Capítulo 4053: SISTER NYMPH
"Can we stop here? Maybe I can find someone in the grocery store." Samantha sat in the passenger seat as her mother drove them home from the doctor's office.
"No." Nancy merged over into the lane that would take them home. "You can't just find random people every time."
"You don't understand! The pressure's been building since we left."
"Didn't you take those meds the doctor gave you?"
"You saw me do it. They don't seem to be helping." Sam squirmed in her seat. "I really need something."
"Just be patient. We're almost home. I'll figure something out."
Nancy had heard her daughter screaming in her bedroom earlier that day. When, she'd gone to investigate, she'd discovered Samantha using two dildos to masturbate: one in her pussy and the other in her ass. She'd been screaming in frustration.
Apparently, dildos just weren't doing it anymore.
Nancy understood. She'd been struggling with the same weakness her entire life. Luckily, she'd found Samantha's father early on and he'd never had a reason to leave. She'd made sure of it.
Now Samantha had her same problem. Her same desperate need. Her same insatiable libido. Except, she didn't have a partner, and Nancy would not have her daughter allowing herself to become a common whore just to satisfy her urges.
Unfortunately, the medication didn't seem to be helping either.
They pulled into the driveway and Justin, Samantha's older brother, stepped outside to meet them. He'd heard his sister's cries in the past and knew she'd been taken to the doctor, but he had no idea why.
He was about to find out.
"Is everything alright? Sam? You feeling OK?" Justin had always been a responsible older brother.
"I'll explain inside. Just go. Your sister needs your help."
Samantha looked at Nancy in horror. Nancy just rolled her eyes and waved at her to follow her inside. She'd heard what Sam had been imagining during her frustrating masturbation sessions. Now, she'd get to act them out.
They shuffled into the house, Nancy holding the door for her daughter. Samantha was a short brunette at 5' 2", shorter than Nancy by about four inches. They shared hair color, though Sam wore hers down and Nancy preferred to contain her own locks within a ponytail. Sam was also rather busty for a girl her size. Something else she'd inherited from Nancy - though they looked larger on Sam's small frame.
Having met their father early in life and spending so much of their time having sex, it was no surprise when Nancy had gotten pregnant with Justin at 18. Robin, the middle girl, had popped out one year later, followed quickly by Samantha. Nancy had decided to start the pill after that. Now, Samantha was eighteen, having just graduated high school.
Luckily, the urges hadn't hit her during school.
But now, here they were. And her daughter needed help. She couldn't help herself, nor could the doctors. Better to get help in a safe and controlled environment. At least, that was how Nancy justified the decision to herself.
"Justin, please join me and your sister in her bedroom." Nancy raised an arm towards Samantha's door. Her children complied. Nancy could see a hint of excitement in her daughter's eyes, even if she was trying to hide it. She should feel lucky.
Nancy followed them into the room and closed the door behind her. How do I even start this?
"What's going on, mom?" Justin had leaned against Samantha's dresser, his arms crossed. "Is Sam OK?"
"Your sister is medically fine." Samantha had sat herself on her bed. No doubt in preparation. She squirmed. "But she needs help psychologically and physically."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm a nymphomaniac." Samantha met her brother's eye.
"Isn't that a person who, like, loves trees or something?"
"It means she loves sex." Nancy stared her son down. Only way to do this is to be blunt. "She has a recurring, desperate need to orgasm. She can no longer do it herself and the medications the doctors gave her are not working."
"What? That doesn't sound real. More like something someone made up as a poor excuse for a porn." Justin looked back and forth between his mother and sister, but they both just gave him straight expressions. "You're serious?"
"Completely. And, right now, she's feeling the urge."
Justin looked away from his sister and stood up straight, his arms crossing tighter across his chest. Nancy approached him. He looked so much like his father at that age. Straight brown hair, combed forward. Slight stubble. Bright gray eyes. "Your sister needs your help."
Justin looked down at his mother. "You can't seriously be asking me to-" He looked across Nancy's shoulder at Samantha. "To do what I think you're asking me to do?"
"It's better you than a bunch of random guys she'd otherwise go out and find. You should have heard her on the car ride over."
Samantha spoke from behind Nancy. "There's just so much pressure in me. I need release. I can't help it."
Justin's expression softened after hearing his sister's plight. Nancy poked him in the chest. "Are you going to step up and help her?"
Justin again looked back and forth between the two women. A number of expressions rose to his face. Finally, he said, "If she wants me to, I'll help however best I can."
"YES!" Samantha sounded more eager than her previous feigned horror would have suggested. "Come help me big brother!"
Nancy turned around and saw that Samantha had opened her legs wide and reached out her arms to Justin. Justin, still seeming hesitant, walked passed Nancy and carefully lowered himself over his sister. She embraced him with her arms and legs, pulling his crotch down to meet hers.
Nancy felt awkward standing there. She wasn't sure if she should leave and give them privacy, or stay to show her support and make the process more clinical. Samantha pulled Justin's shirt off from the back, showing his nicely defined lats. Nancy decided to stay.
Her son's body was blocking her view and she wanted to make sure things were proceeding respectfully, so Nancy walked around to the end of the bed. Samantha had already brought her face up and was kissing Justin frantically. Justin just held his head in place, allowing it to happen, but not participating.
"Your sister needs you to kiss her back. This won't help her if you're distant."
Justin darted his eyes to his mother, then back to his sister. Samantha pulled his head down, smashing his lips against her own. Justin, now fully laying on top of his sister, took one arm that had previously been holding him up, and placed it on Samantha's breast. After a moment, he started to squeeze. His eyes closed, he turned his face, and his lips opened wider.
"There you go. Be a good brother and help your sister." Nancy felt a subtle warmth bloom within her.
The siblings started to buck their hips against each other. Justin, his hesitation seeming to finally leave him, grabbed his sister's other breast. Samantha broke the kiss by licking up the side of his face, then saying, "Take off my shirt. I want to feel your bare hands maul my tits."
Justin simply slid his hands down his sister's torso, slipping his thumbs below the hem of her shit, and pulled it up over her breasts. He quickly pulled her bra down below the mounds. They didn't move much, despite the lack of support. Justin resumed his squeezing against his sister's exposed flesh.
"Mmmm..." Samantha ran her hands up and down her brother's back. "That feels weird, but so good." She kissed him again.
"Is this scratching the itch?" Nancy felt her own itch starting to develop.
Samantha broke the kiss, but held her brother's head against her neck. "It's definitely a start." She smiled wickedly. "But I think my itch is deeper. It's somewhere inside me."
Justin humped against his sister's crotch with more force than he had been, and held there. "Oh fuck!"
Samantha's wicked smile turned to one of glee. She turned back to her brother. "Does that excite you, big brother? The idea of scratching an itch inside your little sister?" She grabbed his face and kissed him again. "I can feel your excitement pressed against me. Should we unleash it?"
Justin resumed his humping motion, grinding himself against his sister. Samantha matched his movements. She arched her back against him, pulling herself up using his back as leverage. Her tits smashed against his bare chest. "Ohhhh! Can you feel that, big brother? Can you feel my titties smashed against your chest? Do you like humping against your sister?"
Justin growled and grabbed Samantha's hair, pulling her head back and licking her neck. She looked to her mother. "Oh God, mommy. He's so hard against me. It's so good!"
Nancy pinched her legs together, still telling herself she was watching to keep things clinical. She cleared her throat. "Don't waste time on things that aren't going to help. This is just meant to be a deterrent against you finding random men. Get the itched scratched and be done."
Samantha's wicked smile returned. She regarded her brother again. "You hear that, big brother? Mommy thinks we need to speed things up. Mommy says we need to get to the good part." She brought her lips right to Justin's ear. "Mommy says we need to fuck."
