A son gives his hot mom a massage she'll never forget!
Brother's Incestuous Bet
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Three: Massaging His Busty Mom
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!
Sean Reenburg
I was on my own in seducing my mother.
My plan to use Mrs. Elliston as my coach, to have the MILF advise me, had failed. She wasn't coming back for a while. She was on maternity leave. She'd just given birth to Clinton III, her son with her older son, Clint. She'd given me a foundation, but it wasn't enough. I didn't know what to do next.
That was why I knew she would help me. She was already a mother who knew the joys of incestuous bliss with her son.
The temp paralegal who started working on Wednesday at my mother's law office was an old woman. Like grandma old. She couldn't keep up with the work. With my mom's the system, one I'd mastered in two days working at my mother's law office over the summer (I was getting some prep for when I went to law school). I had plans. I would be a lawyer. Then a politician like my father.
I would amass power.
I wanted to breed my mother. I bet my little sister that I could seduce her before she could seduce Dad. I had a week head start. A week I needed. As soon as next Monday came along, she would be working as an intern in our father's office in the state capital at Sacramento. She'd probably have his dick in her within five minutes.
As the week passed, I implemented what Mrs. Elliston told me. I complimented Mom all the time. I told her that she looked pretty, that I liked her skirt or her shoes, I complimented her blouses. I hugged her, too, and offered her shoulder massages. I was getting her used to my touch. To being around me.
But I didn't know how to take this to the next level. I didn't know how to move into an actual seduction. I needed help.
As the week progressed, Mom relayed on me more and more for research. Since I had learned the system of the office, I could find the knowledge she needed faster than the old biddy, Mrs. Nielson. I was learning a lot, but that didn't matter.
I was going to lose my supercharged Chevrolet Corvette to my sister. She would get it if I lost the bet. I would get to breed her if I won. I wanted to breed my mother and my sister. I wanted them both to have my child.
The idea made me so hard.
Friday morning came, my last chance to seduce my mother at the office. I greeted my mom, saying, “You're looking beautiful this morning, Mom,” when she came downstairs, my eyes almost bulging at what she was wearing. “I love that skirt.”
“Oh, this?” she asked, a slight blush to her cheeks. Her skirt was... shorter than any she'd worn all week. So short I could see the tops of the thigh-high stockings she wore. Not pantyhose, but thigh-highs!
My dick went rock-hard in my pants.
She looked so sexy, her dainty glasses resting on her nose, giving her a naughty, librarian look, her blonde hair falling in golden waves around her lush face. She was mature, but still beautiful, my sister's face perfected. Her large tits bounced and jiggled as she came down the rest of the stairs, her breasts almost spilling out of her blouse.
“And that top,” I said, shaking my head. “The purple really makes your eyes glow.”
“Sean,” she said, a smile playing on her lips as she came up beside me. She slipped her arm around mine. “You're going to be a dangerous, young man. The girls at your college better watch out.”
I winked at her.
My little sister, Maria, watched us leave. She was wearing panties and a t-shirt, her sleeping wear. The panties molded tight to her crotch, showing off her delicious cameltoe. She had a hungry look in her blue eyes as she stared at me.
“Have a great Friday,” she said, a big smile on her lips. “I can't wait to hear how your first week went.”
“It's going great,” I said, my cheeks burning. Her smile turned taunting.
“Don't wander around the house in your panties, Maria,” Mom groaned. “You're nineteen. You can't dress like that any longer in front of your brother.”
Maria rolled her eyes before she sauntered off.
I fought my irritation. My sister knew I hadn't succeeded. That today was my last chance before the weekend. I would have to make a move today. I had to be bold. Take a chance. But if it backfired... if I was too fast, it would make things... awkward.
I would lose out on seducing my mother.
To my surprise, Mom let me drive. I chose my car. I couldn't help speeding while trying not to stare at her as she sat beside me, her legs crossed. Her breasts rose and fell. Her cheeks had that blush to them. I must be succeeding.
I felt confidence swell. Maybe today was the day. I could beat my sister and win the bet. I could have my mom as my lover. My dick throbbed hard in my pants. I wanted to adjust myself as I drove my Corvette out to her law office.
“You look like your father when he was your age,” she said, glancing at me. “He used to have a car like this.”
That made me smile more. “Oh, feeling young today, huh? You look it.”
“Maybe,” she said. She stretched her back, her breasts thrusting out and...
