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The Wives of Westchester 2: All In The Family
by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com)
REVISED VERSION

***

This is a continuation of "The Wives of Westchester Are 
His Harem", and it picks up right where that story 
ended. Anthony Bershawz has formed an incestuous harem 
with his mother and two aunts, and they've just 
completed the final symbolic marriage, making Anthony's 
mom Stacy and his aunts Tina and Kelli his harem wives. 
However, when he later goes on a roadtrip to nearby 
Abbottville, the three sisters' childhood home, Anthony 
discovers that perhaps his harem needn't be so insular. 
(mF, inc-mother/son, aunt/nephew, grandmother/grandson, 
cousins, cheat, cons, ws, anal, preg)
 
***

All in the Family 

Anthony carried his mother Stacy upstairs to the Master 
Bedroom, which would now be theirs to share whenever 
Anthony's father was out of town on business (which, 
thankfully, was at least 300 days a year). They were 
about to finally consummate their incestuous union, and 
both were boiling with excitement. 

Anthony kissed his mom as they reached the top of the 
last staircase and made their way down the hall to the 
bedroom. He had never been so turned on in his life, 
even after all of the erotic adventures he'd experienced 
in the past year. He was about to deflower his own 
willing mother, and do his damnest to put a baby in her 
lovely 46 year-old belly. 

Stacy smiled as Anthony crossed the threshold of the 
Master Bedroom and set her on the edge of the king-sized 
brass framed bed. She undid the bow in her hair, 
allowing the thick dark brown mane to cascade down her 
back. She then pulled the bow holding her strapless 
wedding dress secure, allowing it to fall to her waist. 
Anthony joined her and undressed her the rest of the 
way, revealing Stacy's bare breasts, her nipples large 
and erect. She blushed coyly as she stepped free from 
the constraints of clothing, now only clad in sexy pink 
panties. Her full pubic bush, neatly trimmed, was 
visible thru the translucent fabric. 

Stacy then returned the favor, unzipping her son's jeans 
and bringing them to his ankles. His cock, massive, 
erect and throbbing within his sexy low-cut briefs, 
caused her to almost gasp, but in a very pleased manner. 
She kissed his manroot through the underwear and sighed, 
"My heavens, Anthony, I never knew you were so well-
hung. That's gonna feel so nice inside me, Sweetheart."

Anthony pulled off his shirt and the two soon-to-be-
lovers embraced as they stood beside the bed. "It's your 
17th birthday tonight, just past midnight, but I thought 
I might give you your present a little early." She 
kissed her son very passionately, and he returned the 
passion.

"You're so hot, Stacy," Anthony whispered after they 
kissed for a bit. Man, that felt so good, calling his 
mom by her first name. He really thought of her as his 
lover, and he hadn't even taken her incest cherry yet. 
He caressed his mom's full, juicy knobs, rubbing the 
gumdrop-sized nipples between his fingers, bringing 
Stacy's arousal level even higher than it already was.

"My god, Anthony, how did you get so damned talented?" 
Stacy sighed with pleasure. "Why don't we get into bed 
and you can show me how much you love me?" Stacy sat 
back onto the bed's edge and then scooted up so she 
could lie her head down on the pillow. Anthony followed 
his mom onto the bed and they both crawled under the 
fresh, soft sheets. They embraced again, kissing and 
cuddling. Stacy reached down and pulled her son's huge 
cock from his underwear and purred as she rubbed it. 
Whispering in his ear, she said, "I'm getting so wet 
right now, Honey. That's a good sign for babymaking. So 
you wanna breed with me now, Sweetheart?"

The tone of his mother's voice was so loving and, yet, 
she was talking about them committing such a delicious 
sin. Anthony's mind was spinning, as if he was high on 
some powerful drug. And, in a way, he was. Certainly, 
endorphins were coursing through his blood, flooding his 
brain and his balls with joy. 

"Yeah, Stacy – I wanna put a beautiful baby in your 
belly tonight." With that, he moved between his mother's 
legs, pulled down her moist pink panties and slowly sunk 
his huge thick babymaker deep into her steaming-hot 
pussy. They both let out a loud, simultaneous moan from 
the intense pleasure they both felt. The ultimate taboo 
had finally been violated, and it brought them nothing 
but immense joy.

