Forced Family Breeding: Target – Mother (Book 3)

Story Excerpt

Monica arrived home exhausted. Her feet ached in the pumps she always wore to make her ass look good. The low pink of dusk filtered through the blinds as she toed off her shoes and dropped her bag. There was no greeting from her family, which was both normal and infuriating. She expected Miranda to still be at work, though her car was home. Courtney was likely to be out with her friends, and Jake didn’t care enough to move to greet her. She was hopeful for a quiet evening alone, a warm bath, and her bright red oversized dildo.

Three steps inside and an ugly sound stopped her. A wet, rhythmic slap, accompanied by a drawn-out moan. Monica’s brow furrowed. A twinge of excitement met a morbid curiosity. Someone was fucking in her house. Her two daughters were respectful enough to at least keep their doors closed. And she never expected her son, Jake, to bring a girl home. The moans sounded familiar. Almost comforting. She knew that tone. It was her daughter, Miranda.

Monica’s pussy felt a rush of excitement. She had always found both her daughters to be incredibly sexy. And she desperately wanted to see Miranda’s body in action. She followed the noise down the hall, her own bedroom door open a crack, a triangle of warm lamplight spilling out. The smells hit her before she pushed in, sweat, sex, and something raw, feral. Monica braced herself and pushed open the door.

There, splayed across her duvet, was her son, his toned body completely exposed. He was behind his sister Miranda, his hands clamped to her hips like he might snap them. Miranda’s arms and legs were twisted, her face buried under Courtney’s thighs, who straddled her head, both hands tangled in her little sister’s blonde hair.

Monica registered the situation in stages, like a slow detonation. Her son was not just fucking Miranda’s thick, sexy body. He was sodomizing her, every thrust making Miranda’s juicy ass ripple, her moans uncontrollably projecting. Courtney was grinding her cunt down onto Miranda’s open mouth, her head thrown back, grinding in to feel her big sister’s tongue inside of her. All three moved as one, a grotesque, beautiful engine of incest. Monica should have screamed. She should have thrown things, threatened them. Anything.
Instead, her knees quivered and her heart stuttered in her chest. It was perfect. She had always wanted to spy on her family fucking. But she never figured she’d catch them fucking each other. A tingle between her own legs turned into a sharp, rapid flicker of desire that sizzled up her belly. Monica’s fingers curled into fists. She could not move.

Jake was the first to notice her. He looked up, his face slack and unashamed. A strand of Miranda’s hair stuck to the sweat on his cheek.

“Welcome home, Mom,” he said, nonchalant as if he were just watching TV though a little short of breath. “Hope you don’t mind us using your bed. It was the biggest and Miranda tends to flail when I fuck her ass.”

Courtney peeled her cunt from Miranda’s mouth, twisting her small hips up to give her mother a view of her soaking pussy.

“Hi Mommy,” she hummed, eyes bright and dazed. “Can you lick me too?”