Daughter's Incestuous Therapy 3: The Joys Of Mothers Loving Sons free porn video

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Three: The Joys of Mothers Loving Sons

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Session 5 with Jill Daniels

“Thanks for coming in today,” I said to Jill Daniels, smiling at the mother of Mercedes. Normally, I saw Jill on Friday after my session with her daughter and not on Monday.

The woman nodded. She lay on the bed beside me. I was working her towards my cuddle therapy. I loved the look in her eyes. She had this wild gleam. Almost haunted. She was realizing things about herself. Things she didn't think she was capable of feeling.

“So, how was the tape?” I asked. I'd heard from Mercedes that Jill had spent all weekend in her bedroom while her husband was out fishing. “Enjoy it?”

Jill shuddered, her cheeks going red. “It was the hottest thing in the world, Dr. Elliston.” She glanced at me, licking her lip. “That was really your husband and his mother?”

I smiled, remembering filming the naughty, amateur porno that I'd given Jill to help her get the hots for her son. “Yes, it was,” I said. “It was fun to make.”

My thoughts drifted.

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Nine weeks earlier...

I held the digital camcorder in my hand as I stood in the kitchen of our third house. We owned three of them in a row on our block, the fences knocked down to link the backyards. We lived in the first two houses while the third house was off limits to our kids. They were too young to see the things that went on in here.

My mother-in-law and sex slave, Cheryl Elliston, stood at the sink. She wore a light-blue dress spotted with flowers. It was a rather conservative dress, something a housewife would wear. She had an apron over it. She was humming, doing the dishes. Her dyed-blonde hair swayed about her shoulders. She stood taller than me, almost Clint's height. Her large breasts swelled the front of her blouse, the apron stretched over it.

Clint strode in wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I shuddered at the sight of him. I smiled at the hungry look in his face as he stared at his mother. Normally, she was his sex slave. He mastered her, claiming her when she'd been drowning in grief after her husband, our father, had died.

I'd never known our father.

Clint came up behind his mother and grabbed her rump through her dress. She stiffened, her back arching. She shuddered and said, “What are you doing?”

Normally, she didn't question him. She would melt into his touch and become playdough in his hand, but right now she played her role. I wanted this therapy tape ready to help my patients accept that incest was okay. No, that it was something they should enjoy.

“Clint,” my mother-in-law repeated, shuddering as he leaned in and nuzzled into her dyed-blonde hair. He went to kiss at her neck and her shoulders rolled, rebuffing her.“Clint, you can't do this.”

“Why not?” he groaned. “I can't stop thinking about you, Mom.”

“That's exactly why,” she groaned, her hands turning off the faucet. He kneaded her rump as he nuzzled into her neck. He kissed at her skin. She shuddered. “You're my son. This is wrong.”

“I don't care,” he said. “I know you're not getting enough. You're frustrated. In need. I can give you what you crave. I can give you the pleasure you're missing out.”

“Clint,” she whimpered as he squeezed her rump. “You don't know what you're talking about.”

“Don't I, Mom?” His right hand slid around her hip, caressing her body through her dress. He slid up her stomach. His hand climbed higher and higher, vanishing beneath her apron. He reached her large breast, cupping it. squeezing it.

I shuddered, fighting against the heat gathering in my pussy. It rippled out of me. I rubbed my thighs together. My naked breasts swayed. I wanted to moan in delight as I watched Clint knead his mother's breast.

“Don't I know just what you need?” he growled as he squeezed her tit. “You are frustrated. Horny. You have a body that deserves to be worshiped. Mom, I'm here for you.”

“But it's wrong,” she groaned. “Your father, he's—”

“He's not here,” he said. “He's never here. But I am, Mom.” Clint turned her around and cupped her face. Her cheeks burned red. Her brown eyes darted around. His free hand cupped her breast through her apron and dress again. “Let me love you.”

“Clint,” she groaned, squirming. “This is wrong. Incest.”

“It's love,” he said.

Pussy juices ran down my thighs as she whimpered. Blood pumped through my veins. It flowed hot. My fingers quivered and twitched. This was driving me wild. I wanted to join their incestuous passion. The way his mother shuddered, how her lower lip quivered, had me aching.

“Let me love you, Mom,” he said, leaning in. “Let me worship you. You deserve it, don't you?”

“I... I...” She shuddered. “Clint, please, we can't go down this road.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“I... I don't know,” she whispered, her eyes closing. “People say it's wrong.”

“Who cares?”

Clint kissed her. I shuddered and my cunt clenched. This heat rippled through my body. It flooded through my flesh. My pussy burned with excitement as mother and son kissed. Their tongues danced together. My mother-in-law whimpered against her son. She trembled as he kissed her hard.

