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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.
This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.
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She was erotically ensnared by them.
The naked voyeur watched the two lovers, also nude, literally on the edge of her seat. She was captivated, seduced by their smoldering glares at one another, their heightened breathing (which easily matched the voyeur's), the tender caresses they gave each other, and the agonizingly slow kiss they shared.
She gulped at the wet, lingering, parting touch of the two withdrawing tongues.
Watcher took hold of one of her own breasts. She cupped the heaving globe, massaging it for self-pleasure and a mild attempt to be in sexual synch with the lovers' hands which were palming each other's thighs, hips, and legs.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed as her audience's fingers were moving toward their open, inner thighs.
The voyeur's own legs parted, in fervent preparation for the enthusiastic digits of her other hand. Her hairless pussy was rapidly moistening. The flat of her hand seared over the throbbing mons pubis, anxiously rubbing in circles the enflamed labia.
The couple's mouths reconnected. This time the smooch was a bit more urgent. Their tongues also enjoyed a reunion, hastily touching and rolling over each other.
"Aaahhh!" one lover huskily sighed.
"Ohhh!" the other moaned.
They knew she was there, viewing them. They were salaciously and provocatively lost within each other, their individual and mutual arousal exacerbated by Watcher's presence.
Seeing the growing intensity and passion between her two audience members got the voyeur's own libido revved up. She now plied apart her own gooey cuntal lips. First her middle then her index fingers delved into the simmering, elated nook.
Her other hand was caring for a hard nipple, pulling and tweaking the upright cherry nub.
When she felt she had a copious amount of her own vaginal sap, Abby Dante removed her hand from her pussy and put her creamy fingers to her awaiting mouth.
"Hmmmm!" she hissed, relishing her own tangy sauce.
It was the weekend after her girlfriend and lover, Nancy Scanlon, fingered her to a glorious climax in the club, The Ladies Room. The two eye-catching, busty co-eds had already been enjoying Sapphic love for close to a year. The orgasm had been achieved primarily by Scanlon's revelation to her that Nancy and her mother, Rita, had very recently become lovers. On top of the already-monumental, taboo disclosure, Nancy informed her girlfriend that her mother found Abigail extremely attractive and floated the idea of the three of them enjoying each other.
The night was capped off by a sweaty, torrid threesome in the club between the girls and male stripper extraordinaire, Bobby Threads. It provided the 20-year old Dante with her second climax in one night. This was one of several first carnal firsts for her.
That night was also her first exposure to
consensual
incest between adults. She was also never enjoyed sexual pleasure in public—initially by her lover, and then with her first ménage à trois. She also zestfully enjoyed being a voyeur to her two playgoers when they paired off.
"You had to see, hear, and feel Abby that night, Mom..." Nancy verbally tantalized the writhing, naked Rita. "...and taste and smell her!"
The younger Scanlon's hand was slowly, sensually massaging the parental vagina. The palm and flat of her fingers glided through the neatly trimmed patch of red pubic hair, down the slippery slope, over the buttery lips, and spreading the brewing ambrosia all over the exuberant groin.
"I was rubbing her pussy under her dress, through her panties as I told her about us."
Nancy was now doing the same thing to her mother—only without the flimsy covering of overpriced female underwear.
Breathing like she just won a marathon, the MILFy redhead stared desperately at her only child.
"What did Amy do? Say?" she huskily begged.
The hottie smiled.
"She insisted I don't stop."
Rita, an incredibly striking, 43-year old, curvy cougar with wavy, red shoulder length hair, glared at her daughter.
"I asked," the younger Scanlon dragging out the recollection of the uber-hot banter between her and Amy the prior weekend, "if she meant what I was doing to her or relaying our special love. She said both."
"Ahhhhhh!" the mature babe groaned in lustful glory.
Mom's libido was immensely stoked at hearing her daughter's lover was turned on by their forbidden relationship. She wantonly undulated her hot and horny vulva against Nancy's palm.
The youthful coquette sexily glanced at her girlfriend and voyeur. Their eyes locked onto one another. Then the 22-year old lass, with an impish grin, hooked her middle finger and shoved it up and into the willing, sodden, dripping gash.
"Uggghhhhh!" Rita grunted.
Abby wanted to moan with the parent but she couldn't. She was like a deer caught in the headlights, spellbound at the etched-up heat between mother and daughter.