A car honked. I was about to drift into another lane.
“Pay attention to the road, honey,” she said, suddenly becoming a mom again. She gave me a hard look.
“Sorry,” I muttered, my cheeks on fire. Those breasts were just magnificent. I couldn't help that they distracted me Who wouldn't be distracted by those lovely tits? My cock ached and throbbed. My hands gripped the steering wheel.
We arrived at work. Mrs. Nielsen hadn't shown up yet. Mom settled in the office while I set about getting things ready. My heart beat. I waited to jack off. I knew that today was the day that I would seduce her. I had the confidence.
Only Mrs. Nielsen arrived and then Mom's client. She was in meetings all day. There was no chance for me to get her alone as she and her client were secluded in the conference room, talking about the case. Whenever I came in to bring drinks or snacks, it felt so intense in there.
“How's it going, bro?” my sister texted me around lunch.
“Great,” I lied.
“No, it's not,” she answered with a taunting emoji at the end. “If it was going great, you would be bragging about banging Mom.”
“I'm going to bang mom!” I texted back.
“LOL. It's three days until Daddy fucks me. He's going to have his dick in me. You know how tight I am. He's going to explode in me.”
I scowled. He would. How could Dad resist her nubile body? Maria was gorgeous in a youthful way. Not the mature delight of my mother. I shoved my phone back into my pocket, my lusts stewing.
Near five PM, her client left and Mrs. Nielsen went home for the day. Suddenly, Mom and I were alone in the office. It felt so quiet. She was sitting at the conference room, staring at the papers spread out before her. She looked beautiful despite the exhausted cast to her face.
“Need a massage, Mom?” I asked, leaning on the doorway. I was tired, too, but eager for another chance to touch her.
“Oh, god, I do,” she moaned. “Sean, you're touch is amazing.”
She pulled her blonde hair out of the way all on her own, exposing her shoulders clad in her purple top. I moved up behind her chair, unbuttoning the cuffs of my dress shirt and rolling up the sleeves. Then I loosened my tie.
This had to be it.
I stood behind her chair, grasping her shoulders, digging my fingers into her flesh through her silk top. I stared down her low-cut blouse. I could see the gray of her bra, the edge lacy. Her tits rose and fell as she let out a long, slow sigh. Her chair creaked as she shifted around in her chair, her breasts swaying.
I wanted to slid my hands down and grope those tits.
My fingers worked through her blouse, massaging her. She let out a long, slow sigh. Her body relaxed as I worked. My dick throbbed with the beat of my heart. I licked my lips, this rushing blood shooting through me.
Those breasts were lovely.
Large. Soft. Pillowy.
Her blouse was so low cut.
She was on display before me.
Her nipples poked hard at her fabric. She sighed again, almost a sensual whimper. My fingers slid up to the neckline of her blouse. I brushed her neck with my digits, feeling the warmth of her skin. I caressed her, my fingers sliding down to her shoulders.
I slipped beneath her blouse to massage her shoulders now. I brushed her bra straps as I worked her bare skin. She felt so warm. Her heat building and building. She whimpered. Her body squirmed. Her tits swayed as I touched her.
“Sean,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, Sean, that feels amazing. I need this so bad.”
“You've been working hard,” I said, my fingers digging into her flesh.
I was beneath her blouse now. I was leaning over her. Her sweet perfume filled my nose, exciting me. Her chair groaned as she let out a long, slow sigh. She leaned back, her breasts jiggling, my hands sliding down her chest.
I was going for it. I was massaging down her chest beneath her blouse, following the straps of her bra. I brushed the top swell of her breasts as I massaged her pectoral muscles. Her head turned, her cheek rubbing into my wrist. She whimpered again.
“Oh, Sean,” she groaned, her thighs rubbing together, stockings rasping and whispering together. She kept crossing and re-crossing them. Her tongue flicked across her lips. “Sean, this is...”
“Just massaging you, Mom,” I said, my fingers kneading into the two swell of her breasts. I was touching her tits. The top of her cleavage. “Just enjoy it, Mom. You earned it. You had a long work week.”
She nodded her head, her eyes shut. She rubbed her cheek against my wrist as my hands slid deeper. My fingers slid into her bra cups. This was it. My heart screamed through my chest as my hands engulfed her tits, holding those heavy mounds.
She groaned as my fingers dug into them. I licked my lips, my hands massaging those wonderful tits. I slid my touch up her breasts. My fingers drank in the feel of her silky skin. Her warmth felt amazing and...
