The darkness in my brain was slowly replaced by more vivid colors. A hazy image of the living room came to life, followed by some sounds emerging from the peaceful nothingness. As the blurry pictures became more focused, I glanced around and recognized my couch.
My son and I were sitting on it and making out, passionately kissing and necking. His mouth and lips were grazing all over my naked body and it felt so good. I loved and enjoyed the way he cupped my breasts and sucked my nipples. He paid so much attention to them. His tongue traced the circle of my dark areola and periodically flicked my nipple. It was lovely and my eyes never left him, as he was making love to my breasts.
Then he slowly kissed his way over my tummy down to my pussy. He planted tender kisses on my smooth shaven pubic mound and along the onset of my thighs, all the while his fingertips were floating gracefully over my curves, igniting tender shivers. As his mouth reached my pussy, he ate it with all his passion. It felt so good and small whimpers escaped my lips. I was running my fingers through his beautiful hair and massaging his scalp. His head was buried in my warm folds, and I enjoyed the arousal his talented tongue was giving me. As the pleasures intensified, I tilted my head and closed my eyes. My head was slowly rolling from side to side on the soft backrest of the couch. I was moaning and really loved what Johnny was doing to me. He had such a wonderful way in licking and sucking my clit and lips, and periodically he darted his stiffened tongue into my cunt.
As I opened my eyes, I noticed my daughter was coming down the stairs. A jolt of fear and embarrassment shot through me. I was so shocked, and wanted to hide what Johnny and I were doing. I tried to reach for the blanket to cover ourselves up. It was lying on the floor, but it was too far away for me to get hold of it. Oh god, it is too late. There is no way I can hide what we sinners are doing.
I thought remorsefully. I felt so ashamed and wanted to crawl into a hole.
Somehow, I always feared that our sinful relations would be discovered one day, but I never thought it would happen like this, getting caught red handed. I closed my eyes and hoped she would go away. I hoped it was just a mirage.
After a few seconds I opened my eyes, and she was still there. But something strange happened. As I glanced back at her I was overwhelmed by her beauty. She looked so great with her voluptuous boobs spilling out over her tight tank-top. Her strawberry blond hair, which was usually just hanging down straight, dangled playfully in curls over her forehead and over her shoulders. It was shining so bright and almost looked angelic. She was wearing a very short mini skirt and looked somewhat younger and slimmer. She stopped and turned towards us. She placed her hands on the railing and started to rub her lower body against the spindle of the banister. Her surprised facial expression had quickly changed into a lustful one, and the flickers in her eyes were filled with desire.
I was mesmerized; I had never seen her like this. I always thought of her being a prude, just like her father.
She took one hand and slid it under her short skirt and started rubbing her pussy. Barely audible I could hear her moan and I found it to be very arousing. I couldn't take my eyes off her, I was totally hypnotized. She put her fingers under the strap of her tank top and slid it gracefully over her shoulder down her arm. With anticipation I watched as she seductively lowered the tank top and exposed her breast. Her skin looked so flawless and perfect in the dimmed light. Gosh, what a beautiful, voluptuous breast; so big, so full and round.
And her areola really stood out, it was so big and bright pink. It screamed at me, Come lick me, suck me, I taste so good!
She cupped her huge tit with her right hand and jiggled it, and I watched as it was bouncing up and down. Then she played with her pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers, pulling and stretching it, as if it was play-dough. She was so far and yet so close. I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to lick and suck that huge, long hard nipple of hers. I could almost feel and taste it in my mouth, as I swallowed the abundance of saliva which had formed in my mouth.
Then she reached for her panties and started pulling them extremely slow down her thighs. Bit by bit her hands moved her black lace panties down her legs, while she swayed her body seductively. Then one hand reached out and held onto the railing, as she stepped out of them. My eyes followed her every move. She bent down to retrieve her sexy panties, draped it over her index finger, reached over the railing and let it flutter down to the floor.
My heart was racing and I got carried away with my emotions. My fingers started twitching with greed to touch her.
She sat down on the step and spread her legs apart exposing her sex. Her skin was very fair, it wasn't tanned like mine. Her pussy was surrounded by curly light pubic hair. It looked so soft, untouched and angel like. My mouth was salivating, craving to taste her. She took her fingers and rubbed her pink little clit, and she kept staring right into my eyes. Her eyes were shining like diamonds in the sky and pieced right through me. Then she slid two fingers into her pink cunt and finger fucked it. She enjoyed what she was doing, and so was I; it was the most enchanting thing I've every seen. This was a side of her I never knew existed.
After pleasuring her pink glistening pussy for sometime, she took her fingers back out and brought them up to her face. Her eyes were fixed on mine, while she inhaled her own pussy scent. Then she closed her eyes as she exhaled, accompanied by a long contented sigh.
I was aroused to the max, I took a deep, deep breath, and I could smell her. Oh god, I want to taste her—no, I need to taste her!
