Daughter’s Incestuous Therapy 2: Therapist’s Incestuous Treatment

Daughter’s Incestuous Therapy

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Two: Therapist’s Incestuous Treatment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Session 12 with Mercedes Daniels

I kissed my patient, Mercedes Daniels, with hunger, my body burning from telling her about my earlier romp with my husband. My brother. Clint had come in here and fucked me and my previous patient, a naughty mother I was guiding into seducing her son.

Mercedes Daniels shuddered as I pressed atop her naked body. We were cuddling on the bed in my therapist office. Over the course of the last eleven sessions with her, I had guided her into this naked therapy.

Now she moaned into my lips. She kissed me with passion as I settled on her, my round breasts pressing into hers. The eighteen-year-old girl squirmed beneath me, her thighs rubbing into my legs. She trembled and shuddered, whimpering. Our nipples brushed.

Sparks flared.

I broke the kiss, my silky, black hair spilled around my head. I rubbed into her nose as she panted, her black hair spread over the pillow. Her pierced nose twitched. She panted, cheeks red. She licked her lips.

“Mmm, want a better taste of incest?” I asked her.

She whimpered. “What sort of therapist are you, Dr. Elliston?”

“The best kind,” I told her. “The type that makes you cum and helps you enjoy your life.”

“Yes, I do want a taste,” she groaned.

I smiled. I couldn’t wait for her to seduce her father. While she was doing that, I would work her mother into seducing her brother. Incest was the best. Her family needed to become closer. To be united.

I turned on top of her. My breasts rubbed into her skin. I settled down on her. I straddled her face and lowered my cum-filled pussy towards her mouth. Clint had pumped me full of his cum. He always loved me.

I pressed her thighs apart and stared at her pussy. A landing strip of black hair ran down to her shaved twat. Her pussy lips were tight, a hint of her inner lips peeking out, pink petals blossoming. I groaned in delight and buried my face into her pussy.

I fluttered my tongue up and down her twat. She shuddered and groaned. Her hands grabbed my rump. She pulled me down to her mouth. She pressed my pussy into her lips. She licked out without hesitating, her tongue darting through my folds.

“Not your first time eating pussy, huh?” I asked, not shocked.

“At a few parties,” she said. “You know, girls doing naughty things to impress the boys.”

“Mmm,” I said, filing that nugget away.

She thrust her tongue into my twat, lapping out my brother’s cum. I groaned, savoring the delight of feeling her scooping out Clint’s jizz. This rush of naughty delight rippled through me. My nipples rubbed into her flat stomach. The girl ate me with delight.

I pressed my lips into her shaved twat. My tongue fluttered through her tart pussy. I gathered her cream. I lapped at her. My tongue pressed into her folds. I explored her silky petals, lapping at her, making her moan into my cunt.

“Dr. Elliston!” she groaned. “You’ve done this before.”

“I love pussy,” I panted. “I’ve eaten out all of my sisters’ cunts.” And my mother’s, but I didn’t want to bring that up.

“You’re so naughty,” she moaned, fingernails biting into my rump.

Her tongue dove deep into my twat. She fluttered her tongue around inside of me. Then she swiped Clint’s cum out of my pussy. She scooped it out. I moaned into her twat. I fluttered up and down her folds, savoring her tangy delight.

My bed creaked and groaned. We moaned, feasting on each other. The pleasure rippled through me. Her lips brushed my clit as she plundered my twat. She loved the taste of the incestuous cum inside of me.

I whimpered, loving my job.

I nibbled on her pussy lips.

Her clit.

She groaned into my twat. My nipples ached against her flesh. The naughty girl wiggled her tongue around inside of me. She moaned with what sounded like frustration. Her tongue seemed to be straining inside of me, reaching as far as possible.

“Damn it,” she groaned.

“No more cum in me?” I asked.

“No more.” She squirmed beneath me as I fluttered against her clit. “Mmm, but you do have a tasty twat, Dr. Elliston.” Her tongue caressed up my slit. “Ooh, yes, let’s do it.”

She fluttered her tongue around my clit. She caressed it. I shuddered on the bed, her breasts rubbing into my stomach. I savored the hard points of her nipples. I latched onto her bud, nibbling on it with my soft lips.

She bucked beneath me. Mercedes groaned. My patient whimpered as she swirled her tongue around my clit. Pleasure burst through me. Delight flowed through me. She nibbled on my bud, teasing me, too.