I brushed her areolas.
I felt the difference in texture. There were little bumps. Then I found her fat nubs. Mom whimpered as I engulfed them with my thumbs and forefingers. I rolled both of her nipples between them, twisting them. Her back arched and moaned. She let out a deeper groan.
“Oh, Sean, yes!” she moaned as I massaged her nipples.
I tweaked them, twisted them, pulled on them. They were bigger than my sister's nubs. I licked my lips, staring down at her. Her blouse and bra were stretched over my hands. I caught glimpses of her dark-red nubs. I used to suckle on those.
Her cheek rubbed against my wrist and then I felt the wet heat of her lips. She kissed my skin between her whimpers. Her back arched. Her thighs pressed tight together. Her nylons whisked together as I kept playing with them.
This was it. I was going to be in my mother. I was going to make such sweet love to her.
“Oh, Sean, this is...” Her back arched. She nibbled on my wrist. Her lips seared my flesh. I squeezed her nipples more. I twisted them. Pulled on them. “Oh, Sean, I can't... This is... Oh, Lord... Yes!”
To my shock, her mouth opened wide. Her entire body shuddered like she was having an orgasm. Her thighs rubbed together as her body trembled. Her eyes fluttered. I pinched her nipples hard, tweaking them.
“Mom, that's it,” I panted, playing with those nubs.
“Sean, Sean!” Her blue eyes shot open. She gasped. “Oh, fuck!”
“Fuck indeed, Mom,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss her neck. “I'm going to give you more of that and—”
“Sean!” she hissed. “Oh, god, what just happened?”
She suddenly seized my wrists and ripped my hands out of her blouse. She bolted upright in her chair the back of it slamming into me. Off-balanced, I stumbled back away and crashed into the wall. Her eyes were wild, her clothing disarrayed. Scarlet stained her cheeks.
“What did we just do?” she gasped, her body trembling.
“Mom,” I said, reaching for her. “I was just massaging you. Didn't you like it?”
She stared at me, her eyes wild. She darted from me, fleeing on her heels from the office. I lunged after her, but she somehow got out the door before I reached it. She slammed it closed before me. I threw it open, bursting into the main office. She was rushing for her private office.
“Mom!” I shouted as she darted into her office. The door slammed shut, locked with an audible click. “Mom, it's okay.”
“It's not okay,” she said. “Just... just go home, Sean. I have a lot of work to do.”
I squeezed the door handle, twisted it.
“Mom, don't be afraid of what happened, it—”
“Nothing happened!” she shouted. “You just... I have work to do.”
“Mom?” I knocked on her door. “Come on, Mom.”
“I said go home!” she snapped. “I have work to do.”
My shoulders slumped. I felt so defeated. I thought I had her and now... Now she was scared of what happened. I swallowed. I so needed to talk to Mrs. Elliston and... She was on her dumb maternity leave.
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Maria Reenburg
I exploded awake Sunday morning. I was going to win the bet the next day. I couldn't wait to have Dad's dick in me. It was so exciting. My brother had completely botched it. It was clear that something had happened between him and Mom. They were so awkward. He came home alone Friday, Mom returning by a cab hours later. They had a brittle air about them.
Too bad for him. I wouldn't fail.
I was up so early. I had so much energy. My pussy was already itching between my thighs. I shivered, rolling over on my side, hugging my pillow to me. My brother was in his bedroom. He was having a terrible weekend. He had failed. He was losing the bet, and he knew it.
I was getting myself a cute Corvette. I would have to paint it pink. That would make him really mad.
I sighed, that itch intensifying. I couldn't do anything with dad until tomorrow, but my brother...
I threw off my blankets, bouncing naked to my feet. My blonde hair danced around my face as I stretched. My round, firm breasts jiggled before me. I caught a glimpse of my naked form in the mirror. I was lithe and nubile, my body toned from yoga. I had a naughty sway to my hips as I sauntered across the room, my nipples puckered pink and hard.
My sweet musk wreathed around me as a bead of pussy juices worked down my thighs. Feeling so wicked, I opened my bedroom door and shoved my head out into the hallway, taking a quick look around. My parents bedroom was to my right, door closed. My brother's to the left.
Feeling naughty, I stepped out nude. My body felt so exposed. It was so difficult for me to saunter down the hallway. My hands wanted to cover my naughty bits while my feet itched to run. My heart fluttered, expecting the door to my parents room opening.
