Incest/Taboo Keep It in the Family

At least, I thought, he must be getting a good look at his mother's holes, and surely he wouldn't be able to resist at least one of them soon.

It wasn't going to be that soon, though, because his hands travelled across my butt, exploring the top of my crack, but still without touching my asshole, and he reversed the massage, starting with my other cheek, working down my leg and ending with him sucking the toes of my other foot.

God, this time I really could barely control myself. I wanted my son to fuck me so, so badly, though in truth I think I'd have fucked anyone, any number of people even who had come into the room then. Surely, surely, he'd shove his cock up me now?

To start with I thought I was right, as he pushed my legs closer together, straddled over them, and slid his body over them. I felt his cock bang against my ass, and I prepared myself for the wonderful stretching his thick cock always either one of my holes. Then I realised that yet again I was wrong, as he put his hands on my waist, and started massaging upwards.

He used his thumbs on my back muscles, just the way a professional masseuse does, then across my shoulders, rubbing the areas which always seem to suffer most when you are stressed or tense. It was wonderful, but nowhere close to sexual release I was craving.

The more he had to lean forward, the more his cock kept hitting my butt, torturing me by it not being inside me. Even so, I loved his touch, and the way that the whole of my body now seemed a peculiar combination of relaxed, but yet tingling with anticipation of more delightful sensations yet to come.

Fuck, after finishing with my shoulders, he went up the sides of my neck again, circling his hands around my throat as if he were going to strangle me, then his thumbs ran up through my hair. His fingers gently stroked my ears, then he squeezed my earlobes, before running both hands back down one of my arms, massaging as he went. As he bent to kiss each of my fingers, his cock pressed into my back, then again as he did the same to my other arm. I don't think I'd ever felt so pampered, so loved, so completely aroused. My son totally owned me.

"Turn over, Mom, and let me massage your front, now."

He raised himself up just enough to let me twist my way over. I could feel his balls hitting against my hips as I turned, and when I raised my head, I saw him smiling down at me, his cock sticking up with a trickle of clear pre-cum running down the head. That really pleased me, as it seemed he did still want to fuck his old mother. I started to say something, when he stopped me with another kiss.

This time his chest was pressing down on my breasts, and I could feel my nipples tightening of their own accord, triggering another gush of cum from my cunt, as his cock was so close to it. He broke the kiss, then massaged one arm again, kissing my fingers and my mouth as he moved to the other arm.

My tits seemed to be throbbing with anticipation as his hands moved down from my shoulders, but yet again, he deliberately chose not to touch any of my sexual parts, instead massaging down the centre of my chest. He massaged my belly, kissing my navel, which tickled, and made me giggle and squirm like a silly young girl. His mouth was so close that by that time my cunt was twitching in anticipation of his touch at long last, but he neatly massaged around the edges of my freshly regrown and trimmed pubes, before he repeated the massage of each of my legs, kissing my toes again.

When he had kissed my second foot, he held my legs up and pulled then wide apart. The way he stared at my cunt felt almost as if he was actually touching it, rather than just looking. I was in absolute bliss. My body felt alive and tingling from my son's massage, and I was revelling in letting him see my most private parts in all their glory, the way a son should never see his mother. I wanted him inside me though, so badly it hurt all over.

"God, Mom, you're beautiful. I really do love you, you know."

"And I love you too, son. That was the most wonderful massage I've ever had, except you missed a couple of bits."

"I know, Mom. I've been saving the best until last."

My son smiled at me as he let my legs fall to the bed, and he moved up between them again. Please, son, please slide your cock up me, I thought, but yet again he passed up the opportunity. He leaned forward, until his cock just barely touched my pussy, and he caught hold of my breasts, one in each hand. Then he released his grip, rolling the palms of his hands over my nipples. I shuddered uncontrollably as his hands seemed to be searing hot, making my breasts feel burning and inflating, then he caught hold of them again, squeezing, so that my areolas and nipples were pushed up,

He bent down, and sucked on each of my nipples in turn, his saliva feeling as if it was putting the fire out, replacing it with something less describable, but equally powerful. When he straightened up again he moved his hands up as if he were trying to force the flesh of my breast up towards my nipples, which were tight and stiff and throbbing as his fingers reached them, and he rolled them between his fingers and thumb.

