บท 29: Mom x son x daughter x?
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled between the rolling hills and the whispers of the evergreens, a peculiar character named Oliver Campbell was known for his unruly mop of orange hair. At sixteen, Oliver was a charming young man with a wide smile that could melt the iciest of hearts, yet he often found himself misunderstood. His eyes, a vibrant shade of green, twinkled with a mischievous glint that seemed to dance with the light. Despite his chubby frame, Oliver was surprisingly nimble, often leaving those around him in awe of his graceful movements. His skin, as pale as the moon, was a canvas for the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, giving him an endearing boyish charm.
Oliver's mother, Martha, was a woman of great warmth. Her own hair was a more chaotic mess of oranges and reds, often pulled back into a hasty ponytail to combat the relentless onslaught of a busy day. Her eyes, mirrors of Oliver's, were windows to her soul, filled with the eternal optimism that had carried her through life's storms. Her soft, rounded figure bore the marks of time and the weight of her own anxieties, yet she remained as lovely as ever. Her breasts were a testament to the nurturing spirit within her, ample and welcoming, much like her heart.
Martha had always been a bit of a nervous wreck, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts at once. Her dyslexia painted the world in a whirlwind of letters that often left her feeling lost, but she had found solace in her role as a mother. The love she had for Oliver was a beacon of light that shone through the fog of her daily struggles.
On this fateful evening, the warm water cascading from the showerhead filled the small, tiled bathroom with a comforting embrace. The steam clung to their bodies as they stood together under the stream, a rare moment of peace in their otherwise hectic lives. Oliver's eyes wandered over his mother's figure, his gaze lingering on her ample breasts and the way the water trickled down her curves. His own desires began to stir, a potent cocktail of lust and the fierce possessiveness that often accompanied his autistic tendencies.
Martha, oblivious to the tumultuous thoughts racing through her son's mind, bent over to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Her chubby body quivered with the effort, her voluptuous ass pressing against Oliver's crotch in a way that sent a jolt of electricity through his veins. His heart hammered in his chest as his cock grew hard against her flesh, the warmth of their bodies melding together in the most unexpected of ways. The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself unable to resist the urge to push back, his hips moving in an involuntary rhythm that mirrored the beat of his heart.
Oliver's member slid into the crevice between Martha's plump ass cheeks, the slickness of the water and soap making it easy for him to glide back and forth. He watched as she scrubbed her scalp, her breasts swinging with the motion, and he felt a swell of pride that his mother was so beautiful. His hands reached out to grip her waist, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin just above her hips, the tip of his cock teasingly kissing the entrance to her ass. She stiffened momentarily but didn't pull away, her breath hitching as she continued her task, seemingly oblivious to the intrusion.
As he pushed further, the tightness around his head made him gasp, and he felt her body tense. "Mom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Does that feel good?"
Martha froze, the shampoo forgotten in her hair. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. The taboo nature of the act sent a rush of panic through her, but she couldn't deny the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her core. She whipped her head around to look at Oliver, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "What are you doing?" she managed to choke out.
Oliver's face was a picture of earnest need. "It's okay, Mom," he reassured her, his voice gentle but insistent. "Just relax." His grip on her waist tightened, and he began to thrust in earnest, the head of his cock nudging insistently against her tight ring.
Martha's breath caught in her throat as she felt him push deeper. The initial shock gave way to a strange mix of fear and arousal that she had never experienced before. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her in a way that no one else ever had. The water pounded around them, muffling the sounds of their ragged breaths and the faint slap of skin against skin.
Her body trembled as he inched further in, the sensation of his thickness invading her most private space both terrifying and exhilarating. The warmth of the shower seemed to amplify every sensation, making it feel more real, more intense. Her knees grew weak, threatening to buckle beneath her, but Oliver's firm grip kept her upright, his strong hands supporting her as he claimed her inch by inch.
