(Third trimester, month eight)
“It’s okay, honey, go ahead.”
Lying on her right side, Linda Harris stretched out on the big, king-sized bed to face her husband and daughter. All three of them were naked with Michael flat on his back while Sarah straddled him, sitting on his upper thighs.
“Are you sure?” Hesitant, Michael looked at his wife, who had a firm grip on his full, thick erection. The young woman, almost seventeen, bit her lower lip, eyes fixated on her father’s noble eight inches. Clearly, she wanted this to happen, as she had done so many times before.
“I’m sure, husband,” Linda smiled. “Trust me. The doctor says it’s fine during the third trimester if we follow the rules.”
“Come on, Dad!” Sarah pleaded impatiently.
“Okay, then.” There was no question he wanted to fuck, but the sight of his daughter’s huge baby bump, which almost dwarfed her young body, made him instinctively reticent.
Linda pulled the skin taut on Michael’s twitching cock as Sarah moved forward, positioning herself over his jutting shaft.
“That’s it,” Mother smiled. She never tired of the ritual, even after eight long months, as she rubbed her husband’s swollen, purple helmet back and forth against his daughter’s slick, downy slit, wetting the tip with her juices.
“Go ahead, love.”
With a nod, the young woman started lowering herself onto her father’s erection. Immediately, Michael groaned with pleasure, buttocks tensing.
“Oh, yes, honey…go ahead.” Lust tempered Linda’s voice. She loved the sight of Michael’s veined cock disappearing, inch by inch, into their daughter until Sarah’s bare ass sank all the way down to rest again on her father’s body.
“Ahhh, yesss,” Sarah sighed, eyes closed as she started to undulate against her father’s cock.
“Mmmm, baby…uh-huh, that’s it.” Linda nodded as her husband started moving against his pregnant daughter from underneath, matching her motions. “You can’t get enough of your sweet girl.”
“You got that right.” Michael, wincing with pleasure, had been fucking his daughter, and their only child, for eight months. He still had trouble believing the baby inside Sarah’s tummy was his, but there it was.
“Mmmm, yes…so good…” Sarah, lips parted, looked down at her father as their bodies moved together. Michael gripped her waist as his cock pistoned in and out of his daughter with an increasing rhythm.
Linda loved watching her husband fuck their daughter. Eight months ago, she had become involved with Sarah, much to her surprise. It was then that the young woman expressed a desire to be intimate with her father. In what was truly a rapid succession of events, they went from being a relatively normal family to passionate lovers.
“So be it,” Linda said. All three of them now shared one bed.
“Honey, you’re leaking again.” Mother’s voice was hoarse with desire as she watched her daughter’s jiggling breasts. Sarah had been lactating for some time, but now her milk production had increased. White fluid beaded on her nipples, which in turn dripped onto the top of her baby bump before streaking down to where their bodies coupled.
“Let me…” Resting a hand on Sarah’s swollen tummy, Linda leaned over and took a nipple in her mouth. Immediately, Sarah hissed with pleasure, nodding with approval.
“Uh-huh. Goddamn, YES, Mom!”
Linda, feeding eagerly, quickly drained one breast before moving to the other, eliciting more approval as Sarah’s dark red areola disappeared into her mouth. By now, her hand had slid underneath the baby bump to find her daughter’s swollen clit. Mother knew how to touch her girl as slender fingers started moving in circles against her wet, pink nubbin. Moans and whimpers of pleasure filled the room.
All the while, Michael fought to keep from coming too soon as he watched them take their pleasure. It was Sarah who broke the spell.
“Oh…ohhh, shit, YES!” Her eyes opened. “Mom! Dad! It’s starting to come!”
Immediately, Linda released her daughter’s breast and, in a flash, glued her mouth to one of Michael’s nipples.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled. “It’s time. Let’s come together!”
Linda moaned against her husband’s chest, her lips curled back as she sucked and teased his hard bud.
Michael and Sarah bucked against each other like crazed animals as an intense surge of pleasure overtook them simultaneously. Linda fell back, watching intently the pure, carnal love between her husband and her daughter.
Oh, my god. Can it get any better than this?
Michael had been saving his cum for several days and, as expected, the copious load filled Sarah’s orifice to overflowing.