Justin turned to Nancy, his shocked look returned. "Are you sure, mom? Is this really OK?"
Nancy was getting impatient. She needed this to be over soon and she needed her husband to get home quickly. Her itch was getting stronger. She formed a fist and clenched her teeth. "Yesss." She swallowed. "You need to fuck your sister. She needs your help."
"Help me by fucking me, big brother! Help me by fucking me!"
"Jesus Christ." Justin moved down and put one of his sister's nipples in his mouth while pulling his pants down to his ankles. His erection sprung out, precum had gathered at the tip and smeared against his length.
Nancy formed her other hand into a fist.
Justin stood up and gripped Samantha's leggings. Samantha looked down her body at her brother's. "Oh WOW, big brother. Is that for me? Are you going to give me alllll of that?"
Justin met her eyes. Nancy could see the fire in his expression, even from the side. "I'm going to give it to you, and you're going to take everything I give you." He pulled his sister's leggings off with her panties. Her shaved lips glistened with moisture. "Are you wet, baby sister?"
"I'm so fucking wet for you." Samantha held out her arms. "Come here, big brother."
Justin gripped his cock, aiming at his sister's wet pussy. He looked to his mother, silently asking for permission to deflower her daughter.
"Just fuck her! She needs it so bad." Nancy felt herself rotating her hips and stopped herself.
"I do! I need it so bad, big brother."
Justin looked down at his mostly nude, eighteen year old sister. She'd never had a boyfriend. As far as Nancy knew, only the dildos she'd seen Samantha using had ever entered her daughter's body. Justin was about to take his baby sister's virginity. As a good brother should, Nancy thought to herself.
Justin pushed forward and started to feed his cock into his baby sister's pussy. Samantha arched her back again. "Ohhhhhhhhh! THAT'S it." She looked to Nancy. "Thank you for letting my brother fuck me, mommy. It's so good already. He feels so much better than any dildo."
Nancy was fighting to catch her breath. "I'm glad, baby." She turned to her stud- er, son. "Fuck her, good."
Justin didn't look at Nancy. He was watching his cock slowly sink into his sister's willing pussy. Finally, the base of his cock was engulfed and he responded to his mother. "With pleasure."
"Oh, so much pleasure!" Samantha rotated her hips around her invader. Justin grabbed them, holding his sister's hips in place. Then he started thrusting.
It was a slow, steady pace at first. Samantha's tits swayed in place, but they were so firm, and the bunched up clothing around them helped limit their range of motion. Nancy felt her own nipples stiffen as she watched her daughter's jiggle from her son's thrusts. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." Samantha let out a small cry each time Justin thrust into his sister.
"You like that, sis? You like my cock inside you?"
Samantha leaned up and grabbed his shoulders. "I love it, big brother! Fuck, it's so good! My brother's cock is so good inside me!"
Justin leaned forward, allowing Samantha to lay back against her bed, then continued further, bringing his face to hers and kissing her. He took his hands off of her hips to support himself and she wrapped her legs around him. Her tits were still standing at attention, nipples hard, jiggling with each thrust.
Nancy licked her lips. "You need to suck your sister's tits while you fuck her." Her own nipples grazing against her bra and her hips returning to their circular motion.
The siblings looked to their mother, still humping into each other. Nancy found it so erotic. Such a fucking turn on. God how she needed someone to fuck her too.
Samantha spoke, so Justin kissed and licked her face. "Do you need to get off too, mommy? Does the sight of your son, fucking your daughter turn you on?"
"This isn't about me," Nancy said through clenched teeth. "Just keep fucking your slut sister."
Samantha's lustful grin returned. She bit her lip. "Ooooh, I AM a slut. Such a fucking slut." She grabbed Justin's face and licked his lips. "Such a slut for my brother."
Justin increased his tempo. The wet smacks of sex rang through the room. Nancy couldn't wait for her own body to produce those sounds. She absentmindedly grabbed her breast through her shirt, squeezing it and pinching at the nipple.
Justin opened his mouth as if to take a bite out of his sister. He closed it, baring his teeth, then gently bit her lower lip, grazing his teeth against it as he pulled back. He shoved his tongue into her mouth. One hand moved to his sister's tit and started to squeeze, thumbing the hardened nipple. He broke the kiss, but Samantha had bitten down on his lip too. He broke free, leaning back, and placed his other hand on her tits.
"Fuck! My slut sister's tits are so fucking nice." He squeezed them again. "I fucking love how tight your pussy is."
"My brother's big fucking cock feels so good stretching out my slutty little pussy!" Justin increased his tempo further. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK me!" Samantha screamed out each time he thrust into her.
Nancy couldn't help but join in. "Fuck your slut sister. She needs her brother's cock. She needs her big brother's big cock inside her. FUCK HER." Nancy reached into her pants and found her sex. She was incredibly wet and her fingers made use of the lubrication.
"You like that, slut? You like your big brother's cock? You like me fucking you?" Justin bent down and swallowed one of his sister's nipples.
"FUCK YES. I fucking love it! I love my brother fucking me! Oh God! Just fuck me. I need it!"
Nancy pulled her shirt and bra over her breasts, no longer pretending she was there to keep things respectful. She mauled them, fucking herself with her fingers while she watched her children fuck each other. "Your sister is such a fucking slut. She needs that brother cock inside her. She needs you fucking her. She needs to be fucked."
"I do! I need to be fucked!! I need to be fucked by my brother and his big cock!"
Justin pulled a leg up onto the bed, bringing his sister's leg up with it. He leaned forward, the new position placing his hips more above her and seeming to make his cock sink deeper inside Samantha. He could no longer nurse from her.
"Oh GOD! Your dick is plowing into me even deeper! Oh fuck. Fuck me nice and deep, big brother. I fucking love it."
Nancy squeezed and pinched at her breasts with one hand, switching between them. She furiously fingered herself. She'd found a soft seat on a pile of her son's dirty clothes, something she'd previously scolded him for not dealing with, but now, the fact they were dirty turned her on even more. She'd kicked off her own pants and panties and sat in her son's room, fingering herself on his pile of dirty clothes - some of which might even have dried semen on them - and watched her children fuck. She was such a slut, too.
Like mother, like daughter.
"How often do you masturbate, baby?" Nancy asked.
Samantha looked over at her masturbating mother and licked her lips. "Three times a day. OH FUCK. Maybe four."
Nancy switched hands, loving the feeling of her own pussy juices getting smeared on her tits. She was probably leaking juice onto her son's clothes, making them dirtier. "You hear that? Your sister is such a slut, she masturbates three or four times in a day. She's probably going to need your help from now on. Do you think you have it in you? Can you fuck you sister multiple times a day? Just make an absolute mess of her?"
Justin grabbed his sisters hips and thrust into her as hard and fast as he'd ever had. "FUCK YEAH" he growled. "I'll make my little sister into my live-in sister slut. She needs to be fucked? I'll give her this fucking cock."
"OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK!" Samantha cried. She watched her mother fingering herself while her bother fucked the shit out of her. "I NEED IT! I NEED TO BE FUCKED! I NEED MY BROTHER TO FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM!!" She gripped her own tits, squeezing them. "I'LL BE MY BROTHER'S LIVE-IN CUM SLUT!!"
Nancy knew what her daughter needed. If her son was too focused on destroying her pussy, Nancy would have to step in to help in other areas. She stood up, removing her shirt and bra completely, and knelt on the bed, kissing her gorgeous daughter while she was fucked, then moving down and sucking one of her perfect titties into her mouth.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK MOMMY!! JUSTIN! MOMMY'S SUCKING MY TITTIES WHILE YOU FUCK ME!!! OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!"
"Good," Justin growled. "You fucking cum like a good little slut. You cum on your brother's cock while your own mother sucks your tits. You fucking sluts."