If Daddy caught me... Yum.
But Mom...
I reached my brother's door and slipped inside. His room was pitch black, heavy cloths blocked off the outside world instead of my light, airy curtains. My brother slept on his back, covers thrown off, a pair of boxers tented by his morning wood.
A hot shiver ran through me. I wanted to give my brother a hot reward. He deserved something nice after the week he's had. I sauntered to him, my hips swaying from side to side. My breasts bounced as I came closer and closer to him.
He had a soft snore, a manly sound that made me somehow wetter. He was a sexy guy, muscular and strong, but with a boyishness about him. My heart beat faster and faster as I slipped onto his bed, staring at his boxers tenting his cock.
I licked my lips, getting them nice and wet, as I moved between his thighs. He kept right on sleeping, his eyes twitching. He was dreaming. I fought a giggle. I would really give him something to dream about.
I hooked the waistband of his boxers as I leaned over him. I tugged them down, exposing the hard tip of his dick. Pink and spongy, precum already bubbling out of the slit. Maybe it was a wet dream he was having. That just made me more excited.
I leaned down as I exposed more and more of his cock. His shaft was long and thick. He made my pussy feel amazing when he was in me. I just bet Dad would feel as great, too. He would make my pussy cum as hard as my brother's did.
I pulled down his boxers enough to expose my brother's balls covered in his light-brown hair. I pressed my cheek against his curly down, loving the sensual feel. My eyes stared up his cock, watching it twitch to his heartbeat. His manly musk filled my nose, making me feel so wanton and naughty. A wicked heat surged through me.
I was going to do such naughty things to him this morning. He needed it after botching things with Mom so badly.
Lucky for him, I was a generous little sister.
I turned my head, pressing my lips against his balls. I inhaled again, loving the smell of his musk. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. I didn't mind the tingle in them. I savored the anticipation building in me before the truly naughty fun.
My tongue bathed his nuts. I sucked on them, massaged them. His body twitched. His head turned. His muscular chest rose and fell as I played with his sensitive balls. I didn't want him waking up just yet. I wanted to have my fun.
Such wicked fun.
I dragged my tongue up from his balls to the root of his dick. I climbed his shaft, tracing it as it thrust upward from his groin. I felt the little tube beneath the skin that his cum flowed down. I climbed higher and higher. I reached the rough part where he is foreskin used to be. I fluttered my tongue up and down it, brushing the bottom of his sensitive crown.
His shaft twitched. He groaned.
“You like that, huh?” I whispered, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. I lifted his dick up from his belly. “Bet you like this, too.”
I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. His fingers twitched. His breath quickened. His salty precum coated my tongue. I savored the flavor. It melted in my mouth. I licked up another drop, my pussy clenching at the delight.
Then I engulfed the tip of his cock with my hungry mouth. My lips slid over his spongy crown. I savored the texture on my mouth. I formed a tight seal and sucked, my cheeks hollowing. His cock throbbed in my grip. More yummy precum filled my mouth.
I purred in delight.
I stroked the base of his cock slowly, staring up my older brother's body as I bobbed my head. I worked my lips up and down his shaft while my tongue danced and swirled. I sucked as I rose, loving how his precum flowed when I did.
He groaned.
His eyes fluttered.
He licked his lips.
I sucked harder, eager for him to wake up and discover what I was doing. My hand stroked the base of his cock faster and faster. I caressed him, teased him. My tongue darted around his tip between my suckles. My cunt grew hotter and hotter as I loved him.
He groaned louder, asking, “What...?” His eyes opened. “Mom...?”
I popped my mouth off. “It's someone better than Mom. I'm willing to do this!”
I engulfed his dick again, sucking hard. He groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. “Fuck, Maria.”
My lips slipped off again so I could moan, “Oh, we'll get to the fucking, bro.”
I winked at him and swallowed his cock again. As he grunted, I bobbed my head. I loved the feel of him twitching in my mouth. That wonderful taste of his salty precum coating my tongue. I fisted his dick as he panted, his chest rising and falling.
“Fuck, that's good,” he panted. “Damn, I can't believe you snuck in here.”
I didn't answer him, just kept sucking. I wanted to make him explode. I sucked as hard as I could. I bobbed my head faster and faster, my tongue dancing around him. His face twisted with pleasure. His right hand shot down, grabbing a fistful of my blonde hair.
