Incest/Taboo Mom's Fertility Clinic

Mom

I had invited Isabella over for dinner. It was a week ago my son had finally fucked me, and we had sex several times a day since. It had been an emotional week, and one I would remember for the rest of my life. I wished we had done this earlier, but better late than never. I wouldn't even call it late for him since he was living his golden days. It boosted my confidence when I saw his boner in front of my eyes, and it was my body that attracted him, and me that made him pop wood. It was an honor, and the way he'd bravely fucked me made me so proud of him.

I took a tissue paper and dabbed it against my eyes. I loved him. It wasn't just the fact he was well equipped, and that he was my son, but also that I had gone years without having a man. It made me feel optimistic. He was the missing piece in my life, and what better way to end that craving than with the boy I raised and gave birth to?

I smiled, looking at the photo of him. It made me cry. He'd saved my business and my sanity, and together as a team, we would thrive even further. I had bought some filet mignon for us, and I prepared a Beef Wellington. Money wasn't much of a problem, especially with the amount we were making now.

Leo had calculated that we would soon be millionaires if this success continued, which was highly likely. We still maintained a hundred percent success rate, and as our reputation grew, there would be a tsunami of desperate women coming to us. My son would have to fuck them all while Isabella and I helped him backstage. But for me, it wasn't all about the money but seeing the joy and happiness we were spreading, and also, the quality time spent with Leo.

As I rolled the beef into the puff pastry, I thought about what to do with Leia. She would soon be home, and she was old enough to understand when someone was aroused. I was skeptical we would be able to hide it. I wasn't sure of her reaction. I couldn't lie or keep any secrets from her. She certainly would find it suspicious that Leo didn't have any girlfriends at the moment and also that he'd sold his business.

I pushed the Beef Wellington into the oven and heard the doorbell ring. I must have been thinking so much that I didn't even hear when my little sister pulled in. I took off the oven mitts and hung them on the knob. I made my way to the door and opened it. Isabella was dressed in a flower dress with spaghetti straps. She'd picked a size too small, so it clung to her curves like a second skin. She had obviously chosen that outfit since she knew my son would soon be here.

I opened my arms and welcomed her with a friendly hug. She clung to me, and I picked up the feminine, floral perfume. "You smell lovely," I said, breaking the hug to look my little sister in the eyes.

"I bought a new perfume," she said eagerly and fished it out of her purse. "Do you want some?"

"Sure, but just one spray," I said.

She moved the cap up to my neck and sprayed. It felt like she'd sprayed the nectar of a hundred different roses mingled with candy on me. "Oh, that's lovely," I said.

"I knew you would like it," she said. "Is Leo home?"

"He's at the gym," I told her and guided her into our house.

"Hitting the gym after knocking up more than hundreds of women?" Isabella said in disbelief. "You have a strong son."

Her comment warmed my heart since I knew it was true. "I know... I love him too."

"Are you making Beef Wellington?" Isabella asked as we passed through the kitchen.

"Uh-huh," I told her with a smile. "We aren't tight on cash any longer."

"I'm so grateful I can return to getting fucked by him," Isabella said. "And make a bank on top of it. My baby daughter noticed I was a bit moodier this week."

"Have you told her that you've found a new job?"

"Yeah," she said. "I told her I would start working with you since you needed help. She isn't that interested in what I'm up to though."

"Busy with her friends?" I guessed.

"Tell me about it," Isabella said with a chuckle. "She's at the beach all day long, getting chased by groms."

"I wonder when my daughter will be like that, if ever."

"She wants a boy sooner than later," Isabella said. "Oh, I forgot to say, my daughter also asked why your son isn't active any longer."

"He sold the channel and his business," I said.

"She doesn't know that though," Isabella said and lowered her voice. "I have a feeling she has a crush on him."

I blinked at her and saw that she was serious. If both my sister and I found him attractive, our daughters certainly did too. "How?"

"Come on, I'm her mom," Isabella said. "She talks about him a lot."

"My daughter does too," I told her, making Isabella grin. "But it's not how you think it is."

"Please," she said with an eye roll. "Let's sit outside. It's nice and sunny."

I agreed, took her hand and went outside. We were greeted by the strong glare of the sun. We decided to skip the patio umbrella. It would soon be August, but it was always warm here in Orange County. "How was it like working with him for an entire week?" Isabella asked, searching my face. "How many clients did you have?"

"He's been impregnating many women," I said, proud that he was spreading our blood and genes.

"Yeah... Did you walk in on him?" she asked and wanted to jump straight to the fun.

"Not the way you think," I said and couldn't help but grin.

It infected her, and she understood immediately what I was talking about. She gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth. "Did you help him... No, you definitely did, didn't you?"

I nodded and felt a light blush creeping up on my cheeks. "I did."

She grabbed my arm and leaned forward, her eyes round as saucers. "How?"