Nancy stopped and helped fully remove her daughter's shirt and bra. She resumed nursing from her daughter and fingering herself. How the roles had been reversed. Eighteen years ago, this perfect little angel had come into the world and nursed from her. Now, she was paying her mother back.
"OH FUCK. I'M CUMMING!" Samantha thrashed, unsure where to place her hands, needing something to hold onto. She found her brother's arm, and her mother's shapely ass. "Keep FUCKING me. KEEP FUCKING ME. MOMMY, KEEP SUCKING MY NIPPLES. FUCK ME THROUGH MY- AHHHHHHHHHH"
Samantha tensed and liquid poured out of her. The wet sounds of Justin's cock thrusting into her became sloshy. Nancy pulled her daughter's nipple with her lips and watched the vaginal juices coat her son's cock. Like the good brother he was, Justin continued fucking his sister through her orgasm, just as she'd mostly requested. Nancy rubbed herself more vigorously, hoping that this time she would be able to finish by herself.
Except, she understood her daughter's plight because she suffered from the same problem: only sex with others helped relieve the itch.
Samantha's body finally relaxed, but her mother and brother continued their sexual attentions. Nancy looked up at her daughter, her nipple still in her mouth, and licked it lovingly. She released herself and moved up to kiss her daughter tenderly on the lips. Samantha kissed her back.
Was there anything better than the love between mother and daughter?
"Are you still using your brother's dick?"
Samantha kissed the tip of her mother's nose. "Mmmmm, maybe." She closed her eyes. The bed continued rocking in rhythm with Justin's thrusts into his sister's well-fucked pussy. "I might be inclined to share, if that's what you're asking."
Nancy kissed her daughter on the mouth again. "Mommy needs to get off, baby. She needs help, just like you."
Samantha tilted her head and looked up at her brother. Nancy followed suit. They pressed their cheeks together. Justin looked at them and his cock seemed to grow thicker, one of the veins becoming more pronounced.
"Big brother, you've done such a good job fucking the life out of me, but mommy needs help too. Can you help her?"
Then her son, her wonderful son, pulled out of his sister, his glorious cock shiny with her juices, grabbed Nancy's hips, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He pushed passed her fingers and Nancy dropped them. His cock slid right in.
"Ohhhh, yesssssss!" Her son's cock felt the same as her husband's. Even the little bump on the left side. But it felt more electric, because it was so wrong.
Justin reached around and grabbed Nancy's tits. FINALLY, Nancy thought. He rolled them, pinching her nipples, everything no son should ever do.
Everything she'd been wishing her son would do.
His thrusts weren't as quick and powerful as they had been with his sister, but it felt so nice to be filled. Nancy just closed her eyes and reveled in it. Her face got pushed into her daughter's bed with each thrust, so she turned her head. Her son's marvelous hands held her tits in place and sent electrical charges through them to join the storm that was happening in her pussy. She opened her eyes and found her nude daughter smiling down at her. "Oh God, baby. Your brother's cock is so good. Thank you for sharing."
Samantha gripped her own breast and licked her lips. "You're such a fucking slut, mommy." It made Nancy shudder in delight. "You got your son to fuck your daughter, just so you could have him fuck you, with my juices still wet on his cock." Samantha rolled over and forced her tongue into Nancy's mouth. Nancy welcomed the invasion from her two children.
She sucked on Samantha's tongue. It was soft and sweet. It was oddly familiar. Familial.
Samantha ripped her tongue from her mother's mouth and turned to her brother. "Come on, bro, fuck our slutty mommy."
Justin's tempo increased, but still not to the tempo he had fucked his sister with. Samantha stuck fingers into herself, then pulled them out and shoved them into Nancy's mouth. Her daughter's vaginal juices were sweet too.
"You like that, mommy? You like your son's cock in your pussy and your daughter's pussy juice in your mouth? You like being fucked like a slut? Just like your slut daughter?"
Nancy moaned on her daughter's fingers, trying to say "yes." Samantha took out her fingers, then slid underneath her mother, swatting Justin's hands away from her tits. Nancy then felt her daughter's mouth on her nipples. It wasn't anything like when she'd nursed as a baby.
It was so much better.
It was the same closeness, the same intimacy that only a mother and child could share, but now Samantha did it of her own, fully-adult, choice. It wasn't a baby's instinct for survival, but a daughter's need to help her mommy cum.
"Oh fuck, baby, I love you sucking my nipples. Suck mommy's nipples like a good daughter."
Samantha removed her mouth from her nipple momentarily. "Now I know where I get my slutty side." Her tongue flicked across Nancy's nipple. "I've got her titties, bro. Fuck our mother for all she's worth."
Justin's hands gripped Nancy's hips and Samantha's mouth closed around the other nipple. Finally, her son's thrusts matched the speed and power he'd fucked her daughter with. Nancy was in heaven. "FUCK yessss! Oh, God! Fuck your momma! Fuck me with that thick cock! Oh, Jesus, it's just as good as your father's. My wonderful children! Make your slutty mommy squeal!!"
Samantha mauled her mother's tits, sometimes using her teeth to tease her nipples. How does she know I like that? Oh, she's my daughter, she probably likes that herself.
Justin thrust into her with reckless abandon. The wet sounds of him bouncing off her ass drove her wild. The thought of wild, passionate sex on its own was erotic. Participating in it was something else. A hard, veiny cock was in her. Her son's veiny cock. This was so wrong, which made it so much better. Even though her son had clearly inherited his father's cock, it was all the better due to the taboo.
God, how Nancy loved sex. "I'm getting close. Oh, my babies, you're getting mommy so close! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking your slutty mother!"
Samantha popped off of her nipples again. "How often do you get off each day, mommy?"
Nancy grit her teeth, the lost sensations from her nipples holding her back from reaching her climax. "I'm just like you, baby. I need it three or four times a day."
"So, you're daddy's live-in cum slut?"
"I wish, baby. Daddy has to work, so we can only have sex in the mornings and at night. Mommy aches for his cock to return all day."
Samantha ran her hands over Nancy's sides. It tickled, but now there was no one playing with her breasts. She needed that sensation to finish.
"Maybe in the middle of the day, when my brother is fucking me, I could share him with you, mommy."
Nancy bared down on her son's thrusting cock, the idea of fucking him each and every day exciting her beyond what she would have imagined. "Oh fuck, would you do that, baby? Would you let mommy share your brother's wonderful cock?"
"What do you think, bro? Should we let mommy into our new, special relationship?"
Justin's grip tightened on Nancy's hips, but his thrusts didn't slow. "I'm just here to help the sluts in my life."
"What a good brother!" Nancy felt her daughter's hand move down to where her son entered her. She was cupping his balls. "That's a good point, actually. Maybe we only let mommy join if she agrees to be our slut. Our little mommy slut."
The idea made Nancy even more excited. Something was building in her, larger than she'd ever experienced. Some massive pressure. But it wouldn't get released without her breasts being stimulated. "God, yess! I'll do it! I just need my slutty daughter to keep sucking my titties and my stud son to keep fucking me!"
"I want to hear you say it, mommy. Say you're our mommy slut."
"Oh GOD! I'm your mommy slut! I'm yours! Please! Just let me cum, baby. Let mommy cum on your brother's fat cock!"
"Good girl, mommy slut." Samantha grabbed a hold of Nancy's tits and started sucking on them again.
"OH FUCK!" Nancy finally felt the walls collapse and all that pressure released. "I'M CUMMING!!! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING ON MY SON'S COCK. FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Nancy gripped her son's cock with all her might, holding him in place while her juices spilled out of her. Wave after wave hit her, like water that had finally exploded out of a dam into a large bowl. The pleasure lapped at her soul, reminding her of what she now knew about herself: she was her daughter and son's slut. Each time it reminded her, it caused another wave to bounce around.