My free hand massaged his balls, ignoring my juicy pussy. My clit begged for attention. I ignored it, putting my all into sucking as hard as possible. My lips sealed tight around his dick. The suction hollowed my cheeks. I slurped and made such wanton sounds, drool running down my chin.
Then it happened.
“Maria, yes!” he grunted.
Salty cum fired into my mouth. My brother unloaded his first load of jizz of the day. He pumped that delicious, creamy seed right into my mouth. I swallowed it down. I loved every spurt. Every drop. I gulped it with such hunger. My body buzzed with the delight of devouring the incestuous load. My heart pounded in my chest. I wiggled my hips from side to side, my pussy juices running hot down my thighs.
I swallowed every drop. His cum warmed my belly. I savored this incestuous moment, staring up at him, seeing the lust shining in his blue eyes. He ran his left hand across his face as he panted. I sucked the last dollops of cum from his dick.
“Damn,” he panted. “Oh, damn, Maria. That was great.”
My mouth slid off his cock. “Mmm, you're welcome. I just thought you needed a treat.”
I sprang up, my breasts heaving, and straddled his waist. I pressed my shaved snatch on his softening cock, sliding up and down it. He groaned as I massaged his dick with my juicy pussy, my clit aching and throbbing at the feel of the friction.
“I want you hard again,” I said, my clit swollen with my arousal. Pleasure shot through me. It felt so good to stimulate him. His dick twitched beneath my hot pussy. “I want to ride you. I want you to cum in me.”
“Keep grinding on me, and you'll get your wish,” he moaned.
I grinned at him. “I always get what I want. You'll see.”
“Yeah,” he muttered.
I leaned over him, licking my lips, savoring a bit of salt lingering on them. My tits swayed as I massaged my clit into his dick. I felt his spongy crown. I rubbed my aching bud against it, reveling in the bliss sweeping through my pussy. In the heat that shot through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.
My breasts swayed. He grabbed them, massaged them. I groaned as his strong hands kneaded my firm titties. His fingers brushed my areolas and nipples. He caressed them and sent more delight shooting down to my pussy.
“Sean!” I groaned as he latched onto my right nipple and sucked. “Oh, yes, Sean!”
He nibbled and sucked on my nub. Pleasure shot down through me. My hips undulated from side to side, smearing my hot cream about his hardening cock. He grew thicker, longer, recovering from spilling in my mouth.
My orgasm swelled. My clit drank in the feel of his girth. It mixed with the delicious delight shooting from my nipple and flowing down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, aching to be filled. I whimpered, my hair sweeping about my shoulders.
“Sean!” I gasped as my orgasm rippled through me.
It was hot and fast. A wave of bliss that splashed through my body. My cunt convulsed. Juices gushed out of me, soaking his dick. My sweet musk filled my nose. Sean sucked harder and harder, nursing on my nub while I shivered.
I slid my pussy up his girth until my pussy lips were at the spongy tip. My orgasm rippling through me, I pressed back. My labia stretched around his girth. He moaned as he sucked on my nipple, the passion humming around the sensitive nub. My back arched at the same moment because I worked my tight snatch down his girth.
Silky friction created delicious pleasure.
Stars burst across my vision as another wave of orgasmic bliss washed out of me. I sank farther and farther down my brother's thick cock. I swallowed more and more of him. I whimpered, my cunt clenching around his dick. He throbbed inside of my snatch.
Just where he belonged.
My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring my pussy around his cock as I bottomed out on him. My clit rubbed into his pubic bone. I massaged my little bud, drinking in all the delight. It fluttered through me, this wondrous sensation.
I groaned, my back arching. The bliss made me quiver in delight. I loved it. I didn't want this to end. I bit my lower lip, my hips swiveling from side to side, stirring his dick around inside of me. He felt so thick in me.
So hard and throbbing.
His mouth popped off my nipple as his hands seized my hips. “Ride me, Maria! Damn, you're pussy's feeling real tight this morning!”
“It's always tight,” I panted, not fighting him as he lifted my hips and slid my pussy up his cock.
“Yes, it is!” he groaned. “I love being in you.”
I grinned and shuddered, my back arching. My breasts heaved before me as I slammed down his girth. His cock stimulated me. He caressed my inner depths. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. He felt so incredible in me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my hips swiveling from side to side. “Mmm, that's good. I love it. Ooh, yes, yes, Sean! My brother's dick is in me!”