"Oh, Oliver," she gasped, her voice a mix of protest and need. Yet she couldn't find the strength to pull away. The forbidden nature of their union only seemed to fuel the fire burning within her. "You're... you're all the way inside me," she murmured, the words barely a whisper as she struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation.
Oliver's hips began to rock, his movements slow and deliberate as he pushed himself deeper into his mother's warmth. "Does it feel good, Mommy?" he asked, his voice a blend of innocence and hunger. The sound of his voice, so similar yet so different in this new context, sent shivers down her spine.
Martha's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the full length of him fill her up. It was wrong, she knew, but the sensation was undeniable. The fear was slowly being overtaken by a deep, primal need that she hadn't felt in years. Her pussy clenched around the foreign object, her body's way of trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. "Y-yes," she murmured, her voice shaky. "It feels... good."
Oliver's eyes lit up with joy at her admission, his thrusts growing more confident. "Sis always said you needed stress relief," he panted, his voice echoing off the tiles. "I hope I'm helping." His words brought to mind countless conversations with his sister, Victoria, who had often expressed concern for their mother's well-being. Victoria had suggested various methods, but none had ever been quite so... personal.
Martha's thoughts swirled as she felt her son's cock slide in and out of her. The pleasure was undeniable, a stark contrast to the guilt that began to gnaw at the edges of her mind. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of comfort in his touch. The water continued to cascade around them, the steam thickening as their bodies moved in unison.
Oliver leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "You don't have to worry," he whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance amidst the cacophony of emotions. "Just relax, Mommy." He kissed her softly, his lips pressing into her skin, leaving a trail of tender pecks along her collarbone. The affection was jarring, but it served to soothe the storm raging within her.
With trembling hands, Martha reached up to cover Oliver's, her fingers entwining with his as she felt his strong grip shift from her waist to her breasts. He cupped them, his palms enveloping their fullness, and began to knead gently. The sensation was foreign yet oddly comforting, the tenderness in his touch at odds with the raw lust driving his hips.
"Look, Mommy," Oliver said, his voice filled with excitement as he took a step back, his cock still buried deep inside her. She glanced down, and indeed, her belly bulged with every thrust he made, the sight both disturbing and strangely arousing. His shaft glistened with their combined wetness, a stark reminder of the taboo act they were committing.
Martha bit her lip, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. "Be a good girl, Mommy," Oliver murmured, his voice low and husky. "Take all of my cock." The words were a command, yet they were said with such sweetness that it sent a thrill through her. Her body responded to his words, her muscles relaxing as she allowed him to continue his exploration of her most intimate parts.
With newfound vigor, Oliver began to thrust rapidly, his cock pistoning in and out of her with a force that took her breath away. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and Oliver took advantage, kneading them with fervor, his thumbs circling her sensitive nipples. The feeling was exquisite, and she felt a warmth spread from her chest to her core, igniting a fire that had long laid dormant.
"Oh, Mommy," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the moment. "You're so tight, so perfect." Martha's heart raced as she felt her son's pleasure, the intensity of his desire a testament to his unbridled passion. "I wish I could fuck sis like this," he murmured, his voice a mix of longing and envy. The thought of her son with Victoria sent a shock through her system, a bizarre blend of jealousy and excitement that only served to fuel the flames of her arousal.
Martha's hand shot to her mouth, stifling a cry as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within her. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she could feel an orgasm building, threatening to shatter the last remnants of her resolve. "Oliver," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can't say things like that."
He paused for a moment, his eyes snapping open to meet hers. "What's wrong, Mommy?" he asked, genuine confusion etched across his face.
Martha took a deep, shaky breath. "It's just... Victoria," she managed to say, her voice trembling. "She's only twelve." The words hung in the air, thick with the weight of their implications.
Oliver's thrusts stuttered before resuming with renewed vigor. "But she's so pretty," he said, his voice strained with his own building climax. "And she's always talked about it."