His hands roamed her body as he loved her. She surrendered into it. She kissed him with awakened passion. She moaned. He growled. I fought the urge to masturbate. I wanted to join them. To feel them loving my body. I flexed the fingers of my hand not holding the camcorder.

His hand grabbed the hem of his mother's skirt. He pulled it up. He drew it higher and higher. He raised her dress up her thigh, exposing more and more of her. She whimpered into the kiss. She shuddered against him, their tongues flashing.

He broke the kiss as he pulled her skirt up and over to expose the mauve panties she wore. His hand slid down and cupped her pussy through her panties. Her eyes widened. Her lower lips quivered in delight.

“Clint,” she groaned.

“You're so hot and wet, Mom,” he said, grinning. “You want this, don't you? We're here. Alone. No one has to know. We can love each other. It doesn't matter that you birthed me.” His fingers thrust her panties to the side. She gasped as his digits slid through her dark bush. “You want me back in you.”

“Clint,” she whimpered. “This... I...”

“Mmm, let me show you how much I love you, Mom.” Clint grinned at her as he sank to his knees. His left hand held her skirt and apron bunched over her waist. His right hooked the front of her panties, threatening to pull them to the side. “Let me worship you and give you the pleasure you deserve to experience.”

“Oh, god,” she groaned as he worked off her panties. He exposed her dark bush, revealing her true hair coloring. Her breasts rose and fell in her bodice. Her bleached-blonde hair swayed about her blushing cheeks.

He rolled her panties down her thighs. Clint shoved them down past her knees. They fell to her feet. She stepped out of them with her left foot, the dainty cloth clinging to her right. Clint pressed her thighs apart, her feet shifting. He nuzzled towards her pussy, inhaling deeply.

“Your passion smells incredible, Mom,” he growled.

My pussy clenched. My free hand slid down my naked body. I caressed over my belly and reached my black bush. I slid my fingers through my hairs and found my pussy lips. I stroked myself as Clint buried his face into his mother's twat.

My mother-in-law gasped. Her back arched. Her mature and beautiful face twisted in pleasure. She then groaned through clenched teeth. Her hips wiggled as Clint feasted on her. I moved closer, rubbing my twat as I filmed my husband and brother feasting on his mother.

I squatted down. He danced his tongue across her folds. He stroked her while she moaned. Her head tossed back and forth as he devoured her. His left hand held her skirt and apron out of the way while his right slid up her thigh.

“Oh, my god, Clint,” she groaned. “You're... you're...”

“Eating your pussy, Mom?” he asked, pulling his lips away. They were gleaming with her incestuous pussy juices. “Huh, Mom?”

“Yes!” she moaned, her breasts swaying. “Oh, Clint, this... this...”

“Is what you need,” he said and buried his face back into her twat.

“My wonderful son!” she moaned as he ate her.

I stroked my pussy as I squatted there, my fingers caressing my cuntlips. I focused the camera on her twat as he drove his tongue through his folds. He lapped at her. He devoured her with passion. He made her moan and gasp.

I panned the camera up a few times to catch her expression of incestuous passion. Then I returned to Clint pleasing her. His fingers slid through her bush as he ate her. She gasped as he penetrated her with two thick digits.

I plunged two of my own into my twat. I thrust them into my depths. I loved watching them. My hot pussy clenched squeezed around my fingers as I witnessed their incest. It was so hot. He as reaming her cunt and flicking at her clit.

“Oh, yes, yes, Clint!” moaned his mother. “You're such a good son. I... I... I need this. Oh, god, I need this. It's been so long.”

“You'll never be frustrated again,” Clint growled. “I love you, Mom!”

He plunged his fingers fast into her snatch. He sucked on her clit. His words made her shudder. She groaned and gasped. My pussy clenched down on my own fingers. I fought my whimpers, my hand gripping the camcorder. I fought hard to keep it focused.

This was so hot.

Her juices ran down his hand. Her moans echoed through the kitchen. She bucked and moaned. Her breasts heaved beneath her dress and apron. Bleached-blonde hair swayed over her shoulders, caressing her blushing cheeks.

“Clint!” she howled as she came. Her incestuous pleasure spilled across her expression. “Oh, my god, Clint! Clint!”

He thrust his fingers hard and fast. His tongue darted through her folds. He sucked and nibbled on his mother's clit. Her body bucked as her pleasure rippled through her. She whimpered and moaned. Her face twisted.

“Clint, I love you! You're such a good son.”

I shuddered and stood up on unsteady feet. It was time for the real fun to begin.

