Incest/Taboo Evolution

It's been a long time since Tom changed a diaper. Not since Claire was a baby, and she sure as hell isn't a kid anymore. But as is the case with most things, it comes back to you very quickly when you're in the deep end. However, at 41 years of age, starting again with a third child was not in Tom's plans.

For a while after discovering Emma was pregnant, Tom decided he would try to be extra cautious and wear a rubber whenever he screwed someone, other than his sister-in-law that is, the milk had already been spilled there. But with a cock as big as his, it was impossible to find a condom to fit without causing him serious discomfort. So he just settled for blowjobs and the odd ass fuck with anyone who was willing to try, however most women just laughed and said "no fucking way" when they saw what he was packing. He got over this anxiety after a week and resumed screwing pussies bareback again. It was the worst week of his life.

Tom loved nothing more than cumming into in a woman's cunt, the feeling of his seed flooding a hole that was made for cock was the icing on the cake for him. Whatever drove this need, Tom wasn't going to deny himself that wonderful pleasure just because of one mishap. If he was completely honest with himself, putting a baby in Emma had opened up a completely new fascination for him, and the idea of breeding as many women as possible was a huge turn on. It's not that he actually wants to father countless children, it's the thrill of the possibility that makes his balls tingle. Covering a fertile egg with his virile seed is a primal instinct after all.

Sam was born one month ago today, a beautiful baby boy that instantly became the center of Tom and Emma's world. But the past 8 months since they discovered Emma was pregnant were difficult.

Tom and Emma decided to tell Laura together. They knew it would be painful for her to hear this, her husband of over 20 years, her high school sweetheart, had knocked up her little sister. But she deserved to know the truth, and sure enough, she was as devastated as they knew she would be. They also came clean about how they felt about each other. No more sneaking around hiding their true relationship. They needed to move on, one way or another.

For a while it looked like our marriage wasn't going to last. We stayed living together, but we drifted apart. We even stopped having sex. Our intimacy has always been at the core of our relationship. Down through the years, no matter what disagreement, argument, or any relationship troubles we went through like any married couple, we always had sex to fall back on, it was like our bind. But after Laura found out about the pregnancy, that was lost for the first time in our marriage. I had nobody to blame only myself, I hurt her deeply.

I love my wife more than life itself, I couldn't lose her. But I also couldn't deny my feelings for Emma. Being equally in love with two sisters is complicated. Thankfully, through time Laura started to come back to me. It took a lot of work, and more forgiveness than any wife should have to offer her husband, but she found it in her heart to move past what had happened. The fact she held on to her love for me though everything is something I can never fully make up to her.

I had a feeling we could possibly make it through when one night while I was sleeping in our spare room, Laura came to me. She said nothing, but climbed on top of me and we had sex for the first time in over 6 months. When she was done, she slid off and returned to her bedroom. Not a word was spoken.

I didn't want to push it though, and in the end I didn't need to. Her late night visits became more frequent, and one night after we fucked, she even fell asleep in the spare room beside me.

We started talking more too. She started to ask me about my day at work again. She would even sit and watch TV with me, just the two of us. The ice was starting to melt.

The kids didn't seem to be overly bothered about the whole thing. Both of them told me I fucked up, and they weren't happy about me hurting their mother. But when the news sank in, they seemed genuinely excited about having a new half-brother (we decided to find out the gender of the baby at one of our consultations). Well, half-brother and cousin actually, all rolled into one! Yeah, a bit fucked up I guess.

Emma's husband Jack took the news much better than we expected. He was pissed, don't get me wrong, but he seemed more defeated than angry. I think he already knew how Emma and I felt about each other. He's not blind, I had been hanging around their house quite a bit. He and Emma are going to stay together. It sickens me with jealously, knowing Emma has a husband she still cares for, even if it is deep down, but we all have to make concessions here. They have three young kids of their own to think about, so I can't blame them for trying to work on their marriage for the sake of the kids if nothing else.

Eventually, not long before Emma's due date, Laura and I had a full and frank "clear the air" talk.

"You really hurt me Tom. I don't mean getting Emma pregnant, these things happen when you have sex. You both screwed up there. I'm talking about you having real feelings for her. Jesus Tom, was it not enough to be able to just fuck her whenever you want. Why did you have you go and fall in love. With my sister!" Laura said, teh volume of her voice increasing with each word.

"I know Laura. I've betrayed you. We both have. But we don't want to live a lie either. We had to tell you how we felt about each other. I didn't think it was possible to love two people equally," I replied.

"Oh, so she's my equal in your eyes now! We've been together for 23 years for Christ's sake. Does that count for nothing? And you've been screwing her for what, a year? Give me a break," Laura spat the words out.