Martha's mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. Twelve-year-old Victoria was indeed beautiful, with the same vibrant green eyes and playful smile that had captured so many hearts in their town. But she was still so young, so innocent. The idea of her children engaging in such a forbidden act was more than she could bear. "Oliver, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't talk about your sister like that."
Oliver's eyes searched hers, the confusion slowly morphing into understanding. "You're jealous, Mommy?" he asked, his voice tinged with wonder. The question hung in the steam-filled air, a stark reminder of the perverse dynamic that had overtaken their relationship.
Martha felt a blush creep up her neck, the heat of it mixing with the warmth of the water. "N-no," she stuttered, trying to shake her head, but the movement sent another ripple of pleasure through her body. The lie was as transparent as the water cascading down her cheeks, mixing with the tears that had begun to form.
"Oh, fuck," Oliver exclaimed, his eyes widening as he pulled out of her with a wet pop. The sudden emptiness made her gasp, and she could feel the ache of his absence. He stepped closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. "Your jealousy turns me on, Mommy," he said, his voice thick with lust. "It means you want me all to yourself."
Martha looked up at him, her eyes swimming with a mix of emotions. She couldn't deny the dark thrill his words sent through her. "Oliver," she breathed, her voice shaky.
He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were soft yet demanding, and she melted into him, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of the shower enveloping them like a cocoon of sinful pleasure. The taste of mint toothpaste and a hint of soap lingered on his tongue, a stark reminder of the intimate act they were committing.
Martha's body tensed as Oliver's thrusts grew erratic, the head of his cock bumping against her g-spot with every plunge. The pleasure was so intense she could hardly breathe, her moans echoing off the shower walls. His fingers tightened on her hips, guiding her movements, pushing her to meet him thrust for thrust. Then, with a final, desperate push, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and she felt the warmth of his climax fill her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help the cry that tore from her throat, her own orgasm following swiftly behind, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure that left her trembling and weak.
Oliver's chest heaved with exertion, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered sweet nothings that only served to heighten her arousal. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "All mine."
Martha's body trembled as she felt him pulse inside her, his seed spilling into her most intimate space. The sensation was foreign, yet it sent a delirious thrill through her that she hadn't felt in years. She gasped as he continued to thrust, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. The taboo nature of their act only added to the intensity of her pleasure, making it feel more forbidden and more exhilarating with every passing second.
Her walls clamped down around him, milking his cock as he shot rope after rope of cum deep into her ass. The warmth of his release filled her, a strange comfort amidst the chaos of emotions that swirled through her. She could feel the sticky mess of it leaking out around his shaft, mingling with the water as it flowed down her thighs. The sight was both shocking and oddly satisfying, a testament to the depth of their depravity.
Martha's orgasm crested, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The sensation of Oliver's seed filling her was almost too much to handle, and she leaned heavily against the shower wall for support. Her breaths were ragged, her chest heaving as she tried to come to terms with the reality of what they had just done. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body betrayed her, reveling in the illicit touch of her son.
Oliver pulled out of her, his cock still hard and glistening with the remnants of their combined passion. He looked at her with a mix of love and possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. "You liked that, didn't you, Mommy?" he asked, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction that only added to her arousal.
Martha couldn't lie; the feeling of his cum filling her up was something she had never experienced before, and it sent a warmth through her that she hadn't felt in years. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I liked it."
As Oliver's cock slipped out of her, she heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. She whipped her head around, her eyes widening in horror to see her twelve-year-old daughter, Victoria, standing in the doorway. The girl's eyes were wide with shock, but as she took in the scene before her, they began to gleam with something else entirely.
Victoria's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she licked her lips, her eyes transfixed on the sight of her brother's cock still glistening with their combined fluids. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and arousal. "That's so hot."
Martha's eyes widened with horror, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth. "Victoria, sweetie, you shouldn't be in here," she stammered, trying to shield her daughter from the scene she had just walked in on. But it was too late; the damage had been done.
