Incest/Taboo The Naughty Family

I giggled and gestured to my son and said, "That's up to Scotty."

Jilly turned and fixed her brother with a sultry stare, "Scotty, can I please suck your big, thick dick?"

Scotty trembled and looked at me. When I nodded and said, "Son, you can do whatever you want to with us," he scrambled to his knees and shifted his way over to his sister, his erection leading the way.

Jilly took his cock in her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around the massive penis and then looked coyly up at her brother. "I'm sorry for being so mean to you all these years, Scotty." She stuck out her tongue and ran it up the long length of his cock and added, "I promise, big brother, to never go into your room again unless it's to suck or fuck this big ol' dick of yours."

For the first time in years, Scotty smiled at something his sister said or did, raising a hand to Jilly's face and gently stroking her cheek before sliding his fingers into her wild, blonde hair and guiding her mouth to the head of his cock. "Jilly...I...I love you, Jilly."

I thought I could see tears forming in my daughter's eyes as she let out a soft, loving noise before sliding her lips over her brother's swollen knob and begin sucking his erect penis. I moaned with familial pleasure as I watched my daughter take cock from her father and brother -- Jilly's muffled moans filling the air as she noisily sucked Scotty's cock while John steadily fucked her from behind.

My sexy daughter was in her element, being the center of attention of two large cocks -- giving and receiving pleasure. Her body quickly became coated with fuck sweat, her hair wild and dripping down in her face until she would let Scotty's cock slip from her lips, whip her head around, throwing her blonde locks back, give me a leering grin and then open her mouth and resume sucking her brother's cock.

My husband fucked our daughter with easy thrusts, varying the speed to keep her off balance, his movements betraying the familiarity with which he'd gained in pleasuring our little girl. He smiled at me and I smiled back -- both of us silently communicating our devoted love for each other. Even though in my heart, I knew that something had changed the second our son had slid his cock inside me, I was still, in the end, John's wife and I could not have loved him more at that moment.

"Hey, son," said John, only his raspy voice revealing how hard he was really working at fucking Jilly. "Would you like to fuck your sister?"

Despite the fact that his little sister was at that moment swirling her tongue over the head of his swollen cock, Scotty was actually surprised at his father's suggestion. That blank "Does Not Compute" stare passed over his face and his hands rose up and waved aimlessly for a moment before he recovered and looked with a slight look of panic at me. "Mom?" he groaned, looking to me for guidance.

I blew him a kiss and said, "Whatever you want to do is good, darling. I think you'd like it and I won't get jealous of your sister."

Scotty licked his lips and nodded. He looked down to where Jilly was slowly rolling her tongue around the crown of his cock. She planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock and said in her sexy little girl voice, "Please, big brother. Won't you please fuck me, Scotty?"

"Oh...okay, Jilly," Scotty said in a barely visible voice.

My daughter squealed with excitement and when her father withdrew, she spun around quickly, wiggling her toned ass up in the air and looking over her shoulder said, "Put that big donkey cock in me, big brother."

My son looked down at Jilly's splayed wide pussy, her labia swollen and spread like a carnal flower waiting to be pollinated. I started to lean forward and return Jilly the favor she'd done us when she'd guided her brother's cock into my pussy, but with a low growl, Scotty scooted forward on his knees and shoved the head of his cock into his sister's pussy, making her cry out when once he knew he was now inside her, he rammed the rest of his long cock home.

"FUCK ME!" she screamed. "You are fucking huge, Scotty!" Her fingernails clawed at the sheets as her brother eagerly, enthusiastically began to fuck her, operating more on instinct than knowledge. Her firm tits bounced under her from the force of his thrusts.

Her screams were quickly muted as her father moved forward again, his erect penis shining with her pussy creams. Jilly quickly took him into her mouth, cleaning his long shaft of his delicious juices. I felt my own pussy begin to twitch even as I felt some jealousy rise inside me as I watched my son fuck my daughter. I was a little unprepared for this even though I had just told Scotty I wouldn't be jealous of him and his sister, but still the vain emotion was there. There was a part of me that wanted to scream, "HE'S MINE, GODDAMMIT! SCOTTY IS MY SON AND HE AND HIS LOVELY COCK ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE!"

I giggled at my own possessive thoughts and quelled them by simply allowing the erotic moment to sweep over me, arousing me anew as I watched proudly as my two men pleasured my daughter. Jilly moaned loudly and lewdly around her father's cock, quickly scouring it clean of her pussy creams and sucking it furiously as the wet slaps of her brother's pelvis against her taut cheeks filled the room.