The pleasure rushed through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered in delight. My pleasure swelled and swelled faster and faster. Her tongue caressing me was just a hot delight. Her fingers dug into my rump. We lapped at each other. Feasted on each other.

Our tongues dueled and danced across each other’s pussies. It was incredible. A delight. Our hips wiggled from side to side. I ground on her face while I reveled in her tart, young cream. My pleasure surged higher and higher.

We both groaned. We both shuddered.

“Dr. Elliston!”

“Mmm, let’s cum!” I panted. “Oh, yes, yes!”

I sucked on her clit. Her lips sealed on my bud. We both trembled. We writhed on the bed as my orgasm swelled. It tightened in the depths of my pussy. I whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes as I hurtled towards my climax.

She spasmed beneath me.

Mercedes’s tart juices bathed my mouth.

I drank them in as her squeals around my clit hummed around my bud. This amazing pleasure exploded through me. My orgasm detonated. My pussy convulsed. Cream gushed out of my cunt. It spilled out of my twat and soaked her face.

“Yes, yes, Dr. Elliston!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, you taste good!”

“So do you!” I whimpered between licks.

We lapped at each other as we writhed through our orgasms. She squeezed my rump. I bucked on the bed. It creaked beneath us. Her breasts rubbed into my stomach. My nipples ached against her belly. My tongue danced across her twat. We loved each other. Feasted on each other.

Then we collapsed into panting delight. I felt amazing, buzzing from the enthusiasm of her licking. Making love to a girl was always such a joy. I turned around and pressed into the girl’s body. My breasts rubbed into her form.

I kissed her. I tasted my own tart delight, a stronger flavor than hers. Our tongues dueled for a moment, my hand sliding up from her pussy. I cupped her breast. I squeezed her tit. My fingers dug into her flesh.

“Mmm, I want you to start seducing your father,” I told her.

“What about Mom?” she asked, looking away. “He loves her.”

“Once he sees you as a woman…” I leaned in had nuzzled into her ear. “You’re a girl. You know how to show off your body. Press against him. Kiss his cheeks. Let him feel the swell of your breasts. The hardness of your nipples…”

She trembled as I whispered my advice.

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Session 2 with Jill Daniels

I had such a delicious time with Jill Daniels’s daughter yesterday. I savored the flavor of eating her pussy as I stared at the older woman. Her daughter had much of her look, though Jill had curly, brown hair. She had plump lips and large breasts.

“Do you ever masturbate?” I asked, sitting on my chair, my legs crossed.

She blinked at me. “Masturbate?” She glanced away, her cheeks spotting. “Of course.”

“Do you think your daughter does it?”

She squirmed, her hands clasped over her lap. “Probably. What does—”

I raised my hand and gave her a comforting smile. “Who do you think she imagines when she’s pleasuring herself.”

The mother swallowed.

“Her father?” I asked.

She gave me this sharp look. A shudder rippled through her body. Then she nodded. “Maybe.”

“Who do you think about?”

Her cheeks went bright scarlet. “Movie stars, usually. Jason Momoa a lot. The Rock.”

“How about your son?” I leaned forward. “When he masturbates, is it possible that he’s thinking about you?”

She shuddered. “I don’t understand.”

“I think you need to understand your daughter is a woman,” I said, moving on. “You’re a woman, so you should understand the sort of desires she has.”

“You think…” The mother swallowed. “Is she jealous of me because of her father?”

I nodded. “She might be a little… flirty with him for a while. Let her. It’s important for her to test out her sexuality. It’s natural for a woman to compare herself up to her mother. To see if she measures up. She’ll soon realize your husband isn’t interested and move on.”

“Oh, okay,” Jill said. “I guess I can see that. And then she won’t be such a bitch to me?”

“Something like that,” I said.

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Session 14 with Mercedes Daniels

“Still nothing?” I asked Mercedes as we cuddled up naked on my office bed.

“Nope,” she said in irritation, her naked breasts jiggling. “I felt him get a little hard, but he seems to be bemused by me. Not turned on.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, my finger sliding down her firm stomach. “Getting hard is a good start. And your mother?”

“She’s acting weird,” Mercedes said. “It’s like she doesn’t see me as a threat. I’ve done a few… blatant things before her to attract Daddy’s notice, and she just acted like I was a little girl. That it was amusing. It’s annoying.”

“I bet it is,” I said. “But lucky for you, if she doesn’t see you as a threat, you can be even bolder.” My finger reached her landing strip.