I tried to yell, “Come over here sweetie.” But nothing came out.
I just sat there helplessly on the couch, being eaten out by my son, while watching my daughter pleasuring herself on the staircase. Sinful urges erupted from the hidden depths of my dark devious mind. I was so hot and filled with lust. This greedy desire to eat my daughter’s cunt was overwhelming. I wanted to smell and taste her scent; I wanted to explore her young cunt. I wanted to lick and suck her lips. I wanted to make her cum and drink her fresh, sweet serum.
Then she got up, and floated down the steps as if she was walking on a cloud. She looked so alluring and enchanting. She never stopped looking at me and the closer she came, the more clearly I could see the sparkles in her eyes. They begged for attention, for love and carnal lust. She looked like a devil in disguise, so endearing and promiscuous. No one could bring up the strength to resist her, not a man nor a woman. Her sexual presence was undeniable tantalizing and irresistible. I desired her and I needed to have my way with her!
I had sexual encounters with other females in the past, and enjoyed it tremendously. But I never ever experienced such a powerful sexual attraction to any of them. There was no more logical reasoning. I was so fucking drunk and feverish with desire, and I wanted to have my daughter.
She strutted from the stairs towards the living room with a devilish smile on her face. I was purely captivated by her. As she walked behind the couch getting closer, the subtle scent of her opium perfume drifted through the air. Feathery little sensations coursed through my brain as I inhaled her unique fragrance. She came closer and closer, and my heart swelled up with heat. I tilted my head more back on the couch’s backrest, as she started to bend down. Her face moved closer, and I melted as our lips touched. It was so soft and sensuous. But it lasted all too briefly. She pulled back, and instantly a feeling of disappointment shot through me. I reached up, grabbed her and pulled her face back down to mine. I searched for her mouth, and then my lips met hers again. Wet and eagerly I kissed her and she reciprocated. Her soft full lips tasted so sweet and fresh like the morning dew. The swirling dance of our tongues was so tantalizing and had me quivering with excitement. I was swept away by a very warm wave of emotions.
Johnny stopped pleasuring my pussy and looked up. He was momentarily stunned. With his mouth agape he just stared at us in disbelief. He hadn’t noticed his sister earlier.
“Wow sis, is that really you?” he asked.
“Well what does it look like, horny little brother of mine?’ she answered in a sexy, smoky voice.
Johnny’s face lit up and his eyes were glowing like the ones of a hungry wolf. And yet, his demeanor was gentle like a lamb. He stood up and knelt beside me on the couch and we shared wet kisses, the three of us. Our lips and tongues were moving from one face to the other, while each one of us moaned a bit. It felt more sensual than lustful. And our hands touched and caressed one another very lovingly.
Then Johnny stood up, walked around the couch and stretched out his hand, inviting Jessica to join him. She laid her hand into his and followed him like a well behaved young woman. He brought her around, and offered her to take a seat next to me on the couch. With a beguiling smile on her face she sat down beside me. My heart was racing and my hands were so eager to touch her. I couldn't wait another second, and I reached out and slid my hand over her bare voluptuous bosom. Oh god it feels so soft and warm. I've never felt such a sumptuous tit in my life,
coursed through my mind.
I was so taken back with her boob and couldn't stop touching, caressing and feeling it. She lowered her tank top and denuded her other gorgeous breast. Mine and Johnny’s hands were all over her; gliding over her opulent boobs and her gorgeous body. And so were our mouths and tongues. We alternated pleasuring different parts of her desirable body. While one was kissing her lips and neck, the other one was occupied licking and sucking her breasts, working her nipples into a big swollen peak. Whimpers and moans escaped her lips, and her face was glowing with happiness.
I was overcome with my devious craving; I needed to lick her sweet little cunt this instant. But I was still not quite sure if she would let me. I fell down to my knees in front of her and pushed her legs gently apart. I was mesmerized as she opened them up without any hesitation. I never would have suspected that my daughter could be so willing and sexually inclined.
I stared at her pink fluffy pussy and her glistening lips, and got closer and closer. My tongue reached out and made contact with her warm flesh. It was so fresh and delicate, and tasted so good. Better than sweet honey wine. My tongue slid up and down between her slick lips, savoring her unique womanhood scent. It was intoxicating and I couldn’t stop myself from feasting on her pussy. I licked and sucked it, like I never had one. My mouth was hungry to eat her lips and to suck her little clit. I could feel it swelling up under my sucking and tender bites. I was so into it, devouring her genitals and lapping up her sweet honey. My eagerness to give her pleasures no mother should ever give to her own daughter, surged higher and higher.
Enthusiastically I pushed her legs up and placed them over my shoulder and started licking her pussy again, devouring it with all my passion. It had become so wet from her sweet honey and my saliva, and it eventually covered part of her butt cheeks and her crack. Even my face was all wet and sticky.
