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The Wives of Westchester Are His Harem
by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com)

***

Anthony Bershawz turns 16 years old and suddenly finds 
that he's become a magnet for all the horny housewives 
of Westchester. But these married women have more than 
cheating on their minds. They all want to have Anthony's 
baby, too. Imagine his surprise when he soon discovers 
his mom and two aunts want Anthony to form a harem with 
them. (mF, inc, underage, mother/son, aunt/nephew, 
cheat, cons, scat, anal, preg)
 
***

PART 1

It was September when Anthony Bershawz turned 16 years 
old. It's an age that has always been cited as a Major 
Transition, a child turning into an adult, even if in 
the U.S., one doesn't get most of his or her 
"credentials" for at least another two years. However, 
in Anthony's case, it was as if when he turned 16, 
somewhere in the Universe, a switch was suddenly thrown 
on. 

Anthony was already six feet tall and muscular, and he 
possessed a thick, beautiful 8" cock. Now, as he marked 
16 years on the planet, all of the women in Westchester 
– especially the married ones – seemed to not just take 
notice, but also seemed to be suddenly cast under 
Anthony's spell. When he walked through the 
neighborhood, the women in their late 20s and 30s and 
40s were now very interested in him, saying "Hi, 
Anthony," with big saucy smiles on their faces. Of 
course, some of that may have been due to the fact that 
not only was Anthony handsome, but the bulge in his 
jeans was also substantial. 

Anthony was enjoying all of this newfound attention and 
he certainly felt a mutual attraction to these women. 
After all, he'd been having sex since he was 12, with a 
pretty nice selection of girls his own age, but now, 
here were grown, sexy adult women showing interest in 
him. And MARRIED women at that. It excited him to no 
end, and he began to flirt back, gaining more and more 
confidence with each passing day. Could he actually 
steal one of these women from their husbands and get 
them in bed? He soon found out the answer was more "yes" 
than he ever could've imagined.

Anthony even noticed new attention from his best friend 
Scott's mom, Mrs. Reynolds. Beth Reynolds was 38 years 
old, just a tiny thing barely 5 feet tall. But she was 
all woman, with wide hips, a round muscular butt and 
full boobs. She had deep brown eyes, a short dark brown 
feathered haircut and pouty bee-stung lips. She wasn't 
"classically beautiful", but she was Real and sexy and 
adult. And, most enticingly, she was married, but seemed 
to suddenly want Anthony. 

At every opportunity, while Mr. Reynolds was at work, 
Beth would walk into the basement rec-room where Scott 
and Anthony hung out and would always seem to find 
something for her son to do. While he was running these 
errands, Beth would sit with Anthony and flirt with him, 
telling him how big and handsome he'd become and how 
lucky his girlfriend was. 

Anthony was getting wise to what was happening around 
him, and he decided Mrs. Reynolds – Beth – would be his 
first attempt at bedding one of these exciting new 
prospects. "Well, I don't actually have a girlfriend, 
Mrs. Reynolds," Anthony said with just a hint of smile 
on his face. 

Mrs. Reynolds returned a small smile and put her hand on 
his thigh, close to the bulge that now seemed to be 
growing. And Anthony noticed her eyes sneaking peeks 
while she continued to talk. "That's hard to believe, 
Anthony. A nice-looking young man like you." Mrs. 
Reynolds's voice became sultry and seductive. "You must 
get the ladies all the time."

Anthony channeled the most adult self he could, becoming 
the man he imagined himself to now be. "No ladies yet, 
Mrs. Reynolds. Just girls. I would love to have an 
actual woman someday."

And with that, Mrs. Reynolds squirmed a little on the 
couch they were sharing and Anthony saw a wet stain 
slowly appear on the tight crotch of her white slacks. 
"You, you should call me 'Beth', Anthony," she stammered 
just a bit. Beth's hand squeezed Anthony's thigh and she 
smiled broadly. "And you should come back to see me 
tonight after Scott and his father leave for the hockey 
game downtown." 

Anthony nodded and smiled. Just then, Scott bounded down 
the stairs from his completed errand. Beth stood up 
quickly so Scott would be none the wiser to what was 
transpiring. 

***

Anthony knocked on the Reynolds' front door after he 
watched Mr. Reynolds and Scott drive away to the hockey 
game. Mrs. Reynolds opened the door with a flourish and 
a waft of Tabu perfume filled Anthony's nose. Wearing 
only a translucent white nightgown with a matching pair 
of white panties visable beneath, Beth smiled 
seductively. "Come inside, Anthony." She grabbed hold of 
the belt on his jeans and pulled him inside, shutting 
the door behind him. 

Mrs. Reynolds enveloped Anthony in an embrace, 
stretching up to kiss him passionately on the lips. 
Anthony grasped her big round firm ass and pulled her 
closer, slipping his tongue into her mouth. They 
frenched like this for a minute, then Beth whispered in 
his ear, "Carry me upstairs, lover, and let's have some 
fun."

Laughing together, Beth leapt into Anthony's muscular 
arms and he carried her up the stairs and across the 
threshold of the Master Bedroom. While he carried her, 
Beth slipped off the wedding ring her husband gave her 
17 years ago and threw it on the nightstand. "I'm your 
bride tonight, Anthony." Beth coo'd, "so do your 
husbandly duty and fuck me good." 

Anthony tossed her on the bed and quickly undressed, 
releasing his monstrous 8 inch cock. Beth's panties 
immediately became soaked with excited cunt juice. "Oh, 
my goodness gracious, stud! Hurry and put it in me!" 

Anthony pulled off her dripping panties and slammed his 
cock all the way deep inside Mrs. Reynolds, taking her 
good and hard, sliding furiously in and out as she 
immediately reached her first orgasm. "Oh, my christ! 
Oh, my god! Fuck me, Honey, I'm cumming so good!" Her 
fingernails dug deep into Anthony's back and her hips 
met every one of his thrusts as the first climax washed 
over her and she screamed out in incredible pleasure. 
"Ooooooh, my gawwwwwww!!" And Beth's body shook as 
Anthony's cock continued plunging and receding, in and 
out, glistening with her hot slick cunt juice. 

Anthony nearly came himself, but he had remarkable 
control for a 16 year old. After all he'd had lots of 
practice with Donna and Jenny and Angie, his trinity of 
hot dirty little nymphs that he'd been fucking since 
they were all 12 years old. He knew that women loved a 
man who could keep on going before cumming himself. But 
now he was in for a surprise.

Still hard, Anthony allowed Mrs. Reynolds to roll him 
onto his back. Having regained her composure, she was 
now the cowgirl riding her mighty stud. "Oooooh, give it 
to me some more, lover. Cum for me. Shoot your hot 
babyjuice in me. Knock me up, stud. C'mon, do it to me, 
Anthony. Make me pregnant. You're so much better than my 
husband, so put a baby in me, too!! Ooooh, hot christ, 
that's it!" 

