This is my first published story! It should be a series of standalone chapters, each having a specific plot, with characters progressing as we go. I wrote this for my own amusement, so please don't expect professional work, it's like a B-movie. English is not my first language and the material was edited by Todger65, thank you kind Sir! Evian - thanks for the tips you gave me!
Disclaimer: This story is incest fiction, all characters are fiction, all ages over 18.
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The Amoral Family, Chapter 1
A DAY WITHOUT INTERNET
"Oh, you're up!" Anita noticed gently stroking her husband's semi-erect cock.
"Well, now I fucking am..." he replied in a sleepy, just-been-awoken voice. Martin turned to his beautiful wife, only to notice she had a phone in her other hand, fixated to whatever she browsed at a moment. Seeing white letters on the dark background made no doubt what site she was on. "Are you reading incest stories again?" he asked as if he didn't know the answer.
"Yeeeah..." she replied as if she was caught doing something just a little bit dirty. Which was sort of half truth. The thing is, her husband Martin knew all about her incest kink, how she loved to read stories online or roleplay in chatrooms... even watch those fake step-incest videos on porntubes. He didn't mind it, although found her fascination with that kind of family ties extremely silly. Anita tried to evoke in him the love for the subject numerous times, but stumbled a cold ground with each try. Her husband's stand was incest is not healthy and is definitely not something he'd approve. "Sooo... I'm reading this story where a mother found her..."
"Anita, please..." Martin interrupted her. "You know I don't like that shit." he said laughing to lift the weight from the given statement. What he said was true, but he approved of his wife indulging her kink as long as it stayed only a fantasy.
"Okey Dokey, hon..." she smiled and turned off her smartphone screen, then rolled towards Martin and kissed him on the mouth, gently probing his lips with her tongue. While doing it she snuggled up against his body, rubbing her pussy over his leg, breasts against his chest. They loved any physical contact with each other, the flame that had their marriage burning in passion.
In those incest stories Anita Amore loved to read, 42 year old women were sometimes described as "still looking young for her age" as if that's something unusual. Sure, women gain some weight or neglect their diet, and don't exercise, but if you put some effort into keeping your body young and healthy - it will stay young and healthy. Natural blonde, slim and fit, with firm B cups, Anita was proud about her looks, not because it pulled the attention of both men and women, her reasons were an inner kind of vain. She simply adored the aesthetics of looking good, as simple as it might be. A few years ago she permanently removed her pubes, which gave her pussy a nice and fresh look. Nobody would think this vagina gave birth to her three children.
Her husband Martin, was older than her by seven years and absolutely adored his sexy wife. Just like her, he kept himself in shape with regular workouts at a gym, although a tiny beer belly was showing on his slightly hairy body, which can be considered a part of his charm. The only thing he regularly shaved was his pubes, a request from Anita he gladly obliged.
"Mmm..."...because he gets this every day. Still kissing, his wife was stroking his fully erect 8 inch cock, caressing it up and down, moving her hand over his smooth balls.
"Time to get up, babe..." she said smiling, pulling her body from his. If they start fucking now they'll miss half of the day. Not that it would be bad, but there are things to do around the house, especially on Sunday. Not something complicated, but simple chores they shared, like house work that was neglected during the work week.
Martin owned a local carpentry shop that produced custom made furniture for mostly upper class clients, with five employees under his pay. Four of them were actual craftsmen who worked in the shop, the fifth one being Anita, who served as a sales and customer liaison. Most days she worked from home, or visited customers to talk about their wishes, orders, or final delivery. All in all - a small family firm that provided them with a nice life, with no financial worries or such.
"What, you're gonna leave me like this?" he asked, pointing to his dick, with a stream of precum just squirted from the top.
"Later..." the wife smiled and licked it all in one take, giving herself some sweet taste of her husband's juice. Precum was nice, cum is even nicer, but as she told him, they'll have time for that later. She got up from the bed and picked up her phone to close the story she was reading, but... "Strange, no data..." she noticed once she unlocked it. "Whatever." she concluded unencumbered, throwing the phone on the bed and picking up a night robe from the chair. As soon as she wore it, Anita walked out from their master bedroom.
