Jason steals and impregnates his married mother

Candace Wu slumped down in her bed after what felt like
the thousandth fake orgasm of her life. Her husband
Henry lay beside her panting from exertion, no doubt
grinning like an idiot. She felt his few drops of
watery semen run out of her. This was why Candace never
even bothered with birth control.

Though there was only a five year age difference
between Candace and Henry, most people would mistake
them for father and daughter. Candace was a slim,
petite Taiwanese woman who was blessed with DD breasts.
She had kept in shape and looked far younger than her
thirty-eight years.

The same could not be said about her husband. Henry’s
height only reached Candace’s chin. He was also a round
man with thinning hair. His little prick looked
especially small next to his giant stomach and flabby
thighs. It was obvious that Candace had only married
him for his money.

But Candace was definitely not a faithful, dutiful
wife. She’d had numerous affairs during her marriage to
Mr. Four-incher. It had started out with her neighbor’s
son and spread out to the paperboys and several men at
her office. But all of them had broken it off. None of
them had had the balls to continue fucking another
man’s wife. Candace felt doomed to spend her life
sexually unsatisfied.

As usual, Henry was snoring loudly soon after squirting
his trickle into her, so Candace quietly got out of bed
and headed for the bathroom, hoping to give herself the
satisfaction Henry couldn’t. But as she pushed open the
door to the bathroom, she was met with the most
shocking, embarrassing sight of her life.

Her fourteen year old son Jason was sitting on the
toilet seat, his pants around his ankles, stroking a
sausage that made Henry’s look like a cocktail wiener.
Jason looked right at her, knew she was there, but kept
stroking anyway. His arm pumped faster and faster until
it spurted its ropes of thick, potent cum, splattering
all over the tile floor.

Candace’s pussy flooded, the juices soaking her silken
panties. Her crotch ached and she was filled with a
lust more powerful than any she had felt before. She
stared at the cock in front of her, which dwarfed not
only Henry’s but the cocks of every man she had ever
been with. And it was on her fourteen year old son! How
much bigger would it get as he grew older? She had her
own mini-orgasm just thinking about it.

Candace’s heart skipped a beat as she realized that she
had been staring at her own son’s cock for nearly a
minute. Her face hot, she hurried back into her room
without saying a word, knowing she would spend the
night horny and unsatisfied, tormented by dreams of
incest with her own son.


Jason grinned in satisfaction as he saw his mother
hurry back to her room. Phase one of his plan had gone
off without a hitch. He had gotten her routine down
perfectly. At ten o’clock, his father would start
“fucking” her. A little over a minute later, he’d be
finished and sound asleep. His mother would come to the
bathroom to masturbate. So he’d waited in the bathroom
with the lights off, beating his meat, and waiting for
her to walk in on him. It had been a matter of luck
that he came when he did, right in front of her.

Among the boys at Jason’s school, Mrs. Wu was a
legendary sex symbol. They would crowd his house during
the summer, hoping to get a glimpse of her in one of
her skintight tank tops and short shorts. She had firm,
unruly DD breasts that struggled to burst free from any
top and a big, round ass that would cause boys to run
for the bathroom and beat off whenever she bent over.

Jason used to get angry at the lewd things the other
boys would say about his mother, but they awakened new
feelings in him. He started thinking of his mother as a
woman. He couldn’t help but notice how her breasts,
unrestrained by a bra, jiggled beneath her nightdress
or how her ass stuck out from underneath her skirt. He
remembered how he had grabbed his sleeping mother’s
right breast during a camping trip three years ago and
guiltily masturbated to the memory for weeks. But soon
the guilt faded, replaced with a powerful incestuous
lust that bordered on obsession.

There was only one thing standing in his way: Henry.
The fact that a round, wimpy little man stood between
Jason and his mother pissed him off. He hated his
father and wanted so badly to fuck his mother. He had
an Oedipus complex, no doubt about it.

Phase two was coming up next. His father would be
leaving on a business trip tomorrow. That gave Jason a
full month alone with his mother to give her what she
really needed, a real man with a hard cock.


