Her mind drifted back to the day that changed her life forever. Why had she went to wake Rick instead of sending Kenzie as she always had. She was running from an uncomfortable sexual conversation with her daughter only to become overwhelmed in a sexual act with her son. If only she had sent Kenzie to wake Rick that morning as she always did, would Kenzie be the one laying in her bed craving his cock tonight? Would her daughter have been swept away as easily as she had been when confronted by his wavering stiff cock. Would they have found pleasure together instead, Kenzie experiencing the maddening pleasure of her brothers fat dick seemingly ripping her tight pussy to shreds as he instilled a life altering pleasure in her stricken pussy, a pleasure that would have their incestual act forever embedded in her mind and hopefully in her pussy. Could the guilt and stigma of fucking her brother become just an enhancement to their sex, forced from her mind till it was buried deep in her pussy with his throbbing dick, consumed by the pleasure of the incestuous coupling of their bodies? But it wasn’t Kenzie’s life that changed that day it was her’s. As she lay there wanting to feel her son in her arms again, she remembered Kenzie was downstairs on the couch. The arousement slowly filling her became her courage and her thoughts had her entering her son’s room and laying with him. The love of his dick combined with her love for him as her son had her craving that closeness. Her thoughts of his cock pressing into her as they lay together, bodies hunching slowly, her feeling his thick cock nestled deep inside her as they fucked unrushed for hours, making love in his bed; Holding and kissing him as he penetrated her deeply, her pussy squeezing his dick as she orgasmed repeatedly as they fucked, tormented her incest craving mind.
