Incest/Taboo Evolution

It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But I'm hard as fuck again looking at it.

Eventually, Laura and Jean finish their kiss, and I notice Laura swallow whatever was in her mouth.

I can't take anymore. I jump up and go straight to my wife. I take off her loose fitting black dress pants as quickly as I can, pull down her panties, and climb on top of her on the sofa, driving my raging hard cock into her as hard and fast as I can.

I can feel Ben's eyes on us. On his mother getting fucked hard, naked from the waist down.

"Come on sweetheart, I think you need to take me to bed," I hear Jean say to Ben, and I see them walk up the stairs holding hands as I hump Laura into the sofa cushions.

Claire is in her room when she hears talking downstairs. The house was empty when she came home from Sara's house. She wanted to talk to her mom about a college application, and she was waiting for her to get home from work.

When she came to the landing at the top of the staircase, she realized there was a few people in the living room. She didn't want to get stuck talking to more of mom or dad's friends, she had a lot of school work to do. So she quietly walked down the couple of steps she needed to, to be able to see into the seating area of the living room.

Well she certainly wasn't expecting to see this. Jean was climbing off her dad, who was sitting on the recliner. Then she walked over to her brother Ben, who was sitting there jerking off. And mom was sitting on the sofa in the middle of all this.

What the actual fuck?

Jesus, Ben's dick is big, she thought. Jean looks like she knows how to give head. She is a very sexy woman.

Oh my god, Jean just made out with mom with Ben's cum in her mouth. Dirty skanks. But..... kinda hot.

And what is that between Dad's legs. Oh my god.

What the hell is going on in this house? Have they been at this freaky shit for long? Have I been missing out on all the fun because of stupid school?

Well, things are going to change. I need to do something about this.

"I'm not so sure, I think we could have done more," I say to Jean. It's Thursday morning and we're in a bar at the airport waiting to board our flight home.

"Tom, you need to stop worrying. We gave it our best shot, now we just have to wait and see. I'm certain they will stay with us, and even renew their contract. The more competitive rates we offered are too good to turn down," says Jean.

The meeting with the client went on for several hours yesterday. Jean seems happy with how it went, I'm not quite as confident. We met with five of their directors, a mix of tech geeks and spoiled rich kids. But rich tech geeks, and well, rich, rich kids. We need their money so we had to play nice. Now we'll have to just wait and see. They will let us know their decision early next week after their board meeting.

Last night with Jean was nice. We had dinner in a restaurant downtown, then back to the hotel for a drink at the bar before we went up to our room. We had sex of course, but getting to sleep in the same bed as her and then have morning sex as soon as we woke up was wonderful. Neither of us brought up what happened in my house on Tuesday night. But now we were on our way home, I had to say something.

"So, about Tuesday night. What the hell was that?" I ask her.

"You mean me and Ben?" she says.

"Well, yes. But also, you and Laura. And what you had in your mouth" I say quietly.

"Ben is a young man with a big appetite. He's just not sure what to do with his....gift, yet. But I gave him a good crash course. He kept me up most of the night you know, he doesn't know when to stop," Jean says, a smile spreading across her face.

"OK, I get it," I say, a tiny twinge of jealousy kicking in. I know Jean has a lot of men and that's fine, it's just a little different when it's my son.

"He has a magnificent cock. Nothing close to yours of course, but very very impressive nonetheless. As for Laura, she fucking loved it. She sucked that cream right out of my mouth. The more I get to know her, the more I like the kinky bitch," says Jean.

"Yeah, I'm starting to see that alright. She was wild on the sofa, after you and eh, Ben, went upstairs. It's like she was in overdrive mode," I said really quietly, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation.

"I bet she was."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Ben is a very attractive and very fit young man. What woman wouldn't be turned on by such a specimen. Even his....." Jean says before I cut her off.

"But she's his mother," I say more loudly than I meant to.

"Yes, even his mother, as I was about to say. So what Tom. Times have changed. These urges we have now can get just too hard to control sometimes. Ben feels the same I think, judging by what he was calling me while we fucked," Jean says.

I don't know what else to say except, "I need a drink," before I call the waiter over.

"So I was thinking, we'll run up the old road towards the river, then take the left turn at the church, and make our way back home down the forest road, how does that sound?" Ben says, as I tie up my shoe laces. He's talking about the route he has in mind for our run today.

It's Saturday morning and we have a big session planned.

"Sounds good," I say. "It's a perfect morning for a run."

We're just walking down our driveway about to start the run when I hear someone calling after us.

"Hey guys, hold up. Do you mind if I join you?" It's Claire.

