Oliver Campbell yawned, his eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning light that filtered through the blinds. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the coolness of the hardwood floor a stark contrast to the warmth of his covers. Stumbling into the kitchen, he found his mother, Martha, already bustling about, her short red hair pulled into a messy bun as she flipped pancakes with a grace that belied the chaos of breakfast prep.
The scent of syrup and sizzling bacon filled the air, and Oliver's stomach rumbled in response. Martha looked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous twinkle that he hadn't seen in a while. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a silky purr that seemed to hold a hint of something more. "I've made your favorite today."
Oliver leaned against the counter, his sleepiness quickly evaporating as he took in his mother's appearance. She wore a low-cut blouse that showcased her ample cleavage, and her tight shorts hugged her curves in a way that had his cheeks flushing. "Thanks, Mom," he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on her face.
Martha slid the plate of food over to him, her hand lingering just a bit too long. "You know, Oliver," she began, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "you're not so little anymore." Her gaze flicked down to the bulge in his pajama pants, and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "You're growing up to be quite the man."
Oliver's heart skipped a beat as he felt the weight of her words. He took a seat at the table, his appetite suddenly forgotten. "What do you mean, Mom?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Martha turned to face him, her hips swaying as she leaned against the counter. She folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and together in a way that made Oliver's mouth go dry. "You're growing up," she repeated, her eyes locked on his. "And with that comes certain... desires." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in a way that made it impossible for him to look away. "You know, your step mom used to say that I had the magic touch, that I could make anyone feel good."
Oliver's cheeks burned as he realized what she was hinting at. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt tight. "Mom, I don't think we should talk about this," he protested weakly.
Martha just chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she said, moving closer to him. Her hand reached out to caress his cheek, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're my little man, aren't you?"
Oliver's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. He could feel his cock stiffening against his will, and his mother's touch only made it worse. He looked down at his plate, his food now cold. "Mom, I don't..."
Martha leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You know your sister Holly, she's been feeling left out lately. She's not as... developed as the other girls. And she's been asking questions." She paused, her hand sliding down to rest on his thigh, her thumb tracing lazy circles. "I told her that you have something special, something that only boys can make. Something that could make her feel just as good as everyone else."
Oliver's eyes shot up to meet hers, shock and confusion warring in his gaze. "What did you tell her, Mom?"
Martha's hand slid higher up his thigh, her fingers dangerously close to his growing bulge. "I told her you had something she's been missing," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Daddy's milk."
Oliver's heart hammered in his chest, his eyes going wide with shock. "What?!"
Martha just smiled, her eyes dark with intent. "Daddy's milk," she repeated, her thumb now stroking the fabric of his boxers. "It's something she needs, Oliver. And I think it's time she had a taste."
Oliver's thoughts swirled in a tornado of lust and disbelief. He looked over at the stairs, expecting his sister to come bounding down any moment, but the house remained eerily quiet. "What do you mean, Mom?" he managed to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Martha's hand slipped under the waistband of his pajama pants, her fingertips grazing the base of his cock. "You're so big," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded. "I bet you'd love to show her what you can do with that, wouldn't you?"
Oliver's breath hitched, his body betraying his thoughts. "Mom," he protested, his voice strained, "this isn't right."
Martha leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet with the scent of maple syrup. "It's more than right, Oliver," she whispered, her hand now fully wrapped around his growing shaft. "It's natural. And it's what families do."
Oliver's mind reeled, images from his porn history flashing through his mind. The taboo scenes he had watched in secret now playing out before him in vivid detail. "But Mom," he stammered, his body responding to her touch despite his protests, "what if she doesn't want to?"
Martha leaned in closer, her ample breasts pressing against his arm. "Don't worry about that," she assured him, her hand moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. "I'll take care of everything. I just need you to be a good boy and give her what she needs."
Her touch was like fire, burning through the last of Oliver's resistance. He could feel his cock growing harder with every stroke, his body responding to his mother's seductive words. "But what if she finds out?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
Martha leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Trust me, Oliver," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "I'll make sure she enjoys it just as much as you do." Her hand tightened around him, her strokes growing more confident. "Besides," she added with a wink, "it's not like she's never seen it before."
The mention of his sister sent a bolt of arousal through him, and Oliver couldn't help but remember the times he had walked in on Holly changing, her chubby body on full display. He had always felt a strange attraction to her, something he had tried to bury deep down. Now, with his mother's hand on him, that attraction was bubbling to the surface like a pot left unchecked.
