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he scoffed, making my blood run cold, and fear for what he would say next gripped me as I tried to prepare myself for the pain that would follow from his attack Valeria and Raphael had warned me about this, it should not be as hard "Listen wife, you are just sex, there is no love, it is ust a need to fulfill between two adults not love so get your head out of whatever butterfly bull shit it is in and get real, i brought you here out of a need for revenge and now i learn that your father is the man that had my mother pimped out and reduced to a common sex slave?! We have never made love, its is just fucking!" he said before he stormed off in the night leavig my stupid heart bleeding as it w

I stood up to look at her, but she had her eyes closed. “I should stop, I can tell that you're tired.” “I am, but please don't stop.” She pleaded “I'll be quick,” I replied. I spread her legs apart a bit and inserted my penis inside her. She gasped and held onto the wall for support. The sex was short but intimate, we stood under the shower in silence for a while, as though we were going through a cleansing rite. *Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?” “Your Dad is having an affair with Julia.”

“But I think it’s a good idea.” “My mama and papa raised me and my sister with all our cousins in the same house, so I love the idea. Especially thinking Alessia would get to grow up the way I did, minus the pain, I feel relieved.” “I have always imagined a big family, so I wouldn’t complain.” “Have you and Eros planned on kids?” she asked enthusiastically and my smile disappeared. I gulped down the lump stuck in my throat. Kids? Eros had been in a relationship with another woman. I was the other woman in this scenario, the one he would never see as something more than a girl he married out of his wishes.

I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his fingers inside me, riding them shameless because I could not stop myself. My mind was spinning with how dirty it was, how wrong, knowing our parents were downstairs, knowing Emily had been flirting with him all day, and still I wanted him to keep going, to finger me until I came again, to prove I was the one he wanted. My nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his chest every time I moved, sending sparks straight down to my clit. He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

“Mommy loves stretching her daughter’s sloppy hole right after Daddy breeds it. Feel how full you are now. Your cunt is so wet and creamy with his cum. You are such a messy little whore. You are going to cum again for us aren’t you? Cum on Mommy’s big cock while you choke on Daddy’s dick like a good little incest whore. Squeeze it. Milk it. Show everyone how much you love being fucked by your own parents.” My body shook violently as another orgasm ripped through me even stronger than the first. I gagged hard around Marcus’s thrusting cock, drool running down my chin, and came again with my mind already fracturing under the filthy taboo pleasure of being used so brutally by both my mother and

The other just laughed, still completely spent. “You two’s fuckplay has fired me up,” Father growled, and grabbed his wife by the throat, forcing her to bend backwards over the counter, “though I prefer the front hole.” And he plunged in, rough and bestial. Jon couldn’t tear himself away. It was an erotic car wreck. There was a dark hilarity in watching a parent you despise get hate-fucked. Still, there was something fundamentally wrong about watching family members having sex. Okay, it was a natural biological urge everyone indulged in, but his instincts revolted at the sight of his parents below.

He repeated again. "F-Fuck," I stuttered out. My hips bucking when he started to suck on my swollen clit. The hot fire in my body erupting into sparks of pure ecstasy. My knees already threatening to buckle beneath the intense feeling. Julian and I had a deep connection that couldn't be compared to the one Gerwulf and I shared. Every fiber of my being the wolf had his tendrils wrapped around, solidifying the mate bond to it's fullest. I came undone around his fingers, walls tightening against his digits as I made a mess of his face within moments.

A one-on-one talk sitting in a table with a coffee in hand would be good, not in a bedroom with me writhing in pleasure! "He-he was my childhood sweetheart," I started, half panting. "That is the truth! We-we dated for several years and our relationship...ahhh...our-our relationship was...was on and off! Shit Eriol stop this please!" I begged in the end, not wanting his finger fucking get on my way of pouring out my past to him. "No. I will not stop. Continue Andrea. I want to hear more." And with that, he circled my clit, stimulating it, making me bite my bottom lip out of delirium. Picture me with measured breaths, trying to calm my lust by holding on tightly the white sheets.