Slowly he ran his hands down my chest and over my belly, pausing to kiss my belly button as his hands reached the top of my pubic hair. When he straightened up again this time, his hands continued their movement, sliding along the sides of my cunt, without actually touching my labia.

"Aagghh" I cried, not so much from pleasure, as with frustration and lust as it seemed he wasn't going to touch my cunt at all.

This time I was wrong, though. He smiled at me, clearly understanding the effect he was having on me. Once his hands were either side of my labia, he moved them inwards, pushing my lips together, and pressing against my clit.

"Aaaghh" I cried again, but this time it definitely was with pleasure, as all my pent-up frustration seemed to burst out of my clit, and even though it was the very first touch, I came, as if I were a naïve girl coming for the very first time as soon as a boy touched me.

I could see from the look on my son's face that the bastard was enjoying the most unbelievably delicious suffering he was making his mother endure, and as I twisted and squirmed around, he took no notice, but just kept pulling my labia apart, then pushing them back together to crush my clit as hard as he could. It was simply wonderful: the combination of the feelings racing right through my body; the knowledge that my son was watching every detail of his mother coming in front of him, and that he could see, smell and hear the sticky, translucent cum that was flooding out of his mother's vagina.

"Turn over again, Mom."

Shit, I had been just about to come again, but I turned over on to my stomach, just as my son had asked. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and pulled them apart. I could hear a sort of crackling noise between my legs, as my cum pulled apart across my vagina, and I knew that my son now had a close up view of his mother's asshole and sticky cunt. Not for the first time, of course, but it still sent a thrill running through me. When his hands started moving again, this time he not only massaged my butt, but ended up running his fingers around the ring of my anus.

Fuck, I wanted him in me. Any of him would do, certainly his fingers, but ideally his cock, which from time to time banged against my thigh, and in any hole he wanted. At last, I felt something pushing into my vagina, then my asshole, and then I felt my clit being teased and rubbed again. I realised that what he had done was to put both thumbs inside my cunt, and two fingers from one hand into my anus, while the fingers on the other hand did a wonderful, exciting and complicated dance on my labia and my clit.

"Aaggh" I yelled once more, as I came from the gorgeous finger and thumb work between my legs. "Please, son, please fuck me now. I want your cock deep in my cunt, and your spunk filling my vagina. Please."

"You're such a fucking slut, Mom, aren't you?"

God, I was. Who'd have thought when I gave birth to my last baby, that eighteen years later I'd be begging him to fuck me? It wasn't dignified, and certainly illegal, but at that moment I just didn't care. I just wanted my son's prick ramming into my cunt until he came inside me.

I felt like crying as my son's fingers came out of my holes, but I was kept aroused by the hope that his cock would take their place in my pussy. Tony pulled me back onto my side, then slid his lower leg under my lower leg, and his upper leg he put over the top, moving my upper leg over his hip. Oh yes, I recognised this scissor position, one I used to love with Charlie when we were first married, because it allows one of the deepest penetrations into me.

"Aagghh" I cried out again, as my son's thick cock sank itself into my cunt, not stopping until my vagina would stretch no further.

He locked his legs around my lower leg, his balls banging against it as he started thrusting in and out of me. He grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back so he could nibble my ear, and he put his other arm over me, and started playing with my tits.

"Come and play along with me, Mom," he whispered in my ear, and I moved my hand over to join his on my breast.

Oh, God, it was a marvellous feeling as we rolled my nipple between our two hands. Then I pulled it up as hard as I dared, and my son squeezed hard on my stretched areola, making me gasp with the sharp pain, followed by a shaft of pleasure which joined up with the wonderful sensations in my cunt as my son rammed in and out of me.