Candace drove home from the airport after dropping her
husband off. She was not looking forward to two weeks
alone with her son. They still had not talked about
yesterday night. Since then, she had guiltily
masturbated three times thinking about him. But the
guilt had soon faded. After all, fantasies didn’t
matter so long as they stayed fantasies. Right?

She pulled into her driveway, took a deep breath, and
reluctantly went into her house. “Jason?” she called.
“I’m home.”

“Mom?” Jason’s voice came from upstairs. “Could you
come up here for a second?”

‘Oh God,’ she thought. “Sure, honey.”

“I’m in the bathroom,” said Jason. Taking another deep
breath, Candace pushed open the door to the bathroom.
There was Jason, wet from his shower, standing naked in
full view of his mother. It was more arousing than any
of the fantasies she’d had.

“Hi, Mom. Could you bring me a towel?” Jason asked.
Speechless, Candace could only obey. She pulled a towel
off the rack and brought it to him.

“Why don’t you towel me off like you did when I was
young?” As if hypnotized, Candace did as she was told.
She knelt before him like a worshiper and wiped off his
legs, pulling the towel up towards his crotch. Her eyes
never left his cock, which was growing by the second.

Jason shifted his hips and his cock hit Candace in the
face and left a trail of pre-cum on her cheek, ending
at the corner of her mouth. He left it pressing
tantalizingly against her cheek. Out of habit, Candace
parted her lips. Jason prepared to push it into her

Candace snapped out of it. “No! We can’t!” she said

“Why not?” Jason asked with a grin. His mother still
hadn’t taken her eyes off his cock.

“It’s incest! It’s wrong! And what if you get me
pregnant?” Candace’s protests were cut off as her son
jammed his cock into her mouth. She nearly gagged but
soon relaxed as she once again felt a real cock in her
mouth. She wanted to pull away, but her inner slut, the
woman who cuckolded her husband, wouldn’t let her.
Candace needed a cock so desperately, even if it was
her own son’s. Tears of shame coming to her eyes, she
began ministering to her son’s cock.

“Aww, yeah, Mom,” Jason said as his mother’s head
started bobbing up and down on his shaft. “Suck that
cock, you slut!” As Candace felt her son’s precum
trickle tantalizingly into her throat, her blowjob
became faster. She opened her mouth and began running
her tongue up and down the length of her son’s cock
before wrapping her lips back around it.

“Whoa, Mom. You’re really…ugh…getting into this, huh?”
said Jason. Candace’s tears flowed freely and gave a
muffled reply.

“I can’t hear you, Mom,” Jason said as he suddenly
pulled his cock out of Candace’s mouth. Candace,
deprived of what she’d wanted for so long, tried to get
her mouth back onto it. Jason pulled it away.

“Tell me how much you want it, Mom,” Jason ordered.
“Tell me how much you love my cock. Beg me to fuck you
or I’m stopping right now.”

Candace began to sob before she started crying in
humiliation. “YES! I need it! I want your cum in me and
all over me! I wanna feel it spurt inside my cunt! Oh
God, I’m so weak. I’m such a whore!” She buried her
face in her hands and sobbed freely.

“And I love you for it,” said Jason. Candace staggered
forward on her knees desperately, like and addict in
need of a drug. She was an addict…to her son. One taste
of his pre-cum and she was hooked. She was certain that
no man would ever satisfy her again.

“Lie down on your back,” Jason commanded. “I’ve changed
my mind. I’m not gonna fuck your face. I’m gonna fuck
your cunt and cum inside your womb. Do you want that?”

No longer even trying to fight her wicked, sinful
needs, Candace lay down on the bathroom floor, threw
off her panties and hiked up her skirt. “YES! DO IT!
Take me now, my lover…my son!” she shouted.

Jason grinned lustfully. She was his now, all his.
Deciding to tease her, he asked innocently, “But what
about Dad?”

“Fuck him!” she shrieked. “He’s a four-inch wimp who
can’t please me! I’m your whore forever, your mother

No longer able to control himself, Jason loomed over
his begging mother and pushed his member into her cunt.
Though Candace was stretched out from her numerous
affairs, her cunt was still tight on her son’s thick

A few mighty strokes later, Candace’s tense, sex-
starved cunt was already approaching her first orgasm.
Her thrusts sped up, making her braless, oversized
breasts jiggle beneath her blouse. “Oh…oh…OH!” she
gasped as she approached it. “Jason, baby, I’m gonna
cum! I’m gonna cum!”