John began grunting with effort and I knew from long experience that he was about to cum in our daughter's mouth. He held her head between his hands and began to fuck her face forcefully, matching our son's strokes perfectly until with a roar, he began shooting hot cum down Jilly's throat, her making nasty choking sounds as she struggled to swallow his load and keep sucking his cock.

My husband finally fell back from her, his now shrinking cock slipping from between her lips with a moist plopping sound, rivulets of semen dribbling out and down her chin. As weary as I still was from being fucked by Scotty, I was up and scrabbling to her, my tongue flashing out and rescuing the thick streamer of sperm before it could drip off her face. "Mmmmmm -- Mom," Jilly sighed, closing the distance between us and opening her mouth and offering me her tongue.

I sighed happily as we kissed, our tongues dancing in her mouth amidst the semen she hadn't swallowed yet -- rolling the thick, tasty fluid back and forth in our mouths as we kissed. I opened my eyes so I could look beyond her and watch Scotty, now with a determined look, fuck his sister as hard as he could.

Too soon, my daughter broke our kiss, crying out in pleasure and maybe disbelief from the cock pounding she was taking from her brother. "F-Fuck...so fucking b-big!" she moaned, looking at me with lust glazed eyes, her mouth dropping open in slack-jawed pleasure.

I was thrilled as I watched my children fuck and when I felt John's hand on my shoulder, I turned and curled up against him, giving him a quick kiss and then with his arms around me, we watched proudly as our son gave our daughter orgasm after orgasm.

Jilly squalled with pleasure as her brother fed her his cock again and again -- sometimes thrusting back to meet his oncoming thick penis as it sank into her wet flesh again and again. Soon enough, she could no longer stay raised up on her arms, her hips held high by Scotty as he kept her in a doggie position. His sister literally chewed and drooled on the sheets as he buried his cock in her again and again, her sobbing the whole time as she came and came again.

Finally, perhaps out of self-preservation and only after a half dozen or so orgasms, Jilly clawed her way free, begging Scotty to, "Please...stop, Scotty. So good --so big, but I can't...can't take anymore. Jilly looked at us, exhausted from multiple Daddy fuckings and a hard banging from her big brother. She crawled towards us, whimpering, "I feel so fucking good!" She shivered and moaned as her still orgasming cunt sprayed cunt juice onto the bed.

Behind her, Scotty said in what was almost a petulant voice, "But, I'm not finished, Jilly!" his hard cock sticking out, dripping with her juices.

I was already preparing to come to his rescue when I heard my husband say, "Go...don't leave our boy hanging," as he gave me a gentle nudge forward.

I crawled to my son, ducking my head and tasting my daughter on his throbbing cock. I licked my lips and said to Scotty, "Don't you worry, sweetheart. Momma's going to take good care of you!" I put my hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back, eyeing his beautiful hard-on, towering in the air. "Just sit back, son and let Mom do all the work!"

A beatific smile broke out on my son's face as he watched me straddle him, sliding my wet pussy lips up and over his shaft and then slowly impaled myself on his hard cock. I let out a lusty groan as I slowly slipped down on his erection, my pussy stretching to take all his girth and him feeling so perfect inside me.

When I had all of him inside me, I wiggled contentedly, entangling the hair of my bush with his pubic hair. I made him groan as I flexed my cunt muscles around his girth -- the sensation making me groan as well, not to mention breaking out in a sweat as the feeling of again having my son inside me was almost too much to bear. "Oh, I love you so much, Scotty!" I said in a sing-song voice.

"Mom...I love you too, Mom," came my son's reply as his hands rose up to cup my heavy tits, palms scraping deliciously across my swollen nipples that were now literally sore from being hard and aroused for so long. I felt my body quiver as I savored just sitting atop him, feeling so incredibly full of his young, hard cock. I bit my lower lip as my new feelings of what could only be incestuous love were nearly too much to handle.

As Scotty fondled my breasts, digging his fingers into my meaty flesh, I slowly began to ride him, moving up and down a little more with each second, trying to draw out each incredible moment of erotic delight that fucking my son could produce. Again, I was struck by how intense these sensations were, much more than it had ever been with John or any lovers I had known before we had met. My body responded to my son's touch, his presence, his cock in a completely different way than I had ever thought possible. Fucking Scotty seem to trigger every pleasure sensor in every cell of my body, awakening them to their purest potential.

