In a quaint suburban neighborhood, where lawns were meticulously trimmed and children's laughter echoed through the air, lived a peculiar family. Their house, a vibrant shade of orange with matching curly haired inhabitants, stood out like a sore thumb. Amongst them was Oliver, a charming 10-year-old with a mischievous twinkle in his emerald eyes and a mop of hair that defied gravity. Despite his youthful appearance, Oliver had a certain je ne sais quoi that made him seem wise beyond his years. His whimsical nature was as infectious as it was unpredictable.
One balmy afternoon, Martha, the mother, could be found in the heart of their abode, the bathroom, scrubbing Olivia's chubby cheeks and plump, little body with gentle strokes of a sponge. Olivia, only six, had the same green eyes as her brother and mother, sparkling with innocence and a zest for life. Her orange pigtails bobbed as she giggled, splashing water playfully in her mother's direction. Martha couldn't help but admire her daughter's boundless energy and kindness.
Oliver, on the other hand, lounged in the bathtub behind Olivia, his short, orange hair sticking up in every direction as if electrified by his constant flirtatious glances. His eyes were glued to his sister's plump, dimpled butt, which jiggled delightfully with every giggle. His mind raced with thoughts that were far beyond the realm of innocence. His cock, already at half-mast, began to swell with every passing moment. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the way his body reacted to the sight of her.
Martha, a clever woman with an eye for detail, noticed the change in her son's demeanor and the direction of his gaze. She paused in her washing, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Without missing a beat, she took the opportunity to spread Olivia's ass cheeks wider, exposing the delicate pink rosebud that lay between them. She knew that Oliver had been curious about his sister's body, and she was more than willing to indulge his interest. It was a moment that hung in the air, charged with a tension that was palpable.
Olivia, oblivious to the undercurrents, giggled as the cool water cascaded down her back. "Mommy, it tickles!" she exclaimed, her voice high and sweet. Martha chuckled warmly, her eyes never leaving Oliver's. "Why don't you lean over a bit more, sweetie?" she suggested, her voice a silky purr. "Let's make sure we get all that bubblegum bubble butt sparkling clean."
Olivia, ever the obedient daughter, bent over eagerly, her pigtails brushing against the side of the tub. The water lapped at her back, her plump cheeks spreading apart slightly, revealing the tight, pink pucker of her anus. The sight was too much for Oliver to bear. His cock, now fully erect, bobbed in the water, and his breath hitched. He felt a strange mix of excitement and guilt. He knew he shouldn't be looking, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Martha's hands were slick with soap as she began to rub Olivia's ass cheeks in a circular motion, working the bubbles into a frothy lather. Her touch was firm yet gentle, and Olivia squealed with delight. "Does that feel good, baby?" she cooed, her eyes flicking to Oliver's face to gauge his reaction. He nodded mutely, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.
"You know, Olivia," Martha began, her voice casual, "Your brother has such a gentle touch. Would you mind if he helped me clean your butt?" She posed the question with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, watching as Olivia's expression morphed from innocent glee to surprise.
Olivia's giggles subsided, and she looked over her shoulder at Oliver, her cheeks dimpling as she considered the proposition. The water droplets on her skin shimmered like diamonds in the soft light of the bathroom. "Okay," she said finally, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "But only if you promise not to tickle me too much, Oliver!"
Oliver's heart raced as he inched closer, his cock twitching with anticipation. He took the sponge from Martha's outstretched hand, his palms feeling clammy. He knew he was crossing a line, but the allure of his sister's flesh was too great to resist. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his nerves as he began to gently wipe away the soap from Olivia's round, plump ass.
Martha watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as Oliver's eyes remained glued to the task at hand. She decided it was time to up the ante. "Why don't we make this more fun, kids?" she suggested, her voice still light and playful. "How about we play a game?"
Oliver's eyes snapped up to meet his mother's, his heart racing even faster. "What kind of game?" he squeaked, his voice betraying his nerves.
Martha's smile grew wider, a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes. "How about 'Big Brother's Little Helper'?" She suggested, placing her hand on Oliver's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You know, where you help clean your sister's butt with... your special tool?"
Olivia tilted her head to the side, her expression a picture of pure innocence. "What's a 'special tool'?" she asked, blinking her green eyes.
Martha's smile grew even wider as she leaned in closer to her daughter, her ample breasts pressing against the side of the tub. "Well, sweetie," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper, "It's something that only big boys have. And it's very good at making things clean and happy."
Olivia nodded eagerly, her curiosity piqued. She looked back at Oliver, her eyes wide and trusting. "Okay, Oliver," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Use your special tool to make my butt sparkle!"
Oliver's heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep breath and positioned his cock between Olivia's soft, plump ass cheeks. He felt his mother's eyes on him, her gaze a mix of challenge and encouragement. He pushed down his guilt and allowed his body to take over, his cock sliding smoothly along the crack of her ass. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he couldn't help the small groan that escaped his lips.
Martha's eyes never left his as she leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. "That's it, baby," she crooned. "Show your sister how good it feels to be clean." Her breath was warm against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He began to thrust gently, his cock moving back and forth, the head occasionally brushing against Olivia's tight little hole.
Olivia squealed with delight as she felt the strange sensation of her brother's hardness against her softness. "It feels funny!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with wonder. Martha giggled, her own arousal growing as she watched her children interact in such an intimate way. "Keep going, Oliver," she urged, her hand sliding down to cup his balls. "Make sure you get her really clean."
Oliver took his mother's encouragement to heart, gently grabbing Olivia's plump ass cheeks and pressing them together as he began to thrust faster. The water in the tub sloshed around them, creating a rhythmic symphony of splashes and giggles. Olivia's face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and pleasure, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt the pressure building inside her.
"Who's my cute little sister?" Oliver whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist.
Martha's eyes gleamed with a knowing look as she stepped back slightly, allowing Oliver more room to maneuver. "Why, she's right here," she said, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "Olivia, remember to thank your brother for helping you clean up."
Olivia's giggles turned into a fit of laughter as Oliver's cock slid back and forth over her sensitive skin. "Thank you, Oliver!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbly. "You're the best big brother ever!"
