My Sexual Family [Mommy-Dom] [Age Gap] [M/s] [b/s] [Mother and Son] [Gentle-Dom] [Incest] [Cum for Mommy] [Loving] Chapter 4 – “Dinner Time Fuck”

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**My Sexual Family** [Mommy-Dom] [M/s] [b/s] [Mother and Son] [Gentle-Dom] [Incest] [Cum for Mommy]

**Chapter 4**: Dinner Time Fuck
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After the incident last week, Mom and I began to fuck regularly.

She was a lot of woman to handle. At first I felt like such a little boy next to her, her mature curves and beautiful body juxtaposing strongly with my thin stature and frame. But as I gained experience, I started to feel more confident in my position, and I felt better about myself.

There were so many fuck positions, and we tried them all.

Just like my first time, I’d often lie on the bed in the center with her on top, rocking her bodyweight on top of my dick, feeling her elegant figure in front of me. Her tits hung graciously, and I’d bury my face in them with lust and hunger as she tugged on the back of my head and rode me like a toy. Pure comfort.

She would also lay down on the bed face down, and present her ass up to me prone. I’d mount her, enter from behind, and begin to pump. I felt like such a man in this position as I thrust my big dick into her, feeling her cheeks pound against my pelvis. She’d grip the sheets hard with her hands and hold on, making sure to focus on her lordosis behaviour and giving me easy access. She’s encourage me to pump harder and faster by moaning under her breath, “good boy, good boy.”

Sometimes, she’d dictate that we have “intimate mother-son bonding,” which was just her term for the missionary possion. She’d lie back and spread her legs wide open for me, and I’d move in. I was getting better at easing my way in, and learning the rhythms to fuck her effectively. She insisted that we lock eyes in this position, and sometimes she’d pull me down in for a kiss, or we’d touch tongues and french.

Luckily, she began introducing me to the exhilerating world of voyeurism. When we were having sex, or doing our “ritual” as Mom would also call it, Dad would walk past while minding his own business. Sometimes they’d have a conversation while I continued pounding my mother. Sometimes, Mom wanted it to be more intimate to the two of us, and would tell him to go away.

After dinner the next night, the family were all finished, and we were sitting around the table talking for a while.

Emma is my 24 year old, eldest sister. My Dad sometimes likes to joke that she isn’t his daughter owing to how little she seems to resemble him (and you might have truly believed it, if it wasn’t for her sharing the exact same deep green eyes. Totally unmistakeable). Her hair is wavy and blonde, and she keeps it trimmed quite short, just a little bit above her shoulders. Her build is quite slim and slender, and she has relatively small but perky boobs. She usually wears thin rimmed, circular glasses, and I’d describe her dress and aesthetic as being a bit nerdy, except for the couple of animal tattoos that she has on her arms. Most days she’s wearing doc martins and straight leg jeans.

She was (and really still is) bossy with me, always telling me what to do. I think that’s always true with the oldest sibling. We’d always be fighting about something as kids, but that seemded to mellow out as we got older. Even though we tussled a bit, she always looked out for me, and never would let me get bullied or bossed by anybody else but her.

Alice is only a year older than me at 19. In many ways, she’s a lot like my Mom. She is curvier, and her body appears quite mature even for her age. She has wide, womanly hips, though not nearly like Mom’s… and her breasts are on the bigger side, even as she likes to keeps fit with lots of exercise. She had hit puberty very early on, and had already started to look like a grown woman when she was just 13 or 14. Unlike Mom however, she has a darker, almost mediterranean complextion, one that she shares with my Dad. Mom’s always jealous of how easy it was for her to get a tan in the summer time. Her hair is coal black, full and straight, and flows all the way down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a radiant shade of greyish blue, and they seem to shine beams of light from her face when contrasted with her dark skin, or when wearing her signature smoky eyeliner.

People always remark about how wide and grinny her smile is, and it’s rare that you wouldn’t see Alice without a gleeful smile, even though she can be a little shy at times. Alice and I were always simpatico, getting along really easily, and we never seemed to have any issues growing up.

The conversation at dinner had twisted and turned, but eventually my Mom bit her lip, and told me that after dinner chat was over, and that it was now “fuck time.” She looked over at Emma.

“your brother is going to unbutton his pants and pull them down, then you will make him hard for me,”

Emma, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, rolled her eyes a bit. She never liked being told what to do, especially by my Mom, but nonetheless, sauntered over and pulled up a chair beside me. I obeyed mom, and quickly unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down to my ankles, exposing myself to my sisters.

Dad started to bus the plates back to the kitchen and clean up, but Alice just sat in her place, wide eyed, and with a subtle, anticipatory grin, all the while texting somebody on her phone. Mom went to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Okay bro,” Emma nonchalantly sighed, her hand slapping on my now exposed thigh. Her hand slowly moved up my thigh to the edge of my groin, and finally, she bit the bullet and started tugging my soft member. Her hand jerked quite forcefully, lacking much grace or tact, but it still felt nice. She rolled her eyes a bit at my statuesque position, and she huffed and pulled my hand to place it on her tit, “stop being such a fucking weirdo and sitting there like you’ve never seen a woman before.”

