Day 3, 10:14 am: I don’t think I can wait another minute - my skin is crawling, my brain buzzing.

But here he comes — jerking himself already. Progress.

He notices me, “Uh, hi Aunt Bette.” And stops touching himself.

That will never do. “Don’t stop on my account, dear. If I had a big old cock like that, I’d stroke it all the time.” And the way his hand is trembling, he’s itching, just like I am.

He blushes, “well, uh, yeah, but at home I’m not …” 

"Never you mind those stuffy ‘at home’ rules. Come sit down." He sighs in relief and plops down next to me. 

He just looks at me for a moment or two, but then his right hand strays down to his lovely cock. He can’t help himself. He whispers, “Funny — felt so wicked yesterday, but today….”

"Yes, dear?"

"It just feels a little weird."

"Give it time, darling. You should be stroking all the time, you know."

"All the time, Aunt Bette?"  As if he doesn’t do it for hours already.

"Oh, yes, most boys don’t stroke enough."  His pupils widen as I stare into his eyes.

He says, “I’m worried it’s so big.”

"If it bothers you, let me give you a hand." I reach down for his manhood — it is huge, almost burning my hand, fabulous — my new favorite toy.

As I start fondling him, he moans. “Oh, god, that’s awesome.”

I catch him staring at my tits, and he blushes almost crimson. Time for the next step. “We’re family, sweetie — go ahead and squeeze.”

"I can’t touch you there, Aunt Bette. Seems wicked."

"Not for long, dear, not for long."

He hesitates just for a moment, sighs, then cups my tits and leans down to run his tongue roughly all over my nipple. I’m tingling all over, so hot and horny. 

He shifts his face to mine, mouth open — he’s such a quick learner. I reach my tongue all the way in to reward him.

In the excitement, my hand twitches and I let go of him. 

He hisses, “Don’t stop, Bette, don’t fucking stop. Keep stroking my cock.” And thus wicked becomes weird becomes wonderful.

Darling Bobby is hooked: when I’m not there to take care of him, his right hand will be locked on his fine cock, which will be pulsing and drooling all the time. He’ll be stroking in his sleep. 

Time to take it further. I whisper, “Auntie’s cunt needs attention, baby.” He hesitates again, so I roll my fingers around the base of  his manhood and stroke up once, twice — and then his fingers are rubbing my slit. Excellent.

Bobby’s my goon boy now. His big prick is the joy stick I’ll use to steer him into my mouth, my bed, my cunt, my world. Just imagine what he’ll think is weird, tomorrow.

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Hunky nephews inevitably have aunts in their pants.

"Be good now, Sadie."

I rub my fingers up your chest — this is not an argument I’ll win with words.

"I don’t think we should be doing this."

Your mind worries about what you’re doing with your sister  …

"Mmmm, that’s so nice."

… but your cock is starting to see things my way.

"Sadie, don’t do that."

Silly boy. Now that I have you in my hands, there’s only one way this ends. And by the way you’re drooling pre-cum, any moment now.

"Oh my god, your tongue is amazing. Why did we wait so long?"

I do believe incest has gone to your head.

"Sadie, oh, mmmm, Sadie, you’re so bad, so hot, so beautiful."

And, finally, covered in your sweet cum, so in control.

