Daughter's Incestuous Therapy
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter One: Incestuous Awakening
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!
Session 1 with Mercedes Daniels
The click-click of the metronome echoed through my office.
I sat cross-legged on my chair, my skirt riding up enough to show the tops of the beige, thigh-high stockings I wore. I had my e-ink tablet on my lap, ready to take notes as my patient sat on the cream-colored loveseat across from me.
Mercedes Daniels looked nervous, not surprising. The eighteen-year-old girl had black hair that fell shoulder-length, framing her girlish face. She had a touch of rebelliousness in her expression as she sat there, legs pressed tight. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a red halter top, a leather choker about her neck. She had her arms folded beneath her round breasts, almost hugging herself. A nose piercing glinted.
Patient is trying to put up a facade of indifference, but her anxiety bleeds through.
“What are you writing?” she asked.
“Just my initial impressions about you,” I answered. Honesty was always the best policy with a patient.
The girl looked around my office. Her eyes flicked to my shelf of books on various psychology topics to my desk where my computer sat and several pictures in frames of my family. You couldn't see the pics from this angle. Then her gaze darted over to the most unusual thing in my office.
“Why is there a bed?” Her eyes snapped to me. “That's weird, right, Dr. Elliston?”
“Weird?” I asked, jotting down another note. “Why?”
“I mean, why do you need a bed?” The girl's cheeks tinged pink. “I mean...”
“It's for cuddle therapy. If you are comfortable enough, we'll do it. It's one of the reasons I only take female patients.”
“Oh,” she said. “I guess...”
“So, why are you having problems with your mother?”
“She's a complete bitch!” She tightened her arms, hugging herself tighter. Tension tightened her face.
“Why do you think that?”
“Because I'm hot and she's jealous.”
I arched an eyebrow at that. Sexual rivalry? I wrote down. “And she's not attractive?”
“Well...” Mercedes licked her ruby lips. “She doesn't have my tight bod, you know? I mean, look at me. I'm not old.”
Patient is definitely in sexual competition with her mother, I wrote down. Parents are still married.
“Does your brother have any opinion on this?” I asked.
“What, Doug?” she asked, her face blanching. “Why would he?”
Not in competition over her brother's affection. Electra Complex? Or does her mother have a lover? Maybe there is a male friend of her mother's that Mercedes is attracted to and whom she subconsciously thinks her mother is interested in.
“Is your mother a flirty woman?” I asked, keeping my voice clinical.
“Um, no,” she said. “What do you mean, that she's like cheating on my dad or something.”
“I didn't say that. Some women are playful. With your father, for instance.”
Her expression tightened at that.
The father. I smiled, an excited ache rippling through me.
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Session 3 with Mercedes Daniels
“And how were your the last two days?” I asked, the soothing click-click of the metronome echoing through my office. Mercedes hugged a pillow to her chest. She wore a skirt today with fishnet stockings and a belly shirt, her lipstick a soft pink.
“Bad,” Mercedes muttered. “Mom threw a fit over my nose piercing.”
I jotted that down on my e-ink tablet. It was a remarkable device. It was like writing on a notepad, only I had an unlimited number of pages. “Why did you get your nose pierced?”
“Because I could.” Her face tightened. “It's none of her business.”
“You live in her house. You're still her child.”
“She's just jealous that she doesn't have one.” A vicious smile crossed the girl's lips. “She knows she can't get one at her age without looking weird.”
“Why do you assume your mother is jealous of you and, instead, doesn't want what's best for you?” I asked, recrossing my legs. My dark thigh-high stockings whisked together. Clint loved to see me in them.
“Because, Dr. Elliston,” she said.
“Just because?”
She shrugged.
Patient doesn't understand the true source of her issue with her mother.
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Session 7 with Mercedes Daniels
“This is a little weird, Dr. Elliston,” Mercedes said.
“On the bed?” I asked as we lay stretched out atop the comfortable bed atop the dark comforter.
She nodded.
My hair spread black across the pillow beside me. Mercedes was beside me, stretched out stiff in her white pants and her blue, scoop-neck blouse. Her nose piercing glinted. I slipped my arm beneath her shoulders and pulled her against me.
“Don't worry,” I told her. “We're clothed.” I gave her a wicked smile. “When you're more comfortable, we'll do it in our underwear. A friendly cuddle. It's relaxing.”
