Incest/Taboo The Inheritance

The pain never stopped, but it begin to become muted, overwhelmed by the ecstatic feelings emanating from my cunt as I teased and massaged my labia and my clitoris which had emerged in all its aroused glory. Pleasure began to compete with pain throughout my body – even in my abused and stretched anus – Daddy's fucking began to produce more warmth than pain – warmth that became something else – pleasure unlike any I'd ever known before.

This new wonderful sensation mixed with the more familiar orgasmic joy to become something more – quickly exploding like gasoline being thrown into a fire. My sobs of pain became grunts and moans of sexual pleasure and I sought more, trying (mostly in vain) to greet Daddy's thrusts into my ass, seeking to take him farther inside my asshole, wanting more of that heavenly warmth.

The room seemed thick with the reek of pussy and sperm and sweat and odors strange but exhilarating that made me even more aroused. I felt Daddy speed up some more, bringing more pain as he fucked my ass but bringing new pleasure as well. I felt I was close to some new height...some new understanding of carnal pleasure, but somehow not quite reaching the pinnacle and then Daddy showed me the way as with a groan, he shoved himself as tight as he could inside me and began to cum – thick streamers of hot, thick semen flooding my bowels and I screamed in triumph and in absolute pleasure as my sphincter muscles clamped hard around Daddy's throbbing cock and I was thrown into another unbelievably intense orgasm.

Daddy's arms wrapped around my back and I screamed again as his cock wormed a little deeper as he raised me off the bed – my legs straight and stiff – my toes curling and clenching near his head, cumming my brains out, impaled on his wonderful, immense penis.

I don't know how long I was lost in orgasm. It seemed like forever. Hours seemed to pass before I was relaxed enough to release Daddy's cock from my asshole, hours in which pleasure waxed and waned as we both sought to catch our breath. I know I wept when Daddy finally did pull himself free with a meaty plop. He held me as I sobbed my love for him, stroking my weary and well fucked body until we both fell asleep again. I remember my father kissing me tenderly and whispering in my ears, "Welcome to the rest of your life, Heather. You've made your daddy very happy."

It was two days later – a Monday afternoon when we stood in front of Father McFee, a handsome, silver-haired priest in our living room and took our vows as husband and wife. Daddy looked handsome in a dark suit, complete with power tie. He said I looked lovely standing there stark naked, blushing just a little as Father McFee fondled my breasts and fingered my cunt before he began the ceremony.

I cried just a little when Daddy slipped Mother's wedding ring on my finger. I laughed just a little when immediately afterwards Father McFee flooded my mouth with a load of strong tasting thick sperm while he said a prayer of blessing for our union. At Daddy's command, I would suck Father McFee off every Sunday morning after Mass for years to come – my own special communion as Father McFee called it.

I suppose it wasn't until after Daddy had led me naked into our living room to find the good father in his holy vestments that I began to truly comprehend how Daddy was different than most men. Daddy was fearless in the face of normal expectations and law, taking and doing what he wanted.

My life continued to change immediately. Daddy commanded me to suck a new cock every day, giving me a lovely leather bound journal to record my naughty deeds that he would review weekly while I demonstrated to him how my cock sucking talents grew. I was forbidden to fuck anyone but him without his express permission. Of course, I discovered his generosity towards his friends and colleagues knew few bounds and it wasn't long before I came to understand that I would never lack for cock.

Towards the end of January, Daddy hosted a poker game for his friends. I spent most of the evening, wearing only a g-string, serving Daddy and his friends drinks and food and twice was commanded by my father to crawl under the table and suck each of his friends off in turn. As the last hand was dealt with thousands of dollars on the table, Daddy announced that the night's big winner would also get me for a long hard fuck.

A fellow engineer from Daddy's company, an Asian named Huang laid me back on the poker table and fucked me until I was screaming for mercy – his cock tempered by me sucking him off twice so that he seemed to fuck me forever before finally cumming inside me as Daddy and his friends cheered him on. I left Daddy's felt green table top stained with my juices – stains that would be joined by many others over the years as I was offered as a prize at each monthly game.

Daddy also hosted several friends for a Super Bowl party and to my delight, that included Mr. Richter and to my astonishment, his daughter, Danielle. I was stunned to look up from where I was kneeling in front of Daddy's boss, Mr. Kyle, sucking his cock during the pre-game show to see Mr. Richter enter the room accompanied by my classmate, Danielle, wearing only high heels and a black ribbon around her throat. She was a foot taller than me and voluptuous – huge, firm breasts and long legs and an angelic face framed with flaming red hair and a matching trimmed muff below. Her eyes widened when she saw me, wearing only high heels, kneeling before someone who wasn't my father, busily sucking cock.

