Love Glue

The foundation of my downfall was laid by my mother. From a young age, she would enter my bedroom at night and push her pussy into my face. I hated it but didn’t have the courage to tell anyone or even ask her to stop. Perhaps she knew I hated it, or perhaps she just couldn’t keep herself from my pussy, but eventually she started serving me in the same way she forced me to serve her. I hated it even more because she always got my body to turn against my will and orgasm as much as she did.
Eventually I got out of her house and started a more normal, healthy life. I had two wonderful children, a boy and a girl, and then managed to become a nurse. Life was going so well until today when I came back home to mom to let my children meet their granny and young aunt. Mom looked my kids up and down with a raised eyebrow, practically asking if I was molesting them.
“Honey,” mom said just before I was heading for bed–we were spending the night. “I’m sorry if you feel that I treated you poorly, but I don’t regret it. It gave you a firm understanding of sex and pleasure. And I don’t think you would have dared to have children while still in your teens without our sessions.”
“Mom, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“No, honey. It’s important. I know you are very happy now but if you want the same for your children, you have to teach them about sex. I know you love them as much as I love you.”
“For me it is the best time of the day,” my younger sister said. She is fourteen and I hadn’t heart her approach. Her movements were catlike and she smiled coyly as she slid a hand around mom’s waste and down inside the skirt she was wearing.
“Amanda!” I said, surprised and shocked by her lewdness.
Mom didn’t say anything but a shiver went through her body. I knew it all too well. She always shivered like that when her clit was touched directly.
“You are straight, aren’t you?” Amanda asked me with a pout. “Your little Dana is too, I can tell. Max likes me though. If I asked him, he’d join us. Bet he’d be with you too if you asked him.”
“Goodnight,” I told them and went to bed. Just a few minutes later, I could hear mom moan through the my bedroom wall.
I knew my children would be better off untouched by me, but I was starting to realize how much I was like my mother. I’d never seen my molesting from her perspective before. Even though I had no sexual love for girls, I couldn’t deny having passionate feelings for my daughter hidden deep inside. Pressing my pussy down on her precious little face and having her pink tongue against my clit would bring me off like a rocket.
But I still had scars from when mom had done that to me and knew I would never do it to her that way. A few weeks later, mom and Amanda came to visit and to spent the night. I lay awake for a long time, listening for any sounds of their lovemaking but there were none. To my surprise I found it disappointing and regretted making them sleep in separate rooms.
To make a long story short, I was very horny and lay searching myself for answers. I lusted for my children immensely and craved hearing my mom and sister making love in order to imagine it was me with my daughter.
Around midnight, I was in my son’s room, like mom had been in mine so many times, and hoping he would not be hurt the way I had been. Then it hit me, all I needed was to make sure he slept through it. I had some anesthesia at home and soon injected some into my son. He stirred by didn’t wake up.
He was my precious little love doll and I climbed into his bed naked, wrapping myself around him tightly and grinding my cunt against his side. With my hand around his little cock, I waited patiently for a nightly erection. I his dick stirred and sucked him hard, amazed that I dared do it to my own son and just as thrilled. I loved cocks so much that I wished I had one just like his. Just a boys cock, not even four inches long but hard and pure.
His cock slipped inside me with a wet squelch. I grabbed him around the base of his cock, and under his balls, pushing them up in their sack along the shaft. My cunt stretched wide as his entire sex, both dick and balls, slipped inside me.
“Oh god,” I groaned and ground my clit hard against his pelvic bone. “Oh god.” I fell forwards, pushing my breasts in his face and started cumming hard. My spasming cunt cradled his balls, milking them. “Fuck, it’s incest,” I realized and my orgasm intensified. What my mom had done to me had never been about reproduction in any sense, but I was mating and my body hungered for his seed.
I found myself panting with my son in my arms and our sexes still joined a few minutes later. It had been too intense and I shivered all over as if my nerves were full of glitches. But I was still horny and wanted more from my son, just not yet. I also had to pay some attention to my daughter, I didn’t want to become the kind of mom who had favorites.
Feeling creative, I duct taped my son’s body to mine. My front to his back so I could hold his cock as if it was my own. I stuck a long double ended dildo up my twat and into his ass. It filled me snuggly and I hoped he wouldn’t be in too much pain when he woke up.
The room next to his was Dana’s. I entered silently but then stumbled over some clothes and dropped the tools I had brought on the floor. At eleven, she was already showing signs of puberty and her room was a mess. Clothes were everywhere and on her desk next to her bed was an old science project. For a moment she opened her eyes before I injected the drug and she fell asleep again.
“I’m so sorry, darling,” I said with a sigh of relief and started undressing her.