Incest/Taboo Sarah's Little Dividend

"That could refer to a lot of things. Be more specific, my love."

"All of us having sex." The young woman took a deep breath. "I mean, I love it...godDAMN." She growled saying that word. "But I wonder how normal it is? You know, how many families do this?"

"Hmmm...I don't know, honey. Tomorrow I'll go around and ask the neighbors," Linda snickered. "I'll take a survey."

"Mom, I'm fucking serious!"

"Okay, okay, young lady, I'm sorry. I don't take your question, or what we're doing, lightly. Please believe that." Linda inhaled the scent of her naked young daughter. Peacefully cocooned inside the blankets with her girl post-coitus, reason, or even coherent thought, was difficult. "That's a question for the ages."

"Are we perverts for doing this, and loving it so much? Are we sick?"

"To be totally honest, it would depend on who you ask."

"Certainly not the Willoughbys down the street."

"Oh, fuck, no," Mother winced. "Those Jesus freaks would tie us to the stake and burn us post-haste!"

"They're pretty weird, huh, Mom?"

"People like that worry me. They're so repressed and self-righteous."

"What about the Lindens over on Chester Avenue?"

"Oh, they're an interesting bunch, too, but not scary. The step-mother loves showing herself off. Such huge tits."

"I used to watch Mr. Linden with his daughter when we'd go bowling," Sarah giggled. "They're very affectionate."

"Honey, you shouldn't judge. People show love in different ways." Linda couldn't help but guess what her daughter would say next.

"I can see him ripping her skimpy clothes off and splitting her cherry while the step-mother watched."

"Oh, Sarah!" Linda squeezed her daughter's thigh, pondering the mental image for a moment. "Actually, that's fucking hot."

"Isn't it?"

Another parcel of time passed before Linda spoke again.

"You haven't talked about Marla recently. How is she, do you know?"

Marla was Sarah's friend from high school. The two had become lovers before the whole Harris family incest adventure started. During pillow talk, Sarah admitted to her mother the pair had become intimate.

"To tell the truth, with all of this going on with us, Marla kind of fell by the wayside."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Why, honey?"

"Well, I don't know how she would respond if she found out about...this." Sarah motioned to her mother, then back to herself.

"I understand, but how would she? We can keep our clothes on if she comes over." Linda smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Mom, you know how Marla figures things out. I swear she's a fucking mind reader!" Sarah groaned. "And it's this pregnancy. Jesus Christ, she's dying to know who the father is! Maybe she knows it's Dad and doesn't want to say anything. I just can't lie well enough to feel comfortable talking to her about it."

"That's a very good point, my love, but don't you miss her friendship and..." Linda paused for a moment. "...You know."

"The sex?" Sarah chuckled.

"Yes, honey, the sex!" Another thigh squeeze.

"Yeah, well...we've done a pretty good job of keeping me distracted, huh?"

"I can't argue with that." Linda, with great reluctance, pulled the blankets back from their nude bodies.

"Nooo..." Sarah protested. "I don't want to. Please!"

"Sweetheart, I need to make something for your Dad when he gets home. You know that. Like every other evening we've had?"

"Okay, okay, I know. It's just this feels so very nice."

"Doesn't it?" Linda pressed her mouth against Sarah's for a long, loving, deep kiss. The young woman moaned as their tongues brushed together briefly.

"Mom, get out of this bed before I jump you, even with my fat belly."

Linda snorted, briefly caressing her daughter's baby bump before scampering naked to the bathroom.

(Third trimester, month seven)

"Aha, you sluts! Is this what goes on when I'm at work?" Again, Michael's voice sounded from the bedroom door, now a regular occurrence in the evening hours during his work week. He had become quite the voyeur, quietly watching his wife and pregnant daughter and their passionate interludes while carefully removing his clothes.

"There's your pervy old Dad again, always on time," Linda said to her daughter with a wide grin. She set her gaze on Michael. "Watching your girls get it on is such a cheap thrill for you."