I'd loved my son playing with my tit with me, but then he drew my hand down over my body, pushing it against my cunt, and opening up my labia so that our fingers touched together on my clit. Between us we rubbed and pinched it, then we slid them back along my slit to feel my son's wet shaft pumping in and out of my hole. Oh fuck, I loved my son and I playing with my clit even more than my nipples.

We both knew that either of us might come at any moment, but neither of us wanted to. The delights of hanging right on the edge were so powerful, that we both wanted to enjoy them for as long as we could. My belly felt full of my son's cock, and my skin was tingling all over, as he kept kissing my neck and ear, and together we paced the tempo of his thrusts into me, and our playing with my clit.

Fucking hell, it was good. It was fucking, but I realised it was far more than that. We were truly making love, the way I had with Charlie when we were younger, and which we had started to do again recently, after years of drifting apart physically. I could see why Jade wanted to marry my son, and as stupid and impossible as it was, at that moment I'd have agreed to marry him myself if he asked.

It was ecstasy, but like all good things, it had to come to an end. I guess I pressed my clit a little too hard against Tony's fingers, and I felt myself coming, feeling as if I was falling over a cliff into a bottomless ocean. My clever little son spotted what was happening, maybe even before I did myself. He started pumping in and out of me harder and faster, and as I fell over the edge, I felt his balls switching, and I knew that at last my vagina was being pumped full of my son's spunk.

"FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

It felt as if I had hit the bottom of the ocean. I could barely get my breath, my limbs felt as if they had been torn off me, and my cunt felt as if it was exploding, flying in every direction. If it wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, it was certainly close. As I came down, Tony's cock slipped out of me, and I started to turn around to face him. Shit, while I'd expected to see ecstasy on his face as well, instead I saw a tear running down his cheek.

"What on earth's wrong, son? Didn't you enjoy making love to your Mommy the way you had thought you would?"

"No, Mom. It was wonderful. It's just that I suppose you won't want me fucking you once I'm married, will you?"

I was tempted to say he couldn't fuck me, but he could certainly make love to me like he just had anytime he liked, but I knew how sensitive he can be, and didn't think he'd take it as a joke.

"Look son, you've seen what a slut I've become, and I certainly intend to keep on fucking everyone in the family, including you. As long as Jade doesn't mind that is, and anyway, you're the only one who has ever made love to me like that, except your father. But surely you'll be kept busy keeping your new wife satisfied, so you won't have time for your old mother?"

"Mom, you were the first woman whose body I ever entered, and I'll always have time for you. But you're right. It's so annoying that Jade got banned from that online site, especially as we keep getting hundreds of messages from people wanting to see more. There's a massive demand for incest, as you can see from the amount on porn sites that claim to show it, but it's obvious that the people fucking aren't really related at all. It seems that lots of people are after the real thing, but we can't give it to them."

"Wait a minute, Tony. If there are lots of people wanting to watch real incest, surely you've told me that there's a dark web or something. If you've got the contacts, with all your computing knowledge, couldn't you set something up that was secure, and which people had to pay to access? I mean, I think all of our close family would be up for it, and we could show pictures of you kids growing up, so people could see you really are what you claim. I bet I could get Gran and Grandad involved, and once we've fully joined the rest of the family, maybe we could bring in everyone else as well?"

The silence was deafening. My son just laid propped on his elbow, looking at me, his cock, like my cunt, leaking onto the bedclothes.

"What? Have I said something stupid?"

"No, Mom. It's brilliant. Why didn't I think of it before?"

"Well, I'm not just a cunt on legs, darling, I do have a brain as well."

"But you are a cunt, and you do have legs, Auntie Susan. Or should I call you Mom now? I can barely tell you apart, anyway."

"Jade! What the hell are you doing? I thought Charlie was fucking you, your Mom and Becky?"

"Oh, he fucked me once, but it seems that I'm already too old for him, so I left him with Mom watching him screw Becky in every hole. I knew what Tony was planning, and I've watched the recording from the camera on fast forward, then was going to come in when Tony came in you."

