Incest/Taboo Strawter Family does Incest Porn

"God yes!" Martin moaned. Only to have the thirty minute bell for dinner sound. Carrie turned her head glaring evilly at that unseen bell.

"Well, it seems fucking me is out of the question," Carrie sighed in annoyance, "At least for now," she said, leading Martin by his cock to a hidden path that led to a secluded area where she would have privacy. "Mmm, now you just sit right there," Carrie said, pushing Martin down onto the lone concrete bench. 'God, I just fucking want to sit on it.' She thought to herself, yet she knew if she wasn't back at the main building ten minutes before dinner started her husband would come and find her. While they enjoyed swapping with other families at the camp it was always together never alone. She knew George would flip if he saw her knelling down sucking off Martin. "So can my daughter swallow all of this?" Carrie asked slowly stroking his cock.

"I don't know, I've only had sex with her once. My mom can, I don't know about my sister," Martin said, trying not to cum as her hand felt heavenly on his oversensitive tool.

"Oh, can she now?" Carrie asked a little jealous of Christen. She wished her son had some of his length. Yet she wasn't complaining William was a very good lover to her, now more so, seeing how George liked to chase the younger women of the camp. Which irked her to no end, wasn't she attractive enough? Hasn't she been a good wife to him? Then again she was admiring a nineteen-year-old's cock. Tentatively, Carrie leaned forward her tongue flickered out tasting his pre-cum. As that salty bead exploded across her taste buds her mouth hungrily swallowed Martin's cock.

"Ah fuck!" Martin said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, you like having me suck this fat cock?" Carrie asked devilishly as she licked up the length of his cock.

"God, yes!" Martin said gripping the lip of the bench tightly.

"Then you'll fill my mouth with a hot load?" Carrie asked before sucking hard on his mushroom top.

"That won't be a problem if you keep doing that," Martin groaned feeling his thigh muscles trembling.

That was all the incentive Carrie needed before swallowing eight inches of his length. Her head bobbed rapidly, her hand spreading her saliva into his skin. Carrie just couldn't believe how thick he was. She hoped when the time came her cunt would be able to except his stout rod.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Martin warned.

"Mmm," Carrie moaned as her mouth was flooded, "God, why does young men's cum taste so good?" she asked her eyes fluttering as she rolled his cum around her mouth. "Now I have to get back," Carrie said allowing his cock to slid in between her breasts as she rose, "I hope to see you at dinner," she said sashaying out of the clearing.

"What took you so long? You know what time it is!" Michelle huffed knowing they wouldn't be able to have sex before dinner.

"Well, answer your sister Martin!" Christen said heatedly as Martin walked into their cabin.

"Umm..."

"Did you fuck that woman?!" Michelle asked marching up to him.

"Please son tell me you didn't?" Christen asked looking hurt. She hoped it wasn't like Lula all over again. She had hoped she had put that woman out of his mind.

"I didn't," Martin said truthfully.

"We'll see..." Michelle was interrupted by the dinner bell. "We'll finish this later, right now I'm hungry, " she said thrusting her face into her brother's stealing a kiss.

"What am I going to do with you," Christen said shaking her head, "Well, come on, I want to get the best table."

Martin and his family filed into the common area of the main building. Paper seat covers lay on top of the vinyl covers of the chairs that surrounded every table that filled that large space. All commotion stopped as they stood in the doorway. Martin heard the hushed whispers and the pointed looks, and their hands depicting his size as the veterans of Camp Bare Rump spoke among themselves.

"Ah, you made it!" Carrie said happily as she watched over the cooks laying out the food along the serving tables, "Why don't the three of you sit with us tonight. George and I would like to get to know more about you over dinner."

"Mom! We're back!" Rachel called out as she stalked through the kitchen. She had driven like a bat out of hell just to make sure she wouldn't miss dinner with Martin. She was like a slave driver when William was loading the back of the truck. Rachel feared if she left Martin alone for to long his fragile mind might go a running and flee the camp grounds. She had heard the gossip that was quickly spreading around the camp. She knew who it was that started the rumors - Mrs. Anderson. 'That harlot!' Rachel seethed in her mind. Then her eyes fell upon Martin, how he seemed so innocent to her as looked around the room. She knew she had to save him even if he didn't know it yet.