“Yes…YES!!!” Eyes wild, Linda hissed between clenched teeth as she watched her husband’s ejaculate spill out of Sarah’s pussy to pool on his thick, matted pubes. She couldn’t help but dip her fingers in the fresh goo, putting it in her mouth over and over. Losing control, she lunged, pressing her face into the cove where their bodies still met.
“Goddamn, Mom, get some!” Sarah panted as her mother burrowed in.
“Fuck, yeah!” Michael rested his hand on the back of his wife’s head as she lapped up the feral aftermath of incest. Linda raised her head.
“Sarah,” Mother’s face glistened with sticky sex, “let me mount your father.”
The young woman nodded, dismounting. Not a second passed before Linda hopped in the saddle. By now, she was so wet and ready, already on the edge of orgasm, that she bucked herself to completion within a matter of seconds. Michael just held on, marveling at her passion.
“Oh, no…no…nooo!” Linda, sweat now beading on her naked skin, protested. “I need more sex! MORE!!!”
Michael nodded as his wife started riding him again. Sarah, cum still dripping down the insides of her thighs, slid into her mother’s place on the bed, watching as Linda took what she had to have!
“God, yes, Mom…fuck Dad…FUCK!” Now it was the pregnant young woman who eyed Linda intently as Mother’s big tits bounced with each thrust of her body.
“Oh, yes, sweet Jesus…coming again…coming,” Linda grunted.
Sarah leaned over and, like her mother before, began sucking her father’s nipple, reaching over to tweak the other. She knew the effect it would have.
“Oh, goddammit, Sarah,” Michael grunted as he nursed his daughter. “FUCK!”
“Yes, fucking YESSS!!!” Linda’s body jerked as the orgasm hit. Grasping the headboard, her body shook as if she was having a seizure. Her face contorted, eyes squeezed shut as insane pleasure possessed her full, matronly body.
A split-second later, with the help of his daughter’s ministrations, Michael growled out another orgasm, his fingers digging into his wife’s soft, yielding flesh as he injected his load deep into Linda’s body. Sarah released her father’s nipples, giving her parents room while she watched them parents ride noisily through shared, mutual climaxes.
“That’s the fucking ticket.” She smirked, eyes dark. “Goddamn!”
Soon, all three of them sidled their naked bodies against one another on the bed, Sarah between her parents, happy and content as they basked in the afterglow.
“God, that was so fucking good, you two,” Michael gently rubbed Sarah’s swollen belly. “It was the best.”
Linda snorted, smiling as she gazed at her life partner. Sarah said what her mother was thinking.
“You said that last time, Dad,” the young woman smiled. “And the time before that, and the…”
Linda joined her daughter.
“…time before that, and the…” The two women laughed, Linda reaching over to tweak her husband’s nipple.
“Well,” he kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “It’s true!”
“Yes, my dear husband,” Linda smiled again, “I can’t argue with that.”
“I just…” Michael paused a beat. “I still worry I’m going to cause Sarah to deliver the baby.” Daughter looked up at Father.
“Dad, come on,” she said with calm and loving eyes. “The doctor said there’s no chance of that.”
“Some women have that issue, but believe me, I asked him,” Linda added. “So you can fuck away until she gives birth.”
Sarah nodded. “Uh-huh!”
“Which will be here before you know it. Oh…” Michael rubbed Sarah’s belly again. “I felt him kicking.”
“That little fella’s eager to get out,” Linda smiled.
(First trimester, month one)
Sarah, totally nude, drew her knees up as she rested on the big, king-sized bed. A large, fluffy pillow supported her in a half-sitting position as she gazed down at her mother. Linda, also nude, slid up from the foot of the bed over soft, white bedclothes, a big smile on her face.
“You don’t know how much I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Mother said. Placing her hands on her daughter’s knees, she gently opened the gates to heaven. Sarah nodded as Linda pressed her mouth against the young woman’s downy pubic floss. Her tongue stroked up and down the wet slit, pushing inside. The sensation was immediate.
“Oh, fuck, Mom,” Sarah couldn’t help but gasp as her erect clit was surrounded by warm, moist pressure. “Me, too.” She clasped her hands around the back of her mother’s head. She couldn’t help but slowly undulate against Linda’s expert mouth. “It’s so hard sitting still at school, especially during that final class, thinking of what’s waiting for me when I get home.”
