Incestuous Harem s Passion 13 Teaching Incest to the Siblings
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An American Incest Story: Chapter 7 free porn video
November 15th, 1985
I was excited. To be more accurate, I was really excited. I was going to my first real party. Before this moment, the only parties I attended were birthday parties when I was a kid, Bar Mitzvahs, and dinner parties at my grandmother’s. Tonight, I was going to the kind of party that I usually wasn’t invited to.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Robert, why should you care about getting invited to parties? You have something better; you get to fuck your mom on a regular basis, you and your mom are also members of an incest support group, where every meeting turns into an orgy, and you have two fuck buddies, Jane from the incest support group, and Kathy Kramer from school. Do you realize how many people would sell their souls to trade places with you?”
I realize that I had/have a great life. But get this, back then, I was still the “average” sixteen-year-old. I wanted to go to parties. I wanted to show the world that I wasn’t the dweeb my classmates thought I was. I wanted folks to see that I was actually cool.
Not that any of my classmates would be at this party. You see, this event was exclusive to the children (ages sixteen to twenty-one) of the incest support group. To keep what we do a secret from outsiders, we were encouraged to date those with similar family situations. It makes things easier.
I really wanted to date Jane, but my mom didn’t think it was a good idea. She thought that since Jane was a high school dropout, she would be a bad influence on me. She wasn’t wrong. Since K-Mart paid a whopping $4.00 an hour, Jane was selling coke and weed to fund her move to Hollywood. She wanted me to sell for her. She thought we could make big bucks selling to the other Richie Rich’s at my school. The only problem was I afraid of getting caught and going to jail. She gave me an ultimatum; sell drugs for me if you want to keep on fucking me.
Needless to say, she wasn’t invited to tonight’s party.
As I was getting ready, my mom came into my room and asked, “What time is Tommy picking you up?”
“He said around 8:30,” I replied.
“Do you like spending time with him?” she asked.
“I guess so,” I replied.
“He’s a good boy,” she said. “He’s so good at eating my pussy.”
My insecurities started kicking in. Was this my mom’s not-so-subtle way of telling me that I’m not good at orally pleasing her? I wanted to shout, “Does he eat pussy better than me?” But I didn’t have to; the look on my face said it all.
“Honey, don’t fret,” she squealed, “you’re better.”
When I looked back toward my mom, I saw that her skirt and panties were on the floor, and her legs were spread while her fingers diligently played with her trimmed pussy. In my mind, my mom was the most beautiful redhead in the world. I was transfixed on her flawless 5’6, 125lbs, 34C-26-37 body as I watched her finger fuck herself.
My hard 7.5-inch cock was throbbing, begging me to let it out. I couldn’t ignore its pleas and freed it from its unjust imprisonment. With my pants now on the floor, I ran over to my mother and tried to insert my rock-hard dick into her moist tunnel of love. Before I could, my mother cock-blocked me when she said, “Give mommy what she really wants.”
I quickly got on my knees and put my face into the hot, wet wonderland known as my mom’s cunt. I kissed and licked every inch of it before my tongue started circling her clit. On the third lick, or as I call it “The Tootsie Pop” lick, my mom let out her first really loud moan. That was usually my cue to insert my right index finger into her twat. As the pace of my licking picked up speed, the thrusts of my finger remained at a slow and steady pace.
Two to four minutes later her moans would get louder and louder, but the second she started quivering I knew it was time to insert another finger and go to town. Seconds later, I removed my tongue from her clit; slapped it with my left hand and started furiously rubbing it. When I saw her hands clench my blanket I knew we were about to reach the magic moment, her grand finale. Her body trembled as moans of pleasure flowed like music out of her mouth. That was quickly followed by a single hiccup and giggle.