Anthony was overcome with lust, hearing Mrs. Reynolds 
beg him to impregnate her, and he began to lose control, 
feeling his balls boil with hot fertile semen. "Oh, my 
god, I'm gonna knock you up! I'm stealing you from your 
husband!" 

"Yesssss, do it!" Beth cried out in orgasm, "Steal me!! 
Steal me!!!" And with that, both lovers shivered in 
mutual orgasm as Anthony blew hot load after hot load of 
babyjuice into Beth's tight cunt. 

Beth licked Anthony's cock like a lollipop, keeping him 
hard. Anthony returned the favor by licking Beth's cunt 
until she had another orgasm. Then they took a shower 
together, playing and kissing under the water, Anthony 
staying fully erect the whole time, to Beth's delight. 
She gently played with his cock the whole time. Anthony 
also played with Beth's nice pert tits, concentrating on 
the large aureoles and gumdrop-sized nipples. The only 
place he hadn't explored was her ass. 

While still in the shower, he slipped down to his knees. 
Beth laughed, sensing that Anthony was going to satisfy 
her in every way. She turned instinctively for him, 
raising her big round butt up for him. He spread her 
fleshy nether cheeks with each hand and exposed her 
pretty puckerhole. He licked it in long strokes, 
enjoying the pungent spicy taste. 

Beth sighed. "Oh, that's so nice. Lick my ass, Anthony. 
You're the best lover I've ever had." 

He kept running his tongue up the cleft of her ample 
butt, making Beth's puckerhole tingle. Then, Beth took 
some baby oil and greased up his massive shaft. Pulling 
him by his cock like it was a leash, she led Anthony out 
of the shower. 

"C'mon, let's get back to the bed so you can slide this 
beautiful cock up my ass." She crawled onto the bed like 
horny animal and Anthony got behind her. Grasping her 
nether cheeks again, he spread them apart, found her 
puckerhole once more and started squeezing his huge cock 
inside, little by little. "C'mon, stud!" Beth called out 
with encouragement, "Get it in me all the way! Give it 
to me, you hot bastard! Buttfuck me good! Yesss, that's 
it! Buttfuck me, stud!"

Beth was so excited that her sphincter relaxed enough to 
allow Anthony to slide all 8 inches deep inside. It was 
tight as hell, but felt so good. Beth immediately 
reached orgasm, writhing and bucking her wide hips as 
Anthony plunged deep in and out. Anthony was out of his 
mind with pleasure and it didn't take long before he let 
loose with several hot jets of cum. "Oh, goddamn!" he 
groaned as he came. Beth climaxed again, too – she loved 
getting buttfucked, but her husband never did it to her. 

They finished their night in a loving embrace, making 
love this time, nice and slow. As they each approached a 
final beautiful orgasm, Beth whispered, "I'm so fertile 
right now and for the next 3 days. Put a baby in my 
belly, Anthony. I want a daughter so bad. Give me a 
baby, Sweetheart." And so he did.

*** 

By the time Christmas had passed, Mrs. Reynolds's belly 
began to swell, filled with Anthony's baby. Anthony was 
ready for his next conquest, and it soon presented 
itself. After Xmas break, he returned to the second 
semester of school to find that his computer sciences 
teacher, Mrs. Molly Winslow, was giving him the same 
attention that Beth Reynolds had done. Mrs. Winslow was 
among the hottest teachers in the school, curvy and not 
shy about wearing tight dresses that showed off her sexy 
legs and childbearing hips. 

Since classes had started up again, Mrs. Winslow was 
spending a great deal of time chatting with Anthony 
about his typing skills, giving him extra attention to 
make sure he held his fingers correctly over the "home 
row" to increase speed. Anthony loved the smell of the 
conditioner she used in her big thick mane of auburn 
hair. He'd take deep whiffs and Mrs. Winslow knew that 
he was getting turned on. She loved it, and she took to 
teasing him more and more. 

Around the 3rd day back from break, she dismissed the 
class, but added "Anthony, may I see you, please? When 
the classroom was empty, Mrs. Winslow shut the classroom 
door and locked it. She turned and sauntered over to 
Anthony's desk. "Do you think I smell good, Anthony?" 

Anthony felt nothing but pure sexual confidence. "You 
smell wonderful, Mrs. Winslow. But you look even 
better." 

Mrs. Winslow smiled, just a bit surprised but more 
aroused. "Oh, really? I'm glad to hear that." She sat 
her fine round rump on the edge of Anthony's desk and 
leaned toward him. "What do you wanna do about it?" 

Anthony stood up, revealing the swelling erection barely 
contained in his jeans. "Oh, I dunno, Mrs. Winslow. What 
do you wanna do about it?"

Mrs. Winslow reached for Anthony's zipper. She undid his 
jeans and release his throbbing cock. Letting out a deep 
sigh, she dropped to her knees and licked furiously up 
and down and around the shaft of Anthony's massive tool. 
She tongued his balls, too, purring and coo'ing as she 
slurped and sucked and licked with wild abandon. 

Then, she stood up and unbuttoned her dress, letting it 
drop to the classroom floor. There she stood, in a black 
lace bra and thong panties, her trimmed bush barely 
contained beneath the fabric. She moved toward Anthony 
and they embraced. Anthony undid the bra, and it fell to 
the floor, allowing Molly Winslow's juicy boobs to fall 
free. They were firm and full and all but begging to be 
sucked. Anthony licked and nibbled and squeezed, nursing 
her nipples like a newborn. 

Mrs. Winslow's thong panties were soaked with cunt juice 
and she wiggled and squirmed as Anthony rubbed his rock 
hard cock up and down against her snatch. 
"Oooooooooooo," she moaned as their hips gyrated and 
grinded together, so close to penetration, and yet so 
far. Then, Mrs. Winslow pushed Anthony onto the carpet, 
onto his back. She peeled off her thong and then 
straddled him in reverse, putting her fine round rump 
right about chest level, while stroking his huge swollen 
sausage with both hands. 

"Let's play a dirty game, Anthony," she coo'd. "I wanna 
shit on you. Would you like that? Would you like me to 
squeeze out a big hard turd?" 

Anthony couldn't believe it, but Mrs. Winslow's offer 
was driving him insane with lust. It was so taboo and so 
perverted, it made his cock grow even bigger and harder. 
"Oh, christ, yeah, shit a big hard turd on me, Mrs. 
Winslow!" he cried out. 

Mrs. Winslow laughed lustfully. "Oh, yeah, honey! I'm 
gonna do it!" Mrs. Winslow's beautiful round butt danced 
and wiggled and shimmied as she began to moan. 
"Ohhhhhhhh, here it comes! Here comes a big hard turd 
for you!" And emerging slowly from between her perfectly 
tanned ass cheeks, out of her hot puckerhole, was a 
magnificent brown turd. 