Oliver felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words, the love and trust she had for him clear as day. He knew he was playing with fire, but the way her ass felt against him was too tantalizing to ignore. "Who's my adorable little sister?" he asked again, his voice playful and coaxing.
Olivia giggled, her eyes lighting up with mischief as she caught on to the game. "M-me!" she exclaimed, bouncing slightly on her toes. The movement caused her ass to jiggle against his cock, sending a bolt of pleasure through him.
"That's right," Oliver murmured, his hand moving to her lower back to steady her. "You're such a good girl for letting me help you." He pushed harder, his cock now sliding over her anus with every thrust. The sensation was driving him wild, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Martha watched with rapt attention, her own desire building as she saw the pleasure etched on her son's face. "Oliver," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr, "why don't you ask Olivia if she wants your love juice?"
Oliver's eyes went wide, his cheeks burning with a newfound embarrassment. He had never spoken about such things before, but the words tumbled out of his mouth as if on cue. "Do you want my love juice, Olivia?" he asked, his voice quavering with excitement.
Olivia looked up at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. "What's love juice?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling with innocence.
Martha leaned in closer, her own desire palpable in the air. "It's what big boys make when they're really happy," she explained, her voice a gentle coo. "It's like a special kind of milk that comes from their pee-pee. And it's not just for drinking," she added with a wink. "It's good for the skin too. It's creamy and warm, and it makes everything feel all tingly and nice."
Olivia's eyes grew even wider, her curiosity piqued. She looked back at her brother, her own little body quivering with excitement. "Can I have some?" she asked, her voice a sweet trill.
Oliver nodded eagerly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt his climax approaching. "Yes," he managed to choke out. "Do you want it?"
Martha's eyes danced with excitement as she watched her son. "Ask her nicely," she whispered, her hand slipping down to give his cock a gentle squeeze.
Oliver took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Olivia," he began, his voice shaky, "would you like me to give you some of my love juice?"
Olivia nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, please!" she exclaimed. "Make me all clean and happy!"
Martha couldn't help but chuckle at their innocent banter, her hand still wrapped around Oliver's cock, guiding him as he thrust against Olivia's tight hole. The sight of her children, so full of joy and curiosity, was more than she could handle. She felt a warmth spread through her own body, her pussy growing wet with the anticipation of what was to come.
Oliver's strokes grew more erratic as he felt his orgasm approaching. He knew he had to be careful, not wanting to hurt his sister, but the feeling was too intense to ignore. "I'm gonna give it to you," he gasped, his eyes locked on hers. "Are you ready?"
Martha, ever the guide in this taboo game, took Oliver's shaking hand and placed the tip of his swollen cock at Olivia's puckered anus. She could feel the heat of his arousal, and her own need grew stronger by the second. "Go ahead, baby," she encouraged. "Give her your love juice. She's waiting for it."
With a tremble, Oliver pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the tight ring of Olivia's ass. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pressure and pleasure that made his knees weak. He watched as his mother's hand slipped away, replaced by the warm, velvety embrace of his sister's body. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't want it to stop.
Olivia felt the strange, warm sensation of Oliver's love juice filling her up, spreading warmth through her body like a delicious treat. She let out a squeal of delight, her body jolting forward with the suddenness of it all. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she found herself pushing back into him, eager for more.
Martha watched in amazement as her children's innocence intertwined with a passion that was both raw and pure. She had never imagined that this moment would come so soon, but she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her to see them exploring each other's bodies so freely. She felt a sense of pride and excitement, knowing that she had played a part in their burgeoning sexuality.
Olivia's squeal grew louder as she slipped on the wet tub floor, her plump body moving forward and impaling herself fully on Oliver's cock. The suddenness of it all took her breath away, and she let out a gasp that was equal parts shock and pleasure. The water around them grew murky with the frothy mix of soap and their shared arousal.
Martha watched, her own breath hitching as she saw her son's cock disappear into her daughter's tight little ass. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, so utterly taboo. Her hand slid down her own body, her fingers finding their way to her swollen clit. She began to rub herself in time with Oliver's thrusts, her own pleasure building with every moan and giggle that filled the steamy bathroom.
Oliver, feeling his mother's gaze upon him, felt a surge of pride. He held Olivia's hips firmly, guiding her as he pushed into her again and again. Her body was so warm, so welcoming, and the way she responded to his touch was intoxicating. He leaned over, his chest brushing against her back, and kissed her neck gently. The softness of her skin against his lips sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew he was in love.
Olivia's eyes closed as she felt Oliver's kisses, her body moving in sync with his thrusts. She had no idea what was happening, but it felt so good, so right. Her mother's hand had left his cock, but she could feel her presence, the warmth of her body behind them, the sound of her breathing in their ears. It was like they were all one, a tangled web of love and pleasure.
"Is... is this how it's supposed to be?" she asked, her voice shaking with a mix of confusion and ecstasy. "Does your... your special tool go inside my butt?"
Martha nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched her children's intimate dance. "Yes, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "That's exactly where it's supposed to go."
Oliver paused, his cock buried deep inside Olivia's ass. He looked up at his mother, his eyes wide with excitement. "Can I try in her pussy?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Martha nodded, her own hand working between her legs. "Of course, baby," she murmured. "It's all about exploration and making each other feel good."
Oliver's eyes lit up with excitement as he pulled out of Olivia's tight ass, the head of his cock glistening with their combined juices. He moved around to face her, his heart racing as he positioned himself at her pussy's entrance. It was smaller and pinker than he had ever seen, and he couldn't believe he was about to touch her there.
Martha watched with bated breath, her own hand still working her clit as she guided her son's cock to Olivia's waiting pussy. "Remember, sweetheart," she whispered, "be gentle. Let her get used to it."
Oliver nodded, his eyes locked on his sister's tight, pink slit. He leaned in, his cock twitching with anticipation, and pressed the tip against her opening. Olivia gasped as she felt the new sensation, her body tensing up slightly. "It's okay," Martha soothed, her voice a gentle caress. "Just relax and let him in."
