Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

Mothers often freak out when their children leave home for the last time. "Empty Nest Syndrome" they call it, making mothers "Empty Nesters". These women try to helicopter parent their kids when they should both be spreading their wings as individuals, when they should be taking advantage of time apart to really grow as humans.

I always thought that was pathetic, the Moms who proudly shared their dirty laundry online, a disappointing way to tell everyone that you don't have a life outside of your children, that your bedroom is dead, and you don't have enough hobbies.

My son, Lee, and daughter, April, left our home for the University of Wisconsin (Madison) a year apart. Lee two years ago, April last year, and I personally think that I took the separation well, at least at first...

I think I would've been fine forever, but for being a young(ish) single mother for their high school careers.

Flynn, their father, ran off with a young woman barely older than April, to go "follow his passion", whatever that meant.

We had met at his OB/GYN practice when I was a young, impressionable, malleable nurse. Over months of careful grooming, he gave me the attention I craved, and in return I became his sex toy. I indulged in his breeding kink, taking gallons of cum over the years -dripping his children out over the course of every workday- and eventually giving him two beautiful, amazing kids.

Overall he fulfilled his obligations, and never got tired of pounding my vagina full of his seed, but I suppose it stopped being fun once I was clear I didn't want more of his kids. He left a chunk of his savings, part of his 401k, and the house fully paid off to his credit, but that didn't mean that we forgave him.

I had to get Freshman April, and Sophomore Lee through the trauma of losing their relationship with their father, and having to grow up a little quicker than I would've liked. In the end, he returned to Green Bay, with a pregnant younger wife and a tan, the very definition of a scumbag.

I digress, when it came time to let my children go, to allow my babies to go off into the world all by themselves, I confess that my veneer of self-confidence cracked a little bit.

Immediately post-April moving into the dorms, I was fine. I finally took pilates to regain my pre-motherhood ass, started writing the novel I'd always wanted to pen, and took care of a thousand small chores that had permeated our house since the kids were young.

Cracked baseboard? Replaced.

Squeaky door? Oiled.

Drooping fence? Reposted.

All were made whole once again, and put back where they needed to be for...

For what? It was just me in a three bed, two bath house in Green Bay.

Sure, the kids came back for holidays, but with every loose floorboard I repaired, every faucet I plumbed, and every bolt I tightened, I began to question my resolve to not snoop on Lee & April's lives. I began to fall apart even as the material conditions of my home improved, with every screw I screwed, I came an equal but inverse amount of undone.

Slowly but surely, I descended into a deep depression, as only a long-time mother could know. I stopped working down my project list, I stopped spending time with friends and neighbors, and I started searching for a new way to get my dopamine. To desperately avoid my instinct to become a helicopter parent, I confess, I took a page out of Flynn's book and started exploring my sexuality- by which I mean I started watching a ton of porn.

At first, it was just run of the mill stuff. A young man and a young woman trying to jump atop each other competitively, moaning with exaggerated ecstasy. That felt a little disingenuous to me, but it was fine for a while.

I spent many evenings moaning, orgasming five, eight, ten times to the writhing of limbs and slapping of testicles, penises moving in and out of tight young holes. I got a special thrill at seeing creampies, remembering my ex-husband's big cock depositing its genetic load deep inside me. He was an asshole, but part of his kink seems to have rubbed off on me, and I always cum the hardest when condoms are not involved.

Written works from small creators were good, stories of eroticism and fantasy scenarios. I particularly enjoyed the fantasy of non-consent, the thought of being taken against my will arousing a kinky side of me that needed to be satiated. Reddit stuff was okay, but a little repetitive, the same clips posted time and time again with slowly worsening JPEG compression.

I found captions to be enjoyable, but the hit of BDSM and taboo scenarios with strangers soon waned as well. I started delving into amateurs, and into ever more risque detail before finally landing on Incest.

As a suburban mother, I was no stranger to the sexual developments of my childrens' lives.

Lee had spent the better part of high school splattering cum against the wall in his bedroom, or in his sheets, or in his boxers, or in the shower, or on the toilet.

April had kept a small vibrator in her underwear drawer, thinking I didn't know about it, and that I didn't hear her pleasuring herself at night.

Never before, though, had I considered them as fully sexually mature individuals, able to interact with me, and with one another, on a more level playing field. I spent days, weeks, browsing for incest content, searching for ever more arousing, ever more tantilizing, more "real" content to sate my shameful, lustful desires.

When it paired with my burgeoning breeding kink, I was particularly disgusted in myself. The combined "family" and "creampie" tags on pornhub were bookmarked in my browser, bringing me no end to shame- when I wasn't masturbating to them that is.

Truly, I felt far-gone, felt miserable and dirty, but still superior to those mothers who couldn't let their children go. I had let them go, I reasoned, and was simply exploring my sexuality as a thirty-nine year old.

Incest, thinking about Lee's big arms encircling me, or April's father taking her instead of the floozy he'd run off with, was just another kink to be explored.

My vagina was on fire, was hot with lust at the thought of something so taboo, of my young man's cock sliding in and out of me. Instead of cumming on the wall, shooting his load into his mother, spraying his genes deep into me.

One evening in particular, I was reclined in my office chair, fully nude, playing with myself one evening in March. Stories, captions, and "incest" videos scrolled past my face, already three orgasms deep, feeling the warm glow in my belly as I immersed myself in my lust and my taboo interests. That's when I came upon it, what I later came to call "the video".

It had one of your standard porn post names, something like "REAL - Brother and Sister Fuck IN HER DORM ROOM While Roommate is OUT - ACCIDENTAL CREAMPIE". I nearly scrolled past it, as it linked out to some sketchy third party website "IncestDaily.com", one of those that has a hundred popups and a thousand viruses reaching towards your computer.

However, something in the thumbnail stayed my hand, a familiar poster: "The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway", the very same production I'd taken April to in New York three years before. I studied the thumbnail, then clicked it.

As predicted, the IncestDaily site was not going to give up its secrets willingly, and it fought me, my headphones filling with moans several decibels higher than anticipated, and a shrieked ad from the popup filling my screen.

'DO YOU WANT TO CUM QUICK? CLICK HERE TO-' I banished it with a quick click of the x button, sighing to myself. I waded through the remaining chaff, clearing out a somewhat usable webpage, one of the many that permeated this kink, up for a month or a week, down the next, only to be replaced by a similarly-named webpage.

I clicked the small 'Play' triangle, and was greeted with another popup, offering all-natural male enhancement, and "THE FROTHIEST LOADS EVER", whatever that means. Not quite applicable.

I clicked through it, and pressed the triangle again. This time, I was greeted with a brief splash screen, proudly stating that this video was created by 'PervyAmy2005' on OnlyGirls. Clearly a rip of some girl's side hustle.

The camera was static, showing the bed and side of a dorm room I'd seen in the preview thumbnail on Reddit. A half-naked girl in a thong was adjusting the camera, tits jiggling as she messed with it, very amateur. She finally got it situated, and turned away, revealing a boy sitting on the bed behind her.

They were both giggling, and whispering quietly to one another. I gasped as I caught a glimpse of his face, his untidy shock of black hair framing his face as he looked towards the camera. It was only a brief, partial image, but I could've sworn I'd seen my son Lee. He was fully naked, his penis erect, pulsing as the girl (could it be April?!) leaned in to kiss him, face coming into the fuzzy frame as well for the briefest of moments, her equally dark mane tumbling like a waterfall over porcelain skin.