On the verge of cumming, Mr. Kyle pulled free from my lips and proceeded to cum all over my face, coating me with hot jets of semen and then as his seed dripped from my face, crooked a finger at Danielle.

She glanced at her father who grinned and nodded his blessing and the tall redhead slowly walked across the room, her face a flaming red and knelt in front of me. "Hi, Heather," she said softly – embarrassment evident in her voice. "Is it...do you mind if I clean you up?"

I felt my pussy lips quiver with excitement, making me feel much as I did when Helen kissed me goodbye. I had been very adventurous with boys, but I had never done things with a girl before. "Okay," I replied in a husky voice.

Danielle leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss, her lips brushing against mine as her tongue slipped along and ran itself over my semen smeared lips before moving up and to the right to my cheek to scoop up a huge blob of semen. I gave a little moan as I watched her swallow Mr. Kyle's sperm and smile in satisfaction.

"Don't be selfish, Dani," admonished her father. "Share that cum with Heather." Danielle gave an eager nod and proceed to lick more spunk from my face and then slowly as it almost drooled from her open mouth, a thick pool of semen on her tongue, she kissed me and fed Mr. Kyle's seed with me, our tongues coming together to share and play with the delicious seed. As we kissed, her large breasts brushed against my smaller ones, our nipples rubbing together, making me quake with excitement.

In the end, my face was clean and we kissed simply for the sheer joy of it – savoring the touch, the kiss, the caress of another woman and reveling in the excitement it generated in the men around us, especially our fathers. Danielle and I would over the course of the evening, compare notes and I discovered that I had likely been right when I had teased Mr. Richter about his daughter – that he and Danielle had been engaged in incest since her eighteenth birthday just before our senior year had begun!

We spent the Super Bowl pleasuring Daddy's seven guests, - sucking them off at their request, most of them preferring to cum on our faces so the other could lick their sperm off and share it with the other. Beginning during the Half-time show, each man, fueled by lust and those little blue pills, fucked us and then cheered us on as we put on a demonstration of sixty-nine, eating the sperm out of each other's cunt and I can only say, I loved every fucking minute of it.

Our evening ended with Danielle and I using a long double headed dildo to fuck each other while Daddy's guests masturbated on us one last time and then watching as we rolled around and cleaned each other up. I had never suspected that I had a taste for pussy, but I now longed for it. As years passed, I came to have a certain fondness for Danielle's cunt, eating her out countless times and loving her long labia lips and huge clitoris as her pussy juices would flood my face.

Not that Danielle would be the only pussy I would come to know and love. Daddy and Helen celebrated their divorce with a hot, perverted weekend that saw her use me in ways I never would have dreamed. As I was handcuffed to our bed, I'm not sure who fucked me the most, Daddy or Helen and her long, exquisitely made strap-on human like cock. For two nights I went to sleep with her shaved cunt spread over my face, Daddy's seed dripping slowly from it.

And of course, above all else, there was Daddy. Day in and day out, my father was ever present, mastering me with that magnificent cock of his. Sometimes, Daddy brutally fucked me, leaving me prostrate from one orgasm after another. Other times, Daddy was gentler – we'd spend entire days, making sweet love – drifting in a heavenly haze of orgasmic pleasure.

I dressed according to his whims and I was proud to be scantily clad in public on my father's arm – never ashamed that anyone knew that I was his obedient and willing slut – happily whoring myself on his behalf whenever he desired. I fucked total strangers because my Daddy told me to. I pulled trains to please him, lying in pools of semen, filled with cock in every hole simply because he wished it. Never did a night go by that I didn't fall asleep happy and proud that I had pleased my father.

After five years of such wedded, incestuous bliss, Daddy gave me new orders – commanding me to continue to suck any man's cock I wished, but that now my cunt was his and his alone and to cease practicing birth control. I was thrilled that Daddy now wanted me to bear his child...our child and in our desire to make a baby, Daddy's cock now seemed to be in me more than it was out of me.

