Brat’s Incestuous Lesson Chapter 1: Nubile Girl’s Incestuous Lesson

Brat’s Incestuous Lesson

Chapter One: Nubile Girl’s Incestuous Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Kat

The moans of my mother bled through my bedroom wall.

I groaned as I lay in bed, hearing their passion. The bed creaked at the sounds my mother made. The passion. Twenty years of marriage and my parents were still going at it. A shiver ran through my virgin body. I shuddered at hearing the sounds. They were so loud.

“Yes!” I heard my mother gasp audibly.

I shifted on my bed. I suddenly felt my pajamas over my body. My flannel tank top and bottoms felt cloying around my body as this heat rippled through me. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest at the hot sounds that bled through my bedroom wall.

The creaking picked up the pace. Flashes of my father atop my mother popped into my mind. They were entwined, pumping away. I flexed my fingers, my breasts rising and falling. My nipples ached from the sounds. I heard.

I shuddered as my pussy grew hot. I was eighteen and a virgin. I wanted so badly to experience the pleasure my father gave my mother. My fingers flexed as the wet ache swelled between my thighs. My panties soaked my twat. The thin material clung to my vulva.

Moan shouted loudly. Was she cumming? She sounded so passionate. So hot. It was an amazing sound to hear. I was so envious of it. I had masturbated, of course, but I never felt like I had to scream that loudly when I climaxed. My nipples throbbed and ached against my top.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, hearing the depths of my mother’s passion.

My hand slid down my body. I gasped as my fingers pressed tight against my stomach. I went lower. I reached the panties. I shuddered as I pressed into my waistband. I closed my eyes, hearing my mother’s gasps.

I shoved my hand into my pajama bottom and panties in a single thrust. I slid over my silky bush and found the wet folds of my pussy. I closed my eyes, imagining Daddy over me. As I rubbed my virgin flesh, I imagined him thrusting into me.

“Mike!” my mother moaned clearly.

Then my father groaned. He let out this sound of masculine passion. Was he cumming in her? Was he spilling his seed in her? My fingers rubbed up and down my cunt. My head shook from side to side. My hand brushed my clit as the pleasure rushed through me.

I exploded in a flash. I couldn’t believe it. Just imagining my daddy on me—in me—sent me over the edge. I bucked on the bed as this wonderful delight shot through me. I groaned and whimpered, the juices bathing my hand.

My juices gushed out of my convulsing twat. I shuddered. The pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut. The delight rushed through my flesh. My breasts jiggled in my top. My head tossed back and forth. The bed creaked. My toes curled. I whimpered.

Mom groaned.

We were cumming together.

She was so lucky. The pleasure rushed through me. I gasped and moaned. My body spasmed as the pleasure gripped every bit of my flesh. My juices gushed out of me. The heat coated my finger. I whimpered. The cream bathed my digits.

“Daddy!”

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Sierra

“Hey, Mom,” Kat, short for Katherine, said, a bright smile on my daughter’s face. Her red hair swept around her fresh face, her green eyes sparkling. She had dimples in her cheeks which always made her seem so cute.

“Hey, Kitty Kat,” I said as I manipulated the omelet I was making. “Ham and cheese omelet for breakfast?”

“Sure,” she said, taking a position at the kitchen counter. We had some bar stools on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. She wore a flannel tank top and her pajama bottoms.

“Good,” I said, “because they’re almost done.” I flipped her omelet onto a plate and turned around, dropping it off before her. “OJ?”

“Sure,” she said, giving me a bright smile.

I turned around, heading for the refrigerator, a hum on my lips.

“You’re in a good mood, Mom.”

“Oh,” I said, shrugging. “Sure, I guess.” I had a great orgasm last night. I was still buzzing from it.

“How are you and Daddy still happy and having sex after all these years?”

I stiffened for a moment, a wave of heat washing through me. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the OJ as I said, “So you heard us, huh?”

I turned around to find her blushing and nodding. Her fiery hair swept around her features. She shifted on the stool, the wood creaking. She looked cute while embarrassed. My own cheeks warmed realizing she’d overheard us.

“I always hear you,” Kat said after a moment.

“Oh,” I said, my embarrassment shuddering through me. “Well, since you’re a woman now, I’ll let you in on my secret. I keep him happy in the bedroom.”

She gave me a blank look.

“You know, I please him.” I arched eyebrows at her.

Her green eyes widened. “Oh, I mean, isn’t that degrading?”