Clint ripped his face from his mother's twat and stood. He kissed her with his lips stained in her pussy juices. She melted to him, kissing him back with such hunger. Her hands stroked his chest through his shirt while his hands moved.

He untied her apron from around her neck. It fell down between them. His hands moved. He found the zipper of her dress. He dragged it down. It rasped. He broke the kiss and pulled the dress off her shoulders, exposing her mauve bra. Her breasts quivered in it, large and constrained.

My pussy clenched down on my fingers as Clint and unhooked her bra. He took it off and dropped her bra on the floor. Her large breasts spilled out, her dark-red nipples thrusting hard. Clint's hands cupped her tits as he kissed her again. She whimpered.

Her hands darted down to his crotch. She squeezed his girth through his jeans. Their tongues danced together. They loved each other. Her fingers undid his fastener. The zipper rasped. She reached in and seized his dick. She pulled him out.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “Clint, please, I need you. I need my son to love me.”

“Yes!” he growled. He seized her hips and lifted her up. He set her down on the counter, pushing her thighs apart.

She pulled him to her pussy, her character utterly surrendered to their incestuous passion. I captured that moment of his cock nuzzling into her pussy. She rubbed his cock's tip into her folds. He teased her. She whimpered and moaned into their kiss. Her left arm hooked around his neck as she guided him right to her entrance.

She released his cock. He thrust into her.

He slammed into her to the hilt . He sank into her. It was incredible to watch this wicked and naughty sight of a son returning to the hole that had birthed him. My mother-in-law moaned in delight into the kiss, her body shuddering.

She broke the kiss and leaned back on the counter. Her breast jiggled as he drew back and slammed into her. Her thighs gripped his waist, her panties hanging off her right ankle. Pleasure crossed both their faces.

I frigged my pussy hard and fast as I watched their incestuous love. Clint fucked his mother hard. He gave her what she needed. Her breasts bounced and heaved as he plunged in and out of her cunt. He fucked her with passion.

“This is what I need!” howled my mother-in-law. “Oh, Clint, I love it!”

“Mom!” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “Don't fight it. Surrender. I want you cumming on my dick.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

Clint was perfect. My brother-husband plowed my mother-in-law hard. He fucked her, reveling in her incestuous passion. His balls smacked into her flesh. He rammed into her depths over and over. His dick buried into her.

I recorded every moment of their passion. Their moans and gasps. Her tits heaved. His tight ass clenched as he thrust forward. His dick plunged deep into his mother's cunt. His shaft emerged drenched in her passion, gleaming in her juices.

“Clint! Clint!” she moaned. “My strong son! I love it! This is what I need! I don't care if it's wrong! I just want to love you!”

“Yes!” he growled. “Fuck what others think! Embrace our passion!”

He buried into her hard. Fast. Her face twisted. This was it. I recorded the moment her body bucked. I witnessed the sexy beauty cumming on her son's cock. She howled out in rapture, her tits heaving.

“Clint! I love you! You're my sexy son! I want to enjoy you whenever we can!”

“Yes!” he growled, pumping hard. “Damn, Mom, I can feel your passion!”

“I want you to cum in me!” she moaned. “Spill your seed in me. Flood my pussy! Oh, you're such a sexy man!”

She threw her arms around him and kissed him. Her breasts pressed into his chest. He groaned and rammed hard into her. He buried to the hilt in her and growled into her lips. My pussy clenched as I witnessed him cumming in her cunt.

They both moaned. They both trembled as they held each other. They loved each other. It was so hot. My pussy ached for an orgasm. I pulled my digits out of my twat, not wanting to drive myself over the edge into passion.

Clint broke the kiss with his mother. “See?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Mmm, that was amazing. I need more of this.”

He winked at her, his hand fondling her heavy breasts. Then he pulled back, letting me get a shot of his cum leaking out of her pussy, proof that mother and son had united their passion. That they had combined them into something wicked and beautiful.

“And cut!” I cried, turning off my camera. “Oh, my god, that was so hot, slut!”

“Thank you, Mistress,” my mother-in-law moaned, slipping back into her true role as our sex slave.

“You came hard,” Clint said, grabbing her tit again. “Just a nasty, little Mommy-slut.”

“You pleasured me, Master!” she moaned. “It felt so weird, but it was hot pretending...” She shuddered as he rubbed her thumb.

I set the camcorder on the side as Clint glanced at me. His eyes flicked up and down me. “You didn't cum, Pam?”