I then stood between her legs as I clenched my throbbing cock. I could feel the millions of sperms racing to free themselves from the shackles of my penis to start the ultimate race, the race to create a new life. But today, that contest would be taking a major detour. After my second thrust, my mom could sense I was ready to bust a nut, because she looked me in the eyes and loudly whispered, “Cum all over me.”
I quickly took out my cock and started stroking. Five seconds later, it pulsated with anticipation for my seed to jettison out of it. Instead of crossing the finish line to earn a chance to be my sibling/child, they found themselves splattered all over my blanket, and mom’s stomachs and tits.
After allowing herself a moment of post-sex bliss she suddenly sprung back into mom mode. She looked at my alarm clock and squealed that it was 8:30. I couldn’t go to a party reeking of sex and sweat mingled with the off-putting stench of my cologne. I needed to take another shower.
As my mother used my blanket to clean herself, the doorbell rang. My mom smiled, as she said, “Why don’t you clean up, while I take care of Tommy.”
As she walked out of my room naked, I ran to the shower. As the water hit my body, I could see that my cock was once again hard. As I started jerking off I mentally replayed the memory of shooting my load all over my mom’s body. As my load hit the shower wall I took solace that, unlike some of my old friends, I was doing more than masturbating on a Friday night.
After I finished my shower and got redressed, I walked down to the main level of our house. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear the moans of ecstasy coming from the front hallway. When I arrived, I saw my mother on all fours as Tommy fucked her from behind. She looked so hot as her eyes rolled back while her body quivered. I quickly took my pants off, slightly squatted before thrusting my enlarged and hardened member into her welcoming mouth.
I have to admit I loved watching my mom derive pleasure from others. I also loved that my mom had the talent to make everyone she’s with feel as if they’re the greatest lover in the world, and, yes, that includes me. I often wondered what she thought of me as a lover, and not as her son. When you’re both it’s often difficult to determine where you are on the relationship spectrum. Several weeks before her death in 2006, I held her hand and asked her. She clenched mine, looked me in the eyes, and said, “There was only you, and then there’s everyone else.” She then drew me into a passionate kiss, which was a prelude to the last time my mother and I fucked.
Before we eventually get to that chapter let’s continue with the current one.
After three minutes of fucking my mom’s mouth, Tommy and I were standing over her as she kneeled on the floor. I glanced over at my friend’s cock as he continued stroking; I was pleased to see that his dick appeared to be a little shorter and thinner than mine. I smiled knowing that mine was bigger than his. I imagined that besides my mom, every woman that we’ve mutually fucked, which includes his mom, sister, and Mrs. Miller, all preferred my cock to his.
The mere thought of Mrs. Miller had me thinking about the afternoon my mom and her pulled me out of school and took me to a scuzzy motel on 8 Mile and Woodward where they masturbated as they watched me fuck this sixteen-year-old runaway hooker for an entire afternoon. Five times I would cum in her sweet pussy. Five times my mom and Mrs. Miller would try to lick my seed out of her snatch. On the sixth time, my mom and Mrs. Miller shared my cock with the hooker. After fucking each of them, they got on their knees as I covered their faces with my man goo.
Seventeen years later, by some crazy twist of fate, I ran into the former hooker, and now lawyer. Three days after that she introduced me to my oldest daughter Christina Lee.
That definitely will be a story for another time.
But I digress. Let’s get back to the action. Tommy and I were stroking our cocks at a rapid pace. Simultaneously we showered my mom’s face with our combined jizz. As she scooped our cum off of her, but before eating it, she said, “Do you boys need to take a shower?”
Tommy quietly laughed as he said, “I want to walk into the party smelling like I just fucked.”
My mom laughed as she said, “That you will.”
She then walked out of the room to go clean herself up.
As Tommy and I were getting dressed he laughed as he said, “One day I’m going to marry your mom.”
“Shut-up,” I said.
“You’re so spoiled,” he said. “Your mom is something special, I’d kill to trade places with you.”
