Ever since I was a kid, my mom and I were very close.
Because I was her only child, my mother spoiled me very much and gave me everything I wanted and never refused.
When I was fourteen, my dad passed away; and when I turned eighteen, my mommy gave me the gift of life.
My birthday was Saturday, and the day before, my mom and I went to Camp Vermont for a big celebration; we fished, walked along the lakefront, tent camped, and baked fish for dinner together under a beautiful full moon.
After two days of this fun, mom let herself go completely and we were ready to enjoy a wonderful Sunday night together.
Mom and I had dinner outdoors, and after that, she surprised me by bringing out a birthday cake with eighteen candles.
“Make a wish, son.” Mom winked and smiled.
I did, and blew out the eighteen candles in one breath, except that she probably couldn’t have guessed what I was wishing for.
Mom handed me a bottle of whiskey and I opened it with a thud as she went inside and put on a familiar piece of classical music.
When Pops was still alive, my parents always liked to listen to this tune in their bedroom; but when I got to know it, I realized that it was actually a companion piece to their sexual intercourse, because they always locked themselves in their bedroom at that time, letting the repeated replaying of the tune, cover all the distractions.
I poured the wine to fill both glasses while my mom walked back out of the house, grabbed a glass, and raised her glass to me.
“Happy birthday, son. Celebrate that we can grow old together.” Mom smiled and clinked glasses crisply with me.
Is it just me, or does this toast mean something else?
Since I’m not much of a drinker, it didn’t take long for my brain to start blacking out.
Mom did the same, looking a little fluttery; as the wine spilled high from her clinking glasses, wetting my face.
I shot back childishly, and mother and son frolicked in the doorway like urchins, eating and giggling.
It was close to midnight when we finally decided to go back inside and rest.
I went back to my room and was about to remove my boxers and jump on the bed when I heard my mom calling me to her bedroom.
“Mom, can I help you?”
Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed in a sexy short robe.
“Wow, nothing, mom almost forgot about this.” She handed me a birthday card.
“Thanks mom.” I opened the card and what was inside shocked me.
Inside the card was a picture of a man and a woman having sex, with a line in black that read: ‘Do as you are told, mommy’s boy, go fuck your slutty mother and give her an orgasm like no other’.
I looked at my mom in disbelief, but she slowly lay back down on the bed and voluntarily spread her legs apart.
Everything in front of me shook my mind, and between those snow-white, plump pink legs, I could clearly see the uncovered pussy, gulping open and closed.
Mom said softly, “Jeff my son, this is an invitation you deserve, your father is gone, and now, your mother needs another man to feed this body, are you willing to take on this task…”
These words really made me ponder for a while; I did have fantasies about my mom before, but suddenly being asked if I would like to put them into practice was an unspeakable feeling that prevented me from answering.
“Or, do you enjoy giving up that right to other men?”
“No!” I cried out immediately, looking into my mother’s flashing lustful eyes and removing my boxers from my crotch as quickly as I could.
Mom’s eyes immediately lit up, staring straight at her son’s firm, thick cock.
I walked slowly towards my mom, like a lion stepping towards its prey.
Mom pulled her lace robe over her head and tossed it aside, revealing a soft, voluptuous body.
I moved up and took one nipple to my lips and sucked on it before switching to the other.
Mom, on the other hand, cupped my cock and squeezed it gently, while her delicate fingers played with the twin pills in her scrotum, flicking them gently.
I leaned in close to my mom’s gorgeous face and kissed her sweet, juicy lips, while at the same time making an effort to spread my mom’s pink legs, pressing my head against the most intimate square inch of a woman’s body and savoring it.
Mom was sucking on my cock at the same time, and out of primal instinct, my crotch couldn’t help but close in on her hot pussy, ready to burst in.
“Wait, Jeff.” Mom’s hand suddenly pressed down on my ass to keep me from making the next move.
“Is something wrong, Mom?” I asked anxiously.
Mom pursed her lips and gazed at me with eyes as deep as water: “My son, do you know what is going to happen?” She had a very serious look on her face, urging me to think about it.
I told her, “I’m going to make love to you, Mom, and your good son is going to fuck his own mother until morning.”
“Yes, but it is incest, the greatest taboo in human society, and after this night you and I will share a very dangerous and evil secret.” She spoke heavily.
“I understand, mom, I’m ready.” I laughed: “And, you’re not trying to stop me, are you!”
“Good, because Mommy wants that to be our rule for getting along after tonight, that I am your mother and your wife.”
I didn’t answer; Mom had already said what I wanted to say.
Slowly pushing my hips forward, my cock slid into my mother’s tight, wet honey hole. Mom hadn’t fucked anyone since Dad died, and right now, her pussy was gripping my cock like a rubber band.
“God, you’re so tight! Mom.” There was so much pressure that I had to pull out a little and re-enter.