He quickly shoveled the food into his mouth, his thoughts racing as he tried to process what was happening. The pancakes tasted like cardboard, his appetite lost to the thundering beat of his pulse. He chewed and swallowed, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall. The bus would be here soon, and he had to decide if he was going to go through with this.
Finishing his meal, Oliver retreated to his room, his heart hammering in his chest. He heard the clatter of dishes as his mother cleared the table, her voice floating up the stairs as she sang Holly's praises. "You're going to love Daddy's milk," she cooed. "It's so warm and sweet, and it'll make you feel all tingly inside."
Holly's muffled giggles followed, and Oliver's imagination ran wild with the thoughts of what his mother was telling his sister. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had always felt a strange pull towards Holly, something he had never understood. But now, with the possibility of fulfilling those dark desires laid before him, he felt a mix of excitement and dread.
Martha's voice grew softer, but he could still make out the words. "It's sweet, like honey," she was saying, "but with a little bit of saltiness that makes it all the more delicious." Oliver's cock twitched in his pants at the thought of tasting his mother's description. He had never heard anyone talk about cum like that before, let alone his own mother, and the idea was both thrilling and disturbing.
"And it's creamy," she continued, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the walls. "So thick and rich, it'll fill you up and leave you begging for more." Oliver felt his stomach tighten with a mix of anticipation and fear. He had never done anything like this before, and the thought of his sister's innocence being corrupted by his own desires was too much to bear.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. This was wrong, so wrong. But the heat between his legs was undeniable, his cock straining against the fabric of his pajamas. He had to do something, to stop this before it went too far.
Oliver took a few steps towards the door, his hand on the knob, but hesitated. He could hear his mother's voice, soothing and reassuring, explaining to Holly how special and loving this act would be. "It's his love, darling," she said, "his way of showing you how much he cares. And you have so much of it to give."
Martha's words painted a picture in his mind, one that was both terrifying and tantalizing. He pictured his sister, her pigtails bobbing as she nodded in understanding, her eyes wide with curiosity. The thought of her discovering this new, intimate side of him made his cock throb with need. He knew he should be repulsed, but instead, he felt a strange sense of excitement and pride.
Oliver leaned against the doorframe, his hand tightening around the knob as he listened to his mother's sultry instructions. "It's just like a kiss," she was saying, "but down there. And it feels so good, you won't even know what hit you." He could almost see the blush spreading across Holly's chubby cheeks, her innocence slowly being peeled away like the petals of a delicate rose.
Martha's voice grew more urgent, her words painting a vivid picture of the forbidden act. "You just have to be gentle, sweetie," she instructed, "and let him show you how it's done." Oliver felt his cock throb at the thought of his sister's soft, inexperienced mouth wrapped around him, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of confusion and need.
With trembling hands, he sat on the edge of his bed, his heart racing. He knew he should stop this, should tell his mother that he couldn't go through with it. But the desire was too strong, the temptation too great. He leaned back, his cock straining against the fabric of his pajamas, and began to stroke himself, his eyes squeezed shut as he listened to the intimate conversation happening just a floor below.
Martha's voice grew more heated, her instructions to Holly more explicit. "You'll want to swirl your tongue around the tip," she whispered, "and then take him deep into your mouth. But don't forget to breathe, baby girl." Oliver's breath hitched as he imagined his sister's eyes watering, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him in.
He couldn't resist anymore. With shaking hands, he pulled his pajama bottoms down, his cock springing free, already rock-hard and eager. He stroked himself slowly, the sound of his mother's voice guiding him. He had to be ready for this, had to be able to perform for his sister.
Oliver looked down at his cock, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. It was big for his age, and he had heard the whispers at school about his mother's legendary skills. Now, it was his turn to show Holly what he was made of. He pumped himself faster, the sound of his palm slapping against his skin echoing in the quiet room.
Martha's voice grew louder, and Oliver knew she was bringing Holly closer. His heart raced as he stroked himself, his mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen. Would his sister be repulsed? Would she enjoy it? He didn't know, but he couldn't stop now. The anticipation was too much.
The door to his room creaked open, and in walked Holly, her eyes wide with curiosity. She looked so young, so innocent in her oversized sweatshirt and pajama shorts, her red pigtails bobbing as she took in the scene before her. Martha followed, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took in her son's arousal. "Look what we have here," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.
"Mom, what's going on?" Holly asked, her cheeks flushing as she took in her brother's nakedness. Martha stepped forward, her hand reaching for Holly's shirt. "It's time for you to be closer to your brother, sweetie," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "We're going to get naked, just like we do when we're in the bath together."
