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Don't read if underage or if reading would violate any laws or you don't like
incest stories or you cry over wimpy husbands. You've been warned.


YinBin (Femdom,incest) by ERW

Part 2

What a happy little family we have. Can everyone say "dysfunctional". Paul
thinks back to happier times and continues the tale.

It’s been two weeks since Cindy injected that fuckin liquid in my sack. It
still hurts like hell. Every time she paddles my balls the fire comes back. I
don’t know how much longer I can stand it. Sometimes I feel like just cutting
them off... Laying on the floor next to Cindy’s bed my mind always wanders. I
remember a time when we were a fairly normal family, before Dad married Lucy.
My real Mom was a lot nicer. Even though she bossed Dad around at home, in
public she was sweet and feminine. She was always hugging and kissing me. I
remember the night she left. Her and Dad where having a terrible fight. My
bedroom was next to there’s so I put my ear against the wall. I could hear
everything. "I don’t know how I could have married such a fuckin wimp", I heard
Mom yell. "Not only is your dick the size of a mouse, you came before you even
got in me! Not that I could feel anything anyway. You call yourself a man!
You’re not even a boy! Paul is more man than you’ll ever be!" I could hear Dad
start to cry. "Oh great, now comes the manly tears! I’m sitting here frustrated
as hell and you’re crying buckets! I can’t take this anymore!" With those words
I heard Mom bolt out of the room. I hurried back to bed and tried to sleep,
hoping in the morning all would be well again. A few minutes later I heard the
door open and Mom came into my room. She knelt by my bed, turned on my lamp and
stroked my hair. "I’m sorry if I woke you dearest. Your father and I had a
little argument. I just came in to see if you’re all right."  I stared into her
loving eyes and told her I heard Daddy crying. She bent down closer and spoke
softly. "You’re father can’t control himself honey. I’ve been trying to have
another baby but your father gets so excited that sometimes he doesn’t finish
what he starts. I got mad at him tonight because now is when I’m most fertile."
Her head dropped down like she was embarrassed  to say the words. "Gee, it
would be nice to have a brother or sister", I said cheerily. "I hope Daddy can
do what you want." Her head perked up as she stroked my cheek. "I’m afraid your
father is a lost cause in the baby making department. It’s too bad he can’t be
more like my little man." With those words my Mom’s hand worked it’s way down
my crotch. Her slender fingers wrapped around my semi-hard dick. Flicking the
head with her nail, she continued to stroke my cheek. "Are you getting hard
honey? My, my, you’re a much bigger man than your father. Doesn’t it feel good
to have Mommy touch you?" She leaned over and planted a big kiss on my
forehead. In doing so her lacy robe came open and her gorgeous breasts swayed
before my eyes. Instinctively I reached up and squeezed the hanging globes. I
was surprised at how soft her breasts were. "Aren’t Mommy’s breasts fun to
squeeze", she moaned. "Let Mommy get in a better position for you to play with
them." My Mom then pushed aside the covers and sat, straddling my chest. "Why
don’t you play with the tips for a while honey. They’re very sensitive. Here
let me show you." Mom unbuttoned my pajama tops and scraped my nipples with her
nails. I never felt anything so good. I immediately did the same to her
nipples. They became hard as my fingers flicked them. My Mom’s moans got
louder. Next she bent down and placed her right nipple in my mouth. "Suck on me
honey. Just like when you were a baby. Suck hard and try to get Mommy’s milk
out". I sucked on Mom’s nipple and scraped the rubbery bump with my nails. I
found I could make her moan and gasp by teasing her nipples with my tongue then
nibbling them with my teeth. All the while my cock had grown rock hard. It
stuck straight up, out of my pajama bottoms. It was so stiff and hard it
actually started to hurt. I started to bounce my ass trying to get some
friction on my dick. Feeling my hips move, Mom sat up and moved her naked
cheeks down my body. I felt wetness on my stomach as she slid down. Soon my
dick was leaning against her ass. Taking her finger she rubbed it into the goo
on my chest. "This is pussy juice Paul. In the whole world there is no more
sweeter smell or taste to a man.  Are you my little man Paul? Do you want to
taste my juice?" She placed her finger near my nose and I inhaled her sweet
nectar. Next she slid her slick finger in my mouth and I sucked off her cream.
She took my hand and placed it against her pussy. It felt smooth and hairless.
Not like the pictures I’ve seen of naked ladies. My fingers found a damp crack
and slipped inside. She leaned back so I could get a better feel. Her insides
were so moist and slippery. I could feel Mom’s fingers join mine. She seemed to
be rubbing a spot above my hand. Her inside was so moist I wondered why her
fingers didn’t go deeper. She was moaning a lot louder. I could feel her pussy
getting juicier as I pushed further in. She tried to lean back further and bent
my cock down. As her back arched downward, I saw my father standing in the
doorway. I immediately withdrew my hand and tried to cover my chest. Mom
stopped rubbing herself and sat back up. "What’s the matter honey? Is my little
man scared of something?" I raised my hand and pointed at the figure in the
doorway. Turning around, she saw Dad and, smiling, turned back to me. "It’s
only your father honey. There’s no need to be scared of your father. Especially
THIS father." I was very confused and stammered. "But won’t he be mad? I feel
so embarrassed."  Mom patted me on the chest and, in a harsh voice, yelled out.
"Get over here Robert! Don’t stand in the doorway like a Peeping Tom. Your son
has a crazy idea that you might be mad. Tell him you’re not mad Robert. Tell