“No,” I groaned. “I wanted to, but I didn't want to ruin the movie. It was hot. My patients are going to melt when they watched this.” I had a patient named Lamia who I was certain was infatuated with her son, Tai. I was almost to the point where I could get her to admit she wanted to make love to him.

“All those naughty mommies learning that their sons can give them such naughty delights,” Clint said. He took my hand and pulled me to him. His pale skin contrasted with the dusky-olive hue of my Japanese origin. “But they also should learn about the joys of their daughter-in-laws.”

“Well, that might be another tape,” I said, licking my lips. “I bet Melody would love to star in that one.” I liked watching—it was so hot—but Melody, my sister-wife, was the exhibitionist.

“We can practice now,” Clint said, his dick still hard. “You could bend over and clean up that naughty Mommy-slut's cunt. She's been bad. She made a mess in her twat.”

“So bad,” whimpered my mother-in-law. “Mistress, I made a mess in my cunt. Will you clean me out?”

My mouth watered.

I grabbed Cheryl's thighs. I leaned over, and my mother-in-law's spicy musk filled my nose. A hint of salty cum seasoned it. That wonderful scent of hot cunt. I groaned in delight, my nose breathing in that delicious aroma.

“Oh, Mistress, you are such a loving soul,” Cheryl moaned as I kissed up her thighs. Her skirt, bunched around her waist, rustled. “Thank you.”

“Mmm, my pleasure,” I moaned, bent over, my pussy on fire. I licked up her thigh. I reached her cunt.

I nuzzled through her cum-soaked bush. My brother's jizz leaked out of her pussy. That wonderful mix of their incestuous passion coated my lips. My tongue darted through her folds. I licked at her, lapped at her. I savored the wonderful flavor of my brother's salty cum spiced by her ream. Her silky pubic hair rubbed on my face, coating me with jizz.

Her legs were over my shoulder. She squeezed me. Her large boobs quivered over me as I lapped up their incestuous cream. My tongue darted around her cuntlips. I licked it up. I savored the flavor spilling over my tongue.

“Oh, Master, your sister is such a treasure!” Cheryl moaned. “Yes, yes, she's a wicked delight.”

“Don't I know that,” Clint growled. He pressed his cock into my ass. I felt the juices soaking his crown. The same juices I licked out. “One of my two queens.”

I quivered and groaned as my tongue darted through her folds. I teased her. Loved her. I caressed up and down her folds as Clint dipped his dick down between my butt-crack. He slid down and down my crevasse until he nuzzled against my asshole.

I groaned as he pressed into my bowels. I whimpered into my mother-in-law's cunt. My tongue darted into her folds as my anal ring stretched and stretched. My sphincter surrendered to his cock. I whimpered as he buried into me.

His dick slid deeper and deeper into my bowels. I whimpered, clenching down on his cock. It was such a hot treat. This amazing passion that surged through me. I shuddered as he went deeper and deeper. He filled me to the hilt.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” I moaned as he drew back, sliding out of my bowels. He massaged my anal sheath.

Then he slammed into me. He buried to the hilt in me. This wicked heat surged through me. His heavy balls smacked over and over into my pussy. I fluttered my tongue through my mother-in-law's cunt. I scooped up his cum. I lapped it up, exploring around through her pussy.

My tongue scooped it up. I loved his cum as he pumped his dick in and out of my asshole. He rammed hard into me. Deep. His cock plundered my bowels. He filled me again and again. I whimpered in delight. It was incredible. I shuddered, my anal sheath clenching about his dick. He pumped away over and over.

“Clint!” I whimpered, his hands stroking my body, my round breasts swaying.

He pounded my asshole hard. He rammed his cock to the hilt in me again and again. His balls smacked hard into my flesh. That wonderful delight swirled through me. I wiggled my hips back and forth. My asshole gripped him.

“Shit, yes!” he grunted. “Feast on that Mommy-slut. She has such a dirty cunt! She needs you to clean her, Pam! Clean my mom's naughty twat!”

“Yes, yes, Mistress!” moaned Cheryl. “Please, please, clean me!”

The sex slave trembled. Her furry bush rubbed into my cheeks and chin. I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I fluttered through her sheath. I caressed her. Feasted on her. Clint reamed my asshole as I plunged into her twat.

He plundered my bowels. He fucked me hard. Fast. His cock slammed into me. That wonderful pleasure built and but in me. I moaned into my mother-in-law's cunt. I groaned into her as my brother fucked me hard. He pounded me with powerful strokes.

“Damn, Pam!” he growled, his hands stroking my sides. Fire rippled across my skin, a wonderful addition to the passion Clint churned in me. “Clean my Mommy-slut. Mmm, I know you love it.”

“Of course I do!” I moaned, my bowels clenching around his dick.