"As it should be." Kicking off his underwear, the women marveled at his fully erect cock, bobbing at attention. "We're all in this together," he smiled.

From the beginning of her pregnancy, the comment was something Sarah heard often from both of her parents, being in it together, and it always filled her with a warm, loving sense of security.

"Make room for Daddy," he smirked as he slid into bed.

"Fuck, Dad," Sarah gazed at her father's healthy eight. "It looks angry!"

"A hard day at work can't keep you down, huh?" Linda smiled. It didn't take much to get him going, especially since their daughter got into the mix.

"I thought I was going to be in that goddamn office until midnight." Husband kissed his wife deeply, squeezing a hard-tipped breast, then took his daughter's tongue in his mouth.

"I'm so glad you could get home early..." Linda reached out to grasp Michael's cock. "...and take care of your girls."

Sarah was already running her hands all over Michael's hairy chest, her delicate hands passing over his hard nipples.

"This is the welcome I need right now." As he gazed lovingly at his wife, Father pulled his pregnant girl against him, their naked bodies pressing together.

"Oh, Dad, yes!" The young woman sighed, feeling his firm body against hers, the baby bump pressing against his erection. "We both need some love."

Linda sidled up to the pair, the odor of naked bodies and arousal filling her nostrils. "Sarah and I were talking about her tummy and how it's getting to be so big now."

"Yes, our girl's changing every day." Michael's hands ran all over Sarah's body, much to her delight.

"The doctor says we can't do missionary at this stage."

"I'm glad you said that. It's been making me pretty nervous in the past few weeks." Michael gazed lovingly at the young woman. "Anything the doctor says, right, angel?"

Sarah nodded.

"Yes, but it doesn't mean you have to stop, honey. There are other positions we can try."

"And Mom and I have already tried them," Sarah grinned.

Father smiled, shaking his head. There were still times when the frank sex talk embarrassed him, especially with Sarah's condition. "I'm game for anything."

Linda couldn't help but touch her daughter's smooth skin.

"Honey, get up on your hands and knees. Let's try something."

Sarah didn't waste time getting into position. A nod from his wife and Michael knelt behind his daughter, cock still bobbing like a flagpole in a high wind.

"I like how this is developing," Father nodded as Linda grasped his cock. "Ohhh, yeah, honey."

Next thing Michael knew, his wife rubbed the tip of his penis up and down their daughter's wet slit, coating it with juices.

"Now push," Linda's voice was low and breathy. "But gently."

"As you command." Michael gripped his daughter's waist and began to push, tensing his buttocks repeatedly as he entered her body inch by inch.

"That's it, yes!" Linda couldn't help but move her face within inches of the point of incestuous contact as Michael finally pushed himself inside, all the way, to the hilt. Now his swollen, semen-filled testicles pressed against Sarah's ass.

"Oh, f-FUCK, Dad," the young woman whimpered, feeling her father's fullness twitching and flexing inside her. "Goddamn, that feels so good!"

"You're telling me." Michael pulled almost all of the way out, savoring every centimeter, his cock glistening with his daughter's juices, before pushing it back in.

Linda fell to her side, a familiar position, to watch father and daughter yet again. She had lost count of how many times her husband had fucked the young woman, and how much semen he had injected into her young body. The sight of Sarah with cum dripping out of her body was almost a daily sight. Daddy needed sex to relax when he got home from a difficult day, and the two women were always wet and ready to accommodate.

Michael pumped against his daughter, their bodies colliding, slapping noises filling the air as Sarah grunted with lust.

"Hold on, honey," Michael rasped, never forgetting her condition. "Let me know if you want me to stop."

"Oh, Dad, why would I?"

Linda reached over to tease her daughter's dangling breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples.

"Oh, Mom, yes...YES!!!" Sarah wailed with pleasure, milk spritzing in multiple streams from her well-worked nipples. Although not the first time this had happened, it excited Mother to no end.

Oh, fucking YES, Sarah!

