This chapter contains incestuous lesbian sex. It also has some urine play as well. If you are turned off or otherwise disgusted by this sort of thing, I don't recommend that you read my story. Otherwise, I hope that you are aroused and entertained by my story.
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Alone with her son Neil in the dining room, Jean was worried that her daughter Denise might return from the bathroom sooner than expected. However, Neil didn't seem to share her concern.
"Ready for me to make good on my promise?" Neil asked his mother, referring to his obligation from that morning to give his mother an orgasm. Without waiting for an answer, he wrapped his arms around her body until he could firmly fondle Jean's massive breasts.
"Jesus Neil, what if your sister walked in right now?" Jean demanded with a worried tone. Her eyes never left the hallway that connected the dining room to her children's bedrooms.
Breathing in the scent of his mother's hair whilst he groped her body, Denise was the farthest thing from his thoughts. His cock had quickly become rigid, and he began to lightly hump his mother's behind with it.
"You're not doing it in my ass again tonight," Jean informed him sounding absurdly motherly for what she was saying, "I'm still too sore from this morning."
Knowing how Jean seemed to get off on being dominated, Neil gruffly replied, "I'll stick my dick wherever I damn well please Mommy." Jean shuddered in reply, and goosebumps began to break out on her arms.
Neil allowed his hands to caress down her stomach until he felt the clasp on her pants. He undid the clasp, and began to pull her pants down, exposing her pink panties as he did so. He began to kneel in behind her as her pants traveled towards the floor.
"Oh, Neil! I'm not sure about this," Jean said with a tremor. She made no move to stop him when he turned her around until his face was even with her crotch.
Leaning his mother back against the table, he placed two fingers inside her panties. One of his fingers brushed against Jean's clitoris, and she made a slight moan. Pushing aside her panties, he began to nibble around her clit. His tender ministrations were driving Jean wild.
With his other hand, Neil clawed his fingers into her butt, pushing her all the while more squarely against his mouth. Jean was beginning to give in to the pleasure.
Suddenly, they heard the toilet flushing. All at once, Neil was trying to pull his mother's pants back up, but her hips resisted and she ended up falling flat back on the table. In a panic, Jean clawed her pants upwards to cover her exposure.
There was the sound of a door opening, followed quickly by another one being slammed shut. Both Neil and Jean let out a sigh of relief as their crisis was adverted. Neil chuckled lightly, and moved towards his mother as if he were ready to continue their evening tryst.
"Hold on Neil," Jean commanded, "we can't risk being caught." Something in her tone of voice told Neil that she was firmly set in her course this time. "We'll just have to wait until Denise is out of the house again."
Although disappointed, Neil understood completely. Without a single argument, he conceded. As he headed off to his own room, he lingered briefly to kiss Jean firmly on the mouth. It was enough to make part of Jean want to say fuck the risks, but it was a very small part of her. Waiting until after Neil went down the hall to his room, Jean quietly made her way into her bedroom.
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About an hour later, Jean lay in bed unable to sleep. She kept thinking about the way her own son had kissed her on the lips. Particularly, she thought about the way he nibbled around her willing sex.
Frustrated at her inability to get the day's events out of her mind, Jean finally allowed her desire to convince her to do something she rarely ever did.
Jean began to touch herself.
At first, she firmly caressed her breasts in a futile attempt to mimic Neil's strong grasping hands. After a moment of this, Jean decided that while it was arousing, she would just let Neil do it for her later. Instead, she tickled her fingers down across her navel until they reached the barrier of her pajama bottoms. Reaching underneath, she began to rub herself in tight little circles.
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Having watched through the clips on her computer a second time, Denise came to a perfectly titillating conclusion.
Neil had promised her mother that he would repay her with an orgasm that night.
"They're probably in Mom's room right now fucking like bunnies as I watch the video," Denise said to herself quietly.
Denise still felt quite horny after having masturbated herself to orgasm a handful of times this evening. The prospect of her mother and her brother having incestuous sex left her with the most delicious feelings throughout her body. She knew that the only thing that would quench her lust was to catch them in the act.