That wonderful pressure increased. My tongue fluttered up and down my mother-in-law's cunt. I savored the passion. Her spicy juices soaked my lips and chin. I couldn't find any more cum, but I still feasted as my orgasm built.

The slap of balls on my taint and pussy lips echoed through the kitchen. I whimpered, the pleasure building faster and faster. I came closer and closer to that amazing orgasm. I would explode. My asshole would spasm around my brother's cock.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my brother around inside of my bowels. He stimulated me. He teased me. The heat burned through my body. My juices leaked down my thighs. My cunt grew hotter and hotter.

“Shit!” I moaned. “Clint, Clint!”

“I want to feel that asshole cumming on my dick,” he growled. “I want my queen milking me. Show me your passion, Pam!”

His hands slid up my stomach and found my tits. He massaged them. My bowels clamped down on his cock. This pleasure surged through me. I gasped into his mother's twat. I squeezed my hand around her boobs as he played with my breasts.

It added that last bit of spice to my pleasure.

I came on my brother's cock. My body trembled. My asshole clenched and relaxed. This heat surged through me. It was this amazing treat. This wonderful passion. I groaned as he reamed me hard and fast. He buried to the hilt in me. As my flesh convulsed around him.

My cunt convulsed. Juices gushed out as the pleasure bathed my mind. I moaned into my mother-in-law's cunt. I latched my lips onto Cheryl's bud. I sucked on her clit. She bucked on the counter, her breasts heaving over my head.

“Master!” she groaned, her voice quivering. “May I cum on your wife's face?”

“No!” he growled. He slammed hard into my asshole. “Not yet.”

“Yes, Master!” gasped Cheryl.

I sucked on her clit, making her moan and gasp. Her head tossed back and forth while the pleasure raced through me. Juices flowed down my thighs. My mind boiled as Clint hammered my bowels, plunging into my velvety anal sheath.

“Shit, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Clint, cum in me! Give me that jizz!”

“My queen,” he growled, squeezing my tits. “Love you.”

He buried to the hilt in my bowels. His cum erupted. Hot spunk fired into my asshole. I moaned around Cheryl's clit. I sucked as I trembled. Pleasure rippled through me. Stars burst to life before my eyes as my asshole milked my brother's cock.

“My feisty, delicious, naughty queen,” growled Clint. He squeezed my breasts as my asshole drained his balls.

I panted and stared up at my mother-in-law. Her face twisted in rapture. She looked in the need of cumming. I sucked hard on her clit as my pleasure peaked in me. Clint fired that last blast of cum into my bowels.v

“Now you can cum, Mommy-slut,” he growled.

“Thank you, Master!”

Cheryl came at her son's command.

Her pussy juices gushed over my face. I reveled in her spicy flood. Her mature cream bathed my mouth and cheeks. I licked up and down her folds. I savored her passion. I reveled in it as I came down from my orgasmic high.

This was the best idea I'd had in a while. I couldn't wait to hear one of my patient's reaction to the video I'd made.

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Session 5 with Jill Daniels

“You want your son?” I asked Jill Daniels. Her curly, brown hair spilled over her brown hair. I slid against her body. We both wore bra and panties. I savored the contact of our skin. “You want to make love to him.”

She nodded, her brown eyes glossy. “He's been paying attention to me.”

“Perfect, here's what you do this weekend,” I purred.

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Session 21 with Mercedes Daniels

Friday was here, and I was excited as I slipped naked into the bed with Mercedes Daniels. The eighteen-year-old girl had this bright look in her brown eyes. Her nose ring glinted. Her round breasts pressed into my side. Her leg rubbed against mine, slipping over it, almost hugging my thigh.

“You ready for this weekend?” I asked her, my heart pounding in my chest.

“This is so exciting,” the girl groaned. Her nipples poked at me. “I can't believe it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to seduce my daddy into going all the way. He's not going fishing. He's going to be home. I just hope Mom won't be in our hair.”

I smiled in delight. “When I see her in an hour, I'll make sure she's out of the house. Give you plenty of time to make love to your father.”

“Thank you,” the naughty girl moaned. “How are you going to do it.”

“Why”—I gave her a naughty grin—“I'm going to tell her that it's important to your therapy that you spend time alone with your father this weekend.” I nuzzled my nose against her. “Just like I told her not to be bothered if she found you flirting with your father.”

“You are the best therapist in the world,” she moaned, her hand slipping up to cup my tit. “Mmm, my dad is paying you to teach me to seduce him.”

“And other things,” I said as she leaned down and engulfed my nipple.