Immediately, Linda slid up underneath her daughter, whose swelling breasts swayed back and forth from her father's incestuous onslaught. Grabbing one of the leaking tits, she guided it into her mouth and started feeding. Sarah's reaction was immediate.

"Oh, Mom...goddamn it!" The girl panted. "Yes, YES...SUCK MY TITS! YESSS!!!"

Linda moaned, her hungry mouth full of Sarah's succulent flesh. The realization her teenage daughter was nursing her didn't get past Mother, making her pussy throb with need.

Goddamn! My own daughter is nursing me! Oh, sweet perversity!

Michael's thrusts increased in speed and intensity, his fingers digging roughly into his daughter's soft flesh. Linda knew he was about to come. She released Sarah's tit.

"That's it, Michael, fuck your innocent, young daughter. Fuck her! FUCK HER HARD!!!" The next moment, Linda took Sarah's other nipple in her mouth, eliciting more moans and whimpers from the young woman.

"Fuck," Michael grunted. "Sarah's pussy clenches on my cock every time you touch her tits. Goddamn, yes!"

Linda only moaned as fresh milk filled her mouth, some of it leaking out, and running down her cheek.

"Dad," Sarah gasped between breaths, "please, let's come. Let's come together!"

"Yes, my love," Father growled. "Yes...YES!!!"

"Oh, fuuuuck!!!" Sarah yelped, her ass gyrating against Michael's thrusting cock. "Yes, Dad...YESSS!!!"

Linda released her daughter's tit as their bodies shuddered and bucked against each other. Looking intently from underneath, she could see her husband's cock jerking repeatedly as thick spurts of raw semen surged up the shaft, deep into their daughter's welcoming orifice.

"Oh, my god, you two fuckers!" Linda sobbed, quivering with lust as their bodies rode down the orgasm. Soon, father and daughter writhed together languidly, blissful in their post-orgasmic state.

Of course, Michael's cum started dribbling out of his daughter's pussy and Linda moved in to lick it up, eliciting more moans of approval. Linda, her face glistening with cum and juices, locked mouths with Sarah as they shared the heady mix of sex.

Again, the three of them rested, Sarah and Michael catching their breath as Linda watched the two. The peaceful tableau filled her with loving warmth.

My lord, can a family be any closer than this?

"Honey," Linda reached out, touching Sarah's face, then the smooth, flushed skin between her breasts.

"I know, Mom, I know. My tits are still leaking."

"Uh-huh."

"Wow." Michael gazed at his daughter, eyes filled with wonder as milk beaded on Sarah's nipples, trickling down her sides. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"Well, darling," Linda now touched her husband's face before resting her hand on his chest. "Fill your nubile, young daughter with cum day after day, and both of us devouring her tits, this is what you get."

"No shit," Michael smirked at his wife. She gave him a playful slap on the face.

"Bad man," she smiled, but she loved it. "Bad, horny man."

(Third trimester, month eight)

Linda and Michael loved feeding on their daughter's lactating breasts, but the time came when Mother knew they needed to start saving it. During one of their outings, the women looked over several models of breast pumps. Nothing was too good for her daughter, so Linda bought the latest and the greatest.

"I used a breast pump to save up enough right before you were born."

Sarah, stripped to the waist, watched as her mother opened the box and pulled out the device, ensconced in a plastic bag in turn fitted into a Styrofoam surround.

"This should be pretty easy," Linda smiled. "Let's see how it works on you."

Sarah nodded, helping her mother as she placed each breast into their respective cups. With the push of a button, a low hum emitted from the motor. Immediately, the young woman's nipples distended into the cups.

"It feels good, but it's not doing much as far as suction," Sarah's brow furrowed.

"This is just the first step, honey." Linda couldn't help but kiss her daughter on the mouth for reassurance. "It's called 'letdown mode' to start you flowing."

"Ahhh, okay." Sarah sat at the foot of the bed as Linda pulled up a chair.

"The next step is to raise it to a level that works, but isn't uncomfortable for you."

"Okay, Mom. You're the expert."