Oliver took his mother's words to heart, pushing gently into Olivia's tight pussy. She was so small, so delicate, and he didn't want to hurt her. But as he slid in, he felt her body give way, welcoming him with a warm embrace that sent waves of pleasure through him. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise and delight.
"Does it feel good, Olivia?" he whispered, his voice trembling with the effort of not coming too soon.
Olivia's eyes shot open, looking back at him with a mix of confusion and pleasure. "Yeah," she murmured, her breath hitching as she felt him fill her up. "It feels... different."
Martha watched, her own arousal peaking as she saw the look of pure bliss on her daughter's face. "Does it feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
Olivia nodded vigorously, her eyes never leaving her brother's. "It feels... it feels really good," she murmured, her voice breathy with pleasure.
Martha's hand slipped away from her own clit, reaching instead for Olivia's. She gently began to rub her daughter's tiny nub, her movements mirroring the rhythm of Oliver's thrusts. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with pride. "Does that feel nice?"
Olivia nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yeah," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels... really nice."
Martha's eyes glinted with excitement as she watched her son's cock disappear inside her daughter's tight pussy. "Do you want Oliver's baby?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Olivia looked up at her mother, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "A... baby?" she stuttered, her eyes wide with wonder.
Martha's smile grew even more sultry as she nodded. "Yes, baby," she whispered. "Oliver's love juice can make you grow a baby in your tummy."
Olivia's eyes went wide with excitement. "A baby?" she gasped, her voice trembling. "Can I really have a baby with Oliver?"
Martha nodded, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch as she watched her children's innocence unfold before her. "When you're older," she whispered, her eyes never leaving her daughter's face. "But for now, just enjoy the love juice."
Oliver took his mother's words as permission, his hips moving faster as he slammed into Olivia's tight pussy. The water in the tub splashed around them, mixing with their cries of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the pressure building at the base of his cock. Olivia's eyes were wide with wonder, her body jolting with every thrust. She had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming.
"Do you want to make a baby with me, Olivia?" Oliver asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Olivia's eyes went wide with excitement, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. "A baby?" she squealed, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Can we really do that?"
Martha nodded, her own climax building as she watched her children's passionate play. "When you're ready, sweetie," she murmured, her hand still working Olivia's clit. "But for now, just enjoy the love."
Oliver's eyes grew serious as he stared into Olivia's, the question hanging in the air between them. "Who's gonna take it all?" he asked, his voice low and intense.
Olivia's cheeks grew even redder as she felt the full weight of her brother's gaze upon her. She knew what he was asking, and she felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. "I will," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the water. "I'll take it all."
Martha's hand stilled for a moment as she watched the exchange, her heart swelling with love and pride. She had never seen her children so connected, so open with one another. She knew that this was a moment they would remember forever, a moment that would shape their futures in ways she could only begin to imagine.
Olivia nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving her brother's. "I'll let you fill me up every day," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and burgeoning desire. "I promise."
Martha watched the exchange with a growing sense of excitement. "That's my good girl," she murmured, her own hand moving faster over her clit. "You're going to make him so happy."
Oliver felt a surge of love and protectiveness for his sister as he thrust into her tight pussy. "Olivia," he whispered, his voice filled with awe, "who's butt do I love the most?"
Olivia giggled, the sensation of her brother's cock inside her making her feel all tingly and warm. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mine, right?" she asked, her voice hopeful.
Martha's eyes lit up with excitement as she watched the scene unfold before her. "That's right, baby," she murmured, her own orgasm approaching. "You have the best butt in the whole world."
Oliver's hand hovered over Olivia's plump ass, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He brought it down with a gentle smack, the sound echoing in the small, steamy bathroom. Olivia yelped, her eyes going wide, but the smile on her face told him she enjoyed it. "You do," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "It's so soft and squishy."
Martha's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her son's hand make contact with her daughter's flesh. She had never seen Oliver so confident, so in control. "So, who's my precious little sister?" he asked again, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Olivia looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "M-me!" she stuttered, her voice filled with excitement. "I'm your precious little sister!"
Martha's hand slipped away from Olivia's clit, allowing her to focus solely on the sensation of her son's cock inside her. She watched as Oliver leaned down, his cock still buried deep within his sister, and whispered into her ear. "Do you want all of my love juice, Olivia?"
Olivia nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, Oliver," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want all of it."
With a grin, Oliver pulled out of her pussy, his cock glistening with her juices. He picked her up, her small body seemingly weightless in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his neck, her arms clinging tightly to his shoulders as he pressed her back against the wall of the tub. The cold tiles sent a shock of pleasure through her, heightening her senses as she felt his cock nudge at her opening once more.
Martha's eyes widened in surprise, but she said nothing, watching in silent awe as her son took charge. The look on Olivia's face was pure ecstasy as Oliver pushed back inside her, his cock stretching her tight pussy to the limits. The water in the tub sloshed around them, their movements more urgent and needy than ever before.
Oliver's eyes never left Olivia's as he held her up with ease, his strong arms supporting her plump thighs. She felt so small, so delicate in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness as he felt her tighten around him. He began to pump into her with renewed vigor, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.
"I'm going to fill you up, little sis," he murmured, his voice a mix of love and hunger. The words sent a shiver down Olivia's spine, her pussy clenching around him in anticipation. She had never heard anything so erotic, so raw, and she found herself craving the feeling of being filled by her brother's love juice.
"Tell me," he ordered, his eyes boring into hers, "How much do you want it?"
Olivia looked at him with a mix of confusion and excitement, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I... I want it," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Oliver's grin grew wider. "I can't hear you," he teased, his cock still buried deep inside her. "How much do you want it?"
Olivia took a deep breath, the water from the tub splashing around them as she felt the pressure building. "I want it!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing off the tiles. "I want all of your love juice, Oliver!"
The sound of her words sent Oliver over the edge. He praised her, his eyes shining with adoration as he began to thrust into her with a ferocity that was almost animalistic. His cock plunged into her pussy, filling her completely with every stroke. She felt so small, so vulnerable in his arms, but the pleasure was overwhelming. She threw her head back, her pigtails slapping against the wall as she moaned out his name.