He grinned. “Horny, little sister!”
“So horny!” I whimpered, working my pussy faster and faster up and down his dick. “I'm a naughty slut! Ooh, yes, I loved sucking your dick while you slept. I loved drinking all your cum!”
“I love your pussy sliding up and down my dick!” he groaned, hands squeezing my hips.
“I love you in me!”
My hair danced around my shoulders as I rode my brother's big cock. I slid my pussy up and down his girth, squeezing and relaxing around his girth. I bit my lip, the pleasure surging through me. This wondrous ache that made me shiver. My hips swiveled from side to side. My gasps and moans resounded through his bedroom.
My tits bounced before me. His hands seized them, abandoning my waist to grope my breasts again. His touch was perfect. He knew just how to tease my boobs, to brush my areolas and nipples with his thumbs and fingers. Pleasure coursed down to my pussy.
My cunt clenched on his dick.
“Oh, yes, I'm going to cum on this dick!” I moaned, the bedsprings creaking as I worked my pussy up and down his girth faster and faster. My toned thighs flexed. Yoga paid off. “I'm going to milk you dry! I Love feeling your cum firing into me!”
“Such a naughty little sister!” he groaned, squeezing my tits.
“I am!” I moaned, my pussy squeezing around him. That delicious pleasure swelled in me. “I want you to spurt all that cum in me! I want it flooding my cunt!”
“Yes!” he panted, fingers pinching my nipples.
I slammed down his cock, my clit striking his pubic bone. I groaned, the pleasure surging hot through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I panted, my hips wiggling from side to side. I whimpered, this bliss building and building in me.
Then he thrust up.
My brother's cock slammed up into my pussy as I came down. Our flesh slapped together. My cuntlips and my clit drank in the impact of his crotch. A hot shiver shot through me as he bounced me up his length, my pussy clinging to him the entire way.
My tits heaved, nipples ripped from his fingers.
I howled out in bliss. I slammed down his cock and moaned out in delight. My orgasm exploded through me. Waves of rapture washed out of my pussy and inundated my mind. I shuddered atop him, leaning over, planting my hands on his chest.
“Sean!” I squealed. “Oh, Sean, yes! Cum in me!”
“I will!” he groaned, his hips thrusting up again and again, plunging into my convulsing pussy and bouncing me on his lap.
My hair flew as the bliss swept through my body. It inundated my mind. I groaned and whimpered. I bit my lower lips as my cunt worked on his dick. His face twisted with pleasure. My fingernails scratched at his chest.
“Fuck!” he groaned. “Maria!”
His incestuous seed fired into my cunt.
Hot blast after hot blast of his spunk filled me. My pussy convulsed harder. More waves of bliss shot through my body. I groaned, tossing my head back and forth as the delight surged through me. I drank it in, my cunt milking his cock dry.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his chest heaving. His body spasmed. “Your pussy! Damn, your pussy is the best!”
“I know!” I squealed as I leaned over him. “Ooh, yes, yes, Sean.”
My orgasm peaked. That buzzing delight melted into euphoric rapture. It flowed through my veins. His cock softened in my pussy as I leaned over him. I panted, my heart racing. I shivered, savoring my pleasure.
“That was good,” Sean panted.
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned. “It's going to be even better tomorrow when I fuck Daddy and win the bet.”
Sean scowled. “It's not over yet.”
“Sure seems like it.” I leaned over him, my blonde hair spilling about my face. “What did you do to mess things up with mom?”
“Massaged her,” he muttered.
“I thought you were good at that,” I said. Then I grinned. “Don't worry, I'll drive you around in my new car. You can come with me to my doctor visits.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I'll be pregnant with Daddy's child, d'oh.” I grinned at him, my pussy clenching. “Unless you can somehow seduce Mom before I get Daddy's dick in my pussy tomorrow. I think I'll be bent over his desk by 10 AM.”
I giggled as he glowered.
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Sean Reenburg
Monday morning arrived. I waited downstairs for Mom, not sure what would happen. She hadn't looked at me all weekend. Would she even want me to go to work with her? My stomach writhed and twisted. I stood tall, straight.
I heard the click of heels. Mom descended.
I glanced at the stairs, catching a glimpse of her stocking-clad ankles. Her calves. Her skirt was long, past her knees, the fabric a dun brown. I don't recall the last time she wore a skirt that conservative. Her blouse was loose and buttoned up to her neck, the sleeves long. She looked so puritanical. Her hair didn't seem to have the same bounce, her makeup muted.