"Everyone! Can I please have your attention?!" George called out stilling the crowds murmuring collective voice. "Thank you. I'm sure you have heard of our new guest," he said eyeing Christen and Michelle lustfully. "So let's all give a warm welcome to the Strawter family." Martin's cheeks heated at their hoots and claps as those gathered rose from their seats.

"Is it true that you're huge?!" asked a slender pale red head from the middle of the room. Martin sank deeper into his embarrassment as all eyes were on him.

"Go on dude," William whispered nudging Martin's arm. It was his hope that if he befriended Martin he could help him to experience his sister. "The ladies like confidence."

"They do?" Martin asked noticing his mother's and sister's nods. "Umm, hi, I'm Martin, what exactly have you heard?" he asked looking over at the red head as Rachel pulled him to the center of the room.

"Hi Martin," came a unison greeting.

"That you practically have a third leg dangling there," she said. Her eyes staring directly at his groin willing his cock to harden so she could see it.

"Yeah, it kind of feels like that sometimes," Martin said rubbing the back of his neck.

"How big is it?" came a question from within the crowd. 'This was getting weird', Martin thought to himself. He never spoke of his body part with anyone, now it appears his willy was the matter of much heated debate.

"I don't know, I've never measured myself."

"He's a little under a foot long," Christen chimed in smirking full of pride that she could experience it every day and night. Martin watched a most of the men quickly hide their junk so not to bring shame to the unicorn in the room.

"No way! That's just..." the same red head said her jaw hanging agape. She couldn't believe it that someone so shrimpy looking could be endowed with something so grand.

"That's Janis," Rachel whispered into his ear, "It's best that you stay away from her too," she said glancing out of the corner of her at the twenty-year-old. "Now Janis I know it seems improbable yet it's the truth. I should know," Rachel said smirking evilly at her rival.

"You didn't..."

"I did," Rachel said, loving the fact she had one up her frenemy.

"Yes, yes, now we got the most burning question out of the way," George chuckled, "Let's eat!"

"So where is your family from?" Carrie asked as they all sat down to eat keeping her son away from Martin's sister. She didn't want a repeat of what transpired in the office to happen again.

"Oh, we used to live in South Carolina, but when Martin here moved to Boston to go to Med school. Michelle and I just couldn't allow my son to be alone," Christen said patting her son's hand.

"Med school! My, you most be extremely smart," Carrie said taking a bite of her Salisbury steak.

"Well, I did fall into the top five of the MCAT scores," Martin said pride swelling his chest.

"You did! That's incredible, you must be very proud of your son?" Carrie asked looking at Christen.

"I am," Christen said, smiling lovingly at Martin as her hand rubbed his thigh, "Every day I'm proud that I'm his mother," she said leaning in placing a kiss on Martin's cheek.

"So where do the three of you live in Boston?" George asked joining the conversation.

"Tinpeeny Towers," Martin said matter-of-fact. William, Carrie and George looked in shock at the nineteen-year-old that sat across from them. They knew of the place everyone that lived in Boston knew of the upscale building that catered to the rich families that lived within the city. They just never thought they would ever meet someone that lived there. Carrie eyed Martin wondering just what other surprises awaited them.

"You should see his place it's magnificent!" Rachel said in awe. "His penthouse is bigger then our own house and then some. He even has an indoor pool too!"

"Well, given that car of there's," George said. When they had pulled up he want to take it for a spin. He knew all about that car given his years of visiting car shows. "I figured you must have money," George said looking at Christen.

"Oh no, that isn't my car," Christen said shaking her head, "That belongs to my son here the same with his penthouse."

"Dude! You have your own penthouse!" William asked kicking himself for being an ass to him. "Tell me have you had any parties there yet?!"

"No, I just moved in there three days ago," Martin said taking a sip of his water, "Your sister kind of dragged me out of there before any of that could happen."

"I'm not apologising for it," Rachel said wiggling her nose. Her cheeks heated when Martin winked at her.

"Dude, you and I have to hang man. I bet you got a killer TV to watch the games on," William said, before stuffing his mouth with his yeast roll.

"Like I said I really haven't outfitted the place yet," Martin said stabbing his steak, "Plus with Med school I may not have time for such things."

"Bah, we'll make time," William said smiling friendly. Noticing how Michelle was looking at him oddly.

"Yes," George said nodding in agreement, "Now how about you give an old man a joy ride in that car of yours. I promise I'll hound you until you do."