As I began to ride my son into orgasm, I felt like carnality itself made flesh, loving every second of the pleasure he and his magnificent cock gave me. I leaned forward a little, resting my hands on his chest as I began to piston up and down on his thick dick a little faster, my fingernails scratching against his slick skin each time I impaled myself to the hilt on his big spear.

My orgasm, when it struck, struck hard and I felt dizzy and wonderful as an explosion of pure pleasure detonated between my legs and spread through my body. I collapsed on top of him, my lips finding his as my limbs flailed about, only my hips seeming to know what to do, never ceasing to move up and down on his erection.

I could taste my own tears running down my cheeks, spilling between our lips as we kissed, barely in control of myself as my orgasm finally waned enough for me to rise back up to a sitting position and resume a steady, controlled pace as I bounced up and down on my boy's cock.

Although I was feeling very shaky, I drew my legs up into a squatting position and began to ride Scotty all the more quickly, my breasts bouncing wildly as I bounced atop his throbbing penis.

My orgasm returned quickly and again I was collapsing atop my son's body, feeling his heart pounding as quickly as mine as my breasts pillowed out on his chest. I was sobbing from utter and complete joy -- a carnal ecstasy coursing through my body that left me nearly incoherent as I sobbed loudly, "CUMMING, SCOTTY! MOMMY'S CUMMING -- OH FUCK, CUM WITH ME, SON...CUM WITH MOMMY!"

I felt my pussy muscles clamping down around his cock as I rode him, urging him on and I screamed happily as I felt his massive took swelling inside me because I knew he was once again on the threshold. I kissed him hungrily and sloppily as he began to pant with need, trying to maintain his own control to prolong his pleasure and mine, but finally yielding to nature's demand as I said lustily, "Give Momma your sperm, son. Pump me full of your baby-making semen."

Scotty screamed out, "MOM, I LOVE YOU!" and then all was lost in a storm of white hot ecstasy as he began filling my well fucked womb with his sperm, flooding me with thick jets of his semen which seemed like they would never stop. I know I tried to reply that I loved him too, but caught up in the incestuous pleasure of what had to be the greatest day of my life, I could only babble gibberish as I writhed and shook with unimaginable delight.

I scarcely remember finally falling off my son's body, recalling little beyond a hazy disappointment as that sensation of being perfectly filled left me as Scotty's cock slipped from my pussy's grasp. I slowly realized that I was cuddling with Scotty on my left and John on my right, vaguely sensing Jilly cuddling up to her father from behnd, one shapely leg draped over his hip. I drifted in the sweet clouds one often finds oneself in after wonderful sex, sorting out from the relative quiet of our bedroom, the sounds of Jilly and Scotty blissfully asleep, their soft snoring as familiar to me as breath itself.

Gradually, I realized I didn't hear my husband's sleep noises and I opened my eyes and let them focus in the dim light of the now low burning candles. I turned my head slightly to find John watching me sleep. Seeing me awake, he leaned into me and gave me a slow, sweet kiss -- our tongues dancing in greeting as we had some many times over the years.

When that loving kiss ended, my husband grinned at me and said, "Well...have to say we are one happy, loving family."

I giggled softly and replied, "To say the least." I stretched out, feeling muscles pop in that pleasing, sweet way when they are a little sore from a serious bout of sex. "When I first gave you permission to fuck Jilly, I never imagined it would wind up..." I gestured about me and at our naked, sleeping children.

"Regrets?" John asked, his eyes fixed on mine.

I took a long time to answer, finally shaking my head and replying, "No...no regrets, darling -- amazement, maybe. Even after making love to Jilly, I don't think I was prepared for how it would feel fucking my own son. I never imagined it would be so...so..."

"Perfect?" supplied my husband. I nodded and he said, "I know. I can't get over how good it feels...how right it feels when I'm making love with our daughter." He sighed and said, "When I put my cock in her pussy, it feels like they were..."

"Made for each other?" I finished. "I love you, John and I always will, but, my god, when Scotty's inside me, it's like I've died and gone to heaven." I giggled at my words. "If one can get into heaven after seducing and fucking one's son!"

John nodded to show me he understood what I was saying and that he agreed with me. "So, where does this leave us? Do things change?" There was a tinge of concern in his voice.

"No, babe...nothing changes," I replied. "I still love you and you're still my husband and always will be."

"But?" said John. "I hear a 'but' in there?"

