Interrupted Incestuous Passion
April 10th, 2027 -- Clinton "Clint" Elliston II
I woke up early.
We were having guests over for dinner so I wanted to get some more work done on my prep for court in a few days. A lawyer's work was never done. And then there was more research to begin challenging the bigamy laws in California. I planned on using all the same techniques the gay rights attorneys had.
I left Melody and Pam sleeping and stumbled out naked. Just down the hall was a special room where four of our women slept together: Lee, my mother, Aunt Vicky, and Mrs. Hiragawa. Our four sex slaves. There were four remotes hanging on the door outside of them, each one labeled with a name.
I blinked, bleary-eyed. I swayed for a moment, my toes flexing into the carpet as I struggled to gather my mind. My bladder was full, pushing on me. I had to pee badly. I grabbed the one labeled
Clint's Mother
from between the ones labeled
Pam's Mother
and
Melody's Mother
. The forth was labeled merely
Filth.
Lee had written that herself.
I hit the button on the remote I chose.
In the room, I heard a groan. The bed creaked. More murmurs. Stumbling footsteps. The door opened to reveal my mother's sleepy face, her bleached-blonde hair matted and tousled. She was naked, her large breasts swaying. She focused on me. From between her thighs, a vibrator hummed away, activated by the remote in her hand.
"Good morning, Master," she moaned. She pressed against me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, her boobs soft on my chest. "Do you need your Mommy-slave's attendance."
I grinned at her. "Don't I always?"
She smiled at me, her brown eyes coming more and more awake. "Then you just let your Mommy-slave love you and take care of you."
She sank to her knees, her large breasts dragging down my chest and stomach. She knelt before me and grabbed my cock. She seized it in a tight grip. She pumped up and down my girth, stroking me with a hungry look growing in her eyes.
She kissed the tip. Her tongue played with the slit for a moment. I groaned at the incestuous thrill that raced through me. In a few days, I'd be on one of the shows on Fox News. I was going anywhere I could get my message out. It was a shame I couldn't talk about
this
delight.
Her lips slid over my cock. She sealed it, staring up at me as she lightly nursed. I ran my hand through her bleached-blonde hair. I gripped a fistful. The vibrator hummed away, stirring up her pussy. I sighed and relaxed my bladder.
My piss streamed out of me. A powerful rush. That almost sexual delight of pissing ran through me. I groaned out my exhilaration as my mother's cheeks bulged for a moment, then she gulped down the bitter liquid. Submissive love shone in her eyes as she drank down my urine.
"God, yes," I groaned, the pee flowing out of me.
I loved pissing in a woman's mouth. A sex slaves willing mouth. My mother drank my piss, moaning around my cock. The stimulation added to the delight of urinating. It was over far, far too fast. The last urine was flooding into her. A shiver ran through me as the stream petered out in a few spurts.
She sucked hard, drawing out the last of it. She moaned, her hands gripping my thighs. Her tongue prodded at my slit like she was trying to work out the last of the urine trapped in my urethra. Then she just groaned.
And blew me.
Her head bobbed up and down, working her lips along my shaft. Her blonde hair rustled about her face. My Mommy-slut sucked me with hunger. Her fingernails bit into my hip. She sucked and slurped and loved me with all the hunger she could muster. Her head twisted from side to side. Her lips slid up and down my cock. The suction was incredible.
"Damn, Mommy-slave," I groaned. "Just hungry for my cum."
She nodded, moaning.
"Yeah, you want to guzzle your son's jizz after you drank down all my piss, don't you?"
"Of course she does," Melody murmured.
My sister-wife padded down the hall, naked. Her sandy-blonde hair was a wild mess. Her round breasts bounced. In her late-twenties, she was as sexy now as she had been that first day over a decade ago when we made love in my stuffy, attic bedroom.
"She loves drinking your cum like the filthy slut she is." Melody stopped beside us. Her hand joined mine on my mother's head. "Isn't that right, Aunt Cheryl?"
My mom moaned, nodding her head. She sucked harder, nursing with hunger on my cock. She worshiped it. I groaned, my balls eager to unloaded their first blasts of cum for the day. Melody leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips, her tongue darting around inside of my mouth for a wonderful moment.
She broke it and studied the remotes. Then she picked up her younger sister's,
Filth.
She pressed the button and a, "Yes!" hissed from the bedroom. An energetic scramble and then Lee appeared. My half-sister fell to her knees, such joy on her face while her vibrator buzzed away. "Good morning, Sister-Mistress!"
"Get that nasty mouth on my cunt right now, you piece of filth!" Melody hissed. "I want to drown you in piss and cunt cream."
Lee looked like she was in heaven. She loved drowning in both. Literally. When she was rewarded, it was often to just have everyone in the family take turns pissing on her. She couldn't wait for our daughter, Amber, to turn eighteen just so Lee could experience the depravity from her own flesh and blood.
Amber was nearly nine, so that was still some years off.
Lee pressed her face between Melody's thighs. I watched them while enjoying my mother's hungry, sucking mouth. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She sucked with passion on me. With such wonderful hunger. My balls twitched and throbbed. The pressure was building and building in them. The delight swelled and swelled. It wouldn't be long before I was cumming down my mother's mouth.
Melody let out a long groan. The sound of her piss splashing into our sister's slave mouth had the pressure building in my balls. I placed my hand on my sister-wife's ass, giving her a squeeze. Melody smiled at me, her round breasts jiggling as she shuddered.