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Session 7 with Jill Daniels

“I'm so glad you could come in on Monday,” I said as I slipped into the bed with her. She cuddled right up to me, her large breast constrained in a cream-color bra. “How did the weekend go?”

“I did just what you suggested,” she purred. “I told my husband that he needed to spend time with our daughter for her therapy so I was taking our son out to pick blackberry's for the day.”

I smiled. I couldn't wait to meet with Mercedes in an hour to find out what happened on her end. My pussy was soaking wet. “How did Doug take it?”

“My son was eager for it.” Jill shuddered. “You know we'd been flirting all week. I'd been dressing sexy for him. I know I shouldn't. I know it's wrong—I mean, I love my husband—but Doug... He's like Martin when he was younger. When we fell in love and... and...”

“It's even hotter that he's your son,” I said, my hand stroking her hip. I rolled onto my side, my bra-clad breasts pressing into hers. I stared into her eyes. “What happened while you were out picking blackberries?”

“Well...”

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Jill Daniels tale...

“Do you think I'm beautiful?” I asked my son as we arrived at the blackberry bushes. It was this secluded spot. You could hear the freeway, but you couldn't see anything in this little dell. We had privacy. The blackberry bushes climbed the hill, all heavy with their berries. I held my pail in hand as I grinned at my son.

He glanced at me in the short tennis skirt I was wearing and the tight tank top. It modeled to my tits. They swung heavy without a bra, my nipples poking at the fabric. His eyes flicked up and down. “I think you're gorgeous, Mom.”

I smiled. I could see the interest in his eyes. Dr. Elliston was right. My son had it bad for me. All week, I could feel the sexual tension building and building. I loved Martin, I did, but our son was just so handsome. Doug stood tall, nineteen and filling out into a man. He had his father's smile, rugged and hungry. He had the sides of his head shaved and his hair buzzed into a flat top.

I couldn't fight this incestuous desire for my son. I watched that video Dr. Elliston gave me over and over last weekend, and more than a few times this week when I was alone in the house. I had worn out my dildo.

I needed the real thing.

“You're not just saying that, right?” I asked, grabbing the hem of my skirt.

“Of course not,” he said, giving me a hungry grin. “You're beautiful, mom. You are still rocking it.”

I bit my lip. “You're turning into a handsome, young man.” My fingers drew up my skirt slowly. “And, it occurred to me that you must have all the girls after you.”

His cheeks went a little red. He was still a boy. “Mom... I guess I do all right.”

“You can do better than all right if I teach you...” I took a deep breath, drawing my skirt up enough to flash my panties. This was it. The plunge. “If I teach you to please a girl. If you... if you know how to eat pussy, then you'll make her happy.”

His jaw dropped. I stood there frozen, thinking this was a mistake. That I had misunderstood his looks. The naked desire I thought I witnessed in his eyes. I was embarrassing myself. Dr. Elliston was wrong and—

“Mom,” he growled and then he was before me. So strong and tall. His chest rose and fell, the tight fabric of his t-shirt stretched across his youthful body. I gasped as he fell to his knees right before me. He shoved his hands up and hooked my panties and yanked them down in a single pull.

I was utterly exposed.

I gasped as he buried his face into my twat. My dark-brown pubic hairs spread across his face as he licked at the hole that had birthed him. My back arched as his tongue darted through my petals. He tongued me. He plunged it deep into me and swirled it around. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth. This wicked pleasure surged out of me.

“Oh, my fucking god,” I gasped, forgetting everything I'd planned on saying. How I was going to guide him. Tell him where to lick.

I just grabbed the sides of his head, holding on for dear life as his tongue fluttered through my folds. He feasted on me with aggression. With pure hunger. My son devoured my cunt and sent pleasure through me.

My body bucked and heaved. I shuddered and ground my pussy on his mouth. My hot cuntlips slid across his whiskered lips. His powerful tongue dove through my folds. Wild licks. He lacked skill, the finesse his father had gained over the years, but his youthful enthusiasm made up for it.

He grabbed my rump. He squeezed me hard. He pulled me tight to his hungry mouth. My tits heaved in my tank top. A breeze rustled the blackberry's as my son devoured my cunt. He thrust his tongue deep into me.

“Oh, my god, yes, yes!” I gasped, my hair tossing back and forth. “Doug! Oh, you're making Mommy so happy!”

The feel of his tongue darting through my folds felt incredible. This amazing bliss that shot through me. It was a delight. A pure bliss for me to enjoy. I groaned as his tongue lapped at my cuntlips. I gasped and moaned, my head tossing back and forth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, that's incredible. That's what I need. You're amazing, Doug! Oh, you're making Mommy so happy!”