him you want to see us together. Tell him you want to see him pleasuring me."
Dad came over and stood next to us.  He was wearing Moms long silky nightgown.
His head was bowed. He spoke in almost a whisper. "I thought maybe you’d come
back to bed so we can try again. I know how fertile you are. I want to be a
good husband and give you another baby. Can we please try?" Tears ran down his
cheeks as he pleaded. Mom got very annoyed. "You see what I put up with Paul!
All he does is whine and whimper. I’m glad I don’t have to hide it from you
anymore." Still straddling me she turned to Dad. "How pathetic you are! To
think that you can satisfy me, or ANY woman! Let’s make a baby! You got to be
kidding! Pick up your sissy nightgown and show Paul. Show your son your excuse
for a dick!" Defeated, Dad slowly lifted his silk covering. Staring at eye
level I spied a small penile head jutting out between his balls. It was only a
few inches long and small as a Quarter. "Have you ever seen anything so tiny",
Mom smirked. "Even hard it doesn’t get much bigger. Let me tell you something
dear husband. I wasn’t planning on fucking Paul. I was just going to have some
fun and make him rub me. Once I came I planned on leaving. Now that you’ve
interrupted, I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to fuck Paul. I’m going to make
love to our son and you’re going to help." Dad, still looking down, whispered.
"But you might get pregnant. Shouldn’t Paul at least wear a condom." Mom got
off my chest and stood next to Dad. I could see her hand squeezing Dad’s balls
as she spoke. "I want to get pregnant dear husband. I want Paul to be the
father. I want to feel his hard dick squirting cum up my womb. I want to feel
my belly growing big with his child. I want to feel my breasts swollen with
milk to feed our inbreed baby. But most of all, dear husband, I want you to
know that I made a man of your son tonight because you could not be a REAL man
for me." With tears in his eyes, Mom pushed Dad on the floor. Taking his hair
she jerked his head over to my, now, soft dick. With arms folded and proud, Mom
watched Dad suck my cock. Soon carnal sensations overtook my conflicting
emotions. I felt myself growing hard in Dad’s mouth. When Dad’s head started to
bob on my dick, Mom pushed him away. With a great leap she jumped on my stomach
and impaled herself on my rod. It happened so fast I was stunned. Wildly she
moved her body up and down my shaft. Next she fell on my chest. Holding me
tight, she rolled our bodies so I was now on top. "Fuck me Paul", she screamed.
"Fuck your horny mother! Ram your dick into me! Make me scream! Fill my belly
with your seed." Mom’s legs reached up and hugged my back. I could feel her
sweaty feet clutching my skin. Like a madman I rammed my cock into her. The
creaking bed was a chorus to our animal cries. I slapped my hips hard into her.
I tried to hurt her. My teeth bit on her nipple. She screamed as I sucked the
warm blood down. With a final thrust, my cum burst deep into her. Spasm after
spasm rocked my body. I crushed her body against mine trying to go in deeper.
Out of breath I rolled off her. My dick made a slurping sound as it pulled from
her hole. She was still moaning and looking for release. "Get over here Robert
and finish the job! You know what to do." Obediently Dad came over and placed
is mouth on Mom’s pussy. I heard sucking noises along with Mom’s moans. Pushing
his head tight against her cunt, she let out a long scream. Her head was thrown
back as her spine arched violently. At first I thought Dad had bit her. Gasping
for breath she turned to me and smiled. Pushing Dad’s head away she took two of
my fingers and shoved them up her pussy. "Feel that Paul", she panted. "Those
are called vaginal contractions. When a woman cums they push the sperm along
deep in her belly where they can make a baby. Let’s see what else I can do to
help your  sperm make a baby in me." She called to my father who had slumped
down on the floor. "Robert! Lie on the bed with legs spread so I can rest my
ass on your worthless crotch." Dad did as he was told. Lying on their backs,
Mom shifted her body and rested her ass on Dad’s balls. Her legs rested on his
chest and her feet on his shoulders. I lay next to them and asked her why she
was laying like that. "It’s very simple dear", she explained. "When a woman
wants to get pregnant, she raises her butt to keep the sperm deep within her.
Usually she stays this way for a couple of hours until the sperm does it’s job.
There’s no guarantee, but it does raise the odds of making a baby. Of course
most women use a pillow, but I prefer Daddy’s balls. At least they’re good for
something. Isn’t that right Robert?" She started laughing at her joke.  When
Dad didn’t respond she kicked him in the chin with her heel. Dad let out a
forced laugh. "Just think dear, someday you can tell your inbreed child how you
helped bring him, or her, into the world. Won’t that be fun. I do hope it’s a
girl. That way I can dress you two alike. I wonder what you’d look like in
pigtails." Mom started laughing again then trailed off to sleep, holding my
dick in her hand. When I awoke the next morning Mom was gone. I mean really
gone. Her clothes were all there, as was the car, but Mom had vanished. Dad
said she called a cab, and left in the middle of the night. He said she told
him "what she did was wrong and she couldn’t face us again." I wanted to
believe Dad but found it difficult, yet I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt
her. A few months later he met Lucy. A month after that they married and we
moved into her estate, in the middle of nowhere. Well enough reminiscing. I can
here Candy starting to stir. Unfortunately, I know what she’ll want.
 

This is my first Femdom story in a few years. If I get enough positive feedback
I’ll continue the tale.

EdNNJ42@aol.com


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