Within a few minutes, Linda pushed the button again, causing the motor to rise in pitch, the increased draw tugging at her daughter's thick buds even more.

"Oh..." Sarah squirmed. "Huh!" She giggled. "It's like the first time Marla and I started fooling around. God, that girl could suck-start the Space Shuttle." Milk began streaming out of the young woman's distended nipples, coating the insides of the plastic tubes, which ended in a pair of small, opaque bottles.

"Success!" Mother smiled, watching fluid pool inside the bottles. "See how easy it is?

Sarah nodded, turning her face up for another deep, lingering kiss from her mother.

Linda rubbed her tongue against Sarah's before pulling back, their lips smacking. Mother couldn't help but giggle along with her daughter, watching the bottles filling up, also unable to shake the image of the young woman and her gay lover. She had to admit to herself the thought of the two teenaged girls together got her all hot and bothered.

"What's the latest with you two? And yes, your mother has to pry."

"I don't care if you ask, Mom," Sarah shrugged. "You know I feel comfortable talking to you about it." Daughter looked down at the plastic suction cups and her pointed nipples. The bottles were getting full. "We've been talking more and more on the phone. She just found boys, and this pregnancy thing is still doing a number on her brain."

"Honey, I'm so glad to hear that. You two were such good friends until this pregnancy happened, and..." Linda's cheeks flushed red. "Everything else."

"We still are, but all good friendships go through phases. Who knows? Maybe we'll be muff-diving again in a month or two."

"Oh, Sarah, honey!" Linda gulped, fully aroused. "Naughty girl!"

"Uh, right, Mom." Sarah flashed her mother a look.

"This okay?" Linda was referring to the suction on her daughter's nipples. "It never bothered me, but I know that it can if your nipples are really sensitive."

"Uh, Mom." Sarah bit her lower lip. "I-it's making me horny."

"Oh, my." Linda didn't want to admit it, but when she used the breast pump years ago, it would make her horny as hell. As the device whirred away, she would slip two fingers inside her wet pussy and frig herself through a series of sweet orgasms until the process was over. "Like mother, like daughter."

"Can you kick it up a notch?" Daughter asked.

Her hands trembling from lust, Linda nodded, pushing the button again. Sarah's milk literally squirted out of her nipples in multiple streams.

"Oh, fuck, yesss..." Daughter's eyes closed as erotic bliss overtook her. "So much milk in my tits!"

"Oh, goddamn, honey." Watching her aroused daughter get milked had her crazy with lust. "That's so fucking sexy."

Opening her eyes, the young woman smiled. The next moment, Linda slipped two fingers inside her daughter.

"Oh, Mom, yes, I..." Daughter's words were cut off by her mother's hungry mouth.

"Mmmm...mmmm..." Sarah whimpered against her mother's mouth as Linda curled her fingers inside the young woman's wetness, massaging the spongy area right behind her clit, exactly the same thing she did to herself those eighteen years ago.

A few minutes passed, wet, slapping noises filling their ears until Sarah pulled away.

"Sh-shit, Mom, this feels so good, I'm just about to..."

Sarah winced, baring her teeth as the orgasm hit, careful not to dislodge the breast pump as wave after wave of pleasure seized her body.

"Goddamn, honey, YES!" Linda hissed, eyes dancing as her daughter came again and again. "You're bringing back old memories."

"Uh-huh." Sarah finally rested her head on her mother's shoulder, her eyes closed. "Uh-huh."

They stored the milk in the freezer. Every day, it was the same ritual. Linda would milk her daughter, but now both of them were naked, and more times than not, one or both of them would orgasm.

"Oh, yes, honey." Linda whimpered this time as Sarah, positioned very carefully so as not to dislodge the cups, tribbed against her mother lovingly. After the orgasms, they just had to sample a little of their harvest.

Again, Linda smacked her lips, swirling the fluid in her mouth. "I thought I was crazy, but..." she took another sip from the small glass of mother's milk. "Your milk tastes different when you orgasm."

"Oh, Mom, come on." Sarah rested her cheek on her mother's thigh, Linda's wet pussy only inches away. "How does my coming make any difference?"