“Underwear?” she gasped, her eyes darting to my silky blouse cut low to show off my round breasts, my skin a pale-olive delight. Was she wondering what sort of lingerie I had on underneath?
It was lacy and delicious. Clint had chosen it for me. He loved to see me in dainty things.
“Now, about your father,” I said.
Her pupils dilated. Her cheeks blushed red as her breathing quickened. She asked, her voice tight, “What about him?”
“We haven't spoken about him at all,” I said. “You've been avoiding him. What does he think about your fights with your mother? About her 'being a bitch'?”
“He's on my side,” she said, her voice now becoming breathy.
“Does he argue with her?”
She shifted partly onto her side, her breast brushing mine through our clothing. “No, but I can tell. He likes me more.”
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Session 1 with Jill Daniels
“Just relax,” I said. “I've had 9 sessions now with your daughter, and I think it's time that we talk.”
“Oh, sure,” Jill Daniels said. She was a brown-hair woman with the same plump lips as her daughter. She kept herself in good shape. She wasn't overweight, though she had a definite curviness to her body that her daughter lacked. Jill wasn't dressed to show it off, but in comfortable clothes, mom jeans and a thin, pink sweater with a white collar. “You have a larger office than I thought for a therapist.”
“I know,” I said, shrugging. “But I like it.”
“And the bed?”
“Cuddle sessions. For people who have trouble accepting intimacy. It's a friendly gesture.” I smiled at her.
“Oh, sure, Dr. Elliston.” Her eyes flicked to my wedding ring. “How long have you been married?”
“Five years, though we were dating longer,” I said.
“Children?”
“A daughter. Hikaru.” I smiled in delight as her face tightened. “Hopefully, my relationship will go better than yours is.”
“I just don't understand what happened with Mercedes. It was like the moment she grew tits, she saw me as the enemy.” Jill shook her head, her brown hair dancing about her face. “When she was younger, we got along so well.”
“She's becoming a woman,” I said. “You know how that can be. Did you ever get jealous of your mother?”
“What?” Her brow furrowed. “Over what?”
“Anything. Perhaps you saw her as a rival. You know, many girls, when they're younger, fantasize about marrying their fathers. They often, subconsciously, are attracted to men like him.”
“Don't they say that about boys?” she asked, her hand playing with her wedding ring. “That they marry their mothers. Symbolically, of course.”
“Of course,” I said and wrote down on my e-ink tablet, Attraction to her son? “How is Doug handling this. Your son. He's two years older than Mercedes, right?”
“Twenty,” she said and beamed with motherly pride. “He's a good boy. Like his father. He's turning into quite the handsome man. The girls are after him. Makes me worry.”
“Oh?”
“You know girls. They can take advantage of a good boy. String him along, get him to buy things before they dump him for someone else. Or admit they're cheating on him with a bad boy or something.”
“Did you ever cheat on your husband with someone?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Of course not.”
“You've thought of it?”
“Who hasn't thought of that? You're married. Surely you fantasize about other men.”
“Other women, actually.” I smiled at her. “But we're talking about you. Your daughter has a reason to be angry at you, and I'm just trying to understand it.”
The color drained from her face. “Does she... think I'm cheating on her dad?”
“No, no. I was just curious about it.” I leaned forward. “You're protective of Doug, so what about your husband. Ever worry about him straying?”
“No. We have a good marriage.”
“Sexually satisfying?”
“I guess. I mean, we usually have sex once a week.” She shifted. “I mean, it's not as intense as it used to be when we were younger.”
“When he was a hot, young stud like your son?”
Her cheeks brightened. “Doug? Why would you say that?”
“Well, he's becoming popular with the girls, right? That's what you've said. They've noticed that he's handsome. That he's strong. I bet it makes more than a few of them excited.”
“I...” She blushed. “I've never thought of him quite that way.”
I smiled and jotted down, Incest is always the best solution to family dynamics.
“I think we should meet once a week on Fridays after I've had my three weekly meetings with your daughter. That way we can work on getting you both to a point where you love each other and can share things.”
“Truly?” she asked.
“Mmm, I think sharing is the best solution for your family. We'll need your husband's and son's help.”
“I'm sure they would,” she said, leaning back.
