shove, she fell to her side and he towered over her. Forcing her legs apart, he plugged her pussy full of cum-covered cock and pumped the life out of her. Gasping and hissing to his new-found personality, she only got wetter to his violence.

(He grunted) ‘YOU LIKE THAT MOMMY? YOU LIKE IT?!’

Placing his thumb over her clit, he vibrated the shit out of her as she swerved in and out of sanity, midway begging him to stop. The merciless man continued overpowering her until she came, fainted, came again, before she finally squirted forcefully into his belly.

Like her, he was unsympathetic about her plight and just kept plowing, unknowingly rocking the car as he fucked her hard and deep. After the longest fifteen minutes she felt, a sudden rush of sensitivity brought him back to reality.

(He groaned) ‘MOMMY.. I’M SORRY!’

He pushed her legs upward as he let the final load go, spraying deep into her overfilled vagina. When he pulled out of her apologetically, the sight of his still-hard state would forever want him in a different way.

The two of them laid where they were for a long time until she regained the strength to sit up, obviously too weak to do any cleanup herself. On the other hand, he did all the messy work and returned their clothes to normality, lastly going for her clit again to ‘re-energise’ her.

Sure enough, it worked and the mother and son went on a brief shopping trip, changing out their clothes for new ones that didn’t have any cum on them. At the carpark under their block, they spent a long time cleaning everything up, before returning home to see an exhausted husband and daughter watching TV.

Needless to say, the four of them slept deeply that night and went on their separate ways again in the morning. Father with daughter, mother with son, to their respective schools. The two cars the family owned would be their little piece of heaven every one could indulge their vice in.

We can only wonder, if they know of each other’s secret.

Part 1 | Part 2

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Daylighting

Making sure to give her mam a good farewell, Liz locked the main door and went straight to sir’s room, where he was reading the morning paper on the bed. Like second nature, she locked his door and pulled her oversized t-shirt off, before climbing into bed with her breasts bouncing freely.

Sir remained focused on his reading while Liz removed his shorts for him, without any underwear to hide his raging erection. She swiftly reached for the couple’s drawer of ‘surprise’ and pumped a generous blob of lubricant, that was smeared over his dick shortly after. The well-practiced helper needed no more than a few strokes to force him to set the newspaper down, diverting his attention to the waves of pleasure weakening him.

Keeping very silent, she put her hands on the bed so she could suck on his willy, starting with a playful kiss on the tip, followed by the sensual parting of her lips descending over his loin. To start things slow, she made long strokes up and down his shaft, lips applying the least pressure she could muster. Once he started panting, her head bounced harder and faster in his groin, taking his manhood as deep as she could take down her throat.

The blowjob barely lasted three minutes when he had to stop her, for the next part that she couldn’t help but grin cheekily to. Wading forward on her knees until they were right beside his hips, she held his shoulders for support as her body lowered over his upright cock. On top of convenience of the loose shorts she wore, her ‘aim’ was so accurate that he almost let a gasp escaped, if not for her palm over his mouth.

Sitting comfortably over his thick shaft measuring close to eight inches, Liz could barely contain her moans when she began riding, slamming her ass onto his lap relentless to keep the pleasure going. The harder she rode, the thicker he would get inside her. The father of two had no need to do anything else but hold his load for as long as he could, although he once again, failed to improve his stamina when the clock showed 8:15am.

The ten-minute morning romp came to an end the moment he whispered the signal to cum. Liz then gracefully raised herself off his cock and shifted backwards until her mouth could reach his member again, resuming the blowjob to suck him until he filled her up with breakfast.

As usual, he went for his shower after unloading, and Liz made her way out of the master bedroom after putting her shirt back on, for the older brother’s room. There, she took her time to tidy the desk Aaron burnt his midnight oil on. At 8:25am, ten minutes before sir would leave home for work, Liz pulled away the sheets Aaron was hiding awake under.

Without any shorts or underwear on, she could go down on him immediately. Besides the slight musty, morning scent, her saliva worked great at diluting his saltiness. The morning blowjob went exactly the way she did for sir, starting slow, then intensify until he was about to cum.