Martha began to unbutton Holly's shirt, her eyes never leaving Oliver's. "You see, Oliver and I have been talking," she continued, her hands deftly working the buttons. "We both think it's important for you to experience what it's like to be close to a man, to understand the things that make him feel good."
Oliver's eyes widened as he watched his sister's shirt fall open, revealing her plump, untouched breasts. He had seen them before, of course, in passing glances and awkward moments, but never like this. Holly looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "But, Mom, I don't know what you're talking about," she protested, her voice shaking.
Martha's smile grew wider, her eyes never leaving Oliver's as she continued to guide Holly closer to the bed. "It's okay, baby," she soothed, her voice like velvet. "You just have to trust me." She took Holly's hand and placed it on Oliver's cock, the warmth of her touch sending a bolt of electricity through him. "This is how you get Daddy's milk," she whispered, her breath hot against Holly's ear.
Holly's eyes went wide, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she tentatively wrapped her small hand around his shaft, her grip unsure but curious. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of what she should do next. Oliver felt his heart swell with a mix of love and lust, his body responding to the touch of his sister's hand.
Martha stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a knowing smile. "That's it, baby," she encouraged, her voice thick with desire. "Just like that." Oliver watched as his sister's cheeks grew redder, her eyes never leaving his as she began to stroke him, her movements clumsy but earnest.
Martha stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup Holly's chin. "Look at me, sweetie," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Oliver's. "This is your brother's love for you, in its purest form. You need to take it all in." She gently guided Holly closer to Oliver's cock, her own hand moving to stroke his balls.
Oliver felt his body tense as his sister's eyes went wide, her hand still wrapped around his shaft. He watched in awe as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to tentatively lick the tip. Martha's hand slid away, leaving him to guide Holly as she took him into her mouth for the first time. She was awkward at first, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin, but he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to push deeper.
"It's okay, baby," Martha soothed from behind her, her own breathing heavy with excitement. "Just keep going. You're doing so well." Holly's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath and tried again, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The sensation was unlike anything Oliver had ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him moaning out loud.
Encouraged by her mother's words, Holly tasted a small drop that had formed at the tip of Oliver's cock. She pulled back, looking up at him with a question in her eyes. "It does taste like you said, Mama," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's sweet, but with a little bit of saltiness."
Martha's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "That's it, baby," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Keep going. You're doing so good."
Oliver felt his mother's hand on the back of his neck, guiding him down towards his sister's eager mouth. "Does it taste good, Holly?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his hips still.
Holly's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing even more as she nodded vigorously. "Yeah," she mumbled around his cock, her voice muffled. "It's... it's really good."
Oliver's heart raced as he felt his mother's hand on the back of his neck, gently pushing him closer to his sister's eager mouth. "You see, baby," Martha purred, her voice thick with lust, "you just have to keep going. You're making him feel so good."
Oliver's eyes met Holly's, her green eyes looking up at him with a mix of confusion and excitement. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Holly," he began, his voice hoarse with arousal, "I have so much... daddy's milk for you."
Martha's hand slid down his back, reaching around to cup his ass, her nails digging in slightly as she pushed him closer to Holly's mouth. "That's it," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "Let her have it, Oliver. Give her what she needs."
Oliver felt his mother's hand guide him, her grip on his hip firm as she urged him to thrust deeper into his sister's mouth. Holly's eyes watered, but she didn't protest, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him in. He could feel the wetness of her tongue, the softness of her lips, and the heat of her breath against his sensitive skin. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he knew he was lost to the sensation.
Martha leaned over, her own eyes watching the intimate dance of her children's mouths. "That's it," she whispered, her voice like a siren's song. "Take him all the way, baby girl. Show him how much you want it."
Her hand slid to the base of Oliver's cock, her grip firm and steady as she began to stroke him in time with Holly's tentative movements. The sensation was overwhelming, the feel of his mother's hand combined with the wet warmth of his sister's mouth. He could feel the tension building, his body responding to the dual touches in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Holly's eyes never left his, a silent plea for guidance. He could see the determination in them, the desire to make him feel good, to be a part of this twisted game. And as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him, he couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure.
Martha's hand stilled, watching with a rapt attention as her daughter tried to take all of Oliver. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "Keep going, just like that."
Oliver took a deep breath, his hips moving of their own accord. He began to thrust gently, his cock sliding in and out of Holly's mouth. He could feel her gag reflex kick in, but she took it all, her eyes never leaving his. He felt a strange mix of pride and guilt, knowing that he was the one giving her this new, intimate experience.