Linda merely moaned into her daughter’s blonde fuzz, her head bobbing slightly with each lick. She reached up, passing her hands over the young woman’s chest, massaging Sarah’s diminutive breasts, teasing her small nipples.
“Ahhh! Yesss!!!” She hissed, sparks of pleasure traveling from her nipples straight down to her clit. Of course, it didn’t take long for sensations to build, one upon the other, until Sarah whimpered.
“Oh, my god, yes!” Daughter panted as her mother burrowed even deeper. “Fuck, keep it up…don’t stop…PLEASE!!!”
Mother loved it when her daughter used profanity. Despite their permissive household, this was something relatively new. It started about the time all three of them became intimate, as in fucking, as in incest, and Linda couldn’t help but make a direct correlation between the two.
Goddammit if I don’t respond like a horny slut every time she says that word.”
Linda tugged brusquely at Sarah’s stinging nipples, digging her thumbnails into the tender, yielding buds, pushing her over the edge.
“Aggghhh…AAAAGGGG…YESSS!!!” Sarah reached back to grip the headboard as she bucked against her mother’s hungry mouth, body convulsing, as waves of pleasure shook her repeatedly. Linda moaned again as she gripped her daughter’s slim buttocks, keeping her still enough to finish the job, lapping away as sex juices dripped down her chin.
A few minutes passed and the two women rested beside each other, their mouths locked together, tongues snaking languidly as Mother tasted Daughter’s juices in the aftermath.
“Oh, Mom,” Sarah whispered against her mother’s breasts. “I’m so glad we’ve become lovers, you and Dad and I.” She couldn’t help but brush her lips across one of Linda’s erect nipples.
Only a month ago, they had been a “normal” family, whatever that meant. In this case, they weren’t all fucking each other. However, dreams and fantasies had taken hold. Michael guiltily lusted for his daughter, much to the delight of Linda. She managed to elicit an admission from him during some sexual role-playing. Later, Linda dreamed of watching Michael fuck their daughter.
But the bridge was crossed when Linda heard her daughter masturbating from her bedroom. Next thing she knew, their desires were consummated and, soon after, Dad came next, literally. That was the flashpoint for an all-out, ongoing fuckfest, like a dam bursting. It all happened so fast, that none of them had fully processed the rapid progression of events.
In addition, Linda had just started a new job. Sarah was grown up and Mother wanted to contribute to the household finances. In her mind, perhaps they could have things they couldn’t quite afford on Michael’s income alone. Not like they lived in poverty, by any means. They had a very comfortable, middle-class lifestyle, but Linda always dreamed of more.
Not much time passed before Linda began to hate her job. It required a lot of travel and time away from home. The night she listened on the phone from a remote hotel room as Michael took Sarah’s cherry, them videotaping the ritual, caused the mother to seriously reevaluate her choices.
All of this going on and I have to be in some goddamn hotel room halfway across the country!
Linda made the decision, for her sake and for her family’s, to leave the job. “Not fucking worth it.” Sarah and Michael happily agreed.
It was when Linda returned home from her last assignment and, after a homecoming incest marathon, discovered her daughter wasn’t taking the pill, nor was her husband using protection, that she realized there was no turning back.
“I would’ve appreciated you two discussing this with me,” her brow furrowed as she looked askance at the pair, annoyed. “But what’s done is done.”
Judging by the sheer amount of ejaculate Michael filled his wife and daughter with, sometimes daily, someone was bound to get pregnant. Linda took the pill, so it was just a matter of time before the inevitable happened to Sarah.
“Hmmm…” Linda lapped at her daughter’s wetness after another round of mind-blowing cunnilingus. Sarah, post-orgasm, rested serenely, arms above her head, as Mother licked her lips, smacking them. “Interesting.”
“What is it, Mom?”
“It’s difficult to tell.” Linda slid up beside her daughter. “The taste is different.”
“How so?”
“Perhaps metallic?” More licking of lips. “Maybe salty? Here…”
The two women pressed their mouths together, tongues again lashing. Sarah moaned as Linda slipped two digits deep into her well-licked pussy, moving them around. Then, Mother removed her fingers and, breaking the kiss, held them up to her nose, sniffing.