I totally understood why. Tommy’s mom is awesome, she’s a great cook, and gave life altering blowjobs. She was also a lecturer. Tommy would tell me on multiple times how his mom gives him extensive notes on how he could improve his fucking techniques. I think he likes that my mom doesn’t do that, and she’s hotter than Tommy’s mom.
My mom returned as we finished getting dressed. After giving Tommy a hug and passionate kiss she turned her attention to me by giving me a passionate kiss before whispering, “If you meet a lovely young lady tonight bring her home, I’d love to meet her.”
Minutes later Tommy and I were driving toward the party in Lake Orion, Michigan. He was telling me that these parties could get crazier than the incest group’s orgies. He theorized that those involved in our lifestyle tend to be more sexually free because we give into desires that some might find profane.
Eventually we arrived at this large house in the middle of nowhere. I was astonished at how many cars were parked around the house and on the empty street leading up to it. I told Tommy that I couldn’t believe there were so many of us.
Tommy stared out of the window for a second before saying, “Incest in America’s biggest secret, and biggest fantasy for a reason. That’s why there are so many porno’s about incest, and you know what? None of them get it right. They just focus on the fucking. They don’t focus on things like dad’s being jealous of sons, and how the dad wouldn’t talk to the son for a week because he did something that the old man could never do, make his mom squirt.”
For several minutes he sat in silence. He looked like he wanted to cry. But he didn’t. Before I could ask him if everything was okay he slapped me on the knee as he said, “Let’s party.”
As Tommy rang the doorbell I looked at our reflections in the screen door. I hated that he looked more mature than me. He looked like a man, and I looked like a boy pretending to be a man. Tommy was 6’0, 190lbs, clean-shaven and short brown hair that is spiked on top. On the other hand I was 5’7, dark black hair, slightly muscular, 180lbs and baby faced.
When we entered the house we were greeted by Mike Gilbert, the middle child of Ken and Leslie Gilbert, and the owners of this secluded property. At eighteen, Mike looked like the typical high school jock. However he did not act like one. He was so nice.
Tommy later told me that on Mike’s sixteenth birthday his parents bought him a brand new pick-up truck. On that night he got another gift, his mom took his virginity in the bed of the truck as his dad fucked his older sister.
The first stop of the tour was the living room, where his sixteen-year old sister, Nikki Gilbert was being railed by two guys who Tommy said were the seventeen and nineteen year old sons of a local television evangelist. After the younger brother shot his load into her tight teenage cunt and dropped to the floor, Tommy yelled, “Nikki, may I join?”
“Yes, Tommy,” she moaned.
Within a minute she was blowing Tommy as she rode the older brother.
Mike and I watched for a few minutes. After the TV preacher’s oldest son blew his load he told me he’d be cool if I decided to join them.
I passed.
We then walked into the kitchen, where Mike gave me a beer. “I hope you like Heineken,” he said as he cracked one open for himself.
“It’s my favorite,” I said.
I hoped he couldn’t tell that I was lying. I never had a Heineken before. In fact I’ve only sipped the occasional beer, and drank half a can on my sixteenth birthday. I really didn’t like the taste. But I didn’t want him to know that, so I took a massive swing before shouting delicious.
“Dude, you look like you’re about to puke,” he said while laughing.
“I wasn’t,” I said before reluctantly taking another sip.
“Dude, it’s alright,” he said as he patted me on the back. “You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. Here we get to be honest. Here we get to be our real selves and share our stories with others who are living them too. Understand?”
“Yes,” I replied as I spilled the rest of the beer into the sink.
“Dude, you’re so uptight,” he said while laughing. “There’s one thing better than beer to loosen a guy up.”
He then hit the talk button on the intercom before saying, “Megan Breen, you are needed in the kitchen. Pronto.”
Within a minute the most beautiful girl in the world walked buck-naked into the kitchen. The second I saw her I was smitten. If you saw her you would be to. Megan Breen of Grand Rapids was a sixteen-year-old, brown haired, 5’3, 114b, 32B-24-34 goddess.