"Well, I do need some smokes," Martin said offhandedly. He didn't smoke often only when he was stressed which was pretty much most of this year given his worry over his college life.

"Excellent! Then it's agreed then I'll drive you into town tomorrow," George said smiling broadly.

"Sorry Martin, my husband get a tad excited when he sees an expensive car like yours," Carrie said smiling at Martin.

"It's okay."

"Just what kind of car do you have?" William asked he had only seen his father like that when he spotted a '67 Shelby Mustang GT 500 speeding down the highway.

"A Rolls-Royce Ghost," Martin said matter-of-fact.

"And it has suicide doors too," George said dreamily, "I love those things."

"Just how rich are you?" William asked yet all Martin did was smirk at him.

"Martin, karaoke is at eight o'clock. Do you think you'll be ready?" Rachel asked longing to hear him sing as they walked back to his cabin.

"Sure," Martin said wondering what he's going to do for an hour.

"Good, that gives us time punish you," Christen said wantonly.

"Well then, I'll see you say around ten minutes prior before it starts. I want to get the best seats," Rachel said. Michelle whispered the two songs into her ear that she wanted her brother to sing. She had to admit she was now more then ever eager to hear his voice. Rachel just couldn't wait. Watching as their door closed before dashing into her own cabin where William was already there relaxing on the bed.

"William turn the TV to the auxiliary channel quickly!" Rachel said hoping she hadn't missed anything.

"Why?" William asked reaching for the remote.

"Just do it!" Rachel growled.

"Damn sis keep your panties on," William said. He hated when she was like this. "Oh, I see," he said as Martin and his family came into view of the hidden cameras.

"Take off your clothes William," Rachel said stripping, "I want you to fuck me while I watch."

"You've been a naughty boy since we got here," Christen said sensuously, pushing Martin onto the bed.

"I think it's high time we make you pay for been so lewd," Michelle purred watching as Martin crawled towards the headboard, "Where do you think you're going?" she asked crawling up the length of his body.

"Damn she has a nice ass on her," William said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Glad they had upgraded the cameras before they got there, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make out Michelle's pink slit.

"Oh, does my big bro want to fuck her?" Rachel asked as she kissed along his neck as her breasts pressed into his back.

"About as much as you want to ride that guy's cock," William said as Rachel reached around grasping his tool.

"Now I think you should have a taste of this," Michelle said spreading her moist labia as she peered down at his growing appendage.

"It's this part of you that's been naughty hasn't it baby?" Christen asked her fingertips skimming along the length of his cock.

"Mmmhmm," Martin said from around his sister's snatch.

"And you fucked that thing?" William asked pointing at Martin's semi erect cock.

"Shh," Rachel purred placing her finger over his lips, "What I've done and want to do doesn't matter right now. You're with me that's all that mattters brother," she said passionately kissing William.

"I think this cock needs to learn not to be so alluring," Christen said before swallowing his growing member.

"Yes Martin! Fuck! That's it, right t-t-there," Michelle moaned loudly as his tongue probed her canal.

"Damn she can suck a cock," William said in awe of Martin's mother.

"Well then, I just have to be better," Rachel said winking as she sank down his chest.

"Fuck sis! Yes, eat that cock!" William moaned as Rachel's head slowly rose and fell as she prepared herself. Rachel squealed in delight as William spanked her ass.

"Baby, I know we don't have time for our normal foreplay, I hope you don't mind?" Christen asked as she positioned his crown at her wet entrance. "Michelle, don't forget your ring, I don't want you hurting yourself again," she said in between moans as she lowered herself down his length.

"I know Mom," Michelle said her body trembling, "Wasn't that William guy hot Mom? I wonder if I could have a taste." Michelle yelped as Martin's hand struck her ass. "Hey, don't blame me brother you started this."

"Oh, yes, he certainly was a yummy hunk of man," Christen agreed.

William's ear perked at the sound of his name. Hope swelled his heart that he could experience what Martin had sitting on his face at the moment. It seemed Rachel had heard it to stopping her blow job to look at the screen.

"Wait, did they just mention you?" Rachel asked twirling her tongue around his head.

"Mmmhmm," William said with a huge grin.

"Do you think we can get them into the sharing mood?" Rachel asked hoping that she and her brother could bring their to families together.