"Absolutely, the more the merrier," I say, a bit shocked to see her. "I didn't think you were going to take me up on coming with us.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to, but something changed my mind."

We start off on our run at a nice easy pace, not sure if Claire will be able to keep up. But we need not have worried.

"Is the best you can do? I thought you guys were doing hard training? This seems pretty easy to me," she said, then picked up the pace herself leaving us behind.

Ben looked at me and laughed, then both of us increase our speed to match her.

I had gotten used to just going on runs with Ben. So it was a little strange having a third person join our sessions. The fact it's a woman, even though she's my daughter, was a bit distracting.

Claire is wearing short black running shorts, the really short ones with the slits up the sides, and a tight fitting white running vest. To round off her outfit, she's wearing a white baseball cap, with her brunette ponytail sticking out the back.

She's running a couple of strides ahead of Ben and me, and flashbacks of my, encounter, with the girl in the grocery store keep coming back to me. It's the baseball cap that's doing it I think.

I have to admit, Claire looks good, and it's hard not to have a little look at her as she runs in front of us. Daughter or not, she's still an attractive young woman. I notice Ben is having more than the odd glance at his sister's ass and legs too, and he's talking a lot less than usual.

We arrive home just under an hour later, do a few stretches in the backyard, then go into the kitchen.

"You three need to get to the shower quick," says Laura, "You all smell so bad."

I can see beads of sweat roll down Claire's legs and neck. Fuck, what am I doing. I shouldn't be noticing things like that.

Ben takes off his training top that's soaked through, and throws it to his mother, who catches it, then throws it back at him a few seconds later.

Both Claire and Laura are stealing looks at Ben's athlete's physique. He does look impressive I have to admit. I think I'll leave my shirt on, I can't really compete with that.

We only have two showers, and Ben wins the race to the main bathroom. So I tell Claire to use the one in the en suite. I sit down beside Laura with a glass of water while I wait for one of them to finish.

"So, how was your run?" Laura asks when the kids are gone.

"Pretty good. I'm surprised Claire came along though, I didn't think she would take me up on it."

"It's good for her to get out of her room, and to build up her confidence, you know," Laura says.

"What do you mean build up her confidence? It was just a run." I say, a little confused.

"Oh dear, no, that wasn't just a run for Claire. You don't dress like that unless you want a little attention," Laura says. "And don't even try to tell me you didn't notice."

I just smile and stand up, then walk over to the refrigerator to get more cold water, and so Laura doesn't see my blushes. I can't hide anything from my wife, she knows me too well.

"Don't worry honey, you're a man with good taste. Everyone says how much like me she looks. Besides, you're a man, you can't help but look," she says laughing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say.

Laura is trying to make me squirm. So I try to turn it back on her.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about Tuesday night. Did you forget what Jean had in her mouth when you let her kiss you?" I say, finally plucking up the courage to bring it up.

"Of course I knew. She sucked him off right beside me. I wanted to taste it. Have you a problem with that?" she says, staring me down.

"Of course not," I say, putting my hands up.

"I'm fucking with you Tom. Being honest though, in the moment, it was kinda hot. It really turned me on. But I don't have to tell you that. You nearly broke the fucking sofa you screwed me so hard afterwards," Laura says. "Jean spent the night in Ben's room, the bed in the spare room wasn't touched. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't. Good for Ben," I say, pretending not to care.

"Aaahh, is poor little Tommy jealous? Of his own son?" Laura sneers. "The noise from his room woke me during the night you know. He was really giving it to her. For hours! I was thinking, wow, he has some stamina."

I know she's trying to make me jealous, and piss me off.

"I wonder was Claire listening from her room. Maybe she was using her vibrator, listening to her big brother fuck the shit out of her daddy's whore," Laura presses on.

She's really pissing me off now. But she's also really turning me on. So much that I'm about to blow. The memory of looking at Claire running in front of me is all in can see in my mind.

"Get on your knees, NOW!" I say, raising my voice for the last word.

She does, without any questions. This conversation has brought me to the edge. I pull my shorts down just enough to get my cock out, then stuff it into my wife's mouth, and shoot my load as soon as she closes her lips around it. I'm holding the top of her head with my left hand, the base of my cock with my right, and stay like that until I've emptied myself.

I pull back out of her mouth, and watch her swallow it down.

"How did you know she has a vibrator?" I ask, while pulling my shorts back up.

"Oh, so you knew too?"

"Yeah, I saw it the sticking out from under her pillow the other day when I went to her room" I say. "So how did you know? Does she tell you stuff like that?"