She kissed Mike on the lips before dropping to her knees, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them to the floor. She smiled as she put my throbbing cock into her mouth. After tasting every single inch of my member she took it out of her mouth before saying, “You have a beautiful penis.”
When I think of this moment my heart’s simultaneously happy and sad. I’m happy because this is how I met my future wife. I’m sad because I also know what came next. There was lots of happiness, and when the sickness came so did the darkness. To this day I wonder what would’ve happened if she did more than just suck my cock. Would the events that followed still have happened, or would we have had more time to be together?
I’ll never know. But if I could I would like to travel to an alternate dimension and find out. What I do know is at that moment in time she was giving me one of the top three blowjobs I’ve ever had.
Needless to say I was trying not to submit to the urge to blow my load at that very instant. I wanted to last longer I really did. But in the end I held on for another second or two before my seed shot down her throat.
After she finished swallowing she jumped up, gave me a kiss as she whispered, “You taste delicious, now do me.”
I got behind her; slightly spread her legs before playing with her wet, bald beaver. Before I could really start finger fucking her a dude’s voice screamed over the intercom saying, “Megan Breen you’re needed in the living room. Pronto.”
“Duty calls,” she said as she had me remove my hand from her wet cunt.
After we kissed she said, “I get off Blowjob Bitch duty in an hour. Find me then.”
Because of what happened next I didn’t look for her. I didn’t see her again until Tommy’s wedding in May of ’92. One week later her and I were in car headed towards Los Angeles. While we made many stops along the way, the only one that mattered was in Las Vegas. I think you can figure out what happened there.
But that’s also a story for another time.
We resume our regularly scheduled chapter with Mike explaining to me the duties of a Blow Job Bitch. At the start of the party six women’s names are randomly pulled from a hat. For three hours they are to walk around the party naked. And when called they are supposed to quickly come and help guys who need a release.
He took another swig of beer before saying, “You feeling relaxed?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Cool,” he said, “Let me go introduce you to everyone.”
We then went from room to room where I met everyone who wasn’t having sex. I met kids from all walks of life and ethnicities, people I wouldn’t have met if we all weren’t fucking members of our families.
Everyone I met was so cool, especially Carl Jennings. Him and I had lots of things in common. We were both sixteen, fucked our moms, and were both huge comic book nerds. As we talked about Uncanny X-Men 198 I heard a familiar female voice yell, “Robert Schapiro, what are you doing here?”
I didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Jenny Hirsch. I’ve been hearing her voice since kindergarten. While we’ve gone to the same schools our entire lives, this might be the first time she actually initiated a conversation with me. To be polite I turned around and said, “Hi, Jenny.”
She then turned back to her friends and shouted, “I go to school with him.”
I was shocked that someone else from my school was involved in family fun. It never occurred to me that I wasn’t the only one there who enjoyed the pleasures of a family member. And if I did suspect anyone else, Jenny Hirsch wouldn’t be on that list.
Let me tell you about Jenny. She was a cheerleader. She was a gymnast. And she was not only one of the hottest sixteen year olds at our school; she was one of the hottest girls at our school period. She had black hair that ran past her neck. She had beautiful brown eyes, and sparkly white teeth. She was 5’2, weighed 98lbs, and had a sexy 34B-24-34 figure. On this night she was wearing a short, black dress.
Jenny was the typical Jewish-American Princess. She wanted a brand new Mercedes for her sixteenth birthday. Guess what? Her dad bought her one. When she and her friends couldn’t get tickets to see Madonna, on the “Like a Virgin” tour, her dad arranged for Madonna to perform a private show in their backyard. A lot of the kids at school considered her a spoiled bitch. Considering who her dad was, he could afford to give her whatever she wanted, and he obviously did.