“So, has your son been having sex with any of the girls?”
She shuddered and squirmed. I loved her reaction. The way her breath quickened. Now that she was seeing her son not as a boy but as a man, things would shift. She would think back to her younger days.
“Probably,” she admitted. “It's not like with Mercedes. He's a guy. I'm not as worried about him.” She swallowed. “Why are we talking about him? I thought this was about my daughter.”
“This is about your family. I have to understand everything to be able to help you all heal.” I gave her a direct look. “Don't you want to be closer with your son?”
“And my daughter.”
“Mmm, we'll get there.” I leaned forward. “Trust me. This is what I do for a living. Your family is going to be transformed once I'm finished with you.
The hope in her eyes was delicious. I couldn't wait for my therapy to run its course. It would be amazing. I flicked my eyes to the bed. A few more sessions, and I would have her daughter cuddling to me in her lingerie, and then...
My pussy clenched. I loved being a therapist.
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Session 10 with Mercedes Daniels
“See,” I said as she cuddled up against me, her light-beige hand resting on the pale-olive skin of my stomach, her fingernails painted a bright red. I wore a pair of purple panties and a matching bra, both decorated in a spiderweb of lighter lilac lace, creating a wicked pattern. She had on a black bra and thong, her body youthful. Her skin was warm and soft. “Isn't this nice?”
“Yeah, Dr. Elliston,” she said, her leg slipping over mine, letting them intertwine. It pressed her knee between my thighs.
A little higher...
“So why do you think your mother is jealous of you?” I asked, my hand idly stroking down her back.
“This again?” Mercedes's face tightened. “I thought you were going to help me? Why am I coming three times a week if not for that?”
“I am.” I stared into her brown eyes, a tingle racing through me. “Why do you think she's jealous?”
She shrugged.
“Is it because you're attracted to your father?” I leaned closer to her face, our noses almost touching. The intimacy between us made me shiver. “That you want him.”
“Of course not!” she gasped, pulling away from me.
“It's okay,” I told her. “I'm not here to judge. Just relax. Let's talk about the fight you had with your mom...”
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Session 11 with Mercedes Daniels
There was a tension as Mercedes cuddled up to me in her white bra and purple thong. I had on a soft pink bra and matching panties, both trimmed in lace. My hand rested on her lower back. She lay on her side, her breasts pressed against my side, nipples hard.
“Did you masturbate thinking about your father?” I asked.
Her brown eyes widened. Her nose twitched, her nose ring glinting. “How do you know that, Dr. Elliston?”
“You're realizing it, aren't you?” I stroked her cheek with my finger, my nails manicured and painted with a clear coat. “The real reason that you're arguing with your mother. When you claim she's jealous of you, it's projection. You're jealous of her. Of what she has with your father.”
Her plump, lower lip quivered. She had a purple lipstick on it, something garish, that only a young woman could get away with wearing.
“You want to have her place in your father's bed,” I said. “They still have an active sex life, don't they?”
“If I did it with him, it would be incest,” she whispered, her voice tight. “It's not allowed.”
“What if it was?” I ran my fingers to the edge of her lip. My hand on her lower back slipped a little lower, brushing the top of her panties. “What if you could have sex with your father and there would be no consequences?”
“I think... I think I'd like that,” she whispered. “I kinda wish I didn't let my boyfriend take my cherry.”
“Incest is a treat,” I purred, thinking of Clint. My brother and my husband.
Mercedes gasped. “How would you know?”
I winked at her.
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Session 12 with Mercedes Daniels
“This is weird being naked,” said Mercedes, her round breasts quivering as I slipped into the bed beside her, my arm going beneath her body. I pulled her close, her tits pressing into my side, nudging into the slope of my naked, left boob. Her nipples were hard.
So were mine.
She had a landing strip of black hair that led down to the shaved folds of her pussy. She had a tight slit. I had a black bush that contrasted with my pale-olive skin. My nipples, a rich dark-brown, thrust hard as my excitement mounted.
“But isn't this fun?” I asked, my hand sliding down her lower back to rest right above her rump. “The intimacy.”
“I guess,” she said, the click-click of the metronome echoing in the background. Such a soothing sound.
“Now, incest.” I peered into her brown eyes. “You want it.”