"That came out wrong. Of course the last 23 years count for something, I've loved every day of our time together. But I can't help my feelings for Emma. I'm talking about now, how I feel about both of you at this moment in time," I said calmly, trying to get her to understand.

"Look, you're going to have a baby very soon, and I'm going to be part of his life. He will be my nephew, and my step-son. God, even saying it sounds weird," she said, and I couldn't disagree. "I'm not abandoning my family for anything. And it fucking kills me to say this," then she hesitates, "but I still love you, even if you are a piece of shit."

"So, what are you saying?" I asked tentatively.

"I'm saying we'll get through this. Part of me wishes I didn't still love you, but I do. So I'm not losing you," she said.

"And what about how I feel about Emma?" I risked asking.

"If I have to share you with her....." she said, and pauses for a few seconds, "then so be it."

With that, she walked out of the room. She probably couldn't bare to look at me any longer. That must have been difficult for her to do, to draw a line in the sand like that and begin moving on.

I hid it well, but I was dancing inside. I couldn't believe my luck.

I called Emma to tell her what Laura said. She didn't seem as enthusiastic as me. Well, she was about to pop any day now, so maybe that's understandable.

I felt like celebrating, and what better way than my favorite activity. I decided that I probably shouldn't push my luck with Laura just yet. So instead I made my way down to Claire's room.

"Hey baby," I said as I knocked and opened my daughter's bedroom door. "You up to much?"

She was lying on her bed reading a book, wearing a nice little short baby pink colored dress I love seeing her in. Her bare legs looked so good, I could lick every inch of them. She just smiled up at me and left her book down beside her on the mattress. Then she spread her legs.

Back when Emma told me she was pregnant, both of us went into a state of self loathing. I was nauseous whenever I thought about the situation we found ourselves in, which was more or less every minute of the day. How could we have let this happen. How the fuck could we have let both things happen. Falling for each other like we had, we could maybe manage to keep to ourselves. But it's a different story with a baby. We needed to come clean.

Gradually, we found a way through this dark time, mainly by being there for each other. Then we realized that we were finding more and more things to be positive about every day. We loved each other, and that's a precious thing. Once we had that, we could deal with anything, even a baby.

To say our sex life went up another level would not be doing it justice. We simply couldn't get enough of each other. We toned down the rough sex of course, but there was still so much unspeakable things we could get up to when the mood struck, to keep Emma's filthy cravings satisfied. And equally mine I guess, if I'm being totally honest.

Then when Emma started to show, it was a major turn on for me, especially as she got into her third trimester. I would regularly pull out just in time to spray my load all over her massive belly. She loved it too, and would moan with pleasure as she rubbed my thick cream into her stretched skin.

When Sam arrived our life was turned upside down all over again. But he made us happier than I could have imagined. I practically moved in to Emma's house for the first month after he was born. Everyone understood, it was the right thing to do, even if it was kind of weird for both families. Emma and I needed time together with Sam to bond. We have our own, new family to prioritize now.

Three weeks after giving birth, Emma was ready to fuck again. I've been patiently waiting to get stuck into her, and get my hands on her now huge milk filled tits. Her pussy is looser than ever after yet another baby being squeezed out. She took my baseball bat sized pole with ease that first night back in action, her big gaping hole dripping wet. Normal service has resumed.

I love having a woman whose cunt feels like it was made for my oversized manhood. She can tighten it up when she wants to grip onto my cock and milk a load out of me, but in its relaxed state she can take a good fisting with relative ease.

Despite my protestations, Emma insisted on having a paternity test done as soon as Sam was born, just to be certain that I'm his biological father. The test came back positive, as we both expected it would be. I was relieved, I had gotten so used to assuming I'm the father since she got pregnant, I would have been devastated if he wasn't mine. Also, I would have been inconsolable if some other man had impregnated my Emma.

Having two families takes a lot of getting used to. Trying to juggle my time between both is difficult and was initially stressful, but with one hectic month of this new arrangement under my belt, things are starting to settle down. We have a routine that's working for now. On weekdays, I stay with Emma most nights, and leave for work from her house. When I finish work I go home to my own house, have dinner and spend a few hours quality time with Laura, Ben, Claire, and of course the walking erection generator Carla. I swear, she's getting hotter every time I see her.

Sam is usually asleep when I get to Emma's, but I can help with the nighttime wakes, and then I get to spend an hour or two with them before I leave for work the next morning.

The weekends are a 50/50 split. I spend Friday night at home with Laura, and then usually it's all day Saturday and Saturday night with Emma. I finish the weekend off back with Laura on Sunday, and then head to work from home on Monday morning. Tiring even thinking about it, but it's working OK for now.

Going to work is like a vacation. I think a lot of men with small kids would secretly agree with me.