I reached out and stroked my husband's face. "But, after all my high minded demands that you always wind up in our bed every night..." I licked my lips and looked guiltily into John's eyes. "I'm not sure I can always promise you I'll do the same when Scotty's home. Tonight was fun and I hope we have millions of family nights like this, but sometimes, I have a feeling I'll want to just go somewhere and hide with Scotty and let him fuck my brains out for days on end!"

John laughed, his amusement of my words helping to assuage my feelings and there was a look of understanding and comprehension evident in his eyes. "I think I get what you're saying. I feel the same way with Jilly. We both missed you these last couple of days, but a lot of the time you've been gone, I relished it being just me and our little girl."

"I don't love you any less, John," I said. "If anything, I love you even more and I'd never want to live without you, but..."

"But, we both agree to not mind the time we spend with our children," John smiled and said, "I don't think there's a problem, honey, but if either of us ever feel there might be..." He didn't finish his sentence, but instead let me know his thoughts on the matter by moving atop me, a little thrill slipping through me as I felt his cock, long and hard brushing my thigh and then landing with great familiarity on my sex.

"Oh yes, I like this idea," I moaned as I rolled my hips and let my husband's cock slide inside me. I was aroused by the fact that I loved John, but confess that secretly, it also pleased me to know that he was slipping his erection into my wet, cum filled cunt...that it was our son's semen that lubricated my husband's passage now.

Whether John understood it or not, it didn't seem to affect him as we quickly slipped into a sweet, slow rhythm of fucking, both of us taking our time and enjoying the intimacy gained only from decades of love and desire. As we rocked together, I don't know if our children were awakened by our sighs and moans and were watching us -- it didn't really matter. I allowed myself to be consumed by my love for my husband, my eyes locked on his as he gently and passionately fucked me, pacing himself to my needs and pleasure...speeding up when I needed him to and slowing back down when it best suited my needs.

It seemed like we fucked through most of the night before finally, neither of us could hold back, John slamming into me harder and harder, making me cry out in ecstatic delight until finally, he began to cum in my pussy as it tightened around his long shaft in orgasmic spasm. We passionately kissed as our mutual climax peaked and then slowly faded into sweet echoes of pleasurable memory, finally falling asleep with the comforting knowledge that despite the dramatic and naughty changes in our lives, that our love was still strong and secure.

I awoke near dawn finding everyone else still asleep -- Jilly and her father curled up together, his face buried in her long, golden blonde hair with her arm and leg draped possessively over his body. Scotty was curled up next to me, a sweet, angelic smile on his lips, making me wonder what he was dreaming of -- perhaps himself in the middle of a Star Wars adventure or perhaps dreaming of fucking his mother's brains out...or a mixture of both. I slipped from the bed trying not to giggle at the thought of Scotty bending me over, my hair done up in Princess Leia's buns and fucking me while he was dressed up like Darth Vader.

I slipped from the bedroom and went to the hall bathroom for a shower so as not to wake everyone up. My body was a little sore and tender -- not in an entirely bad way, but more or less, that sweet ache one has after being fucked royally. I let the hot water pulse over my soapy body, afterimages of last night passing through my mind and feeling myself getting aroused all over again as I thought about how it felt to finally have my son back inside me -- shivering with wonder at the lovely cock my Scotty possessed and how it made me cum and him not a day from having lost his virginity.

I finished up, feeling a tremble of lust ripple through me as I toweled off, remembering my son doing this the evening before and how good it felt when he'd dabbed the soft terry-cloth against my wet pussy. I was thinking along the lines of returning to bed and seeing if I could wake him up in the naughtiest way as I combed the tangles out of my hair.

I emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me although it occurred to me that considering the current state of my family that such modesty was silly. I was padding back to my bedroom when I heard Scotty's door open. I turned to see my son standing there wearing a bed robe, belt tightly cinched around his waist. He looked at me bashfully and whispered, "Mom...can you come here, Mom?"

I quickly reversed direction. "Scotty? How long have you been up? Why aren't you still in Momma's bed."

He looked at me nervously, his hands wandering a bit in distress. When I approached, he remained in the doorway, blocking my entrance and I had a moment of deja-vu as I recalled his panicked appearance at his dorm room door just two days ago. "Mom...Mom..."

I reached out and placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back into his room. "Scotty, what's wrong?" When he didn't answer, I slowly put my arms around his neck and guided his head down so that we could press our foreheads together. "Son, why don't you tell me what's on your mind?"

We locked eyes for a moment and finally, Scotty opened his mouth and replied, "Mom...last night was -- wow -- wonderful and I wanted to know if we could um...Mom, can I fuck you again."