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"It’s nasty, Mummy."
"Don’t care. You won’t either, soon, " she says, as her pussy devours another inch of my cock. If only I had the strength to push her off.
"You’re evil."
"Guess so," she hisses and works her cunt further around me, rubbing her bush on my crotch. "And you’re enchanting," she says. Her pussy lips nibble my balls. "And so damn hard." If only I could find the words to make her stop.
She’s managed to keep me here, right at the edge, for an hour. 
"I can’t move."
"No need, sweetie. Your cock is so fucking big. Let Mummy do all the work." She works her hands up my chest, helping me breath, making my skin tingle. If only I could … 
"Say it," she says, licking my ear, "say it, darling." I hate that she knows.
"Please," I say, gasping.  She stops, cold. Dammit.
"Please, what, lover?" She’s enjoying her power.
"Please, gotta cum."
She twitches, stops. I’m almost there, but I don’t have the strength to thrust.
"So you’ll be my nasty boy today?" She twitches. 
"Yes, fuck, yes, please, yes."
Another slow twitch. “And my nasty, evil boy tomorrow?” Two more, a little faster.
"I will, yes, please, please, please."
Now three, faster still — my cock pulses.
"And the day after that?"
"Yes!"
"And the one after that?" Barely a whisper. 
"Yes, fuck, yes, forever, please" — she’s twitches again and again and again and again — “Yes, and ever, yes, yes, oh yes.” And the geyser of cum rises from my balls, my belly, my lungs, and into her, so deeply into her.
Can’t keep my eyes open. Her last, sweet whisper, “And always, darling boy — now you’re enchanted, too.” And sleep.
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"It’s nasty, Mummy."

"Don’t care. You won’t either, soon, " she says, as her pussy devours another inch of my cock. If only I had the strength to push her off.

"You’re evil."

"Guess so," she hisses and works her cunt further around me, rubbing her bush on my crotch. "And you’re enchanting," she says. Her pussy lips nibble my balls. "And so damn hard." If only I could find the words to make her stop.

She’s managed to keep me here, right at the edge, for an hour. 

"I can’t move."

"No need, sweetie. Your cock is so fucking big. Let Mummy do all the work." She works her hands up my chest, helping me breath, making my skin tingle. If only I could … 

"Say it," she says, licking my ear, "say it, darling." I hate that she knows.

"Please," I say, gasping.  She stops, cold. Dammit.

"Please, what, lover?" She’s enjoying her power.

"Please, gotta cum."

She twitches, stops. I’m almost there, but I don’t have the strength to thrust.

"So you’ll be my nasty boy today?" She twitches. 

"Yes, fuck, yes, please, yes."

Another slow twitch. “And my nasty, evil boy tomorrow?” Two more, a little faster.

"I will, yes, please, please, please."

Now three, faster still — my cock pulses.

"And the day after that?"

"Yes!"

"And the one after that?" Barely a whisper. 

"Yes, fuck, yes, forever, please" — she’s twitches again and again and again and again — “Yes, and ever, yes, yes, oh yes.” And the geyser of cum rises from my balls, my belly, my lungs, and into her, so deeply into her.

Can’t keep my eyes open. Her last, sweet whisper, “And always, darling boy — now you’re enchanted, too.” And sleep.

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He’d meant for her to catch him like this. She hadn’t meant to wrap her lips around his fat prick, but once she kissed the tip she craved a taste.
He’d been thinking long and hard about how lonely and needy and hot she was. Her hand had slipped down to cup his balls without a thought, but the soft skin felt so right beneath her fingertips.
She was surprised at his size — for her? He’d expected her to have a big appetite.
Now her tongue couldn’t help but swirl around his cockhead, and he was ready to help them both. His hand was there, gentle but firm. to make sure she didn’t miss a drop. 
She knew it felt good, too good, and he knew his sweet cum was about to make her tingle down to her toes.
She was afraid that this Mother’s Day would change everything. He couldn’t wait. Her first swallow would make his day, and then he’d make her night, every night —  whatever it took for his little swimmers to find her eggs.
They’d have something to celebrate on Father’s Day.
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He’d meant for her to catch him like this. She hadn’t meant to wrap her lips around his fat prick, but once she kissed the tip she craved a taste.

He’d been thinking long and hard about how lonely and needy and hot she was. Her hand had slipped down to cup his balls without a thought, but the soft skin felt so right beneath her fingertips.

She was surprised at his size — for her? He’d expected her to have a big appetite.