Victoria's eyes remained glued to her brother's cock, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Can I join you two?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. The innocence of her question belied the hungry look in her eyes, a look that mirrored the one Oliver had worn just moments before.
Martha's mind raced, a tornado of thoughts and emotions. She knew that what they had done was wrong, but the pleasure had been too intense to deny. How could she now forbid Victoria from experiencing the same? It would be the epitome of hypocrisy. "Oliver," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. "What are we doing?"
Oliver's eyes met hers, a mix of lust and love in their depths. He stepped closer, his cock still hard, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. "We're making love, Mommy," he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that took her aback. "And now Victoria wants to be a part of it."
Martha felt a strange mix of emotions swirl within her. Guilt, fear, and a dark, seductive excitement that she couldn't deny. She looked at Victoria, who had taken a tentative step into the steamy bathroom, her own eyes alight with curiosity and a hint of desire.
Oliver, seemingly unfazed by the interruption, reached out to his sister, his hand still sticky with their shared pleasure. "Come here, sis," he cooed, his voice a siren's call that Martha couldn't resist. She watched in a daze as Victoria approached, her eyes never leaving her brother's cock.
Martha brought her kids to her bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest like a drumline gone wild. The soft caress of the plush carpet beneath her feet was a stark contrast to the harshness of the reality she now faced. The room, once a bastion of comfort and safety, now felt alien, the very air thick with the scent of their taboo union. The bed, a place where she had cradled her babies and read them stories, now beckoned with a promise of darker tales to unfold.
Her voice was firm, yet trembled with the weight of her decision. "Victoria, honey, come here and bend over." The words hung in the air, a silent testament to the shift that had occurred in their family dynamics. Victoria, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of fear, obeyed without question, her small frame casting a shadow on the floor as she approached the bed.
Oliver watched with rapt attention, his cock still hard and demanding. He could see the way his mother's eyes devoured Victoria's body, the same way he had looked at hers just moments before. The sight of his sister's tight little ass, barely covered by her soaking wet towel, made his stomach flip with excitement.
Martha took a deep, shaky breath, her hand shaking slightly as she reached out to gently tug the towel away. The material slipped down, revealing Victoria's pale, untouched skin. She looked back at her son, her eyes pleading for reassurance. "It's okay, Mommy," he murmured, his voice soothing. "We'll show her how much we love each other."
Martha leaned over, her own breasts swaying as she did so, and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Trust me, sweetie," she whispered, her voice a mix of love and something darker, something that made Victoria's heart race. She felt Oliver's hand on her back, guiding her closer to her sister's vulnerable form.
Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch her son's cock, still slick with their combined arousal. She gently directed it towards Victoria's pink folds, the sight of her daughter's innocence about to be shattered forever an oddly thrilling vision. As the head of Oliver's cock brushed against her, Victoria gasped, her body tensing in anticipation.
Martha's heart pounded as she watched her son's cock begin to penetrate her daughter. The sight of his thick shaft disappearing into the girl's tight, virgin pussy was both terrifying and arousing, a dance of love and lust that she had never imagined possible between siblings. "Just like that," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Nice and slow."
Oliver took his mother's advice, pushing in inch by torturous inch. Victoria whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her body seemingly eager to accept the taboo gift her brother offered. "It hurts," she whispered, her voice laced with both pain and pleasure.
Martha's hand slid down to cover Victoria's own, their fingers intertwining as they both watched the slow invasion. "Breathe, baby," she coached, her voice gentle and soothing despite the fiery hunger burning within her. "Just breathe."
Oliver took heed of his mother's guidance, his eyes never leaving Victoria's face as he pushed further, his cock stretching her tight entrance. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of wet, needy noises that only served to stoke the fire of Martha's arousal. With one final, powerful thrust, he was fully seated inside her, his hips flush with her round ass.
Victoria's breath hitched, her body arching backward as the pain gave way to a sudden, blinding pleasure. Her walls clamped down around him, and she felt her climax building, a crescendo of sensation that she had never experienced before. Her pussy clenched around Oliver's cock, and she let out a high-pitched whine that echoed through the room.