My sex life has taken a bit of a hit unfortunately. Some days I just don't have the energy for a proper hard fuck. But I still need my relief, so I'm on a blowjob buzz at the moment. Carla is my "go to" when I'm at home these days, she's turned into a super little cocksucker. I still get my usual throat fuck from Jean in the office, and that generally keeps me satisfied until I get to bed. I like saving my limited energy for my wife and her sister, and Claire of course. I never go too long without burying myself in between my daughter's sexy legs.

I take comfort in still remembering what it was like when Ben and Claire were newborns, the hard times don't last forever.

"I still can't believe Dad knocked up aunt Emma," Ben says to his sister Claire as they sit watching TV.

"OK, I know you're a bit slow," Claire says back mocking Ben, "but our little half-brother is a month old already. Or have you not caught up yet."

"Yeah, I know. I just mean it's a bit weird. It doesn't feel like I have a new brother," Ben says.

"Well he's amazing. I love him so much already," Claire says smiling. "But I miss Dad when he's not here. He spends so much time in Emma's house. I miss how things used to be."

"You miss his big cock you mean," Ben says, play kicking her knee with the sole of his foot from where he's sitting on the sofa.

"No! Well......not just that," Claire replies, admitting that Ben might not be totally wrong.

"I guess you're right though. Maybe I should spend a little time with Sam, get to know him. He is our brother I guess," Ben says as his contemplates their new family dynamic.

"Good, about time," answers Claire. "You should go over there today."

It's Saturday morning, and Carla has gone to visit her parents for the day. Ben is at a kind of loose end anyway. Jean's gone on vacation with her husband, so he can't kill a few hours over at hers either. Why not go see the little guy. Poor kid, not his fault he's been born into a messed up situation like this.

"Hey Ben, great to see you," Dad says as he greets me when he opens the front door of aunt Emma's house. "I didn't know you were coming over."

So strange seeing Dad welcome me into Emma's home.

"Yeah, I just decided to call over last minute. I hope Emma doesn't mind," says Ben.

"Of course not, she'll be delighted to see you. Come on in," Dad says. "Emma and Sam are upstairs, go on up to them."

"Is that OK?" I ask.

"Of course. It's nice you're making an effort to see him," Dad says, and he seems genuinely happy I'm here.

When I walk up the stairs I see Emma's back through the open bedroom door as she sits on the side of her bed. As I get closer, I notice that's she's holding the baby to her chest. Holy shit, she's breastfeeding him!

"Eh, hi aunt Emma," I mumble, feeling really awkward.

"Oh hey Ben," she replies as she swivels her head around looking over her shoulder. "I didn't hear you come in."

I smile at her nervously, not sure where to look. I feel like I've just interrupted something private. But Emma doesn't seem too bothered.

"Um, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in," I say, nodding down at her chest.

"It's OK, I don't mind you seeing me feeding him," Emma says, picking up on my awkwardness. "Anyway, we're juuuust about done."

And with that, she unlatches him and lifts the little dude up onto her shoulder, giving him a couple of gentle pats on the back. Winding him I guess? I'm fucked if I know what needs to be done with a baby!

Then suddenly, my aunt stands up and walks around the end of the bed. As she turns, my eyes immediately look down, and her breast is still uncovered. She has Sam up on her other shoulder, so I see everything. My mouth falls open when I see her tits, they are fucking huge.

"Oh come on, I think we're past that Ben, after what happened before, remember," she whispers, careful not disturb Sam as she walks past me towards the bassinet, then lowers the little guy down into it. My aunt is referring to the time Dad invited me to join in with them one day Emma was over at our house. I still think about it regularly. She gave me a blowjob so good I didn't think it was even possible, and then I had sex with her from behind in our sitting room. I couldn't believe my luck at getting to be with her like that.

Also, that day was the first time I ever did anything with Mom, sexually I mean. She made me cum into her mouth instead of my aunt, for fear of knocking her up. She didn't want me to just shoot it anywhere and ruin the furniture either, so she offered me her mouth instead. Maybe Dad should have done the same, I think, then immediately regret it when I look over at my little brother.

Aunt Emma looks amazing, even with a little baby weight from the pregnancy around her belly. But her tits have ballooned in size, which I assume is because of the breastfeeding.

This is going to sound weird, but seeing Emma's big tit hang out like this, it's giving me a massive urge to suck on her nipple and drink from her too. That's sick Ben, I think inwardly, and shake off the urge. But when she turns back around from the bassinet I can't take my eyes off her chest, it's making me seriously horny.

Emma looks down at my bulging shorts and just stands there. Why didn't I wear something better at holding my cock down, I didn't even think that seeing Emma would turn me on. So fucking stupid, of course she would turn me on, she's had that effect on me for as long as I've noticed girls.