“I know, but that’s the best proof that mom is trying to leave a clean body to a good son, isn’t it?”
I nodded and Mom smiled as she pressed down on my buttocks, allowing me to go deeper into my vagina again. The squeeze of the vaginal flesh on the walls of her cunt is still strong and she smiles at me, coding her own efforts to get used to the cock.
“Dutiful Jeff, do you like mom’s body?” Mom continued to clench her hips and rock her hips up to meet me, skillfully stimulating her pussy core by the close friction between them.
In an instant, I got the birthday present any man in the world could only dream of. I was in my mom’s pussy, the woman who gave me life, and I was back in the womb where I was conceived.
So wildly inserted and sent forty minutes, I will crotch this wave of goods dry twisted waist swinging hips, orgasm such as surging, when the highest wave of waves came, my scrotum bucket of hot, a large number of hot semen into the mother’s slut hole all shot.
We held each other panting heavily, breathing heavily until our bodies returned to calm with each other.
“Whoa! Oh my God, Jeff, I forgot, I can’t believe I didn’t take my birth control pills.” Mom jumped up like she was on fire and immediately rushed into the bathroom.
I followed in and looked just in time to see mom turn on the rosette head and couldn’t stop rinsing her pussy with hot water.
“I don’t think I’m that good!” I teased, “Just one time without birth control pills will make your son impregnate you in one shot? Mom.”
“No saying that word.” Mom was scared like hell.
Except, that’s when I suddenly realized that I was secretly expecting my mom to knock me up and have my baby.
The idea did come true.
Mom’s only plan was to have an abortion, but I wouldn’t agree to that anyway.
We immediately decided to move to California, where no one knew us and we could start our lives over as a couple.
After nine months of pregnancy, my mom delivered a very healthy and beautiful baby girl for me, my daughter Jenny.
The eighteen years that followed rushed by.
Mom and I raised Jenny, and she became a nubile little hottie, sexy and charming, who got into a lot of trouble at school and broke our hearts as two parents; fortunately, the girl was quite dutiful, and our discreet words and actions kept our daughter completely in the dark about her parents’ incest secret.
Since getting married and moving to this place where no one knows me, I’m happy to be able to flirt and have sex with my mom openly and honestly.
However, to be fair to our daughter, Mom and I decided to tell Jenny everything the year she turned eighteen.
That day, the three of us came to Camp Vermont as a family to celebrate Jenny’s birthday. Over the years, Mom and I had come here every year to celebrate our birthdays and then to fuck Mom to our hearts’ content in the same room where we had set our hearts on each other; however, it was the first time Jenny had ever been here.
We plan to travel together and then arrive here on Saturday, the day of Jenny’s birthday.
Knowing the damage the truth could do to my daughter, I carefully planned everything.
Calculating back and forth, I looked a little too anxious, but my mom, the mother I share with my daughter, couldn’t stop reassuring me that everything would be fine.
Slightly earlier than planned, we arrived at our destination on Friday evening, when it was late enough to get an early night.
The familiar sights of my wife aroused my heart, and before I had slept five hours, I woke up, turned my wife’s robe up to her waist, and began to kiss her beautiful pussy.
Mom turned awake quickly and we had a quick fuck in joy.
After the clouds stopped raining, mother and son discussed their plans for tomorrow.
“Mom, do you think this is really a good idea? I’m worried that Jenny won’t be able to handle the secret.” Cupping Mom’s round, fat ass, I buried my cock in my honey hole, not wanting to pull out.
“It’s okay son, everyone always has some secrets, and we’re hiding something from Jenny, just like there’s something Mom isn’t telling you.”
I was curious: “Is there anything your little husband doesn’t know, Mom?”
Mom caressed my cheek: “My last husband, your father, may God forgive us our sins… he was my father too.”
“Wow, Mom, why didn’t you ever tell me? This is great, I’m actually an incestuous bastard too!”
“Yeah.” Mom smiled, kissing me and sending her fragrant tongue into my mouth.
The excitement from the shock of the truth made it almost impossible for me to contain myself, straddling my mom’s fat white ass and thrusting vigorously, stick to stick, with such intensity that for the first time my mom cried out that she couldn’t take it and asked me to slow down.
In normal times, I would have been the one shouting that I couldn’t hold out.
Together we climbed to a climax and fell into a deep sleep after a period of whispered caresses.
The next morning, mom and I each got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Jenny was still sleeping in, so we ended up having to take breakfast to our daughter’s bed.
Around noon, we went fishing together on the shore of a lake a few miles away, and Mom and Jenny stripped themselves down, revealing two exquisite, crystalline bodies, and they beckoned to me, but I declined.
So they swam in the lake on the one hand, and on the other hand, shouting, youthful and mature and gorgeous body, in the water splash here and there, see me greedy foam.