"You're doing so good, Olivia," he murmured, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "You're taking it all like a champ."
Olivia's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as Oliver praised her. She had never felt so alive, so filled with pleasure. His cock was like nothing she had ever imagined, a thick, warm presence inside her that seemed to fill every part of her being. She felt herself tightening around him, her body begging for more as he pushed deeper and deeper.
Martha watched in amazement, her own orgasm building as she saw the raw passion in her son's eyes. She had never seen him so alive, so focused. It was as if he had been born for this moment, to claim his sister's innocence and show her the depths of their shared love. She reached out, her hand slipping between her own legs to continue her gentle ministrations.
Oliver took his mother's words to heart, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging into Olivia's tight pussy like a piston. "Take it all," he whispered, his voice a low growl of need. "Every drop."
Olivia's eyes went wide with excitement, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She had never felt so full, so alive. She nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "I will," she panted, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.
Oliver's eyes blazed with desire as he watched his sister's body respond to his touch. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the pressure building in his balls. "You're going to take every drop," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "You're going to be so full of my love."
With a final, powerful thrust, Oliver released his seed into Olivia's tight pussy. He watched as her eyes went wide with shock and pleasure, her body convulsing around him as she felt the warm flood fill her up. He had never felt anything so intense, so right. He continued to pump into her, his cock pulsing with every spurt of cum.
Martha's own orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she watched her children locked in their passionate embrace. The sight of Oliver's cock disappearing into Olivia's tight little pussy was more than she could handle, and she came with a cry that echoed through the bathroom. She had never felt so alive, so connected to them both.
Oliver held onto Olivia tightly as her body trembled with the force of her climax. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock for every last drop of love juice. He knew he had made her feel good, that he had brought her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. And as he felt her tighten around him, he knew that he was filling her with life, with the possibility of a new little sibling that would be a testament to their love.
The sensation of his cum filling her up was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was as if every part of him was becoming one with her, his essence mixing with hers in a sacred bond that no one could ever break. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure as she felt the warmth of his seed spilling into her womb.
Olivia's body spasmed around him, her orgasm clenching his cock like a vice. He could feel her muscles contracting, eagerly accepting every drop of his love juice. His own climax was intense, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the flood that he knew was coming. And then it hit him, a wave of pleasure so strong that it threatened to drown him in its intensity.
Oliver's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first spurt of cum leave his cock, filling Olivia's tight pussy. He had never felt anything so incredible, so right. He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist as he pumped into her, filling her with everything he had. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, the feeling of being one with her, of sharing something so intimate and so taboo.
Olivia's eyes shot open, her body convulsing with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck, her legs tightening around his shoulders. "Please don't let go, big brother," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. "It feels so good."
Oliver looked down at her, his eyes glazed with passion. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her muscles clenching with every wave of pleasure that washed over her. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, but he didn't want to disappoint her. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I won't let go, Olivia," he murmured. "I'll keep giving you more until you can't take it anymore."
And with that, he began to thrust again, his movements slower and more deliberate than before. He could feel her body responding to him, her pussy squeezing him tight as he pushed into her, filling her up with every inch of his cock. The water in the tub grew warm, a testament to their shared passion.
Martha watched, her hand still on her clit, her breathing shallow and ragged. She had never seen her children so lost in each other, so utterly consumed by desire. It was a sight that both thrilled and terrified her, a reminder of the power of love and the depths to which it could take them.
Olivia's squeal of surprise and shock pierced the steamy air as she felt Oliver's cock begin to move within her again. " You can Keep going?" she asked, her voice a mix of wonder and fear.
Oliver nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. "I'm not done yet."
Olivia's eyes widened even further as Oliver's cock began to slide in and out of her with renewed vigor. She had never felt anything so amazing, so all-consuming. The water sloshed around them, their movements growing more and more frantic as they chased their shared pleasure.
Martha watched with a mix of excitement and concern, her hand still working her own clit as she felt the tension in the room build. She knew that she had set something in motion that could never be taken back, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her as she watched her children's love grow more intense with every passing second.
Olivia's eyes were glazed with pleasure, her body trembling with the effort of taking her brother's thick cock. "Oliver," she whispered, her voice shaking with the beginnings of doubt. "I don't think I can... I don't think I can keep going."
Oliver leaned down, his green eyes filled with love and determination. He gently kissed her soft, pink lips, tasting the sweetness of her breath. "It's okay, Olivia," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Just relax. Let me do all the work."
Olivia's eyes searched his, finding comfort in his gaze. She took a deep breath and let her body go limp, trusting her brother completely. Oliver felt her relax around him, and he took advantage of the moment to push deeper into her tight pussy. The sensation was indescribable, his cock stretching her in ways she had never imagined.
He began to thrust with a ferocity that surprised even him, his hips snapping against her ass with a wet slap that echoed through the small bathroom. She gasped for air, her breasts bouncing with every impact, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure. The feeling of her tight, wet warmth around him was intoxicating, and he knew he was close to filling her up again.
Olivia's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the full force of Oliver's love. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by pleasure. Her body was a maelstrom of sensations, each thrust sending shockwaves through her that made her toes curl and her legs tremble. Her pussy clenched around him, eager for more of his love juice.
Martha watched, her own hand slowing as she took in the sight before her. Her children, so lost in their love for one another, it was almost too much to bear. But she couldn't look away. She had never felt so proud, so aroused.
Oliver leaned down, his eyes never leaving Olivia's as he brought his mouth to her chest. He took one of her plump nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with a hunger that surprised even him. Olivia's eyes shot open, her back arching as she felt the new sensation. Her pussy clenched around his cock, the feeling of his mouth on her sensitive skin making her moan with pleasure.
Martha watched, her own hand moving faster as she felt her second orgasm approaching. "Keep going, my sweet children," she encouraged, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you love each other."
Oliver took his mother's words to heart, his hips moving with renewed vigor. He could feel Olivia's pussy clenching around him, her body begging for more. He knew he had to give it to her, to fill her up with all the love juice she could handle. He thrust into her, his movements deep and deliberate, each stroke designed to hit her in just the right spot.