“Yes!” she hissed, her cheeks blushing scarlet. “It's just... It's scary. You don't understand. I can't do anything about these feelings.”
I slid my right hand down my body. Her eyes followed my fingers as they crossed my stomach and reached my black bush. My digits slid through my silky bush. I pressed through it. I reached my juicy pussy lips. I was so wet, and not just because I was excited. I thrust two fingers into my cunt, a delicious wave rippling through me.
“Dr. Elliston,” gasped Mercedes. The girl's eyes widened. “Are you...?”
I winked at her and then pulled out my fingers. They were coated in pearly cum mixed with my cream. I held them up above our faces, the tart scent of my juices mixing with the salty scent of Clint's spunk.
“Who did you fuck?” she asked, eyes wide in curious shock.
“My brother,” I said. I glanced to my desk. From here you can see the picture of me in my wedding dress, clinging to Clint in his tuxedo. It was a legal marriage. He was a tall man, handsome normally, but gorgeous in the pic. I didn't have all the wedding pics on my desk.
Like the one that showed his other wife, though only in a spiritual sense since bigamy wasn't legal in the United States.
“That's not just my husband in the pic,” I purred. “That's my brother.”
“But he's White and your Japanese,” said the girl, staring at me.
“So is my father,” I said, turning back to Mercedes. “The same father as Clint's.”
The girl stared at me in awe.
I smiled and pressed my fingers against her lips. I smeared the mix of incestuous juices across her pink mouth. Her tongue flicked out, cleaning it up and brushing my digits. A shudder rippled through my body. She trembled against me.
“That's the taste of incest,” I purred. “Want to hear a story about my life.? About some of the fun my brother and I get up to?”
She nodded.
“Well...”
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An hour earlier...
Lamai Demir lay on her back, a sleeping mask over her eyes, noise-canceling headphones on her head, and a vibrator in her pussy. The buzzing mixed with the click-click of the vibrator. She trembled on the bed, listening to the ASMR track playing.
The autonomous sensory meridian response was caused by low sounds that stimulated the nervous system in relaxing ways. Lamai's skin was goose-pimpled. I stood naked over her save for my thigh-high stockings. Clint loved me in thigh-highs, and it made me feel so naughty. My pussy had a juicy feel to it.
My door slipped open.
I threw a look over my shoulder and frowned. Minako Mihara, my receptionist, should know not to interrupt a session and...
“Clint,” I gasped as my half-brother and husband slipped in. He wore a pair of black slacks and a dress shirt, a dark tie dangling down the front. “Aren't you supposed to be with a client?”
“Canceled on me,” he said and loosened it as he advanced on me. His eyes fell on my naked body. “When Minako told me what was going on in here, well...”
I shuddered at the silk whisk of his tie coming undone. My pussy clenched as his eyes flicked over me. “You shouldn't be in here. I have a patient.”
“She doesn't know I'm here,” he said as he reached me. He cupped my chin. “My beautiful Pam... My queen... I just had to enjoy you.”
“What about Melody?” I whimpered. “Won't she be jealous?”
I winked at her. “Not with the cum I've already left in her pussy. She has quite the smile on her face. I fucked her against her office window. Anyone could have seen her.”
I shuddered, knowing how much my sister-wife loved that.
My hands went down to his slacks. I worked at his leather belt while he unbuttoned his shirt. I trembled, saying, “We have ten minutes before her session finishes.”
“So I can eat you to a screaming orgasm, or I can fuck you hard,” he said as he opened his shirt, showing off his muscular body. “You're choice.”
“Fuck me hard,” I moaned. “I want your cock in me.”
He grinned at me as I undid his pants. I thrust them down his thighs, his cock tenting his boxers. I stroked him, my pussy clenched. I ached to feel him in me. That incestuous thrill of being united with my own flesh. The father of my beautiful daughter, Hikaru. My hands groped him through his underwear.
“I want your dick fucking me hard,” I moaned. “Please, please, Clint. You know how much I love it.”
“Of course I do,” he said, stroking my face. “You're my sister.”
“Mmm, we're all sluts for you, aren't we?” Would my daughter be a slut for him when she grew up? I thought of my next patient, Mercedes. I was guiding her to seducing her father, awakening her to the realization that she had the hots for her daddy. I wanted to spread the joys of incest.