I sighed. “Morning, Mom. You're looking nice.”
“Sean,” she said, her voice brittle. “Shall we get going?”
“Yeah,” I said, my stomach falling. It was over. I'd botched it.
The drive to her law office was strained. The silence wrapped around us. I didn't know what to say as she drove us. I kept glancing at her. She was hiding everything wonderful about her, her sexuality tamped down. But I could still see that luster beneath the drab, that beauty that captured my lusts.
“Sean,” she said as we neared the office, “let's just pretend what happened on Friday didn't.”
“Oh,” I said, swallowing.
“You're a young man,” she said. “I understand. You got... carried away. I shouldn't have let it ever get that far.”
“Okay,” I said.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I needed a new plan. Advice. Maybe... just maybe... my sister would botch her seduction of Dad. That I would get some sort of hail Mary. I was at least still working at her.
I didn't have Mrs. Elliston's number. I scrolled through my contacts. I switched over to Facebook. She didn't have a profile that I could find, but there was Clint's. We were friends, to my surprise. I friended a lot of people from school. I opened Messenger.
“I need to talk to your mom,” I sent. “Need her advice. She knows what it's about.”
Not long after we arrived at the office, my mom vanished into her office, Clint answered, “She's busy being a mother.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. Maria was going to win.
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Maria Reenburg
I was going to win.
I dressed perfectly for my first day as an intern. I'd brushed my blonde hair until it spilled in golden waves around my face. I went subtle with my makeup, a schoolgirl look with just a hint of sensuality to it. My blouse was low cut and pink. I buttoned it tight to mold to my breasts, the silk caressing my skin. I had a thin bra beneath, letting my nipples poke out before me. My skirt was short and flaring around me. I looked professional, but I also had a flirtiness to it. I went with three inch heels, nothing spectacular, but to make my toned, tanned legs look gorgeous.
Daddy stared at my legs on the entire drive to his office in the capitol building.
I waited for Daddy to get settled in to his office before I made the kill. I put the carafe of coffee on the silver tray along with a white coffee cup, bowl of sugar, and a saucer of cream. I beamed as I sauntered to his office, my hips swaying.
Molten passion flowed from my pussy, soaking my dainty thong.
“Coffee, Daddy?” I asked, entering his office. He was reading a thick bundle of papers, maybe a bill or something.
His eyes flashed up to me. A smile crossed his lips. “You are really brightening up the office.”
“Oh, Daddy, thank you,” I cooed, sauntering to him. I wanted to show him just how delicious I was. How much he could enjoy looking at me and my sexy body. “I want you fueled. You're doing such important work.”
His grin grew. He was such a handsome man. Sean looked so much like him, but my daddy had a dignity about him. He had a chiseled chin and dark hair instead of my brother's lighter locks. He had the same hungry look in his eyes. His gaze flicked up and down me, loving the look of me, eyes lingering on my hard nipples.
I moved around his desk and set the tray down as I leaned over him. I placed his coffee cup before him. As I poured, my breasts “accidentally” swayed before his face. The rich scent of coffee filled my nose. I didn't pour fast, but slow, letting him savor the sight of my youthful breasts.
“Sugar?” I asked then said, “Of course you want sugar. You want something as sweet as me.”
“You are a sweet thing, honey,” he said.
“Mmm, all sugary and nice,” I said, picking up a sugar cube and dropping it into his coffee. Then a second one. The third, I popped into my mouth. The strange flavor of the bonding agent was sour before the sugar overwhelmed it. It dissolved on my tongue.
Then I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“See, that's how sweet I am.”
He licked his lips, straightening. “Maria...”
“Yes, Daddy?” I asked. “Do you want cream?” My tongue ran across my lips. “I love cream.” I poured it into his coffee. “There's something so delicious about it flowing down my throat.”
“Yeah,” he groaned, his voice strained, sweat breaking out across his forehead.
I stirred his coffee for him before I plopped down on his lap. I squirmed on him, rubbing my rump into his swelling cock. I smiled. I had him. He would be in my pussy before the hour was up, fucking me hard, giving me an explosion of delight.
My breasts jiggled as he groaned, his chair creaking. I smiled at him over my shoulder, loving the passion in his eyes. This was so naughty. It was making my pussy melt. My passion soaked my thong. Just beneath the rich aroma of coffee, something sweet rose.
My desire.
