Sexy Incestuous Plans
Dr. Bernice Wilson
"I need to talk to you," I said to my nineteen-year-old son, and lover. My heart thudded beneath my breasts. The last three weeks had been so intense, even with all the drama of my youngest daughter
lying
about her affair with a married professor at her college.
A married teacher who knocked the little homewrecker up!
"Sure, Mom," James grinned. He was such a handsome, young man. Strong and fit, his hair dark, chin chiseled, and his blue eyes piercing.
He rose from the couch where he sat with his sister, Jenny. She looked so innocent in her pink tights and knee-length skirt, her brown hair held back by her headband. No different from any other naive and innocent eighteen-year-old girl. But it was all an act. She dressed like a slut on the weekend, wearing old clothes that molded to her body, forgetting her bra and panties, teasing poor James.
But he was a smart enough boy not to touch such a slut.
"What are you talking about?" Jenny asked, her eyes glancing at me, narrowing.
"I need your brother to...for a favor," I said, thinking fast. It was an excuse I had used a lot over the last three weeks. I had him go out with me under the guise that I needed a "man" with me at the hardware store or the sporting good store. Then we'd park like teenagers and fuck. I would say anything to let me get my pussy around his cock.
I loved feeling my son in me.
She gave me such a look, like I was stealing her boyfriend or something. Shameless hussy. I gave her a look back and demanded, "Did you clean the bathroom?"
"Yes, Mom." She twisted her lips. "James even inspected it. I know you
trust
him."
James sighed, shaking his head. He hated our fighting. "Come on, Mom. Let's talk."
I took him upstairs, my stomach twisting. I couldn't believe this had really happened. I was scared and strangely excited all at the same time. I had no idea how he'd react to my news. Would he be happy or horrified?
He did get off on the idea of breeding me. It was so much fun to roleplay. It just wasn't supposed to happen.
"What is it, Mom?" James asked. He reached out, grabbing my hips and turning me around. He pressed me against the hallway wall. The TV show Jenny watched echoed from below. James loved taking chances.
Sometimes the idea struck me he wanted Jenny to catch us. I tried to stop him, but the risk made the sex even hotter.
I shuddered as his hand slid up my skirt. "Huh? What did you want to 'talk' about, Mom? Your hot, wet, naughty cunt?"
His hand slid higher up my thigh, caressing my flesh. Ripples of heat washed up me. My nipples hardened. My pussy clenched. My hips shifted from side-to-side. I groaned as he reached my panties, rubbing against them.
"No," I panted, grabbing his wrist, trying to push him away. He was strong, eager. "I'm...pregnant."
James blinked. His hand froze. "What? Really?"
I nodded my head, staring at his blue eyes. They were shocked. "It's been a week since I missed my period. My hCG levels are elevated. You...knocked me up."
"Damn," James groaned, his fingers rubbing at my panties again. "I thought you had that implant."
I absently brushed my arm, feeling the metal Nexplanon implant beneath the skin. It should have lasted another two years. "Nothing's a hundred percent."
"Mmm, so I bred you," he grinned, sounding so proud.
"Yes," I groaned as he rubbed again at my panties, pushing the cloth against my pussy lips.
"We have to tell Jenny."
"No!" I hissed. "I need to think. Figure this out. She's going to..."
"Call you a huge slut?" James finished. "Treat you like you've been treating her?"
I flinched at his harsh words. I hated how I reacted when I was around Jenny. I didn't understand why. There was just something about my daughter now that made me so catty. Especially when I saw her around James. Maybe I was...afraid he would find her sexier than me. She was younger, her body fresh and innocent. Men liked their women young, new.
And I had opened James's eyes to incest. If his sister offered, and the way she was acting I sometimes thought she was, he would take it and wouldn't need me. I couldn't lose my son. I loved him so much.
And Jenny was a proven homewrecker. She was lying about my grandchild's father for a reason. To protect him. He had to be married. And it had to be a teacher at her school. I knew she was having sex. I found her panties still stained with cum from time to time, like she was flaunting it, throwing it in my face.
Little slut.
"We have to tell her something," James said. "I say the truth. Let's go downstairs, tell her that I--"
"No!" I hissed, my heart hammering. "What we do is illegal, James. She'll tell the police. I just need to...say I met a guy."
"Lie? Then she'll think you're a homewrecker, too."
"Well, she's lying about her lover!" I hissed, hands clenching. "At least mine's not married."
James sighed, muttering something beneath his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He pulled away from me. "This is just all fucked up. This is not the way I want it. I want us to be a loving family."
"Tell your sister to start telling the truth."
"You're not," he accused. "Fuck, I need to think."
My son headed down the stairs. I shivered, my heart beating. I rubbed at my stomach. This was all messed up. Why did the implant have to fail? Now it was all so...serious. What would James do? He had that girlfriend of his he refused to tell me about. I was sure she was an older woman, like me. Maybe one of his teachers at school. She had definitely taught him a few naughty tricks. He loved using them on me. It made me so jealous that he was still seeing her and that made me so eager to be as naughty as possible.
And there was Jenny, temptation wrapped in innocent tights. James had to notice her teasing. I couldn't lose another man to a younger woman.
* * *
James Wilson
Learning my mom was pregnant only solidified my need to talk to someone, to get advice. I needed to get both my women on board. But how? They were both so jealous of the other. I could see it in the way they acted around me, getting so catty, both trying to out slut the other while clawing each other's metaphorical eyes out.
What if they couldn't share me? What if I had to choose? And they were both pregnant. I didn't want to fucking choose. It was like being asked to choose which nut I wanted to lose.