"I know everything, dumbass," Laura says, then play punches me on the shoulder as she gets back to her feet and walks towards the stairs, stopping briefly to say, "She definitely made an impression on that run, that was very quick, even for you. Your own daughter Tom, tut tut," then continues up the stairs smiling and shaking her head.

She's right, even if she is joking with you. This is so wrong. You just want what you can't have as usual Tom, it's always the forbidden that makes your prick stand up.

Sunday evening can be a strange time of the week. It is a mix of many things. Relaxation, after a long week at work. It can be an exciting time, if a big sports event is on. It can be stressful, with worry building about the week ahead, especially if things are not going so well at work.

But mostly it's a time when our family is together. Maybe some are in different frames of mind, on phones or not fully connected, but at least we're there.

That's what it's like this evening. We're probably each having a very different type of Sunday evening, but we're together.

Ben is engrossed in sports on the TV.

I'm worried about work. We're expecting to hear back from our big client after their board meeting tomorrow. I'm finding it hard to focus on anything else today.

Laura is asleep on the sofa, and doesn't look like she has a care in the world.

Claire is on her phone, but still present and engaging with both Ben and me occasionally. At least she's not hiding up in her room.

We may not be the perfect family, but we're doing our best, and we're happy when we're together.

I get to work early on Monday morning, even before Jean. I'm really pushing my numbers this month to make up for potentially losing my biggest client. Nobody else seems to blame me, but I blame myself.

But also to keep my mind off everything that's been happening at home. With Emma, Laura, and Claire. Then Carla and Jean too. My little obsession with Claire, it's just some sort of confusing phase that will pass. But the other four! How the fuck have I ended up with four amazing women in my life.

Sometimes I need the distraction of someone different to take my mind off them. It's lucky we live in a world where I can get that whenever I want!

Jean arrives to her desk wearing a very nice black business dress, with a zip down the side. It's sleeveless, her arms are so toned, which doesn't just happen at her age, she keeps herself in great shape. The dress comes down to her mid thigh, and is straight but not that tight.

She nods at her desk and looks to my crotch, asking me without words if I want to use her. I shake my head no.

"I can't function until we hear from the client. My head is fried Jean," I say.

"They're not due to call me until 12pm. Don't worry Tom, nothing we can do now," she says, but it's no use.

I turn back to my laptop and get on with my work.

At 12.30 Jean's phone rings and she answers it on her headset. I can't figure out what's being said, it's all "Yes of course" and "Yes I understand completely", from Jean.

"OK, I'll let Tom and the rest of the guys know. Thanks for calling," she finally says down the line.

"So?!" I ask, leaning forward on my seat towards her.

"Well, I'm not sure how to say this Tom," she drags on.

"Just say it Jean, for Christ's sake," I plead.

"OK, OK. They're staying with us, it's all fine," she says at last, laughing.

"Are you serious. Oh my God Jean, that's unbelievable, YES!" I say, then go over to her desk and hug her. "We did it," I say, hugging her again.

"I know, I'm thrilled too. Look, my hands are shaking," she says holding her hands up. Then she says "Tom, I need it now," grabbing for my cock, a hungry look on her face.

She opens my pants without waiting for a response, and pulls out my semi hard cock. Then turns around into her favorite position, resting her forearms on the desk, waiting for me to pull up her dress.

As usual, seeing her in this position waiting for me has the effect you can imagine, and I'm hardening at a rapid rate. I pull up her dress, lifting it over her ass and push it up her back a little so it doesn't fall down.

Surprisingly, she's wearing panties. They're a really sexy light pink pair. Normally she doesn't wear any on Mondays when she knows I'm looking for quick access to her hole, after being away from her all weekend. I grab onto the panties on both sides, and I'm about to pull them down when she says, "Stop, leave them on. Just pull them to one side out of your way."

Whatever. I do what she says, and ram my cock balls deep into her. Then I take hold of her by the waist and revel in the sheer bliss of fucking this gorgeous woman. It's lunchtime, so the office has mostly cleared out, only a couple of people still here. Not that we care really, we fuck here whenever we want. But we don't feel worried about disturbing other people working now.

I can't help but get even more aroused by the panties partially covering her ass. They have a really sexy lace around the edge.

"Are these new?" I say. "I've never noticed them before."

Whenever she wears panties, they're usually sexy, don't get me wrong, but these look like something that someone a bit younger would wear.

"Eh, no.....not.....really," she manages to grunt between my thrusts. "They're......your.....daughter's."

I freeze mid-thrust.

"They're what?" I ask, thinking I misheard.

"They're Claire's," she says looking back at me. "I thought you might like them."