His strong fingers dug into my rump. He growled his excitement into my pussy. I shuddered on him, grinding my pussy lips on his mouth. My head tossed from side to side. The delight surged through me. My body bucked on him.

My moans burst from my lips as his tongue found my clit. He darted around my bud. His fingers tightened on my rump, kneading me as he nibbled on my clit. My cunt clenched, aching to be filled by him.

“Fingers!” I gasped, finally remembering to teach him. “Mommy needs some fingers in her pussy! Please, please!”

“God, yes!” he growled. He slid his right hand down my rump. He reached across my taint and found my pussy lips.

I groaned as he pressed two fingers into my pussy. They wiggled inside of me as his tongue darted around my clit. I groaned at the stirring sensation. Martin never wiggled his fingers while in me. It was nice. Naughty.

My son was such a stud. My fingers clutched to the side of his head as the incestuous bliss built and built in me. My curly, brown hair swept over my mostly bare shoulders. My breasts heaved in my striped tank top. My nipples ached as my hunky son brought me closer and closer to that amazing orgasm.

My first taste of forbidden bliss.

He pressed his fingers deeper into me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing around him. This was so wild. So naughty. I was a wicked wife and mother. I loved it. The pleasure rippled through my body. I hurtled towards my orgasm.

“You're going to make Mommy cum!” I moaned. “Please, please! You're such a strong son. Love Mommy's clit! Fuck her pussy with your fingers!”

“God, yes!” he groaned. “I've thought about this so long. You're so hot, Mom. Let me see those tits!”

I released his head and grasped the hem of my tank top. I ripped the cloth up, my heavy tits spilling out. They swayed. They weren't as perky as they were when I was Mercedes's age, but they were still lovely.

He stared up at them and groaned around my clit. He sucked so hard. His fingers jammed deep into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groped my tits. I massaged them. Squeezed them. The pleasure surged towards my explosive release.

My hair danced around my shoulders. I couldn't take much more. My cunt clenched down tight around his digits. I drank in the incestuous friction. It was the best thing in the world. I loved my son feasting on my cunt.

“Yes, yes, Doug!” I moaned. “That's it! Yes!”

This amazing rapture shot through me. It was this incredible bliss. I came. Incestuous rapture shot through my body. Every nerve ending I possessed blazed with ecstasy. I threw back my head and howled out my pleasure to the blue sky.

“Doug! Mommy loves you!”

My twat convulsed around his fingers. My juices gushed out. He licked at my quivering flesh. He gathered up my pussy juices. My body swayed. My ass clenched beneath his left hand's squeezing grip. I swayed, growing dizzy.

My fingers dug into my tits.

“Mom,” he growled, pulling his mouth from me. “I... I...”

“Yes!” I howled, the world spinning around me. “I want you! Mommy wants you to make love to her!”

It was so hot calling myself mommy. I didn't know why, but it made my pussy melt even more. He ripped his fingers out and rose. I shuddered and slipped down to my knees and then onto my back. I wiggled out of my skirt bunched around my waist and trembled there naked.

He peeled off his shirt.

I groaned at the strength of his body. He was filling out. I shuddered at the sight of his chest hair. His cock tented his shorts. He shoved those down along with his boxers. I groaned as his cock popped out, thick and hard.

“Mommy made that cock in her womb,” I moaned, my hands caressing my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider. I slid my fingers down to my pussy lips. I parted them, pleasure tingling through me. “Right in here. I want you back in me.”

“I want that, too, Mom!” he groaned and fell on me.

He kissed me as I felt his strength on me. I tasted my tart pussy juices on his face. I shuddered beneath him, my tits rubbing into his chest. My nipples throbbed against his strength. The shadow of his whiskers felt so rough and manly.

I trembled as his hand reached between us. His cock nudged against my pussy lips. This was it. I was going to do something incestuous with my son and cheat on my husband. I shuddered, savoring this moment.

Doug was a part of Martin. He was a mix of my husband and me, of our love. And now that love was expanding. It was encompassing my sexy son. I kissed him with hunger and then groaned as his cock speared into my depths.

My pussy welcomed my son back home.

I clutched my thighs about him, trembling beneath him. My nipples throbbed into his chest. I squirmed, the grass caressing my back and rump. Tickling me. I whimpered into the kiss, my tongue dueling with my son's.

His cock drew back.

My pussy clung to him. Sensitive from my orgasm, my flesh quivered around his dick. I moaned when he thrust back into me. He filled me over and over. I clutched to him, so glad I had him. I wanted to love him forever. I always wanted to feel him in me.