That night, we returned to the campsite and baked and seasoned the fish we had caught for dinner. While we were munching on the baked fish, Jenny suddenly stood up and said, “Thank you, Mom and Dad, I had so much fun today, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
Mom looked at me and slowly said, “Son, I think you should tell her everything now.”
Jenny was shocked and immediately asked, “Tell me what? And, Mom, what did you just call Daddy?
Son? What’s that…”
Seeing my daughter react this way made me cringe and I couldn’t speak for a while.
“I… I… I can’t… Mom, it’s better if you say it!”
Jenny got impatient: “Mom, Dad, what the hell are you doing? Is this some kind of birthday surprise? I don’t appreciate this crazy idea.”
Mom deigned a grilled fish from the fire and placed it in front of Jenny.
“Jenny, Mommy has something to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone and not to get mad at Mommy and Daddy.”
Jenny snaps, “I promise, Mom.”
Pausing for a moment, Mom slowly said, “Your daddy, in fact, is also Mommy’s boy, my own son, your brother.”
“What do you mean! Mom you mean…” said Jenny, her face suddenly turning snow white.
“Yes, sweetie, you are an incestuous bastard.”
Jenny’s expression was one of confusion, but there was more to it than acceptance.
“Let me add something!” I continued, “Eighteen years ago, I fucked mom here, and that was the night I planted you in her belly.”
After hearing the facts, Jenny’s face was like a shroud of frost, and she said coldly to her mom, “If that’s the case, why don’t you bitch go get an abortion and get rid of the baby.”
I immediately jumped up and waved my hand and slapped my daughter.
“Jenny! What are you talking about?” I yelled, “If mom had gotten an abortion, you wouldn’t be alive right now, and you wouldn’t be celebrating your eighteenth birthday.”
Jenny, with her face in her hands and tears rolling in her eyes, ran out of the house with a sob.
Mom and I looked at each other and stared at our daughter’s back disappearing in the darkness.
“I knew this would be a mistake. It could hurt her for the rest of her life, Mom.”
The mom didn’t change her mind: “She’ll be fine, our daughter just needs some time to convince herself of this fact.”
We waited until dawn, which obliged us to go to bed, but Jenny never returned, and I was in a constant state of nervous, frightened unrest.
Mom and I were still lying on the bed, paying attention to what was going on around us, and had even forgotten about making love. At least, I completely forgot all about it myself.
My mind was still worried about my daughter’s whereabouts. Around 2:30 a.m., my mom fell asleep while I was still lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. By three o’clock, there was the sound of a door opening at the door.
I was very happy that my daughter was finally home, and immediately rushed to the living room, and sure enough, there was my little Jenny, smiling as usual.
“I’m sorry I woke you up, Daddy. I’ve tried to keep it down.”
“It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep anyway. Um… where were you just there? Is everything okay?”
I don’t know what to say, a simple greeting that comes out of my mouth.
“Take it easy, Daddy.” Jenny laughed, “I’m all right now, I just needed some time alone to get some things figured out, so I went down to the lake to skinny dip and cool my head.” Her voice was calm and low, just like our mothers.
“You don’t blame us anymore? Little baby?”
Jenny sat down next to me: “Of course not.” She hugged me, kissed my face and squeezed her youthful body into my arms.
The natural fragrance of a virgin, I immediately reacted, hastily backed up a bit, not letting this bratty girl notice the difference in her crotch, but she took the initiative to come over, not letting the interval appear.
“How could I blame you and Mommy? Instead, I’m still glad you guys told me the truth and that you’re the best daddy in the world.”
Hearing this, I was finally relieved: “Thank you, Honey. It makes it much easier for Daddy, and now we can both go to sleep without worrying.”
Jenny smiled charmingly and said aloud, “No daddy, your daughter’s sister doesn’t want to go to sleep right now, she just wants her brother daddy. Can you go to her room and teach her something?” While saying that, the little girl’s hand pressed on my crotch, so I was surprised.
“No, Jenny, you’re not… at your age yet… how can you…”
“Why not? Weren’t you this age when you were screwing Mommy, Daddy?”
That statement left me speechless.
Jenny put on a watering face and whimpered, “Please, Daddy, just once, it’s your precious little princess’s birthday, you’ve always loved her the most, haven’t you?”
Faced with such a pretty face and a sweet, flawless voice, what father in heaven could refuse?
Jenny took me to her room, once in the room, she took off her clothes and put on a sexy nightgown, and when the beautiful body I had seen since I was a child was naked in front of my eyes, I involuntarily averted my gaze, not daring to look directly at it.
“You don’t have to look anywhere else! Daddy.” Jenny smiled, “Is there anything you haven’t seen or touched on this body?”
She was right, I looked at my own daughter’s body, the familiar curves, it really did look like mom, slim and detailed, yet sexy.