Shit, I'd forgotten yet again that all of the rooms were connected into Tony's computer.

"You know, I think it really could work ..."

Tony started muttering about VPN's and spoofed severs or something, and Jade and I just tuned him out.

"I guess you can call me Mom, now, Jade. If Tony can get this going, that and a baby should keep you out of mischief, surely?"

"I still think I'd need a good fucking by someone else sometimes, though, Mom. And talking of fucking, I think you have something in you that belongs to me, and I'd like it back. I'm also sure Becky didn't clean me out as thoroughly as you do, so there's probably some of your husband in me as well."

We pushed Tony over to the side of the bed, still muttering to himself, clearly taken over by working out how to set up a private streaming service, and we lay down beside him, our heads between each other's legs, cleaning the spunk from each other's cunts. She was right. I recognised the taste of my husband's spunk mixed with the beautiful flavour of her own, spicy slime from her vagina, having eaten so much of it over the years.

These days, though, it seemed I only got it out of some other woman's cunt after my husband had fucked her, rather than getting it direct from the source. It still turned me on, though I wished I had watched him deposit it inside Jade's vagina.

Jade's tongue felt unbelievable on my clit, though, licking along my vulva, lapping around my fuck hole and my asshole. My son had made love to me, but while I'd expected Jade to just be a great fuck, I realised that after my son had said he wanted to marry her, I'd started to feel love for my niece as well. But did she see me just as a fuck to take the edge off her constant lust for sex? I didn't care, as her tongue sucked my son, her future husband's sperm out of me, and we took each other to the edge of what I knew was going to be another amazing climax.

It was. Jade and I rolled around on the bed, filling each other's mouths with our cum. We banged into Tony, who took no notice, his lips still moving as he worked out whether my idea would ever work. When we calmed down, Jade swapped her position, and we kissed each other on the mouth, mixing our cunt juices together.

"I love you, Mom 2," she said. "First you saved me from heroin, even though your husband had been fucking me as a whore behind your back, and now you give me your son as my husband. Thank you."

"I love you too, Jade. I'll be proud to have you as my first daughter-in-law. I notice, though, that despite all I've done for you, you're still fucking my husband, though."

Jade pulled back, shock and fear on her face. "Oh, I'm so... Shit, you're joking, aren't you?"

We hugged together, laughing. "Of course, darling. I'm as big a slut as you, and I want to fuck everyone in the family, so it seems only fair that we let each other's husbands screw us, doesn't it?"

We cuddled together, leaving Tony still muttering to himself as we drifted off to sleep in my big bed, pretty sure that my husband would be sleeping with my sister, and my other, even younger niece.

When I woke up in the morning, Tony had already left and gone back to college. When I went to pee, leaving Jade still asleep in bed, I found that I'd started to come on. Given the way we lived together, I knew that Jade and Chrissy would have started their periods as well, and when Jade woke up, I saw that I was right.

At least I thought this would give everyone a bit of a break keeping Jade satisfied, as her appetite wasn't as strong when she was on. On the other hand, given Tony had fucked me when I was on, I was sure he wouldn't worry about a bit of Jade's blood either. When Tony came home, though, he was bursting to talk to us, and I doubt even Jade could have got his attention.

"I've worked it out! I know how we can set up a site on the Dark Web, keep everything secret, but also charge people for viewing proper incest online. Becky and I can get it up and running within a couple of days, I think. I'll contact the people who bought Jade's material in the past, and who wanted to see her brothers fucking her again, and we can try out some video links we already have."

He went on with a lot more detail about VPN, blockchain for collecting payments, proxy servers and a whole load of other terms that I'd heard before, but hadn't understood. Jade, Chrissy and I rapidly stopped listening, and started discussing what we could set up. I claimed the lead role of scripting what we'd put on the site, though with protests from the other two.

Over the next few days, Becky did a lot of the technical set up while Tony was at college, though she was also spending a lot of time in Charlie's company, sorting out their security after her and Tony's little start-up had been given the contract. My sister and her daughter worked with me on designing the site, and starting to map out what material we could put together. When Tony came home, he spent the evening editing the material he had captured on the spy cameras he'd put around the house.