“Bend over her,” my brother said, his voice strong, commanding. That voice that had his harem of sisters loving him, our mothers serving him as his slaves, the host of other women who'd submitted to his passions made me tremble.
“Yes,” I groaned, my pussy utterly dripping with excitement.
I turned around and bent over Lamai. I stared down at her dusky flesh. She had that beautiful skin of East Asia, a darker shade than my Japanese heritage. Her breasts were full and large. Right now, she was imagining her son loving her. I hoped she would make her seduction soon.
I planted my hands on either side of her and wiggled my ass at my brother. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking my bush. One bead dripped through and ran down my thigh. I shuddered at this sensation while a wicked thrill raced through me.
I gasped as his cock nudged into my upper thigh. That thick, hard dick. Precum smeared across my flesh as he moved his tip towards my pussy. He pressed between my thighs, finding my silky bush. I whimpered as he brushed against my cunt. He slid his cock up and down my pussy.
“Clint,” I moaned, staring down at Lamai. Her face twisted in pleasure as the vibrator hummed away in her. She whimpered and moaned, her nose twitching. Her large breasts rose and fell.
Her nipples were hard and dark brown.
“My queen,” growled Clint and rammed into my pussy.
I shuddered as he filled me. That wonderful dick slammed into my cunt. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. His cock filled me like it always had. I squeezed my pussy down on him, massaging him as he slammed into me. His balls smacked into my bush, brushing my clit.
I gasped at the spark of pleasure mixing with the rush of bliss. My hips wiggled back and forth. I stirred around his dick inside of me. My twat massaged him as I reveled in being filled with him. We came from the same flesh. His DNA flowed through my veins.
“Clint, Clint!” I groaned, my round breasts jiggling. My fingers clenched into the sheets as he drew back and slammed into me.
“Damn,” he groaned, his crotch smacking my rump. I felt the kiss of his wiry pubic hair. “This makes you wet, huh? Getting fucked around your patient?”
I nodded my head, my twat squeezing around his dick.
He gripped my hips in his strong hands. He might be a lawyer, but he still had that strength. That will to drive his cock into my pussy. His dick slammed to the hilt in me over and over. His cock buried into me again and again. I shuddered in delight. My twat squeezed around his shaft. This amazing treat rippled through me.
His crotch spanked me as he fucked me. His every thrust sent delight surging through me. My hair danced around his face. My hips wiggled from side to side. I massaged him. Pleased him. His dick buried over and over into me.
It was such a treat. An amazing delight.
I squeezed my twat around his dick. I whimpered, my fingers digging into the sheets. My moans echoed, mixing with my patients. Lamai squirmed as she was lost to her incestuous fantasy while I enjoyed mine for real.
“Pam!” he groaned, his hands sliding up my body. “My lovely queen.”
“Yes!” I gasped, my cunt squeezing tight about him. “Oh, yes, yes, ram that dick into me. Slam hard into my twat.”
“I am!” Clint panted. “Damn, that pussy... Work that cunt around my dick. You want it.”
“I do!” A hot shudder ran through my twat. “Oh, yes, yes, Clint! I want to have your cum in me for my next client.”
“Oh?” he asked.
“She's eighteen and has the hots for her daddy!”
“Shit!”
He thrust harder, churning me up. I trembled, loving being united with my brother. My cunt clenched down on his dick. I whimpered, my hair swaying about my face. My breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.
His hands slid up and grabbed my breasts. He squeezed them. Kneaded them. His fingers dug into my flesh. I shuddered, loving this amazing treat. This wonderful passion surged through me, bursting from my growing orgasm.
His fingers brushed my nipples. Pinched them. Teased them. I gasped, pleasure jolting down to my cunt. My juicy pussy grew hotter. My twat gripped his plunging dick. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring him around. The friction built and built my bliss.
“Look at those tits,” he groaned. “They're so big, aren't they?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, licking my lips. I stared down at Lamai's nipples.
“Bend down and suck on one.” He twisted my nubs, a shudder rippling through me.
“Yes!”
I darted my head down, obeying him almost as fast as Lee or my mom would. My hair draped over my client's body. She gasped and trembled, her blindfolded head tossing from side to side. I latched onto her fat nipple.
Sucked.