"Why would you think that?" I say.

"Oh come on Tom, she's a very sexy young woman. I saw the way you looked at her when we were over in your house for lunch," she says with a smile.

What way? I don't remember. I'm sure I looked at her, but so what. I do remember exactly what she was wearing that day though, that short skirt and her converse. Maybe I was looking a bit too much.

"I don't know what you mean," I say, unconvincingly.

"OK, I believe you Tom," she says, then winks over her shoulder at me.

I start back fucking her again, my cock just that tiny bit harder now. And I can't help but look at the panties, stroking the lace with my thumb.

"Where did you get them?" I ask, surprised this question only came to me now.

"Pete took them. He asked me to wear them for him, around the house," she says.

"What?! How did he get them?" I ask.

"How do you think," she says. "That day we were over for lunch."

"The sneaky bastard. Bathroom my ass. He went sniffing around for Claire," I say, exasperated.

"The poor girl, I doubt Pete left much of an impression," she says. "Harder Tom, fuck me harder."

"Did you wear them for him? Around the house."

"Yes, of course. It's hot. They're not washed by the way," she says, looking back at me again, with the the sexiest smouldering look on her face.

Oh fuck, that just makes this even dirtier. If I'm totally honest, I'm loving this, it's really turning me on. And I can't help but imagine this is Claire in front of me now.

"Are you thinking about Claire right now?" Jean asks, like she is reading my mind. How the fuck did she do that? "I know you are, I could feel your huge cock grow even bigger in me when I told you what I was wearing."

"Yes. I am," I tell her, as I ram her slow, but very fucking hard, pausing between each thrust.

"Oh you naughty boy," Jean says, teasing me. "I could smell her on them you know, when Pete gave them to me to wear."

That does it. I pull my cock out of her pussy as I'm just about to cum, and keep it under the panties between Jean's ass crack, my cockhead bulging the material obscenely. Then I shoot my load into my daughter's underwear.

The light pink material starts to turn dark as my semen spreads across Jean's ass, soaking into the panties.

When I pull out from between Jean's ass cheeks and out the leg hole of my daughter's now cum drenched panties, I adjust the material back into place, covering up Jean's slit.

She stands up straight and pulls her dress back down her thighs, leaving the wet panties on, and takes her seat. She doesn't give a shit.

I go back to my desk and get back to work, only now remembering why Jean and I were so excited that we fucked in the first place.

I finish work at 6pm that evening, and as I'm leaving, Jean, who is still working at her desk, stands up when she sees me about to go, takes off the panties by reaching both hands up under her dress, and stuffs them in the inside pocket of my suit jacket.

"Can you return these to Claire, please," she says, failing to hide her grin.

I just give her a side-eye look and keep walking.

When Claire returns to her room after taking a shower on Tuesday morning, she sees something sticking out from under her pillow. It wasn't there when she went to the bathroom 20 minutes ago.

She sits down on the bed, her bath towel wrapped around her body, and reaches for the pink material that has caught her eye. She's surprised to see it's her panties. The panties Jean's husband decided to take home to play with.

Hmmmm, that's very weird. How did they get back to her bedroom? Did he sneak into her room and place them there? Not likely. The only logical way they could have been returned was by Dad. Maybe Jean gave them to him at work?

When she takes a closer look, she notices that some of the material has stuck together at the back. It's dried up cum! Pete must have used them as a cum rag. The old pervert!

But if her theory was correct and Dad brought them back, surely he would have washed them first? Maybe it's Dad's cum? Maybe he used them himself to dump his load in. She holds them up to the light after separating the crusty stuck-together parts. Whoever did this sure squirts a lot of cum!

I hope it's Dad's sperm, she thinks to herself. I wonder did he jerk off with them wrapped around his gigantic cock? Now that thought made her wet.

She convinces herself it has to be Dad's cum. That old guy's load was small when he came inside her. Weirdly, imagining that old creepy guy jerking off into her underwear is making her pussy tingle. But it can't be his. Whoever did this shoots a real load.

After tracing her fingers around the white stains, she brings the panties to her nose and smells the dry semen. Then she reaches under the pillow again for her vibrator. Fuck, if Dad did bring her panties back, he would almost definitely have found her vibrator. It's right beside where the panties were left!

Her mind was working overtime processing all this, and it has made her horny as fuck. She lifts her left foot up and hooks it into the leg hole of the soiled panties, then the right. Standing up, she pulls them up her legs and over her mound and ass. She can feel the hard material where the semen has dried in rub against the smooth skin on her backside.