Martha's hand slid away, allowing him to take control. He watched as Holly's cheeks grew redder, her eyes watering more as she took him deeper. He could feel the tension in her throat, the way she swallowed around his cock. It was a sensation that sent waves of pleasure through him, one that he had only ever dreamed of.
He began to thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Holly's eyes remained locked on his, a silent plea for guidance. He could see the determination in them, the desire to make him feel good, to be a part of this twisted game. The sight of his sister, her chubby cheeks hollowed out around his cock, was almost too much to handle.
Oliver reached out, his hand tangling in her pigtails as he began to guide her movements. "Take it deep," he instructed, his voice a low growl. "Let me fill your mouth with Daddy's milk."
Holly's eyes widened, but she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she took him in deeper. He could feel her throat working around him, the muscles contracting as she swallowed reflexively. He knew she was inexperienced, but she was a fast learner, her mouth growing more eager with every stroke.
"Good," Martha murmured, her hand sliding down to cup Oliver's ass. "Now, tell her to get ready for the taste of your love."
Oliver's hand tightened in Holly's hair, gently guiding her as he picked up the pace. "Suck harder," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm going to give it to you."
Martha watched with hungry eyes as her son's hips bucked upward, his cock disappearing into her daughter's eager mouth. She leaned in, her hand sliding down to her own pussy, her thumb circling her clit as she watched the scene unfold. She was already wet, her body responding to the sight of her children discovering each other in this forbidden way.
Oliver's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He pulled Martha down, her mouth eagerly waiting for anything Holly couldn't handle. He knew he was going to cum, and the thought of his mother and sister sharing this moment was too much to resist.
"Swallow it," Martha whispered in his ear, her hand tightening around his shaft. "Every drop."
Oliver's eyes snapped open, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He felt his cock pulse, sending a thick stream of cum into Holly's eager mouth. She took it all, her eyes watering as she tried to keep up. He watched as she struggled, her cheeks bulging with his seed, and he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride.
But it was too much for her, and after a few seconds, she pulled away with a mouth full, gasping for air. Martha quickly took her place, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue lapping up the excess cum that spilled out. She moaned, her eyes never leaving his as she took him back in, her mouth eager for more.
Oliver watched as his mother took his cum, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed greedily. The sight of her doing something so depraved, so utterly wrong, only made him more aroused. He felt his cock twitch, the last of his orgasm still pulsing through him. Holly's eyes were wide, her mouth still full as she stared at him in shock.
He leaned down, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Do you like it, sis?" he asked, his hand still tangled in her hair. "Do you like Daddy's milk?"
Holly's eyes were wide, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion. She nodded, her mouth full of Oliver's cum, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. She had taken it all, every drop, and she was still here, still looking at him with a mix of shock and arousal.
Martha pulled back, her own mouth glistening with the evidence of their incestuous act. "Swallow it all, baby," she coaxed, her eyes never leaving Oliver's. "It's so good for you."
Holly looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and desire. She swallowed, her throat working around the mouthful of cum, and then nodded. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll swallow it."
Oliver felt his mother's hand on his cock, guiding him closer to Holly's mouth. "That's my good girl," Martha murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Swallow your brother's love."
Holly's eyes went wide with shock and confusion, but she did as she was told, her throat working as she swallowed the mouthful of cum. Oliver watched, his heart racing, as his mother's eyes never left his. He felt a strange mix of pride and disgust, his body responding to the depravity of the situation.
Martha leaned in, her lips brushing against Holly's ear. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But there's another way to take Daddy's milk, one that's even more special."
With a wicked smile, she pushed Oliver back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She straddled him, her short red hair cascading around her face as she looked down at her son's still-hard cock. "You see, baby," she said, her voice low and sultry, "sometimes, a girl needs it a little deeper."
Oliver's breath hitched as he watched his mother lean over, her huge breasts hanging down, the nipples erect with excitement. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly as she whispered, "You're going to fuck me like a man, Oliver. Like you've never fucked anyone before."
Martha laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide, inviting him in. She took his hand and guided it to her pussy, her hips bucking as he felt the wetness of her arousal. "Feel how much Mommy wants you," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "You're going to fill me up with your love, just like Daddy used to."
Oliver's cock twitched at the thought, his mind racing with the realization that he was about to take his mother in the most intimate way possible. He positioned himself over her, his cock nudging at her entrance. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and it was all he could do to hold back his own need.
Martha's eyes were filled with a mix of lust and love as she looked up at him, her hand guiding his cock to her pussy. "Take it slow, baby," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Make sure I'm ready for you."