I grinned and answered, "Scotty, you can fuck me whenever you like. I told you. In this family, things have changed for good!" I reached out and took his hand and added, "C'mon, we'll go back to bed and..." I paused as my son stiffened his hand and didn't allow himself to be moved. "Son?" I said. "What's wrong."

He pulled me back to him and again rested his forehead against mine, surprising me as that was always my move to calm or center him. "Mom...can we...Mom, I want to fuck you here in my room. Just you and me, Mom."

"Oh, baby," I cooed -- feeling moved by his request. I knew full well that part of this was based on his psychological needs -- too much sensory input with his father and especially his sister in the room, but more than that...this was deeper and more personal. My son...my new lover wanted alone time with his mother. I felt pussy juice drip down my thighs at the realization of my son's passion for me."

I began working the sash to Scotty's robe, saying, "Honey, are you wearing anything underneath this robe?"

My son replied, "Mom...nope, I'm naked, Mom," just as I parted his robe, his very erect and very thick cock standing upright against his belly.

"Mmmmm, nice, Scotty. I love your cock." I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, pleased that he immediately parted his lips and greeted my tongue with his own. After a long kiss during which I slowly stroked his erection, I whispered, "Son, guess what Mom has on underneath this towel."

Scotty giggled and replied, "Mom...bet you're naked, Mom."

I nodded and then after kissing my way from his lips to his ear, I licked his earlobe with my tongue and replied, "Yes, Momma's naked and she's wet for you, Scotty!" I nibbled on his ear for a moment and then whispered, "Why don't you find out?"

I barely got the words out before my son lashed out with a hand and ripped my towel away! I gasped at his forcefulness, both surprised and aroused by his directness. Scotty reached out and with a little bit of possessive roughness, cupped my right breast, squeezing and kneading my meaty tit before his fingertips closed around my swollen nipple and pinched it hard.

I let out a loud and passionate moan and then slammed my lips against his, kissing my son while I ground my naked body against his. As Scotty's tongue danced with mine, I used my arms encircled around his neck to leverage me up slightly against him so that my freshly washed and still damp bush scratched and tickled his throbbing cock.

My son let out a pleased groan and I felt his hands cup my butt cheeks and lift me up and against him for firmly. We both let out sighs of pleasure as I felt my labia slide up the length of his thick shaft. I suddenly had renewed appreciation for his wiry, yet muscular body. I wasn't exactly a lightweight with my zaftig figure, but between his recently muscled up form and maybe the excitement of getting to fuck me again, Scotty seemed to have no problem picking me up.

I spread my legs around his waist and as the bulbous head of his cock pressed between my pussy lips, I rolled my hips and squirmed anxiously until I felt his thick cock head slip into the opening of my cunt. "Oh yes, Scotty, love," I panted hungrily, "Fuck Momma now!"

My head spun as I felt us begin to move backwards. We tilted for a brief second and then I heard the bedroom door slam and I realized that Scotty had kicked it closed just as we crashed into it, my breath being driven from me from the impact and from the incredible sensation of my son's cock sliding deep into my wet pussy!

It felt incredible feeling Scotty's pussy so deep in me, driven there by his thrusting efforts and by the sheer force of gravity. With his fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks of my ass, my son rammed his cock into me again and again even as his tongue wrestled with mine, taking me closer to orgasm stroke by sweet stroke. Scotty wasn't smooth about it -- he was shaking with desire and anxiousness, his body speaking of his eagerness to both please me and to simply be with me.

Anyone who's ever fucked standing up will tell you it's not something you can do for long, no matter what shape you're in and finally, realizing he was close to the limits of his endurance, my son grunted with effort and carried me, still impaled on his cock to his bed which I noticed for the first time, had the covers drawn and a couple of my candles sitting on his bedside table, lit in a sweet effort to add to the ambiance.

Gently, as if I was the most precious thing alive, Scotty sat me down on the bed, it's high sitting mattress leaving us perfectly positioned as I kept my legs wrapped around his buttocks while he remained standing and gasping, "Mom...love fucking your pussy, Mom!" as he began to fuck me hard and fast.

I was helpless to do anything but lay back and take his thick cock -- not that I'd have changed a thing as I was drowning happily in an ocean of incestuous pleasure, enraptured by the sweet, hungry smile on my son's face as well as the sensation of his hands now caressing and mauling my breasts and the feeling of his cock filling me up again and again.

