Doctor’s Incestuous Family Chapter 5: Incestuous Anal Delight

Doctor’s Incestuous Family
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Five: Incestuous Anal Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Dr. Bernice Wilson

There was silence between me and my baby girl, my sweet and innocent Jennifer as the fear played across her face. Her eyes were locked on the pregnancy test box held in my hand. The actual applicator was missing. She probably disposed of it and forgot all about the packaging as she tried to hide her pregnancy from me.

She was only eighteen. It seemed too young. I wasn’t ready to be a grandmother. Especially not after last night.

I had surrendered to my forbidden lusts. I had seduced my nineteen-year-old son into incest. He had been confused, at first, but I stroked and sucked him, making him so horny. And then I rode him, and he had loved it. He had cum so much in me. I had planned on giving him a wake-up blowjob. I now understood why my patient, Cheryl, fucked her son.

It was the hottest thing in the world. So wrong. So forbidden. I was so eager for more.

I was so excited to suck his cock. And then Jenny came out of his room, sneaking around while he slept, looking for ways to get him in trouble like she always was. Anger flared through me. I didn’t want to handle the whole pregnancy thing this way, but…

“Well?” I demanded, shaking the box in her face. “You’re pregnant?”

“I’m…pregnant.” Her gaze fell. She fidgeted in her nightgown. Her body shook. “It was so dumb. There was this boy and I just…got carried away.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, arms folded. It was so easy to get carried away. My pussy clenched, remembering the feel of James in me. “Carried away? I thought I taught you better. Didn’t you at least make him wear a condom?”

She winced. “I was at a party, the one I went to with James two weeks ago and there was this boy.”

“You said that already,” I said. “Of course there was a boy. That’s how reproduction works.” I couldn’t believe this. I was a Gynecologist, and my daughter didn’t bother with protection.

“And…I don’t know, I was just so caught up in it. We were kissing in a room. All alone. And I felt so…” She trailed off, blushing. “And…it just happened.” She looked at me, her blue eyes so wide. “I swear it. It just happened. We…did it. It all happened so fast. I didn’t even think about…protection until it was over. Then I freaked out and had James take me home. He didn’t know,” she added with haste. “But now I don’t know how to contact the boy. He goes to another school or something. I didn’t even catch his name.”

“Don’t know who he is?” I asked, my stomach twisting. “So it was only the one time? And that knocked you up?”

Jenny nodded her head. “It was the center of my cycle. I’ve read that makes girls…want to do it…”

“So it’s all your hormones fault?” My tone grew frosty.

“I guess.” she shifted.

My stomach twisted. I asked again, “And that was the only time?”

She nodded her head.

“You haven’t been having any sex since?”

Another nod.

My hand clenched on the box. She was lying to me. To my face. My baby girl was keeping secrets. “So you didn’t have a boy over the day when I caught you in the downstairs bathroom about to take a shower?”

She froze.

“That would have been the day before the party, right?”

“No, Mom. I just needed to shower. James was upstairs and—”

“And I didn’t find fresh cum on your panties last night?” I asked, leaning towards her. “Huh? I just imagined the fresh stains? They were still wet.”

She trembled.

“Who are you having sex with, Jenny?”

“No one,” she said, her voice rising. “You were mistaken. It wasn’t cum.”

“Then what was it?”

James opened his bedroom door. Jenny glanced at him. My son froze, wearing only his boxers. Jenny had woken him up. He needed his sleep. His face furrowed. “What’s going on?”

“Your sister is lying to me about everything,” I answered. I held up the pregnancy test box. “Some boy knocked her up, and she’s hiding who he is. She’s been seeing him for at least two weeks unless…” My eyes widened. “Is it a teacher? Is that why you told me this lie about the party?”

“Lie?” James croaked.

“It’s not a lie,” Jenny insisted. “And it wasn’t with a teacher.”

“Then who?” I folded my arms. “Who knocked you up? Who are you hiding? Is he married? Did he molest you? Are you being coerced?”

“God, no, Mom!” Jenny fumed, stamping her foot. “It was just that one time. I don’t know what you found in my panties.”