"Hey, young lady, I'm just saying." Linda passed the remainder to her daughter, who took a sip.

"Okay." Another sip, lips smacking, like she was tasting a fine wine. "I see what you're saying. There's something different."

"Oh, so I'm right, eh?" Linda smirked, still licking her lips.

"Yeah, Mom." Sarah shot her a glance. "Mark the calendar."

Resting up from their activities, Daughter curled up against Mother in a loving tableau.

"Your Dad needs to be in on this."

"Oh, very much, yes."

Michael was out of town on a business trip that week, something that occurred more often than not, much to his wife and daughter's chagrin.

"He's supposed to be back Saturday afternoon."

Michael was on schedule that day, albeit sleepy and jet-lagged as he exited the airport. His weary visage brightened as he spotted the wood-grained LTD station wagon parked on the curb. Both women exited the vehicle, rushing up to meet him. It wasn't the first time, but it had the effect of a tonic on the weary father and husband. Big hugs and excitement as his luggage was swiftly placed in the back of the vehicle.

"I'm so glad to be home." He groaned as Linda piloted the station wagon onto the main road. "This was about the roughest week I've had in a long time."

"You looked bushed, honey." Linda squeezed his knee, leaning over for another quick peck on the mouth before returning her eyes to the road. "Home soon."

"Yes." He leaned back on the headrest, closing his eyes. Nestled in the back, Sarah rested her chin on the front seat, gazing with love and adoration at her father.

Michael, as much as he wanted a physical reunion with his girls, took a quick, warm shower, going comatose until Sunday morning. When he awoke, morning wood raging, he was in for a sweet surprise.

His eyes blinking open, he spotted two hazy figures in the distance. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, squinting to see activity on the far side of the room. An electric motor hummed as gentle moans filled the air.

"What's going on over there?" He said in a sleepy voice. Putting on his glasses, he found the answer.

His pregnant daughter was sitting in the small, padded chair, the one Linda used for dressing. She was nude, the breast pump attached to her tits, dutifully milking them.

Michael's eyebrows raised as he saw the rest of the picture. Sarah's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Linda, also nude, knelt at the foot of the chair, her face buried between her daughter's thighs, legs draped over her shoulders as she burrowed into her pussy.

"Jesus Christ, Mom, YES!" Sarah was in heaven, both her nipples being stimulated as her mother performed cunnilingus.

Michael, his morning wood still raging, slowly sat up in bed, riveted at the vision before him. He didn't say a word as Sarah climaxed again and again, careful not to dislodge the suction cups as her fingers dug into the padded armrests.

The next moment, Linda sat back on her heels, licking her lips, her face wet and glistening with her daughter's juices. She looked up at Sarah's face, then, with a broad smile, she turned to gaze at her husband.

"God. DAMN!" Michael said. "What a way to start the day."

Sarah's face turned toward her father, eyes opening. She, too, let out a big grin.

"We've been experimenting, honey," Linda said. "We think Sarah's milk tastes different if she comes during the process."

"You don't say." By now, Father's cock was hurting. He was tempted to fling back the bedclothes and start masturbating on the spot.

"But we want your opinion," Linda said.

"Uh-huh," Daughter cooed.

"Give me a second." Mother disconnected the breast pump from her daughter's chest, disappearing into the kitchen for a few minutes. Sarah rose to her feet, huge belly jiggling. She grabbed a tissue and wiped milk away from her tits.

"Get up here, love," Michael beckoned to his daughter. Obediently, Sarah climbed onto the bed.

"I missed you so much," he said, pulling her beside him with kisses on the top of her head, her forehead, and then her mouth.

"Missed you, too," she whispered against his lips. "Mom and I both. Every time you go away."

Michael couldn't help but put his hand on her intruding belly. "God, any day now, huh?" Sarah nodded.

"Really, it's a little past due, but the doc says not to worry." She couldn't help but gaze at his throbbing erection. "Dad, are you okay?"