The youthful, feverish digit went to town, wildly pumping in and out Rita's juicy, squishy muff.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes, Nancy! That's it, honey! Finger fuck me! Oh yes! Yessss!"
As she pleasured her mom, Nancy's large breasts heaved and jiggled. The nipples were upright like two, swollen darkish pink berries yearning to be tasted. Her fuzzy, pubic racing stripe was matted down from her flowing oils, which also shellacked her inner thighs.
She looked again at the brunette. Her titillation was heightened when she saw Abs masturbating again. Nancy stared at Dante's palm, briskly scouring the entire mons Venus area, then shifting to where the flats of her fingers were sliding up and down the throbbing, wet, and chubby labia.
Nancy turned on the power, finger-fucking her mother with heightened energy and passion, while suddenly dropping her head to nurse the same nipple she enjoyed over two decades ago.
"Uggghhh! Fuck!" the cougar gasped.
Abby also throatily chimed in.
"Oh, shit!"
Dante's self-pleasure also escalated. She feverishly, brazenly smeared her upswelling nectar all over her pulsating crotch. She also fondled one of her generous, billowy tits. She vigorously cupped the mammary's circumference, devoted equal time to squeezing the hard and bobbing eraser-like teat.
"Ohhhh, Nancy, Rita! This is so fucking hot!" she obscenely surmised.
The tongue of the youthful tart was fever-pitched in its licking and suckling of the swollen, illicit nipple. Nancy's oral campaign was a mixture of wild laps, very gentile biting, and decadent slurps of the top quarter of Rita's large breast. This was all concurrent with the tameless fingering she was bestowing on the maternal pussy.
Abigail was getting envious. Not of her lover and her mother. She was envious, for the moment, at being just a voyeur. The hot and bothered brunette didn't want to be a lewd armchair quarterback any longer. She wanted in the game—and she wanted it now!
The two sexy ladies were lost in their coital moment but felt movement on the mattress. They looked at the bottom of the bed, seeing Abby slinking her way up toward them like a stalking lioness. Dante crawled on all fours, her pebble-like nipples skimming over the bed cover and maximizing her stimulus. Her back was gracefully arched with her pretty, shapely butt up in the air, her delicious hips moving to and fro.
It was the Scanlons' turn to be hedonistically mesmerized. Nancy still had her finger in her mom's gash, but stopped suckling. Rita had also ceased humping. They were not expecting such a bold, carnal move by their guest. Their intention was to welcome Abs into their bed after they finished their illicit coupling.
Rita's and Nancy's breathing became heavier, akin to two gorillas in the wild. They watched Dante's catlike motions, The two noticed and adored her confident, seductive look, complete with glazed-over eyes and a sinful smile.
Abigail stopped between Mrs. Scanlon's open legs, eyeing the two women, teasing them so they wondered what she would do or who she would go to first. The former voyeur took hold of her friend's wrist, the one whose hand was connected to the cougar's spasming orifice, and gently pulled it so that the finger was removed from the pleasured clam.
"Ohhh!" the matriarch sounded, mostly disappointed much like a child who received nothing on Christmas.
Abs stared at her lover's hand, shiny—especially the intrepid finger—with mommy's wet goodness.
The three babes, sounding like a chorus of asthmatics, ogled Nancy's palm and digits. Dante licked her own lips. She shifted her lusty gaze to her bedmates.
A thrill ran up Abby's spine as she assumed the role of seducer, of tantalizer. She saw the equally buxom pair of familial breasts quickly rising and falling, evidence of their silent, tawdry anticipation. Their primal, wide-eyed looks also added to the web of sensualistic agony she was spinning for them.
She didn't want either of them to scream, or vocalize their inability to absorb any more titillating suspense. Dante brought the greasy paw close to her mouth, her tongue slithering out to apply an extravagant lick. Starting from Nancy's wrist, the flat of the tongue inched up and then swirled over the palm, eagerly, lustily savoring the heady, mature residue.
"Aaahhh!" the daughter bawdily cooed.
It was Abigail's second serving of another woman's juices. It hit her X-rated taste buds like a 2 X 4. She would always cherish Nancy's sauce, especially since it was her first lesbian love. But the rich, tanginess of the MILF'S pussy had her toes tapping. She knew the sudden appeal was largely based on the incestuous element. But Dante also never had savored another woman's ambrosia—especially an older, stunning woman's ambrosia.