“What are you doing?” Daddy asked.
“Sitting on your lap,” I said then giggled. “Why, what do you think I'm doing?”
He swallowed. “Well... you're getting a little... old for that.”
“Old? Do you think I'm old?” I turned. “I like to think that I'm maturing. Blossoming. But... can I ever be too old to sit on your lap, Daddy? I'm your girl.”
“My... girl.”
“D'oh, I'm a daddy's girl.” I squirmed more, feeling that hard cock against my rump. “I'm so glad to be here, working with you. I want to take care of you. Anything you need, Daddy, and I'll do it. I just want to make sure you're relaxed and able to focus on your important work.”
His breathing grew ragged. His hands were resting on his desk, his arms about me. His fingers twitched. I wanted to grab them and bring them to my breasts. I smiled. This was it. He would be in me in a moment and—
The door knocked then his secretary entered.
My eyes narrowed at the sight of Vanessa. The leggy, Black woman swept in, her wavy, dark hair spilling about her lush face. Her big, fake tits—I was certain Daddy bought those tits for her—jiggled and bounced in her low-cut, sleeveless top. It was almost a vest made of gray silk. Her tight skirt hugged her hips and thighs.
“I have that briefing for Bill 1048,” she said. “You wanted to go over it with me?”
“Right, right,” Daddy said, his dick throbbing. “Maria, run along. We have a lot of talking to do.”
“But,” I protested, so eager for his dick to be in me.
“Now, Maria,” he said, his voice throaty. “And you can't sit on my lap. You're a woman now.”
“I... That...” His chair rasped as I stammered, rolling back. Then he was trying to stand, forcing me to slide off. “I just want to... help you relax.”
“I'm fine,” he said. “Just run along. Vanessa and I have a lot of talking to do.”
“Yes, we do,” Vanessa said, a dark gleam in her eyes. Her nipples poked at her blouse. “Now run along, child.”
Child!
I wanted to claw her eyes out but... I didn't know what to do. I swallowed and then flounced out of my father's office. Vanessa closed the door behind me. The lock clicked. I shuddered, trembling, pressing my ear to the door.
I wished I hadn't.
Hearing them fuck didn't help that horny itch in my pussy. I bit my lip, my cheeks burning as Vanessa gasped and moaned. Daddy grunted, panted. I made him hard, and then she took advantage of him.
“That should be me in there!” I hissed, darting to my new desk. I sat down hard, my chair creaking. I swiveled my hips from side to side. I could still hear them.
“Oh, Bill, yes!” Vanessa moaned through the walls.
I glowered at the door, my arms folded before me. That should be me. That bitch!
My pussy was on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I was too angry. I was furious. I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs as their passion swelled and swelled. Then I heard Daddy grunting and I knew—knew!—that Daddy was cumming in her pussy. I rubbed my belly, my womb aching for Daddy's seed to be in me.
Vanessa emerged not long after, her hair tousled, a naughty gleam covering her coffee-brown face. Her eyes had a twinkle to them, a smile spreading across her plump lips. She closed the door behind her, her clothing tousled.
“Your father needs a few minutes to go over what we discuss,” she said, sauntering to me.
“I know what you were doing in there,” I said, glaring at her, my folded arms lifting my breasts as I straightened my back. “I heard you.”
“I know,” she said.
I bolted to my feet and marched around the table. “If you think I'm going to let you wreck our home!”
Her smile grew amused. “I know what you were doing in there. What you want from your father.”
I froze. “What?”
She reached her hand beneath her skirt. My eyes almost bulged as she slid up and up her thighs. Then she shuddered and made a cooing sound. What was she doing? Was she masturbating before me? I let out a hissing snarl, about to tear into her.
Then she pulled her hand out. On the tip of her dark, glistening finger was a bead of milky cum. Daddy's cum.
“This is what you want, isn't it?” she asked, pressing her finger against my lips.
I shuddered as she smeared my father's cum like lipstick on me. Then her finger pressed into my mouth. That salty taste mixed with the tangy flavor of her pussy. I shuddered as her smile grew wicked. I couldn't help the whimpering moan I made.
“This is what you want,” she purred, leaning closer to me. “Now, if you're a good girl and play nice, well, I'll make sure you get it. Otherwise, you'll never get a moment alone. Every time you get him horny and he starts to panic over naughty thoughts, I'll be there. I'll be ready to satiate his cock. He'll dump all that cum into me.