She reached down and stroked his throbbing erection, then climbed on top of him, facing away from the camera, whispering something into his ear. His hands cupped her ass, then reached up to pull her thong aside, allowing them to grind their genitals against one another.

I was in shock. I raised them better than this, surely!

Despite myself, I was getting wet. My weeks of incest porn addiction had dulled the part of my brain that was opposed to seeing my children, or pornstars whom I thought looked like my children, fuck.

I watched as April guided her brother up inside her, taking his cock into her pussy with practiced ease. His dick was quickly coated with her slick, shiny fluid, glistening in the harsh fluorescent dorm lighting. She was obviously excited to have him impale her, and he was obviously excited to be doing so, judging by the blood coursing through his penis as she started to bounce up and down on him. They both moaned loud enough to be caught on the tiny microphone in the camera.

I began to massage my clitoris, fingering myself as I watched my babies practice making babies with one another. Lee grunted and April gasped, he began to quicken his pace, grasping his sister by the hips he used her slit as his fuck toy, moving her up and down with lust and the strength of youth. Her asscheeks were moving as quickly as my fingers, her bouncing in time with the three digits which pleasured my sopping wet pussy.

April and I moaned in unison as I came violently, gasping and continuing to fuck myself.

I watched as Lee slammed his sister down, fully penetrating her, and as his testicles throbbed on the screen. April gasped, and continued to hump her brother, coaxing thick white seed from his shaft up into her waiting womb.

I hadn't seen a condom, my kids were fucking bareback for the whole internet to see, Lee pulsing his cum deep inside April's young slit. I heard April moan: 'Leeeee' as she slowed her humping and his softening penis drooped, flopping out of her creamy hole. A torrent of his genetic material came out after it, dripping down the side of her bedsheets, bedsheets I realized that I had purchased for her.

She was whispering angrily at him as he caressed her hips and ass, seemingly unbothered. '-told you to pull out!' she exclaimed as she dismounted her bed and went to retrieve the camera. She approached the viewfinder and spread her pussy lips from the front, showing his cum dripping out of her and down her thigh.

She was never the brightest, but knew that even an unwanted creampie is an opportunity to profit.

I sat there in my post-orgasmic bliss, until loud ads once again blasted into my eardrums:

'YOU WON'T LAST FIVE AND A HALF SECONDS PLAYING THIS GAME, TRY IT N-' I clicked the close button. Who has multiple ads before AND after a video? I closed the window after a moment, and opened a new one.

I had a new source to check for my kids' amateur incestuous content. OnlyGirls is an OnlyFans competitor which has even less moderation, even fewer standards, and an even more lascivious user base.

Naturally, I already had an account under the pseudonym 'Stacy_Hardwood99', a name that made me giggle when I thought it up, but which would provide perfect cover for delving deeper into my progeny's erotic exploits. I took a deep breath, then searched for the name I'd seen on the video, PervyAmy2005.

The page loaded, and immediately I was staring into my daughter's face, plastered all over the page, in various states of being covered in thick, white, creamy cum. She was usually with a man, whose face was obscured from view, obviously to typecast to her presumably male audience. The description of her page read:

'Do you like Incest, but want something real? My Brother and I have been making incest sex content for six months in our dorm rooms, and we want you to join us.

I love fucking my brother, taking his cock inside me, and sharing it on the internet. Take a look inside and gain instant access to over 100 videos, 50 livestreams and 500 photos instantly!

Now only $19.99 for Basic access, $49.99 to chat during live videos, and $69.99 for private sessions with us, to do whatever you want. See you soon <3'

I snorted, it was pretty terrible. Again, April had never been known for her creative writing, or really her grades in general. Learning was a love I'd never quite been able to impart to her.

Still, the offer was tantalizing to me. I paused, halfway to the $69.99 option.

Was this really what I wanted?

Sex work is obviously genuine work, but did I really want to see my kids engaging in it, and support their efforts in doing so?

I almost clicked off right then and there, but a video pop-up stayed my hand.

It was Lee and April fucking in his apartment. He was slamming in and out of her, and she was moaning and screaming in pleasure. He was wearing a condom in the video, but my heart beat faster nevertheless. This was happening, they were fucking constantly, making videos and images with each other with reckless abandon.

The rest of the internet could enjoy it, why not me?

I clicked the button, and gained full access to the archive. Three hours and a dozen orgasms later, I slumped back into my chair, enlightened as to their lovemaking, and my own perversion.

A number of considerations stood out to me from my perusal. I'd skimmed maybe half of their videos, and perhaps a quarter of their image sets.

Around half were solo April content, but there was definitely a slant to the engagements.

She was being directed, probably by Lee.

How to pose, what to say to her fans, and what to do with her body more generally.

When together, they always used condoms, with the exception of two videos I immediately searched for marked 'Creampie': the one I'd already seen in the rip, and one another.

It was clearly filmed in a public place, perhaps a music venue or live show, in the bathroom.

They were both being very quiet, April's dress hiked up over her waist, and Lee taking her from behind, pounding in and out of her as she looked back at him and the camera, mouth agape with pleasure, the slick sounds of sex filling the stall until he busted his seed up into her pussy.

She clearly enjoyed feeling him spurt his load inside, but was reproachful to him afterwards, as he lowered the camera to see the cum dripping from her. "I'm not on birth control!" she reproached, sending a jolt of pleasure through my pussy. I'd given three shuddering orgasms to that video before moving on.

My children were so close to breeding I could almost taste it.

Another thought struck me as I was showering, fatigued by my evening of pleasure.

They must have been doing this since she first started school.

That many photos, videos, and live streams don't appear overnight.

How had my sweet, innocent little girl done so many perverted things with her brother so quickly? Maybe they'd been fucking before she even left for college, perhaps while they were still in high school.

I began to rub my pussy once again under the warm streams of water.

Maybe Lee had stopped pumping his cock to porn, and started pumping it into his little sister, setting them up for a future of pornography on this sketchy, incestuous corner of the internet. I shuddered as I imagined his thick penis sliding inside his sister, penetrating her tight high school hole while he was home for Christmas break, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he pumped slowly in and out of her, his cock throbbing inside her formerly virginal hole.

She wouldn't have stopped him, she couldn't have even if she wanted to, but she wouldn't have wanted to stop him. I knew April, and she would do anything to make her older brother happy.

I came again, violently, almost falling in the shower as I imagined their copulation. I slowly sank to the floor of my bathroom, my orgasmic bliss fading, heedless of the crash of water on my bare skin.

I need to watch.

I need to 

 wait.

I need to join them.

That last thought rose unbidden to the top of my brain, tentative, but definitely the most exciting that I had considered that evening. 

------X------ 

In the days after finding my kids' pornos, I was utterly useless to anyone.

Half-conflicted, fully aroused, I pleasured myself in their rooms, bringing my toys into Lee's bed, then April's. I loved shuddering in time with their orgasms, dripping my pleasure into their sheets as I did so. I hoped that they'd smell my lust when they returned for their next break.

The semester hadn't yet started, they had worked in Madison over the summer, and intended to stay there until at least December, a full 5 months away.

At first, my most disgusting impulse- my desire to see my ex-husband's breeding kink overlap with my own children committing an incestuous sin- remained relegated to the realm of fantasy.

I joined a few live videos, watched April interact with her audience with an exaggerated 'sexy baby' voice that I found grating. She was constantly looking to Lee for her responses, and didn't have much stage presence, but her body was as beautiful as the day I'd pushed her out of my own. She was a performer in the physical sense, if not in the mental department.