I'd forgotten all about them, and though they just had a fixed position, some of the material was really hard core. Michael bribing me to let him fuck me, for example, then my two sons fucking me in both holes, then together in my cunt. Then me and my daughters fucking, followed by my two sons fucking their sisters.

Chrissy and I had collected together as many photographs of us growing up with our parents and our brother, and then of our own families growing up, and we'd set Brian and Ingrid to dig out theirs as well. Becky loaded these on to the website, more than anything to show that we genuinely were family members, so having sex truly was incest, not like the many fakes available on ordinary porno sites.

We each also did an interview to camera, during which we stripped and showed off every detail of the private parts of our bodies. We were careful to call our pussies 'cunts', as well, as women seem to duck the word even in most hardcore porno, and we knew that it would get attention.

Tony sent out teasers, and we posted shortened versions of the clips and interviews on the site, so that anyone who found it could see them for free, with what we hoped showed just enough to catch everyone's attention, but not to devalue the unedited content. Tony also sent out invitations for people to subscribe at $20 for a year, and the unedited incest clips were then available for $10 each.

The strange thing was that Chrissy, Jade and I were totally occupied in thinking about how we would sell incest sex to the world, to the extent that we actually had much less sex ourselves than normal, even on our periods. Tony was busy editing, Charlie mostly was away on business, or more likely trying to seduce his secretary who he said had to join him on this trip for some reason, Becky was away, and when Tony came back, he spent all of his time working on the clips and the website. We bloodied our rabbits in each other a couple of times, and that was it. Still the prospect of streaming us fucking our family was exciting all of us.

I was laid in bed near the end of my period, dreaming up alternative incest stories, all involving me getting fucked in front of the camera. I was drifting in and out of sleep as ideas came and went, when I heard Charlie come in.

"Wake up, Susan. I've got a present for you - suck my cock, darling."

I suppose it was where I was half asleep that I didn't really think about what I was doing, but just obeyed my husband straight away. As my face approached his stiff cock, I didn't even need to taste it to know what he had done.

"You've just fucked that new secretary, you bastard. I can smell her cunt ..."

I didn't get to finish the sentence, as Charlie put his hands behind my head and forced his cock into my mouth. It was another of those confusing moments. On the one hand, I could feel growing anger that my husband had cheated on me again, with a girl only just on the right side of legal, and this time not even in my family. On the other hand, though, the delicious taste of another woman's cunt, one I'd not tasted before, sent shivers through me. I felt that familiar tingling between my legs, and I remembered how many days it had been since I'd had a really satisfying climax. I knew Charlie didn't really like fucking me when I was on, and a wicked plan to reconcile both feelings came into my mind. I pushed my husband away from me.

"God, Charlie, if her cunt felt as good as it tastes, she must have been fantastic. Lay on the bed, and let me suck you off, so I can get as much of the taste her as much as I can."

Silly boy, he must have been so pleased with himself at filling his secretary's vagina that he didn't spot my trap. It seemed he'd completely forgotten that the three of us women were all on, which was partly why he had been spending so much time away this week anyway. He got on the bed, and lay there, his cock throbbing, glistening with my saliva.

I knelt next to him, and bent over, taking his cock as far down my throat as I could manage. By this time, my cunt was aching and tingling, my clit needing desperately to be toyed with. I knew that this would mean that my cum would be flowing, and I dreaded to imagine what a mess of blood and cum must be filling my slit. I pulled back so Charlie's cock came out of my mouth, and as I swung my leg over his face, I let him know exactly what was going to happen.

"You fucking cheating bastard, Charlie. Yes, you've told me about it as you promised, but you still deserve punishment. So eat out my bloody cunt."

I heard Charlie gasp and start to protest, and his hands moved to push me away, but he was too late. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. I'd learned to endure the pain, hassle and smells of my periods, and more recently those of the rest of the women in my family, but I still didn't like the smell of menstrual blood, and I could only imagine just how horrible it would be to have to taste it.