"Oh, here it comes!" And Mrs. Winslow stroked Anthony's 
throbbing cock faster and faster as the slick brown turd 
completed its journey out of her gyrating beautiful butt 
and onto Anthony's chest. Anthony watched and was so 
turned on that he found himself losing control and he 
started ejaculating madly. 

"Oh, goddamn that's so hot!" he moaned as he blasted jet 
after jet of hot jizz all over Mrs. Winslow's face. She 
giggled and kept jacking him, squealing "Wheeeeeeeee!!" 
joyfully as Anthony's cum splashed all over her. 

Both of them were breathless as Molly Winslow turned 
around, grabbed a washcloth from her purse and plucked 
the turd from Anthony's chest. "Oooooo, you really liked 
that, didn't you? You like doing filthy things, don't 
you? It's soooooo fun, isn't it? And sooooo hot!" Then 
she took some wetnaps from her purse and cleaned him 
off. "Now do me," she commanded and presented her soiled 
ass to him. He took the wetnaps and wiped her good and 
clean. 

It was fun wiping her ass and she purred with every 
stroke, her sexy ass wiggling and dancing as she knelt 
there on the carpet. Anthony's cock grew long and hard 
again as he finished cleaning her puckerhole by plunging 
his tongue inside and then making a long ice cream lick 
up the entire length of her cleft. 

Anthony was throbbing hard. Mrs. Winslow walked over to 
the waste basket and threw the wetnaps and washcloth 
away, picked up her thong and slipped it back on. She 
sauntered over to where Anthony was standing with his 
enormous cock pounding with sexblood and, purring like a 
kitten, fell into a hot steamy embrace. 

As she nibbled and kissed Anthony's neck, Anthony rubbed 
the entire length of his massive boner up and down the 
slick crotch of Mrs. Winslow's panties, causing her to 
secrete even more cunt juice, so much that it started 
dripping onto the carpet, leaving pungent stains. She 
was moaning now, but staying in control. It was her 
classroom, and she made the rules. 

"We have to get out of here before all those damn kids 
from my next class start pounding on the door," she 
managed to barely say as erotic electricity began to 
make her gorgeous legs weak. Their eyes locked in an 
animal hunger, as they both moved their hips in hot 
rutting unison. "Let's skip out the rest of the day..." 
She stopped long enough to engage in a deep french kiss. 
"....and let's go to my house and fuck."

Anthony pulled on his clothes and Mrs. Winslow stepped 
back into her tight lavender cotton dress. Anthony left 
first and made his way down to Lake Road to wait for his 
teacher to pick him up. She soon arrived in her Mercedes 
450SL and Anthony hopped in. He immediately reached 
between his teacher's legs and rubbed the sopping crotch 
of her thong, playing with her clit. Mrs. Winslow could 
barely drive, but she managed while squirming with waves 
of pleasure as Anthony made her climax at least twice 
before they arrived at her sumptuous home in the 
Westchester Hills. Mrs. Winslow's husband was a C.E.O. 
of some huge software company, and lived well. 

She pulled the car into the garage, and they went 
inside. Mrs. Winslow pulled Anthony toward the stairs 
and soon they were in the Master Bedroom. "My god, I'm 
so fucking horny," Mrs. Winslow sighed as she quickly 
stripped out of her dress again. Anthony was ready 
faster than she was and pushed her back onto the bed 
roughly, slamming his huge cock into her in one long 
violent stroke. "Oh, CHRIST!" he groaned, and Mrs. 
Winslow let out a huge "Oh yeah!" as he began stroking 
her hot tight cunt. She wrapped her meaty legs around 
his young waist, and pulled him hard against her 
bountiful tits. 

Her large brown nipples were erect and excited Anthony 
even more as he felt them grind against his chest. "Fuck 
me, oh, my god, fuck me..." and she began cumming. She 
climaxed, and Anthony pulled out. Mrs. Winslow got up on 
all fours. "Fuck me like a dog." And Anthony slammed 
into her from behind, prompting squeals of joy. "Holy 
hell, you're the best I ever had, Anthony. You put my 
husband to shame!" 

Anthony fucked his teacher for about a half-hour, 
bringing her to 5 orgasms before he rocketed into her 
cunt, shooting powerful loads of hot babyjuice deep into 
her womb. "God, you're gonna get me pregnant with all 
that hot sexy stuff," Mrs. Winslow moaned after she had 
her fifth orgasm simultaneous with Anthony's explosion 
of boiling jizz. 

"Would you like that, Molly?" Anthony asked as they fell 
together under the sumptuous bedsheets. "Do you want me 
to put a baby in your belly?"

"You probably already did, stud," Mrs. Winslow coo'd as 
they shared a romantic kiss. 

Horace Winslow, Molly's husband, was away in Singapore, 
so Mrs. Winslow suggested that Anthony take his place in 
their marriage bed and give her the baby she always 
wanted but could never get from her husband. "I'd love 
to," Anthony said with just a hint of love, but a whole 
lot more lust. But that was okay with Molly Winslow – 
she couldn't get enough of her stud student. 

For the next week, Mrs. Winslow took the week off from 
classes, and she also got on the phone, posing as Stacy 
Bershawz, Anthony's mom, calling in his daily absences. 
Instead, every morning, Anthony waited to be picked up 
by Mrs. Winslow and they spent the day in bed, making 
babylove. When they weren't making a baby, they were out 
shopping for sexy lingerie or eating in fancy 
restaurants. Mrs. Winslow even gave Anthony a car, one 
of her old Mercedes convertibles just gathering dust in 
the garage. 

Soon, Mrs. Winslow's belly started to swell. "Look what 
my hot stud did to me," she'd tease before she mounted 
Anthony yet again. While she rode him that day, she told 
him that she was talking with her close friend Mrs. 
Evans – Babette Evans – one of the algebra teachers at 
Anthony's high school. "You have Babette as your algebra 
teacher, don't you?"

Anthony smiled. "Yeah. I like her a lot. She's nice." 
She was really cute, too. If you could compare her to 
someone famous, she sort of looked like Julianne Moore, 
the actress. Mrs. Evans was 30 years old, with a long 
wavy head of strawberry blonde hair and lots of freckles 
splashed across her face and chest. 

She loved to show off her ample cleavage by wearing low-
cut floral-print dresses in class, to the consternation 
of the principal. She was often reprimanded for 
"dressing too liberally," which meant "dressing too 
fucking hot for horny adolescent males." But she loved 
to tease her boys. And, apparently, according to Mrs. 
Winslow, some of them she even fantasized about fucking. 

"She told me she has the hots for you. And I told her 
what a stud you were. Yesterday, I confessed to her that 
we made this baby together," she smiled, patting her 
naked bulging belly. 