“Tai!” Lamai gasped as I sucked hard on her. My tongue danced around her nipple. I nibbled on her. “Yes, yes, Tai! Let Mommy love you!”
She bucked and shuddered. I knew she was cumming, the vibrator driving her wild. Mine own swelled as I nibbled on her nub. Clint grunted. He slammed hard and fast into me. He buried over and over into my cunt.
“Goddamn, she's cumming hard, isn't she?” he groaned.
I whimpered around Lamai's nipple.
“Your turn,” Clint said, his right hand darting down from my breast to my stomach.
To my pubic mound.
He slid through my bush and found my clit. He rubbed at my bud. I squealed around Lamai's nipple. The pleasure surged through me as Clint slammed to the hilt in my cunt. He filled me with his huge cock. His finger danced on my bud.
My entire body trembled. My twat squeezed down on his thrusting cock. The friction swelled. I sucked hard on my patient's thick nipple. I whimpered. Clint's fingers danced on my clit as his cock filled me again and again.
I came.
Juices gushed out of my pussy around his dick. They bathed my thighs in my passion. My cunt rippled around his dick. I writhed in celebration. I moaned and gasped around my patient's nipple while Clint buried into me.
“Goddamn, Pam!” he groaned. “I love feeling my queen's pussy spasming around me.”
Joy surged through my orgasmic bliss. The pleasure washed into my mind. It smothered my thoughts. My cunt spasmed hard around his dick. I hungered for him. He slammed into my twat over and over, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rushing through my mind.
Stars burst across my vision.
I sucked hard.
Clint groaned.
“Pam!” he snarled, fingers pressing hard on my clit. Sparks burst inside of me. His cock buried to the hilt in me.
His cum fired into my depths.
Those amazing spurts of jizz flooded me. Spurt after hot spurt of cum filled my twat. My pussy spasmed around his cock. I milked him as the pleasure rushed through me. This wonderful bliss burned through my mind. I whimpered, my body trembling as the juices gushed out of me. They spilled down my thighs.
It was a wonderful flood of hot passion. I whimpered in delight. My cunt convulsed and spasmed around his amazing cock. I loved this moment. It was the best thing to experience. My brother's jizz filled me.
“My beautiful queen,” groaned Clint. His fingers squeezed my tits. “I needed this. I love you, Pam. Damn, I wish I had more time for you.”
I popped my mouth off the nipple of my squealing client. I straightened, my pussy still rippling around his cock as my orgasm died. His arms hugged me. He pulled me into his embrace. I turned my head. Clint kissed me over my shoulder. His lips melted against mine. Our tongues danced together.
Clint broke the kiss. He glanced down at Lamai. “She's into it. She came hard.”
“She wants to be with her son,” I said.
“Is she ready for real fun?” Clint asked, his dick still hard in me. Had he taken one of my mother's little, red pills? Super Viagra was out of the testing phase and almost had FDA approval. It took forever, but soon it would be available beyond a few sources.
However, it let Clint keep up with his family.
“Huh?” he asked, squeezing my breasts. “Is she up for some real fun?”
I trembled and swallowed. “I think so.”
I broke away from him and reached down to Lamai. I pulled out the vibrator from her pussy. She whimpered and groaned, her body flushed. There were only two minutes left on her timer, but we had time before my next patient.
I pulled her headphones to the side. I heard the ASMR recording saying, “Mommy, I love you so much,” the whispering voice of the young man said. It was sexy. Deep. Clint's voice. “I want to be in you again, Mommy.”
“Are you ready for some really taboo roleplay?” I purred. “I have a cock for you to fuck. Just pretend it's Tai's.”
She shuddered, whimpered. “A cock, Dr. Elliston? Who?”
“My brother's.”
She gasped. “The one you told me about?”
I licked her ear. “Mmm, that's the one. He just fucked me while you were trembling. My pussy is full of cum. Would you like to taste our incest while he's fucking you? Would you like to taste the proof that our forbidden passion is possible? Just imagine that I'm Tai's girlfriend. They just fucked. You caught them, and now... Now they have to please you. Share with you.”
“Oh, yes!” Lamai moaned, her large breasts rising and falling. “You can be Olivia.”
“Enjoy,” I whispered and placed the headphones back on her.