Right across the hall was her younger daughter, 18 year old Livia's room. As they rarely closed the doors around the house, she simply walked naked into it, finding her still sleeping on the bed. The girl was a younger version of her, blonde and skinny. The only difference was Liv was almost flat, her tits wouldn't pass for A cups. But the girl didn't mind that, she loved her body the way it is, which may be an understatement considering how much she loved to play with herself.
Since nudity and nudism were encouraged inside the Amore family, just like both parents, their children usually slept naked. With hot summer nights they mostly slept uncovered, like Livia at the moment, with sheets crumpled up at the bottom of the bed. Her legs were slightly spread, with her hand between them, and an index finger inside her bald pussy. Something like a masturbation pacifier to keep her calm overnight. When her mother bent over her to give her a wake up kiss, the lips on lips touch woke her up and brought a smile to her face.
"Morning sweetie..." Anita gave her daughter a smile back, which was followed by another sweet kiss right on daughter's lips. Without hesitation, as soon as their mouths touched, the girl stuck her tongue out, searching for her mom's to play with. Her mother gave her some tongue but soon broke the kiss. Livia pulled the sheet to hide her pussy and her hand, still on the crotch and started moving it, discreetly rubbing and fingering. Her mother smiled, thinking how Liv wants to hide the obvious. "How did you sleep, honey?"
"Fine..." the girl replied softly. "What's that taste in your mouth, Mom?" she asked.
Well it's your Daddy's cum, dear - would have been the honest answer. Precum, technically speaking. Her daughter's daring question required an answer Anita didn't want to give, as it would imply giving her a teaser taste of her father's cum. "It's none of your business, sweetie." she answered smiling, avoiding any further discussion.
"What's wrong with the wifi?" Livia asked as she picked up her phone, casually spreading her legs even wider, with fingers rubbing her clit and randomly probing inside her tight teen pussy.
"Think it's down." Anita replied, walking out of her daughter's room. "Get up, you'll play later..."
The upper floor of their house had four rooms and a bathroom. At the other end of the hallway there were the other two rooms, occupied by her son and older daughter. As Anita passed by, her attention caught the sight inside her son, 22 years old Alan's room.
The oldest of Amore children had something that can be called a "special condition". It wasn't something that endangered his life, but for sure made it hard to handle in certain situations - and tended to be quite uncomfortable. The thing is - he had a 12inch cock and a very, VERY high sex drive. Most men get relief once they achieve an orgasm, whether by sex or masturbation, but it wasn't the case with Alan. Orgasm is nothing to him, he cums as if nothing happened, unloads the excessive amount of cum and is still as horny as he was before. Between a series of girlfriends that try to keep pace with his sex drive, he spends most of the time at his laptop, watching porn and masturbating. The only problem tends to be while he's at work, doing a part time job in a local bar. Being busy there doesn't give him time to enjoy his sexual frolics, but at least he's occupied with something else besides his gigantic cock.
"What the fuck?" Alan said in a confused, angry voice, looking at his laptop screen. Anita saw him from the hall sitting in his gaming chair, in a t-shirt and gym shorts, with the usual tent rising from the front. A huge tent. It was no longer a big deal for anyone in the family, as the physician explained about his condition - this would be a new normal both for him and people around him, so adapt.
"Oh yeah, the internet's down..." his mother gave him the intel on something he already figured out. The appearance of his mother surprised him a little, so he tried to fix his shorts, as if that helped to hide the hardon. "How come you're already up?" she asked and laughed because of the obvious pun she just made, the same one she made with her husband earlier.
"I just couldn't sleep..." he said, switching the attention to his beautiful mother, rotating the chair to face her. He wanted to stand up but she interrupted that by leaning towards him and giving him the similar good morning kiss as she just gave to his sister Livia. Mouth on mouth, moist and tender. It lasted a few seconds, for sure not enough for both of them. "Ammm... morning Mom..:" he whispered when their mouths parted, then continued what he wanted to say. "... I couldn't sleep so I intended to watch some... you know... stuff online... but nope... fucking internet!" he said, frustrated.
"Haha, calm down sweetie..." Anita told him in a caring voice. "It will come back sooner or later."
"But what the fuck am I supposed to do the whole day?" his frustration was still there. He watched his mom picking up his clothes from the floor that needed to be washed. Her night robe, loosely tied, revealed her body and being a very short design, her ass and crotch peeked from under the soft cloth.