1. 13 months


    Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    of his semen deep into my womb. Oh god, it was my fault, I unconsciously just wanted one more thrust…that is what my body told me…even though my brain was screaming to stop. My body won…that last thrust caused my body to orgasm…discreetly…I did not want John, or Sara, and especially Melak to know that my body was craving this deviant sexual behavior. John continued to fill his mother’s womb with descending ejaculations as his thrusts slowed. I could feel my son’s semen fill each and every crevice deep within me…my mind imagining the seeds swimming frantically in search of…I have not been on birth control for years. My brain raced to calculate…was my last period two weeks ago…or three? Of all the worst possibilities…the war bursting into our lives in the middle of the night, my husband probably dead, our daughter raped right in front of me, being forced into unspeakable acts of sexual degradation with my own son…and now, the possible consequences of the last action could be life long. My mind envisioned one of those swimming tadpoles breaking the barrier of one of my eggs, which made me squirm at the thought. My eyes popped open…the squirm reminded me that my son’s semi-flaccid penis was still imbedded deep with in me. The squirm also aroused his sensitivity, John moved…but instead of pulling out, he moved further in. Oh my god…no…not again…my son’s cock was stiffening again. A minute later he was again thrusting into me, but at a more sedate rate. Moving around as if to ...
    savor more of each thrust. His hands grabbed my breasts…squeezing, manipulating, and tweaking my nipples, as he methodically thrust into me. I was no longer his mother…I was his sexual objective. I wanted to say something…but the obvious look on his face would not have deterred him. Besides…the threat of Marek was right next to me. I lay there unmoving, accepting his penal exploring of my womb, for many minutes before deciding that some input from me might escalate his lust and help end this sooner. My hips began to rock to his thrusts, then I oscillated my lower body in tune with my rocking. My son’s rhythm increased…slowly at first…then quicker, harder, more violently. His grasping of my tits was now almost painful…but for some reason that heightened my bodies drive as a wave started to form deep within me. Do not know how long as I was now oblivious to time…but the waves were growing bigger, and bigger with each thrust. Then it happened…the waves crashed…my mind exploded…I could not withhold the scream that came out of my throat. There was nothing discreet about this one…my orgasm was hard and long, my fingers digging deep into my son’s back as my legs wrapped hard around him pulling him in just as he again started jettisoning his volatile, hot, seed enriched cum deep within me. My body had betrayed me again… John withdrew, his cock plopping out of my pussy followed by a stream of his cum. The cool air rushed into the vacated space…but I could not move…my muscles were like ...
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