“Taste this.”
Sarah took her mother’s middle and forefingers into her mouth, tasting her own secretions. Then she reached down, also dipping into her honey pot. The young woman sniffed and licked her fingers, going back repeatedly. “Hmmm…”
“See what I mean?” Linda kissed her daughter’s hand.
“Uh-huh.”
“I think it’s time we bought a home pregnancy test.”
Of course, the test turned out positive. Sarah was already attending her first semester at community college. Eager to move forward, she had started early, taking summer classes right out of high school instead of waiting for fall. After a lot of discussion, a plan was made to have her finish the semester. After that, she would take a break to have the baby, and they would discuss what to do next.
“One day at a time, my love.” Michael kissed the top of Sarah’s head as she nuzzled the hair on his chest.
“Yes, Dad.”
The family doctor was, thankfully, as permissive as the family. Linda didn’t tell him Michael was the father, and the baby was a product of incest. The seasoned physician believed an ill-planned moment of passion on a date resulted in Sarah’s condition. This wasn’t his first rodeo, not by a long shot.
“The party involved is taking full responsibility for this,” Linda explained, and she wasn’t lying.
Still, as open-minded as they thought they were, Mother worried about what others would think.
“What are we going to tell people?”
Nor was there the question that Sarah wanted the child. It would have been easy to have a quick abortion, but that was not an option in her mind. The young woman had planned this, and now all was coming to fruition.
(Second Trimester, month four)
Linda could never have guessed how much of a baby bump Sarah would have. Mother attributed it to the young woman’s naturally lithe, waifish body and small, flat tummy. She was only in her second trimester, but it looked like she was in her third!
“Mom,” Sarah lamented, “I’m embarrassed to go out like this. I’m so big!”
“I know, honey.” Mother held Daughter against her bare breasts, something that provided calm and comfort for both of them. “I felt the same way when I carried you. It’s nothing unusual.” Linda omitted the fact that her own body didn’t show nearly as much in the second trimester. Of course, Mother’s body, even in her youth, was quite different, thick and voluptuous.
Sarah was about to wrap up her summer classes at college. She was already grateful her mother had quit her hectic job, but now, with the many side-effects of pregnancy plaguing the young woman, Linda’s daily presence took on an even more special meaning.
“I’m glad you’re home with me.” Her face turned up and drew near her mother’s as she whispered, eyes dark and loving. “So very glad.”
“Me, too, my love.” She held her daughter in a tight embrace. “Me, too.”
“Hey, you two,” Michael had been watching from the doorway at the naked pair, their bodies barely concealed by the bedclothes. “Getting primed for the main event?”
“Oh, you fucking dog!” Linda threw a stray pillow at the figure, now hulking at the foot of their bed. “It’s not enough that you get her pregnant,” she laughed.
Michael had already been shedding his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the carpet as he sat on the bed next to them. He reached out to caress his daughter’s face. Sarah kissed the palm of his hand as it slid down, past her breasts, to rest on her baby bump.
Daughter took Father’s hand and placed it on her breast. Only a few months ago, her tits weren’t much to look at, but now pregnancy had made them swell, the nipples becoming stiff and thick, areolas flushing dark red.
“You’re developing quite nicely, love,” Father smiled. Sarah squirmed languidly as he massaged her breasts, first one, then the other, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“I wonder when I’ll start producing milk?” She said breathily, getting aroused by her father’s touch. Watching Father caress Daughter, especially with Sarah pushing back against her naked body, Linda was getting horny as well.
“I’m surprised it hadn’t happened already.” Mother moved her right hand between Sarah’s thighs, teasing, fingertips tracing lightly around the young woman’s downy mons pubis. “It should be any day now, especially if we all keep sucking and tugging on those nipples like we do.”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, lips parted. Sarah’s eyes closed blissfully as loving parents pleasured their daughter. “Ohhh…Mom!”
Linda gently frigged Sarah, fingers deep inside as she curled them repeatedly against the soft, spongy area behind her clit. The young woman moaned and gasped, responding to Mother’s expert touch. Michael replaced his probing hand with a hungry mouth, taking one of Sarah’s nipples, and feeding lovingly. Her condition made both her pussy and nipples extra sensitive, heightening the ecstasy.
“God, this feels so…