Justin was able to move again. Too much liquid had escaped to allow Nancy to hold him in place any longer. She sighed when his manhood left her. In some respects, it was like birthing him all over again; he'd left her body, but she could finally meet the new person that had left her. Nancy rolled over onto her back, heaving.
To her right, Samantha had propped herself up on her elbows, the gorgeous breasts she'd inherited from Nancy poking out at Justin. Nancy propped herself up too, her breasts sagging a bit more than her daughter's, but not by much. Without their respective heights to throw off the ratios, it was clear they had the same breasts. Justin looked at them both. Both his mother's and sister's vaginal juices coating his cock. He stroked it.
"Mommy slut." Samantha didn't take her eyes off her brother's cock. "Your son did such a good job of fucking us both, don't you think he deserves to cum inside a pussy?"
"Oh, most definitely, my slutty daughter. But whose pussy does he want to cum inside of?"
"Are you both on the pill?" Justin, still being the responsible older brother.
"Does it matter?" Samantha giggled. Justin's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, but he steadied himself. Samantha continued, "I think my brother likes the idea of cumming in an unprotected pussy that he's related to."
Nancy marveled at the odd mix of dominant and submissive that her daughter had become. She knew her and her daughter were both on the pill. "Baby, just pick a pussy to finish inside of. We're both safe."
"Mommy slut!" Samantha turned to her. "You will speak when spoken to."
"Sorry, baby."
Samantha turned back to her brother, still stoking his cock, but more slowly. He looked back and forth between the two naked women on the bed. "Can I somehow cum in both of you?"
"You're so greedy, big brother." Samantha sat up. "But I think I know how that can happen. Lay back down, mommy slut."
Nancy laid back, then her daughter climbed on top of her, pressing her tits against her own. Nancy felt her legs get pushed up by Samantha's. Her daughter looked in her eyes, but did not address her. "Now you can fuck both of us."
Samantha was such an intelligent little slut. Nancy was so proud.
Nancy felt motion, then her daughter was pushed forward on top of her, their breasts rubbing together. "Oh, I love the feeling of my brother's cock getting shoved into me."
Nancy shifted her head to watch her son's face while he fucked his sister once more. She grabbed her daughter's ass cheeks, spreading them and jiggling them for her son. Justin didn't take long to regain his previous rhythm.
"Mmmmm, it's so good, big brother. Fuck my little pussy. Fuck me and cum in me!"
Nancy looked at her daughter and met her eye. Samantha nodded to her. "Cum inside your sister, baby. Then you can shove some of that wonderful mixture of yours and your sister's cum into your mommy slut."
"I'm getting close." Justin clenched his eyes closed against the sweat that fell from his brow. He blinked it away, focusing on the erotic sight of his sister and mother, stacked on top of each other, begging for his cum.
Samantha licked her lips again. "Do it! Cum in me! Just fill up your little sister's tight pussy with all that brother cum! I want your seed!!!"
"Me too, baby!! Cum in your sister and then shove as much into your mommy's pussy as possible! Fill up your sluts with your cum!"
Justin thrust forward held himself against his sister.
"I can feel it, big brother! Oh, you're cumming so much inside of me! I love it! Flood me with cum! Pump so much into me that I have to share with our slutty mother."
Then Nancy felt her son's cock enter her again, a thick wad of sticky liquid entering her with it. He thrust into her a few times, pushing more of the liquid into her. He even pulsed inside of her, pumping a small load into her depths that she didn't have to share with Samantha. A load of her son's cum that was just for her.
Was there anything better than the love between mother and son?
And just like that, he left her again. She felt more liquid falling onto her pussy lips, probably more cum dripping from her daughter. Samantha looked down at her and smiled. "You did good, mommy slut. You learned when to speak." She kissed Nancy. "There will be other duties you need to take up."
"What sort of duties did you have in mind, baby?"
"I'm sure my brother will think of things he'd like his sluts to do." Samantha reached down and stuck two fingers into Nancy's pussy, pulling out some of the liquid. She brought them back and stuck one in her own mouth, then stuck the other into Nancy's. Nancy sucked on it willingly. Already, the itch was returning.
It had never returned this quickly before.
Once Samantha's finger left, Nancy gently pushed her daughter aside and sat up. "I'm your mommy slut, but I'm still your mother. We will not tell your father about this. Any of it. Am I clear?"
Samantha lounged on her bed, her nude form a work of art. Her brother's cum still leaked out of her. "On one condition, mommy slut."
"What's that?"
"You will refer to me as 'Mistress' and Justin as 'Master.'"
Nancy considered it. How would the power dynamics of the house work with this new configuration? As long as her children understood that it was a game to help each other get off and not a real change in the power of the house, she could play along. "Just not in front of your father."
Samantha raised an eyebrow.
"... Mistress."
"Good girl, mommy slut!" Samantha sat up and hugged her. She turned to Justin. "What do you think, big brother? Does our mommy slut please you?"
"Fuck." Justin rubbed the back of his head, his shiny cock deflated, but not fully soft yet. "Yeah. You both do. This is... I don't know. But I'm down for whatever."
Samantha reached down and slipped a finger into Nancy again. This time, it wasn't to swipe another snack, but to cause more stimulation. Nancy moaned, the itch starting to return in full force.
"Look at our mommy slut's pretty mouth, big brother. You need that cock of yours cleaned off before you stick it back in me. Maybe our slut can help you with that?"
Nancy liked the sound of that. Being used for sex. Now there were two others in the house she knew that shared her near constant state of arousal. Her mouth did feel strangely empty.
Justin's cock came back alive at the mention of it. He smiled at said, "you spoil me, little sister."
"I'm your sister slut!" She played with Nancy's clit. "And I present our mommy slut to you, too."
Justin smiled at Nancy wickedly, the same smile her daughter had shown multiple times during their sex session. Which, Nancy had thought was over, but was delighted to discover it was not. Justin said, "on your knees, slut. My cock needs cleaning for my sister's pussy."
Nancy was more than willing to comply.
There was nothing better than the love between a mommy slut and her children.Justin tilted his head to the ceiling. Sweat ran down the side of his face and stuck his short, brown hair to his forehead. His mouth hung open as his cock was gently slurped into a woman's warm mouth. Her soft, textured tongue massaged the bottom of his shaft and the top of her mouth grazed his tip. He couldn't believe this was his life now. Glancing back down, he met his mother's eyes as she started to suck, bringing her cheeks in to envelop him completely.
Justin's testicles felt a bit tight, having just finished a few moments before. He looked behind his mother to watch his young sister, just barely eighteen on his bed. She was staring down at her own sex, catching the small dribbles of his cum leaking out of her with her finger, then licking it off. With a finger in her mouth, she looked up and caught him watching her. She smiled and made a show of wrapping her tongue around the finger.
His mother and sister were both well-endowed, but Samantha, his sister, was shorter, making her bust appear relatively larger on her small frame. He'd never thought about either of them in a sexual light until Nancy, his mother, had asked him to help Samantha by having sex with her. It was such a wild concept, but it seemed to have activated some switch in Justin's head. He couldn't have imagined a hotter situation if he'd tried. Apparently, it had activated a switch in his mother's head too, because she couldn't help but join them.
And now she was happily sucking his cock. He met his mother's gaze again as she grazed the underside of his balls with her fingernails. That same warm, tingly feeling from when he was a child and she'd gently grazed his arm, now repurposed. It caused him to clench his pelvis involuntarily, causing his not-quite-hard cock to grow with renewed vigor.
Samantha removed herself from his bed and came to his side, placing her hands on his back and shoulder. They both looked down at their mother, happily fulfilling her new role.
"Does our mother's mouth feel good?"