“Damn, that was hot,” groaned Clint. “I love watching you work with your patients. You have a skill.”
I blushed and smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“Sit on her face. Let her lick all my cum out of your twat.” His pussy-soaked dick throbbed. “You want it, don't you?”
“You know I do,” I panted. “Remember Catherine?”
I smiled. “Was she the one who wanted to lick her husband's cum out of her sister's pussy?”
“Not just her husband's cum,” moaned Pam. “She wanted her sister gangbanged and then she wanted to lick it all out.”
“Did she?”
“That's patient-client confidentiality,” I said as I nodded my head.
“You are such a wicked therapist,” Clint groaned.
I giggled. I was.
I straddled Lamai, Clint's cum leaking out of my pussy and staining my bush. I straddled the older woman's face. She was my mother's age, her body still sexy. I loved making my mother, one of our sex slaves, lick me clean after Clint had finished in me.
I pressed my twat down on Lamai's face. She gasped and twitched. Then her tongue licked out. I shuddered as she teased out the incestuous mix of my brother and me. It was such a wonderful thrill. Her tongue parted my folds. She teased me. Caressed me. Heat washed through me. My head tossed back and forth, my silky hair dancing across my shoulders.
I wiggled my hips back and forth, grinding on her face. My spunk spilled into her mouth. It poured down out of my cunt. The incestuous passion filled her mouth. I grabbed her tits. I squeezed those lush mounds as her tongue darted into my twat, scooping out my brother's jizz.
“She's hungry for it,” Clint said, mounting the bed, his chest rising and falling. He had a mat of dark chest hair.
I shuddered at how sexy he looked. I nodded my head and shuddered. My hand shot out and grabbed his dick. I gripped him, stroking him and loving the feel of him in my grasp. His dick throbbed and pulsed, lubed with my cream.
I pulled him towards Lamai's pussy. “Fuck her hard. Let her know how amazing incest can be.”
“I won't let you down,” he told me, his dark eyes catching mine.
I never knew our father, but he was said to look like Clint. If I had met the older one first... I could get why a daughter, like Mercedes, wanted to be with her daddy. Clint had that paternal strength. That dominance. My pussy melted on Lamai's lips.
“I love you,” I moaned as I pressed him into Lamai's silky bush. “Fuck her hard. Pound her.”
He winked at me and thrust.
Lamai moaned into my cunt, her head moving. The outside of her noise-canceling headphones rubbed against my calves. Her passion made my pussy feel amazing. I had another orgasm building and building in me. Her tongue lapped up his jizz. She cleaned me out as she lived her fantasy.
Her moans hummed around my folds, teasing me. I gasped, squirming on her, my breasts jiggling before me as I watched Clint's cock pumping in and out of her pussy. He buried to the hilt in her. He plunged his dick into her again and again.
He fucked my patient. Gave her what she needed. He always gave me what I needed.
His hands found my breasts. He hefted them. Kneaded them. I shuddered, my passions melting. I threw my arms around his neck and leaned in. I kissed him with hunger. I felt the strength of his lips, the shadow of his stubble.
He growled into our kiss, fucking my patient hard. Lamai churned my pussy up as she licked out all my cum. She feasted on me while the pleasure surged through me. My hips wiggled from side to side. I ground on her. Savored this moment.
It was incredible.
The pleasure built and built in me. That wonderful delight swelled. I trembled, on the verge of exploding out of me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with Clint's. His fingers dug into my breast as he slammed into the mother hard.
“Olivia!” moaned Lamai, still imagining I was the object of her jealousy: her son's girlfriend. “Ooh, you taste good full of my son's cum. Ooh, my baby boy pumped so much into you, but he's going to give me more! He loves me more!”
Clint broke the kiss and grinned at me. “Lucky kid.”
“Mmm, he will be when I unleash her on him,” I moaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. “She'll devour him.”
“Damn!” he grunted. “I went into the wrong field.”
“You went into the right field!” I panted, rubbing my nose against his. “You're doing great work.”
He kissed me hard again. I felt his love. He slammed his dick to the hilt in her. She moaned, her tongue churning up my pussy. I whimpered, my hips grinding my twat on Lamai's hungry mouth. Her tongue danced around inside of my snatch. She teased me. This amazing bliss built and built in me. This hot passion that would have me exploding in rapture.