Lee himself rarely interacted with their audience, although he was clearly the brains of the operation, most of his tasks on-camera were relegated to being a penis for his sister to impale herself upon.

They never really bothered to 'prove' that they were related. A few times they highlighted their facial similarities, but it was their banter, the affection that they had for one another, which really sold it to most. Naturally, I didn't need to be convinced, I already knew the truth of their relationship, and over time, I began to formulate a plan.

At the $69.99 tier of their membership, I received certain special privileges: A 'private session' (for everyone of the tier, which I considered a little deceptive marketing) video chat every week, and the ability to directly communicate what I wanted them to do during all of their live videos.

Needless to say, I began to exploit my children almost immediately.

The first time I messaged them, it was at the start of the fourth 'private session' I joined. A random Thursday night for two beautiful young people to expose themselves to the denizens of the internet, or at least the fifteen or so people who supported at their highest tier (including myself).

April was sitting on Lee's apartment couch, unsurprising considering she'd been staying with him while the dorms were closed over the summer. Lee sat beside her, both naked, both seemingly horny and ready to perform. She had her legs spread for the camera, and was slowly stroking his cock while watching the chat, and responding to softball questions and excited messages.

I took a deep breath.

There was no way they'd be able to identify me, I had nothing to worry about. Still, it took me almost five full minutes to start, my daughter grinning out of the computer at me as she yammered about their childhood, the childhood I'd given them.

Her stroking grew faster as she looked lovingly over towards her brother. "-Anyway, that's really the first time I saw that he loved me, and I've loved him ever since." Lee nodded in agreement, and she paused, looking at the chat. "What do you guys want to see tonight?" She bent over Lee and took his penis into her mouth.

A torrent of messages answered her. Despite being a supposedly 'exclusive' benefit of the $69.99 tier, there was an option to provide a tip to send your message to the top of the queue. Most figured they'd already paid enough, which they certainly had, but I decided to be the exception.

April heard the ding of a tipped message, and looked up, his dampened cock flopping against her distracted lips, her pale skin contrasting with the darker coloration of his cock. His member was visibly throbbing from the softness of her orifice, and I felt my own excitement building.

Tipped $10 message from Stacy_Hardwood99: "Would you guys do bareback tonight?"

April mouthed the message as she read it, my sweet little girl didn't go into social work because she was a literary virtuoso, and her reading comprehension left something to be desired. "Bareback..." She looked up at Lee, waiting for him to respond.

The chat had seen my message, and clamored their agreement. They hadn't done a bareback scene in weeks, but she obviously had some level of trepidation about it.

Lee's cock pulsed as he read the message, clearly craving the feeling of his sister's bare pussy over using the condom which sat on the side table nearby. "We could do Plan B?" He whispered, cajoling her even as she pursed her lips in annoyance.

Tipped $20 message from Stacy_Hardwood99: "Indulge our inbreeding kinks, you know it feels better!"

I took my place as the speaker for the private chat members, my second message encouraging, weedling, tempting, along with the dollars that my kids craved.

April hesitated, but slowly nodded, taking his penis back into her mouth as he groaned in pleasure.

After a minute more of fellatio, they finally got on with it.

I began to pleasure myself in Lee's bed, watching them copulate with evident desire. This was something that normal pornstars couldn't fake, a true need, a true craving for one another's bodies.

April moaned, gasped, and whimpered as she bounced on Lee's bare cock. Soon, he needed more, and flipped her onto her back, the camera focused on her pussy being split with his penis as she squealed in surprise. He jackhammered in and out of her, fully engorged with the excitement of fucking his sister bareback.

He was really enjoying himself, I could tell, I was too as I squirted onto his bedspread, moaning in unison with my kids having sex on my screen.

I absently wondered if breeding kinks were hereditary as my orgasm crashed over me. Flynn loved breeding, that's why he became an obstetrician in the first place, and in that moment his son was certainly living up to his legacy.

Lee groaned, and April's moans reached a crescendo, I watched open-mouthed as my baby boy plunged into his little sister, bottoming out inside her, his cockhead probably pressing against her cervix as he began to pump his sperm inside. His shaft throbbed rope after rope of cum into April's tight slit, her body shaking as she felt his pleasure fill her.

Her pussy was sealed in by his member until he moaned, thrusting slowly, allowing his love to begin dribbling out of her, globules slowly leaking out as they kissed tenderly, lovingly.

I felt myself floating, this was right, this was how it was supposed to be.

I was just getting started.

I had to execute the plan to address the need that boiled in my stomach, to take from my children, and to give back to them in turn.

This was the first time that I'd chatted with them, but not the last. I joined every livestream they put on for the next month, paying any amount to get them to have unprotected sex with one another.

They were certainly making enough from me to buy all the Plan B they needed, but I was able to disrupt that as well.

April's CVS pharmacy account was still connected to mine, and I was able to cancel her online orders with impunity. She showed up several times to fulfill a Plan B order, but was told they had no record of it. She tried to order more regular birth control, but needed a prescription for it, which she wasn't able to acquire unless she visited her primary care doctor, conveniently located in Green Bay, a two hour drive away which she hadn't expected to make until Christmas.

All of these reasons aside, what I relied on above all else was inaction, complacency, a feeling of invulnerability brought on by youth.

Her own undeveloped brain was turned against her until it was too late.

On a stream four months later, they appeared again on Lee's couch. April looked perturbed, a little pale, a little scared. She was naked once again, but now with a defined baby bump that had been growing slowly for several weeks.

Lee showed ultrasound images of the incest baby which had taken hold in her womb, speaking more than he had in any previous stream, excitement evident in his tone.

By contrast, she was quiet, evidently they had different ideas of what should be done about her pregnancy, but as always she followed Lee's lead.

They continued with the stream despite their difference of opinion, needing the money now more than ever. Lee was licking his sister's pregnant pussy to appease the perverts when I sent a tip their way.

Tipped $15 message from Stacy_Hardwood99: "What are you guys going to tell your parents???"

April went pale, as if she'd never thought about the issue before. She whispered something to Lee that the microphone didn't catch, and he looked up from her vagina to read my message.

They paused for a beat, and he embraced his pregnant little sister, kissing her and whispering sweet words of reassurance into her ear. He then turned her around, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down the swollen lips of her vaginal slit, not even thinking about grabbing a condom. He penetrated April, making her moan, her slightly pregnant belly highlighting the eroticism of their doggystyle fuck.

Lee looked over to the camera, grinning as he answered his mother's question, unsuspecting. "We're going to lie, of course, they'll never expect that it's actually mine!" He chuckled as he rammed his sister's vagina, plunging in and out of her wetness with his long, thick cock.

I grinned at him from April's bed, watching them fuck.

They only had a few weeks left before they came home.

Abortion wasn't even an option anymore.

My grandchild had been planted, and I intended to ensure that that wasn't the only one. I imagined Lee's penis pulsing its load into me as well, another incest baby spurted into a willing, vulnerable womb.

I intended to take my prize, and I resolved to get it at Christmas.

I came hard as I watched April's pregnant pussy be filled again with incest cum.

The future is bright.

 ------X------ 

Snow.

Blanketing snow, rushing snow, the carpeting kind of snow that lays deep and wet across the midwest. At first, a lovely tableau, a snowglobe brought to life as it created a winter wonderland out of northern Wisconsin.

Every day after, a frank discomfort, piled in parking lots and scraped from windshields. A dangerous and intolerable menace to all those who would hope to leave their homes.