It wasn't too very long before my belly was round and swollen with my father's baby – a month long vacation in Key West where Daddy fucked me four and five times a day, often on the public balcony of our vacation home, the likely place of conception. Daddy's treatment of me altered as my belly grew – our incestuous child growing and kicking with life. Daddy was kinder and gentler, immensely pleased that I had given him a child and more eager than ever to fuck his little girl – his cock in me constantly till the very moment the doctor advised him to stop.

Even so, I was still Daddy's little slut, subject to his wishes and desires. Two weeks before I gave birth, I was Daddy's gift to his friends, lying on a sofa at the lounge at his golf club, naked and my belly huge and glistening, sucking off one friend or colleague after another.

Not too long before my twenty-fourth birthday, I gave my father a nine pound baby boy – beautiful in every way – with my green eyes and honey colored hair and Daddy's facial features. Again, my life changed somewhat as we began raising our son, Jonny. Oh, I was still Daddy's willing and eager slut, but our outside activities slacked off as we spent more time with our boy. Oh, we were both still consumed with lusty enthusiasm, but kept more of our fucking ways restricted to our bedroom.

And so it went for several years as Daddy and I raised Jonny until tragedy struck us. Jonny was seven years old when Daddy's doctor diagnosed my father with pancreatic cancer. Daddy fought it with the same ruthless tenacity that he used against any opponent, but to no avail. As I watched horrified, Daddy was eaten alive from inside over the course of seven months and I buried him just shy of our son's eighth birthday.

Devastated is too meager a word to describe the loss I felt for my father. My world was virtually ended. Oh, I lacked for nothing. The bulk of Daddy's estate was held in trust for our son, but the house and a generous allowance was mine. Jonny and I lived in luxury and comfort, but I was bereft of my father, my husband, my lover and yes, my master.

As weeks became months, I truly began to understand my loss as I was filled with unrequited desires and needs – the greatest of which was to serve and please my father. Not simply sex...for a while, I tried to fill that need with passionate trysts with Mr. Richter and Danielle, but the need to be my father's slut – to feel his approval and desire, to feel the cock that had provided me with life inside me, making my existence worthy...to make me feel worthy and needed. But it wasn't the same and I ended the affair, resisting their entreaties to continue.

In the end, I retired from all I had been and known, save being the best mother I could be. Despite Danielle's urgings and pleadings, I withdrew from the sweet, lusty world I had inhabited since I had become an adult. I traded in my whorish attire for widow's weeds and boxed up the toys that had been such a part of my life pleasing and entertaining my daddy. I focused on raising my son, Jonny, making him the center of my world. I became the Widow Brown, dedicated to her son.

Only in the privacy of my bedroom during the seemly endless nights did I let in any hint of my past – masturbating endlessly as I recalled the many passionate moments with Daddy. Despite the pleasure such activities provided, it always left me yearning for more – aching to feel my father's touch once again, aching to feel his cock buried deep inside me. I would usually fall asleep, my face and pillow stained with bitter tears over what I had lost and believed I could never have again.

My only solace was Jonny. He surpassed the loss of his father as the years passed – devoting himself to his studies and to sports, especially soccer. He grew into a younger version of his father, dedicated to achieving success and never entertaining the possibility of failure. As he came close to age eighteen and graduation from high school, I dreaded facing his departure – his grades guaranteed admittance to any Ivy League school he wished to attend. I despaired at the looming future of being truly alone.

On the evening of Jonny's eighteenth birthday, Mr. Richter paid us a visit or rather he paid Jonny a visit, carrying a large sealed wooden box. Solemnly, he gave Jonny the box, informing him that his father had instructed him to deliver it upon Jonny reaching adulthood. He told Jonny it was something meant for him alone and advised him to open it in private. Jonny had an odd, almost sad expression on his face as he gazed down at the box – one that made my heart ache, reminded that I wasn't the only one who missed Daddy. He excused himself and carried the box up to his room.

Mr. Richter just shook his head when I asked him what was in the box. "I'm sure Jon will tell you in his own good time, Heather. Be patient, dear." He gave me a frank and appraising look. "We've missed you, Danielle and me."

I shrugged and replied, "I know, but that's all done with a long time ago. Things change."

He nodded and said, "Perhaps. Still, you know that Danielle and I keep you in our thoughts and prayers." He paused and grinned. "And in our fantasies."

I felt myself blush and said, "Me too, but the past is the past."

Mr. Richter sighed and nodded again. With nothing left to say, I walked him to the door where he turned and said. "Give Jon some space and some time for the next few days. I suspect he'll need it. He will explain it all in the end."