And following that, my eyes fixed on the sexy nightgown, bits of memory gradually surfaced, and it seemed to be the same one Mom was wearing that night, eighteen years ago, when I fucked her for the first time.
“Where did you get those pajamas, good girl?”
Jenny was already lying on the bed and smiled, “In other people’s homes, moms pass down their wedding dresses to their daughters, and it’s the same in our home, like it? Daddy.”
I smiled, “It’s just as beautiful as it was back then.”
Jenny gestured for me to sit next to her, and when I did, she laughed, “Daddy, what did it feel like to fuck your own mother the night you had me eighteen years ago?”
I was shocked at the question, “Jenny! I’m your father, we shouldn’t and can’t talk about this.”
Jenny looked at me like I was looking at something ridiculous: “Daddy, is your daughter a grown little woman now, or would you rather I learn this from some stranger?”
This unruly girl, actually used the same trick that her mother did back then. This makes me deeply realize that perhaps our family has a lewd factor, all have a subconscious love for incest.
Jenny continued, “If you’re too embarrassed to say it outright, then it’s just as well to do it for me.”
She said, lying down and making an effort to spread her legs apart, revealing that beautiful, wet pink honey hole, a familiar sight that almost overlapped with the way my mom had looked when she had spread her legs to seduce me eighteen years ago, and once again, I realized that these two were indeed real mother and daughter, and the thought was too much for me to contain.
I lay down afterward, and as soon as I could, I ripped off my daughter’s nightgown and pushed my nose between her legs, sniffing and licking her honey hole.
Kissing and licking her tongue back and forth like a puppy slurping up milk, Jenny’s little pussy was soon wet with her own lustful juices stirred with my saliva.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Your bad daughter can’t wait any longer.”
I certainly wasn’t going to make her wait. Pulling off my own robe, I pulled out my cock and followed the wet, lusty water straight into my honey hole. With my lower body pushed in, I kissed Jenny on one side and rubbed her little pink nipples on the other, taking my time and controlling the pace.
“Mmm, that feels good, Daddy.”
I advanced without stopping until my entire cock was pushed up into the deepest part of my honey hole, and my two asses with their different organs were tightly interlocked, their pubic hairs rubbing against each other and making strange, strange noises.
Jenny moaned indulgently, and her voice reminded me of my mother in the bedroom.
I pulled out slowly, noting the look in her eyes; Jenny bravely looked at me, her lovely face full of feminine lust. Then, of her own accord, she pushed up her hips and wrapped her legs around me, forcing me to swallow back my disembodied cock.
Spurred on by this seductive action, I hurriedly pinned her down, my hips lurching vigorously as I moved in and out rapidly, lashing out at this teasing father’s daughter.
And Jenny’s slutty cries were so loud that I was worried that my mom in the other room might even give a wake up call, so I kissed down my lips, sealing her little mouth to keep the moans from resonating through the house any longer, and fucked her slowly and slowly, not moving too fast, but with more flavor.
“Daddy.”
“What is it? Baby.”
“Please promise me that after tonight, you will keep fucking me too, fucking this disobedient, bad daughter.”
I stopped moving instantly, remembering that I had promised my mom a similar request. How could I be more generous when I was treating everyone the same.
“I promise you, sweet little sweetheart.” I continued to fuck her, plowing this female body hard, making the girl rise to orgasm in delight.
The semen is boiling in my balls and I’m going to cum.
“Are you on birth control? Baby?”
“No, Daddy.” Jenny laughed, “What does that matter? My daughter wants her brother to cum all over her, and I want to have an incestuous babe for you just like mommy.”
I shuddered at her words, and following that, an electric current shot from my testicles straight to my brain, and a steady stream of semen spurted out of my cock, shooting straight into my baby girl’s womb.
After about six consecutive spasms, I collapsed onto my daughter’s stomach as she stroked my hair and sighed softly like a little woman.
“I wish I could have a little boy for you, Daddy.” Jenny laughed: “Likewise, the year he turns eighteen, I’ll let want him to fuck his mommy and have another son for him.”
“You’re so selfish, only thinking of yourself, why don’t you just have a little baby girl and play with her again for us, father and son?”
“With me and mom, don’t you have enough, brother? Besides, we can have more.” Jenny said, “You’re not allowed to go back tonight, I want you to stay with me all night.”
“No, I must return to our mother.”
“No way, you’ve been doing that for 18 years, don’t you get tired of it?” Jenny whispered in my ear, “In comparison, this freshly deflowered pussy is more enjoyable!”
As usual, this sassy hottie always does something amazing as she rewiggles her hips and deftly swallows my cock into her pussy again.
“Oh, maybe you’re right, little girl.” I patted my daughter’s little ass and said in a double entendre, “I’m going to stay in there all night.” With that, I started to push again.
Jenny smiled and kissed me, “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you just as much, tight little boy.”
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