“And the wet spot on the couch I found the day you dashed to the shower? Were you fucking the boy like a little hussy on my couch!” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I didn’t even understand why I said them. Where had this anger come from? I glanced at James. I had fucked my son. How was I any better than my daughter?

She glanced at him again then backed up towards him like she meant to hide behind him.

More anger spiked. “Answer me, Jenny! Who is the father of your child?”

“A boy! I don’t know his name! It was a stupid mistake!” She glanced at James.

“Mom,” he said, moving forward. “You need to calm down. Why would she lie about this?”

“To protect the father.” My eyes narrowed. “Just tell me, Jenny. You’re scaring me.”

“I told you.” Tears filled her eyes. “Just believe me, Mom.”

“How can I? You lied to me. You have had sex more than that one time. And in my house!”

James’s face paled. “How do you know, Mom?”

He was such a good brother, so concerned for his little sister. But she didn’t deserve it. “I found her panties. Soiled. She had sex yesterday. Did she bring home any boys, James?”

“No,” he said slowly.

“Then it was at school. Oh, god, it is a teacher. And I bet he’s married.”

“It’s not a teacher!” she shrieked stubbornly. “And I didn’t have sex yesterday!”

“Yeah, when would she?” James added.

He was so nervous. It had to be about last night. He didn’t want to let Jenny know what we did. He was protecting me. I was just as bad as this teacher who preyed on Jenny. But it was so hot with James. It was so sexy.

“You’re going to stand here and tell me who—”

“I told you!” Jenny shrieked then, crying, she turned and darted down the hallway and burst into her bedroom.

“Jenny!” James called. He started to head down the hallway to his sister, but I caught his hand.

“No,” I hissed. “Let the little hussy cry in her bedroom.”

“Hussy, mom?” James asked, anger in his voice.

Why was I acting like this? I shouldn’t be demeaning her. She was being preyed on by this teacher, and yet… She was a slut. A slut like her mother. A filthy whore who couldn’t be trusted around any man. I bet the teacher was married, and she fluttered her eyebrows and cooed and acted so coy and flirty, luring him from his wife.

Just like that whore Pete married.

I stroked my son’s hand. “She’s been so bad,” I said, unable to help myself. He was so damned sexy. So strong, so muscular, so handsome. I bet Jenny saw it, too. The way she kept turning to James. I’d have to watch the little minx. “I need you.”

“Need me?” he asked, still staring down that hall, tricked by her crying tears. He wanted to go to her.

I pulled him towards the bathroom. “Mommy needs her big, strong son. I was coming to wake you up with a blowjob.” But that little tramp was in there, snooping. “She’ll be crying for a while. We could take a shower together.”

I was such a hussy. A wanton, slutty mommy. My hand slid down his muscular stomach to the waistband of his boxers. I slid them in, grasping his hardening cock. He groaned, his eyes peeling away from his sister’s door to stare at me. He groaned as I stroked him, feeling his dick throb and grow stiffer.

I grinned at him, loving his eyes falling on my robe, belted loosely. I was naked beneath. I led him backwards into the bathroom, his eyes watching my tits bounce. His boxers fell off his hips as I held his cock like a leash, stroking him. He was so thick, so hard. Bigger than his father by an inch or so.

Better than his father. He would never leave me for a hussy. He would always love his naughty mommy.

I had fought this so much, I knew this was so wrong but after last night I just couldn’t care. Not after how hard I came. How wonderful it was to feel like a woman again. My hand found the shower handle. I twisted it. It hissed on, water falling as I pulled my son to me, lifting my head to kiss him.

When had he gotten taller than me?

His lips were so hungry on my mouth. His hands were bold. They pushed open my robe, the lose knot coming undone. His hands found my large breasts, squeezing them. I shuddered, loving his touch, feeling like such a whore-mommy for letting my son fondle my big tits.

Steam billowed out of the shower as I rubbed his hard cock against my stomach before moving it down to my pubic hair. He groaned into the kiss, squeezing my tits harder as my silky curls caressed the sensitive crown of his dick.