The truth was that for the next several days I hardly saw my son. He literally locked himself in his room, emerging only for food, looking, well, tired and haggard, staring at me oddly. I ached to know what was in the box – but I honored Mr. Richter's request and asked nothing.

A week had passed when I returned one afternoon from shopping. After dropping groceries off in the kitchen, I was making my way towards the stairs when I heard noise coming from Daddy's den. That was a room that we rarely used. Daddy's presence was too strong there. Often, I'd thought about redoing the room – removing and storing Daddy's possessions, but in the end, I always resisted. Now it was odd to hear noises from there. Jonny rarely used the room save for Sundays in winter when he watched games on Daddy's big screen television.

I stepped down into the den and came to a stop, stunned by what I saw. Jonny sat on the black leather sofa, wearing a scruffy and stained T-shirt, a wispy blonde beard evident on his face indicating he'd not shaved in several days. Gym shorts were down around his ankles while he stroked a very erect and very large penis. My son's eyes were fixed on the television across the room. I made to back out, but my eyes followed his gaze and I gasped in surprise.

Jonny was watching a porn movie – two men standing sandwiched a small, blonde woman between them, her legs splayed out as her cunt and ass were filled with their cocks – an expression of utter ecstasy locked onto her face. A wave of dizziness swept over me as I realized that the two men were Mr. Richter and Daddy. A moan escaped my lips as I realized that the woman was me – me at eighteen.

Shock struggled with feelings I had suppressed for a very long time as my eyes went back and forth between the graphic sex on the screen and my half naked son who was watching and masturbating to it. Finally, Jonny looked up at me as moans continued to slip from between my lips.

A scary grin played across his face. I felt naked under his gaze, although I was wearing a tasteful if a bit matronly dress that buttoned up the front with a modest neckline and a hemline that ended just below my knees – a bit old fashioned perhaps for a still youthful looking mother of forty-one. My modern 'June Cleaver' outfit was completed by a pearl necklace choker around my neck.

"Come here, Mom," Jonny said – no, he commanded. He sat down the remote in his free hand and patted the seat on the sofa next to him.

I shook my head, my hands pressed against my chest, feeling the sudden pounding of my heart. "I – uh, no. I'm sorry I intruded." I whispered and began to retreat.

Jonny's grin transformed into something grimmer and in a voice that echoed to me from the grave, responded with, "Mom, I said come here and have a fucking seat...now!"

My body responded before my mind could think about it. From between my thighs, a long dormant fire sparked and rekindled. Jonny sounded so much like Daddy! As I approached I realized that on the floor was the wooden box Mr. Richter had brought over – now unsealed. There looked to be dozens of DVDs inside and books – journals, some of which I recognized as what Daddy had referred to often as my cock-sucking journals! I paused, staring down at the contents...at a past I had long ago given up. After Daddy's death, I'd looked for my journals, but not finding them, simply assumed my father had destroyed them before he passed away.

"Sit down, Mom," Jonny said. "Don't make me tell you again." I quickly took a seat, keeping inches of space between me and my son, not quite able to keep my eyes averted from his very large cock. He picked up the remote control and froze the image on screen – Daddy and Mr. Richter caught thrusting deep into my younger self, a joyful expression of carnal pleasure on my face. "You were quite the slut, weren't you, Mom?" my son said, still stroking his erection.

I felt the embarrassment burning on my cheeks. "Jonny...son, you shouldn't talk like that. I'm your mother." I said, trying not to cry. "I can...explain all this."

My son laughed and resumed the DVD, turning up the volume so we could hear my younger self scream and sob as I was fucked hard in two holes. After freezing the DVD again, Jonny said, "What's to explain? You're a slut...a fucking cock whore, Mother."

"Jonny! I won't stand for that kind of filth. Stop this," I said, getting flustered. Part of me – the part that had spent the last ten years as a quiet and celibate matron tried to be offended while part of me – the part that had lain dormant for years in my heart and soul and my pussy screamed with joy and undeniable hope. I felt my labia thicken with arousal and as I stood to flee, I quivered at the long absent feeling of slick cunt lips rubbing together, making a sweet and sinful friction.

Jonny reached out and took hold of my wrist. "I told you to sit, Mom. If I have to say it one more fucking time, I will beat your ass bloody!" He jerked me back down onto the sofa.

"I'm your mother. You will not talk to me..."