Unlike sir, big brother preferred a workout to start his morning off. So, Liz went onto her fours at the window where she was allowed to smoke, while Aaron guided his cock through the gapping leg-hole of her shorts, and into her pussy.

The both of them stared into the community park, filled with joggers and cyclists, bodies jerking so ever slightly in discreet. A minute into the standing doggystyle, Aaron stood straight for the change in pace, sliding his cock quicker in and out of Liz’s convulsing vagina.

The last quarter of her cigarette went un-smoked as he rammed her head dizzy, length so perfect at hitting her g-spot over and over again. Soon, Aaron had to slow down because of how her pussy was squeezing his cock a pulp, giving them the cue for the last part of their morning romp.

Taking one last puff before squatting in his direction, the speed her mouth was filled with his cock forced smoke out of her nose as he face-fucked her, for close to three minutes. Near the end, just as his balls shrunk, she pushed him back far enough to only keep the tip around her lips, for a few flicks of her tongue to trigger his humongous load.

A few seconds later, after she sucked every last drop out of him, he took his towel and left the room to take a shower. Liz, sore in the mouth and pussy, walked into the younger brother’s room, to see a snoring boy-man.

Carefully, she raised his blanket and put a hand underneath, blindly placing it at where his cock should be. Her stealthy movements kept him asleep as she started rubbing his cock outside his underwear, before slipping her fingers into the fly of the boxers she knew he would wear for sleep.

Once she felt him stir in the bed, she picked up her pace and seamlessly transitted into a handjob as his wake up ‘call’. Not wanting to wake him up in a disruptive manner, she went under the blanket as well and proceeded to suck his cock. Somehow, she actually found it cute to have one inch magically turn into five, reaching the back of her throat without much effort.

Things couldn’t get anymore perfect when he held her in his arms, turning themselves over so she could be below him. For the maturing young man, he decided on the missionary stance for her, which she did not mind at all. He was the only one who made her felt like a woman, although it would only last about ten minutes.

With his arms straightened at her shoulder joints, he raised and dropped his hips, sending the most erogenous chills up her spine at every penetration. Like her, he increased his speed gradually over the minutes, until he lost his rhythm again and simply rammed his cock into her. Not that it hurt, she would always calm him down by rubbing her own clit, so she would relax before squeezing him tightly.

The ten-minute mark could not have come at a worse time as she was seconds away from getting her daily orgasm. For the first time between them, she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out. Instead, she pulled herself towards him to continue fucking his cock, while rubbing her clit, until her orgasm was immenient.

Blasting past his his breaking point, he came all over her body uncontrollably and did not stop for the next few seconds she fondled it. Once done, he collapsed back in bed and let her use one of his dirty towels to clean herself up.

After Liz saw big brother off for work, she went back to her room to catch more sleep before starting on the chores. That said, younger brother did not let her catch a wink when he stormed into her room with a vibrator and condoms.

That twisted form of daily sex roulette, would explain how she was getting two times the salary mam thought she was paid.

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Incestuous Entanglement

‘Don’t remove the blindfold ah Daddy! Not until we are in the room.’

‘Ok ok. I’m listening to you.’

To think that our two children have taken time to plan our 30th anniversary celebration for us, they certainly touched me at a spot I have not felt in a long time.

It was after dinner that they decided to blindfold us, first leading mummy off before Stephy took me. After five minutes of walking, we finally entered the room where nice, soft carpet caressed my soles, and the chatter of my family filled my ears like music.

(Jordan saying) ‘Daddy! Say Ahhh. I’ve got something good for mummy.’

A pill I suspected was Viagra landed on my tongue and I swallowed it with a sip of water, without so much a doubt about it. I was just overwhelmed by how far they have planned, even right up to the part mummy and I gets intimate.

I remained standing as I felt ropes getting tightened around my wrists, which didn’t cause any alarms since I was still fully dressed. They kept surprising me until they informed us of their departure, followed by the lights going out and a loud click of the door.

