The Hot Aunt's Incestuous Surprise
Carol Mitchel
"One," my eighteen-year-old daughter said. The slender girl was naked on my bed, her legs spread so wide, the folds of her shaved pussy gaped obscenely open. She had a naughty gleam in her eyes. "Two."
She held her phone with the incriminating photos of me being my son's slut. Sucking his dick. Riding his cock. Even cumming hard as he fucked me in the ass. His jizz still leaked out of both my holes. I had just enjoyed him because my daughter threatened to blackmail me.
"Three," she purred. "Don't let me reach five, Mommy. I'll hit send."
She had somehow gotten her hands on a video that my son made with my slutty sister Mindy. The pair of them were fucking. It was disgusting that my sister had seduced my son. Even worse that they were filming it. I had been there, recording them to get the proof to make them stop.
Only I was caught on my son's video filming him and his aunt.
And masturbating while watching.
"Four," my daughter said.
She had just ordered me to eat her pussy. To bury my face and commit an act of lesbian debauchery. I had never done anal before. I had only been with two men, and one of them was my son. Now my daughter wanted me to eat her out.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiβ"
I yelped and sprang forward. I buried my face between her thighs and planted my face right in my daughter's pussy. The sweet flavor of her pussy soaked my taste buds as I lapped at her with wild abandon.
I had no choice. Fear whipped at me as I licked at my daughter. She groaned, grinding her snatch on my face. Her thighs held me tight as she aimed her phone at me. She was recording this. Getting more blackmail material.
I wanted to scream in frustration, but what could I do? She had this wicked gleam in her eyes. I shuddered as she held me to her pussy. My tongue flicked through her folds, tasting her sweet pussy again and again.
"Oh, Mommy," she cooed, "I had no idea you were such an eager cunt-lapper."
"You're making me do this!" I gasped.
"Am I?" She grinned at me. "Ooh, ooh, keep licking. I had no idea what dyke you were, Mommy! Oh, yes, yes, you're going to make me cum! Yes, yes, make me cum, Mommy!"
I shuddered and kept licking at her. I tongued her pussy as she ground against me. Her eyes twinkled as she did. Her sweet juices weren't bad, but... I didn't want to be doing this. She shuddered, though.
I pleasured my little girl. I made her feel good. This was incest. It was so wrong.
My son's cum dripped down my thighs from my pussy. More leaked out of my asshole. I shuddered as I licked my daughter. My tongue penetrated her folds. She was no virgin. Only eighteen, and blackmailing her mother.
I had failed her someone. That was clear.
I couldn't stop licking her, though. I had to keep going. My tongue had a mind of its own. I stroked through her petals. I licked at her snatch with all that I could. It was just a wonderful thing to do. I feasted on her with all that I had.
She gasped and moaned, her head tossing from side to side. She gasped and moaned as my tongue stroked over her bud. I licked her little clit. She whimpered as I did that. I had to make her cum fast. I attacked it.
"Oh, Mommy, you're such an eager dyke!" she gasped. "I love it!"
She squirmed there as she rose and rose toward her orgasm. At least I hoped. The taste of her pussy was fine, but I just really wanted her to feel good so she wouldn't tell everyone how I fucked my son. How I was his mommy-slut.
I suckled on my daughter's clit. I nibbled on her with my bud. She squeezed her thighs around my head. She held me to her bud, gasping and moaning. Britney trembled there, her face twisting with her delight. She looked so close to cumming.
So near to bursting.
She whimpered and moaned as she rose and rose toward her climax. She gasped out her delight. Her pussy cream gushed out of her snatch. She drowned me in her sweet juices. I licked and lapped at her with all that I had.
"Oh, you dyke-mommy!" Britney gasped. "Ooh, ooh, that's so good! That's just amazing. You're such a whore! I love it!"
I licked up her cream. I lapped up everything gushing out of my daughter's mouth, feeling like such a slut. I was a whore for devouring my daughter's pussy cream and fucking my son. A cheating wife, but my son's cock was so amazing.
Britney shuddered through her climax. Her little tits jiggled. My tongue stroked through her folds as she moaned one last time. She collapsed, panting. Her thighs relaxed around my head. I lifted my face from her pussy.
"Oh, Mommy," she purred and sat up. She cupped my face and planted her mouth right on mine.
I shuddered as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. She swirled around in me before breaking the kiss. She rolled off my bed, leaving me kneeling there. She hummed as she collected her clothes and headed out naked.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Make sure you do things with my brother and tape it," she said. "Oh, and after Dad falls asleep, sneak into my room and munch on my cunt. If I'm sleeping, you better wake me up with that tongue licking my snatch."
"Okay," I said, swallowing. I glanced at the clock. My husband would be home from work soon. I had to get cleaned up.
* * *
Ryan Mitchel
I woke up feeling great after Mom ambushed me. I don't know what got into her, but I loved it. I was glad she was jealous of her sister. I had to use that tomorrow. I bet I could drive Britney out of the house, then it would be Mom and me.
And Aunt Mindy.
I dressed and headed downstairs. Dad was watching TV, home from work. He grunted to me and sipped at his bear. Mom was cooking in the kitchen. She glanced at me, her cheeks blushing bright. She wore a pair of shorts and a tank top.
I boldly put my hand on her ass and said, "Get Britney out of the house. I want to fuck you and Aunt Mindy together. I'll call her over and give her a big surprise."
"Your father's home," she whimpered as I squeezed her rump.
"So he is," I said and kneaded her ass.
"And your sister," she added.
Speak the brat's name, and she appeared. I heard her coming down the stairs and let go of Mom's ass. I headed for the fridge to grab a Pepsi. I pulled out the can and turned around my sister skipped into the kitchen. Mom stiffened.
"Hey, Brits," I said.
"Don't call me that," she hissed and glared at me. "That's not my name. It's Britney."