Given my plans for the Christmas holiday, the storm served my purposes rather well.

I completed my obligations with rigor, shoveling, salting, saying things like: "It's not the cold that gets ya, it's the wind!" To my neighbors as they did the same.

When I wasn't completing house maintenance, and of course when I wasn't engaging in my masturbatory activities, I spent my time exercising, toning my body to the kind of yoga mom that young men crave. Certainly, a few weeks of calisthenics weren't going to make my 'mom bod' as tight as April's, but it made me feel sexy, powerful, and certainly attractive.

Much to my appreciation, the kids' return from Madison was staggered by a day. April had a late final, while Lee needed to bring his car back for some work at our local mechanic, so the lovebirds separated for the return journey.

They intended to stay for a full ten days, from the twenty-third of December to the second of January.

The night before Lee's arrival, I stood in my bathroom, observing my body in the full-length mirror, totally nude before my shower. I pinched at my muffin top, grimacing as I tried to maintain the image of youth and vitality I had been cultivating.

It wasn't enough. I could still see the stretch marks my kids had left upon my belly, the loose skin on my arm, the tiny purple veins which wended their way across the undersides of my breasts. I would never be a college coed again, able to crumble boys with a single glance.

Yet even as I doubted myself, preening and leaning this way and that, I knew my ass and thighs were gorgeous. I knew my boobs were larger than my daughter's. I knew my pussy was still tight and inviting, not to mention experienced with a lifetime of sucking the cum from men.

I slapped my own ass, hard.

Then again.

Hard enough to leave a handprint. My skin was still elastic enough to reform 'to take a licking and keep on ticking' as my mother might say. I knew Lee would be powerless to resist me-

I stopped myself, suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea, by a torrential flood of conscience.

I sat on the edge of the master bathroom tub, staring at the light gray tiling of the floor, wracked with guilt, wracked with doubt.

For the first time in a long time, I really questioned my purpose.

It wasn't too late to go back, to return to my life as a normal, meek, vanilla housewife. I could pretend that I hadn't done anything, treat whatever lie April and Lee came up with as gospel, ignore my traitorous thoughts and the lust that came with them. I could become the woman that they saw twice a year and forgot about the rest of it, sinking back into the mire of my empty nest. Maybe I would forget too, a young grandmother to an incest baby I didn't acknowledge as such, letting my womb dry up and my desires wither in the chill of a Wisconsin winter.

I looked back up at the mirror, and I saw myself, hunched and tired, with dark circles under my eyes and a haggard look draped across my face.

Is this really what I want? Is this who I am?

I sat for a moment more, staring into my reflection. Then, with a sigh, I pulled myself out of the mire which had momentarily consumed me. I rolled my head on my shoulders, straightened my back, pulled myself up like a marionette hoisted upon its strings before returning to a seated position, but this time certain, powerful.

Shoulders back, tits out.

I was doing what I wanted to do, whatever I wanted to do. There was no possibility of me returning to a life of banal ex-motherhood, to disinterested masturbation to lesser kinks. I spread my legs, staring at myself in the mirror as excitement climbed through my body, the chill of the bathtub ceramic biting my voluptuous ass as my fingers combed the neatly-tamed bush on my pubic mound.

The old version of myself, the version with doubt and uncertainty, was dead. I began to pleasure myself, using the slickness of my vaginal slit to lubricate my clitoris. A sexual being of unlimited strength, a creature of seduction who claims the objects of her desire. I rocked backwards, one hand stabilizing me from falling into the tub, my legs spread into the air, my mouth open as I watched my fingers disappear in and out, in and out, then toying with my clit.

Lee was toast.

Lee was putty in my hands.

Lee was destined to take me, and I him.

I moaned aloud as my orgasm crashed into me, my legs locking forward, as though I were clenching around an invisible lover who had thrust deep inside me. I bit my lip as I rocked back and forth, an electric feeling, a feeling I craved with a more tactile version of my phantasmal lover.

A feeling of certainty spread through me, and I giggled, high and girlish to myself as I rose from the edge of the tub. A tingle was spreading through my legs, a testament to my cravings, my indulgences. I stepped into the shower, turning the water on full and warm.

I slapped my own ass again. No more thoughts, no more doubts.

Action.

Lee got home around eleven in the morning. I was at the door to greet him, to welcome him home to me, to the mother he loved.

"Hey there stranger!" I rushed to hug my baby boy, eliciting a grin and a peck on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, tight against me. I held it for perhaps thirty seconds longer than would've a mere six months before, banishing the chill of the outdoors which clung to him, always astounded by his height and musculature, which I caressed as I allowed him to pull away.

I was wearing a light tan cami top and mom jeans, the kind that drew the eyes to my calisthenic work. I frowned as I looked him up and down. "First off, boots off, young man!" He was dripping snow onto the hardwood of my entryway, despite the mat, the hem of his more relaxed jeans also damp from the fresh snowfall which covered the front walkway despite my best efforts to clear it.

He smiled down at me, his strong jaw reminding me of Flynn, his shock of black hair revealed as he removed his beanie.

"I think I deserve a bit of a respite from the boot nagging." He shrugged his coat off, trying to remain on the doormat despite his protestations, seeking to appease me. I felt a thrill at his subservience as I watched him struggle to undo his left boot and not tip his stacked suitcase and backpack at the same time. "I could've just stayed in Madison..." He grumbled, almost tipping over as he dragged the second off.

I rolled my eyes, it was an empty threat and he knew it, Christmas was a time for family. "You also could've done your laundry before coming home, but I'm guessing that wasn't in the cards either." Lee looked guilty, and I knew his case was full to the brim.

He straightened up, free of both jacket and boots, clad in a classic tee shirt and denim combo. I loved the way the fabric clung to his shoulders, his biceps visible through the thin covering. I licked my lips, excited, remembering the last scene I'd seen of him and his sister, how his muscles flexed as he held her and how forcefully he rammed into her newly pregnant pussy.

"Mom?" I'd let my mind wander, completely missing his question.

"Hmm? What's up?" I felt a flush work its way up my neck, and I fought to keep it down. After weeks of fantasy, I found his very presence to be exciting, erotic even.

He gave me an odd look. "I said, what's for lunch?" He began to gather his discarded jacket, and took a step off the doormat, halted only by my exclamation.

"Hold it mister!" I pointed downward, to the soaked hem of his jeans. "You're not going to walk into my house dripping like that!" I made a stripping gesture, and it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Come on Mom, seriously?" He fixed me with an incredulous look. "These are the last clean pants I have!" He protested.

I crossed my arms, even tapping my foot to look unconvinced, the spitting image of a mother who actually cared about her home getting a little water on it. "It's not like you're hitting the club tonight, just hang out in your boxers for a few minutes while we get things dry."

He grumbled something under his breath as he unclasped his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them to the floor. I had to contain a gasp as I was treated to a view of his cock outlined in his boxer briefs. It was thick, and as lovely as his father's if the outline was anything to go off.

I bit my lower lip as he stepped out of his pants, I wanted to jump him right then and there.

"Okay, now what's for lunch?" Lee chuckled as he brushed past me, heading towards the kitchen to find out for himself.

I could feel wetness in the lacy panties I wore beneath my mom jeans. I needed to step back, to stop objectifying him and treat him at least semi-normally if I was going to do this with any sort of finesse.

But.

I.

Just.

Couldn't.

Stop.