Oliver nodded, his hands trembling as he positioned himself over her. He felt a strange sense of power, a mix of excitement and terror, as he pushed into her. He could feel her warmth, her wetness, and the tightness of her pussy as it stretched around him. It was nothing like the masturbatory fantasies he'd had in his lonely moments; it was real, raw, and utterly overwhelming.
Martha's grip tightened on the headboard as she took him in, her body arching up to meet his. "That's it," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. "Just like that, baby. Give it to me."
Oliver began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. He watched as his mother's face contorted with pleasure, her breasts bouncing with every movement. He had never seen her like this before, so open, so needy. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but get lost in the moment.
Martha's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she began to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me, Oliver," she moaned, her voice filled with passion. "Fuck me like you own me."
The words sent a jolt through him, and he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. He could feel the tension building in her body, the way her muscles tightened around him. He knew she was close, and the thought of making her cum was all the encouragement he needed.
He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue danced with his, tasting of the forbidden, and he felt his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing more intense with every stroke.
"Mom," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. "I'm going to cum."
Martha's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his. "Inside me," she panted. "Cum inside your mother. Give me your love."
The words were like a trigger, and Oliver felt himself let go, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. He watched as her own orgasm took her, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body convulsing beneath him. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, one that he knew would change him forever.
Martha's legs tightened around him, her pussy milking him for every last drop as he collapsed onto her, his cock still twitching. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back as she held him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Oliver looked down at his mother, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and felt a strange mix of emotions. He had never felt so close to her, so connected. It was wrong, but it felt so right. He pulled out of her, his cock slick with their combined juices, and watched as Martha's legs fell open, her pussy glistening in the early morning light.
"Let's not waste any more time," she murmured, a wicked glint in her eye. She scooted back on the bed, her legs folding inward to give him a better angle. "I want to feel you deep inside me, baby."
Oliver took a deep breath, his cock still pulsing with need. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the lust was too strong to resist. He pushed her legs back, folding them at the knees, creating a perfect opening for his cock to plunge into. The position was tight, but Martha's wetness made it easier for him to slide in.
Martha's eyes never left his, her expression a mix of love and hunger. "Take me," she moaned, her voice hoarse with passion. "Make your mother feel good."
Oliver obeyed, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he pushed into her, her wetness making it easy for him to glide in and out. He could feel the folds of her pussy clinging to him, the walls tightening around his shaft as he picked up the pace. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans.
As he fucked his mother, Oliver couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He knew this was wrong, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. He looked over at Holly, who was still standing by the door, her hand in her mouth, watching them with wide eyes. "Does it feel good, Oliver?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Martha looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting her son's. "Why don't you ask your sister?" she said, her voice a seductive purr. "I'm sure she's curious about Daddy's milk too."
Oliver looked at Holly, who was still standing by the door, her hand in her mouth, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding on the bed. He could see the curiosity in her eyes, the desire to be a part of it all. "Can I try?" she asked, her voice small but filled with a newfound bravery.
Martha's smile grew even wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Of course, baby," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "Lay down on your stomach, just like Mommy."
Holly looked over at the bed, her eyes never leaving Oliver's as she climbed onto it, her chubby legs trembling slightly. She positioned herself as instructed, her ass sticking up in the air, her cheeks a brilliant shade of red. Oliver couldn't help but stare, his cock growing even harder at the sight of her innocence and willingness to be a part of this twisted game.
He leaned over her, his cock brushing against her panties, feeling the heat from her pussy. "Ready, sis?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
Holly nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. Oliver reached down, his trembling hand gripping his cock, and pushed her panties aside. He could see the glisten of her arousal, and he knew she was ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the tightness of her virginity as he pushed against it.
"It might hurt a bit at first," he whispered, trying to sound reassuring despite the guilt gnawing at him. "But it'll feel good, I promise."
With a deep breath, Oliver pushed into his sister's tight pussy, feeling the resistance of her virginity. Holly's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip, her body tense. He watched as her face contorted with pain, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice strained. "Just relax."
Martha reached over, her hand caressing Holly's shoulder. "It's all right, baby," she soothed. "It'll get better, I promise."
Oliver pushed all the way in, feeling Holly's tightness envelop him completely. He waited, giving her time to adjust, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back. Holly's breaths were ragged, her body tense as she took in the feeling of her brother's cock inside her. He watched her closely, looking for any sign of pain or distress, but all he saw was a mix of shock and curiosity.
"Relax," he murmured, starting to move again, his hips rocking gently against her plump ass. "It'll feel good, I promise."