After all, her dad was the legendary Ronnie Hirsch, the rock ‘n roll lighting king of Southeast Michigan. If you grew up in Detroit in the seventies, eighties and early nineties you’d recognize him from his commercials. In them he’d cover songs like “You Light Up My Life” where he’d slightly change the lyrics to something like, “I'll light up your house.” As crappy as they were they obviously worked, because he turned his father’s small lighting business into an empire.
“This is so weird,” she said.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m kind of freaking out.”
“Me too,” she said. “I mentally prepared myself on how to react if I ever ran into someone I knew at one of these things. I thought about what to say, but for the life of me I can’t remember any of it.”
“It never occurred to me that I anyone else at school did what my mom and I do,” I said.
“Right after I started with my family they sat me down and told me about our lifestyle and community,” she said.
“My mom found the group in a moment of desperation,” I said.
“How did she find us?” she asked.
“In an ad in the back of one of my dad’s porno mags,” I replied.
As Jenny and I were talking, her friends started blowing Carl Jennings. His grunts and moans were starting to drown out our conversation. It got so bad that we stopped talking and started watching as Carl started fucking her friends.
Jenny whispered “Do you want to join them or go find somewhere a little more private to talk?” into my ear.
“Let’s find somewhere to talk,” I said.
“Cool,” she exclaimed as she grabbed me by the hand before walking upstairs.
We ended up in the master bedroom. Mike’s parents had a huge bed that was big enough for several people to fuck on. Yet she was the only one on the bed, while I sat on a chair across from her while nervously tapping my right foot.
“So,” she said while playing with her hair, “I’ve heard some things about you.”
“What did you hear?” I asked.
“That you’re fucking Kathy Kramer,” she said. “Mindy Grenn heard you and her fucking in the women’s bathroom a few weeks ago.”
I blushed.
“I didn’t believe it,” she said, “but after seeing you here it’s all starting to make sense.”
“How so?” I asked.
“We change after we lose our virginity,” she said. “It’s like a big secret is finally revealed to us, we realize how good our bodies can make us feel, and we want to experience that feeling as often as possible. When you’re part of a loving family you get to experience that feeling as often as possible, it makes you more confident. It makes you more sexual adventurous. While it might be subtle, like in the way you walk and carry yourself, people can sense there’s something different about you. Back in September there was something different about you; you changed.”
“That’s when things between me and my mom started,” I said.
“Tell me everything,” she said in a demanding tone as she spread her legs to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties under her short black dress. After showing me her bald beaver she started playing with herself.
I unzipped my pants and took out my rock hard 7.5-inch cock and started lightly stroking it as I told her my story. I told her about how my mom started playing with my penis in the bathtub several months after turning sixteen. I then went into great detail about how she took my virginity, and how she joined Kathy Kramer and me on a night we should have been studying. I then told her about my father taking me to the brothel, how my mom and I joined the incest group, my relationship with Jane, and how I introduced a girl from work to the pleasures of family love as I had threesome with her and her sister.
“That is so hot,” she squealed as she made herself cum, “Now fuck me like you fuck your mom.”
When I woke up this morning I knew I was going to have sex with at least one girl at this party, I just had no idea it would be Jenny Hirsch. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve masturbated while fantasizing about fucking her. What I can tell you is that along with Heather Grubb, and Sara Blake she was in the top-three female classmates I jerked off to.
After we both got naked I joined her on Mike’s parent’s bed and we started making out. As our lips locked, and our tongues played in each other’s mouths, I maneuvered my right hand between her legs and inserted my right index finger into her wet cunt.
As I fucked Jenny with my finger her body started quivering. When my finger started moving faster and faster she bit me on the lip right before she had an orgasm. After that my lips started moving down her body. I started with her neck before moving down to her breasts. When I got there I sucked, kissed, licked and played with her sensitive nipples until she had another orgasm.
When I got down to her pussy, I stood up at the edge of bed stroking my hard cock, as I made her masturbate and beg for my tongue.
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