"Wow, I'd sure love to put one in her, too," Anthony 
smiled. 

"Well, go do it, you magnificent stud," Mrs. Winslow 
coo'd. "You should build a harem of all the hot fertile 
married women you can handle and then knock them all up. 
Go do it, Anthony. It's your destiny." She paused and 
they kissed. "But make sure to come back and put another 
baby in my belly next year. I want you to give me lots 
more babies and lots more orgasms." And with that, Molly 
Winslow began to climax and both she and Anthony reached 
ecstasy just as Mr. Winslow opened the front door. He 
was back from his trip. 

The bed was soaked in their love juices, so she would 
have a lot of explaining to do, while Anthony escaped 
out the 2nd story window and made his exit in his new 
car. 

*** 

The next day, Anthony returned to classes. Algebra 
wasn't until 3rd period, but the first classroom he paid 
a visit to was that of Mrs. Babette Evans. When he 
entered, there she was, chalk in hand, drawing an 
isosceles triangle on the blackboard. Her big round 
bottom was lovingly hugged by one of her tight floral-
print dresses, and the cleft of her ass looked so 
enticing that Anthony was tempted to sneak behind her 
and run his hand up underneath. 

He already felt the stirring of an erection, his cock 
hardening and growing and straining inside his jeans. 
Mrs. Evans knew he was there, of course, and glanced 
over her shoulder seductively. "Close the door and lock 
it," she said evenly, but with a little wisp of smile. 
She wiggled her butt at him. "Now come here and rub that 
massive cock against me." 

Anthony did as he was commanded. He grasped her hips 
from behind and, remaining fully clothed, he rubbed his 
swollen massive meat up and down that lovely ass cleft. 
Mrs. Evans responded by sighing, "Oooooh," and moving 
her hips with his. And without any more introduction or 
preamble, she whispered, "I want you to knock me up just 
like you did to Molly Winslow."

She turned and leaned forward on her desk, palms down, 
displaying her sexy rear end for Anthony. "Slide that 
big babymaker in me right now." Anthony undid his jeans, 
pulled them down and then hiked up the tight fabric of 
Babette Evans' dress, revealing no panties and a perfect 
freckled butt. 

Her pussy was dripping wet already, lubricated and ready 
for Anthony's huge cock. He entered her from behind, 
squeezing her nether cheeks and sliding deep up into her 
womb. They both let out heavenly sighs of pleasure and 
Anthony proceeded to make long slow strokes in and out 
of Mrs. Evans' hot baby hole. 

"Oh, sweet clouds of Jesus, that feels sooo good, 
Honey," Mrs. Evans coo'd, "you're gonna make me cum 
already, you incredible stud." Babette Evans writhed and 
swooned as Anthony kept sliding his thick throbbing 
babymaker in and out of her slippery velvet hot pussy. 
"Oh, honey, are you gonna put a baby in my belly now? 
Oh, do it! Oh, jesus on the rain, do it, you hot 
babymaking bastard!" Anthony wanted to make it last, but 
he felt the babyjuice boiling in his balls already and 
he knew he was soon going to blow a huge load into his 
algebra teacher. 

"Uh, gawd, here comes your baby!" Anthony cried out as 
he climaxed powerfully, sending long hot ropes of 
fertile seed deep into Mrs. Evans's yearning womb. "I'm 
knocking you up, you hot nasty cheating bitch!" 

"I'm such a fucking cheating cunt! I don't care! Knock 
me up, you goddamn bastard!" Mrs. Evans was out of her 
mind with orgasmic lust, arching her back as Anthony 
kept unloading jet after jet of hot babyjuice into her 
steaming-hot baby hole. 

It was almost time for Mrs. Evans's first class, so 
after some kissing, they both dressed and Anthony left 
the classroom. Later, they went to Mrs. Evans's house to 
fuck as much as they could before George Evans got home 
from work. 

"My husband shoots blanks," Babette confessed to Anthony 
as they both slipped into her marriage bed. "I've wanted 
a baby for 6 years now, and he's an utter failure. But 
you –" Mrs. Evans's voice trailed off as they kissed and 
Anthony mounted her, sliding into her hot flaming red-
haired pussy. 

"You're gonna give me my baby, aren't you, Anthony? 
You're, what? Sixteen years old? You're 20 times the man 
my husband is. I'm your wife all afternoon, as far as 
I'm concerned, and you're my new husband. Husband-for-a-
day." 

They both laughed as they fucked nice and slow, making 
it last this time. "Babyloving and turtle-doving," 
Babette called it as she peppered Anthony with kisses 
and love nibbles on his earlobes and neck. 

They both began to climax about an hour later – it came 
on slow and built and built. "Here comes your baby," 
Anthony said as he felt his cock grow and throb, and his 
balls tighten.

"Yesssss, give me my baby! Oh, I feel it!" Mrs. Evans 
cried out as she writhed and squirmed beneath Anthony's 
powerful strokes.

Anthony pumped longer and faster as his orgasm 
intensified. "Uhhhhh, gawd, yeah, Babette, I'm putting a 
baby in you right now! Uhhhhhhhhhh..." he groaned as he 
blew hot babyjuice into the third wife he'd stolen in as 
many months. 

"Oh, jesus on a rocket!! That's it! Show my husband how 
to knock up his wife! Oh, holy shit, it feels sooooooooo 
good! Shoot a baby into me!" And Anthony kept shooting 
his fertile seed into Babette Evans, completely out of 
control, just fucking and cumming and cumming until his 
balls were empty and aching from making his third baby. 

*** 

A month later, summer was approaching and Anthony always 
looked forward to hanging out at the neighborhood 
swimming pool. Not only for the cool, clear refreshing 
water, but also because he got to enjoy all the hot 
neighborhood women in their bikinis. And, this year, 
things had changed, because the hot neighborhood women 
were returning the lascivious gazes and furtive glances, 
checking out Anthony's huge bulge in his brand-new 
Speedo briefs. 

One surprise was Tammi Collins, the sexy blonde 
lifeguard. She was a grown woman, 29 years old, but in 
many ways, she was younger than Anthony. She was engaged 
to be married, and Anthony noted the immense diamond 
ring that she wore along with her red one-piece 
lifeguard swimsuit. Her boobs were ENORMOUS, but 
completely natural. One can tell these things 
immediately. They perfectly complemented her wide hips 
and thick but firm legs. She resembled a young Mariah 
Carey, if Mariah Carey were a blonde – oh, and a virgin. 

Yes, Tammi Collins the lifeguard was saving herself for 
her husband-to-be. And Anthony had to have her sweet 
unbroken cherry. 

"Hey, Tammi," Anthony flirted as he swam over to Tammi's 
lifeguard chair. "How about we have a nice hot lunch?"