Oliver began to thrust slowly, his cock sliding in and out of Holly with the same gentle rhythm he'd used with their mother. He watched her face, looking for any sign of pain, but all he saw was a flicker of curiosity mixed with the agony of losing her innocence. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, but she didn't protest, and after a moment, her body began to loosen, her pussy adjusting to his size.
Martha's hand slid down to caress Holly's clit, her thumb circling the sensitive nub as she whispered encouragement. "That's it, baby," she crooned. "Let your brother show you how much he loves you."
Oliver's eyes never left his sister's face, watching as the pain slowly melted away, replaced by a look of surprised pleasure. He felt her body begin to move with his, her hips rising to meet his gentle thrusts. He picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with more ease now, her wetness coating him completely.
Martha's hand continued to work her daughter's clit, her eyes locked onto Oliver's. "Fuck her harder," she urged, her own breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Show her how much you want her."
Oliver took her words to heart, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, filling the room with a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate in his very soul. Holly's whimpers grew louder, turning into soft moans that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body responding to his every move.
"Does it feel good, Holly?" he panted, his voice strained with effort. He needed to hear her say it, to know that she was okay with this, that she wanted it as much as he did.
Holly's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze in the mirror of their shared reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, but she nodded, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. "It... it feels..." she trailed off, her voice a breathy whisper.
Martha's hand moved faster, her thumb pressing harder against Holly's clit as she watched her son's expression in the mirror. "Tell him, baby," she urged, her voice thick with lust. "Tell him how good it feels."
Holly's eyes snapped open, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as she gasped for air. "Y...yes," she stuttered, her voice trembling. "It feels... it feels good, Oliver."
Oliver's heart raced at her words, his guilt momentarily forgotten as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "I love you so much, sis," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of affection and lust. "I never knew it could be like this."
Without warning, he reached back and gave her plump butt a gentle spank, watching as she jumped slightly, a squeal escaping her lips. Her eyes went wide, and she looked over her shoulder at him, a question in her gaze. "Did that hurt?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"No," she murmured, her cheeks flushing even more. "It... it felt weird. But good weird."
Encouraged by her response, Oliver began to spank her lightly in rhythm with his thrusts, the sound of his palm connecting with her soft flesh echoing through the room. Holly's moans grew louder, her body moving in time with his. She pushed back into him, her ass meeting his hips with every spank, urging him deeper.
"Who wants Daddy's milk?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Who's been a good girl?"
Martha's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her son's transformation. She had known Oliver had a wild streak, but this was beyond her wildest dreams. "Both of us," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "We both want it, baby. We both need it."
Oliver leaned down, his mouth brushing against Holly's ear. "You want Daddy's milk, don't you?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper. He could feel her body tense beneath him, her pussy tightening around his cock. "You want to feel me fill you up, just like Mommy?"
Holly's breath hitched, her eyes squeezing shut. She nodded, her voice barely above a whimper. "Y...yes," she stuttered, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I want it."
Oliver's grip tightened on her hips, his cock sliding in and out of her with a newfound urgency. "Say it," he demanded, his voice hoarse with need. "Say you want Daddy's milk."
Holly's eyes met his in the mirror, and she could see the hunger in them, the raw, unbridled lust that mirrored her own. She felt a thrill of excitement at the words, her pussy clenching around him. "I want it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want Daddy's milk."
Oliver's grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing more urgent. "Beg for it," he urged, his voice a seductive purr. "Beg for your brother's milk."
Holly's eyes went wide with shock, but the heat in her core grew even more intense. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but the desire to please him was overwhelming. "Please," she whimpered, her voice shaking. "Please, Oliver. Give me Daddy's milk."
Her plea sent him over the edge, and he began to fuck her with a ferocity that surprised even himself. Each thrust was punctuated by a firm smack on her plump cheeks, the sting mixing with the pleasure from his cock filling her up. She yelped with every hit, but her hips rocked back to meet him, her pussy growing wetter and more desperate for his cum.
"Keep begging," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear you beg for it."
Holly's eyes met his in the mirror, and she knew she had to give him what he wanted. "Please, Oliver," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Please give me Daddy's milk."
Martha watched the scene unfold with a mix of maternal pride and carnality. "That's it, baby," she encouraged, her own hand slipping down to her clit, her hips moving in sync with their rhythm. "Beg for it like a good girl."
Oliver's strokes grew more powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through Holly's body. "Please," she moaned, her voice growing more desperate. "I need it, Oliver. I need Daddy's milk."
Martha's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched her children's incestuous union. "Keep begging, baby," she whispered, her own hand moving faster over her clit. "Beg for your brother's cum."