"First, he couldn't masturbate at all. So, I suggested I could perhaps help him. I went down on him first, and we both admitted how unbelievably good it felt."

"That turns me on so much," Isabella said and laid her hand on her crotch. "You haven't sucked a cock in years though."

"No," I said and thought of having him in my mouth again, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. "It was so hard, strong and big. It's like the manhood of my dreams."

"But it is your son's!"

"Yeah... I knew when I wrapped my lips around it that it would end up inside me as well," I said, spilling the beans.

She gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth again. "You went there too?"

I nodded, and her attention made me blush. "The following day we had sex, and we did it for the rest of the week."

"Holy moly," Isabella said. "That's so hot."

"Why?" I asked and arched her eyebrow.

"Because it's your son!"

"But you're his aunt," I pointed out.

"Yeah, and having sex with him was hot too."

I just smiled at her excitement. "But tone it down when he returns. We can't have any of our neighbors eavesdrop."

"But do you know what we can have?" she suggested, leaning forward.

I narrowed my eyes on her, trying to figure out where her horny mind was going.

When I didn't answer, she dropped her voice to a whisper, "A threesome."

Since I already had sex with him, I didn't try to pretend I didn't want this. I reacted differently compared to when she had first suggested having sex with him. "That... I guess it would be nice."

"You want it too, don't you?" Isabella said. She placed her hand on my crotch, and her hand snaked inside. I let her, and she reached my wet slit. "You want it."

I pulled her hand out. "Stop that," I said and tried to sound annoyed. "We have to ask him first."

"This must be a dream job for him. All that breeding and having taboo sex on top of it."

"Yeah," I said. "I'm just glad he's enjoying it though."

"Who wouldn't?" Isabella said.

We heard Leo pull in, and he jumped out of the car. "Leo, we are outside," I called for him. He went to the terrace. Isabella jumped to her feet and opened her arms for him.

"Long time no see," Isabella said and embraced him intimately.

"It was like a week ago," he said and patted her back.

"You aren't tired from all that work?" Isabella said, breaking the hug to look at him. Her eyes swept over his muscles. She drank him in like a horny teenager.

"Nah," he said and waved his hand dismissively. "I can work all night at the fertility clinic." He dumped his bag aside and slumped down. "What are you preparing?"

"Beef Wellington," I told him, smiling at how handsome he looked.

"We haven't had that in a while."

"We are raking in the dough," I told him. It happened so quickly. It wasn't more than three weeks ago he'd joined my fertility clinic, and now we were making more than six figures monthly. The earnings sure would increase as well.

"But we can make more," he said. "If we keep selling out our products, we should keep increasing the prices."

"I know," I said. "I wouldn't be surprised if we'll end up as millionaires at the end of this year."

"I like the sound of that," he said, grinning.

My son was ambitious and talked a lot about money. I knew it was his dream to ride a Lamborghini and live in a luxurious mansion. That dream wasn't far-fetched now. "I'll go check on the dinner," I said and left them for a little while. Isabella immediately started talking to him. She could be all over him at times.

I put on my oven mitts and pulled out the dish. I salted it a little bit more and put it back into the oven. I started on the mashed potatoes, heating the water, dumping the potatoes and letting them simmer. I glanced out the window and saw how he looked at her. I saw lust in his eyes, and it turned me on greatly. I was thankful to have Isabella as my sister. She'd suggested some dirty things, but they were always fun activities.

I joined them again, and my son gave me a look. "So, she knows," he said.

"How would we keep it a secret?" I said, giving him a look. "We work there together after all."

"We definitely won't be able to keep it a secret from Leia," he said.

"Maybe she wants to join," Isabella blurted.

My son didn't look disgusted by it. I hadn't asked him if he had similar feelings for her as he did for me and my sister, but it would be strange if he didn't since they were close. "Issy, tone it down."

"I don't see why we have to do things behind their backs," Isabella said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"We aren't doing anything behind their backs," I pointed out. "We'll just be quiet about it."

"Good luck with that," she said. "So... would you be down for a threesome?"

Leo scratched his neck, and his eyes bounced from me to Isabella. "That certainly would help my seed."

"Now we're talking," Isabella said with a grin. She looked at her arms. "Why aren't we smearing sunscreen onto each other?"

"Dinner is ready in thirty minutes though," I pointed out.

"That's plenty," Isabella said and aimed her eyes at my son. "How about you start with us and then both of us do you."

Leo grinned. "Sure," he said. "I sure need that since my back is sore."

"We have to be fully nude," Isabella said.