Nancy brought her tongue to the underside of the tip of his penis and rubbed, which shot a bolt of pleasure into him. Justin curled an arm around his sister and grasped the top of his mother's head to keep from falling backward. "God!" His sister's body was soft and warm. "It's incredible."
Nancy moaned happily around his cock in response. This can't possibly be real. This is a wet dream. Justin thought.
Samantha bent down and sucked Justin's nipple. It was an odd feeling, but the eroticism of it being his sister made it enjoyable. She looked up at him and asked, "Do you want to cum in her mouth?"
Two of the women in his family, naked, looking up at him, hoping to get more of his cum after he'd just cum inside both of them. He tightened his grip on them. "Yes! Fuck." His head swam. He could already feel his orgasm building.
Samantha stood back up, kissing the side of his face - she had to stand on her toes to do so - and spoke into his ear, "just remember you were going to fuck me again after." Her breath was hot against him and it made him flush. The primal feeling in his chest blossomed once more.
He bared his teeth and breathed out through them. "I won't forget."
Justin tightened his grip on the back of his mother's head and started humping into her face. She simply brought her hands down to start squeezing her breast and fingering herself - never looking away from him.
"Will you have enough cum for me?" Samantha asked him. She said it with a sexually playful tone, but Justin considered it. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to cum down his mother's throat and coat her tits. He didn't know how long he had until his mother and sister came to their senses, but he was damn sure going to use the time he had. His friends had commented on hot they thought his mother was - he'd always just seen her as the commanding matriarch - and now he was the one about to pump a second load of cum into her.
To respond to his sister, he turned to Samantha and kissed her, savoring the taste of her mouth. The beast in him was torn between wanting to coat his mother in his cum, and wanting to throw his sister back on the bed to ravish her once more. He needed to conquer them both. He broke the kiss and stared into his sister's eyes. "Be patient," he said, and licked his lips.
She bit her lip and humped her pussy against his leg.
He looked down at Nancy, still happily allowing her son to face fuck her. He sped up his thrusts and Nancy's eyes started to water. Not 20 minutes ago, that mouth had been telling him what to do. He tried to merge the image of his confident mother with this sexy woman kneeling at his feet. "Keep sucking my cock, mom," he said.
Nancy just moaned around him in response. Justin slipped his hand down his sister's ass, loving the smooth, supple feeling of her flesh, and relishing in the simple fact that he could. He pulled her closer to him, her young breasts pressed into his chest and side. He could feel her nipples, his sister's nipples, poking into him.
Samantha egged them on, "give it to her, big brother. Mommy needs a nice, thick helping of your cum down her throat."
Justin smacked his sister's ass and then gripped it tightly. She yelped. He turned to her, speaking through clenched teeth, "why don't you get down there and help her? You need to earn your brother's cum too."
Sam's eyes widened and she grinned. "Oh, I'll earn it, big brother." She sank to her knees behind Nancy, placing her hands on her mother's breasts. Nancy, in turn, placed her hand on top of her daughter's.
Sam kissed her mother on the cheek, then looked up at Justin. Justin placed a hand tenderly on the opposite side of her face. His breathing became erratic. His mother and sister, naked, looking up at him with their gorgeous, cold, gray eyes. His cock in his mother's warm mouth. Samantha kissed the palm of his hand, then said, "cum for us, big brother. Give your Mommy and sister sluts our reward."
And there it was. He came. He pressed their heads together, holding them in place. He couldn't stop thrusting into his mother's mouth. She started to gag as more and more of it shot out of him, some of it dribbling out around his cock to drip down her chin. As the last few spurts came, he pulled his penis out, shooting a small shot onto her cheek. He grabbed his dick, aiming at her chest, which she stuck out for him, and stoked himself to try to get at least one shot on his mother's glorious tits.
Nothing more came out. However, a drop from her chin landed in her cleavage. Justin tried to burn the image into his mind: his mother, covered with his cum, swallowing what he had been able to put in her mouth, and his sister, smiling devilishly. Feeling completely spent, his testicles starting to ache, he released his sister's head and flopped onto the bed on his back.
Samantha's face filled his vision and she kissed him on the mouth. He was aware of the sweat on his chest and the damp spot already forming below him on his bed. He felt gross and sticky. Sam didn't seem to care. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and he weakly played along. Eventually, she broke the kiss and straddled him, pushing her ass down against his limp and wet penis.
She licked the sweat off his face, pressing her tits against his chest. As tired as he was, it was enough to warrant a small response in his manhood. She asked him, "are you ready to fuck your little sister again? Do you like my titties pressed against you?"
Maybe this wasn't a wet dream, maybe it was a wet nightmare. They'd fuck him to death. "Sam, I'm gonna need a minute."
Sam rocked her hips against him, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest, and said, "but I want my brother's big cock inside me now!"
She'd definitely figured out the way to get him excited. The dirty talk combined with the incest drove him wild and his cock responded accordingly. How long could this go on for?
Sam continued rocking and gripped his face, kissing him all over. "Please, big brother. I need your cock in me. I'm so horny!"
Justin wanted to oblige her, but his testicles groaned at the thought of producing anything else so soon after two orgasms. His entire body felt drained, though his spirit was eager. He gripped her ass to stop her rocking - and to appreciate the shape. "Sis, I don't have it in me right now. Just give me some time."
"But I earned it!"
"You were down there for barely 20 seconds," Nancy said from the floor. Justin turned his head to watch his mother stand. Even after 4 children, she still had a tight stomach and pussy. Her body had mature curves and her breasts barely sagged. What would his friends think if they knew he'd fucked her and she'd sucked his dick?
Nancy had licked the cum from around her mouth and was wiping at the shot on her cheek. The drop in her cleavage still remained. She continued, "you'll have to work harder if you want a treat as tasty as this." She winked at Justin.
Justin's cock twitched in response.
"Mommy slut!" Samantha leaned up, enveloping Justin's cock with her ass, showing off her wonderful tits. The tits she'd inherited from Nancy. "What have I told you about speaking when spoken to?"
Nancy walked over, grabbed Sam's face, and kissed her. She said, "baby, I think the fun is over for now. Your brother needs rest." She wiped the cum from her cleavage and stuck the finger in her daughter's mouth. "Here's your percentage."
Sam closed her eyes and slurped, but opened her mouth and glared when Nancy pulled the finger back out. "Mom! I was already hornier than when we started."
Nancy bent down and ran her fingers through Justin's hair. It didn't feel sexual, just... comforting. She pecked him on the lips like she had countless times before. She collected her clothes and went to the door, pausing before she left to say, "take care of that dirty clothes pile, young man. I won't ask again."
She closed the door behind her.
Samantha seemed to take that as an invitation to restart her advances. She leaned back down and started kissing Justin's face. "Please fuck me, big brother. Your little sister is so horny."
As excited as his body was, Justin used the benefit of two recent releases to think clearly. He grasped his sister's shoulders. "Sam, we aren't done, but we do need to take a break. Otherwise, the well's gonna run dry." He pushed her away and sat up.
Sam hugged him from behind, pressing those young, supple breasts of hers into his back, and kissed his shoulders. "My well is far from dry, big brother. Don't you want to dip into it again?"
He very much wanted to dip into her well. His manhood was nearing full mast once more, but his testicles still complained. "I'd absolutely love to fuck you into my bed, but three fucks a day is already pretty close to my limit - and I've already cum twice."
Sam pulled away from him, leaning against the wall and pulling her legs up. One of her hands found her clit and the other started pinching and pulling at her nipple. "I thought guys wanted to have sex all the time?"
Justin closed his eyes and swallowed. How had he been living with this sex-craved little slut all this time without knowing how hot and easy she was? Would fucking her again really be that difficult? He pictured himself taking her again, making her scream his name, and flooding her with his cum again. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I want to."