“Dad never satisfies you like this, does he?”


“You’re mine now, aren’t you? Aren’t you??”

As Candace hit her peak, she vented years of sexual
frustration. “YEESSS! I’M ALL YOURS MY SON! Take me,
screw me, FUCK ME HAARRDD! My body is yours. My cunt,
my ass, my mouth, and my tits! Now I know you were born
to give me babies, YOUR INCEST BABIES! Get me pregnant!
Knock your mother-whore up! Keep me pregnant forever!
Make me mother my own grandchildren! Breed me! BREED
MEEE!” Candace came three times during her monologue.
But still, she continued to fuck like a horny

“I love you, Mom!” said Jason. “I wanna fuck you
forever and have a family with you! I wanna marry you!”

To her lust-crazed mind, the thought of marrying her
own son brought Candace to new heights of arousal.
“Forget my husband and our marriage vows!” said
Candace. “I’ll go to Hell for this and I don’t care!
You’re my husband now! That premature ejaculator and
his little worm will never have a place in my cunt
again!” Candace’s torturous words registered right down
to her son’s balls.

“Oh God! GONNA CUM!” With one last powerful thrust,
Jason let loose what felt like a gallon of cum. His
seed flooded deep into the womb that he came from,
carrying millions of little sperm cells, each with the
goal of finding his mother’s egg and forming a baby.
His orgasm set off his mother’s fourth climax and she
came with him, screaming and writhing in ecstasy. For
those few amazing seconds, son/husband and mother/wife
were lost in their own incestuous heaven.

Finally, mother and son came down from their high.
Jason slumped on top of Candace, using her ample bust
as a pillow. He buried his face into them. They were so
soft yet so firm. They seemed too big for her slim body
and his friends had always wondered if they were real.

Massaging her left breast with his hand, Jason said,

“Hmm?” she purred contentedly.

“All that stuff you said about having my babies…did you
mean it?”

Candace’s heart skipped a beat. Had she said that? The
idea of impregnating someone else’s wife had always
aroused Candace’s other boyfriends. But it had just
been a fantasy. They had always used birth control…

“Oh no,” said Candace.


“I didn’t use birth control,” she said calmly.

“You don’t really care, do you?” Jason said with a

“Hell no. I want to have your babies no matter what.
I’m gonna spend the rest of this month as your personal
fuck slave and after Henry gets home, I don’t think I
wanna stop anyway.” Candace wrapped Jason in her arms.
They came together in a deep, passionate kiss, their
tongues fighting for room. They fell asleep together,
spending their first night as husband and wife on the
bathroom floor, a perfect symbol for their unclean

Years from now, they’d joke that Jason would run the
wrong way while playing baseball. He went from third
base to second to first.


For the rest of the month, Jason and Candace fucked
like rabbits, with Jason deliberately trying to get his
mother pregnant. They had mad, passionate sex every
opportunity they had, stopping only to rest. Candace,
on Jason’s command, walked around the house naked,
letting her son’s sperm run down the insides of her
thighs. She loved the way it squished between her pussy
lips. They slept together like lovers, fucking before
bed and spending the night with Jason’s semi-hard dick
leaking seed inside his mother’s cunt.

Candace took a leave of absence at work and pulled
Jason out of school, planning to home-school him with a
heavy emphasis on sex-ed. Together 24/7, Jason and
Candace fucked in every room of the house. They fucked
outside in the hot tub in broad daylight. Most likely
none of their neighbors were home and if they were,
they didn’t care. Jason would fuck Candace while she
was on the phone with Henry, listening her fight not
the scream as he gave her multiple orgasms. Maybe Henry
was sharp enough to know something was going on. But
probably not.

During that time, they told everything to each other.
Jason told his mom how he had lusted after ever since
he’d seen her shower. He described every fantasy he had
involving her, all of which Candace was willing to try.
Candace told Jason about her affairs and how cuckolding
her husband turned her on. The fact that their affair
was incestuous only added to its appeal to her.