His ass was tight beneath his underwear as he walked away from me, through the open concept living room to the carefully appointed kitchen he sought to ravish. His shoulders were well-outlined by his tee, and I imagined wrapping my arms around them.

If I were being honest, I'd guess he was fairly average in physique for a young college boy, but despite my best efforts, honesty was actively evading me. I hadn't been with a man in years, and the fingers which had just pleasured me the night before suddenly felt wholly insufficient to ever satisfy my needs again.

I followed Lee to the kitchen, side-stepping the sofa and abandoning his bags by the door, to watch him rummaging through the fridge and pantry with reckless abandon. I leaned on the cool countertop of the kitchen island, watching hungrily (but not for the massive sandwich he was on the verge of assembling).

"Do you want a glass of wine?" I asked, reaching over to grab the cheap bottle of red and corkscrew I'd left accessible earlier. His mouth was full of loose lunch meat, and lacking a watch, he cast around to the clock on the oven. Swallowing hastily, he spilled an armful of ingredients upon the countertop.

"It's not even noon?" He said it as a question, gesturing widely around at us.

I snorted. "You go to the best party school in the country, you're not telling me you wait until five, are you?" I screwed in while he mulled my assertion over.

From watching him roughly fuck his sister, his own needs on display as he rammed her, I knew he was a creature of desire.

I leaned towards him, eyes glittering and mischievous as he piled meat on bread. "I'll tell you what, you go glass for glass with me, and we'll see who's the bigger party animal." It was a childish jibe, an obvious trap, but he waltzed straight into it.

He rolled his eyes, confident in his drinking abilities, and perhaps a little offended. "Okay, but don't come crying to me when you have a headache at three PM..." He took an exploratory bite of an old-looking cheese slice, made a face, but put it on his Dagwood nevertheless.

I winked, and popped the cork up.

I didn't bother with a glass, just swigged straight from the bottle. I mimed a few big gulps, but actually only had the equivalent of a sip or two before handing it over to him.

He shrugged. "I hope you have more than this, you're gonna need it!" He fixed his lips around the mouth of the bottle, and I felt a twinge in my stomach as the saliva I'd left on it was consumed along with his own heavy drink.

Intellectually, I know it didn't mean anything. A little backwash, a little wetness on the neck of the bottle, it didn't matter.

But it was the first time he'd tasted his mother, unknowingly as it was. My saliva, mingled and mixed in with the heady taste of grapes and alcohol, but it wouldn't be the last if I had anything to say about it.

He handed it back to me, already having drunk more than I did, and I smiled as he began to devour his meal. We spoke between his bites, about class, about his friends, the topics you'd expect from a normal mother.

It was, of course, never my intent to get him drunk, just a little loose, a little more open to the idea of being taken as my lover. He'd crossed the line of taboo with his sister, but I worried he wouldn't be willing to go all the way with me, excitement rose in my breast as I imagined him taking a single step further, giving into his desires and becoming mine.

He finished his snack quickly, sighing with contentment, then draining the first bottle as I grabbed the corkscrew for our follow-up.

Setting his empty down, he eyed my actions, and I could feel his gaze wandering a little more than was appropriate. "I'm hoping we've got nowhere to go tonight..."

Pop!

I removed the cork with a pull, then made my way to the living room, raising an eyebrow to him as I pressed the mouth of the container to my own. I swallowed, and lounged back on the loveseat, patting the space beside me, just large enough for him to settle into. "Are you trying to ditch me already?" I gave a gasp of mock affront.

He rolled his eyes, sidling around the corner of the seat and settling in beside me. I could feel goosebumps on his bare legs as I stretched mine across his lap, leaving my shapely calves pressed onto his underwear.

"No, I'm just making sure I don't have to stay sober here..." I interrupted his thought by proffering the bottle, which he took.

"You're not going anywhere tonight, mister." I placed a hand on his shoulder, caressing his musculature. "Apologies to your friends, but you're all mine tonight." I traced my fingers upwards to his neck, feeling his heartbeat quicken in my fingertips.

He shifted beneath me, and I felt something poke into the back of my legs. "Mom, I-"

"Mom you nothing, I only get to see you a few times a year!" My voice was a little harsher than I intended, and he shifted again, in a different sort of discomfort.

I waved my hand dismissively. "Sorry, it's fine. I just want you to myself tonight." Lee awkwardly took another drink, for once at a loss for words.

I swiftly changed the subject, a little ashamed was fine, but too much was a vibe killer, I couldn't even feel his cock against my calves anymore. A few more casual comments back and forth trading the wine and feeling a buzz, stretching my legs and inadvertently brushing against him brought it back.

"I haven't seen anything on Facebook recently, so I have to ask- are you seeing anyone? Should I expect to meet a new girl in the near future?"

Lee laughed, but it sounded a little guilty to me, like a child caught doing something he knew he shouldn't be. He was thinking about his pregnant sister.

"Nah Mom, I'm just focusing on school and stuff. I think April has been seeing someone, but I don't really get out much." I scoffed, and set the bottle unsteadily between my legs.

I leaned forward, and ran my fingers against his cheek, the back of my hand against his strong jawline. "I'm sure all the girls in class want you though, how could they not?"

He turned his face towards me, and I saw desire in his eyes, craving, a horniness reinforced by his fully-erect penis pressing against his mother's legs, with only his underwear and my pants between us, perilously close for family members. He leaned towards me, but in doing so, upset the wine bottle, spilling it onto my stomach, and sending rivulets down onto the fabric of the loveseat.

I leaned into him, and our lips brushed against each other for a brief moment before he sprang back. "Shit, sorry Mom!"

I cursed, jumping up as I righted the container and he dashed to the kitchen for a bushel of towels. I was properly peeved, not about the oncoming stain, or the dampness of my clothes, but of missing the opportunity with my son. Lee apologized profusely as he dabbed up the liquid, collecting as much as possible.

I pursed my lips as I carried the bundle of soiled dish towels to the laundry room.

We had been so close!

If I'd been more careful I could've already sealed the deal with Lee and claimed my son's thick cock for myself.

I dropped the linens into the basket, stripped off my top, then shimmied off my now purple-stained jeans, leaving my thong and bra.

Subtlety had had its chance, but I could feel blood pumping in my ears, a need needing to be fulfilled, and in a split second, decided it was time to throw caution to the winds.

I crept out, back into the room behind Lee, he'd turned on the TV, and was mindlessly scrolling. The action struck me as contemplative, passive, even submissive. He was waiting for his mother, waiting to see what I was going to do.

What I did was start casting from my phone to the TV, intent on removing any ambiguity he was feeling about the situation.

One minute, he was wandering the depths of Netflix, the next, he was watching 'the video'. His sister bouncing up and down on his bareback cock on the television in our home.

He whipped around, and saw me standing in my skivvies. I smiled at his look of mixed shock and guilt, something which combined to make him look a little sick, when coupled with the blood utterly draining from his face.

I slowly approached him, and he started to rise. "Mom! Listen, I can explain-"

"No." I cut him off as I strode around the couch, the loveseat, I should say. It was about to fulfill its name.

I pushed him back down as I came around, his cock fully erect, fully outlined in his briefs, aroused despite himself as the sounds of he and his sister's video playing over the sound system, sighing and slapping sounds filled his childhood home.

"You don't have to explain anything, Lee." I leaned forward, letting him see my breasts down the front of my bra, wrapping my fingers around his erection through his briefs. It was warm, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, it felt like his father's.

"I've been watching you two, I know what you've been doing." I leaned fully into him, feeling Lee's hands travel to my hips, lightly caressing his mother's body, passing over my calisthenic thighs (thick but taught with muscle).