Luckily, a hedge covered our property, so no one could see us, but being naughty outdoors usually made me a bit nervy. "Alright," he said, chuckling. He didn't hesitate to take his clothes off. I prepared the mattress, so we didn't have to lie on the hardwood. Once he took off his shirt, my eyes swept over his hard, chiseled upper body. He looked so handsome it was unbelievable. I wanted to trace the veins on his forearm and caress his biceps. I also wanted to feel his round, bowling-ball shoulders. He had the perfect height and a T-shaped body. It turned me on so much when I watched him. I asked myself whether I would be able to massage him properly. He then went for his underwear, sliding them down to his ankles. His cock was thick and semi-hard. I felt an urge to stick it in my mouth and suck till it hardened inside me.

Isabella and I helped each other undress, and I felt my son's eyes on us as we stripped off our clothes. "I think your son is watching," Isabella said, twirling her auburn hair on her finger.

"It's not the first time," he reminded us, making both of us chuckle.

Isabella and I lay down. He took the bottle of sunscreen and shook it, filling his hands. He placed them right on top of my buttocks, kneading them lovingly. I watched his reflection in the window, seeing his strong hands caress my body. I purred as I felt his strength and love. I felt privileged and honored as he gave so much care and attention to my ass. He then moved to my thighs, sensually stroking my hips and legs. He moved over to Isabella and thoroughly kneaded her ass as well. Isabella's lips curved in a smile. "That's lovely, Leo," she said, purring. "Go into the crack too."

"Sure thing," he said and slid his hands between her crack. He was surprisingly professional, keeping his grins to a minimum. Although I noticed that his cock kept hardening. He took Isabella's back and shoulders and moved to me. While he gave me a hard and lovely shoulder massage, I kept feeling his erection bonking against my flesh. I didn't mind. I loved having his joystick close to me.

We turned around. He went between my legs and sensually rubbed the sunscreen over my waist. He smiled wider and wider as he reached my chest. "They need some too," I encouraged him. He made sure to grope and squeeze them. He palmed them and rubbed his thumbs over my stiffening nipples. I let out a moan, especially as he slid his hands down and reached my promised lands. He briefly ran his fingers over my sensitive parts, making me shiver. It was a brief tease, and he winked at me as he moved on to Isabella.

I watched as my son massaged her, seeing the pleasure and anticipation in Isabella's eyes as well. It felt like a luxury to have a strong man like him take care of us. He finished with Isabella, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on him.

"So, our turn," I said and patted the mattress.

"How was it?" he asked.

"You were built to please a woman," Isabella said. "You got a touch to die for."

"What she said," I said.

Chuckling, he lay down, pressing his erection against his waist and the mattress.

I shook the bottle of sunscreen, making my busty tits jiggle with the effort. I took his upper body while Isabella took his nether. He watched me throughout the massage, and I filled my palms with pools of vanilla-scented sunscreen. I handed the bottle over to Isabella. She violently shook it, so the cap fell off, and it spilled all over her chest. "Whoops," she said, her cheeks lightly blushing.

I had a feeling that she did that on purpose. I started on my son's shoulders, sensually kneading them and applying light pressure on his neck. I had to brush his thick, golden hair aside, so I could reach a bit better. He started purring, and he tried to twist his neck to look at me. "Just look at the terrace window," I told him. "You don't have to break your neck looking at us."

He just smiled. I moved a little bit aside as I massaged his arms. I made space, so he could watch my boobs which I knew now that he loved so much. He always gave my rack more attention than usual whenever we would have sex. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's lovely," he said, closing his eyes and relaxing while Isabella and I practically gave him a nude massage. Isabella and I exchanged glances. It seemed like she'd been stuck at his bottom for more than an hour.

"Do you want to turn around?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said. He turned around, revealing his cock which stood at full mast. It pointed straight skyward. Isabella and I eyed it hungrily. But I decided to be responsible. I sat in front of his shoulders and reached them. I leaned forward, seeing him look up at my breasts. It honored me whenever he would check me out like that.

"Am I being too hard?" I asked him, just making sure he was comfortable.

"No," he said, shaking his head.

Isabella started on his feet and rubbed her hands in slow sensual strokes. She found it difficult to concentrate as she kept giving my son's equipment more attention. As she made her way up, I made my way down his waist. We exchanged glances as we gravitated toward his cock. "Maybe it needs sunscreen too," Isabella suggested and waggled her eyebrows.

"Who's supposed to take it then?" I asked her. "It's in the middle."

"Why not share it?" Isabella suggested.

"What about the containers?" Leo asked. Judging by his smile, he was definitely into this.

"We don't have to always think about work," I reminded him. "This will be your day off."

"Alright," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Go on, you can both share it."

Isabella didn't even ask who would start. She just licked her lips and leaned over my son's erection, stuffing it into her mouth and gobbling it up. It was so sexy seeing a woman's lips stretched around a man's girth. I watched as it unfolded in slow motion. She bobbed her head forward, positioning her head in such a way that she would fit more of his cock inside her. Pearly droplets of saliva dribbled down from her lips and pooled around the base. She pushed further, gagging and struggling as she was determined to reach his groin.