The two incestuous lovers soon decided that they didn’t
need to clean up after themselves. Their cum was
stained the furniture and soaked into the carpet. By
the time Henry came back, the whole house would smell
like sex.

On the night before Henry’s return, Jason came into his
mother’s room- THEIR room- and saw her lying on the
bed. A thick cushion had been tossed aside onto the

“Hey Mom,” Jason greeted his lover. “You’re supposed to
keep that cushion under your ass so that my sperm
doesn’t leak out.”

“We don’t need it any more,” Candace said with a grin.
She held up a pregnancy test. It was positive.
Ecstatic, Jason climbed into bed and embraced his
mother. He ran a hand down her still-flat belly where
the bastard he had sired was growing. A child born of

“So…what are we going to do once Dad comes home?” asked

“Well, my love, we could pretend that the baby is his…”

“No! That wimp isn’t taking credit for what we made.”

“You’re right.” Candace said. “So, shall we get rid of

“I wanna do more than that,” Jason whispered with an
evil smile. He pressed himself up against his mother’s
back, his dick pressing against her ass crack. He
reached around to her chest and started fondling her
giant breasts which would soon be swelling with milk.

“I want to fuck you in front of him. I want to see the
look on his face as he realizes that I stole everything
from him. I want him to know that you’re mine.” He kept
up his boob massage. This month he’d learned that if he
fondled his mother’s breasts, she’d agree to anything.

Candace stretched in response to her son’s talented
hands. A wide, wicked grin spread across her face as
she imagined the moment Henry realized how little their
marriage meant to her. “Ohhh, yes baby. That’s
something I’ve fantasized about for so long. I want him
to know that another man has staked his claim in his
wife. I want him to know what a pathetic loser he is. I
want him to know that he never once satisfied me.”

“I knew it. You’ve always wanted to betray Henry by
letting him know that you let another man’s baby into
your womb.”

“I can’t help it,” Candace said with a shrug and a
smile. “Adultery and betrayal turn me on. And I have
you to thank for giving me the courage to do it.” She
stroked her son’s cheek.

“So, how are we going to do this?” asked Jason.

“What do you mean?”

“This’ll be your one chance to fulfill that fantasy of
yours. How exactly do you want it to play out? Tell me
every dirty detail,” said Jason. Happy to oblige,
Candace launched into a detailed description of how she
imagined Henry’s downfall. As she talked, her pussy got
wet and her son’s cock hardened and pressed against her
buttocks. Their wicked plans enflamed them with
passion, and the two of them fucked through the night,
not caring that there would be hell to pay or that
their affair might ruin their lives. All they cared
about was pleasure.


Henry made an overly sharp turn into his driveway,
almost running his car onto the front lawn. He’d had no
luck with the women he’d met on his business trip and
he was sick and tired of pleasuring himself by hand. He
couldn’t wait to come home and please his lady. Candace
always seemed to cum so quickly. Jason would be at
school today, so they would be alone.

Stepping inside the door, he sniffed an unfamiliar
odor. But in his lust-filled mind, all that could wait
until after he fucked his wife. “Honey? Your beloved
husband is home.”

“Wait for me in the kitchen, honey,” Candace called
from upstairs, giggling. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait,” Henry said in what he thought was
a sexy voice. He hurried into the kitchen (which also
had that strange smell) and sat at the table. He shook
with anticipation.

He heard Candace coming down the stairs. Before she
entered the kitchen, she asked, “Are you ready for this

“Hell yeah!” Henry said loudly, unable to wait much

Candace stepped slowly into the room, wearing a black
lacy bra he’d bought her for special occasions. This
was the first time she’d worn it. Her skin was also
slicked with some kind of lubricant. It was the sexiest
sight Henry had ever seen.

‘Wait a second,’ thought Henry. ‘That’s not lube…’

It was semen. LOTS of semen! It covered her face,
breasts, belly, and crotch. Had she been gangbanged?