Martha watched in amazement as Victoria's body responded to Oliver's touch, her pussy fluttering around his shaft as she climaxed hard. It was a sight that both terrified and aroused her, a testament to the power of the taboo bond that had been forged in that steamy shower. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, her clit pulsing in time with her racing heart.
Oliver began to thrust in earnest, his movements powerful and sure, his eyes never leaving Martha's as he claimed his sister's virginity. The sound of their bodies colliding was a symphony of passion, a rhythm that seemed to resonate deep within her soul. "Fuck her good, Oliver," Martha murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Make her scream."
Victoria's body responded to her brother's fervent pounding, her pussy tightening around him with every thrust. She could feel another orgasm building, the intensity of it threatening to drown her in a sea of pleasure. Her whimpers grew louder, her cries echoing off the walls as she reached back to grip the bed for leverage.
Martha's hand slid down to her own clit, her thumb circling the sensitive nub as she watched her children's bodies move in a dance that was both beautiful and twisted. She felt her own orgasm cresting, her body trembling as she approached the edge. The sight of her son's cock disappearing into her daughter's tight little pussy was almost too much to bear.
Victoria's cries grew louder with each thrust, her body convulsing with pleasure. Oliver's eyes never left hers, his own pleasure clear in every line of his face. "Cum for me, sis," he panted, his voice a desperate plea. "Cum all over my cock."
And she did. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her trembling in its wake. Her pussy spasmed around him, clenching down in a vice-like grip that made him groan with pleasure. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of ecstasy.
Oliver's own climax was building, his balls tightening with every thrust into his sister's welcoming warmth. The sight of her young, supple body writhing beneath his, her back arched and her breasts bouncing with every impact, was more than he could handle. He felt his mother's eyes on him, watching him claim his sister with a mix of pride and desire that only added to his arousal.
"Mommy, I'm going to cum," he gasped, his voice strained. Martha's hand slid down her own body to her clit, mimicking the movements of her daughter's. She watched as Oliver's hips bucked, his cock plunging deeper, his orgasm approaching like a freight train.
"That's it, sis," Oliver grunted, his hips a blur of motion as he fucked Victoria with an animalistic intensity that Martha had never seen in him before. "Take it all. Take your brother's cum."
Victoria's orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt, her entire body seizing up as she screamed out her pleasure. The walls of her pussy contracted around Oliver's cock, her juices flowing freely as she felt the first hot spurt of his cum fill her. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to go on forever as he emptied himself into her, the warmth of his seed filling her to the brim.
Martha watched, her own hand working feverishly between her legs as she chased her own release. Her eyes never left the sight of her son's cock buried deep inside her daughter, her own body responding to the depraved beauty of the moment. She could feel the tension in Oliver's muscles, the way his entire body was wound tight with the effort of holding back until Victoria's climax had crested.
With one final, powerful thrust, Oliver buried himself to the hilt, his entire length sheathed in the velvety warmth of Victoria's pussy. Martha watched, her heart in her throat, as her son's expression contorted in ecstasy. His eyes rolled back, his body stiffened, and with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came. Thick ropes of cum spurted into Victoria, filling her tight little pussy until it was stretched to the limit.
Martha's own hand was a blur between her legs, her clit swollen and sensitive to the touch. As she watched the forbidden union unfold before her, a terrifying thought struck her: what if Victoria got pregnant? The idea was as alarming as it was arousing, and it sent her spiraling over the edge. Her own orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
Her hand moved faster, her eyes glued to the sight of Oliver's cock, still pulsing with the remnants of his climax, buried deep within Victoria. The thought of her daughter carrying her brother's child was a dark, twisted fantasy that she had never allowed herself to entertain before, but now it was all she could think about. The potential consequences were too much to bear, yet the thrill of the forbidden act was intoxicating.
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