Oliver's eyes never left Holly's as he pounded into her, his hand coming down on her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, a symphony of passion and taboo. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her moans growing louder. He knew she was close, and the thought of making her cum was all he needed to push himself over the edge.
Martha watched them with a ravenous gaze, her hand moving faster over her own clit. She reached out with her other hand, smacking Holly's ass in sync with Oliver's thrusts. "Yes," she hissed, her own desire spiking as she watched her daughter's body respond to her son's rough ministrations. "Beg for it, baby. Make your brother cum inside you."
Holly's eyes squeezed shut, her face a picture of ecstasy and agony. She had never felt so full, so used, and yet she couldn't deny the burning need for more. "Oliver, please," she moaned, her voice strained. "I need it. I need Daddy's milk."
Oliver's eyes blazed with desire as he heard his sister's desperate plea. With a roar of triumph, he released his load into her, his cock pulsing as he filled her up with gallons of his hot, sticky cum. Martha watched in awe as her son's seed spurted into her daughter, her own hand working furiously at her clit. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight, but the thought of her children being bound together in this twisted act of love only heightened her arousal.
Martha leaned in, her hands tightly gripping Holly's plump ass cheeks, pushing her against Oliver's thrusting hips. She could feel the warmth of his cum spilling out around her son's cock, coating her own fingers as she squeezed and massaged her daughter's ass. "Take it all," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Take every drop of your brother's love."
Oliver's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his mother's hands on him, guiding him deeper into Holly. He had never felt so alive, so powerful, as he filled his sister's tight, untouched pussy with his seed. He could feel her body contract around him, her pussy clenching as she climaxed, and the sensation sent him spiraling over the edge. He roared as he came, his cock spurting hot jets of cum deep inside her.
Martha watched with a mix of pride and excitement, her own orgasm building as she felt the sticky warmth of her son's cum spilling out around his cock and onto her fingers. She knew Holly wasn't on the pill, but the thought of her daughter carrying Oliver's child was a thrilling one. It was a bond she hadn't even considered, a twisted legacy that would forever tie them all together. She didn't care about the consequences; all that mattered was the intense pleasure she felt at that moment.
"Mom, what's happening?" Holly's voice was filled with a mix of confusion and pleasure as she felt the warmth of Oliver's cum filling her. Martha leaned in, her breath hot against Holly's ear. "It's just your brother's love, baby," she whispered. "Let it fill you up."
Oliver's thrusts grew more frantic as he heard his mother's words, the realization that he could potentially impregnate his sister sending a new wave of excitement through him. He pushed into her even harder, his cock pulsing with every spurt of cum. Holly's pussy was so tight, so warm, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have her carry his child.
Martha watched with a sly smile, her own fingers playing with her clit as she felt the tension build in the room. She leaned in closer, whispering into Oliver's ear. "Keep going, baby," she urged. "Fuck her until she's full of your seed. Make sure she can't walk straight tomorrow."
Oliver's eyes went wide at the revelation, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Holly was so tight, so perfect, and the idea of filling her with his cum was too tempting to resist. He began to thrust even harder, his cock sliding in and out of her with a ferocity that surprised them both. She gasped with every hit, her body jolting as he claimed her virginity with reckless abandon.
"Who's going to take all my Daddy's milk, Holly?" he asked, his voice strained with pleasure. "Who's going to carry my baby?"
Martha's eyes lit up at the question, her own arousal reaching new heights. She watched her children, her hand still working her clit as she leaned in closer, her breath hot on Holly's neck. "Do you want to be a mommy, baby?" she whispered, her voice filled with a motherly love that was both comforting and sinful. "Do you want to have your brother's baby?"
Holly's eyes went wide, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm and the weight of the question. She had never thought about having a baby before, but the idea of carrying Oliver's child was suddenly intoxicating. "Y...yes," she stuttered, her voice shaking. "I want it all, Oliver. Every drop."
Oliver's cock swelled with pride at her words, his desire for her growing even stronger. "Every day?" he whispered, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. "You'll take Daddy's milk every day?"
Martha watched the scene unfold with a wicked smile, her own hand moving faster over her clit. "Every single day," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "You'll both crave it, need it."
Oliver's eyes never left his sister's as he whispered, "Who's going to have my babies, Holly?" The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning and desire.
Holly's breath hitched, her eyes wide with shock and a newfound lust. "I... I'll have your babies, Oliver," she murmured, her voice trembling. The words seemed to escape her on their own accord, driven by the intensity of the moment.
Martha watched with rapt attention as Oliver pulled out of his sister, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He rolled Holly onto her back, her legs splayed open, her pussy still quivering from the recent assault. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing tall and proud, a testament to his teenage virility. "Mating press," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he recalled his mother's earlier instructions.