I bit his ear, hard, eliciting a gasp from him.

"I saw you knock your little sister up." I could feel his body stiffen in fear, and I could tell he never expected to get caught. I pulled his hands up to my breasts, and felt him begin to squeeze.

"You're a good boy, Lee, you're mommy's good boy." I began to pull his briefs down, freeing his cock, letting it spring free of its fabric prison. I grasped it with delight, and began to stroke, finally holding the object of my obsession for my past weeks of ceaseless gooning. My grip shook, and Lee's hands tightened at my hips as he felt me take control.

Lee's mouth was hanging open, and I met his eyes as I continued to stroke. "You're going to do the same thing you did to April." I reached up with my free hand, pulling my bra down, letting my tits fall freely into his hands. I bit my lip as he found my sensitive nipples, and began to work my bare breasts, his eyes still fastened on mine as I projected my authority onto his manhood.

I straddled my son as the recording of him and his sister fucked on the TV behind me, in much the same position, but on a dorm bed instead of a newly-stained loveseat. His penis pressed up against the triangle of fabric which valiantly stood in the way of me going commando, and I stroked it, as if encouraging him to grow even harder.

Lee brought his lips to my left nipple, still looking up at me, and taking it into his mouth, as he had as a baby, suckling on my sweet milk.

 I never imagined that we would be here, his bare cock in my hands, my tit locked in his teeth, on the verge of giving ourselves to one another fully, not as mother and son, but as lovers. I reached to my thong, and pulled the string aside, allowing his throbbing, pulsating member to knock against my entrance.

He rocked his hips, thrusting powerfully, seeking to penetrate me fully, but he only succeeded in rubbing his cockhead against the wetness of my slit. A string of his pre-cum connected us, and I gasped at the feeling of his desire to lubricate himself on my fluids.

He briefly broke eye contact with me, and loosed my boob from his greedy mouth. He looked down as his penis, the glistening of my vaginal secretion evident on his glans.

"Look at me." I commanded, and his eyes immediately snapped back to mine. I still held his dick in my hand, aligned with my birth canal, less than an inch away from sliding back up inside the hole he'd left so long ago.

"You are mine, say it." I pronated my hips forward, giving the bottom of his penis a kiss from my wetness, letting him feel the heat of the furnace he was about to enter.

"I am yours, Mom." He repeated,almost robotically. I nodded, feeling the thrill of domination, the excitement that April had never felt as a submissive little girl.

"You love me, you love my body." I moved his engorged member back and forth across my slit, feeling him push his hips upward again, and eliciting a moan. I almost couldn't hold him back, and I almost wanted him to push past my resistance, to treat me like April, to take my body for himself.

But I was in control.

And he needed to know it.

"God I love you Mom, I love you and I love your body, I want you so bad!" He exclaimed, and I nodded again, smiling down at the boy I was teasing.

I leaned in, kissing him on the lips for the first time, tasting him, feeling his tongue explore my mouth as I explored his in turn.

Pulling back, I again aligned him with my hole.

"Prove it."

I released him, and sat down onto his thick, needy member. Lee immediately thrust up into me, his hands finding my hips as he leaned back into my breasts, suckling once again as I squealed in surprise and pleasure.

His penis pushed a fraction of an inch into me before his skin bunched, creating friction. He pulled back, and thrust a little deeper, his dry cock meeting the oasis of my arousal, our sexual fluids mixing in a potent cocktail of desire.

I could feel him shuddering with delight as he felt me enclose him in a lake of my own incestuous desire, taking inch after inch as he pushed back and forth, in and out, our unholy union now far too far gone to ignore.

I wondered how much of this was down to his tipsiness, and how much was his bare craving for his mother. I could feel him working my nipple with his tongue, tasting me, and decided it was at least mostly basal desire, an instinctive urge to copulate with his own flesh and blood.

I decided to join him, to turn my brain off and enjoy myself, and I began to move my hips.

Up.

Down.

In.

Out.

I bit my lip as I worked his young cock with my kegel muscles, clenching around him even as we worked together to fuck each other.

"You're home, baby, you're back inside me, where I made you!" I moaned into his ear, rewarded with a deep, open-mouthed kiss, our saliva mixing in the confluence of our mouths. There was more I wanted to say.

I wanted to say that I could feel him pressing against my g-spot, and I was about to cum around his penis.

I wanted to say that I was going to have his baby if it was the last thing I did.

But they would have to wait for later, I was focused on the joining of our sex organs, and the shared genes within them. The smell of the room had changed from a normal suburban home to a bareback sweat lodge, the sounds of lovemaking from the TV matching the cacophony of our own moans, the slapping and sliding of his manhood stretching his mother as I moaned and groaned into his mouth.

My orgasm crashed over us without warning, I was so worked up that it rose, fell, and rose again in my belly, causing me to clamp down over and over on Lee's thick penis, even harder than I'd already been doing.

He tried to hold on, he tried to give me the fucking I deserved, but the elastic, velvet glove of my insides were coaxing him to orgasm as well. He broke our kiss, and looked at me with panic evident in his eyes. I could barely see him through my clenched face, and merely drew him back in.

I knew he was about to cum, that our illicit union was about to be permanent. Once he filled his mother with hot, virile seed, spraying it deep into my belly, he wouldn't be able to go back. I grinned into his mouth, and slammed down atop him, taking him deep inside, feeling his babymaker swelling with blood, his testicles drawing up to fire their millions of sperm into my baby factory.

We were yin and yang.

We were a perfect fit.

The first jet was hot, and filled me with its heat, encouraging me to milk it out of him. I continued to bounce, drawing it out from my child, making him fill his mother's womb, unable to protest even if he had wanted to due to my mouth sealed against his.

The second rope splashed against my cervix, a statement of love from my son, a statement of intent to breed me alongside his sister. This was the goal, the dream I had been dreaming, the fear I had felt dispersed in a moment of fluid jetting its way into my belly.

The third spurt was just for me, a thick and pleasing flood of white jizz which topped me off, dripping down his pulsating shaft even as he followed it up with another, then another, then another, until he was spent and fully drained.

It was only then that I broke our kiss, leaving us forehead to forehead, in post-orgasmic bliss.

We stayed there, for a moment, then a minute, then fifteen, feeling the burble of his frothy seed dripping from my slit, my bra still clinging to my damp flesh, my thong still pulled aside to allow Lee the access he craved.

Then I opened my eyes, and stared into his.

"This is the future." I whispered, bringing my lips back to his.

I meant it. We weren't going to stop until I was well and truly bred, until my body swelled with his baby.

I reached down, grasping his penis and feeling it throb in response.

He was going to need a few minutes to recover, but I stroked him as he did so, encouraging him to press up inside me once again.

We had all night.

Then April would arrive.

And I vowed to make her mine too.

 ------X------ 

Two hours and change. A short drive if you're in the midwest. A hop, a trot, a brief sojourn for April- which I observe through her location sharing.

I lay on my side, wholly nude, Lee spooning me. He was drained, physically and emotionally, from the night before. I could still feel dregs of his seed inside me when I shifted, slippery and foreign, but undoubtedly pleasurable, and hopefully virile.

For a moment, I imagined Lee's child taking root inside me, a cluster of cells implanting, multiplying, growing into a beautiful baby in the red warmth of my uterus.