"Really Ben?" she whispers, careful not to wake Sam who has fallen asleep as soon as she put him down, then she tuts and rolls her eyes. She gestures for me to follow her out of the room.

I walk behind her towards another bedroom next to her's, and Dad's I guess, and I notice she's fixing her top back into place covering herself up in the process. I can't help looking down at her perfect firm ass in her tight black yoga pants as I follow her. Thank God she always seems to be wearing these.

"I'm so sorry aunt Emma, I really didn't mean to get hard," I say apologetically when we're in the other room.

"Look, it's OK if you want to use me again. We've already crossed that line, and you haven't been pestering me for sex since then or anything," Emma says, seemingly willing to let me have her again, even if she doesn't seem very enthusiastic about it. Then she pauses. "I know being with your aunt might be a fantasy of yours."

"Well.... eh, yeah. I mean..... um, it is, like look at you," I stutter my words out. "It's not that though. Well, yeah it is that too, um, but it's something else as well." I can't even form proper sentences I'm so nervous. Am I really going to ask her this?

"OK, well what is it then?" she asks, and I can tell she's losing her patience with me.

"Can I suck your tits?" I finally blurt out. "I want to taste your milk?" Fuck, am I really saying these words. Sucking milk from a woman's breasts has never even entered my mind before I came here today. What the shit is wrong with me.

She says nothing for a minute, and I'm getting more uncomfortable by the second. But my cock is still throbbing regardless.

"Fine," Emma finally says. "I can see you must really like that idea," as she drops her gaze down to my tent.

"I don't know, I hadn't even thought about it before. Just seeing your....breast, and how big it is. I dunno, it's amazing," I say quietly.

"Well, I do need to drain one a little, so I guess you'll be helping me out too," my aunt says. She doesn't seem aroused by this in the slightest. "Come on so, let's get this over with. And out of your system hopefully."

She sits down on the bed behind her, and pulls the thin straps of her clingy white top over her shoulders, then down her arms. I'm looking on as if in a trance. She brings her elbows in through the large openings on each side of the top, then pulls it down over her belly now that it's free of her arms. She's sitting there with just her bra on now. It's white, built more for comfort than sexiness, but it does have a small bit of lace around the top of the cups that I like.

Her massive tits are pushed together creating a mouth-watering cleavage, and they're even spilling out over the lacy cups. When she reaches her hands behind her back, I tingle with excitement because I know what's coming next. She unclasps the bra and it immediately loosens, allowing her breasts to relax now that their harness has slackened.

She lets the bra fall down her arms and leaves it on the bed beside her. Seeing her fully naked tits is such a beautiful, amazing sight. They're even better than I thought they would be. The don't have much sag, and they sway a little as she moves. I think I can see that one is very slightly smaller than the other, that must be what she meant by needing one drained.

"Come on then, don't just stand there," she says impatiently, but she doesn't seem mad at me.

I snap out of it and walk the three steps over to the bed, then I hesitate, not sure where to sit. Do I kneel in front of her maybe?

Emma notices I don't know what to do next, so she helps me out.

"Sit here," she says, patting the bed beside her, sounding more like a teacher than someone whose tits I'm about to suck.

I sit down on the bed to Emma's right, where she told me, and I'm immediately conscious of my erection pointing straight up towards the ceiling. My loose fitting shorts are black, and when I look down at the embarrassing tent my long cock is making, I can see there is a slightly darker patch of material, right at the tip. I'm leaking precum through the shorts.

Emma doesn't say anything about my boner situation, I don't think she even looked at it. Instead, she brings her right hand up to the back of my head, and applies the smallest bit of pressure as she guides me down to her right tit, the big one, then she leans back slightly using her free elbow to prop herself up.

I open my mouth and wrap my lips around her nipple, and I instinctively swirl my tongue around it. Force of habit. Her tit is much harder than I was expecting.

"You're not going to get what you want by doing that," she says. "Just suck it."

And that's what I do. What happens next almost made me cum in my shorts. When I start sucking, I get the taste of milk hitting my tongue. It's sweeter than normal milk, and it's really warm. I keep on sucking, and soon I realize my mouth is filling up, I need to swallow. So I gulp it down.

As soon as I swallowed that first mouthful, I heard Emma let out a quiet moan. Then she ran her fingers through my hair, gently massaging my head that she's still holding in place.

For something I hadn't even thought about until less than ten minutes ago, this is probably the most sexually intense thing I have ever done.

I start to suck harder now, growing in confidence, and also realizing I love the taste. Then I gulp down another mouthful, and then another. It's delicious, and I know already that I'm addicted to it. It's really spraying into my mouth now that I'm sucking hard. Emma's chest is rising slightly higher I notice, her breathing has changed.