Martha's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her son take control. "That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Fill up your sister's pussy. Give her everything you've got."
Oliver nodded, his movements growing more forceful as he listened to his mother's words. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the warmth of his cum rising. "I'm going to fill you up," he whispered to Olivia, his eyes locked on hers. "Take it all, little sis."
Martha's eyes shone with excitement as she watched her son's cock disappear into her daughter's tight pussy. "That's right, Olivia," she urged, her voice low and sultry. "Take every drop of your brother's love juice. It's all for you."
Olivia whimpered, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she felt Oliver's mouth move to her other nipple. The sensation was too much, her body bucking and writhing with every suck and thrust. Her pussy was stretched to the limit, filled with his thick cock and her mother's fingers. The pleasure was overwhelming, a whirlwind of sensations that she never wanted to end.
Martha watched with a mix of pride and arousal, her own hand moving faster and faster between her legs. She had never seen her children so connected, so lost in the moment. The sight of Oliver's cock disappearing into Olivia's tight little hole was like a drug, making her body respond in ways she couldn't control. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, her breath catching in her throat as she watched them.
Oliver's eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentration as he thrust into Olivia with all his might. She was so tight, so warm, so perfect. He could feel her pussy rippling around him, her body begging for release. And with one final, powerful thrust, he gave it to her.
Olivia's eyes shot open as she felt the hot flood of her brother's love juice fill her up. She had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming. Her own orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed his name. The water in the tub grew warmer, mixing with their sweat and love juices as they climaxed together.
Martha's own orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt, her body convulsing as she watched her son's cum fill her daughter's belly. She had never felt so alive, so connected to her children. The sight of their shared pleasure was more than she could handle, and she collapsed back against the tub, her hand still buried between her legs.
Olivia's eyes went wide with shock as she felt her belly swell up with Oliver's cum. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a strange mix of fullness and emptiness that left her breathless. She looked up at her brother, her eyes filled with wonder and love. "Thank you, Oliver," she whispered, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.
Oliver's eyes gleamed with passion as he pulled out of her, his cock still twitching. He kissed her softly, his eyes filled with a fierce love. "When you're old enough, Olivia," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to make you pregnant. You're going to have my babies, my precious little sister."
Olivia looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. She didn't fully understand what he meant, but the love in his voice was unmistakable. "Really?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Oliver nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "Yes," he murmured, his voice filled with passion. "When you're old enough, I'm going to fill you up with my love juice until you're bursting with our baby."
Martha felt her heart swell with joy at the thought. "Oliver," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You're going to be the best big brother."
Oliver pulled out of Olivia, his cock still hard and covered in their combined juices. He turned to his mother, his eyes shining with excitement. "But what about you, Mommy?" he asked, his voice filled with innocence. "You said I could fill you up with love juice too."
Martha's eyes lit up with anticipation. She laid back in the tub, her plump legs spreading apart eagerly. "You heard your brother," she told Olivia with a wink. "It's my turn now."
Olivia nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She watched as Oliver moved over to their mother, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined juices. He positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers. Martha reached down, her hand caressing his shaft before guiding it to her swollen pussy.
Their eyes locked as he pushed into her, the feeling of his mother's wet warmth surrounding him sending another shiver of pleasure down his spine. Olivia watched, her curiosity piqued as she saw the look of pure bliss on her mother's face. It was different from when he was inside her, but no less intense.
Martha's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Oliver's thick cock stretch her open. She had never felt so full, so alive. The water of the tub sloshed around them as he began to move, his young hips pumping in a steady rhythm that made her breasts bounce with every thrust. She had never felt so desired, so needed.
Her own pussy was still wet from her earlier orgasm, making it easier for Oliver to slide in and out of her. She moaned with every stroke, her body trembling with pleasure. Olivia watched from the side, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of jealousy. She hadn't realized that her mother was also part of their love-making, but she felt a strange warmth in her chest, knowing that they were all connected in this moment.
"Oliver," she whispered, her voice filled with innocence. "Can you get mommy pregnant too?"
Martha looked up at her son, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "It's not for babies right now, sweetie," she said, stroking Olivia's cheek. "But when you're both a little older, we can talk about that."
Oliver's heart raced at the thought of giving his mother a baby, his cock pulsing with excitement. He knew he had to make it good for her, to show her just how much he loved her. He leaned down, capturing her plump lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to pump into her tight pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching up to meet his, her hips moving in a rhythm that matched his own.
Martha's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure building. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. She wrapped her arms around her son's neck, pulling him closer as he thrust into her with all the passion of a man twice his age. "Oliver," she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "You're going to make me pregnant."
Olivia watched, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and jealousy. She had never seen her mother look so beautiful, so alive. "Impregnate Mommy," she squealed, her voice filled with excitement. "Please, Oliver, fill her up with your love juice!"
Martha's eyes shot open, meeting her daughter's gaze. The innocence in Olivia's voice made her heart swell with love. She pulled away from Oliver's kiss, panting heavily. "Olivia," she whispered, her voice filled with lust. "Your brother is going to make me feel so good."
Oliver took his mother's words as a challenge. He began to thrust into her with a ferocity that surprised even himself. The water churned around them as he claimed her, his hips slapping against her plump ass with every movement. Martha's eyes widened with pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt his cock fill her completely.
Martha's breath hitched in her throat as Oliver's kiss grew more demanding. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her belly growing with every stroke of his cock. The taste of her own juices on his lips only heightened her arousal, and she moaned into his mouth.
Oliver's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slick, wet sound that seemed to echo through the room. She could feel his balls slapping against her, the promise of his love juice so close she could almost taste it.
Martha's mind raced as she processed her son's words. She had been playing along with their little game, never truly believing he would take it to this level. But the look in his eyes was earnest, and the feel of his cock inside her was all too real. The idea of her 10-year-old son impregnating her was shocking, but it also sent a thrill through her body that she hadn't felt in years.
"Oliver," she gasped, her voice shaking with a mix of excitement and fear. "You're not really going to get me pregnant, right?"