Unable to stop himself, Justin reached for her and she widened her legs in response. He placed his hands on the inside of her knees and just explored her body. He moved up to her sex, brushing his thumbs along it as he moved up to her torso. She moved away from the wall to allow his hands to come around to her back and shoulders. He pulled her in and twisted her down onto his bed, pressing his hardened cock against her eager pussy, letting it just nestle there, lengthwise. He felt her legs wrap around his own.
Looking into Samantha's eyes, Justin brushed the hair off her face. "I didn't realize how much I wanted to fuck you until today. In a perfect world, that's all we would do." He pressed his crotch into her again. He could feel precum leaking out of him and plenty of her juices coating his length. He closed his eyes and released a breath.
Opening his eyes once more, he said, "but I won't be able to fuck you later tonight if we fuck again right now."
Sam lifted her hips to press herself against him. He was definitely going to need to change his sheets. Her mouth opened slightly and she gripped his arms. "Maybe..." she humped against him once more, "we don't..." hump, "need" hump, "to fuck..." hump, "right now." Her breathing grew faster and she found a steady rhythm of grinding herself against his cock.
It was torturous. The wet rubbing along the bottom of his cock drove Justin wild. He wanted to just hold her down and shove himself back in her, but he knew he'd have a better orgasm later if he managed to wait. She clearly needed this. He just needed to hold off longer than she did. He closed his eyes and ground against her to match her thrusts.
After a minute of quiet humping, Sam said, "big brother..." She brought her arms around is back, pulling him down. "Mmmm, tell me I'm your slut."
Justin kept his eyes closed. Her tits rubbing against his chest made it even harder not to fuck her. But, if he wasn't going to fuck her, he'd at least help her get some release from whatever this was. He said, "you're my little sister slut. You're so fucking desperate for my cock."
"I am!" Sam scratched down his back, making him wince. "God, I want your cock in me so bad! Mmmmm... do you-? Do you want to fuck your slut?"
Justin opened his eyes. She looked at him with desperation. The animal in his chest started clawing to come out. He gripped her hair and Sam lifted her head in response. He gently bit her neck, then licked up the side of her face and growled into her ear. "I'm going to fuck my little sister slut. Tonight, I'm going to make you fucking beg."
"Fuck! I won't even have a choice. My big, strong brother is going to come into my room and take me like the slut I am." Her humping quickened and Justin increased his tempo to match. It was just awkward enough to prevent him from building up another orgasm, but his cock was leaking precum all over their mostly-combined sexes.
"That's right, baby. I'm going to take you however I want. I'll make you scream and wake up the entire neighborhood. Everyone will know what a slut you are."
Samantha arched her back. "Yes! Oh fuck. They'll all know! Each time you fuck me, they'll know that I have the best big brother in the whole world!"
"Because what are you?"
"I'm a fucking slut! Oh FUCK, I'm my brother's little sister slut! Ahhhh-" her voice died out and became a whimper as she tightly clung to Justin's body. He could feel more liquid pouring out of her and coating his genitals.
As her orgasm subsided, she went limp against him. A primal part of him so desperately wanted to take her right then and fuck her into even greater orgasmic heights. He could just do it. She'd let him. But it'd be so much better if he simply allowed himself to wait. He needed to recover.
And he needed to clean up. He lifted up from his sister's body and looked down at her. She was just as sweaty as he was. His pubic hair was matted with various liquids. His bed was soaked. The room smelled like sex.
Justin rolled off of his sister and laid next to her. He turned his head to look at her and couldn't help from watching her majestic tits rise and fall as she breathed. He reached out and grabbed one, just feeling the perfect shape and the slight tickle of her hard nipple against his palm. As exhausted as he was, he wasn't doing it out of sexual desire - OK, maybe some - instead, he just wanted to appreciate the shape of his sister's body. He'd never seen it before today, or really cared to.
He moved his hand down to her stomach, turning on his side to do so. Her soft flesh submitted to even this gentle touch. Sam wasn't particularly fit, but with her small frame and low body fat, he could feel her abdominal muscles putting up a resistance against his hand. Somewhere below there, within her, some of his cum still resided.
He found her belly button and sat up to look at it. He repeatedly circled his finger around it. They'd both been fed for nine months by the same womb.
"That tickles."
Justin glanced at her, then stopped his finger circling and placed his palm over her belly button. Those keen, gray eyes looked back at him. "You're beautiful."
Samantha blushed and looked away. "That's weird."
Justin stared down at her.
"THAT'S weird?" he finally asked.
She studied the wall.
Justin shook his head and looked back at her stomach. "I've just never been... allowed, to appreciate your body. Even with..." he waved his hand around, vaguely pointing to the entire room, "all of this, I could only experience it, in one way. I'm just taking a moment to appreciate the art that is: you."
"Do you know how cringy that sounds? 'The art that is you?' " Sam looked back at him and sat up. She looked around the room, seemingly searching for something.
"What are you looking for?"
"Trying to spot the fedora."
Justin pushed her back against the bed. "Shut up!" He stood up and started gathering his clothes to throw into the pile.
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Samantha laid against her brother's bed while he thrashed around the room. She felt gross covered in sweat, saliva, and other bodily fluids. Admittedly, it was a bit of a turn on: being forced to lay in her own sexual filth while everyone else went about their normal day until they decided to use her again.
But she felt more gross than turned on. Besides, Justin had thrown her by getting all... weird. She sat back up on her elbows, watching him move around the room. His dick flopped around goofily as he huffed. Why couldn't he have just fucked the life out of her and then kicked her out? Or at least let her bask in the sexual thrill for a bit longer? She hoped he'd stick to the plan they'd discussed: come into her room and have his way with her. Leave all that other crap for the romance movies.
Justin suddenly whipped his head up from the floor and looked at her. There was intensity in his eyes. She'd wanted him for as long as she'd been interested in boys. All the sharp lines of his face had simply grown in intensity as he'd gotten older. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to mount her now after all? Her sex quivered slightly at the idea.
"Get up."
Would he take her on the floor like an animal? Or maybe hold her up and fuck her standing up? She quickly hopped off his bed, excited to see what he'd do to her next.
Justin started removing the sheets from his bed without looking at her again. Each tug at the bed covers seemed more aggressive than necessary.
"Wait. Are you mad at me?"
He paused for a moment, then his motions became more subdued. "I'm fine. I just need to get these cleaned before stains set in."
She suddenly felt like an intruder. This was no longer the crazed sex den it had become; it was back to being "her brother's room." Should she leave? She wasn't sure what the etiquette was for leaving. She'd watched her mother seemingly flick a switch and go back to being a mother before she left. Should she kiss her brother good-bye too? Was that a thing siblings did? Was that a thing siblings in this situation did?Justin stood up and looked at her. "Sam, really, I'm fine." He held the bundle of bed sheets under his arm.
He stared into her eyes. He didn't even glance downward. For the first time since they'd started this, she felt exposed.
Studied.
Still not sure what to do, Samantha walked up to her brother and hugged him, careful not to let their stomachs touch. It felt weird considering they were both still naked. She would have gladly pressed herself against him, but she sensed he didn't want that.
Feeling like something should be spoken, she said, "thank you for your help."
Justin patted her back with his one free hand. "No problem."
Sam stepped back from the hug and started gathering her own clothes that had been tossed around the room by her brother, her mother, and herself. She found most except her bra. When she finally looked up to ask Justin for help, she noticed he held it dangling from his hand. She blushed.
"Thank you," she said, taking the bra. Her spine bristled. She walked out of the room, probably quicker than she would have normally, and closed the door behind her, releasing a breath.
Nancy stood in a towel at the far end of the hallway in the door frame to the master bedroom. Her dark, brunette hair was wet, making it even darker. She lifted a finger and beckoned Sam over.