His questions were answered when his son, naked,
followed her into the room. Jason reached around her
body and began fondling her melon sized breasts. With
an unrestrained, sadistic grin, Candace tossed
something onto the table. It was a positive pregnancy

Henry’s mouth moved without making any words. Candace
answered his unspoken question. “That’s right! I’m

Henry finally managed to make words. “It…it’s not mine,
is it?”

“No shit, Dad!” Jason laughed.

“Of course it isn’t,” Candace said. “It’s our son’s.
It’s just amazing how you can be the father of that,”
she pointed at her son’s crotch. “He must get it from
my side of the family.” She ran her hands over her
giant breasts, smearing the cream on them. Some of it
was dried, but much of it was fresh. “This is his fuck
cream,” she said. “I bet you’ve never cum this much in
your entire life. It’s shocking that you managed to get
me pregnant in the first place.”

“Jason, you…you son of a bitch!” he stammered.

“Yes he is,” said Candace. “I am a bitch. His bitch.”

“Sorry, but Candace is MY wife now,” Jason said. “She
doesn’t want you any more.”

“I never wanted you, Mr. Four-incher,” said Candace,
glad to finally use that nickname out loud.

“No! This can’t be…it’s impossible no way!” Henry
babbled more words of denial to the amusement of his
unfaithful wife and his victorious son. Candace was
amazed at how well things were going. Henry had lost
his mind and they were the reason! Jason’s member began
to grow.

Candace grasped her son’s cock in her hand. “You see
this?” she said to her husband. Still in shock, Henry
only nodded. “This is a real cock! And we’re going to
show you how it’s used.” Candace grabbed the edge of
the kitchen counter and bent over, showing that her ass
was also covered with his thick splatters of cum. “Take
me now, in front of my husband!” Candace cried. “Let’s
show him what real love is!”

Jason roughly groped at his mother’s tits and ass,
enjoying the slippery feel of his own cum on her skin.
His cock, oozing pre-cum, slid easily into his mother’s
tight but slippery cunt.

“Ugh! Take it, Mom. Let’s show him how a woman like you
deserves to be fucked!”

In between gasps of pleasure, Candace turned to her
husband and said, “I’m not…oh… gonna be your…oh
God…trophy wife anymore, Henry. Now I belong to a man
who deserves me! Our son!” she cackled. “Now fuck my
cunt, son! Fuck your sexy mommy’s pregnant pussy! Love
on your pregnant wife!”

“You’ll never let his little worm into this beautiful
pussy again, will you?”

“No, Jason. Ohhh I belong to you. Only youu. I’m almost

“Me too, Mom. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. I’m gonna fuckin’
cum in your pregnant pussy and give our incest baby a
taste of cream!”

“No, let Henry see how inferior he is. I want to show
him how a real man cums.”

“YEAH!” With that Jason pulled out of his mother.
Candace turned and fisted his cock hard, bringing her
son to his orgasm at last. Thick cables of cum shot
through the air, hitting the ground with loud splats.
Leaving his cum to cool on the kitchen floor, Jason
returned his still-hard cock to its place in his
mother’s pussy and the incestuous lovers resumed their
fucking, working to bring Candace to her tenth orgasm
of the day while working up his own eleventh orgasm.

As Henry heard his son’s cum splatter on the tile
floor, the shock finally got to him. A sudden pain shot
through the left side of his chest. Grabbing his chest
he slumped onto the table. Candace and Jason noticed,
but they were too far into their coupling. They were
both nearing orgasm, a point where absolutely nothing
could get them to stop.

The last thing Henry saw was his wife and son at the
climax of their sick, incestuous hump.


Henry was pronounced dead that day. After cleaning up
the evidence of their most recent fucking, Candace
called an ambulance for her husband, only to learn that
he was dead. She cried crocodile tears. Because Henry
was so badly out of shape, no doctor really questioned
why he had that heart attack.

Jason kept Henry’s wedding ring, which was engraved
with Candace’s name, for himself. Candace’s ring,
marked with Henry’s name, was sold at a pawn shop.

All of Henry’s money and property was left to them.
With it, Candace was able to retire early and home-
school her son. They spent their days together as
husband and wife, making love constantly.