John's hand let go of me and lashed out to slap my face and he stood, towering over me. "You're my slut, now!" he roared. "You're my fucking property! I inherited your sweet ass, Mom!"

The scene seemed to be some sort of surreal pornographic moment. My son, a handsome, six foot tall stud loomed over me, an immense erection waving almost in my face. Part of me wanted to beg him to stop this insanity and part of me wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck my son's brains out.

Reaching into the wooden box, Jonny pulled out a sheet of stationary – stationary I recognized as his father's from years ago. "Read this and do it quickly, Mom!" Jonny snarled at me as he thrust it into my face. Fighting back tears and trying to acquire some semblance of calm I read what I instantly recognized as Daddy's handwriting.

My son,

When you read this, I will be long gone and you finally are a man. How I wish I could be there to see it – to hand over the most valuable possession I have – your mother...my wife and daughter. Yes, my daughter and in truth, your sister too. That does not matter, simply know that she is the most precious thing I leave you.

When your mother was eighteen, she submitted to be my slut...my property for the rest of her life. She served me as daughter, wife, whore and as mother to my only son and she did all of these willingly and happily. It is your mother's destiny to be the sexual property of the man who loved her most – it fulfilled her beyond any other possibility. I dare say, those twelve or thirteen years have been the happiest of her life. Now, I suspect that once I was gone, she has tried to put those days behind her forever, focusing on raising you and remembering me. Heather deserves better. She needs better and so, knowing that she has suffered long enough, I take pen in hand and give her to you.

Your mother is now yours to do with as you will. She will serve you as she served me, loving you beyond the normal constraints of society and making you the happiest man alive, just as she did me. Your mother is a natural born incestuous slut who found true happiness only with family. You are our son – our blood courses through you and it dictates your destiny. Being your mother's son and lover, dare I suggest it, her husband and master will be the greatest thing you ever do – it will be your greatest pleasure.

Master your mother – I've left you my journals and hers to guide you. Take possession of her – use a strong hand when necessary and the rest of the time, your cock will suffice to make her the most willing slut possible.

I love you, Jonny. Make me proud. Make your mother happy. Fuck her brains out, son!

Love,

Daddy

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I struggled to make sense of it all. My commitment to Daddy all those years ago, in this very room came flooding back to me – the love I felt for my father crashing through all the barricades I'd erected around my heart. Reality crashed in as well – comprehension of what Daddy was telling our son to do. I was terrified and yet, part of me – the part that sent shivers of pleasure through my long neglected pussy, yearned for what Daddy wanted our son to do.

I wiped my eyes and looked up into my son's face. His face was a study of emotions. Arousal, fear, anger and intrigue all struggled for dominance of his expressions. "Jonny, you can't seriously think I will agree to this. Your father and I had something spe-."

"Shut up, Mom," my son hissed. "There is no agree or disagree here. You belong to me. Daddy gave you to me!" He snatched the letter from my hand and shook it in front of me. "I have all the proof I need. I have the title for your sweet little ass!" Jonny tossed the letter back into the box and fixed me with a hungry stare. "Stand up, Mom!"

I slowly, somewhat shakily rose to my feet. Jonny stood too close – his erection brushed against my stomach...precum leaving a faint trail across the expensive fabric of my dress. I tried to back away, but my legs bumped up against the sofa.

"Take those clothes, Mom. I want to see you naked!" My son's eyes roamed hungrily over my body, making me quake with fear and desire. My knees trembled even as I felt a thick gush of liquid heat spread into the crotch of my panties.

I froze, years of modesty – of trying to forget and deny my previously wanton ways coming into play. I shook my head and begin to beg my Jonny to stop this madness, but his hands flew out and tore my dress open, sending buttons flying everywhere. "Goddammit, Mom. I said get naked!" he hissed, pulling the remnants of my dress off my shoulders to fall to my feet, leaving me clad only in bra and panties.

I felt my entire body turn red as I hurried to undo my bra, unable to meet Jonny's wolfish eyes as I bared my breasts to him. I was still a 34C and while my tits weren't as pert as they'd been twenty-four years ago, for a woman of forty-one, they were fine. My nipples already erect, swelled more now as my son reached out and squeezed a breast, catching my left nipple between his forefinger and thumb. "Nice, Mom," Jonny said softly, his voice thick with lust. "Wish I could remember sucking on those beauties when I was a baby."

