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Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV [incest][nephew/aunt/grandmother (MFF)][restraint][tingles]

Time to slow it down a bit…but not too much…

If you haven’t done so already, you should go back and read Parts I, II, and III of this story before continuing. This story starts immediately after Part III ends.

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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER

Part IV

I had my first good look at my aunt and grandmother. My aunt was in her late 30s and looked like a slimmer version of my mom – with a small, cute, delightful little chest, and an ass similar to Sheena’s. My grandmother, who supposedly was in her mid-50’s, also looked a lot like my mom, except she had spread out quite a bit. Both her chest and her hips were bigger – she was a very curvy girl. I had to admit, for her age, granny looked pretty damn good. She carried the curves a way women half her age would have killed for.

Looking good or not, grandma was holding a shotgun and she did not look like a happy camper.

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III [incest][son/mother/sister/sister (MFFF)][anal]

If you haven’t done so already, you should go back and read Parts I & II of this story before continuing. This story starts immediately after Part II ends.

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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER

Part III

I had a twin sister. A wave of chills ran over me.

I had always felt like something was missing, like a part of me wasn’t there. I attributed it to my being adopted and thought it would disappear when I met my adopted family.

I had never suspected that I had a twin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, once I found my voice again.

“I was going to,” my mother said, “but I haven’t had a chance yet. You’ve only been off the plane less than 36 hours and you’ve already had sex with me what, four times, five? And you’ve given Cora the work-over too.”

“Tell me about my sister. Where is she? Who is she?”

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II [incest][son/mother/cousin (MFF)][coercion]

I am very gratified and a little intoxicated by the response to the first part of this story. Thank you.

If you haven’t done so already, you should go back and read Part I of this story before continuing. This story starts immediately after that story ends.

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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER

Part II

We fucked twice more that night, and then spent a little time going over some ground rules. Apparently turning your abandoned mother into your personal sex slave came with riders, but nothing I wouldn’t have done anyway. Keep up my grades, help around the house, stay out of trouble, the usual. She also set some boundaries. Nothing could interfere with her work or professional reputation, safe words were to be respected, and the occasional “no” didn’t mean I was being abandoned again.

In return for that, she became my little mommy whore – a title she chose. If I woke up at 2:00 AM with a hard on, I could just roll her over and start fucking, no permission asked. If I had a hankering at 2:00 in the afternoon, I could grab her hair, pull her down, and get her lips busy. I was her master, she was my mommy whore. Read more »

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part I [incest][son/mother][coercion]

This is my first attempt at posting something like this online, so please be gentle. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy it.

I don’t know if there will be any interest in me continuing this story, but I have some ideas if there is.

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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER

Part I

The plane landed and taxied towards the terminal. The butterflies in my stomach were frantic. I was meeting my birth mother for the first time. She was only 18 when I was born and she had been forced by her super-conservative parents and older sister to give me up at birth. I was 16 when I found her online, 18 now, but we had only talked via phone, email, and social media.

She was an associate dean at a prestigious eastern business school. She helped me get in to her school, and said that I could live with her to save money. So here I was.