At Henry’s funeral, Candace pretended to be overcome
with emotion and was escorted out by her son for a
quicky. She returned to the funeral chapel with her
cum-soaked thighs, visible to all because she was
wearing a short skirt. Everyone pretended not to

Over the next nine months, Jason and Candace eagerly
awaited the birth of their baby boy. Candace’s
pregnancy had given her sex drive a powerful boost,
giving her son plenty of opportunities to delight in
her bulging belly and filling breasts. When her milk
began to flow again, Jason drank it hungrily as if he
were a newborn baby again.

Soon nine months passed and Jason was in a hospital
waiting room, anxiously awaiting the birth of his new
brother/son. Soon a nurse came to him. “Jason Wu?” she

“Yeah? How’s my mom? Is she all right?”

“Yes,” the nurse said with a smile. “She and the baby
are perfectly fine. You can go and see them now.” She
led him to the room where his mother was resting, their
new baby cradled in her arms.

“Come here,” Candace said. “Come meet your new
s…brother.” She giggled at her near slip.

“We’ll leave you three alone,” the doctor said. “If
there’s anything you need, just buzz.” He and the nurse
left, shutting the door behind them.

“So, how’s he doing?” Jason asked softly.

“The doctor says he’s healthy, but take a look at
this.” Candace pulled away the baby’s blanket.

The baby’s cock was impossibly huge. It almost hung
down to his knees.

“Oh my God,” whispered Jason. He knew that inbreeding
could produce some unusual characteristics. Maybe that
was the reason the baby’s penis was so large.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” Candace asked with a
teasing smile.

“Not at all,” said Jason, forcing a smile. “So will it
keep growing along with the rest of him?”

“I don’t see why not,” Candace said in the familiar
tone that told Jason she was getting horny. “I wonder
what he’ll be like when he grows up. Now put little
Alan into his cradle so that he and I can rest.”


Twelve years had passed and Candace was still turning
heads. After her husband’s death, she’d received
several propositions, including some from the men she
had cheated on her husband with.

Age and pregnancy had only enhanced her beauty. Her
pregnancy had given her a softer, fuller figure and her
breasts had never shrunk even after she stopped
lactating. Alan was growing up though his penis caused
him some discomfort. For a few years, he had thought
that “daddy” and “brother” meant the same thing. But
eventually he’d learned to call Jason “daddy” at home
and “brother” in private.

Her sex life also continued with Jason, but over the
years, the excitement began to fade. He had become less
like a son and more like a husband. The taboo of incest
had lost some of its appeal. It had gotten to the point
where she occasionally had to fake an orgasm. She told
herself that it was normal for all long-term
relationships, but she knew the truth.

She missed being an adulteress.

She missed the excitement of cheating on her spouse.
She missed the mockery of her sacred marriage vows. She
missed knowing that her ignorant husband was at home,
blissfully unaware that his beloved wife was getting
filled with someone else’s cock, someone much better
than him. Candace had tried cheating on Jason with
other men, but it simply wasn’t the same.

One day, the answer came to her in a flash. She was
cleaning up Alan’s room, since he flatly refused to
clean it himself. Every request she made for him to
clean his room was met with a rude, “Shut up, bitch!”

She noticed that Alan’s sheets were heavily stained
with the familiar smell of cum. She buried her face
into them and breathed deep, taking in the delicious
musty scent. She stopped as she felt something hidden
under his blanket. Pulling it back, she found the photo
album she and Jason had put together starting from the
day they’d revealed their affair to Henry.

The first pictures were of Candace being covered in
Jason’s cum in preparation for Henry’s humiliation. In
the back pocket of the binder was the positive
pregnancy test.

Looking again at Alan’s soiled sheets, she noticed that
much of it was fresh. Had he cum this much all at once?


Jason returned home from his trip to the store, eager
to please his mom. He pulled open the door and stepped
inside, about to call Candace’s name.

Then he heard it. He’d know that sound anywhere.

“Fu…fuck me! Oh, God, fuck your horny mommy,” Candace
screamed uninhibited from upstairs. Her voice shook and
gasped with lust and sexual passion. Enraged, Jason
dropped his groceries, ran upstairs and threw open the
door to the master bedroom. What he saw stunned him.