I mewled like a baby, leaning into him a little as a wave of lust made my head spin. My son's skin felt feverish and I could smell him – sperm and sweat and those sweet odors of an aroused man. "You need to stop, baby," I moaned. "This is...wrong."

Jonny just laughed and with his free hand, he palmed my panty covered pussy, fingers rubbing against the wet spot – rubbing my labia and pushing them apart as fabric covered digits pressed into my flesh. "Your wet cunt tells me you're a lying slut, Mother," he said, both lust and sarcasm thick in his voice.

I groaned again, pressing my lips against the sweaty jersey material of his T-shirt. "Oh, Jonny, I...I." I looked upwards, kissing his chest as I looked pleadingly into his eyes, unsure what I was pleading for.

Jonny stared back and then smiled evilly as his father would when aroused. In a voice that was more than an echo of Daddy's, he commanded, "Please me, Mom."

I surrendered then – I knew it was true, that like his father before him, my son, my flesh and blood owned me, body and soul. Slowly, I descended, squatting down, my mouth capturing his hard dick, waving in the air, as if I'd been doing it for years. I sighed as I felt velvety flesh against my lips, my tongue swirling about tasting piss and semen and sweat as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking his fine penis as his hands moved into my hair.

Again I looked upward, eager to see any sign that I was making my son and now my master, happy. I sucked him deep, washing his shaft with my tongue as I sucked and then eased him back out to pay attention to the swollen cock head, drooling cum. He'd been close when I'd walked in and now, looking down at me, an angelic smile of such joy came over Jonny's face that I thought my heart would burst with all the love I felt for him.

Jonny jerked back just as he began to cum, moaning, "Ohhhh, Mommmm!" as his cock swelled and began spewing hot streamers of semen all over my face. I sobbed with joy as for the first time in a decade, I felt the unique sensation of thick wads of sperm splatter against my skin. I felt my heart race as a thick spray of semen slashed into my open mouth – Jonny's seed tasting salty and clean and soooo good. He amazed me as he stroked his penis, cumming and cumming again, covering my face in thick wads of hot spunk.

By the time he stopped, I was crying tears of joy, seeing an entire world of carnal pleasure opening up before me. Jonny grinned down at me and with sudden swiftness, reached out and grabbed hold of my head and shoved his still erect cock into my mouth, forcing his cock deep until I was struggling not to choke while he ground my sperm covered face against his wiry pubic hair.

With short, quick thrusts, Jonny fucked my face, battering his groin against my head. I eagerly, albeit a bit confused, sucked and cleaned his cock some more – sensing any loss of erection was halted by both our actions.

Satisfied that he was completely erect, Jonny again withdrew from my mouth and I let out a pained cry as with fingers wound around my still blonde hair, he jerked me to my feet. "You didn't think we were done, did you, Mom?" he snapped, his face close to mine, studying the smeared mess of cum covering my cheeks and nose and mouth and forehead.

Jonny dragged me around by the hair, throwing me across the arm of the sofa as his father had done years ago. Hands roughly dragged my panties off, down my legs and over flailing legs demure high heels kicking at the air. Now I was naked except for the short high heels and the pearl necklace choker. "I've been dreaming about this pussy for years, Mom. I just never knew it belonged to me!" Jonny said breathily.

I felt something press against my wet labia, pussy juice pouring from my aroused cunt and moaned as I recognized it as the huge head of a big cock. My cunt lips clasped at my son's erection, hungry for what it had for so long been denied.

"Fuck me, baby. Make Daddy proud and fuck your mother," I moaned, trying to thrust back at his cock without much success, perched on the arm of that sofa. "I'm your whore slut, son! Your mommy slut! Mommy's pussy belongs to you now! FUCK ME!"

I screamed the last words out of need, but that scream merged with a louder one as my son rammed his cock into me, never hesitating an inch as he buried his thick meat inside me! My body stiffened and my back arched as I was immediately swept up in a powerful, incest-fueled orgasm, my mind reeling as son-induced pleasure tore me apart, satisfying a hunger that had been insatiable since Daddy had passed away.

Jonny's arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him as he pressed his cock inside me, his lips kissing the nape of my neck. "I love you, Mom!" I heard him pant in my ear – struggling to maintain the harshness in his voice, his touch telling me the truth – that this was more about his love for me than a need to master me.