Tammi was immediately seized with an unexplainable lust. 
"Y'know I'm getting married and I'm saving myself for 
Donald. But you're looking really hot, Anthony." She was 
already feeling his pull and her loss of control, saying 
things she couldn't believe she was hearing herself say. 
She held out her engagement ring for Anthony to see. "He 
gave me this ring and I'm gonna give him my virginity." 

Anthony smiled. "Oh, really? I can give you something 
much bigger than that." 

Tammi squirmed in her chair, feeling her cunt getting 
steamy and issuing so much lube that she knew she had to 
have what Anthony was offering. "What?" she managed to 
ask. 

Anthony swam right under her chair. He flashed her what 
was inside his Speedo. She saw Anthony's huge flesh 
snake and gasped. Anthony smiled and stuffed his 
monstrous cock back inside the Speedo. "Why don't you 
take your lunch break and we can go to your apartment 
and I'll give it to you right now." 

Tammi smiled and continued to squirm, knowing she had to 
have his massive tool. "Okay, Anthony. Let's have 
lunch."

Soon, they were down the street, inside Tammi's upstairs 
apartment. They'd barely gotten through the front door 
when Tammi leapt into Anthony's arms, wrapped her legs 
around him and started deep frenching him. "Don't tell 
Donald," she begged. "Take my cherry with your big 
beautiful cock, Anthony." 

Anthony's cock was now huge, hard and raging, making a 
complete joke of his Speedo. He carried Tammi to her 
bed, pulled off the Speedo and then pulled down Tammi's 
lifeguard suit. Her pretty pussy was adorned with a fine 
blonde bush of pubic hair and Anthony just had to taste 
her before he broke her virgin hymen. He lay her on the 
bed, and buried his face between her legs, caressing her 
thighs as he licked her sweet unviolated snatch. He 
found her clit and treated Tammi to a mind-shattering 
orgasm with his tongue and lips.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed as she climaxed and gushed 
virgin cunt juice into Anthony's mouth. Anthony licked 
it all up and kept tonguing her hot box until she came 
again. Then, he moved up on the bed, massive cock ready 
to take his first virgin. Tammi's hymen was intact, but 
she wanted Anthony to give her one big hard stroke and 
break inside as fast as he could. "God, put it in me 
really hard and quick," she commanded as she pulled him 
on top of her. "Put it in me!"

"Here's your first cock, you hot sexy bitch," Anthony 
declared as he stabbed it with one violent stroke into 
her soaking hot virgin cunt. It plunged all the way up 
Tammi's snatch, breaking her hymen with ease and very 
little pain. "YES!!" 

Tammi winced. But soon, pleasure washed over her and she 
began meeting Anthony's every thrust with wild bucking 
hips. "Oooooooooo, give it to me so damn hard, you 
bastard!" she cried out. "God. don't ever fucking stop!" 
She erupted into an almost maniacal laughter as more 
orgasms overtook her, shattering her mind with 
unbelievable pleasure. "Give it to me! Give it to me! 
Oh, god, that's it! Fuck me, Anthony! Shoot it in me! 
Shoot all your hot love inside me!"

"I'm gonna give you a baby for your wedding present, you 
hot sexy bitch!" Anthony groaned as his balls boiled 
with purpose. He was taking Tammi's virginity and now he 
was going to put a baby in her belly before anyone else 
would ever get the chance. He was in lust heaven, and 
the sensation of a powerful and invincible climax took 
over. "Uhhhhhhhhhh, gawd, it's babytime, Tammi, you hot 
sexy bitch!"

"Christ, do it! DO IT! Give it to me! Fill me up with 
your baby!! DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Tammi 
moaned, bucking her generous hips with crazed abandon 
and digging deep scratches into Anthony's back, as blast 
after blast of hot fertile babyjuice coated the inside 
of Tammi's virgin womb.

*** 

Anthony's harem continued to grow throughout the year, 
as wife after wife fell under Anthony's spell and ended 
up with baby-filled bellies. And not a single one of 
their husbands was ever the wiser. They all thought the 
babies were theirs – and that's the way every wife 
wanted it. 

Summer was drawing to a close, and Anthony would spend 
most of his lazy summer days visiting his harem one-by-
one, rubbing their expanding bellies, kissing, and 
always receiving eager blowjobs from his purloined 
women, now numbering close to a dozen. 

This morning was the final day of summer and it found 
Anthony down at the high school, where Mrs. Molly 
Winslow was preparing her classroom for the new school 
year beginning tomorrow. Anthony popped in while she was 
sitting at her desk, readying her study guide for the 
year. 

Mrs. Winslow glanced up and saw her lover, now just days 
away from his 17th birthday, and rose from behind her 
desk, revealing a massive belly more than seven months 
along, barely covered by the extra-large white blouse. 

Without words, they embraced, kissing, then Mrs. Winslow 
unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her immense milk-
swollen breasts and her naked belly. Anthony rubbed her 
belly, licked and sucked on her gumdrop-sized nipples, 
and then allowed Mrs. Winslow to unzip his jeans. 

"Oooooh..." she sighed as she was greeted by Anthony's 
huge throbbing babymaking cock. She caressed it with 
both hands, then dropped to her knees and started madly 
licking the thick shaft, overcome by the increased 
hormones coursing through her blood. Anthony closed his 
eyes and let his head roll back as pleasure radiated 
through his young body.

And, then – surprise! Mrs. Babette Evans emerged from 
Mrs. Winslow's office in the back of the classroom, her 
belly not quite has swollen as Molly's, but pretty damn 
close. Mrs. Evans had already disrobed, and she 
approached the erotic tableau near Mrs. Winslow's desk. 
Anthony smiled and he and Babette kissed passionately 
while Mrs. Winslow continued to minister to Anthony's 
massive babymaker. Babette's tongue danced with 
Anthony's, as they frenched long and passionately. 

"Thank you for my baby, Anthony," she finally whispered 
into his ear as she came around and embraced him from 
behind, pressing her bountiful belly against the small 
of his back. "I want you to give me another one after 
Christmas this year, so you better have LOTS of that hot 
stuff for me." She giggled as she nibbled on his 
earlobe. 

With Mrs. Winslow sucking and licking his cock the whole 
time, Babette Evans' offer sent him over the edge, and 
with a low groan, he shot a big hot load down Molly's 
throat, which she greedily gobbled up. "MMmmmmmmmmm, she 
purred as she milked every last drop onto her tongue. 
"Soooooooo good." 

*** 

Anthony arrived home late in the afternoon. Near the 
front door, he was surprised to see Mrs. Jodee Templeton 
and his mom, Stacy Bershawz, conversing. Mrs. Bershawz 
was admiring Mrs. Templeton's baby-filled belly (which, 
of course, was the handiwork of Anthony and his colossal 
babymaker) and both women were smiling and laughing. 
Well, that's a good sign, thought Anthony. But he 
wondered just how much his mom knew about his harem (not 
that he was ever trying to hide it from his mom. He 
loved her and they had a terrific mother/son 
relationship. Someday, he was going to tell her 
everything.)