Sam complied. She wasn't sure what to make of the submissive persona she and her brother had unlocked in their mother in contrast to her normal personality. It was almost like everything was back to normal again - except Sam was still completely naked with her brother's cum in and on her. Could they just go back to normal? What would that even look like?
When Sam finally reached her mother, Nancy simply asked, "how do you feel?"
Sam shrugged. "Satiated. For now."
"Not satisfied?"
Sam opened her mouth, but hesitated. Who was she talking to right now? Her mother? Or her Mommy Slut? Were they the same person? Deciding to be safe, Sam didn't tell her she had wanted her brother to fuck all her holes and fill her with his cum until she was overflowing. Instead, she said, "I could have kept going."
Nancy smiled. "I heard you managed to keep going after I left."
Sam grasped her own elbow. "Not, uh- Not completely."
Nancy raised her eyebrows. "It sounded pretty complete."
"Justin wanted to," Sam raised her hand and made air quotes, " 'keep his well from running dry,' so he just helped me- um..."
"Cum?"
Sam blushed.
Nancy placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Samantha. We've kissed, sucked each other's tits, placed fingers inside each other, and shared a dick. I think we're passed being shy saying the word 'cum' in front of each other."
Sam looked to the floor in shame. Why was this so weird? Are you really asking yourself why having a threesome with your brother and mother, and talking about it with her afterward, is weird?
Nancy sighed and knelt down to be within Sam's field of vision once more. She flicked her hair out of her face and looked up at Sam. "Please Mistress. Won't you come into your Mommy Slut's room and tell her all about how good your brother fucked you?"
Sam blinked. Who IS this woman? However, it did the trick. Sam wasn't exactly turned on, but it helped her confidence return - at least slightly. She said, "get your ass in there before I have to spank it." It felt forced.
Nancy squealed and dashed into her bedroom.
Sam followed her, seeing the towel discarded on the floor. Her mother was sitting naked on the bed. Her parent's bed. The bed she'd been conceived in. The more she thought about how wrong the situation was, the more confident she felt. "Is this where Daddy fucks you, Mommy?"
"Twice a day, Mistress. He gives Mommy that thick cock of his and all his yummy cum."
Sam approached her mother and straddled her. Nancy had just showered, and Sam loved the idea of smearing all of her and her brother's shared juices on her freshly cleaned body. Nancy's hands found her ass and Sam grasped her mother's face. "Does Daddy make you beg for it?"
"Mommy begs for it all the time, Mistress. Mommy just loves cum." She started to maul Sam's ass, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them back together. "Do you love cum, Mistress?"
Sam wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, hugging her sensually. She rocked her hips, finding comfort in the motion. She moaned. "I love cum so much, Mommy."
"How much cum have you had, baby?"
Sam hugged her mother tighter. "Justin only gave me one load, Mommy. I couldn't get him to fuck me again."
"How do you know that you love it, then, baby? Surely you'll need more loads before you can decide."
"I do! I need my brother to cum for me."
"Why is that, baby?" Nancy's hands moved up her daughter's back, pulling her into the embrace more.
With her mother's hands no longer on her ass, Sam had free reign to rock her hips as much as she wanted. Just talking about this was making Sam hot. "Because it makes me cum too."
"So then, do you love cum? Or do you love to cum?"
"Oh, Mommy, I love to cum!"
Nancy grabbed her young daughter's breasts and squeezed. "Do you want Mommy to make you cum?"
Sam didn't think of herself as a lesbian, or bisexual, but being naked with her mother on her parent's bed, discussing her and her brother cumming, it was doing something to her. It was a different feeling than when she'd been with her brother. It wasn't a wanton hunger, but more of a full-body itch that she couldn't scratch. "Uh huh."
Nancy pulled Sam's face down into a kiss. It was tender. No shoving of tongues or biting of lips, just a gentle suction. It made Sam's lips tingle. She wondered what would happen if Justin, or even her father, walked in on them. It made Sam's need grow.
Nancy pulled away. "Not here, baby. You're filthy and you've gotten Mommy all messy again. Let's take a shower."
Sam stood up. "Together?"
Nancy stood up. She was only four inches taller than Sam, but she seemed to tower over her. "You've been a very dirty girl. Mommy's going to make sure you're squeaky clean." She turned towards the master bathroom.
Sam stood in place a moment. She wondered what had just happened. Wasn't her mother the submissive? How had she turned this around on her?
Nancy looked back and held out her hand. "Come along. Take Mommy's hand."
Sam took Nancy's hand. It was warm and tender. She was safe here, in this room, with her mother. She knew her mother was going to take care of her. She let Nancy lead her into the bathroom.
Nancy placed a tender hand on Sam's arm while she turned the shower on and held her hand beneath the water. She looked Sam up and down. "You and your brother were playing so rough and you got all filthy."
"I did, Mommy. It was so much fun."
Nancy removed her hand from the water and used it to guide Sam into the shower. "Well, Mommy's going to make getting clean fun too."
As she stepped into the shower, Sam instinctively started wiping herself down and looking for a body wash to use. However, Nancy caught her arm and said, "no, no, baby. Let Mommy clean you up."
Nancy detached the shower head from the wall and brought it close to Sam's skin. At this distance, the water streams were still smooth and hit her body with a soft touch. Nancy slowly moved it around her shoulders, letting the water cascade down her body and push off the sweat.
Nancy brought the nozzle to Sam's head and Sam closed her eyes. The water streams massaged her scalp, allowing her to relax her brow and neck. Tension fell away. She was warm and safe. But that itch within her still remained.
Instead of complaining, she let the water continue to relax her, trusting that her mother would take care of her.
Like she always had. This was just a new way for her to do so.
Sam felt the water streams move back down her face and she lifted her chin. They moved down her neck, then repeated their path around her shoulders. Finally, they moved down and massaged her breasts. First one, then the other. She'd never felt something like it before. It wasn't the hard tugging or squeezing she was used to, just a gentle, warm caress completely coating each breast.
Sam released a soft, quiet moan.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
Sam kept her eyes closed and slowly nodded her head, trying to stay in the state of relaxation she was in. The water streams left her body and a moment later, her mother's hands were on her arms, turning her around. The next moment, the water streams returned, this time on her back. They moved down her torso, drawing tension out of her as they went. Eventually, they reached her bottom. It was a similar feeling as when they had massaged her breasts, but tickled more. She fought to not flex her glutes and let them relax as the tickle alternated between them.
The water streams moved around to her front and she felt her mother's body rub up against her. The nozzle moved down the same path on her stomach that her brother's hand had earlier. As it moved further and further down, the itch within her grew. It moved passed her belly button, but stopped on the surprisingly ticklish area between it and her sex. Sam couldn't help but wriggle against the steady onslaught.
"Does my little Sammy want to cum?"
Sam nodded her head. "mmhmm."
"Before Mommy helps you, I need you to agree to a few things, baby. Can you do that for me?"
Sam undulated her hips, trying to get the water to stop tickling and teasing her. Her mother's body behind her, and arm wrapped around her, prevented her from turning away. She also didn't want the tickling to stop - just move lower. "Yes, Mommy."
"Good girl. Answer Mommy's questions and then I'll help you scratch that itch of yours."
Sam continued her wriggling.
"We can't tell Daddy about this, baby. He would be very angry and then all of our playtime would end. You don't want that to happen, do you, baby?"
"No, Mommy."
"Good. Now, Mommy could hear you and your brother playing from over here in the shower. When your Daddy's home, you're going to have to be quiet."
Sam released a frustrated moan. "Mommy, how can I be quiet when my brother fucks me so good?"
"Do you ever hear Mommy and Daddy fucking? We fuck twice a day."
The tickle of the water was starting to fade, replaced by a dull attack against her flesh. However, Sam's itch continued to grow. "No, Mommy. How do you do it?"