I never wanted to stop making love to my son.

He broke the kiss and groaned, “Mom! Goddamn, this is incredible.”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned. “Mommy loves it.” I stroked his back as his cock plunged into me. His heavy balls smacked into my taint. “Mmm, love Mommy. Fill her with that cock. With your cum.”

“Shit!” he groaned and thrust harder.

My pussy clenched around him. I shuddered beneath him. My breasts rubbed into his chest as he plunged into me over and over. His cock buried to the hilt in me. It was an incredible delight. An amazing passion to enjoy.

I felt drunk on this moment. Dizzy with the delight of his cock thrusting to the hilt in me. I shuddered, humping against him. His dick filled me over and over. It was incredible. My pussy gripped him hard.

Our tongues dueled. It was a treat. A wonderful passion to enjoy. His tongue caressed mine. Our lips worked together. I clenched about him as he drove his dick into me. He filled me again and again. My nipples throbbed against his chest.

I reveled in the incestuous delight of him.

He grew in me.

Now he was in me. Pleasing me.

His cock pumped in and out of my pussy. He thrust over and over. My nipples throbbed as my orgasm built so fast. Sensitive from my first one, my second orgasm arrived swiftly. His dick massaged my cunt. My silky flesh drank in the friction.

I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Doug! Oh, Doug, you're such a strong son. You're making Mommy feel amazing.”

“Shit, you're making me feel amazing, Mom!” he panted. His dick plowed into me. His balls smacked into my flesh. I writhed beneath him, matching his strokes. “You're incredible.”

“Better than those girls you date?”

“So much better,” he groaned. “You're my mother.”

I beamed in delight and kissed him. My tongue darted around inside of his mouth. He rammed to the hilt in me. He filled me over and over. It was such a treat. A hot passion. It surged through me. I shuddered beneath him.

His crotch smacked my clit over and over. Sparks flared. I whimpered into the kiss, crushed beneath his strength. I felt so womanly in my son's arms. So desired. He thrust hard and fast into my juicy pussy.

The stimulation rippled through me. I quivered. Came.

My pussy convulsed around his cock. He thrust faster into me as the pleasure rippled through me. I shuddered beneath him. I moaned and bucked, the rapture spilling through my veins. They blazed through me, igniting me.

The pleasure was delightful. I moaned, my tongue dueling with his. I caressed him as he plundered me hard and fast. My orgasms spilled from one to the other. I bucked beneath him, writhing in passion as he grunted.

He broke the kiss, stars dancing about his handsome, young face. “Damn, Mom. You're...”

“Cumming?” I asked. “Mmm, Mommy's love cumming on their strong son's cocks. Yes, yes, keep fucking me.”

“I'm going to cum in you,” he grunted, thrusting harder into me, driving into my writhing flesh.

My thighs tightened about his waist. “Good! Spill your seed into Mommy's depths. Do it!”

“Yes!” he snarled, pumping hard. Fast. “Shit!”

I gasped as hot cum spurted into me. My son's incestuous seed flooded my spasming pussy. My orgasm intensified. The rapture swept through my body. I bucked beneath my son, rubbing my tits into his chest as the pleasure devoured me.

“Mom!” he moaned.

“Yes, yes, Mommy loves you!” I gasped.

It was amazing. Wonderful. It was the best thing in the world. I howled out in delight as my son spilled all of his seed in me. That hot cum spurted over and over. I held him tight, my nipples throbbing in his chest.

He grunted, face twisting in pleasure. Then he gasped as he spilled the last drops of cum in me. My pussy convulsed around him, milking him as the waves of pleasure carried me to the heights of my ecstasy. I floated there as Doug kissed me.

He felt so wonderful atop me. I gripped his ass, squirming beneath him. As my orgasm died, I wondered how soon he could get hard again. I needed him fucking me over and over. I needed to make love to my son again and again.

I was such a wicked wife and mother. Dr. Elliston had corrupted me.

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Session 7 with Jill Daniels

“He fucked me two more times,” Jill panted, her breasts pressing into mine as she stared into my eyes, her face flushed.

“Perfect,” I said, my hand sliding down her stomach to her panties. Her eyes widened as my fingers dipped inside her waistband.

“Dr. Elliston?” she gasped as I shoved into her panties. My finger slid through her bush and found her soaked pussy.

“Mmm, it's time for the next phase of your treatment,” I told her and kissed her. The married woman shuddered, so turned on by her tale of incest she melted into my lips without resistance. My fingers caressed her labia.

Thrust inside her juicy depths.

When I saw Mercedes next, I would have her mother's pussy juices on my lips.

To be continued...

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