"Ah, just the usual morning wood, honey." Pre-cum already glistened at the tip. "And seeing you two go at it always makes it harder."

Sarah, with a giggle, wrapped her hand around her father's tool.

"Honey, I..." Michael's words dissolved into a groan as his daughter's mouth latched onto his aching pole.

Linda returned, a small bottle of mother's milk in each hand, to the delicious spectacle of her husband being expertly fellated. Sarah had blown Michael so many times over the past nine months, that she knew exactly what to do. His morning wood usually lacked sensitivity, but it didn't take long before Father groaned out a thick, heavy load.

"Fuck," Linda whispered as she sat the bottles on the bedstand, eyes wide with wonder as she watched Sarah swallow her father's copious ejaculate, her throat flexing as she took it all.

Not a drop spilled. My girl knows what she's doing.

"An appetizer, young lady?"

Sarah released Michael's semi-flaccid penis, nodding to her mother.

"Oh, shit, honey," Michael sank back into the pillows. "Put a patent on THAT!"

They all laughed as Sarah resumed her position next to her now-very-relaxed father. Linda retrieved the bottles.

"Okay, taste test." She held out one bottle to her husband. "And I'm not telling you which is which."

"We drew both of these this morning," Sarah added.

Dad sipped. As with the women, the same lip-smacking as he examined the nuances of his daughter's milk.

"Hmmm," Michael furrowed his brow. "Let me try the other one."

After all was said and done, the consensus was Sarah's milk had a sweeter, deeper flavor if an orgasm (or two or three or...) was added to the milking process.

"God, it sounds so fucked up," Michael said. "But here we are."

"Aren't we?" Linda nodded. Sarah was occupied with something else.

"Dad," she reached over to again to grip Michael's cock. "It's hard again."

"Well, are you surprised, love?" Linda smiled.

They all had the same thought simultaneously.

"Sarah, get your ass up in the air," Linda commanded. She slipped off the bed to grab the breast pump. The young woman nodded. Michael didn't need prompting, positioning himself on his knees behind his daughter.

"Something I've been masturbating to for a long time," Mother hissed as she pressed the cups against Sarah's swollen nipples. She switched the device on high.

"Oh, fuck, Mom!...Dad!..." Sarah grabbed the headboard with both hands, her dangling belly almost touching the bed, as Linda slid up beside them to ensure the suction cups wouldn't come loose. She nodded to her husband.

Michael nodded as he grasped his pole, sliding the tip up and down his daughter's sopping-wet orifice.

"Time for my girl to fuck." He groaned, the tip disappearing into her body.

"Oh, god, yes, Dad...YES!!!" Sarah grunted as his cock sank deeper and deeper with each push. Soon, he was all the way in, his buttocks tensing with each thrust, his swollen balls bouncing off his daughter's ass while he fucked her without restraint.

Slapping noises filled the air as Linda held onto the breast pump, eyes wild with lust as she watched her husband's glistening pole pistoning in and out of her daughter's pregnant body.

"That's it, you two..." Her voice was hoarse with lust. "Fuck...FUCK!!!"

"Oh, god, Dad, yeah...yeah..that's it...that's...ohhh...AHHHH!!!"

Sarah's body convulsed in orgasm, forcing Michael to come with his daughter, and loudly.

"Fuck, yeah, honey." He snarled as he kept on fucking his sweet daughter. "Fucking good girl...my good, little girl."

"Daddy's girl," she panted, white-knuckled as her fingers clung to the headboard. "Always and forever Daddy's girl!"

Suddenly, fluid spilled out of Sarah's orifice and, due to Michael's body colliding against hers, some of it splattered onto her mother's face. It wasn't cum.

"Whoa, you two." Linda removed the breast pump, switching it off.

"Oh, fuck," Michael stopped thrusting. "What's going on?"

Linda immediately licked the fluid from her lips, reaching over to wet her fingers for another taste. In seconds, she sniffed and tasted more of the fluid that had puddled on the blanket, a smile crossing her face.

"Guess what, you two?"​