"Well, there's my son the stud," Stacy Bershawz said 
slyly. She returned to her friend Jodee's belly, patting 
it with admiration. "It looks like you've been a very 
busy, very naughty boy." 

Mrs. Templeton smiled at Anthony. "It's our little 
secret. Mr. Templeton still thinks it's his."

"And I've spoken with Scott's mom, too." (That would be 
Beth Reynolds, Wife #1). "She told me her beautiful 
newborn daughter is also yours." Mrs. Bershawz opened 
the front door and smiled broadly, indicating to Anthony 
that she was a very proud mom. And perhaps maybe even 
somewhat envious? "Why don't we go inside the house and 
you can tell me all about what you've been doing this 
past year."

Anthony smiled and felt stirrings in his jeans. His cock 
began tingling as he dared himself to imagine that he 
might be about to broach the most exciting of all sexual 
taboos. Both Mrs. Bershawz and Mrs. Templeton stole 
glances at Anthony's impressive bulge and must've seen 
his cock awakening. Jodee Templeton gave her friend 
Stacy Bershawz a knowing grin and kissed Anthony on the 
lips while giving his crotch a quick squeeze. "We'll 
talk soon, Anthony. Thank you so much for my baby." 

Anthony turned and saw his mom still holding the door 
open for him. "Well, c'mon, Honey. Let's go inside. 
We've got some things to discuss."

Stacy Bershawz was 46 years old, but her body was rock 
solid. She had deep olive skin, waves of long dark brown 
hair and magnificent mesmerizing eyes that were nearly 
pools of black, they were so dark brown. Her boobs were 
D-cup and her hips matched her bust in perfect 
proportion. Today, on the last day of summer, she was 
wearing jean cutoffs and a black bikini top, barely 
holding in her big juicy boobs. Man, Mom's looking good, 
Anthony thought to himself as he followed her inside. 

And, surprise! Just inside the front door, in the foyer, 
stood both of Anthony's aunts – Aunt Tina and Aunt 
Kelli. They were his mom's younger sisters, aged 39 and 
37, respectively, and both were dressed similarly to his 
mom. They must've all been sunbathing by the pool before 
Anthony got home. All three sisters were mostly Italian, 
sharing the maiden name of Petrocelli. They had been 
married for years, but only Stacy, Anthony's mom, had 
children – namely, him.

Anthony's two aunts lived just outside Westchester, in 
Abbotville, so they visited often. He loved hanging out 
with them, because they were cool. But he always did 
think both Aunt Tina and Aunt Kelli were pretty hot, 
too. Like his mom, they were olive-skinned and full-
figured, and they loved to show off their curves. Now, 
as they both gave him a hello hug, he noticed how nice 
they smelled and how sexy they actually were. And, like 
every other married women in Westchester, they now 
seemed to have an uncontrollable and highly erotic 
interest in him.

"Hey, Anthony," Aunt Tina smiled as she embraced her 
robust nephew, "you've become such a handsome young 
man." She broke the embrace and took his hands in hers. 
"And from I hear from your mom, you've become quite the 
neighborhood stud."

Anthony blushed just a bit, but only because this was 
new and kind of exciting. What exactly was going to 
happen here? 

"Yeah, sounds like our nephew knows his way around a 
woman," Aunt Kelli smiled as she leaned in for a hug. 
"So tell us, Anthony – is Stacy telling us the truth? 
You've been giving babies to some of the ladies in 
town?"

Anthony grin grew as he enjoyed the way his mom and 
aunts were fussing over him and his sexual prowess. He 
decided to come clean with them. "Lots of babies, Aunt 
Kelli. A whole lotta babies," he said proudly.

The three sisters all exchanged curious glances. 
Anthony's mom moved closer and now Anthony was 
surrounded by three hot women in cutoff shorts and 
bikini tops. "Anthony, just exactly how many babies have 
you made?" 

The young man smiled broadly. "At least 11 by my last 
count." 

Mrs. Bershawz – Stacy – then thought this was the time 
to chastize her son. "So you think you have yourself a 
pretty impressive harem there, don't you? Nearly a dozen 
wives you've stolen from men all over Westchester. But 
is it REALLY a harem, Anthony?"

Anthony was knocked a bit off kilter. "Huh? Well, yeah, 
I've stolen 11 wives and made babies with them all. My 
harem."

"Now, Anthony, think about it," Aunt Tina chimed in. "If 
you have a harem, shouldn't they all be under one roof, 
and always be there for you to impregnate over and over 
again?" 

"And to also be there to take care of you morning, noon 
and night, in or out of bed?" Aunt Kelli added.

Anthony smiled. "Well, yeah, that'd be really cool. I'd 
like that a lot."

Stacy moved in and took her son into a full passionate 
embrace. "I think it's about time that we establish a 
brand-new, fully functioning harem, right here in this 
house, Anthony. An incestuous harem with all three of us 
as your loving concubines, ready and willing to 
fornicate and breed with you, anytime you want any of 
us." 

Anthony, for all his attempts at being the master in 
control, now found his head swimming and his legs 
weakening. A real harem, with 3 hot sexy married women 
who also happened to be his mom and his aunts? 
Incestuous babymaking? My god, is there even a taboo to 
break that is more profound than that one? 

"What about Dad?" Anthony asked, referring to Mr. 
Bershawz, a successful executive who was often away on 
business trips, but by no means always absent. 

Stacy planted a kiss on her son's cheek. "He'll never 
find out. We'll just have to move our harem to the 
vacation cottage at the beach whenever your father's 
coming home. It'll be fun to change the scenery. And I 
love the new beds we bought for the cottage! But before 
you get any of us in those beds you're gonna first have 
to take us as your wives."

Anthony was truly confused. "What do you mean, Mom?" 

Stacy broke their embrace and took her son's hand. 
"C'mon, let's go downstairs to the den and you'll see."

All three of the sisters led the way, glancing back at 
Anthony, smiling and giggling like schoolgirls. As they 
entered the downstairs den, Anthony was greeted by what 
appeared to be a makeshift altar, replete with dozens 
and dozens of fragrant roses. And off to the side, 
hanging from closet pole, were three wedding dresses. 
"Those are all of our original wedding dresses, 
Anthony," Aunt Kelli explained. Mine, and Tina's and 
Stacy's. We're going to put them on and you're going to 
marry us, one by one." 

