You rail your mother over the kitchen counter. There was something electric in the air tonight, or maybe it was just the aphrodisiac effect of her baking. But as you cooked dessert with her, you couldn't hold yourself back, and neither could she. Things went from wholesome to primal all at once. You tugged her pants down to her ankles and flipped her apron back and started invading her pussy. She didn't try to stop you at all -- and anyway, knew that she couldn't, even if she wanted to.
Now you've got her bent over, and your cock is thrusting between her legs, embedding itself in that luxuriously hot, squishy hole that birthed you.
"That's it, honey," Mom says as you fuck her in and out. "Cum inside me..."
Just a normal night, right? Except right now Mom seems especially fixated on this: the idea not just of fucking you, not just of letting you creampie her, but of gleefully letting your horny cock fuck her pregnant. This isn't just incest, this is deliberately procreative, cum-inside-on-a-dangerous-day incest. Somehow, being around all of this fucking, and knowing how virile you are, has flipped her switch. She wants you to make a baby in her. Or maybe more accurately, you suspect, she's priming you to want to make a baby inside someone else -- Rose2, or Amber, or Cerise. Or all three. She wants you to knock your sisters up.
It makes no difference to you. As long as you get to have raw creampie sex, damn the consequences. Mom's tits sway pendulously, and you grope them as you hump her. She's a soft woman, and that's her softest part, her udders that give like playdoh under your relentless squeezing. Your crotch slapping against her butt is a wonderful, fleshy noise to fill the kitchen with. The way her cunt cream sluices down your dick and runs across your heavy balls is such a nice relief, and soothes the ache inside your rock-hard shaft, that ache that commands you to rape a tender hole. The silky texture of her fuckhole is just perfect, too -- and she knows just how to tense her insides to coax out your incestuous seed in no time. It won't be long before your cock is spitting a wad of sperm directly into her motherly womb. Could life be better?
Lovingly, you hug her around her back and nuzzle her neck. You trail kisses up and down her. With a free hand, you find the downy tuft of her bush, and toy with with her clitoris, too.
Gripping the counter hard, fingernails clacking against the marble, her eyes roll to the back of her skull and her jaw hangs slack. "Fuck me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me..." she breathes. She sounds like she's turned into an idiot already just from the force of your thrusting dick. "Fuck your mommy, fuck me..."
"Hey -- Whitney wants to know when the cake's gonna be..."
Dr. Carte's voice from the doorway catches, and then trails off, as she realizes what it is she's walked in on. This obscene mother-son fuck session is already approaching its climax, and neither of you care that you've got someone watching you right now. Besides, Dr. Carte can hardly complain, since she herself has been fucking her own daughter without compunction for some time now... it would be hypocritical of her in the extreme to say that you can't do this, right?
"You can't do this!" She says.
Mom turns her head and smiles. "We're already doing it," she says simply. She wags her hips for effect.
Dr. Carte, uninvited, steps deeper into the kitchen, and observes. "This is nuts! Alabaster is your son, isn't he?"
"Yes," Mom replies, "he is." Her pussy twinges around your cock as she says this. The only thing she likes more than pointing out the incest angle herself, is having it pointed out for her.
"And you're not--" Dr. Carte begins, gulping. She leans way forward, hands on knees, to get close to eye level at the union of your cock to Mom's squelching pussy. "You're not!" Still leaning forward, she peers up at you. "You're not even using a condom!"
"What's a condom?" you ask wryly, never breaking pace. Your cock swells and you can feel a trickle of prefuck leaking from the tip. Mom's hungry pussy swallows it all up.
Dr. Carte sighs. "You're so stupid, Alabaster... you too, Scarlett... talking about it is one thing, but actually having risky sex like this is -- well -- it's risky!"
"That's the fun of it," you say.
"But--"
"Butt out!" Mom barks. "Can't you let a boy cum inside his mother in peace?"
Dr. Carte huffs. As much as she purports to be anti-incest, you suspect what her real motive is: jealousy. She's jealous of your mother, and wants you to use her own pussy instead. Dr. Carte would rather have you using one of her holes as a cumdump than inseminate your mother.
"You... know how dangerous this is... don't you?" She asks. She takes a chair from over by the kitchen's center island, and brings it to where you and Mom are fucking. She sits, hands in her lap. "If you... cum inside without protection... she could... she could actually--"
"Get pregnant?" Mom asks slyly.
"Yes!"
"I want to," she says.
Dr. Carte shakes her head. "You've gone crazy. You're letting your vagina think for you -- you don't know what it is you're really asking for!"
"Oh yes I do!" Mom cries. "I want my own biological son to deposit his semen inside my pussy so that it fertilizes me and makes me pregnant! Get the picture?"
Dr. Carte's face is trembling.
"Don't act like you don't want the same thing," Mom says. "How could anyone not want to get pregnant on this wonderful cock? It's only natural! I don't care if it belongs to my son! I want it to make me pregnant!"
Despite herself, Dr. Carte is unbuttoning her trousers and reaching down past the waistband. Gulping for air, she starts to masturbate as she recites all the risks: "There could be... genetic defects... and... how would you explain it to the world? Not to mention the child itself -- and..."
"Don't care," you grunt, crotch thwapping against Mom's fat ass, cock sawing in and out. She's got such a nice, soft cunt to fuck. So you really don't care -- you just want to feel the awesome release that goes along with spurting your cum inside her.
"We've got the best genes," Mom says. "It's fine. Our baby will be so wonderful..." She turns, and pulls your face towards hers, and kisses you deeply. You run your tongue through Mom's mouth as your cock throbs and twitches inside her and violates her most intimate spots.
"You would really let your own son..." Dr. Carte breathes. Her knuckles, bulging out the fabric of her pants, quicken. The slick noise of her schlicking joins the sounds of your incestuous breeding.
"Yes!" Mom screams. "And not just me! All my girls!" She locks eyes with you. Her voice is smoky and thick with lust. She's close to cumming, too. "I'll show them all how to make sure it takes. We'll keep them on their backs, with their butts on a pillow, after you cum in them... so that it all oozes down, right into their ovaries... yeah? We'll have their bellies swelling out to here in no time..."
What a nasty, perverted woman. You love her.
"Alabaster..." Dr. Carte says. "Please be careful--"
"I told you I don't care," you moan. Your nuts are tightening and you're about to spew.
Dr. Carte creams herself. Squeezing her hand between her own thick thighs, she appends: "No -- I mean -- be careful that you save some -- you need to get Whitney pregnant too, don't you?"
"Oh fuck," you heave.
Dr. Carte slides off the chair, to her knees, directly under you. Still holding the counter, Mom peers down at her. With Dr. Carte's face just inches away from the lewd sight of your fuck-show, you blast a gooey load of spunk. The tip of Dr. Carte's nose is practically touching Mom's clit as she drinks the sight of it in. Mom grins at her, and cums against your pulsing dick.
"Amazing, amazing..." Dr. Carte repeats. "You really don't care at all, either of you... you're like animals..."
Your strokes inside your mother's body become slow and lazy as your cum stops squirting out. You just enjoy the sensation of stirring up the spunky mess inside her. It starts to leak out from the seal of your cock in her vagina, and drip across her meaty labia, and down onto Dr. Carte.
"Skank," Mom says reproachfully as she watches your pearly semen dripping on her skin. "You would criticize us for having sex, and yet here you are underneath us, letting us cum on your face."
Dr. Carte just masturbates and watches you stirring up your mommy's pussy. She opens her mouth and lets the creamy slop drizzle onto her tongue. You have a feeling that she won't be satisfied just drinking your leftover jizz with her upper mouth, though.