Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

Sister's Incestuous Surprise

"James's plan to get his mother and sister together is in full swing. Will the fueding pair set aside their differences? Or will their Jealousy explode out of control?"

Sister's Incestuous Surprise

Dr. Bernice Wilson

“Have fun at your convention,” my son said as I headed out the door, my suitcase rolling behind me.

A hot shudder ran through me, my pussy tingling and nipples aching as James grinned at me as he sat at the breakfast table beside his sister. The little trollop was wearing a t-shirt far too small and a soft blue thong that was fully on display.

“Yeah, Mom, bye!” Jenny said, her blue eyes minx-bright. She wanted James. I was growing more and more sure of it. But he didn't need her. He had his girlfriend, and he had me. “We'll miss you.”

Another hot shudder ran through me. Today I would meet James's girlfriend. For three weeks, since I seduced him, I wondered about who she was. I thought she must be at professor at his college, an older woman like me. But the pink thong he produced Thursday night, covered in his cum and her pussy juices, made me wonder if it wasn't a girl his age.

Either way, I was having a hot threesome with them. James's girlfriend found it so hot I was fucking my son.

I headed out the door, trying not to shout out my love for my hunky son. Nineteen, so strong, maturing into a powerful man. He would be a lady killer. I know he made me swoon. I squirmed as I started my car. We told Jenny I was going out of town for a medical convention, but really I was going to spend the weekend at the hotel with James and his girlfriend.

Two days of hot and wild sex.

I rubbed my hand on my tummy every time I had to stop at a light on the way to the Grand Paramount Hotel. I was pregnant. Bred by my own son. I had no idea what I would tell others. I had just found out. I especially worried about my daughter.

She would throw it in my face after how terrible I was acting. Whenever I was away from her, I wanted to try and mend fences, but when I was around, seeing her prance around James, using the same whorish techniques the eighteen-year-old had used on the married teacher who knocked her up, it sent my blood boiling and the most horrible things spilled out of my lips.

I pushed that down. After the weekend, once I met this other woman, I would patch things up with Jenny. She wouldn't steal my son from me.

I arrived at the Grand Paramount, pulling up beneath the covered valet driveway. It was a glamorous hotel, built in the thirties, and with that delightful, art deco retro look about it. A white tower thrusting up around the other tall building in downtown. I squirmed as I handed over my keys to the valet and walked in.

“I have a reservation,” I purred to the concierge. “Under James and Bernice Wilson.” I smiled. “My...lover will be here later.”

“Of course,” the concierge, wearing a black suit, said, a smile that promised discretion on his lips. He probably thought I was married and having an affair. “I just need a credit card.”

Ten minutes later, I was in our suite. It was expensive, and I didn't care. I was giddy to have this fun. There was a huge bed, covered in graceful white covers with pink roses. Potpourri scented the air. The curtains were heavy and I drew them closed, plunging the room into romantic darkness. I opened my suitcase, pulling out the scented candles.

James would arrive at noon. I would have everything ready.

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