"Wow," was all Anthony could manage as he felt his cock 
just about explode out of his jeans as it filled with 
pulsing sexblood. Aunt Tina came over and undid 
Anthony's jeans, pulling them down and releasing his 
massive 8 inches of babymaking manroot. "Ooooooooo, my 
goodness, Anthony, look at that big rod and those huge 
nuts full of what I want in my womb tonight." She 
reached down and caressed her nephew's swollen balls 
with a tenderness that almost made Anthony cry with love 
for his beautiful babyless aunt. 

"I wanna marry you first, Aunt Tina." 

Aunt Tina continued to caress her nephew's balls, but 
coo'd like a teenage girl. "Ohhh, goody! I'm first! She 
kissed Anthony's lips and then walked over to her 
wedding dress, taking it from the closet pole and 
disappearing into the guest bedroom to put it on. 

While Aunt Tina got ready to be Anthony's first incest 
bride, Aunt Kelli came over, dropped to her knees and 
took her nephew's massive tool into her mouth, keeping 
him hard and happy while her sister Stacy took her place 
on the altar to conduct the ceremony. Anthony moaned 
quietly as his aunt's tongue played with his cock head. 
He was rockhard and wouldn't be losing this erection 
anytime soon. 

Aunt Tina emerged from the guest bedroom, resplendent in 
the wedding dress she hadn't worn for nearly 10 years. 
She smiled at Anthony, still sporting his massive 
erection, and then took his arm and led him to Stacy's 
altar. She'd removed the wedding band her "real" husband 
gave her a decade ago and, thus, now had a naked ring 
finger. That's wasn't a problem, as Anthony's mom had 
this covered. "Here, Anthony," she said, giving him a 
small but very stunning diamond wedding band. "Give this 
to Tina at the appropriate time." She smiled at her son 
and gave him an air kiss. "I have rings for you to give 
all of us, Honey."

Aunt Tina and Anthony stood before the marriage altar as 
a couple. Only Aunt Tina decided it would be fun to 
caress her nephew's cock while Stacy conducted the 
ceremony. In a perverse way, it made complete sense. 

"Do you, Anthony, my beautiful stud of a son, take Tina, 
your aunt, as your harem wife?" 

"Hell, yeah, of course I do," Anthony exclaimed. 
Everyone broke up laughing at that one.

"Anthony!" Stacy admonished her son. But she couldn't 
help but giggle.

"I do, Aunt Tina. I mean, Tina." 

"And do you, Tina Petrocelli, take my stud of a son as 
your harem husband?"

"Goddamn right I do!" Aunt Tina said, echoing her 
nephew. She gave his massive tool a good couple of wanks 
as an exclamation point. "'Cause he's gonna give me a 
baby, and probably more orgasms in a single night than 
my limp-dick other husband gives me in a year."

"So much for decorum," Stacy frowned, but she could 
barely contain her laughter.

 Anthony and Aunt Tina were already absorbed into each 
others' orbs and the world had begun to blur around the 
edges as they were already kissing and getting all 
aroused even before Stacy finished the ceremony. Anthony 
was rubbing his massive throbbing cock against the 
crotch of Aunt Tina's wedding dress, leaving streaks of 
pre-cum on the delicate fabric. 

"I now pronounce you harem wife and harem husband. Put 
the ring on her finger, Anthony."

"Here, Tina," Anthony said softly as the ring slipped 
onto the finger previously occupied by another man's 
wedding band. 

"Now, take your first new harem wife up to the Master 
Bedroom and do your husbandly duty, Anthony," his mom 
commanded. Aunt Kelli and Stacy then broke out in 
applause as Aunt Tina leapt into her nephew's arms so he 
could carry her upstairs to their wedding bed. 

Aunt Tina cuddled up and kissed Anthony as he started 
for the first set of stairs. "I'll be waiting for you, 
Anthony," Aunt Kelli called behind them. "I'm next, 
Sweetheart."

"Oooooh, hurry up and get me to the bed," Aunt Tina 
purred.

"I'm hurrying," Anthony laughed. He carried her into the 
Master Bedroom and deposited her on the edge of what 
he'd only previously known as his Mom and Dad's bed. 
Now, at least for the month that his dad was away on 
business, it was his bed. And he was about to fuck his 
hot fertile aunt on it. 

Aunt Tina stood up and shed the wedding dress from her 
shoulders, letting it cascade around her ankles. 
Beneath, she was wearing only little black lace panties. 
She stepped forward and came to Anthony, who had just 
removed all his clothes, his babymaker full and hard. 
"So how about it?" Tina asked seductively as she slowly 
wrapped her arms around her nephew, drawing their chests 
together. "Are you ready for your first night of 
passionate, hot, filthy incest with me?"

"God, yeah, Tina," Anthony smiled. "And I'm gonna put a 
baby in your belly tonight."

"Mmmm, I know, I can't wait for you to," Tina purred as 
they began kissing. Anthony rubbed his immense rod up 
and down the soaked crotch of his aunt's panties. She 
responded by rubbing her hot mound against his cock, and 
the incestuous fire was lit. Anthony slipped his aunt's 
panties off and she crawled onto the bed on all fours. 
"Give it to me good, stud."

Anthony positioned himself behind his aunt and drove his 
hot thick meat all the way up into her hot cunt. "Uhhh, 
gawd, you're so fucking tight, Tina!" he cried out.

Aunt Tina arched her back and moaned. "Ohhh, Anthony! 
Fuck that huge thing in me!" She moved her hips back and 
forth to meet every one of her nephew's incestuous 
thrusts. Anthony couldn't believe how turned on he was 
right now, having incredibly hot incest with his 
gorgeous aunt. And knowing his other aunt and his mom 
were going to be following right behind. Holy shit, 
Anthony thought, he had a real harem now. 

Aunt Tina was already climaxing from Anthony's huge cock 
rubbing her clit perfectly. "Ohhh, don't stop! I'm 
cumming so good!" She and Anthony increased their pace 
and Tina's love tunnel was gushing cunt juice like crazy 
as she had one orgasm, then another. 

Anthony wanted his first incest tryst to last forever, 
but his excitement was off the charts. "Uhhh, gawd, 
Tina, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna give you a baby! I'm 
gonna give my aunt a baby! Uhhhh...." And with that, 
Anthony's immense babymaker started spewing long, hot 
ropes of incestuous babyjuice deep into his aunt's 
belly. 

"Ooooh, do it, Anthony! Make a baby in me! Do it! 
Ooooh..." and she shivered and screamed with insane 
pleasure as Anthony kept pumping his hot seed into her 
incestuous baby hole. "Oh, christ! I'm still cumming! 
Keep pumping that hot stuff in me! Ahhh!"

And then they completely lost control of their legs and 
collapsed onto the bed, completely spent and completely 
breathless. 

