extrem incest

The years began to fly. Cindy and I were wed. My job was going well. Cindy no longer had to work which was a good thing being that she was pregnant. We were both so happy. Our sex life continued to be thrilling and nasty. I loved shooting my load over her big tummy!
“You got em good babe.” She’d say with a smile.
“How do you know its a him yet?”
“…Just hoping.”
In time the ultrasound showed it was going to be a boy. Cindy began decorating the nursery in blue. She was my hot little chuber, barefoot, pregnant and an absolute slut!
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King turned out to be a good dog. He did his job well. Of course we made sure Derek was never around when Cindy needed a good dog fucking. I’d take Derek to the park or to the ball field to watch the older boys practice. King had to be put to sleep when Derek was about six. Cindy was a wreck over it for some time.
Later that same year Cindy announced we were having another baby and after a long summer of “chubber fucking” she gave birth to a beautiful girl, Mandy. Derek was very proud and protective of his baby sister.
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The first hooker I brought home to my wife was a clean shaven little thing named Kelly. She was about eighteen or nineteen. I got in real close and watched Cindy gorge on her cunt. She slobbered and slurped shamelessly, violently. Even the bitch was surprised.
“Jeez lady, has it been a while?”
Cindy took charge.
“Shut da fuck up and turn ovah!”
“Whatever.”
I watched as my wife spread the teen’s sweaty ass apart and stabbed the shit hole with her tounge. It made a “glich” “glich” sound.
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Note to readers: The narraration in these final segments will be general and not from the viewpoint of Cindy’s husband Dan. (Finally gave him a name!)
Enjoy.

Over the passing years things naturally slowed down in the bedroom.Dan was often away with his job as was the case this week. Cindy decided to get some serious housework done.Dan did leave her some “pussy-hounding” money but she wasn’t up for that, even deciding not to masturbate. She’d be good and horny for her hubbie’s return. When saturday rolled around She awoke slowly to find that Mandy had crawled into bed with her. Mandy had lovely auburn hair, so shiny and soft. Cindy stroked her daughters cheek and she awoke.
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Trying to put the dream out of her mind, Cindy got to work on the house. She also had the car picked up. The alignment was so bad she didnt want to drive it herself. She left the keys in the ignition and a man came around to take it in. Cindy didnt care about the extra cost, she just didnt want to leave the house today. Derek took off on his bike without a word and Mandy was at the neighbor’s playing with Sarah.
Cindy had not had an orgasm in forever. (Pissing the bed didn’t count.) She wanted to save it for Dan’s return in two days. She was twitchy and had to wash her vagina often with cool water so as not to stink up the house! But her “cunt-trail” had already cast it’s spell.
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What’s next was simple enough for Derek. He got to his feet, positioned himself over his mom nd laid into her hard! His cock had never felt the rapture of a wet fuck, let alone his own flesh and blood! Cindy’s legs put a death grip around her boy’s ass. Mandy crawled onto the bed, removing her shorts and standing on her knees next to mommy.
“Sit on her face Bunny!” Derek gasped, and with a very ‘dreamlike’ deja-vu, Mandy swung her leg over mommy’s face, perching her little slicker onto Cindy’s mouth. Mandy’s anus stretched and yawned over her mother’s nose as Cindy darted her tounge upward, finding Mandy’s (not so tiny) clit! Like mother, like daughter, little Mandy’s shit was hangin low like a punching bag!
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so my moms got this fat butt right? so in my dream i dreamt that she was walkin out the door but i stopped her and kissed her all sloppy like and she was lovin it. then out of nowhere i force pushed her around and lifted up her dress over her head so she couldnt see anything and i started to dry fuck her ass. she had these nice silk panties on and when i came my cock was facing toward the ceiling and i came literally everywhere all over her back and ass ad got some in her hair. that dream was tight.

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Sandy was a single mother of 36. She was a smart, professional woman who valued her independence from any man. Ever since Steve had impregnated her in college and announced that a family was not in his immediate plans, Sandy vowed to raise her child alone and succeed no matter the cost. Sandy took good care of herself by working hard and being involved in her son’s life. Her hair was a brilliant fiery reddish orange. She had 34 C breasts with nipples that would swell like peanut butter cups. Her ass was firm and would fit in the palm of a man’s hand. Her son had been a c-section delivery so her pussy was as tight as it had been in college. Sany trimmed her pubic area leaving only a thin strip of hair because of the fiery color of her mound. She loved wearing loose t-shirts at night without panties and a growing teenage son with roving eyes did not need enticement from his mother. Sandy was every horny man’s dream, but she refused all men devoting herself entirely to her son and career.
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They’d been working alone in the house for about an hour when he sent her downstairs to the basement to get some papers he’d left on the desk. Only moments after she’d gone, her father heard a loud crashing sound followed by a scream.

Rushing to the top of the stairs, he looked down and saw Ann Marie sprawled out where she had tripped and fell.

“Are you all right, Annie?” he asked when he got to the bottom of the steps.

“I don’t know, Dad,” she answered, as her father helped her to her feet. “My leg hurts.”
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She was sitting on the front seat of the passenger side with her knees on an angle, almost touching the floor stick shift of the car. As he drove, his eyes were distracted by her legs, as the streetlights flashed on them. She wore a short skirt and her legs were uncovered about ten inches above the knee.

He shifted into fourth gear and allowed his hand to remain on the shift as he drove. A downward glance told him his hand was practically touching her knee. His daughter continued talking of the day’s events, but he couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. Those awful unnatural feelings he felt in the past, again started flowing through him. He kept stealing glances at those upper thighs that were exposed and his heart was again pounding as it had so many times in the past.
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