Candace was lying on her back, naked, with Alan
thrusting his abnormally large phallus in and out of
her cunt. A huge puddle of cum from an earlier blowjob
had splattered over her mouth and breasts. Her twelve-
year-old son/grandson towered over her, pinning her
arms above her head as he fucked her. Candace humped
back with a passion that made Jason realize how
unsatisfied she was with him.

He stood their for nearly a minute before they gave
notice to him. “Well look who’s here,” Alan said with a
sneer. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

Candace turned to face her husband, showing Jason her
lust-glazed eyes. But when she saw him, she broke out
into a grin, the same grin she’d had when she showed
Henry the pregnancy test. She laughed at him, her poor
cuckolded son who could never hope to measure up to her

“Candace,” Jason said breathlessly. “Why?”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Candace said in an insincere,
mocking voice. “I treasured our relationship but I
found something more…” she and Alan shared a grin,
“fulfilling.” They laughed together without missing a

Jason’s eyes grew wide as Alan mauled their mother’s
jism lubed breasts, sucking on the nipple as he had
done when he was a baby. He watched as Alan’s egg-sized
balls smacked against Candace’s asshole as he hammered
into her.

“Look at him,” Alan said. “Look at him getting hard
watching us.”

“Pathetic,” Candace gasped out. “You’re no man at all.”

Jason’s cock was betraying him and getting hard. He
couldn’t deny it. There was a part of himself that
enjoyed being cuckolded by his son. Cheating women
turned him on, even if it was his own wife. Losing
control, Jason unzipped his pants and jerked off. He
climaxed quickly, his cum absorbed by the carpet.

“I can’t believe I used to be satisfied with that,”
Candace said, disdainfully looking at Jason’s drying
puddle. “Oh. Oh God YES…” Candace gasped and squealed.
Alan knew that she was coming close to her orgasm and
he knew just how to push her over the edge.

“Tell him what you’ve learned in these past few days,
my love,” said Alan. He thrust into her to “prod” her

“I learned…oh…I learned that the only reason Jason
satisfied me was…was because all those other men were
so small. Now I know he isn’t big, not compared to you,
Alan.” She turned to Jason, “You may be my husband,
Jason, but he’s my master!”

Alan thrust into Candace with renewed passion, each
hump causing her breasts to shake violently. Jason was
on the verge of a second climax, shamefully enjoying
his humiliation.

As Alan and Candace neared their orgasms, Alan cried
out, “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Oh God, yes!” Candace answered passionately.

“Tell me what you want, my little mom-slut,” Alan
growled through clenched teeth.

“I want your cum! I want your incest cum, my darling
grandson, my child of sin! I want you to cum deep into
my womb and give me your babies! I wanna mother my own
great-grandchildren like the incest whore I am. Fuck

Candace, fueled by the perversion and wickedness of her
incestuous coupling, gave in to the most intense orgasm
of her life. Her cunt squeezed at Alan’s massive cock
and, with a triumphant roar, unleashed a flood of cum
into his mother’s womb, carrying millions of little
sperm cells all with the goal of fertilizing Candace’s

Still joined, the two incestuous lovers collapsed onto
the bed, Alan using Candace’s breasts as pillows, much
like Jason had done so many times before in a time that
seemed so long ago.

“She’s all mine now,” Alan whispered huskily. “All

Candace looked up at Alan with love and desire. She
gazed at him with worshipper’s eyes. Jason knew that he
would never see that look on her beautiful face for him

“Now THAT is a real man,” Candace said before
exhaustion took her and she drifted into sleep.

“What are you waiting for?” Alan asked. “Get the fuck
out. You’re moving into my room. And leave the ring
with her name on it. It’s mine now.” He pulled out of
his mother and slid a cushion underneath her ass before
cuddling next to her, casually fondling one of her

Jason hang on to one last shred of hope, that Alan’s
son would in turn steal Candace from him. But that hope
was shattered when they learned that Candace was
pregnant with triplet girls. During her pregnancy, Alan
insisted that Candace give him oral sex all the time so
that his daughters could get used to eating his cum.