During my time in OB, I frequently stepped out of examinations with a dripping wet pussy. Flynn, my boss and future ex-husband, would mount me at the start and end of each day, barely able to contain his erection. It was a bit of an open secret in the community that many nurses and doctors had breeding kinks, which led to a lot of hilarity around conventions and class reunions.

And, you know, my children.

And my current situation... I mused, dropping my phone to the night stand. I pushed backwards with my ass, feeling Lee's cock trapped between my cheeks. I carefully shifted my hips to bring him back to attention, up and down, back and forth.

"It's time to wake up, baby." I coaxed with my words as well as my motions, feeling my son stir. His strong arm closed around me, like a bridle to a bucking mare, holding me close.

"Mom I- We shouldn't..." I froze at his words. Judging by the sperm in my uterus, this was a newfound appreciation for the sexual dividers between mother and son.

"It seems to me, young man, that we're already a little ways past 'shouldn't', don't you think?" I gave a suggestive wiggle, simultaneously shaking my tits (which his hand found, almost subconsciously), and rubbing his manhood back to full attention, eliciting a groan. He stopped me again, his arm muscles standing out beautifully with the effort of keeping me still. His penis still throbbed between my buttcheeks, hot and almost unbearably sexy. I could feel myself getting excited at the thought of him sliding back into me.

"I slept on it, and it's wrong, what we did-" Lee was nothing if not persistent.

"A little hypocritical from someone grabbing my tits." I gave the barest hint of another wiggle. "And grinding their cock against my ass." I felt him pulse against me. For all his protestations, he wasn't pulling away, the coolness of my duel globes obviously inviting enough to keep him trapped between them.

"It feels good, but we can't do it again." He stated it with seeming confidence, and I even felt him move his hips backwards, although his hands stayed on the breasts which fed him as a baby. Is he truly trying to stop, or does he just need permission? Either way, I was going to give him the push he needed.

"Do you remember the Birds and the Bees?" I could tell the question caught him off guard. "I remember you and April were so awkward about it." He bit his lip, as if remembering April for the first time. He'd already bred his sister, what was his mother, who he'd been fucking happily all night long?

"It seems like you skipped a couple of lessons." His voice shivered, almost a laugh, but I could tell it was nerves, trepidation. Permission from mommy it is.

"I actually did miss exactly two, do you want to hear them?" I grasped his hand, feeling the other creep underneath my torso. Shifting, I allowed him to grasp both my breasts in heaping handfuls. "You can touch them one last time, then just get up and leave once I'm done, I promise." My tone was playful, but sincere. I'd surely let him leave if he still wanted to, but it wasn't my intention to let his momentary lapse in arousal become anywhere near permanent.

"I guess if you're sure..." His hands squeezed, and I gave a moan of appreciation in response, indicating my confirmation. I could feel a chill against my labia, my wetness craving penetration.

"The birds are about ovulation, a woman's ability to create life. We keep our eggs inside, which is hard for kids to understand, so that's where we get the bees- fertilization via pollen." I was matter-of-fact, almost dry, like a professor at recitation, but I inched my ass backwards, feeling Lee stiffen as I reclaimed his member with my supple, welcoming rear.

"Mom-" He growled, but I pushed forward with my words, and backward with my body.

"But after you learn about the mechanics, how these things happen, you have to learn about what you should be doing." My voice was husky, and I shifted my shoulders around, craning my neck to hold him with my gaze. "That's what you guys found out by yourself, what I like to call the bunnies and the fleas." Lee snorted. It appropriately sounded like something I just made up. I paused, looking expectantly at him.

"Because bunnies like sex?" He queried, earning a quick kiss, something I knew he wouldn't resist. My lips were dry, I licked them as we came together, causing our tongues to dart together, sharing our morning breath and saliva in equal measure, the latter being much more desirable.

"They don't call it fucking like rabbits for nothing." I bit my lip, my eyes darting down to his muscular chest, eliciting a flush up his neck. "Sex should be positive, sex should be something you want, not something you're afraid of." I punctuated 'want' and 'afraid' with unsubtle movements of my ass. I felt the veins standing out on his penis, the soft flesh of my posterior inviting and warm. I bit my lip, staring into his eyes. Lee remained silent, his heart beating quickly.

I took that as a good sign.

"And sex should be reproductive, too. You should be making babies when you're fucking." I continued my movements, feeling Lee tense up behind me. Despite himself, he was responding, pushing his cock forward against me, excited despite himself, doubtless remembering the ecstasy of the night before- how good it had felt to fuck his mother's tight snatch, to empty his balls inside me. "The fleas lifecycle is incestuous- They just live in a colony constantly fucking whoever they feel like, regardless of relationship." I pushed my hand between us, grasping his manhood from between my asscheeks. I began to stroke it, starting to breathe harder with arousal.

"And I guess you want us to fuck because of some fleas?" His head drooped to meet mine, our mouths intertwining again. He was putty in my hand again, still resisting, but fading fast.

"I want us to fuck because I want to feel you become a man." I purred, feeling his penis pulse in my hand. "A man who marks his territory." I pushed him downwards, momentarily resting against my asshole before moving further. Something for the wedding night. I thought, cradling his member between my thighs, pushing the top of his penis against the slickness of my vaginal slit. "You're going to do it because of the birds, the bees, the bunnies, and the fleas." I could feel him pushing against me again, needy, like a dog presented a willing female, if slightly more controlled.

"Mom." Lee groaned. "You're so hot!" I marveled at his change in tune.

"Weren't you going to leave me?" I teased, feeling his hands traveling down from my tits, holding me by the hips instead, threatening to plunge inside if I but rotated my hips slightly backwards to provide him a vulnerable slit. "Didn't you say we couldn't do it again?" My partner was silent, but I could feel his hesitation, his hormones running wild with the urgency of his needs.

"Maybe we can do it one more time." His words were slow, as if torn from him against his will. His cock throbbed between my legs, a rod of red-hot steel waiting to be quenched in my fluids.

"Maybe?" I was testy, closing my thighs tight around his dick, not allowing him to work his way inside me, retaining control. I kept talking.

"Maybe we do it whenever I say we do it." His only response was another gasp, I slowly began to tilt my pelvis millimeter by millimeter, grinding his cockhead, letting him feel the lubrication of my vagina. "Maybe we make a baby right here, right now." This wasn't a question, this was an assertion that I expected him to take to heart. My son's cockhead pushed against my inner folds, only held back from thrusting deep into me by my thigh strength. "Maybe after this we'll bring your sister in, and we can make a movie together." I accepted his cock into me, perhaps an inch, only stopping once his glans was fully past my defenses.

Lee was frozen, eager to thrust, but held fast by my flexing thighs.

"What do you say, baby?" I chirped, knowing the answer before he spoke. I'd given him permission, I'd given him justification, all that remained was for him to take the opportunity a dicklength further in.

"Yes mom, god yes, I'll never try to leave again-OH!" I pushed myself backwards onto his cock, taking his length into my pussy.

He didn't need to finish his sentence, it was time to let our bodies speak for us.

Despite having already cum in the wee hours, Lee was still able to put on quite a performance. I found myself shuddering around his hard prick as he pounded his own mother from behind. I moaned and whimpered like a whore, like the most melodramatic porn stars on the internet, all to please my little boy.

His phallus slid in and out of me, his head dragging against my walls as I constricted him. His hands clutched my hips, my breasts bouncing freely without them, allowing him the most leverage to fuck my tight hole.

Eager, young, virile.