Oliver paused, his eyes meeting hers with a mischievous glint. "But Mommy," he said, his voice filled with innocence. "You said love juice makes babies."
Martha stared at him, her mind racing. She knew he was just playing along, but the way he said it made her heart race. "Yes," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse with desire. "But not now, sweetie. That's for when you're both older."
Oliver's eyes widened, his cock pausing inside her. "But what if I want to now?" he asked, his voice filled with a childlike innocence that belied the passion in his eyes.
Martha's mind reeled at the thought. She had never considered that he would take her words so literally, and the idea of her son actually impregnating her was more than she could handle. "Oliver," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We'll talk about that later. For now, just keep making me feel good."
Oliver nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He began to thrust into her again, his movements faster and more intense than before. The water in the tub grew choppy, their bodies moving in a dance of passion that was both beautiful and terrifying. Olivia watched from the side, her eyes wide with excitement as she saw her mother's body respond to her brother's lovemaking.
Martha felt the world spin around her as Oliver's cock filled her completely. She had never been taken like this before, her body used so roughly, so passionately. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as he claimed her. She was his mother, his protector, but in this moment, she was also his lover, his partner in a dance of desire that seemed to have no end.
Oliver's eyes gleamed with determination as he pulled back, his cock slick with their combined love juices. "Mommy," he said, his voice filled with a newfound authority. "I'm going to make you pregnant. I'm going to fill you up until you can't take it anymore."
Martha's eyes widened in shock, her heart racing as she felt the full weight of her son's desire. She had never seen him so focused, so driven by his needs. She knew she should stop him, that this was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but the way he looked at her made her body respond in ways she couldn't control.
Her attempts to move away were met with a firm grip, Oliver's hands holding her in place with surprising strength. "Mommy," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. "You're going to take all of my love juice. You're going to be pregnant with my baby."
Martha's eyes went wide with shock, her breath catching in her throat. She had never seen this side of her son before, this raw, primal need. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she found herself unable to resist. She felt his cock swell inside her, the pressure building as he prepared to climax.
"Oliver," she gasped, her voice shaking. "You're not... old enough for that."
"But I'm big and strong," he said, his voice filled with the confidence of a boy who had just discovered his own power. "And I know I can get you pregnant, Mommy. I'll make sure of it."
Martha's mind raced, her heart thudding in her chest. This was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't find the words to stop him. Instead, she felt her body responding to his touch, to the heat of his young body pressing against hers. "Oliver," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You're just a little boy. You don't understand."
But Oliver didn't listen. He kept thrusting, his eyes never leaving hers. The determination in his gaze was unmistakable, and she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. His cock was so big, so thick, it filled her up in a way she had never felt before. "Mommy," he murmured, his voice a sweet caress. "You're going to have my baby."
Martha's eyes widened, her heart racing. She tried to protest, to tell him that it wasn't possible, but the words stuck in her throat. She could feel his love juice building, the pressure inside her growing with every stroke. "Oliver," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. "You can't... we can't..."
But Oliver didn't listen. He was lost in his own world, a world where he could make his mother pregnant with just his love. His hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that seemed to fill the room. She could feel his balls tighten, the heat of his cum building.
Martha tried to protest, her voice a weak whisper. "Oliver, stop," she begged, but her body was betraying her. Her pussy clenched around him, begging for more. She was so wet, so ready, and the feeling of his young, hard cock inside her was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Oliver's thrusts grew more urgent, his eyes never leaving hers. He was in a trance, his mind consumed by the need to fill her up, to claim her completely. He didn't understand the concept of age or the impossibility of what he was trying to do, he just knew that he loved her and wanted to make her happy.
Martha's eyes went wide with shock as she felt her orgasm approaching. She had never felt so out of control, so used by her own child. But the way his eyes bore into hers, the love and lust she saw there, made it impossible for her to stop him. "Oliver," she gasped, her voice shaking. "You're going to make me pregnant."
Olivia squealed happily from the side of the tub, her eyes alight with excitement. "Do it, Oliver!" she shouted, clapping her hands together. "Get Mommy pregnant!"
Martha's face was a picture of shock and disbelief as she felt the hot, sticky flood of Oliver's cum fill her up. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she stared up at him, her mind racing with thoughts she had never before considered. Her body was trembling, her pussy clenching around his young cock as he emptied himself into her.
Oliver's expression was one of pure bliss, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he watched his mother's reaction. He had no understanding of the implications of what he was doing, only that it felt right, that it was what his body was telling him to do. His hips jerked with the force of his climax, his cock pulsing with every shot of love juice he delivered.
Martha felt the warmth spread through her, her body shuddering with the intensity of her own orgasm. The sensation of Oliver's cum filling her up was unlike anything she had ever felt, a powerful, primal force that seemed to claim her very soul. She knew the risk she was taking, the potential consequences of allowing this to happen, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure.
Her eyes never left her son's, the connection between them stronger than it had ever been. She could see the innocence in his gaze, the pure love and desire that had driven him to this point. And she knew that she couldn't deny him, not when she was so close to the edge herself. So she pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as she urged him to give her every drop of his love juice.
Oliver's eyes widened with excitement as he felt his mother's body tighten around him. He knew he had made her feel good, and the thought of filling her up with his baby juice only made him thrust harder. He could feel the warmth spreading through her, her pussy contracting around him as she climaxed again and again.
Martha's eyes met Olivia's, her expression a mix of shock and pleasure. "Good job, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You definitely got Mommy pregnant now."
Oliver beamed with pride, his cock still buried deep inside her. He had never felt so powerful, so loved. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to her neck, licking and kissing the salty sweat that coated her skin. "I did it," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "I made you pregnant."
Martha's eyes were closed, her body limp with pleasure. She had never felt so completely owned, so utterly consumed by desire. She knew it was wrong, that she should have stopped him, but the feeling was too intense, too overwhelming to ignore. So she lay there, letting him believe his own fantasy. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a whisper. "You did, my love."
