Doctor’s Incestuous Family Chapter 9: Pregnant Mommy and Sis

Doctor’s Incestuous Family
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Nine: Pregnant Mommy and Sis
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Jenny Wilson

I pressed my face into my mother’s sweet pussy, her thick labia rubbing on my lips while her ticklish pubic hair caressed my cheeks. It was so wonderfully naughty to do this. Just this morning, I was so angry at her, hating her for calling me a slut and a whore and a hussy for the last few weeks. Ever since she found out I was pregnant, she had acted like a real cunt.

And then it turned out she was fucking my brother, too. And she was also pregnant. She wasn’t any better than me. I had so wanted to gloat, to hold it over her head, and then she had to go and apologize and be so loving.

But it did mean I got to eat her pussy out again.

“Damn,” James groaned, lying beside her. He had just fucked her again. We had been fucking all afternoon, a family orgy in the fancy hotel room. “You two are insatiable.”

“Yes,” Mom moaned as my tongue licked through her hot folds, gathering sweet pussy juices and salty cum.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Eating creampies is the best!”

I loved them. It was so sexy licking my big brother’s cum out of my mother’s pussy. I planted my face into her cunt, my tongue plunging deep into her silky depths. Into the very snatch that had birthed me and my brother.

A wild, naughty thrill shot out of my pregnant cunt and through my body as I gathered another tongue full of cum and pussy. I savored it on my lips. I shivered, my hips wiggling. My tongue flew through her folds, lapping, licking, driving her wild with moans and gasps. She bucked and shuddered, her thighs gripping the side of my head.

“Oh, yes, that’s my sweet Jennifer,” she moaned. “Oh, my baby girl is just so hungry for cum.”

“She’s just a slut for it,” my brother groaned.

I beamed between licks. “I am!”

And proud of it. I loved my brother. And my mom was becoming so cool. So sexy. I got why James liked fucking her. Why he loved her as more than our mother. It was so exciting plunging my tongue into her pussy, her juices coating my lips and cheeks.

My hands squeezed her ass, massaging her pliant booty. I gripped her cheeks, licking with a furious hunger. Mom groaned, her big breasts jiggling as she squirmed, the hotel bed creaking. Her hips humped against my face, grinding on me as I gave her more pleasure.

Mommy was as insatiable as I was.

“Oh, yes, Mommy’s sweet, baby girl is devouring her pussy. Oh, yes. Just devouring her naughty cunt.” She shuddered. “I’m such a bad Mommy for loving this.”

“So bad,” I moaned my agreement before scooping out more delicious cum seasoned with incestuous pussy.

The juices trickled down my chin, my own cream running down my thighs. My pregnant pussy was on fire. I ripped my right hand from fondling Mom’s ass and plunged it between my steamy thighs. I groaned into her pussy, rubbing at my hot flesh. Shudders ran through me. My strokes birthed delicious delight.

I jammed my tongue so deep into her, extending it as far as I could to find more of James’s cum. I ate my mother’s pregnant pussy clean of my brother’s spunk. I loved it. My fingers, rubbing at my hot cunt, curled and plunged into my depths.

Wonderful.

Her juices flowed more and more. The salty flavor of James’s jizz diminished. I had licked her all clean. So I attacked Mom’s clit.

“Jennifer!” she moaned, bucking. It was so hot hearing her call me by my full name. She only did that when she was being all motherly and loving and full of pride for me.

I flicked her clit. I lashed my tongue against it over and over while my fingers plunged deep into my pussy. I stirred myself up as I drove Mom crazy. Her breasts shook more as she writhed in passion, her pleasure building and building.

Which excited me more. I wanted to make my mother cum. I wanted her to explode, to give her pleasure. It was amazing how fast things could change. How we could fall back into the patterns of loving family. She had gone temporarily crazy because of her desire for James, and now she understood—I wasn’t stealing James.

We could share him.

We could keep our love in the family. Where it belonged.

“Oh, Jennifer, yes! Eat Mommy’s naughty cunt! Oh, you’re such a good girl! Mmm, Mommy’s good girl! Yes, yes, yes! Make Mommy… Cum!”

She howled out that last word as her entire body heaved. Her bleached-blonde hair danced about her flushed, mature face. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on my fingers as her juices gushed out of her snatch. I drank them down, savoring the sweet ambrosia of Mom’s incestuous cream.

