Two generations of lustful parents initiate the 18-year-old twins into the joys of incest (a fantasy).
This a tale of three generations of transgressive parents as they initiate Jim and Judy's newly turned 18-year-old twins into the family tradition. It is similar in structure to the Cabin Fever series of incestuous relations but without the reluctance and resistance that slowly crumbles in those stories. These folks embrace their unconventional, indeed taboo, tradition wholeheartedly. I'd love to hear from you and learn what works or doesn't work for you.Ch 1
They loved sex. That's the long and very short of it, though sex was never a short-term thing. Their sessions could go for hours and they were in the second hour of this one.
Pete was on his side, his hand between her thighs, oil glistened from her legs and torso. His fingers slid in and and through her labia and caressed the sweet folds of flesh that awaited him inside. Pam moaned. What else could she do? Her hand was on his cock, or part of it since the whole thing was far bigger than her hand. She moved her hand up and down, slowly, on his oiled instrument. Pete groaned.
"Agh, Pam, you know how to turn me on."
"So do you, you horny bastard."
Pete was 63, Pam 62. They had been fucking each other, and others, for decades but could not ever get enough. If their bedroom could talk it would recount all the couples that had passed through, including their own child, Judy, and her husband Jim.
He found her clit. Swollen, of course. Rubbed it, circled it, pulled on it and Pam moaned all the louder. He let his hand slide off her clit and glide up her belly to her breast. Her nipple was ripe with excitation. He twisted it, pushed his fingernail into it, slowly, till she gasped and groaned. His mouth found hers. They kissed, tongues rubbing against each other.
But Pete wanted more. He moved his body down, lost her grip on his cock but his mouth was now above her private zone and he lowered his lips to surround her clit. She writhed as he ran his tongue around her clit. He used two fingers on either side of her clit to add to its prominence and ensure that his tongue found every centimeter of this pearly delight. His other hand found her breast again, kneaded it, wound her nipple up into an ecstatic ball of delight.
"Are you going to fuck me?" Pam asked, impatient and eager.
"You bet, you sleezy whore."
"Fucking do it!"
Pete's cock was as hard as it could be and eager for a hot shelter.
"I'm going to fill you up with my cock and then my cum."
"Do it," she repeated as she grasped for his cock and spread her legs wider.
Pete mounted her. He kept his cock at the entry to her pussy. His head swiped up and down, stroking her clit and spread her pussy juices around her groin and upper thighs.
"Ah, jeez, stop teasing and fuck me!" Pam exclaimed again as she raised her ass, trying to impale her husband's cock.
He obliged and thrust the entire 9-inch shaft into her. He hit her cervix and she felt the bump. She was as full as she could be.
"You are a master fucker, Pete Duckworth."
"Not just for you," he said tauntingly.
"Not at all, but seeing you sink that tool in another pussy isn't half as hot as getting that big fat monster stuck inside of me, unless you're fucking Judy."
"Amen to that. Maybe we can work something out to do a two-for-one," he said mischievously.
"Can't wait. Can't wait for you to move that cock of yours and fuck me, mister."
Pete obliged. He slid in and out, out and in. Pam raked her fingernails along his abdomen, leaving red lines but no blood, a thrill that excited Pete almost as much as fucking his wife.
Every so often, he would thrust forward and arch up, resting on his arms above her, gazing at her 38D boobs and the rich red nipples that topped them. Then he would slowly withdraw and they could both see his cock emerge, inch by inch, glistening with her juices. The fucking resumed. Minutes passed. Groans and moans multiplied. His pace intensified. He was near a climax and Pam had already had two.
"Oh, God," he shouted. "Oh, fucking God, I'm cuming, cuming..." and great spurts of cum splashed into her pulsing chamber.
"Cum, keep cuming, fill me up with all that juice, you fucker," Pam exclaimed, as her body defied her mind and spasmed uncontrollably. Pete shot and shot, cum leaked out around his shaft but most of it could find no exit. She was full, and hot, and satisfied, at least for a little while.
Ch 2
Jim and Judy were a sprightly couple of 41 and 39 respectively. In great shape. Both had always valued exercise and sports. Jim was a wrestler in high school and had the solid muscles to prove it. Judy had played hockey and volleyball and taken up weightlifting with Jim after they met some 20 years ago. Their kids, twins, were now 18 in just a short time, and they too took to exercise like the classic fish to water. Jim, at 6 feet, 180 pounds, possessed a chiseled chest, strong legs, a bubble butt, and a prodigious cock. Judy was a robust 5'7" and exhibited her 37-22-36 figure unabashedly. Jim worked as a supervisor for a construction company and Judy has a part-time job as a trainer at their local gym.
Both of them loved to watch others have sex and they were enjoying the scene in front of them enormously. The couple was expressive and energetic and could not seem to get enough of each other. They sprawled on the bed, his cum oozing from her pussy and glistening on her thighs and his semi-erect cock.
Jim and Judy sat on a soft, upholstered sofa just five feet from the foot of the bed. Judy had her hand wrapped around Jim's cock. Naked, they watched enthusiastically and Jim noticed that a bead of pre-cum topped his hard cock. Thanks to Judy. He had his own hand between her legs and was slowly fingering her pussy. They did not want to orgasm, only stoke their desire as they watched the couple fuck wildly and then subside into post-orgasmic bliss.
"That was awesome," Judy said. "You guys are incredible. Still. It's like you're still fucking for the first time."
"That's how it feels. I can never get enough. Come over here so I can kiss you."
Judy obeyed immediately. She never hesitated to comply with her mother's sexual wishes.
Pam pulled her daughter down next to her, leaving Pete on the other side, and joined her lips to her daughters. Their kiss stretched through time as if it were an inexhaustible resource. Their tongues delighted in meeting their partner's. Still hot with lust, Pam thrust her tongue into Judy's mouth with abandon and saliva tricked down her daughter's chin.
Pam pulled back slightly. Judy realized her dad was caressing her breast, something she had been unaware of during the heated kiss.
"You know what to do, don't you? And Jim, get over here. You have your work cut out for you, too," Pam said.