He pushed deep inside suddenly, groaning as he shot wad after wad of creamy, sticky seed into my already-inseminated birth canal. I found his mouth with mine, stroking his hair as best I could, twisted unnaturally to let my child plant his own offspring inside me, while also feeling my lips explore his.

I milked him better than any sex toy, pulling the sperm from his balls.

The tentative had become the willing. The haze of morning blues pushing a one-night incestuous stand into a more durable kind of lovemaking.

He was claiming his territory, a (hopefully) permanent mark inside my body, and in our family tree.

"Rabbits and fleas." I whispered into his mouth, giggling. He joined me, both of us making fun of my earlier words, even while fulfilling them.

One hour until April returned, a soft dribble of cum drained from me as Lee pulled out. I would've preferred for her to find us there, but with his trepidation truly wore off, Lee had a few ideas for getting her involved.

Delicious ideas.

So, when April arrived, we weren't available to greet her. I watched her from the window, trundling her suitcase up the front walkway, looking down at her phone, doubtless wondering why Lee hadn't texted her back.

Her belly was swollen with a baby bump, larger than when I'd seen her on stream, perhaps volleyball-sized. Totally unconcealable.

Lee had admitted to me that they were going to say the father had walked out on her, and that they expected me to force April to get a specialist abortion. Five-ish months in, it would take more than what April could access to make it happen. He also revealed that he'd have felt a certain amount of relief at not having to be a father, but that he desperately wanted her to keep the baby.

I could see why: April looked good pregnant. Her breasts were probably a full cup size larger, her ass plump and round. The pronounced bump of her baby made clothes hang on her frame very attractively. Still, I kept out of site as she opened the front door, watching her surreptitiously as she removed her jacket and boots.

Lee was waiting for her as she turned the corner into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, fully nude, stroking his erection slowly as he waited for his little sister.

"Fuck, now." He stated, businesslike, abrupt. April froze, looking around. She'd expected to see me, but I stayed still and quiet, leaving her and her brother seemingly alone.

"What? Where's mom? What do you mean now?" She hissed at him.

"Come on, we said we were going to make some content at home, the stream is called: 'Fucking at Home for Winter Break, Trying to Avoid Mom!'" It was a good title, I had to give him credit for it. Lee pointed to the laptop open on the coffee table. "We're live." He looked pointedly at her clothes and made a gesture for her to strip.

I love my daughter, but she isn't the brightest bulb in the drawer. She did as she was told, removing every scrap in five minutes flat, leaving her pregnant body exposed. She approached her brother, leaning in to kiss him, her hand traveling to cradle his thick cock.

"Reverse cowgirl, let them see your baby." Muttered Lee, stage directions not usually heard on the recordings. April obeyed, automatically.

I marveled, Lee had certainly done a number on her to make her so obedient. Or it was the pregnancy hormones kicking in. Either way, it was his doing, I suppose.

April bent over, presenting her pussy first to the camera; her lips were puffy, the changes she was undergoing evident. Then she turned to present her vagina to her brother. She slowly lowered herself down until she engulfed his member, then clambered up, mounting him, her pregnant belly front and center for their audience.

I watched them on my phone with a hundred others, their stream climbing the ladders as pregnancy perverts logged on. Incest is popular. Pregnant incest, confirmed, real inbreeding, is even more popular, and even more rare.

"Hi ch-chat! W-we're in our childhood home and we're fucking!" April sounded tired and wan, but was a consummate professional, an entertainer through and through. She paused, I now realized, for Lee to feed her lines.

"Talk about the baby." He whispered to her. I saw her face fall, she was still concerned.

"The baby is still coming! My brother put his sperm into me, and it's making an incest baby in my womb!" Not her most eloquent work, but I cut her a little slack, she'd been surprised by the session.

Their incestuous union squelched in our living room. April didn't even hesitate to let her brother push into her bareback. I supposed because it was already too late for caution, but it also came down to conditioning. Her barriers were so worn down that her subconscious didn't even try to fight.

"Our mom could walk in at any moment! We're so risky!" April was trying to sell it, doubtless assuming Lee had sent me out somewhere. I watched for a few minutes more, watching her tight, pregnant pussy bounce up and down on his manhood.

Then it was my time to strike.

Tipped $50 message from Stacy_Hardwood99: "Look behind you."

The stream delayed my message for a handful of seconds, giving me a moment to get into position, watching her fucking her brother. I slowly tiptoed towards the breeding pair.

"Look be-" April paused her motion, whipping around and making eye contact with me, a look of horror on her face. I was totally nude as well, hickeys evident all down my neck and breasts. I gave a smile, and a cheeky wave. Lee grasped April's hips, holding her down on top of him.

"Hi pumpkin, how was the drive?" I asked, nonchalantly, swiftly crossing around the edge of the sofa to seat myself beside them.

April burst into tears. Truthfully, I hadn't expected that. I put a finger to my lips, gesturing towards their chat. Their viewers were going wild, messages flying by, questions and exclamation marks flashing across the screen.

"M-mommy, I'm s-s-sorry!" April sobbed. I reached up to her face, bringing it up as I rose back to my feet, standing to meet her as she still sat impaled on Lee's penis.

"Oh honey, you haven't done anything wrong!" I exclaimed, wiping away her tears, meeting her forehead with my own. My left hand dropped to her belly, and I caressed her pregnancy bump lovingly. "This is good, what you did was good, my babies are breeding together!" She breathed in sharply, shocked.

"But- Mom, aren't you mad?!" April's voice quivered, and with it her bottom lip. I brushed her hair back, bringing my mouth to hers, giving the stream a full view of a mother-daughter incestuous kiss. My tongue intertwined with hers, plunging in and out, exploring her as I had her brother before breaking off.

"I'm not mad, I'm horny, baby. Your brother is going to make me just like you." Again I caressed her belly. "We're going to make such beautiful babies, and we're going to make a gorgeous inccest family together." I grinned at her. She gave me a small, confused smile in return, still uncertain.

I bent over, exposing myself to the camera. Reaching back, I spread my vaginal lips wide, giving them a full view of my pussy, and the cum in various stages of drying which decorated my pussy lips.

"I'm going to inbreed with my son and daughter. You're going to watch." I moved forward again, reaching down to finger April's clitoris. Beneath her, Lee began to thrust up inside her again, still rock-hard to fuck his little sister with no thought for protection. "You're going to want to subscribe to the highest tier." I quipped, winking to the camera.

The firestorm of messages continued, and subscription renewals and new customers began to flash up faster than I could keep track.

My children moaned and whimpered as they fucked together. My daughter's pregnant pussy massaged her brother, encouraging him to cum inside. I licked her nipples, then her clit, pleasuring her in ways she'd never tried before. When Lee began to jerk, shooting his load into his baby sister, I was there to lick the drops and dribbles of cum from her pregnant hole. He painted her womb, and their child within it, with our shared DNA.

We signed off with a simple promise: More to come.

April and I stroked her brother, teasing him to return him to arousal. She had a lot of questions, and there were even more tears as her fears were addressed (in terms of abortion), and confirmed (in terms of carrying a baby to term).

I assured her that I had an OB in mind.

After a full bottle of gatorade, I allowed Lee to shove his thick penis back into me, April deserved to see us fuck too!

We recorded it, for a later post, intent on becoming the first incest millionaires despite the newness of our three-way relationship.

I was shocked when I first found myself watching my kids making porn, but feeling Lee pump in and out of me, I felt free. In joining them, I'd given myself back my sexuality, my life, and my future.

Our future was inbreeding, and as my son exploded in my womb, it was looking particularly bright.