With surprising strength, Oliver pushed Holly's legs up and apart, bending her knees so that her ankles were near her ears. Her pussy was open and exposed, a tempting target that his cock was eager to claim once more. He leaned over her, his body pressing down, his chest against hers, and she could feel the weight of his cum still inside her, a warm, sticky reminder of their incestuous union.
Martha watched, her eyes glued to the sight of her son's cock, still hard and slick with their combined juices, as it hovered over her daughter's swollen pussy. She licked her lips, her own desire a palpable force in the room. "Again," she whispered, her voice a seductive command.
Oliver's eyes flicked to his mother's before returning to Holly's. He felt a strange mix of guilt and excitement as he pushed into her once more, her pussy stretching around him in a way that made him feel like a man. Holly's eyes were glazed with lust, and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The pressure of the mating press position was intense, but it only served to heighten the pleasure for both of them.
He began to fuck her with a reckless abandon, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left them both gasping for breath. Holly's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder with each punishing thrust. She could feel her pussy tightening around him, the muscles clenching as she approached another orgasm. Oliver's cock was a blur of motion, his hips moving like a piston as he claimed her over and over.
Martha watched, her own hand moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—her son, so young and innocent, had become a beast in bed. She felt a pang of pride, mixed with a hint of jealousy, as she watched him fuck her daughter with such raw passion. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against Holly's back, and whispered in her ear. "Take it all, baby," she urged. "Let your brother fill you up."
Oliver's eyes met hers in the mirror, and for a brief moment, she saw the boy she had raised, the mischievous glint replaced by a fierce hunger. He leaned down, capturing Holly's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he continued to pound into her. The sight was too much for Martha, and she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Holly's eyes grew wide with shock as she felt her mother's warmth spray against her back. "Mom!" she gasped, trying to push herself up on her elbows, but Oliver's weight kept her pinned down.
Martha's hand slipped away from her clit, her own breathing heavy and erratic. She watched her children, her face flushed with pleasure and satisfaction. "Keep going, baby," she urged, her voice breathless. "Don't stop."
Oliver's eyes never left Holly's as he continued to fuck her, his cock relentless in its pursuit of her pleasure. "You want me to stop?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Do you want me to pull out?"
Holly's eyes searched his, a mix of fear and arousal swirling in their depths. "No," she gasped, her voice strained. "Don't stop."
Oliver grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the room. He knew he had her now, that she was his. He began to fuck her even harder, his hips moving like a piston, his cock plunging into her depths with a force that made the bed creak in protest. Holly's moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around him like a vice as she met him thrust for thrust.
He could feel her body responding to his, her muscles tightening as she approached another climax. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw it back, her mouth open in a silent scream. "Yes," he hissed, his teeth digging into her neck. "Take it all."
Oliver's cock felt like it was on fire as he fucked her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. He knew he had to fill her up, to mark her as his. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every beat of his heart. "Sis," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take all of Daddy's milk."
Holly's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement. "Y...yes," she managed to gasp, her pussy clenching around him. "I want it."
Oliver's eyes lit up with a primal need as he felt her response, and he began to pump gallons of his fertile sperm into her welcoming womb. Each spurt filled her to the brim, and she could feel his cum leaking out around his cock, painting her inner thighs with their forbidden love. He didn't hold back, releasing everything he had into her, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.
When the last spurt of cum had left him, Oliver slowly pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He cuddled up to Holly's side, his arm wrapping around her waist possessively. Her body was still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm, and she could feel the warmth of his cum inside her, a stark reminder of what they had just done.
Martha watched with a satisfied smile as her son wrapped his arms around her daughter, his cock still partially erect from the sheer excitement of the moment. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice filled with a maternal pride that was tinged with lust. "You've made your mother and sister very happy."
With a grace that belied her excitement, Martha straddled Oliver, her toned thighs squeezing around his waist. He looked up at her with a mix of shock and arousal, his heart racing as he felt the heat of her sex against his abdomen. "What are you doing, Mom?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of uncertainty.
Martha leaned down, her red hair cascading around her face like a fiery curtain. "I'm just showing you how much I love you, baby," she murmured, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "Isn't this what you want?"
Oliver's eyes went wide as he felt his mother's wetness against his abdomen. He hadn't expected this, but his cock began to swell again at the thought of fucking her in front of Holly. He looked over at his sister, her eyes still glazed with lust and confusion. "Are you okay with this?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Holly nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's just... different," she murmured, her hand idly playing with her clit. "But I don't want you to stop."