Oliver's hips moved again, his cock sliding in and out of her with renewed vigor. The feeling of his cum still inside her made her pussy spasm around him, a silent plea for more. She felt his hands move to her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her hardened nipples as he began to move faster. The water in the tub grew murky with their love juices, the scent of their arousal thick in the air.
Martha didn't resist, her body seemingly made of jelly as she allowed Oliver to use her as he wished. The taboo nature of what they were doing only served to make her more aroused, her mind swirling with thoughts she had never before allowed herself to have. She felt her own climax building again, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.
Oliver's eyes were locked on hers as he began to suckle at her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The sensation sent shockwaves through her body, making her toes curl and her pussy clench around his still-hard cock. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he rolled his tongue around the little bud of flesh, eliciting a symphony of pleasure from her body.
Martha felt her orgasm building again, her body responding to the dual sensations of his cock pumping inside her and his mouth on her breast. She had never felt so alive, so desired. The wrongness of it all only added to the thrill, the forbidden nature of their love making her heart race even faster.
Oliver's thrusts grew more demanding, his young body taking over as he sought to claim his mother completely. His mouth moved from her nipple to her neck, sucking and kissing as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "Mommy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to have my baby."
Martha's body responded to his words, her pussy clenching around his cock with every movement. She knew it was wrong, that she should be stopping him, but the pleasure was too intense to resist. She could feel the love juice leaking out of her, mixing with the water in the tub as he claimed her.
Martha's hands found their way to Oliver's hair, gripping it tightly as she arched her back, pushing her breasts closer to his hungry mouth. The feel of his teeth on her nipples was exquisite, sending bolts of pleasure directly to her core. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room as she gave in to the moment.
Oliver's hips thrust harder, his young body moving with a passion that belied his age. He could feel her tightening around him, her walls gripping his cock as she climbed closer to the edge. He knew he had made her feel good, and the thought of giving her a baby filled him with a sense of pride and excitement.
Martha's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure building. "Yes," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Make me pregnant, Oliver. I want your love juice so badly."
Her words were like a spell, casting a new intensity over the scene. Oliver's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the room. The water in the tub churned around them, frothy with their combined juices. Olivia watched, her own curiosity piqued by her mother's sudden change in demeanor.
"Mommy," she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. "Can I suck on your nipples too?"
Martha's eyes snapped open, the question bringing her back to reality. She looked down at Olivia, her expression torn between shock and arousal. She had never considered the possibility of her daughter joining in, but the innocence in her voice made it impossible to refuse. She nodded, her breathing shallow. "Yes, baby," she whispered. "You can have some of Mommy's love juice too."
Olivia squealed with delight, her little body squirming as she maneuvered herself closer to her mother's ample chest. She watched as Oliver's cock disappeared into Martha's pussy, the sight of it making her own little nub throb with curiosity. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around her mother's nipple before bringing it to her mouth. The sensation was strange, but as she felt her mother's body respond, she knew it was something special.
Martha gasped as Olivia's mouth closed around her nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The combination of her son's cock inside her and her daughter's mouth on her breast was too much to handle. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Oh, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "That feels so good."
Oliver watched with a mix of amazement and pride as his sister eagerly sucked on their mother's nipple. He knew he had made her feel good, and the sight of Olivia joining in only added to his excitement. He felt his cock swell even more, his love juice ready to fill her up again.
Martha's eyes widened as she felt the swollen warmth of her son's cum inside her. She looked down at her belly, noticing the slight bulge that had formed. It was a stark reminder of the taboo act they had just committed, and yet the thrill of it all only made her want more. She moaned, her body arching upward to meet his thrusts.
Oliver's cock was like a piston, moving in and out of her with a fierce rhythm that seemed to resonate through her very soul. She could feel the pressure building, the warmth of his love juice filling her up, and she knew that she was on the brink of another mind-shattering orgasm. "Mommy," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "I'm going to fill you up again."
Martha's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement. She had never felt so used, so utterly claimed by her own child, and yet she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought her. She looked down at her own swollen stomach, the evidence of his earlier release still visible beneath the water's surface. "Oliver," she gasped, her voice trembling. "You're too much."
But Oliver was beyond listening, his young body driven by a primal instinct that overrode any semblance of rational thought. He thrust into her with a ferocity that belied his tender age, his eyes wild with passion. His cock felt like a living thing inside her, pulsing and twitching as it sought to claim her once more. She could feel her body responding, her pussy tightening around him, begging for the sweet release that only he could provide.
Martha's eyes drifted shut, her mind lost in the sensation of her son's cock moving within her. She felt his hand slide down to her stomach, his fingers tracing the outline of her navel before sliding lower, until they found the plump flesh of Olivia's ass. He squeezed gently, his grip firm and possessive, as if to remind her that she was not the only one he desired.
Oliver's thrusts grew more powerful, his young body straining with the effort of releasing every last drop of his love juice into her welcoming warmth. The feel of his sister's cheeks in his hand was like a catalyst, pushing him closer to the edge. He watched as Martha's breasts bobbed with every movement, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Olivia's eyes went wide with wonder as she felt her brother's hand on her ass, the sudden intimacy making her squirm with excitement. She didn't understand the full extent of what was happening, but she knew it was something special, something that made her feel cherished and loved. She looked up at Martha, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and desire.
Martha's breath hitched as Oliver's hand squeezed her daughter's plump cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She knew she should stop this, that it was going too far, but she couldn't find the strength to resist. Her own pleasure was spiraling out of control, her body a live wire of sensation as he filled her up with his love juice.
Oliver's eyes bore into hers as he felt the warmth of his seed spurt deep inside her. He was lost in the moment, his mind consumed by the need to impregnate her. His hand moved from Olivia's ass to her pussy, his thumb pressing against her clit as he began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.
Martha's eyes shot open, the sudden pressure against her clit making her gasp. She looked down at her daughter, who was watching them with wide, curious eyes. "Oliver," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Tell Olivia to kiss me."
Olivia's cheeks flushed with excitement as she felt the heat of her mother's desire. She leaned in, her small, warm body pressing against Martha's side as she planted a gentle kiss on her mother's cheek. "Like this?" she asked, her voice full of innocence.