But she seems happy to wait and let me keep drinking from her. So I keep on sucking.

"OK, that's enough honey," my aunt says softly after I swallow another couple of mouthfuls.

When I lift my mouth off her tit, I stare at her nipple, which is all wet from my slobbering. Her tits are amazing. They always were, but now that she's lactating, they're on another level. They look and feel so good. The right one I'd been sucking on looks the smaller now.

I'm about to stand up and get out of here, the embarrassment starting to creep into my mind, but Emma hasn't moved yet.

"Now come over this side," she says, nodding to the left. "You can take more from this one if you want," as she looks down at her left breast.

I jump at the chance to get more of her milk. When I sit down on her other side she doesn't need to guide me to her nipple this time. I clamp down and start feeding.

Another moan from Emma. I tilt my head slightly so I can look up at her face, and I see she has her eyes closed as she leans back on both elbows, her tit's proudly on display, presented for me to feast on.

"You can hold the other one, if you want," she says quietly, taking me by surprise.

Without breaking my latch, I reach my left hand up across my face and place it on her free breast. It's the first time I've touched her tits with my hands. I give it a soft squeeze, then a little firmer one. When I do that, I feel a light mist land on the back of my hand. I have her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I squeeze again, looking at her other breast this time, and I see her milk spraying out in a thin white jet.

When I do this, Emma drops her head backwards and sighs. And that's when she really surprises me. I feel her reach down under the waistband of my shorts, and she wraps her hand softly around my cock that's simmering on the edge of explosion.

She tightens her grip ever so slightly, and strokes her hand up my slimy precum coated shaft, to the tip. And that's enough. A torrent of cum erupts from my cock, my balls emptying themselves into my shorts as it spews down all over my auntie's hand. She keeps squeezing my cock gently, as more and more cums shoots out. I had to stop sucking when my climax hit, but I was able to savor the sweet taste of Emma's milk in my mouth as I ejaculated.

When my cock stops spasming, Emma pulls her hand out of my shorts. It's completely covered in my seed, between her fingers, even up around her wrist and arm.

She doesn't say anything as she stands up and walks over to a dresser, opens a drawer, and takes out a cloth that she uses to clean herself off, wiping it up and down her arm, all over her hand and even in between her fingers. She's standing there with her magnificent tits on display for me to ogle while she mops up her nephew's cum.

After throwing the cloth into a wash hamper in the corner of the room, she walks back over to the bed where I'm still sitting in shock, but now thoroughly drained myself after the most satisfying orgasm of my life. She picks up her bra off the bed and has it back on over her rack in seconds, quickly followed by her white top.

Then she looks at me and smiles, before turning and walking out of the room.

I go straight to the bathroom down the hallway and strip off my shorts. I need to clean myself up a bit, I can't go anywhere like this.

Once I sort myself out, I quietly go back downstairs, being careful not to wake up Sam. I feel a little guilty that I came here to see him, but I ended up sucking his mother dry and creaming my shorts instead.

"Jack and the kids will be back soon," I hear Emma say to Dad before I get to the bottom of the staircase. "I'll get a start made on dinner so we can all eat together."

"That'll be nice," Dad answers.

When I come into the kitchen, Emma is busy moving around, taking saucepans out of cupboards, and food from the refrigerator. Like nothing just happened.

Dad is reading something on a tablet, but he looks up when he sees me come in.

"Hey son, did you get to see your little brother before his nap?" he asks.

"Yeah Dad, I saw him. He's adorable," I say.

"Do you want to stay for dinner, there's plenty to go around," he says.

"Nah, I better get going. I'm heading out with Carla later on. Thanks anyway," I say.

"Tell her I said hi," he says to me as I walk towards the front door.

"I will," I answer, and as I look back to say goodbye, I catch Emma's eye as she glances at me over Dad's shoulder. She looks away quickly, but I'm almost certain I saw a hint of a smile on her face.

I hope dad didn't noticed the huge wet patch on the front of my shorts, I think to myself, as I close the front door behind me.

As I drive away from Emma's house, my mind is completely fixated on what just happened. I've just been breastfed by my aunt, the mother of my new little brother. On top of that, she's my Dad's new partner, I think, or whatever they're calling it. But the layers of complexity are not dampening this desire to feed from my aunt, my growing lust for her, and a newly formed boner rises up towards the steering wheel of Mom's car. I don't even need to think about what's right or wrong in this situation, I already know I will be back here for more.

When I arrive back home I immediately go looking for more relief.

Carla will still be at her parents, but hopefully Mom or Claire are here. When I open the back door and walk into the kitchen, there's nobody around. Fuck. I hoped to just dump it into one of them here in the kitchen. Maybe they're upstairs? I quickly bound across the floor and take the stairs two at a time to find out.