"I don't know sis," William said watching as Christen bounced on her son's cock, "But I'm going to try that's for sure."

"Good. Now get up here and fuck me so both of us can watch," Rachel said coyly as she crawled to the center of the bed. "Yes William!" Rachel moaned mimicking Christen's as William slid his cock into her tight wet hole from behind.

"Oh Martin! Baby you feel so good inside of me," Christen moaned loudly as her body was verge of coating his cock in her hot cream, "Yes make your mother cum!" she screamed out as Martin propelled his cock deep into her cunt.

"My turn," Michelle giggled leaving her brother's face drenched in her juices. Reaching into the night stand drawer taking out the vibrating cock ring they had procured yesterday. Licking her lips hungrily, as she stared down at her brother's cock as her mother clean off her juices. As the tip of Martin's cock left her lips an odd thought occurred to her. Of how she loved the taste of her mother's juices rather it be from the source or from the skin of her brother's member. "Martin, you can cum in me, actually I want you to cum in me. You can do it right?" Michelle asked pouting as she slide the cock ring down to the length she could handle.

"Sure, but we better hurry," Martin said, looking to the clock seeing that only twenty minutes remained.

"That's it! You better ride your brother's cock," William grunted as he thrust hard into his sister.

"Yes, fuck me like you want to fuck her," Rachel moaned her fist curling around the comforter imaging that it was Martin filling her cunt.

"Oh, your pussy is tightening Rachel. You like watching that cock getting fucked, don't you?" William asked heaving as he spanked his sister.

"Yes," Rachel said burying her face into the mattress.

"What was that I couldn't hear you?" William said spanking her other ass cheek leaving a red hand print in its wake.

"Yes William, I like watching that cock getting fucked!" Rachel shuddered as she thrust backwards on his cock.

"You want Martin to fuck you again with that cock of his?" William asked grinning down at his little sister. Reaching forward playing with her tit, yet he knew Martin was right time was running out.

"God yes! I want it brother! I want it so much baby! Will you help me William? Will you help another man to fuck your sister?" Rachel asked feeling her womb quivering ready to exploded.

"Of course, anything for my sweet baby sister," William said placing his hands on his sister's hips. He knew she was about to cum he just hoped he could time it with Michelle's orgams as he spilled his spunk into his sister's womb. Only to hear the front door open as he neared the breaking point.

"Oh my!" Carrie cooed as she noticed the TV. "Well..." she said licking her lips as she watched Michelle riding her brother, then her eyes falling on Christen as she ground her mound on her son's tongue. "It seems he won't have a problem servicing two women at once now will he?" Carrie asked smiling knowingly at her daughter.

"Fuck Michelle so tight," Martin hissed from around his mother's snatch as his sister rode him nonstop.

"That's it Martin, release that hot cum into your dirty sister," Michelle said as her hips rocked rapidly along that pole of his, "Yes, brother fill your sister's womb!" she cried out as she felt rope after rope of his cum feeling her uterus.

"Now I think a quick shower is in order," Christen said climbing off her son's face. She didn't want to show up smelling like sex. Christen peered over her shower making sure he was watching how her ass shook as she and her daughter entered the bathroom.

"Hey man, I hear you're going to sing tonight?" William asked as he: his mother, father and sister joined Martin's family out in front of their cabin.

"So it seems," Martin said glancing at his sister who just hummed happily beside him.

"Well, I hope you put on one hell of a show. You got to see my sister dance it's amazing," William said, wondering how Michelle's lithe body would fell pressed up against him.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me," Rachel said feigning shyness.

"I know, I'll be," Michelle said, snuggling closer to her brother taking hold of his hand.

"Mmmhmm," Christen agreed bumping her hip into his.

Old fashion Christmas lights were strong along the ropes that were supporting the hanging lanterns, before those colorful lights converged along the sides of the stage. Joyous laughter filled the air of that green meadow as families lounged on their blankets. Everyone greeted his mother and sister warmly, he on the other hand got cold stares from the men of the camp. If Martin didn't know better they had heard far to much about him in the few hours he had been there. If the looks their wives and daughters levied against his cock were any indication. Martin watched as Rachel's ass shook as she ran to the stage. He had hoped that having sex would stop himself from getting hard - he was wrong.

"Fuck!" Martin cursed softly.