With firm resolve, she stood up and began to grab her panties to put them back on. Then with sudden inspiration she threw them to the side. The thought of walking in on them half nude made her already wet pussy become a little more moist.
On a final impulse, Denise grabbed her now fully charged camera. Maybe she could make some of what her brother called "wank material" while she intruded on her family's sexual romp.
Thinking about her brother, she realized that Neil was going to be the hard one to deal with. Somehow, she had to establish her own domination over him, otherwise he was likely to treat her the same way as her mother. While not really opposed to playing submissive, Denise felt it would send the wrong message if she let Neil be the boss from the start. Maybe later they could swap roles for fun, but for now, she was intent on being in control.
Denise quietly left her room and stalked through the halls towards her parent's bedroom. The cool night air snuggled around her, causing goosebumps to form on her exposed lower half. She was feeling more erotically charged with every step she took.
Finally arriving at the closed door to her parent's room, she was awarded with sounds of lustful moans from the other side. Silently she congratulated herself on the correctness of her guess. All that separated her from satiating her sexual desire was a single wooden door.
Being careful not to make any noise, she turned the knob, and pushed the door inwards. She brought her camera to focus upon the spectacle before her.
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As Jean continued to play with herself, she began to fantasize about the events that transpired that morning. As much as she was loath to admit it, Jean rather liked the rough treatment her son gave her during their sexual encounters, particularly the spanking. She hadn't enjoyed their anal romp as much as Neil obviously did, but Jean would submit to almost any of his desires.
No longer pleased with her fingers, Jean rolled onto her belly and began humping her crotch against her bed covers. Not satisfied with this either, she glanced around with hopes of finding something to pleasure herself with.
Spotting her pillow, Jean suddenly recalled the time when she had caught Denise humping her pillow. She had scolded her rather harshly at the time, but now the memory was welcomed with pleasure.
Wishing to be fully nude for what she was about to do, she lifted her pajama top over her head, allowing her massive mammaries to be exposed to the cool air. Then she impatiently kicked off her bottoms. Grabbing the pillow, and facing away from the door, she placed it between her thighs. Never having done it like this, Jean wasn't exactly sure what to expect. Slowly she rubbed her pussy along the length of the pillow.
"Good God!" she moaned as she basked in the sensations that were flowing from her pussy up into her belly, "No wonder Denise did it this way." Grabbing the covers beside her, she began thrusting back and forth in smooth long motions. Jean would never in a million years be able to describe what this act was doing to her, but it was tantalizing.
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Still standing in the hallway, Denise had missed none of her mother's performance. Indeed, she was filming some rather sexy footage that began when her mother had first started to hump the pillow. Denise was surprised that Neil was nowhere to be found, but that didn't faze her. The show she was watching was just as sexy without him.
Denise was startled after Jean had mentioned her name, but refrained from giving away that she was in the room. Instead, she alternated between filming her mother's ass as it slid forward to shots of her mother's entire form fucking the pillow.
In her lust, Jean was oblivious to the presence of another person. Denise loved the fact that she was capturing her mother in her unguarded sensuality. The sight of her thrusting her hips into the pillow and grinding it backwards was very enticing indeed.
Changing her rhythm, Jean began rotating her pussy in circles across the pillow. The sight of her mother's luscious ass gyrating on the pillow was almost more than Denise could take. Being extremely careful, Denise made her way into a room to get a better shot of her mother's large breasts jiggling through the air. Part of Denise wanted to stick her face in between those tits and just let them pummel her.
Suddenly, Jean lifted her ass into the air and brought her hand down to her pussy. There was something fiercely animalistic in the way she pummeled her pussy in order to get off. Denise almost had an orgasm just watching her mother's antics.
Caught up in her imagination, Jean suddenly gasped, "Spank my ass Neil! Spank Mommy's butt! Mommy's been a bad girl Neil! Spank Mommy's fucking ass!"