Martha's eyes were still closed, her body trembling with pleasure as Oliver's cock continued to pump into her. She brought her hand to Olivia's face, guiding her closer, until their lips met in a kiss that was more than just a simple peck. It was a kiss filled with love, with passion, with the knowledge that they were all bound together in this strange, beautiful dance of the flesh.
Olivia's eyes went wide with surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the kiss, her mouth moving against her mother's with a curiosity that quickly grew into something more. She could feel the heat of Martha's desire, the way her body was responding to Oliver's touch, and it was intoxicating.
Martha's hand slipped down to Olivia's pussy, her fingers finding the small, sensitive nub hidden within the folds of her skin. She began to rub it in time with Oliver's thrusts, her eyes never leaving her daughter's as she introduced her to a new kind of love. Olivia's mouth parted with a soft moan, and she began to move her hips in sync with her brother's rhythm, her body instinctively seeking more of the pleasure he offered.
Oliver watched as his mother's hand worked on Olivia, his own cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. He felt a new surge of arousal as he saw the blush spread across her cheeks, her eyes glazing over with desire. He knew he had to have her, to claim her in the same way he had claimed their mother. With a final, gentle squeeze of Martha's hand, he pulled out of her and turned to his sister, his cock still slick with love juice.
Olivia's eyes grew wide as she felt the warm, sticky sensation of her brother's cock pressing against her pussy. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of fear and excitement. "Oliver," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing?"
Oliver's eyes were glazed with passion as he positioned himself between her legs. He didn't answer, his gaze locked on the sweet, untouched entrance to her innocence. He knew he had to make her feel good, to show her the love he had for her. With one hand, he guided his cock to her opening, the head nudging insistently.
Martha watched, her own arousal not yet sated, as Oliver pushed into Olivia. The sight of her two children joined in such an intimate way was like nothing she had ever seen before. She felt a strange mix of emotions—pride, love, and a deep, primal need to claim them both. Her hand moved down to her own pussy, her fingers finding her clit as she began to rub in time with Oliver's thrusts.
Oliver looked down at Olivia, his expression one of wonder and excitement. "Does it feel good, baby?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. "Does it feel good to have my love juice inside you again?"
Olivia's eyes were wide with shock and a hint of fear, but she nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Y-yes," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels... different."
Oliver's grip on her ass tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pushed deeper into her. The water in the tub sloshed around them, a testament to their passionate embrace. He watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth formed a perfect O with every penetration. He knew he had to make her feel good, to show her the same love he had just given to their mother.
Martha's eyes were glued to the sight of her children's union, her hand still working her clit as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, what she was allowing to happen, but she was powerless to stop it. The love between them was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to fill the very air around them.
Oliver's thrusts grew faster, his hips snapping as he pushed into Olivia's tight little body. He was lost in the moment, his mind a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her body responding to his every move. He knew he had to make her feel good, to show her how much he loved her.
Martha watched, her own hand moving faster as she felt the tension in the air thicken. The sight of her children joined in such a taboo, yet beautiful way was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her heart raced, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. She had never wanted to be a part of something so wrong, yet so right, so much in her life.
Oliver's young, inexperienced cock plunged into Olivia with an enthusiasm that was both adorable and terrifying. He was lost in the moment, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt her pussy tighten around him. He knew he had to fill her up, to make her pregnant just like he had done to their mother. He felt his balls swell with a new, almost painful need, and he began to pump gallons of his fertile sperm into her womb eagerly.
Martha watched in awe, her own hand slowing as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm build within her. The thought of her children, so young and innocent, discovering their love for each other in such a raw, carnal way, was more than she could handle. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her son's cock disappearing into her daughter's tiny body.
Oliver's hips bucked, his young body straining with the effort of delivering his love juice deep into Olivia's womb. He was lost in the feeling of her warm, tight embrace, his mind a blur of pleasure and love. He knew that this was what he was meant to do, to give her his baby juice, to make her swell with life.
Olivia's eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed with the intensity of the sensations flooding her body. She felt her brother's cock pulse and swell, his love juice filling her up in a way that was both strange and exhilarating. Her own pussy quivered around him, a silent testament to the bond that was forming between them.
"Take it all, baby," Oliver whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. "Take all of my love juice. It's for you, Olivia. It's for our baby."
Olivia nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed a deep red. She felt the warmth of his sperm filling her up, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. Despite the slight discomfort, she was unable to resist the intense wave of pleasure that washed over her with each of her brother's deep, powerful thrusts.
Martha watched, her own hand stilling as the reality of the situation set in. With a giggle that was half nervous and half delighted, she leaned in to whisper in Oliver's ear. "You know, baby, Olivia isn't quite ready to have a baby yet. Her body isn't big enough."
Oliver's eyes snapped open, a look of confusion crossing his face as he slowed his movements. He looked down at his sister's small, plump body, then up at his mother's smiling face. "But Mommy," he protested, his voice filled with a hint of desperation. "I want her to have my baby now."
Martha's giggle grew into a full-blown laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, sweetie," she said, her voice filled with affection. "You're going to have to be patient. Olivia's body isn't ready to have a baby yet. It'll be a few more years before she can make you a daddy."
Oliver looked crestfallen, his cock still pulsing inside his sister. He didn't fully understand the concept of time, but he knew that he wanted to fill her with love juice right now. "But, Mommy," he whined, his voice filled with the same intensity that had driven him to claim Martha earlier. "I want to make her feel good."
Martha leaned in, her chubby body still heaving with the aftermath of her own orgasm. She placed a gentle hand on Oliver's cheek, her eyes filled with love and patience. "I know, baby," she murmured, her voice soothing. "But Olivia's body is still growing. It needs time to get ready for that. Just like how we had to wait until you were ready to make me pregnant."
Oliver's expression softened, his cock still buried inside his sister's tight pussy. He nodded, understanding the concept of waiting, even if he didn't like it. "Okay, Mommy," he murmured, his voice filled with acceptance. He pulled out slowly, watching as Olivia's pussy lips clung to him, a testament to their shared love juice.