"Don't worry about Martin it happens," George said peering back, "It's only natural."

"Yes that is," came a wanton purr from a mother and daughter as they moved pass them.

"Well, at least you'll give them a show even if you bomb," William chuckled.

"I promise you he won't," Michelle said narrowing her eyes at him.

"Laides and gentlemen, I would like to introduce a new singer for tonights entertainment," Rachel said into the microphone, "I've had the pleasure of being his families guide here at camp today, and I hope we'll see more of this wonderful family over the years. Now let me introduce Martin Strawter," she said. Her hand directing they're view towards him. "Well, it seems our singer is a little happy," Rachel said noticing his growing member. A soft chuckle rolled through the crowd. "Don't worry about it, come on up Martin. Let these people hear that wonderful voice of yours."

"Go on baby. You'll do fine," Christen said placing a kiss on his cheek and patting his ass.

"Sing your heart out Martin," Rachel whispered into his ear as she stepped off the stage. Martin watched as his mother and sister hurried to occupy the space in front of him so that his eyes were always on them.

"Well, the person that invented 'picture them in their underwear' never met you lot," Martin joked as he rose the microphone stand. His nervousness easing as the crowd laughed. "Before I start I wish to apologize for this," he said peering down at his protruding rod.

"Don't be honey!"

"You got nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Your Mom is one lucky woman!" Came encouraging remarks from with in the crowd. Martin saw Janis as he overlooked the crowd mouthing the words "Fuck me" he didn't know if it was said in shock or an offering. Then he quickly looked down at the karaoke screen seeing the title of the song. He knew the song. He had became enamored with it after he watched the Halloween episode of American Horror Story 'Freakshow'.

"Really sis? This the song you want me to sing?" Martin asked looking down at her.

"Yes!" Michelle said nodding her head vehemently. She had eavesdropped on him numerous times when he sang it his room before their trip to the beach. Now she hoped he would sing it just for her and their mother.

"Alright," Martin sighed, "Let's start this thing." The crowd became still as the intro kicked in, his fingers tapping against his thigh keeping the beat.

"In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel," Martin's deep baritone voice reverberated through the speakers clearly. Rachel's mouth dropped open she didn't think he would sound so sexy. "Living in the garden of evil, screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed," his lips millimeters away from the microphone. His eyes were closed as he settled into the beat. "Shining like a fiery beacon," his hand dancing through the air. "You got that medicine I need," his eyes slowly opening fallen upon his mother and sister. "Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on waist, do it softly," he sang a smirk graced his lips as his sister's eyes shimmered. "Me and god we don't get along, so now I sing," Martin said drawing out the word noticing how people were getting up to dance.

"No one's going to take my soul away. Living like Jim Morrison," running his hand down his chest. Howls filled that clearing as the crowd gave in to the music.

"Sing baby sing!" Rachel yelled as William moved up behind her placing his hands on her waist. Both swaying in time as were those around them

"Headed towards a fucked up holiday. Motel, sprees, sprees, and I'm singing. Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want," he sang his hands beckoning to an unknown phantom. "It's innocence lost. Innocence lost," taking a breath before going to the next verse.

"In the land gods and monsters, I was an angel, lookin' to get fucked hard," he sang reaching down as his sister danced before him, their fingerstips brushing briefly. "Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art. You got that medicine I need," looking at his mother, "Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please. I don't really want to know what's good for me," he sang watching his mother's hips sway, "God's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'."

"When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me crazy, cause life imitates art," Martin sang his eyes running over the crowd as they were all on their feet dancing with their family members. "If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby? You tell me life isnt hard," he sang running fingers along his rod.

"Hell yeah!" Came a few replies from within the crowd.

"Only if you give it to me!" Martin arched an eyebrow when the voice sounded like Rachel's. Martin stepped back as the crowd cheered and hooted as he finished out the song, bowing glad that he hadn't lost his voice when hadn't practiced for so long.

"Thank you, umm, Rachel who's next?" Martin asked scanning the crowd for her.

"Encore! Encore!" The crowd chanted. Martin looked down at the two women in his life as they nodded. He watched as their legs propelled them around the stage, their bare feet resounding on the plywood, their arms wrapping around him.

"Thank you!" They said in unison covering his face in sweet kisses.

"Now everyone I gave you 'Rebel Yell'," Michelle said joyously into the microphone.
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