She pushed the last inch down her throat. She lingered there, making some sucking and slurping sounds and then quickly had to come up for a breath. She gasped for air and had left my son's cock covered in her spit.

I looked at Leo, and it looked as if he was in heaven. He must have enjoyed every second, and I was content when seeing him pleased. "That's so nice," he said.

Isabella passed his erection to me. "Take him, sis. I lubed him up for you."

I licked my lips and opened my mouth. I swallowed his cock, and because of Isabella's spit, I easily sank down on his girth till my lips were fully stretched. He tickled the back of my throat, and I felt his shaft throb and stir inside me. I flicked my eyes to his, seeing the enjoyment as I heard him moan. I loved seeing him in that state. When he was pleased, so was I. I forced myself to swallow the last couple of inches, sending his manhood to my depths. He was so thick, and it proved to be a challenge, but after gagging a couple of times, I finally succeeded.

He let out a mighty groan as I kept him stuffed in my mouth. His cock throbbed harder, and I sealed my lips tightly around his shaft and pulled my head back with my lips pressed against his shaft. I came off with a kiss on the slit. It was the tastiest part, so salty and manly. I sucked the crown exclusively, swirling my tongue around it and hearing his breathing deepen.

I came off my son's cock and passed it to Isabella. "Oh, Mom, that felt so good," he said, his chest rising and sinking.

"We're doing this for you," I said.

"Can you come closer, so I can touch your breasts?"

"With pleasure," I said. I might have to bend over to get his erection back in my mouth, but he could then stare at my ass instead. I let his hands freely roam around my boobs. I became more aroused every time he squeezed them, my nipples turning to daggers. His gaze melted as he continuously explored my bust.

Isabella made the hottest sucking sounds, sounding as if she swallowed something again and again. It made him fondle my breasts even more, shivering with pleasure.

Isabella came off, and Leo crooked his finger to her, motioning her to come closer too. I leaned forward while he attacked her bust. His cock was drenched in Isabella's spit, and it dribbled down his cock like a thick, shimmering liquid.

I leaned forward and caught the scent of Isabella's breath. I opened and sucked the head first like a lollipop. I could have that in my mouth for the rest of my life. I came off but only to swirl my tongue around his head. He started lifting his pelvis, and I realized he wasn't that far from an orgasm. I bobbed my head forward, sliding his erection over my tongue and squeezed my throat muscles around his throbbing head.

I pulled back only to push it back in, sliding it in and out. I gagged a little and spilled so much saliva it just branched out over his waist, trickling out from every direction. I felt his hot breath as it deepened even further. I quickened the sucking, and he started pushing his cock into my mouth all the while he touched my sister's breasts. I came off him.

"You were like seconds away," he said and raked his fingers through his hair.

"I felt it," I told him with a warm smile. He reached for my pussy, and I immediately spread my legs for him.

"When I cum... I want to cum in both your mouths."

"That will be fun," Isabella said without objecting.

We went back into position, and I leaned over his cock again. I brought it back into my mouth, gliding it in and out. "Ah, Mom, quicker," he begged in a disrupted voice. He cupped my neck and pushed my head closer down on his cock. The way he bucked his hips made him face fuck me. I loved every second of it, having his strong hand around my neck while he kept spoon-feeding me his delicious erection. "Ah," he moaned. "Hmm." I felt the head of his cock that kept bonking against my throat. It became hotter and more glowing. It was like a fire that was about to erupt.

He tightened his grip around my neck and slammed his hard penis into my mouth. He released a guttural groan as his entire body stiffened. He flooded my mouth with a thick, long cable of cum. I swallowed it and felt another incoming rope which I drank too. I came off his cock and passed it onto Isabella, who caught a blast or two. I licked my lips. I loved the taste of his cum more than anything. It was a delicacy he'd given me.

Isabella came off after having milked his orgasm, but he was still seeping. I was hungry for more and brought it back into my mouth, sucking out the cum and letting the drops fall down my gullet. He let out a shivering breath as both of us took turns milking his orgasm.

Isabella was grinning from ear to ear, and when the fun was over, she crawled up to Leo who was still lying there. "Are you ready for a threesome?"

"I am," he said, nodding.

I quickly glanced out the window and realized the dinner was ready. "I almost forgot," I said and jumped to my feet. I put on my clothes and hurried into the kitchen. I quickly put on the oven mitts and pulled out the Beef Wellington. It was golden brown and smelled perfect. I started on the mashed potatoes, and then Isabella came over, to help me to set the table.

"He's almost dead," she said with a laugh.

"We gave him a head to die for," I joked back, making her laugh.

"Touch me," she begged.

I did and felt how wet she was. "You're drenched."

"Imagine how I'll be tomorrow," she said, infecting me with her grin.​