When I'm halfway up I smile, I can hear the shower running in the main bathroom. Only Claire, Carla and I ever use that one, Mom and Dad use their en suite.

Dropping my wet shorts to the floor and kicking off my sneakers, I lift my t-shirt up over my head and throw it on the pile. Then I walk straight into the bathroom unannounced, not even gracious enough to give a knock first.

Claire is standing in the shower with her back to the door, she's in the middle of washing her hair. I look straight down to her perfect little ass and give myself a few tugs, priming my cock to complete hardness. She still doesn't seem to realize I'm here, or that she's about to get fucked for that matter.

Stepping into the shower behind my sister, the hot mist from the spray settles on my chest. I'm infatuated with my sister Claire. I've screwed her so much in the last year that I'm surprised I'm not bored of her by now, but in fact the opposite is true. She's like a drug, I can't get enough.

Claire is humming some song to herself as she uses both hands to massage the shampoo into her hair. The soapy white suds are running down her back, and down around the curve of her perfect ass. She's oblivious to my presence.

She's a lot shorter than me, so when I step up right behind her my cock is level with the middle of her back. I take hold of my shaft in my right hand and squat down, pointing my prick upwards to where I have buried it so many times, taking aim. When it's less than an inch from her slit, I lunge upwards, driving my cock up into her tight wet hole. Luckily she has a sexy little thigh gap which is perfect for this sort of access.

"Hummpf," Claire grunts, and quickly slaps her hands on the tiled wall in front of her for balance. The shampoo from her hair is already covering her face now that she's had to take her hands away.

I lift her off her feet so I don't have to keep squatting. I'm holding on to her by the waist, my strong arms are able to keep her light body in position like a fuck doll.

I'm fucking her hard and fast, no easing into it this time, and the slapping noises caused by our bodies coming together on each thrust are incredibly loud in here.

Claire is holding on for dear life, and she grunts in response to each of my thrusts, but she knows I won't drop her. She still hasn't said a word, or even looked around. She's knows it's me though, she doesn't need to see me, she knows my cock well enough by now. Plus, this isn't exactly the first time I've surprised her in the shower like this, she's knows it's kinda my thing. It is the first time I got it into her before she seen me sneak up on her though.

I keep going at this furious pace until I feel my balls tighten just before my entire root pulsates and unloads into my sister. I think she came, a few seconds ago, it's hard to know when I'm giving her such a hard pounding like this.

When I'm done with her, I drop Claire down onto her outstretches toes, and then pull my softening cock from her snatch. I assume a good chunk of my load falls out of her, but it gets washed away under the shower before I can see.

As I'm stepping back away from her petite frame I give her ass a slap, my way of saying thanks! She just looks back at me over her shoulder with a hint of a smile, and shakes her head. Then returns to shampooing her hair as if nothing happened.

Fuck I needed that.

Laura's life was turned upside down when she found out about her husband's relationship with her sister. The fact they have a baby now means they are tied together forever, they share that common bond.

She knew that Tom liked to screw around with Emma, and although she didn't really like it, she grudgingly accepted it and put it down to Tom living out some sort of sister-in-law fantasy. Just sex. Whatever. But then they go and fall for each other, now that, she cannot accept. Well, she couldn't, not for a long time. She felt betrayed by both of them, and she immediately doubted the meaning of her entire marriage. She was devastated.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't deny that she still loved him, her childhood sweetheart who became her husband. The man of her dreams. Laura was aware of the effect she had on men, and she knew there was hardly a man alive that she couldn't have if she wanted him. But when she met Tom they were still teenagers, she knew he was the one.

She gave Tom what most people would consider her best years. Yet here she is, over 40, suddenly having to share him with her younger sister, when they should be spending this time kicking back after rearing their two wonderful children. They put in the hard work early on in their lives precisely for this time now. So much for that, Laura thinks wistfully. Tom's off starting a new family for himself, leaving me in the fucking lurch.

She was bitter, but she didn't want to be. So she decided to make some changes. If Tom could have his mid-life crisis, then she wasn't going to just wait around for him to be with her when it pleased him. Tom was the only man who got to enjoy her for the best part of 20 years, before everything changed in the world. Laura decided that she was going to live. And she couldn't think of a better way to do that than go and get what she denied herself when she was young.

She wanted to be desired by men. She still had the ability to turn heads, maybe more so now than ever before. Rigorous workouts and eating well kept her in pristine condition. She wasn't being conceited, but she was aware of how she looked. She was really only a kid when she settled down. But things had changed now. She was going to have any man she wanted, and get that feeling of being desired that she so very much craved. No more holding back. If Tom could get jealous when a neighbor or two called over to use her, he's seen nothing yet.