I was a little startled, so I replied back, “oh, um yeah, sorry.” I caressed her small boob for a bit longer, before gently rubbing the side of her figure. She was so thin and supple, and probably didn’t weigh more than 100 pounds. Her arms were so thin, I think the thickness of my dick is bigger than her wrists. But she had that distinct sharp and short blonde hair, and I liked it so much it started to turn me on. I started to moan under my breath a low groan, and my dick grew harder.

“Hey!” Emma jolted, “look at me! Stop that groaning, you’re not supposed to enjoy this. I’m just fluffing you up for Mom, nothing more.”

She shot me what seemed to be an angry, sassy glare while she was still working on my cock. She then started varying the rhythm and changing the strength of her grip. Her eyes darted between me and my penis, and eventually, she was mostly looking down at it intently, the thap-thap sound of her wanking echoing around the dining room. Finally, and seemingly contradicting with what she had just said, she leaned over and kissed me. I was shocked, but I leaned back into the kiss. For a brief moment her tugging on my cock got weak and slow, but she quickly remembered what she was doing and that she had more than one thing to focus on, and the speed increased again.

I tried to put my hand on the back of her head to embrace the kiss, but she quickly slapped it away. “Ahhh, ew, gross. Don’t get carried away. Just.. Just sit there or something.” She was still wailing away on my cock, and the sound of my balls slapped against her hand as she vigorously tugged up and down.

Alice was sitting across the table this whole time, and she had pushed her hand down between her legs. She wasn’t wearing a bra undernear her blouse, and one hand was up on her breast, squeezing it gently and pinching the nipple through the cloth. Dad cleared glasses and cutlery.

It was then that Mom re-appeared, this time wearing heels, latex thigh high boots, a black bra and panties. Alice looked over at the sight of her and moaned in her place, rubbing her clit a bit harder beneath her pants.

She walked over to me and Emma, who just now stopped working, and took a look at my wonderfully hard and thick cock. I was breathing heavily, hungry for more, and my bear cock was now throbbing from the sudden halt in stimulation. “Thankyou Emma, I appreciate that,” my mother affirmed. She examined up and down to see if what Emma had done was satisfactory. I was thicker than a coke can and hard as a rock.

“Do I need to sleep with Dad tonight?” Emma whined.

“No sweetie, you don’t have to tonight.”

Cheerier, Emma, got up and moved over to the couch and put on her headphones, seemingly leaving the scene, but still being in view of the dining room.

Mom smiled and then straddled me on the seat, putting her arms around my neck. I felt her thick body up the sides and her back, caressing all over. I unhooked her bra at the back just like she had taught me, and helped her to remove it. I took two large handfuls of her breasts and buried my face in them, licking and kissing them as I went. Mom hugged me close to her, but had caught eyes with Emma on the couch behind, who was sneeking a peak at the scene, despite first appearing uninterested. Alice moaned a bit in her seat again.

Finally, Mom shuffled her panties down her legs, and positioned herself on top of my cock. She lowered down slowly, and I spanked her ass excitedly, her hands anchored on my chest. We started to gently fuck on the seat, and I moaned softly under my breath, then a bit louder, my hands hanging on to her sides.

Dad at this point had finished cleaning up, and re-entered the room. He sat back down at the table, first starting to touch himself, and then unzipped and began to jerk off. Alice, panties at her ankles, was now fingering herself hungrily, watching the scene in front of her and moaning loudly.

Emma, intrigued enough, was now subtly touching herself on the couch behind.

We continued for a few minutes more until Mom decided to change things up. “Mother-son bonding sweetie… mm… Time to fuck me from the front,” she growled. I have no idea where I found the strength from, but I lifted Mom up off the chair, cock still inside her, and laid her down onto the table in front of me. I started pounding her with her legs in the air. She moaned and cooed, “Oh! Wow! Sweetie, well done, so strong,” I moaned and tensed my glutes as I pumped. Dad was now stroking Mom’s hair, but Mom’s attention and focus was entirely on me. She rubbed her clit furiously as I fucked her, and I could feel her getting tigher around me. “Oh.. Oh.. Yes sweetie, keep going. Oh my goodness, yes, just fuck. Just fuck! Ohhh yes!” I clenched my glutes, and tried as hard as I could to pump the full length of my cock in and out of her each time, my hands were grasping on to her waist and I now grunted loudly with pleasure and heat.

“Oh YES sweetie! Yes! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!” mom cried, and she pulled my face in to be smothered by her rocking tits. I could feel the walls of her vagina tense around me, and the increased pressure finally seemed to set me loose. Now that Mom was mostly done, she tugged on my hair and demanded “Yes, Cum baby, cum!” She squeezed me tight into her bosom, I blew the biggest, fattest load I think I’d ever unleashed straight into her pussy, and while completely suffocated by her tits. She held me in her for a solid 15 or 20 seconds and far beyond the last drops of cum had left my cock before finally releasing her grip and letting me gasp for air. I collapsed down in the seat behind, completely tapped out and exhausted. Alice and Emma had both long since came, and were both lightly fondling themselves and watching the scene unfold.

Mom fixed her hair, stood up and snapped her finger at my dad “clean this mess up.”

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