I licked my lips. “Oh, honey, giving a blowjob is the best. It makes you feel like a woman when you’re pleasing your man.”

She trembled and swallowed. There was this look in her eyes.

“You want to feel like a woman, huh?” I asked.

She nodded. “So… when you blow Daddy, do you swallow?”

I leaned over the counter. “Kitty Kat, I gulp it down like it’s the best thing in the world.”

The awe in her eyes was incredible. She was eighteen, but so innocent. She was still a girl despite having the body of a woman. She needed to find that guy to usher her into the full delights that her flesh had to offer.

Someone gentle. Not like my first guy.

“How did you learn to… to give a good one?” I asked. “I mean, how did you know what to do?”

“Practice.” I studied her. “Is there any particular boy that you want to please?”

“No,” she said, looking away, her cheeks scarlet now.

Gears clicked in my mind. “I know a way that you can practice,” I said, shocked I was saying this, but… This wicked thrill shot through me. It was so kinky, and my daughter was so cute. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking this. “Let me talk to your father.”

My daughter’s jaw dropped. “Really. You mean…?”

The eagerness in her eyes made me smile. “Really. Now eat your omelet before it gets cold.

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Mike

Kat left the counter, her cheeks scarlet. She fled upstairs, her hair flashing behind her. When I came down from upstairs to find Sierra making omelets, I was a little surprised by the strange energy in the air. They had been talking about something that had embarrassed Kat.

Something that caused her to wolf-down her omelet like she was starving, then she fled as fast as she could.

I almost asked what they were talking about, but then I didn’t want to get in between my wife and daughter during one of their conversations. A tinge of heat touched my cheeks. I had overheard parts of those conversations in the past. They could be embarrassing.

I sipped at my coffee and then dug my fork into the omelet, melted cheddar cheese stretching and then breaking. I brought it to my lips and took and a bit into it. I chewed on it. I groaned at the flavor, the ham and sharp cheddar mixing together with the fluffy eggs.

“I want you to teach our daughter something,” Sierra said as she sat beside me. She dug into her own omelet. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders. Her blue eyes wide. She wore a lilac housecoat wrapped around her curvy body.

“Oh,” I asked, taking another bite of my omelet.

“How to give a blowjob.”

I almost choked on my breakfast. I coughed, struggling to clear my throat. My cheeks burned hot. I glanced at my wife. She had this sweet look on her face as she grabbed her glass of orange juice. She sipped it, this twinkle in her blue eyes.

“What?” I demanded when I caught my breath.

“You know, coach her through it.” She calmly slid her fork through her omelet and lifted the bite to her mouth. She just chewed it like what she’d asked was no different than asking me to mow the backyard or change the oil in her car.

“What, to help her with a banana or something?” I asked. Practice a blowjob?

“No, no, your cock.”

My fork dropped from my hand and landed on the plate. The loud clatter echoed through the kitchen. This strange heat shot through me, my cock throbbing as flashes of my daughter sucking on my dick with the same enthusiasm my wife used filled my mind.

“I know, I know,” she said, patting my hand. “It’s an unusual thing for a father to teach his daughter.”

“Unusual?” I choked out, my voice strangled. “She’s my daughter. It’s incest!”

“Honey, you are the perfect person.”

I shook my head at her. What was wrong with her?

“Relax, this is perfect. You won’t hurt her, honey. You’ll just teach her to give a blowjob.” My wife leaned in, nudging her shoulder against mine. “She’ll pick up a good life skill, and you’ll get to have an orgasm or two with a cutie.”

“With our daughter,” I said, my dick throbbing harder in my boxers and sweatpants.

“Mmm, our cute and nubile daughter who needs to learn,” purred Sierra. “I know you can do it.”

She pressed her hand up my thigh and squeezed my cock through my sweatpants. My wife’s grin only grew. She slipped off her bar stool and smiled at me. I shifted on it, following her as she moved until my back was against the counter. My blood pounded.

“What has gotten into you, Sierra?” I groaned.

“Hey, you’re the one who got hard when I propositioned you to teach our daughter how to blow a cock.” My wife licked her lips. “Mmm, teach her to do this.”

I gasped as she moved quickly, yanking down my sweatpants. Her hand darted into the slit in my plaid boxers and pulled out my cock. Her grip held my dick. She stroked me, fisted me. The pleasure burned through me as she licked her lips.

Then she darted her head down and engulfed my cock.