"Mommy finds things to stick in her mouth. Pillows, dildos, clothing. Sometimes, Daddy covers Mommy's mouth with his big hand and holds me down while he fucks me and fucks me and fucks me."
The image made Sam's itch explode and consume her body. She had a desperate need, now. "Oh, God, Mommy, please help me cum."
"Will you be a good girl and keep our playtime secret?"
"Yes, Mommy! I'll be so good for you!"
"Good girl. Let's make you even dirtier before Mommy cleans you up." The water finally moved to Sam's sex. All that tickling sensation returned in full force, only better. It was like a thousand tiny licks. With all the sensation, it felt like her crotch was burning. Wonderfully.
"Now, tell Mommy about your playtime with your brother."
Sam thought back to a few minutes prior. She told her mother how she'd had to convince her brother to continue. How he'd pinned her down and rubbed his cock against her clit, just to let her cum. She didn't tell her about how he'd made it weird after.
"Was that what you were hoping had happened, baby?"
"I wanted more, Mommy."
Nancy's hand found its way to Sam's breast, gently palming it and rolling the nipple with her thumb. "Tell me what you wanted, baby. Tell me how you wish it had gone."
Sam bucked her hips against the water, some of the intensity was already waning, but her mother's hand on her chest seemed to say, be calm, I've got you. "After you'd left, I wanted Justin to lift me up and slide his big cock back in me."
"What would have happened then?"
"I would have ridden him, like I good little sister - make his cock feel good inside of me."
Just as the effect from the water receded, Nancy moved the nozzle away, then placed her hand on Sam's stomach. She moved it downward slowly, teasing Sam again. "Does my little girl like having things inside of her?"
Thinking about the dildos she'd been using, and her own hands, Sam answered honestly, "I like my brother's cock inside me."
"And what about Mommy's fingers?" As she said it, Nancy brushed two of her fingers over Sam's clit and curled them inside her pussy. As they moved in and out, they rubbed against her clit. It was so much better than her own hands had ever been.
"Oh WOW, Mommy. How are you so good at that?"
Nancy kissed the back of Sam's neck. "It always feels better when someone else is doing it, baby." She moved her hand to Sam's other breast, hugging herself tighter against Sam's back. Sam could feel her mother's breasts pressing into her. The softness of her body behind her and her soft hands on Sam's front made Sam feel enveloped. Safe.
And the fingers in her cunt made her increasingly hornier.
"Just imagine it's your brother's cock sliding in and out of you, baby."
Sam pictured the scene from earlier, only this time, he was sliding that marvelous cock into her. She moaned.
"Tell me what you're imaging, baby."
"Justin- Justin's fucking me."
"How is he fucking you?"
"He's on top of me. I'm laying in a damp puddle of sweat and cum like the little slut I am. He's pistoning into me."
Nancy increased the pace of her fingering. "Like that?"
"Mmmmm, yesssss. Just like that, Mommy. Don't stop."
Nancy kissed Sam's neck again. "Wouldn't dream of it, baby. What else is happening with Justin?"
"His hands are on me. He's just holding my shoulders in place as he slams into me. I can't do anything but lay there and take it."
"You're just like me, baby. Mommy loves to get fucked rough too." Nancy brought her hand up to Sam's chin and turned her face. She kissed her again. It was a soft kiss, in contrast to the rough imaginings going on in their heads.
Sam, wanting to explore the tenderness of this experience for a moment, turned her body around, forcing her mother to withdraw her fingers. She grabbed her mother's face and held the kiss longer. Nancy, in turn, reached her hand down, lifting her daughter's ass cheek, and started fingering her from below.
Sam, overwhelmed with the pleasure, buried her face in her mother's chest and just held on.
"You're just like Mommy, baby. Such a horny little slut. But you have something Mommy never did."
Sam couldn't help but stand on the balls of her feet, unable to stop her knees and hips from moving around on their own. "Mmmmmm, what's that, Mommy?"
"Horny family members to help get you off."
Her mother and brother were going to help her. The thought brought Sam to a new height. She was getting close.
"How would you have wanted your playtime with your brother to have ended?"
Sam closed her eyes again, placing herself back below her brother. "He'd tell me he was getting close."
"Just like you, baby?"
"Oh, God, so close, Mommy. Yes! He'd tell me he was getting close. And I'd tell him I wasn't on the pill."
"Would you want him to pull out, baby? You can't let your brother cum inside you if you aren't on the pill."
"He'd keep holding me down. I'd tell him it was a dangerous time of the month."
Nancy, the wonderful mother that she was, increased her fingering faster and faster. It was like she could sense what Sam needed.
"Then, he'd lean down over me, thrusting into me faster and faster. He'd just keep fucking me and fucking me. I wouldn't be able to stop it. I can't stop it. Oh God, he's gonna cum in me. He's gonna cum in my unprotected, fertile pussy. Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! Ahhhhhh-"
Sam came on her mother's fingers. She was somehow both there with her mother, embraced in her warmth, and cumming around her brother's cock as he flooded her with cum at the same time. Nancy kept her fingers going, not letting up, driving Sam's orgasm higher and higher.
As the last convulsions ended, Nancy pulled her fingers free of Sam's pussy. She pushed Sam away slightly and brought the fingers into Sam's line of sight. "Such a dirty girl. You made Mommy's fingers all messy."
Nancy stuck the fingers in Sam's mouth. They were tangy and sweet. "Mommy's going to make you clean up after yourself."
Sam moaned around her mother's fingers, staring into her eyes. Would she look like that in twenty years?
Would she be a mommy too?
She released her mother's fingers with a 'Pop.' "Oh, God, mom. I needed that. Today got me so much hornier than I've ever been."
"I know, baby. But men need more time to recover than we do. Imagine how horny you were when I left the room, but imagine that your whole stomach ached when you thought about cumming again. That's what it's like for your brother so soon after shooting two loads in quick succession like he did."
"That'd be awful."
"Now imagine you feel that way, but your hot older brother won't leave you alone and was demanding that you fuck him again."
"Oh."
Nancy kissed Sam's forehead and hugged her. Their stomachs touched. "It's OK, baby. You're still young and learning."
Is that why Justin got mad at me? Sam thought.
Nancy released her and said, "now we really do need to get you cleaned up. I rinsed off all the sweat, but there's a bunch on you again."
For the next few minutes, Nancy washed her daughter's body. It wasn't sexual. It was more like Sam was five years old again. She rubbed up and down her legs, rubbed her arms, and lifted them to clean her pits. She cleaned her sensitive areas too, but was very clinical about it. Like this was a totally normal thing for a mother to do with her adult daughter.
When they finally finished in the shower, Nancy handed Sam a towel to wrap around herself, then gathered hers from earlier off the floor. Once covered, Nancy stood next to Sam and turned her to look in the mirror.
Nancy's reflection smiled at her. They had the same smile, the same eyes, the same hair. Nancy kissed the top of Sam's head with a big 'muah!' sound and said, "I love you so much, Sammy."
How is she able to switch so quickly between being Mom and being Mommy? "Love you too, Mom."
"Now, go grab your pile of clothes and take them to your room. There can't be any evidence left behind when your father gets home."
Sam moved to collect her bundle she'd dropped when she'd entered her parent's room. She stopped and turned when she heard her mother speak again.
"I know it's going to take practice for you and your brother to be sneaky while you fuck." How does she say that so casually? Sam thought. "So I'm going to surprise your father when he gets home with a hotel for the night. He and I will spend the night fucking, then I'll send him off to work from there in the morning."
Nancy walked up to Sam. "So you can be as loud as you want to be. But do try to practice." She pecked her on the lips - a typical Mom kiss - then shuffled her out the door and closed it behind her.
Was this their new normal?
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