 "Oh, Anthony!" Stacy sighed, hugging her son closer and 
then joining him in a deep french kiss as they slowly 
made babylove. As much as each lover was full of heart-
pounding carnal hunger, for some reason this first 
incestuous union was more tender and loving than crazed 
and lustful. But that was certain to follow soon, no 
doubt. For now, here were mother and son, already in 
love, now mating and breeding and transforming into 
something beyond imagination. 

As measured and mellow as their lovemaking was, the 
sexual sensations were there, building in their bodies 
and their brains. Anthony's massive cock slowly stroked 
Stacy's clit magnificently, giving her many lengthy 
climaxes, and her slippery but exquisitely tight cunt 
returned incredible excitations right back to him. 

 Finally, after hours of lovemaking, as the grandfather 
clock downstairs in the dining room began to chime 
midnight, Anthony felt the babyjuice boiling in his 
nuts. His breathing became heavier as a mind-blowing 
orgasm began to build in him. Stacy was just recovering 
from one of her many climaxes of the night, her face 
flushed and glistening. She smiled and whispered, 
"Mmmmmm... are you having fun breeding with me? Is my 
handsome stud gonna cum now? Oooooo, do it, Anthony, 
give me my baby, make it feel sooooo good, Sweetheart." 

Stacy began to buck her hips faster and harder, coaxing 
her son to join her. Anthony followed his mom's prompts, 
increasing his speed and sliding his rockhard boner 
deeper and deeper toward his mom's wanting womb. 
"Ohhhhhhh, that's it! That's it!! Give it to me! Give me 
every drop of that hot stuff in your big beautiful 
balls!"

"Uhhhhh, gawwwd, oh, my gawd, Stacy! I'm putting a baby 
in you! I'm putting a baby in you right now!" Anthony 
screamed, as he began shooting big powerful ropes of hot 
babyjuice deep inside his mother's warm, wet baby hole, 
splashing his potent seed all over the yearning walls of 
her womb. His swollen balls pumped jet after jet of that 
hot stuff, and Stacy pulled Anthony tight against her as 
another climax rolled through her. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, christ, I'm cumming so hard! Uhhhhhhhhhh..."

And as the very last drop of babyjuice shot into his 
mother's womb, Anthony collapsed on top of her, 
completely spent. Both mother and son were breathless 
and completely sexually satisfied, their bodies and 
their minds all but tapped out.

"Happy Birthday, lover," Stacy smiled as she gave 
Anthony a tender kiss on his cheek. They drifted off to 
sleep in what was now their shared bed.

***

The next morning, Anthony was supposed to begin his 
junior year at Westchester High, but Stacy decided that 
their new harem needed some more bonding time together. 
>From her side of the bed, she called in Anthony's 
absence for the entire first week of classes. Finishing 
the phone call, she tossed her cell phone on the 
nightstand and turned to embrace her waking son.

This time their lovemaking was more impassioned and 
frenzied as their mutual concupiscence overtook them. 
"Wanna screw me really good this morning, Sweetheart?" 
Stacy asked her son mischieviously. Anthony nodded and 
broke out in big devilish smile as he mounted his mother 
swiftly, slamming his massive hard-on into her yearning 
cunt. 

"Ahhhhhhh, that's it, stud!" Stacy encouraged him, 
"Screw me good!" 

Anthony worked his throbbing pole in and out of his 
mom's warm, wet cunt, bringing both of them to climaxes 
quickly. 

"Screw me hard and knock me up good! Oooooooo..." Stacy 
shouted as she writhed and wiggled.

"Uhhhhh, gawwwd, Stacy, you're soooo fucking hot!!" 
Anthony groaned as he sent a fresh hot load of babyjuice 
into his mother's waiting womb. 

Stacy and her son kissed in the afterglow, then she 
pulled him out of bed and into the Master Bedroom's 
bathroom. "I'm sure both of us have to pee really bad," 
Stacy said. She stepped into the bathtub and pulled 
Anthony in with her. "Let's pee on each other, 
Sweetheart. It'll be soooo much fun!" 

Anthony's smile grew wide. "Wow, that's so kinky!" he 
exclaimed. "Let me go first, though, because if you pee 
on me first, I'll get so goddamn hard that I'll never be 
able to do it to you." 

Stacy laughed and nodded. "You're probably right." She 
slipped down onto the porcelain floor of the tub and 
reclined, as if she were relaxing in a bathful of suds. 

