hello! thank you for reading. feel free to skip down to the dotted line, this has nothing to do with the story, just a little something i wanted to say beforehand.
first things first, a public service announcement:
I do not believe that incest is a morally right thing to do. I have not nor will ever have any desire to engage in any kind of sexual activity with any of my immediate family members, and I am appalled that anyone finds their parents or siblings a suitable sexual partner. Or their underage children. Pedophilia is disgusting mental disorder and if that's what you look for in incest porn, get out. Everyone in my pornagraphic works is and will be 18 and above, thank you very much.
fuck, ok it's been a while. quite a bit longer than i would have hoped, but you all know how life is, getting in the way of things. stuff happened and the months just slipped away. i'm sorry. for those of you who have stuck around, thank you.
half of this section was written a few months ago and the rest was written recently. i don't know if anyone will be able to tell or if my writing style has really changed at all, but i suppose you'll be the judge of that.
i suppose i don't really know if anyone is reading these.
please enjoy, and leave a comment! i would love to hear some constructive criticism and improve my work.
-W
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Amanda woke up with a start. She looked wildly around the room. Empty. Thank god. She lifted up the cum stained sheets. There was no way she could explain to her husband why she'd spilled porridge all over herself during the night and hadn't cleaned it up.
Good lord. She'd passed right out after Eddy tucked her in bed. Last night had taken a lot out of her. Her pussy twitched, sending a shiver up her spine. Fuck, her legs were still numb.
She sat up and pressed her hand against her temple. What had she done? At this rate she was going to get pregnant. The urge to let Eddy cum inside her... she'd almost given in to it last night. Lord knows Eddy wouldn't have stopped. All she had to do was let him.
What had she been thinking? She couldn't even be fucking her son, much less considering having a baby with him.
Amanda shook her head and looked back down at the sheets. They needed to be cleaned. She stripped the blankets off the bed and gathered them in her arms. A fat glob of cum fell onto her fingers. Without thinking, she licked it up.
"Mmmmm," she groaned. It tasted so good her toes curled. The thought crossed her mind that Eddy's cum should have dried overnight. A normal man's would have. But Eddy wasn't normal. Fuck, a normal man shouldn't have cum four cups in one orgasm. Amanda concluded that it was too thick to evaporate fully.
Another thought crossed Amanda's mind. Her husband's cum was so thin and sour smelling, he wouldn't have known what this substance was if he drank it. A smile tugged at her lips as she imagined him taking a sip out of a cum spiked coffee and his expression souring.
Amanda scooped up some more cum and slurped it up. She wanted more, but that meant coaxing it out its original source. And that was no longer an option. Amanda had shown that she couldn't control herself. And neither could Eddy for that matter. Give either of them an inch and they would take a mile. (or at least a foot deep into her pussy! hey-o!)
She gathered the bedding in her arms and brought it downstairs. On her way down the steps, she ran into her husband, who looked tired and weary.
Immediately, Amanda's stomach lurched at the sight of him. But she reassured herself that she was doing nothing out of the ordinary. Just taking the bedding down for a wash. Nothing out of the ordinary indeed. Except for the heavy smell of cum in the air. And on her breath.
"Where were you last night?" she said haughtily. It was best to go on the offense. To have him answer so many of her questions he forgot to ask his.
"Bar," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Where did you sleep?" Her tone became concerned. He didn't collapse in a pile of trash again did he? She took an experimentary whiff. He didn't smell like it.
"In my car." He shuffled past her. "I'm just stopping by to grab some papers from my office."
Amanda sniffed again, this time in disgust. His office? His man-cave more like. The one place in the house Amanda wasn't allowed to clean. Unfortunately, her husband didn't clean it until Amanda could smell it through the door. She turned and headed down to the washroom. It hadn't really been a close call, he was too tired to even notice the smell. But Amanda's heart pounded in her ears. The smell of Eddy's cum invaded her nostrils. How could her husband not smell it? It was so pungent.
As Amanda tossed her sheets in the washer and turned the knob, she thought about Eddy's cock. Not sexually. She wasn't thinking about how long and hard it was. Or how it always managed to pound against her g-spot in the best way, then stuff itself into her womb. Amadna's pussy fluttered, the ghostly memory of the many orgasms from last night shaking her core. Her legs were still wobbly.
She sat down on a footstool. Okay. Maybe she was thinking about that. But that was just part of the problem she had been getting to earlier. Her son had a nice cock. A little bit
too
nice. Amanda didn't know if she would be able to control herself around the damn thing, so she needed to have a backup plan.
...
Thirty minutes later, Amanda was shopping at a gas station she'd never been to before. And never again. Except if she had to buy more condoms. No. She wasn't supposed to use them, they were just supposed to be a backup plan in the unlikely situation she... got stuck in the washing machine?
Amanda sighed. No, these were going to be used. If not on her, then some other hapless girl (most likely her own daughter) who was entranced by that big throbbing cock.
She held two brands of condoms in her hands. Both the largest sizes, but one promised ultra-stretchy-anti-pregnancy-protection. The other was ribbed for her pleasure.
It had been years since Amanda fucked someone with a condom on. She always disliked them. She preferred the feeling of flesh on flesh. She wanted to feel every vein pulsing inside her. Pumping hot, viscous cum directly-- No. That was exactly the point of the condom. To
not
get pregnant.
Amanda realized she'd been standing there for quite some time. She was probably red in the face, staring at XXL condoms. People would probably think she was crazy. Thank God she decided to throw on a bra before going out. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds.
She dumped three boxes of each into her basket, which she had filled with more cum thickening foods, and hurried over to checkout. It seemed a bit counter-intuitive, but Amanda didn't care. The foods were for the taste, and the condoms were for safety. She was feeding her kink and calming herself at the same time.
The cashier grinned at her when she fished the condoms out of the grocery basket. Amanda flushed. She probably saw her staring at the condoms on the camera or something. They were the only two people in the store, so there wasn't much to deviate her attention.
"Damn. I was starting to think I was going to have to take these off the shelf." She said as she checked them out. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"I--" Amanda swallowed. She couldn't tell her. Even if she wanted to. Which she didn't.
But some part of her very much did. She wanted to brag. She wanted to gloat. She wanted to make this woman jealous. She wanted to... what? Bring her home and show him off? No. Heat rose to Amanda's face when she realized what she wanted her son to do to this woman. Amanda could no longer meet her eyes.
"Calm down sweetie!" The cashier laughed. "I'm just teasing. And a bit curious." She hummed to herself as she checked out the rest of Amanda's groceries. "The men in this town aren't exactly satisfying, if you know what I mean."
Yes. Yes, Amanda knew exactly what she meant. Her mind focused on her husband and her expression soured. Eddy was a diamond in the rough. He could definitely get some serious game in this town if he played his cards right.
Amanda's eyes managed to raise to the woman's breasts. They were large, maybe C-cups, but Amanda imagined them swelling larger, her belly bulging out to meet them.