I put my head back down to capture my husband's cock, and I moved it up and down, letting him fuck my face, taking him so far down my throat that I could feel his pubes and balls against my lips. I could still taste the spunk that had dried on his shaft, mixed with the sweet, floral scent with its underlaying musk, of the secretions from his secretary's cunt as he fucked her.

It was gorgeous, but so was what was going on at the other end between my legs. I was grinding my pussy against Charlie's face, rubbing it along my slit, and wriggling around so that his chin, nose and lips all in turn stimulated my clit. God, I knew I must have tasted horrible, but I was going to make my husband put up with it until I came and he filled my mouth with whatever spunk he had failed to deposit in his secretary.

To start with, I could feel Charlie resisting, trying to move his mouth and face away from my dirty cunt, but then I felt a change. Shit, he must have decided to go with it. Surely not? But then I could feel his tongue lapping along my vulva, as if it were filled only with my fresh, tasty slime. God, he must still love me, surely, if he'd do that? And at the same time, I realised how much I really still loved the cheating bastard. He might prefer his secretary's vagina, but I was going to give him the blow job of his life.

I moved my head up and down over Charlie's cock. Sometimes I let it almost completely come out of my mouth, and I used my teeth to tease the edge of his helmet, then I forced my head right down until his cock was way down my throat. I could feel him getting more excited, and whenever I felt him too close, I held him down my throat, feeling his cock twitching as it sought the additional friction to trigger his climax.

I was right on the edge myself, but Charlie, whatever his faults, knew how to keep me there, and he didn't seem now to worry about the taste of my blood in his mouth. The longer we kept each other on the very threshold of coming, the more I felt I loved him, and remembered how it had been in the good times, before I found out he was cheating, and the aggro from the children gave him an excuse to stay away.

I don't know which of us it was that got it wrong. I certainly hadn't intended him to come, but as my hips bucked up and down on his face as I came, I felt my husband's sperm jet down my throat, and I had to lift my head to catch it in my mouth. Maybe she'd only let him fuck her once after all?

We gradually calmed down, and I moved my leg so I could turn and look at him. His face was wet, smeared all over with streaks of my menstrual blood. I could smell it as well as see it, and I almost lost my courage to carry through what I had planned.

I bent forward and kissed my husband. The taste of my blood was as bad as I'd imagined, but I concentrated on sensing the other scent of my cum, which I'd learned to love years ago. I pushed my tongue out, and licked over his lips, and he opened them, and let me push into his mouth. I let a glob of his spunk fall into his mouth, and we shared the awful, wonderful taste of his sperm, my cum and my blood. We hugged, and held the kiss, knowing, but enjoying, just how disgusting what we were doing was.

"God, Susan, you are such a dirty slut. I really do love you, even if ..."

I didn't want to think about the 'even if' bit, so I kissed him again, and I knew that my own face would now be covered with my monthly flux as well as his.

"I love you too, Charlie. You know, we probably deserve each other, don't we? A cheating bastard and a dirty slut. Let's have a shower to clean up. I'll bring you up to date on where we've got with the streaming site before we go to sleep."

The next day, we started to get the first feedback from the emails Tony had sent to Jade's followers. We had no real idea how many people might sign up. Jade could get up to 20,000 viewers when she was online, but we had no real idea how many people were prepared to pay more for mothers and fathers fucking their sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, nieces and nephews, and cousins fucking cousins, brothers and sisters.

Things started slowly, but just kept building and building. A lot of it must have been word of mouth, or maybe there was a dark incest social media site we weren't aware of, which sounds only too likely. After a few weeks, we had over one thousand subscribers, and we'd taken almost as much for access to views of the full videos of my children fucking me. We still had more clips Tony could edit from the hidden cameras, and we also had loads of requests for what people wanted to see.

Yes, we were in business! Now to develop the scripts and to film them in much higher quality. My cunt was going global!​