As his hands cupped my breasts, teasing my throbbing nipples, holding me tight, we began to fuck, our bodies barely moving as he hunched into me, his cock filling my womb with each minute movement triggering wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure. Long dormant pleasure centers exploded to life all over my body – absorbing the constant flow of carnal bliss radiating from my sopping cunt!

Time seemed to stand still as my son and I fucked slowly – his body atop mine as I lay on the arm of that couch – our bodies tightly pressed together, each small thrust bringing exquisite pleasure. As if he were born to it, Jonny brought me to orgasm again and again until I was gasping for air. I felt him rise up from me, our flesh separating noisily and his cock still buried in me. "I love you, Jonny," I wheezed, unable to suck up enough air. "You're wonderful. That big cock is wonderful, son."

"I love you too, Mom. I love your tight, slut pussy. Let me show you!" I screamed again as suddenly, like a beast unleashed in lusty rage, Jonny began to fuck me fast and furiously, pumping my cunt with that thick pole with savage purpose.

The remnants of my last orgasm flared anew and became something more wild and savage, my body quaking with pleasure until at last my son thrust deep into my womb and pumped a load of steaming hot semen inside me, sending me into carnal oblivion – the entire world vanishing and I existed alone in the universe – alone except for that supernatural flesh jammed into my cunt and providing me with incestuous ecstasy that tore apart my very being and rebuilt me anew.

When I was myself again, I was being carried upstairs, still impaled on my son's cock, erotic pleasure reducing me to a helpless mound of quivering flesh. "I love you so much, son," I whimpered meekly, unable to wipe the tears of joy from my face.

"I know you do, Mom," Jonny said. "And you know who you belong to – who you serve, don't you?"

"Ohhhh, I do, baby. I belong to my son...forever," I replied, groggy and falling asleep again in the wake of a good incestuous fucking. I slipped peacefully into sleep for the first time in many years, safe and happy in the arms of my man...my son and lover.

Three days later, I said the vows that made my son my second husband. As I did the first time, the ceremony ended with me on my knees, again sucking the cock of Father McFee, now old and gray, but with a little coaxing from my lips and tongue, still able to get erect and consecrate the marriage of my son and me with a healthy load of sperm.

I am again the happy and willing slut of a man that I know loves me without reserve. I eagerly agreed to do his bidding at all times – whatever it takes to make my son happy, I will happily do it. Things are somewhat different this time. Jonny is more possessive than his father ever was – not sharing me nearly as often as Daddy did.

Still, my son was inspired by Daddy's collection of our sexual history. I never realized that Daddy had recorded many of our most intimate acts, both alone and with others – that he had the house wired with cameras and had over the years documented many poker games, football gathering and apparently with Mr. Richter's blessings, our foursomes and my sexual encounters with Danielle. In addition to my writings about thousands of blow jobs I'd given to friends and strangers, Daddy had kept journals as well, journals always intended to be given to our son as a guide in keeping me as Jonny's sexual property. There was a perverse glee echoing in the journals, but also Daddy's love and concern for my happiness were evident throughout his writings.

With Daddy's efforts as inspiration, Jonny did revive the poker games, albeit the games were different with Jonny's friends – young, virile studs. I was certainly on my knees more of the time as those young cocks never seemed to go down no matter how many loads of cum I swallowed and each game ended with a gang bang with me as the guest of honor. Jonny would see his friends to the door while I lay atop Daddy's old and still cum-stained poker table with thick loads of semen oozing from my ass and cunt.

We also enjoyed trysts with Mr. Richter and his daughter Danielle, renewing my love of her sweet red haired cunt and with their now adult twin daughters, both lovely and horny. All four of us did our best to exhaust our men, leaving them weary but extremely pleased.

Jonny toyed with reviving Daddy's commands to suck a new cock every day, but prefers to take his mother out in public, dressed as the slutty whore she is and pick targets for me to pursue and seduce. My son enjoys watching me stalk my prey and hearing stories of sucking cock and drinking some stranger's semen.

Most of all, Jonny enjoys spending days at a time in bed with his mother, both of us becoming drunk with endless sex, until we both reek like rutting animals. Sometimes it seems that I go weeks at a time without clothes, my son's cock inside me more than its out of me.

Today, I am focused on one all important command of my son's. Like his father before him, he wants me to give him a child. Specifically, we hope to have a daughter to hopefully carry on the family tradition. If I can give my son a daughter, I have no doubt of the eventual outcome. Daddy was right – what we are – our lusty nature is inherited in our blood.
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