Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine 6: Six: Mommy’s Incestuous Romps

Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

Story Six: Mommy’s Incestuous Romps

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

I just finished having sex with my husband.

Middle of the day. Passionate. I couldn’t remember the last time we had done that with all our children in the house. I had walked into his office where Michael now worked because of the quarantine. Our youngest daughter, Linda, had been in there writing at her own computer.

I had thought it was adorable that she was spending time with her father. Linda had always been a daddy’s girl. Our eldest daughter, Nancy, like to spend time with me. She had spent the last three weeks of quarantine with me in my workshop. We’d been making jams, pickling vegetables, working on crafts, and having sex.

Hot, lesbian, incestuous sex.

Last week, my twenty-one-year-old daughter had seduced me into depraved passion. She had awakened me to desires I didn’t even know I could have. She had done it skillfully. I shuddered at the thought of her manipulation.

Nancy was why I just had sex in the middle of the day with my husband.

He was already slipping into sleep, naked on our bed, satiated by our passion. He had gone down on me and then fucked me hard. He had dumped his cum into me. Just filled my pussy with all his spunk. I wanted him to cum in me.

Nancy wanted him to cum in me, too.

As I pulled on my panties to trap in my husband’s cum, I shuddered. This was all Nancy’s idea. She wanted to eat a creampie, something I had never heard of before. She wanted to lick her father’s cum out of my pussy. But she also wanted to give me a treat. So she was in the garage fucking her twin brother right now.

I licked my lips as I grabbed my jean shorts next. Was Nancy really being fucked by Clancy? I didn’t doubt that my daughter could seduce her twin. She had seduced me, so how hard would a young man be.

Waves of depraved lust washed through me. Clancy was growing up to be his father. Handsome. Masculine. He spent quarantine in the garage rebuilding a muscle car, a gift from Michael. Was Nancy bent over the hood of the car right now getting fucked?

No, they had probably finished up by now.

My husband let out a groan, his eyes closed. I smiled at that. I still had been having sex with Michael even after being seduced. Nancy claimed incest wasn’t cheating. It was a philosophy I liked. It took away my guilt.

“Sleep tight,” I whispered and pulled on my tank top.

Michael had been shocked when I walked into his office and whispered, “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

Linda had been in the room. She had known I was taking her father off to have sex. I could see her squirming. It made me wonder about my husband and her. All alone in that office. Did they have sex in there?

This wave of heat washed through me. I hoped they did. But Linda wasn’t Nancy. She was shy. An introvert. And Michael would never molest one of our three daughters. He was a good man. I sighed and slipped out of the room.

Was there a way to get them to have sex?

I frowned as I noticed Renee’s door was shut tight. Had that been shut when I brought my husband into our room? I leaned towards the door. Did I hear the bed quivering? Renee, our middle daughter of nineteen, had her room right next to ours. Was someone in there? Renee was usually down by the pool sunbathing. That was how she was spending quarantine.

Doing nothing.

Was it Linda in there?

I kept going down the hallway. I glanced into the office. There was Linda’s desk set up against the wall. It made things tight in here. She had her computer, her screen black. Chair empty. Had she snuck into Renee’s room to listen to us?

How kinky of her.

I smiled my approval as I headed down the stairs. I wanted to eat out my eldest daughter, lick my son’s cum out of her. I took the stairs fast, my big boobs bouncing in my tank top. I could feel my husband’s cum leaking out of me. I had never done this before. I’d always clean myself up after having sex.

Nancy was so naughty.

I reached the first floor. We had a large house. Michael was an amazing provider. I had quit my job before the twins were even born. Then when I was pregnant with Linda, we had bought this large place complete with a pool. It was perfect for four kids. They all had their own rooms and there was still space.

I passed through the living room to my workshop. It was like a second kitchen but also had room for crafts. I loved it. I opened the door and found Nancy waiting naked. She had her hand clamped firmly over her pussy, the brown curls spilling over her hand.

I was blonde, my husband black-haired. Our children ran the gamut. Linda had her father’s hair, Renee mine, and the twins split the difference with their brown locks. Nancy’s round breasts rose and fell, still perky with youth. The twenty-one-year-old girl stared at me with hunger in her blue eyes. Those she had gotten from me and shared with Linda while Renee and Clancy had their father’s brown irises.

“Dad lasts long, huh?” Nancy cooed. “Go him.”

“Your father went down on me first,” I said, stretching casually. “He made me cum before he fucked me and made me cum again.”