‘Dear?’

‘Yes.. I’m here for you.’

‘All mine?’

‘Yes baby.. ‘

The moment that I’ve been waiting for finally came when she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and took them off along with my underwear. Even without doing much, it seemed like it was just yesterday that we fell in love.

Guided by her caring hands, I climbed into bed and let her sit me down where she wanted, so she could do anything she wished. It was hard to ask for more when I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft, gliding up and down steadily before she fondled my balls with her other hand. I have to admit that that was one handjob to put me in my place no matter how bad my day, or life, went.

That night, she really took her time as she discovered me once again, sticking a finger as far up as my anus as she could to resuscitate the extra-hard erection that was already motivated by the pill Stephy gave.

What she did next only drove me crazier. Her mouth found its way down my cock and that was the last light it ever saw. Somehow, she was reaching deeper than I ever felt, and that kept me from catching my breaths. Her tongue, lips, tonsils, all worked in harmony to simulate the hole I couldn’t wait to get inside of.

It was hard to imagine a man like me, a father of two, to be thrashing around in agony, squirming in desperation, and begging for mercy. Not only did she not relent, she made sure that I was totally exhausted when she was done.

(She asked excitedly) ‘Ready for me now honey?’

‘No.. let me rest for a.. wait.. please.. ‘

No time was wasted once she climbed over my waist. She literally stuffed my cock into her pussy and rode me like mad. It was that pleasurable-fucked-up feeling where the sensitive top part of my shaft rub against her sensitive underside of her vagina. We were just bawling in the alternating waves of frustration and ecstacy.

It was that one time I helped her keep my hands down (above my head) so I wouldn’t ruin her fun. That strangely energetic woman just kept bouncing and grinding until she came twice, which by then I had no strength to even groan.

Once I was worn out beyond my limits, she dismounted my Viagra-pumped cock and made me slip my hands under my feet, so they would still be useless to stop her. Off the bed I went and it didn’t take me long to know that I would be fucking her in doggystyle. Her ass has already found its way in front of my dick, and her icy cold fingers had brought me ‘home.’

‘I’ll start now.. ‘

‘Oh yes please baby. I want you to ram me till I faint.’

I took my shot at that and jerked my hips fiercely, ramming that man-pipe so fast and deep that she went hysterical, complimenting on the new depth I was hitting. She had gotten so wet and slippery that I was moving past beyond our previous records. My mind was focused on tearing my way into her gasping pussy, and my body was so ego-boosted that it felt no tiredness.

It was pure lust and sex in that fateful moment, transcending us to new heights we never achieved before. She was still frantically clawing at sheets, while I was crazily slamming my hips against hers.

‘I’m cumming dear. I can feel it building up!’

‘Wait wait! I’ll roll over.’

I sensed her head going under me and I did a half-squat to better match her height, and carried on thrusting my cock, in another hole this time.

Two minutes was all I could endure before burying my balls into her face, sliding my shaft so deep down her throat that never stopped squeezing around me. I slowly retracted my choker as I came, lining her mouth with cum she just couldn’t get enough of.

When she was about to suck me unconscious, I tumbled backwards and landed on the floor, catching a giggle that ended sharply. Having done the deed and came harder than I ever did, it was time to pay some much needed attention to my wife.

I brought both my hands to the front (passing my feet over them) and raised the blindfolds.

They were still there, those two kids.

Why are they naked?

Why is mummy blindfolded?

Why is Stephy lying on her back, head hanging over the edge like mummy?

Why is Jordan in mummy’s bed?

Which bed was I at earlier?

(Stephy calling out) ‘Daddy.. you are the best.. really.. ‘

(Jordan crawling to mummy) ‘And mummy, you didn’t disappoint.’

‘Didn’t disappoint.. ‘

Did I just, did I just fucked my own daughter?

Did Jordan have sex with mummy?

How.. how did it..

My mind broke. I broke. The thing I last saw, was Stephy climbing over my cock, and screamed. Screams that I can never forget what came with it.