Anthony stood between his mom's slightly spread legs, 
took his massive snake in his right hand and started a 
thick, powerful yellow stream of piss almost 
immediately. It splashed on her chest at first, but then 
Stacy moved her face toward the stream and opened her 
mouth. Anthony laughed and aimed upward a bit, sending 
the warm stream of piss right where she wanted it. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Stacy purred, letting the warm salty fluid 
slosh around her tongue and then run out of the corners 
of her mouth and down her ample bosom. Anthony squeezed 
his muscles hard and kept the stream going for a little 
longer, but then it slowly reduced to a trickle, the 
last drops falling on Stacy's freshly-fucked cunt. 

"Yummy," Stacy giggled, rubbing the piss into her boobs 
and all over her flat stomach. Then, she rose up. "My 
turn!" she shouted like an excited little girl. Anthony 
slipped down to take his mother's place and Stacy, 
instead of standing, straddled the bathtub, placing a 
knee on either side of Anthony's recumbent body. Anthony 
laughed and slid down further, so his mouth was right 
where he expected his mother's piss to land. "I'm gonna 
pee on you now," she said, and she let it flow. 

"Pee in my mouth, Stacy!" Anthony begged, extending his 
tongue and trying to catch the stream as it started its 
journey. "I wanna taste it!"

"Wooooooooooo!" Stacy cheered, as she sent the steady 
stream of piss directly onto her son's eager tongue. 
And, as Anthony had predicted, his cock twitched and 
throbbed as it grew fully erect with renewed sexual 
excitement. 

Stacy finished peeing and then reached over to turn on 
the shower. "Well, look at you, you naughty boy! Let's 
get rinsed off and then maybe you can show me what 
you're gonna do with this," she teased, as she took a 
hold of her son's fully-engorged cock. 

They quickly washed the pee off each other, then hopped 
out of the tub and dried each other rather haphazardly – 
in truth, each was suddenly overcome with unyielding 
lust and all they wanted to do was get back to bed and 
fuck. Anthony dried his mother's tits, then dropped the 
towel. Stacy ran a towel over her son's wet hair and 
chest, but his massive rod was making the job difficult. 
She laughed, threw the towel on the bathroom floor and 
grabbed her son's cock, leading him out of the bathroom. 
"Let's get back to business, baby," she commanded, 
pulling him back to their bed.

Crawling onto the disarrayed sheets and blankets, Stacy 
wiggled her big round butt as an invitation to her son. 
Glancing back over her shoulder, she said seductively, 
"Come give it to me good and hard, Honey."

Anthony was already on the bed, moving right behind her 
sexy rear end. He spread her juicy nether cheeks with 
each hand and plunged his tongue deep into his mother's 
tangy puckerhole, sending her immediately into a radiant 
pleasure she'd never experienced before. "Oh, my christ, 
Anthony!" she exclaimed. "That feels so damn good! Lick 
my ass, baby!" Anthony complied, licking her puckerhole 
and then running his tongue up the cleft of Stacy's ass 
over and over. Stacy fingered herself and was soon 
climaxing.

 Anthony moved up, kneeling behind his mom and swiftly 
sliding his pulsing hard meat into her soaking wet 
pussy. They both moaned with pleasure and Anthony fucked 
her faster and faster until he exploded into her again 
and again. 

They fell back together onto the bed and kissed some 
more before Anthony got up and headed downstairs to see 
the rest of his new harem, namely Aunt Tina and Aunt 
Kelli. They were both in the kitchen, making breakfast 
for everyone. Each were dressed in shear tuli satin 
Victoria's Secret babydolls with matching thong panties. 
Aunt Tina smiled as Anthony entered the kitchen. "Well, 
it sounds like somebody had a pretty good morning so 
far." 

"I hope you saved some for me," Aunt Kelli added, as she 
she looked up from the orange juice squeezer. Anthony 
smiled and put an arm around each of his other harem 
wives. 

"We're gonna have all day together," Anthony assured his 
aunts. "And I have plenty for both of you."

***

And, after breakfast, with all three of the sisters 
sitting with Anthony around the kitchen table, each 
started flirting with their harem husband. As Stacy 
cleared away the dishes, Aunt Kelli came around and sat 
on her nephew's lap, snuggling up and hugging him. "What 
do you say to a little dessert downstairs in my 
bedroom?" she coo'd as she gave him a sensuous kiss. 