"Fuck me, Scotty!" I whimpered as an incestuous orgasm crashed down on me. "Fuck your Mom hard...she loves you so much, son!" Then I was gone, lost in the storm of utter pleasure, aware of only my body, writhing with ecstatic torment and of my first born, bringer of such incredible carnal joy who was fucking me so earnestly and lovingly.

When the madness of orgasm had receded, I discovered that my son had literally fucked me across the bed -- bedspread and sheets in a tangle and my head more or less pointing towards the brass filigree of his head board. My legs were draped over his shoulders and I was curled up below his thrusting body enough so that he could alternate between licking and sucking at my throbbing nipples and giving me wet, sloppy kisses. Through it all, was his never ceasing cock, driving into me with the vigor that only a young man could muster. Whenever his lips were free of my body, he was moaning, "Mom...love to fuck you, Mom...love you, Mom!"

I reached up with my hands and ran my fingers through Scotty's sweat soaked hair, guiding his face to my lips and then to my breasts, reveling in the touch of my son's tongue and lips. "I. Love. You. Too. Scotty!" I gasped, near breathless from his forceful and wonderful thrusts, his throbbing cock opening me up and yet making me feel so damn full.

Tears began streaming down my face again as they had last night as the sheer power of how my son made me feel overwhelmed me even as another orgasm overwhelmed me, reducing me to a babbling blob of human flesh being torn asunder by unimaginable pleasure!

All the love that I had for my son seemed to well up from inside me -- flashes of his birth and holding him for the first time, hearing his first word as he looked up at me from his crib, smiling and cooing, "Ma-ma," fixing his inevitable scrapes and scratches as a youngster, struggling to help him cope with his disabilities, being so proud of his teenage triumphs and so amused at his endless conflicts with his sister -- all those memories building up to the new plateau he and I were now on and turning the powerful and ever growing maternal love that I had for my firstborn into something infinitely greater -- something that coupled familial love with sexual passion that took us to a world of sheer carnal bliss!

"Mom...oh, oh, Mom!" Scotty stammered and I felt him thrust hard and deep, his wonderful cock burying itself inside my pussy and then he exploded, his cock head swelling without warning and then my son was filling me with his hot semen, thick jets of his creamy and fiery seed that for a sweet slice of eternity seemed like it would never stop, making me feel utterly complete, both as a woman and a mother.

"YESSSSSSssssssss," I cried out, my voice withering away in the throes of my orgasm. "Oh, yes, son, Mommy loves you too!" Together as mother and son, we clung together, riding out our incestuous orgasm, merging for all too brief a time as one being of purest love -- two hearts beating as one, two minds joined as one in the name of absolute love and adoration.

Finally, our ecstasy began to recede, leaving us still joined and still loving each other, happy in our joy. I lay spent, but exhausted under my son, feeling his semen hot and warm in me, triggering for the first time in a long time the urge to give my lover a child for all the pleasure I had been given. I giggled through my gasps and tears at the thought of being a mother again and by my own son at that.

"Mom...are you okay, Mom?" Scotty, gasped, his body still trembling at the intensity of our shared climax.

I nodded and kissed him long and hard before answering, "I'm fine, son. Mom's just been having some naughty thoughts."

My son smiled down at me, his weight feeling good on me, especially as he discovered he could give me sweet aftershocks of pleasure by gently thrusting forward with his still mostly hard cock buried in my cum filled cunt. "Mom...this isn't ever going to end, is it. You and I are going to fuck and love each other forever, aren't we, Mom?"

He said it with such love and eagerness, it kept me teary-eyed with all the powerful love I was feeling for him. "Yes, Scotty. You and I are going to be naughty lovers forever and ever."

Scotty smiled and buried his face between my still heaving breasts, sighing happily as I considered the truth of my words. After a few minutes, my son's breath became more even and I realized he'd fallen asleep, his still semi-erect cock still inside me. He moaned softly as I flexed my pussy muscles around his wonderful penis.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me, but it came slow as my mind was filled with such naughty thoughts. I heard a cry from elsewhere in the house, recognizing it immediately as the sound of Jilly being pleasured by her father. I smiled at the image of John, my beloved husband, between our daughter's widespread legs, making love to her for the first time of many today. My thoughts drifted to all the naughty things our family might do before day's end and all the naughty things our family would discover in the days, months and years ahead. Images of Sindy, Diana -- our daughter's best friend and even the motel clerk, Madiya, entered my thoughts and the naughty ways they might interact with us.

I went to sleep with my arms and legs wrapped tightly around my son, thinking and dreaming of our naughty family and the new, deep reservoirs of love that we had discovered and the naughty adventures that awaited us.​