My brother's tongue danced in my mouth. His fingers played with my nubs as my patient pleased us both. Her pussy was massaging my brother's cock. She'd make him explode. He'd pump his cum into her depths.
A heady shudder ran through me.
I built closer and closer to my orgasm. With every heartbeat, I surged towards that amazing explosion. It was this hot bliss. It would have me screaming in joy. My tongue danced with Clint's as we shared this amazing moment.
I couldn't wait to share all my patients with him.
I was such a pervert. Clint had changed me when he seduced me into his incestuous harem. He had broadened my appetites in such wonderful ways. My hand drifted down his chest as I shuddered, my pleasure building and building. I scratched at his muscular pecs, moaning louder.
Clint broke the kiss and snarled, “You going to cum on her face?”
“Yes!” I gasped. “So hard.”
He grinned. “You love it, molesting your patients.”
I nodded my head. “You know it. You know what I love. What I am.”
“One of my two queens,” he groaned. “My wife.”
I smiled, my eyes brimming with tears of joy. I kissed him again. I savored my brother's strong lips as Lamai's licking sent me hurtling towards my orgasm. She'd cleaned out his spunk but she still feasted on me. Her tongue lapped across my clit.
“Mmm, yes, yes, Tai! Fuck Mommy! I'm going to cum on your cock!” My patient nibbled on my clit. “And you, you little skank, oooh, I had no idea pussy tasted so good. Maybe I'll let you fuck my baby boy just so I can lick him out of you. So I can clean up his messes like a good mommy.”
Clint broke our kiss and groaned, “Damn, she's a pervy mom. I love it.”
I winked at him then gasped as she sucked on my clit.
My pussy clenched as the pleasure surged through me. My back arched, my breasts jiggling in Clint's grip. The rapture surged through me. Then I exploded in ecstasy. My orgasms slammed through me.
“Clint!” I whimpered.
He kissed me again as I came on Lamai's lips. My juices gushed out of me. They dumped down her throat. My hips wiggled back and forth. I danced on her, teased her. This rapture shuddered through me. He slammed hard into her, the bed rocking as I quivered.
Ecstasy burned across my thoughts. My tongue dueled with his while Lamai's danced through my folds. She licked my pussy, drinking the juices that gushed out of me. She whimpered and moaned while I groaned and gasped.
I climbed higher and higher.
“Tai!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, son!”
Lamai bucked on the bed. Clint broke the kiss and gasped, “Damn! Her pussy is sucking at me.”
“Flood her!” I howled, my orgasm climbing to higher and higher peaks. “Give her what she craves! Give her that taste of incest!”
He buried to the hilt in her. I saw the rapture twisting across his face. He grunted, his jizz pumping into my patient's cunt. My brother looked so hot as he came. I cupped his face, staring into his eyes as we shared Lamai.
“Goddamn, I love you, Pam,” he growled as her pussy milked his dick.
I shuddered, my orgasms dying now as joy suffused me. “I love you so much. I'm so glad we found each other.” I pressed my forehead into his. “I'm so glad to be yours. I love you, Clint.”
We kissed again while Lamai squealed in delight. I buzzed in rapture, trembling from the wild bliss my brother and I just shared. It was such a delicious treat. A wild delight. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest.
We fell apart not long after that. Lamai dressed with a smile on her face, nodding to my brother as he lounged naked in my chair. I shuddered. I had twenty minutes before my next client. Mercedes Daniels and her jealous need. I loved it. I was seeing both her and the mother.
They were an interesting pair.
“Before you go,” I whimpered. “Can I have more cum in my pussy.”
He arched an eyebrow at me.
“For my next patient. I just had an idea.”
My brother and husband grinned at me. “I'm always eager to give you what you need.”
I shuddered in delight. I loved him. Loved our family.
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Session 12 with Mercedes Daniels
“That's insane,” Mercedes gasped when I finished telling my story of my afternoon romp with my husband and brother. “You touched your patient. You let your brother... fuck her?”
I cupped Mercedes's breast with my cum-stained and pussy-soaked fingers. I kneaded her firm, youthful flesh. “Sexual therapy is important.” I leaned towards her. “There's a reason I only take female clients.”
I kissed the eighteen-year-old girl on the mouth.
To be continued...