Carla will never forget the evening she met Tom in the gym. She hadn't even planned on going for a workout that day at all. Her new boyfriend had cancelled their plans last minute, so instead of moping around feeling sorry for herself, she decided to not let the entire evening go to waste.

Her new boyfriend was of course Ben, who she shared a couple of classes with in college. They got chatting in the library one day when he came over to ask her about something their professor was talking about the previous week. She knew this was bullshit of course, she had enough guys approach her to know a made up story when she hears one. When he asked her on a date her suspicions were confirmed, but he was kinda cute so what the hell.

They went to the movies the next evening, and when he was dropping her home she told him to pull over. She noticed his bulging hardness all evening, and it was making her horny. One thing led to another and they moved into the back seat where they had sex. It was good, his cock was big and he could keep going for ages.

When they finished up, the both climbed back into the front seats and Ben drove her the last five minutes to her parents house. She liked him, and when he asked her out again before she left the car, she immediately said yes.

They went on dates every night for the next week or more, always ending them with a fuck in the backseat of his Mom's car. But he cancelled the date that evening she didn't really mind, he needed to work on a class assignment that was getting close to the deadline.

When Tom approached her in the gym, it was almost like he could read her mind. She was usually pretty horny in the evenings, and she and Ben weren't exactly exclusive - nobody is nowadays! Why not get herself off with this random stranger, it's not like I'll ever see him again anyway, like the rest of them, Carla thought to herself at the time.

What happened next changed her life forever. He filled her so completely, it was like the missing piece of her jigsaw. It stretched her to her absolute limit, and reached parts of her body she didn't even know she had. As soon as he entered her he immediately took complete control of her, not just for that first fuck, but forever. He didn't know that of course, he probably just fancied a screw with a young college girl. But she knew she could not be without this man from that first thrust up her young cunt.

She really liked Ben. They had fun when the were together, and he is very attractive. But this stranger, now that was something different. He was a man. He might be a lot older than her, with a dadbod, but nobody else can make her feel like he could. To Carla, he is the most desirable man on earth.

When Ben asked her over to his house to meet his parents, Carla was apprehensive. What would they think of her? Would they like her? Would they be happy with her being their son's girlfriend? All these thoughts made her anxious. Then she arrived there and saw him, the man from the gym. She thought she was imagining it at first, it was impossible. She had to be mistaken. However, it soon became clear she was not losing her mind at all, it most certainly was him.

Tom tells her all the time that she has the perfect pussy. She loves hearing him say it because she knows he's completely honest. But also because she knows what he means, she thinks the exact same thing about his cock. It was made for her. So it only makes sense if it feels the same for him.

Tom can fuck her like no other man on earth. Nobody else comes even close by comparison. That cock. It's about the same size around as a beer can, but much longer. It makes her legs tremble just thinking about it. Tom was the reason she moved in, not Ben. Tom is the real man of the house. She has no interest in taking anyone else's cock in her pussy, it just irritates her when they can never match up to him. But she let's them get on with it anyway. They usually can't last long in her anyway.

Then Tom goes and knocks up his wife's sister? Seriously! That was bad enough, but it gets worse. He starts talking about falling in love with this Emma person too. Carla hardly ever sees him now, he's always over at her house. When he comes home he spends his time grovelling to Laura. Meanwhile, she has to settle for unfulfilling sex every night. I need to do something to make sure that changes. If her man can't come to her, then she will go to him.

I need a man, Claire thinks to herself as she closes her laptop after finishing off her latest assignment for college. She's in her room, and neither her Dad nor brother are home.

I've been working on this damn thing all day here on my own, I need to get off.

Getting cock is not usually a problem for the 19 year old college freshman. For the past year she's had a constant supply at home from her Dad and big brother. Although with her Dad's new baby, she doesn't see as much of him at the moment as she would like. Claire especially misses him coming to her room in the middle of the night. That was their special time together.

I have a couple of regulars in college, Claire thinks. Her math professor David, usually asks her to stay back after class. He's 58, but fit for his age. A senior, Craig, 23 she thinks, he is obsessed with her ass.

Dr Moran next door asks me over all the time too, whenever he sees me outside. He's old and fat, but what the hell. He used to come over for Mom, but he seems to like having me these days. I like feeling his weight on top of me. He always wants to kiss me when he's humping me. His wife doesn't like me though, not one bit.

That's the regulars, and then there's the randoms. She never knows when she's going to feel a hand cup her ass, which happens almost every time she goes anywhere wearing her tight yoga pants for some reason. If she wears a skirt in public, she would be shocked if she didn't have at least one or two guys slide their hands up her legs.

