Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Molly’s legs snapped around her father’s hand. James had watched his daughter finger herself so many times now, he understood her rhythm. The timing it took to go from touch to over the top. Rubbing Molly now was like hitting the fast forward button. She went from nothing to full on cum in seconds.

“Ohhh fffffFUCK! Daddy!” Molly cried, a mirror of her exclamation when he’d spanked her. Her whole body trembled from toes to hair and she went limp.

Molly slowly sat up. James let his fingers escape from her sex. She was kneeling over his lap now. Without a word, James’ precious baby girl reached down and unzipped her father’s jeans. She pulled out his dick — as dark purple as her own pussy and clearly just as needy.

“One more punishment,” Molly said, “To help me remember to be a good girl.” She dived down and swallowed James’ cock in one go.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

James groaned. He couldn’t get the words out to make his daughter quit. He didn’t want to. Frankly, if he’d been able to speak, he’d have told her to stop sucking, alright — stop sucking and stuff him in her pussy instead.

Molly went down on her Dad with abandon, like a wild woman desperate for sperm to survive. She didn’t pause, didn’t grunt or groan. James wasn’t even sure she was stopping for breath. Molly’s giant tits swung as she sucked. Her hair tickled at his shaft. Her big gray-blue eyes alighted with pleasure and desire.

In record time, James felt his orgasm begin to rise.

“Baby, I’m going to…”

Molly reached up and grabbed her Daddy’s balls, like encouraging them to release their precious fluid. James sack jumped in her hand, his essence spouted up his shaft, and filled Molly’s cute, little mouth.

The blonde girl coughed — oh, that amazing sound, how James had missed it — then gulped, hungrily. James cock fired out like he hadn’t cum in weeks. Each burst felt like a full mouthful of semen that his daughter then dutifully swallowed down.

The pleasure of it, the ecstasy, overtook him, and James found himself drifting off. He was vaguely aware of what his body was doing. Of his daughter caressing him as he came. Her massive breasts pressed against his body. Her blonde curls hanging over his thighs. That was happening, definitely. But that was far away, and he was in another place — wrapped in happiness, cocooned in warmth, suffused with satisfaction.

James blinked his eyes open. He was sitting on Molly’s bed, his daughter’s arms wrapped lovingly around his neck. She was lightly kissing his cheek and smiling.

“I’m sorry I yelled, Baby,” James said.

“It’s OK, Daddy,” Molly said, “You scared me at first, but this was fun.”

Fun? Getting beaten on the backside was fun? James laughed and his daughter joined him. He quickly sobered.

“Is there something wrong with us, honey?” he asked, quite seriously.

“Wrong?” Molly asked back.

“The others. Mom, Austin and Lexi. They all seem to be doing so well. And here we are.”

“I don’t know about them,” Molly said, “I can only know me. And I don’t want to feel bad about feeling good.”

“But, honey.”

“We need to get better, yes,” Molly said, “We’re working at that. I’m working at that. And that’s all I care about.”

“Do you? Do you feel like you’re getting better?”

Molly leaned over and kissed her father on the lips. She tasted like cock and cum.

“Oh yes, Daddy. Much.”

*

“Austin, I need your help with dinner,” Christine shouted from the kitchen.

Austin was sitting on the living room couch playing Mario Kart. He paused his race and sighed. Ordinarily, or at least the ordinarily of a few days before, Austin would have felt frustrated by his mother’s request. Especially if he had been in the middle of a game when she asked. Of course, Austin loved being in the kitchen. He found a unique joy in preparing food. But there was a difference between the career he was pursuing and the work his mother was asking him to do.

Now though, after everything that had happened, Austin leapt off the couch like Christine had offered him an ice cream sundae, a slice of chocolate cake, and a batch of homemade cookies. Although, to be fair, what Austin’s Mom was really offering might be even better than all those things together. Austin practically skipped into the kitchen.

“Thanks, baby,” Christine said as Austin came into the room. She was standing over the cooktop, adding ingredients to a giant, cast iron pot. Austin sidled over to his mother and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Christine was wearing a pair of high waisted jeans and a pink, short sleeve blouse. Over it, she had on an apron that said, “Kiss the Cook.” Austin found that hackneyed sentiment very suggestive in the moment. Instead he focused on the task at hand.

“What can I do for you, Mom?” he asked. Austin wanted to flirt more, of course he did. He wanted to do more than flirt, in fact. But he still didn’t know where the boundaries were. If he grabbed his Mom and bent her over the sink, would she scream in the good way or the bad way?