My fingers plunged with a furious need into my aching cunt. My body shuddered, the friction rising as I lapped up the flood, drinking all of my mother’s juices. It was so wonderfully wicked of me to do this.

“Jennifer!”

“Mom!”

My orgasm spasmed through my pussy. A hot flash of rapture. My cunt convulsed about my fingers, massaging them like they were a cock capable of flooding my pregnant depths. I shuddered, pressing my face into Mom’s sweet pussy as the ecstasy boiled my mind. I smeared my cheeks and nose through her pussy, reveling in her hot flesh.

I loved incest. I loved my family.

“Oh, Jennifer,” mewled Mom. “Oh, that was good.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, my rapture peaking.

James let out a low snore. I blinked, glancing at my brother. He was asleep beside us. Mom giggled and I grinned at her. I crawled up her body, pressing my round breasts into her pillowy mounds as I settled down on her.

“We wore him out,” I grinned.

“He does have a lot of stamina,” Mom agreed. “But he came a lot.”

“Mmm, he did.” I licked my lips. “I’m glad we’re all a family again, Mom. Aren’t you?”

I smiled at her. But instead of smiling back, her face fell. And then tears brimmed in her dark eyes. Her arms tightened about me as she began to cry.

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Dr. Bernice Wilson

I shook as Jenny stared down at me, just hearing those words, family, made me feel so terrible. So guilty.

“Mom?” Jenny asked, concern crossing her face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just…” Tears spilled hot from my eyes, the world growing blurry. “I was so terrible to you. I should have supported you. It must have been so scary learning you were pregnant. And that James was the father. You must have been so worried. And how did I act? I screamed at you, belittled you, insulted you.

“I was such a terrible Mother.”

“You were,” Jenny said, pain crossing her face. “But it’s okay. We’re a family now.”

“You should hate me,” I spat out.

“Yeah, I should.” She furrowed her brow. “But you were just…hormonal. Boy crazy. And it’s in the past. Okay? I mean, I said plenty of mean things about you to James behind your back.”

“You did?” I asked. There was something about her admission that was an invitation to share some of the guilt. She wanted to lessen my guilt. Because she did love me. Despite the hurtful things I said, she still cared for me. “Like what?”

“Dried-up old bitch,” she said. “And stuck-up bitch. And prudish cunt. Joyless hag.”

I smiled at her. It made me feel better hearing her words. “Well, I think you know I’m not dried up.”

She licked her lips, coated in my pussy juices, and nodded. “You definitely are not dried up. You are hot and wet and sexy.”

My daughter kissed me on the lips. It was so wonderful to love my daughter and my son. Now I truly was such a naughty mother.

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James Wilson

I grinned when my mother and sister walked into our bedroom. We all slept in the master bedroom these days, sharing it, loving each other. They were both naked, their bellies round with their pregnancies. Jenny was at six-and-a-half months and Mom was nearly at six. Jenny’s shorter frame made her round belly appear even larger, her youthful body ripening into motherhood. Mom wore her pregnancy with a mature grace, the sleek swell rising from her pillowy breasts down to her pussy.

“Someone’s looking hard,” Jenny giggled as she crawled onto the bed, her breasts, ripened a cup size, swung before her delicious belly.

“Pregnant women are hot,” I grinned, reaching out to slide past her breasts to stroke her belly, swollen with my child.

They both carried my children. That made it so hot.

“We gave him a pregnancy fetish,” Mom purred, crawling on the other side, her pillowy tits swaying, her nipples almost brushing the sheets.

“Yes, you did,” I grinned, my left hand finding her belly, caressing her skin. “I’m going to have to keep you both bred.”

“Just pump baby after baby into us,” giggled Jenny as she leaned down to nuzzle at my cheek.

“Yes,” I groaned, Mom snuggling on the other side. Their round bellies rubbed on my side, their hands stroking my cheeks. “Big and round and beautiful.”

Mom kissed me on the mouth, her lips hot. I groaned, my arms moving, cupping both their assess, pulling them close. Mom’s tits pillowed on my chest while Jenny’s smaller breasts only brushed my flesh. She nibbled on my chin, her thighs parting, rubbing a hot pussy on my skin.

Mom’s hand found my cock. She stroked it, making me groan into our kiss. Her fingernail stroked the sensitive crown, a light graze that made my entire body convulse with delight.