Now her tongue couldn’t help but swirl around his cockhead, and he was ready to help them both. His hand was there, gentle but firm. to make sure she didn’t miss a drop. 

She knew it felt good, too good, and he knew his sweet cum was about to make her tingle down to her toes.

She was afraid that this Mother’s Day would change everything. He couldn’t wait. Her first swallow would make his day, and then he’d make her night, every night —  whatever it took for his little swimmers to find her eggs.

They’d have something to celebrate on Father’s Day.

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"C’mere, you silly," I say, spitting a gob of cum into Tammy’s mouth. "There’s more than enough."

She swallows and, as she gets the taste, her eyes are still burning, but now with lust, not anger.

She was just jealous, the way she curled herself around him. Most moms are that way about their sons - they just won’t admit it to themselves.

"Oh, god, so good," she moans. She’s greedy for more. I loved feeding my little sister when we were girls. This is just a little more sexy and a little less innocent.

Bobby’s cock is still hard, pointing right up at the ceiling. They both need relief, bad. I look up at him and say, “now.”

Since the day I blurted out, “this would be perfect for your mom,” as he was lickig my pussy, he’s wanted this. To screw her, be her perfect lover. And then he caught me with my Tommy, and he made me promise to make it happen.

So, every afternoon, I taught him. Every afternoon, I teased him: “This will make her moan.” “She’ll lose her mind.” “You’re gonna make her an addict.” And every afternoon, he got a little more insistent. Yesterday, I kept him overnight, cause I worried he’d just grab her before the time was right.

And now it is: He slams into her doggy-style, and as she rocks towards me, a bit of cum dribbles out of her mouth — I can’t stop myself from licking it off.

She grunts with each of his thrusts. She tries to speak as he drives into her deeper and deeper: ”So sorry - oh, wow — I just — oh, my god — I thought I’d —fuck, oh, Bobby, fuck, fuck, fuck — I can’t….”

She used to think it was little weird that I’d taken Tommy off by himself to celebrate his 18th, but there’ll be plenty of time to gloat later. Right now, I just want her to get lost in the moment. I say, ”Shhh, sweety — no point in talking when you’re being fucked senseless.

"You’re a smart lady, so that may take a while, but bad boys can make their mommas cum for hours, and Tommy’s a very bad boy."

When we were little, we used to fight and hoard our toys. Now that we’re grown, we’re gonna fuck and share our boys. The best kind of home-cumming.

No one tells you how hot it is.

You get right away that it’s messy. And, as the warmth hits your cheeks, you worry about looking slutty. But, once it dribbles over your lips and into your mouth, your cunt twitches. So distracting.

He keeps cumming, drenching your tits. You rub the warm, white honey into your skin.  Your nipples have never been so sensitive, so responsive: two irresistibly juicy clits.

You can’t help but touch them. Your cunt twitches faster. Those sluts were way ahead of you and you gotta make up for lost time. So you squeeze, and your brain clouds.

A voice interrupts from downstairs — “Bobby, do you know where your sister is?”

That cuts through the fog and you realize just what you’re doing and with whom. So you look up and see it’s just as good for him, as he stares at you and wrestles his cock closer to your mouth.

No one tells you about the craving. Your tongue spasms, greedy for every last drop.

He keeps milking himself and, finally, manages to croak out. “I kinda got my hands full up here, Mom, but I’m sure she’ll be cumming any moment now.”

His hot orgasm sauce and your cherries on top — the perfect incest sundae.

No one tells you how quickly lust becomes worship.

You can’t help but wonder — if this is already so good, so nasty, so twitchy, what if you let him cum in your cunt, deep inside? What would it be like to be so sensitive, all over? Those cherries aren’t going to last long, because a good slut has got to try it all, and you’re going to be perfect, for him.

All your friends would love to know, but you’re going to be way too busy learning all the ways to make your brother cum, licking his creamy baby juice off your lips, and guiding his fat prick into your pussy to tell them, anytime soon.