“Damn,” Nancy said, sounding impressed. “I just had Clancy bend me over his car and fuck me from behind. I should have put my brother to more of the test. Seen what else he could have done. He’s got a reputation at our school.”

“Does he?” I asked. He had never had a girlfriend, but then Nancy never had a boyfriend. Dating didn’t seem to be a thing any longer. College kids just hooked up and fucked. It was so depressing that they seemed to skip falling in love.

I had met Michael in high school.

“So,” Nancy said, “I have a pussy full of your son’s cum, and you have a pussy full of my daddy’s cum. Whatever shall we do?”

“You are a wicked girl,” I purred and peeled off my t-shirt.

“I know, Mommy,” she cooed and grabbed my big breasts. She buried her head between them, her brown hair spilling over my large mounds. She loved my tits. She rubbed her face back and forth, squeezing them against her cheeks. She moaned as she did, her lips kissing, tongue licking.

It was exciting.

My cum-filled pussy clenched. I shuddered and unsnapped my shorts. I worked those and my panties off my hips as my daughter smooched up my left breast. She nipped me with her teeth, making me gasp.

“You little brat,” I groaned.

She giggled. “Mmm, they’re just such delectable boobs, Mommy.”

She licked to my nipple and sucked on them. I let my shorts drop while my panties bunched around my thighs. I shoved them down further and they dropped past my knees. I thrust my hand between my thighs to hold in my husband’s cum as I worked my feet out of the panties.

My daughter sucked my tits the entire time. She nibbled on my nub. It was so naughty. I groaned at what she was doing to me. Shivers ran through me as she swirled her tongue around my areolas. She caressed me. Teased me.

“Yes,” I moaned.

She popped her mouth off. “Mmm, let’s get wild!”

I slipped onto the large, wooden worktable. The waxed surface felt cool beneath my ass. I stretched out on my back, my boobs jiggling. I licked my lips, hungry to eat my daughter’s pussy full of her twin’s cum. My son’s jizz.

Incest had spread further.

My daughter crawled onto me, her youthful face bursting with passion. She had this wicked gleam in her eyes. I shuddered at the intensity. I hoped Michael and Linda discovered incest. I wondered if there was something I could do about it?

Then my daughter spun around over me. Her legs flashed. Her brown-furred muff appeared over me, my son’s white cum matting her silky curls. I groaned at the sight. I had eaten Nancy’s pussy out so many times over the last week. I had learned all about pleasing my daughter’s cunt.

I licked my lips, wanting to devour all that cum out of her pussy.

She descended her cunt to my mouth. My pussy clenched as she came closer and closer. But too slow. I grabbed her young ass and pulled her twat to my lips. She gasped as I planted her cunt right on my mouth. I shuddered at the delight of her silky bush rubbing into my mouth. The cum on her bush rubbed into my face. The salty scent filled my nose, mixing with her spicy musk.

“Oh, god, yes!” I groaned and then licked at the jizz in her pubic hair.

My toes curled as I tasted my son’s cum, flavored by my daughter’s spicy musk. Clancy tasted like his father’s. I had never shied away from swallowing Michael’s spunk. His son’s was just as good. I groaned and licked again, gathering up the spunk in my daughter’s curls first.

Nancy, her round breasts rubbing into my stomach, did the same to me. She lapped at my pubic hair. Her tongue caressed my curls, rustling them. My pussy clenched as she lapped up her father’s jizz. The very seed that had started her in my womb so many years ago.

“Oh, Mom,” she groaned. “Mmm, Dad taste good.”

“Yes, he does,” I moaned, digging my fingers into her peachy ass. I sucked off a glob of my son’s cum from her brown curls.

The salty flavor soaked through my mouth. My son’s incestuous seed made my toes curl. I groaned at that delight. My daughter licked through my bush, stroking at my vulva. Not my slit, but the sides. I shuddered at the touch. She wiggled her hips as she moaned her excitement.

I loved this.

My fingers dug into her rump as I licked at her slit now. Her spicy juices flavored the cum more strongly. I loved how she moaned into my twat as I stroked up her folds, caressing over her clit and then parting her labia. I scooped up my son’s cum leaking out of her, my pussy clenching at the naughty thrill.

I had carried them both in my womb at the same time. Now they had united. They had mixed their fluids. It was incredible.

I loved tasting their incest.

I thrust my tongue into my daughter’s pussy. She groaned, her silky walls squeezing about my tongue. I licked my tongue through her folds. I caressed her and loved how she shuddered. My tongue danced up and down through her slit. It was so much fun to please her.