There was something fun, though, in the not knowing. Austin had had girlfriends before and when they reached the point in the relationship where sex became expected it took a lot of the fun away from it. With his Mom (and Lexi, as well, Austin reflected) there was always this level of wrongness that suffused every sexual encounter. It was never permissible, what they were doing. Yet there were these little stolen moments where it suddenly became OK. Austin never knew where he’d find them, and he had wonderful fun in searching them out.

Austin knew he should be looking to avoid these situations, not create them. His sister-showers and Mom-missions were supposed to be errors. Forgivable, sure, but also a sign that he had to try harder. More and more, though, he was starting to wonder why. Why was it so bad for consenting adults to do something they all enjoyed?

Besides it felt so good. Sex with Lexi was better than anything Austin had ever done before. Sex with his mother was even more amazing than that. Sure, Austin had moments (usually post-orgasm) when he’d look down at what he’d done and feel terrible shame, horror, at what he’d become. But a few hours later he’d see Lexi or Christine and he’d be overcome with desire all over again.

Was that such a bad thing? Austin wasn’t stupid — he knew sex could have consequences if he wasn’t careful. Obviously, everyone involved needed to be a consenting adult, but they already had that.

Of course, the real problem was potential pregnancy. That would be unthinkable. Even ignoring the fact that Austin was young, financially insecure, and barely competent at taking care of himself. Making a baby with his own sister — with his own mother — that was like playing Russian roulette with five of the six chambers loaded. But Christine had her tubes tied over a decade before and Lexi was taking the pill.

Was that why Austin hadn’t even tried with Molly? Had the fact that she was fertile kept him from diving down that same deep hole with his younger sister? Molly was definitely attractive. She wasn’t his type — Austin liked tall, athletic girls with tight, little titties and firm, perky bottoms — but you’d have to be dead not to be attracted to a busty, hippy blonde girl like his baby sis.

Of course, Austin’s father felt the same way. Maybe that was part of it too. James had kind of ‘claimed’ Molly for himself. Tribal coding runs deep in the human genome, after all. But then how did that explain what Austin was doing with Christine?

Ugh, all of this was way too deep for a boy who’d barely gotten through high school on good looks and teachers’ goodwill.

In any case, Austin decided he was going to enjoy all this, whatever it meant. But he knew the rest of the family didn’t feel the same way. So, he resolved on two things: one, he was going to let the girls come to him. He was more than happy to indulge their urges, but he wasn’t going to be the devil on their shoulder. Just the dick in their pussies. And, two, Austin was going to keep his decision to himself. As far as the family was concerned, he was on the same road to recovery as they were. The pretending could only protect everyone involved. Lying would hurt way less than honesty.

That didn’t stop Austin from eyeing his mother’s tight bottom in her Mom-jeans. It didn’t keep him from looking at her face and remembering what it looked like as she came. How it contorted with pleasure as she rode his cock. What was the old song lyric? I’ll repent, but not just yet.

“Austin?” Christine asked. She’d caught him daydreaming, “I appreciate you, ummm, appreciating me? But the table still needs to be set, and I also want your help chopping these vegetables.”

“On it,” Austin said. He saw a little smirk cross his mother’s face. He knew she was enjoying how domesticated he’d become. He knew it should have bothered him, the whole alpha male thing, but he couldn’t care when the rewards were so great. If being ‘a man’ in the culturally accepted sense meant doing things that kept him from getting laid, then being ‘a man’ was so very, very stupid.

Austin started by chopping the vegetables. It was pretty easy considering that was his job at the restaurant most nights. In fact, Austin found he was enjoying the menial task. As much as I needed this break from the real world, I kind of needed this too, he realized. He found himself trancing out in the action. His mind going blank. Not thinking, not worrying, just him and his task. His body settled into a sense of rightness. This isn’t what I do, Austin thought to himself, it’s what I AM.

Austin had set up the cutting board over by the sink. That way it was easier to wash the veggies before slicing them. While he was lost in his task, Christine came over to wash a bowl. Playfully, she hip-checked her son’s hips with her own — a flirty little shimmy. Austin bumped his mother back. Christine giggled. A high, jingly sound that Austin would have sworn his mother was incapable of making.

“That’s a pretty big carrot you’ve got there,” Christine said, side eyeing her son as she stood over the sink.

“This is a green pepper, Mom,” Austin said, holding it up.

“I wasn’t talking about the vegetable, dear,” Christine said. Austin felt his face flush.

“You’re saying you’d like to add some new ingredients to your salad?” Austin asked. His voice cracked as he said it. Being flirty like this with his mother was still a new experience. Weird to be nervous after everything they’d done, yet there it was.

“Perhaps,” Christine said, now full-on smirking at her son, “With a bit of your special, creamy dressing? You know the one I like.”

“I could start on that,” Austin said.

There was a loud scraping noise from behind them. Mother and son both jumped in surprise.