But none of this is a complaint. Claire loves it, the attention she gets keeps her nice and wet for when she gets to be with her Dad or Ben.

"OK, he's asleep, lets go," Tom says to Emma. He had been trying to get Sam down for his nap, and it took forever. Having a newborn to care for is not good for his sex life.

Emma lifts her ass up off the bed and pulls down her sweatpants and panties at the same time. She doesn't need to even think about it, she's gagging for a good fuck too.

"You hard? Or do you need....." she says before Tom cuts her off.

"I will be by the time you get those off," Tom says as he pulls his pants down. He doesn't bother removing his t-shirt, that's just wasting time.

He jumps up onto the bed and plunges his full length into Emma, and immediately starts fucking her like a jackhammer. Her sweats and panties are still hanging around her left ankle. They're both careful to be as quiet as possible so not to wake Sam. Tom shoots into her about one minute later. But it was a very enjoyable minute.

This is what their sex life has been reduced too.

When Laura tried on the outfit she settled on and looked at herself in the mirror on the back of her closet door, she got a tingle of excitement for the first time in months. It was only a black dress, nice and short of course, coming down an inch or maybe two below her ass. Sleeveless, with a deep plunging neckline showing off just a little too much of her breasts, and paired with her black stilettos and subtle gold necklace, she looked good, even if she thought so herself.

Fixing the couple of blond locks that hung down either side of her face really complimented the upstyle she just had done by her favorite stylist. Everything she was wearing perfectly suited her tanned skin, and exquisitely toned body. Laura was certainly making the effort to feel the best about herself.

It's Sunday afternoon, Tom and the kids are downstairs, but Laura has decided to spend the day by herself. Well, not really by herself, if you know what I mean, away from her family would be more accurate.

She picked today on purpose of course, when she knew Tom would be at home. A final dab of perfume on her neck and she's ready.

Everyone is sitting around the countertop in the kitchen when she walked down the stairs, Tom, the two kids, and Carla. The conversation came to an abrupt halt and all four of them looked around.

"Wow Mom, you look amazing. I didn't know you were going out. Can I come?" Claire says excitedly.

"Nope, sorry honey, I fancy a bit of me time today. Maybe next time," I say, as I look at Tom from the corner of my eye.

Then suddenly by phone beeps. It's a notification from my taxi app, the driver is outside.

"That's my ride," I say, then add, "Don't wait up," as I let the door close behind me. That should make Tom sit up and take note.

I open the back door of the taxi and climb in as gracefully as possible, which is not easy with how I'm dressed. At least I'm wearing panties, a woman's gotta keep her dignity, sometimes! The driver was tapping on his phone where it was mounted on the dash, then when I closed the door he looked back at me. He's a young guy, not much older than Ben. Not as handsome as my Ben though.

"OK," he says, and smiles after looking me up and down as I'm reaching around for the belt buckle. "We're not going anywhere yet." Then he opens his door.

He opens the opposite back door to the one I'm sitting next to, and proceeds to climb in beside me. I can't believe my luck really, we haven't even left the driveway and I'm already going to get what I'm after. But most importantly, I hope Tom is looking out the window and sees what's about to happen.

The young guy pulls his loose sweatpants down just enough to pull his soft cock out, and he starts rolling the tip around between his finger and thumb. Neither of us say anything, we both know what's going to happen here.

I lean down and take his still soft prick between my lips, then slurp it into my mouth. I play around with it using my tongue, swirling it around, letting my mouth fill with saliva and using it to give his dick a bath, then I push it up against the roof of my mouth, trapping it there with my tongue. He's starting to harden up now. He's not that big, but enough to work with.

I drop down onto my knees as best I can in the tight space, then give the young guy the full treatment. He tries to put his hands on my head but I stop him, he's not messing up my hair this early in the evening.

He's around 5 inches, so it's pretty easy to take him all in, keep him there at the top of my throat and still breathe fine, then just massage and milk him with my throat muscles. My nose is buried in his pubes, so I'll need to touch up my make-up when we're done here. I keep him in deep the whole time until be says he's going to cum, and then I feel him starting to squirt as it hits the back of my throat on the way down to my stomach.

"Holy fuck, man that was awesome," he says enthusiastically, his cock is still in my mouth as I clean him off. "Wow!"

He's fixes himself up and gets back in the front to start the journey, but before we drive off I see the window shade in our front room twitch. Exactly the start I wanted.

"Take me into the city," I say to the driver when he's back in behind the wheel, and I give him the name of a new restaurant I've been waiting to try out for weeks.

We mostly sit in silence for the 30 minute journey. He tries to make some small talk, and he gives me his number to call him for a ride home later, off app. He presumes I'm coming home!