After a few minutes, Anthony's cock started softening, 
and he rolled onto his back. Aunt Tina pulled the covers 
up over their glistening blushed bodies and they fell 
into a post-babymaking embrace. "Mmmmmmm, we're gonna 
have a lot of fun making a baby, aren't we?" Tina coo'd 
as they kissed. "You are sooo good with that cock of 
yours, much better than Phil. You know, the guy who you 
stole me from." She giggled and placed her hand to 
Anthony's cheek in a gentle caress. "My goodness, if he 
ever found out I was spending all my free time over at 
Stacy's, committing incest with our 17 year-old nephew, 
he'd kill us all."

Anthony smiled and put a finger to his lips. "Shhh!" 
They both broke up laughing. 

"Mmmm, I wanna stay in bed and commit incest with you 
all night," Tina continued, "but I think there are two 
other members of your harem waiting for you downstairs, 
Honey." She gave him one more kiss and reached down 
under the covers to caress his balls. "But I'm gonna 
want you to put your cum in me a lot. It's sooo fun and 
I want to have your baby sooo bad, Sweetheart."

Anthony got dressed in some fresh low-cut briefs and a 
new pair of jeans, while Aunt Tina straightened out the 
bed. "I'm gonna set up in one of the guest bedrooms, 
Honey," she told her nephew. "I hope you come pay me a 
visit late in the night if you just can't sleep." She 
winked, and with a wiggle of her big round butt, she 
disappeared down the hall. 

About a half-hour later, everyone was back in the 
downstairs den. Now, it was Aunt Kelli's turn to become 
Anthony's next incest bride. She was already in her 
wedding dress and Stacy conducted their marriage. This 
time, Aunt Kelli sealed the marriage not with a kiss, 
but when she dropped to her knees and took her nephew's 
massive cock into her mouth. 

"Uhh, gawd, Kelli, that feels so good, I think you're 
gonna make me cum." Aunt Kelli stopped, smiled at 
Anthony and then took him by his rock hard cock, leading 
him toward the downstairs guest bedroom. "Well, then 
there's no time to get upstairs. Let's go in here and 
fuck." 

Anthony shut the door behind him and watched his aunt 
quickly doff her wedding gown. He followed her, 
undressing the rest of the way as fast as he could. He 
could barely contain himself. And Kelli was so horny 
that she didn't even take off her pastel blue panties 
before she leapt into her nephew's arms and grinded her 
dripping pussy down on his rod. Anthony probed and 
rammed himself into his aunt's pussy, overcome with 
lust, but the panties held firm, and his huge knob 
entered her love-hole only to be stopped by the fabric. 

"Oh, christ, Anthony! Get it in me NOW," she screamed. 
"I'm so goddamn horny. You better fuck me before I lose 
my mind!" 

Anthony tossed her onto the guest room bed and pulled 
her drenched panties off, tossing the sopping mess onto 
the carpet. He jumped between Kelli's legs, stabbed his 
throbbing tool deep into her cunt and started fucking 
her madly. 

"OH! OH! OH! OH! YEAH, THAT'S IT! FUCK ME!" she 
squealed. She wrapped her legs, her arms, tight around 
Anthony and almost seemed to be trying to buck him off 
like a wild horse as he kept plowing her with his mighty 
sword. "God, YES! YES! YES! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" 
Her fingernails dug deep rivulets into Anthony's back, 
almost drawing blood she was overcome with lust. 

As Aunt Kelli climaxed, Anthony felt his orgasm 
approaching fast. "I'm cumming, too, Kelli!" he cried 
out. "I'm gonna shoot all my hot stuff in you!"

"God, YES! DO IT, ANTHONY!" Kelli cried out. "Get me 
pregnant! RIGHT NOW!"

And, with that, both lovers reached a mutual climax, as 
Anthony unloaded glob after glob of hot incestuous 
babyjuice deep into Kelli's fertile womb.

As they recovered from their intense encounter, all 
Anthony could say was, "Wow."

"Wow," Aunt Kelli echoed. "Oh, Anthony, you're the best 
lover I've ever had." She kissed him with passion, but 
also with a genuine affection. "I'm happy with my new 
husband. We're gonna have so much fun together in bed. 
I'm gonna get you every chance I get, you big handsome 
stud." With that, Aunt Kelli violated whatever "rules" 
had been established by climbing up onto her nephew and 
straddling him. She rocked back and forth on him and 
leaned down to rub her big juicy tits on his chest. 

"C'mon, Honey, put it in me one more time," she begged. 
She peppered him with kisses while she continued to rock 
side to side and press her boobs into Anthony's chest. 
Anthony responded promptly, his erection returning 
quickly. "Ooooh, that's it!" she coo'd. She reached back 
and guided her nephew's slick hot meat back inside her 
love box and proceeded to ride him with long slow 
strokes. "Gonna make it last and feel sooo good," she 
sighed. 

They made incestuous babylove for another 15 minutes, 
until both lovers reached mutual orgasm once again. It 
was less frenzied this time, with each of them quietly 
moaning as they climaxed. Anthony pumped another hot 
load of babyjuice into his aunt. God, I can't believe 
how good that feels, Anthony thought to himself as he 
finished unloading into her. 

Aunt Kelli claimed that bedroom as hers for whenever she 
stayed the night. She planned to decorate it, just as 
Aunt Tina planned to do with her room upstairs. The 
harem was setting up shop, it appeared. 

*** 

The sun was setting over Westchester, but there was time 
for one more wedding. And, symbolically, it was the most 
important one yet. Anthony was about to marry his 
mother. She was about to become his third and final 
incest bride, and the greatest taboo was about to be 
shattered. 

Once more, in the downstairs den, the harem had 
gathered. Stacy Bershawz was in her wedding dress for 
the first time in 17 years. She'd reverted to her maiden 
name, just as her sisters had, and she'd also removed 
her wedding band as her sisters had done with theirs, to 
have it soon replaced by Anthony's ring. 

Taking her place next to her son, Stacy Petrocelli 
actually found that she was nervous – yes, it could be 
said that she was a blushing bride. Both of Anthony's 
freshly-fucked aunts performed the ceremony this time.

"Anthony, do you take Stacy Petrocelli, your radiant 
mother and our older sister, as your incest bride?" 

Anthony looked to his mom and nodded. "I want to share 
your bed, Mom."

"Good," Stacy responded. "Because I'm gonna be the 
alpha-wife in our little harem, so you and me will share 
the Master Bedroom at the end of every night."

"And, Stacy Petrocelli, do you take your son, Anthony to 
be your harem husband, to put a beautiful baby in your 
womb?" 

"Oh, I do." Stacy smiled at her son and reached down to 
caress the growing bulge in his jeans. "I'm 46 years 
old, so we're gonna have to work really, really hard and 
make love day and night, but with a little luck, I sure 
hope I can have your baby, Anthony." 

"Me, too, Mom."

"Call me Stacy, Anthony. Except when your father's 
around."

Anthony and Stacy headed upstairs to their bedroom to 
begin their incestuous journey. 

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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