As I pulled back to take a few deep breaths, I couldn't help but get aroused by looking at her rosebud. It was so pink and pretty like a flower. It was so enticing and inviting. Instinctively I bent down and licked and rimmed it. Then I teased it by poking my tongue into it slightly. Her body shivered and I knew she loved what I was doing to her. So I increased my pleasuring, licking more vivaciously and pistoned my stiffened tongue into her sweet hole. It didn’t only look like a flower, it even tasted like one. I never ever licked such a sweet hole like hers, and I was totally into it.
In the meantime, Johnny had gotten up and onto the couch. He stood right in front of his sister, with his legs apart and his knees slightly bent. I could hear the salacious sounds of her sucking his dick, and both of them humming with the delight.
I took my mouth off her sweet ass to see the action up there. I watched in awe how his big cock was driving in and out of her mouth, and deep into her throat. It was so lovely, seeing her full, red lips wrapped around his shaft. His balls were slapping against her chin and they moaned and groaned in different octaves. Sounds are such a vital mode of communication between human beings; it conveys the needs and pleasures they are feeling. And I was so aware of theirs. Because I, myself was filled with forbidden lust and indescribable sensations; me as their mother, wanting my son and my daughter being so unrestrained, and giving into their animalistic cravings, and acting like primates.
I was so horned up and so desirous of seeing my daughter getting fucked by her brother. I motioned for them to get off the couch and I laid down on it. I asked Jessica to climb on top of me in a sixty-nine position, and she happily complied. Her cheerful brashness was so refreshing; I still had a hard time believing this was actually happening.
Johnny’s cock was so hard and I could see the carnal lust in his eyes. I knew he wanted to fuck his sister, and I could hardly wait to see him doing it.
I put two cushions under my head to raise my face higher to meet Jessica’s pussy, who was perched up on her knees. As Jessica started to lick my pussy, I started doing hers. Johnny positioned himself behind her, and I watched as his engorged knob made its way between her pink, slick lips. Then slowly his cock inched into my daughter’s wet cunt. By the looks of it I knew it was way tighter than mine. His elongated throbbing shaft disappeared slowly in her love channel, and his balls hit my forehead as he had submerged himself deep inside of her. I was enthralled watching his cock sliding in and out of her pink wet pussy, while feeling her teeth biting down hard on my clit with every single one of his thrusts.
He picked up his pace, and rammed her with his youthful stamina. Her body was trembling and muffled sounds escaped her mouth while feasting on mommy’s pussy. I got the feeling that she enjoyed sex just as much as I do. I sucked her clit and bit it tenderly and was looking forward for her to climax. The shaking of her body became heavier, and so did her vocal expressions of pleasure.
Johnny pulled his cock all the way out and shoved it with one quick jab back in, gave her a few quick pumps and repeated his action. It drove her to the edge and I could feel her climax getting near. I was so ecstatic and filled with hope that she was a squirter just like her mommy.
To my surprise she yelled out, “Oh Johnny, fuck my ass! Fuck your sis’ ass, now!”
Johnny retracted his cock and I watched as he slowly submerged his enlarged knob in her sweet rosebud. It slid in bit by bit, until it had disappeared completely, and then his long thick shaft followed. I was totally amazed how well my daughter could take his huge cock up her ass. I was so fucking turned on and licked her clit like crazy.
Then Johnny accelerated and plowed her salacious sweet hole ferociously. Her body rocked from his pounding and she moaned uncontrollably. Within minutes her body went into wild convolutions. Her pussy contracted and spewed her divine honey wine all over my face and mouth. Feverishly I gobbled it up, as if it was my elixir of life and I depended on it.
I was in such a trance and could feel my own climax building up. As it reached its peak, it swept through my body like flood-waters, just like the Hoover dam gates were being opened up. In ecstasy I yelled out, “Oh fuck, I am cumming!”
My eyes flew open. I was ripped out off my dream by my own screaming and found myself staring at the ceiling, and not at my daughter’s sweet pussy. I was shocked! It all felt so real; the sensations, the pleasures and even my climax. I was soaking wet between my legs, and so was the couch beneath me. Wow, what a dream. If that’s what alcohol does, I will be having some more often,
Johnny was awakened by my screaming as well. He looked around the living room with sleepy, questionable eyes.
“What...what was that? Did you hear something, too?”
“Hmm, I thought I did, must have been on TV. I guess.” I used as an excuse.
I sure had no intentions telling him anything about my dream. Having those sinful desires for my son is somewhat understandable, but what just had happened now in my dream, is a no-no. Taboo! Get it out off your head! Isn't it enough what you are already doing?
I asked myself. How much deeper do you want to dig yourself into the muddy waters of incest? Isn't there one ounce of decency in you, huh? We no longer live in Sodom and Gomorrah, do we? This will never ever happen, point finale!
I turned off the TV which was still flickering and turned to my son.
“Let’s go to bed sweetie, and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day.” And he followed me like a little lamb.
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