Lying back on her bed, she switches on her vibrator and slides it down into the front of her pink panties, there's cum there too that's rubbing against her mound and slit. Fuck, this is too much for her. She moves the head of the vibrator onto her clit, and her orgasm hits almost instantaneously.

When she recovers, Claire finishes getting dressed for school. She decides to wear her short denim skirt and a blue tank top that shows off her tits nicely. She keeps the pink panties on.

I get home from work at 6 and I want to get out for a run as soon as possible. I'll check with Ben and Claire to see they either of them want to join me.

When I walk into the living room, I notice Claire is laying down on the sofa, so I go over to see if she's awake. As I get closer, I see she's asleep, but is lying there on her belly, and her skirt has slid up a couple of inches exposing the bottom of her ass. I can see her panties....the pink panties I put under her pillow this morning!

I took a big risk leaving them in her room. But I couldn't resist it, playing a little game to make her wonder how they got back to her. It was just a little harmless flirting of sorts.

She had to know they're full of dried up cum, and is wearing them anyway. I can see the stains through the material right now! She must think Pete jerked off into them, she couldn't have any idea it's mine.

But knowing it's my semen in her panties makes me excited. I came all over them, so there would even be some against her pussy. I really wasn't expecting her to do this - I just assumed she would throw them in the wash basket. I thought she might be confused how they got back to her room, then figure out it had to be me who left them there, beside her vibrator, and maybe get a little embarrassed. Not actually wear them!

She looks seriously hot lying down with the bottom of her ass exposed. I'm starting to imagine doing what I did with Jean, and pull those panties to the side. I better get out of here, I can't get caught looking at her like this.

So I go back outside, then come into the house again only this time making a lot more noise. That wakes her up.

"Hey Claire, do you want to come for a run?"

"Sure Dad, I'll just go and change. I'll be ready in 5," she says.

"Is Ben around?," I ask.

"Nope, he's over at Carla's."

"OK, just you and me so. You better go easy on your old man."

"Ha, you can take it Dad," she says, then off she runs to her room.

I go upstairs and change too. Claire is waiting for me when I get back downstairs. I need to try really hard not to look at places I shouldn't be looking. She's wearing the shortest running hot pants I've ever laid eyes on. They're black, and match her black training top, which is really not much more than a sports bra, leaving her whole midriff bare. Her tits are the perfect size for her petite body. I saw her bra in the wash basket recently, it was 32C.

After a light stretch, we start off on our run, and Claire is a little bit ahead of me. Her shorts don't even fully cover her ass, the bottoms her cheeks are visible. I can't take my eyes off them, and her legs. And to make things worse, she has the same sexy thigh gap as her mother and aunt. Fuck, what's wrong with me. I shouldn't be looking at my daughter like this.

I speed up to run along side her, and that eases the temptation to look. But now I can hear her breathing, and that's even turning me on. So I strike up a conversation about school to take my mind off it.

We run for 45 minutes and get back just after 7pm. Claire fills a glass of water, and as she's drinking it, I notice the beads of sweat roll down her neck and chest, in between her tits. She's glistening all over with sweat.

I go to the en suite and take a cold shower. I need to come back to my senses, fast. But I just can't stop picturing her in those cum filled panties.

When I finish my shower, I dry off and wrap a towel around myself, then come out into the bedroom from the en suite. I'm getting fresh underwear from the drawer when something catches my eye. There's something under my pillow that wasn't there when I went in to have a shower. I pull it out and I'm shocked. It's a black thong. A really damp black thong. Like someone had wore it while working up a sweat running. I instinctively bring it to my nose and inhale. It's not Laura, I would know her scent anywhere. That only leaves one person. And to make matters worse, I know instantly that I'm addicted to this new scent. It's the sweetest pussy juice I've ever smelled. My cock rises to it's full enormous size.

When I heard Dad come home, I flipped over onto my stomach on the sofa, and pulled up my skirt just a tiny bit. I wanted to show him what I was wearing, and this was the only way I could think of to do it. I pretended to be asleep the whole time he stood there. He looked at me for so long. Honestly, if he stayed even another minute, he would have seen my wetness soak through the filthy panties.

He thought he was clever leaving them under my pillow, beside my vibrator. Well two can play that game.

I was so excited when he asked me to go for a run with him, and I made sure to pull out all the stops with my outfit. I was a little nervous wearing something so revealing, but when I saw him trying so hard not to look, I knew I made the right call. When we got back and we were talking in the kitchen while drinking some water, he must have even got a little excited as I could see the clear outline of his monster cock in his running shorts.

I hope he likes the gift I left for him.​