Anthony's cock stirred once again, and he couldn't 
imagine anything he wanted more than to breed with his 
Aunt Kelli again. "Let's go," he smiled. Kelli rose from 
her nephew's lap and sashayed toward the staircase. God, 
Aunt Kelli has such a nice butt, Anthony thought to 
himself. He obediently followed his hot horny aunt to 
her bedroom, playfully slapping her ample rump as they 
walked down the stairs. 

He couldn't believe how incredibly sexy his mom and both 
his aunts were, coupled with the fact that they all 
wanted to be impregnated by him. It filled him with such 
joy and confidence, being the master of his own 
incestuous harem. 

All day long, he was first in one aunt's bedroom, then 
the other aunt's bedroom, then back to the Master 
Bedroom to give his eager mom another hot load of 
fertile babyjuice. By sunset, Anthony's balls were empty 
and aching from so much dirty incestuous fun. Still, 
even as Stacy and Kelli and Tina fixed a late dinner for 
their harem husband, Anthony couldn't wait to finish 
eating and return to breeding with all three of them, 
again and again. 

The instinctual drive to fill all of their beautiful 
bellies with babies drove him to heights of fucking he 
never imagined would be possible. In the space of that 
first full day of the harem activity, Anthony figured he 
must've ejaculated 20 times or more into his harem 
wives. 

Remarkably, they all finally powered down for the night, 
relaxing on the living room couch, aunts cuddling on 
either side of their nephew, watching the Late Show, 
while Stacy drifted off, exhausted and satisfied, in the 
comfortable old recliner near the fireplace. 

Aunt Kelli was probably the naughtier of Anthony's two 
aunts, only because even as she claimed she couldn't 
take another fuck, she continued to play with her 
nephew's cock the entire time they all watched TV, and 
also whispered dirty things in his ear whenever the Late 
Show went to commercials. 

Anthony was sure he was completely spent, but as the 
Late Show wrapped up and he was getting ready to carry 
his already sleeping mom upstairs and put her to bed, 
Aunt Tina joined in the Late Night seduction. From the 
other side of the couch, Tina also caressed her nephew 
and whispered her own dirty things into his other ear, 
when she wasn't nibbling on his earlobe, that is. 

"C'mon, you big sexy stud," Aunt Tina teased as she ran 
her hand over his chest, "Why don't you take Kelli and 
me down to her bedroom and give us one more ride?"

Anthony's cock was absolutely sore and crucified, and 
there was no way he'd get another erection tonight. But 
he sure loved his aunts and wanted to satisfy them, so 
he reached across to his Aunt Tina, into her panties, 
and pushed a finger up her snatch. 

"How about we go downstairs and both of you ride on my 
face instead?"

Both aunts simultaneous went "oooooooooo!" prompting all 
three of them to crack up laughing. God, we have so much 
fun, Anthony thought. 

Anthony's aunts pulled their nephew up from the couch, 
leaving Stacy dozing away on the recliner. They made 
their way downstairs to Kelli's bedroom and everyone 
doffed what little clothes they had on. They all climbed 
onto Kelli's queen-sized bed and started kissing and 
hugging and groping. Anthony lay on his back and coaxed 
Aunt Kelli to squat on his face. He grabbed a hold of 
her wide childbearing hips and she pushed her dripping 
wet pussy into his hungry mouth. 

Anthony licked and slurped and sucked Kelli's pussy and 
she soon found herself reaching yet another climax, 
possibly her 30th of the day. While that was going on, 
Aunt Tina was licking Anthony's huge balls, just to give 
him some nice sensations while he satisfied her sister. 
Anthony even began to get just a little bit hard, which 
was surely a miracle of God, after the outrageously sex-
filled day he'd already had. 

After Kelli's orgasm, the two sisters traded places. 
Tina straddled her nephew's face now, and Kelli planted 
sweet tender kisses up and down Anthony's aching shaft. 
The bedroom was filled with soft moaning as everyone 
enjoyed the final moments of their wonderful day and 
night together. 

Leaving Aunt Kelli to drift off to sleep, Aunt Tina and 
Anthony went back upstairs and, after stopping to scoop 
up a totally dead-to-the-world Stacy, they proceeded up 
the final staircase and called it a night.

***

Anthony returned to school the next week, while Aunt 
Tina and Aunt Kelli temporarily returned to their homes 
in Abbottville, just to keep up appearances. Their 
husbands, like Anthony's own dad, were often away on 
business, so it had never been unusual for the sisters 
to spend long weekends at each others' homes. But since 
Anthony's dad was still in the middle of very long 
sojourn in Singapore, Anthony continued to occupy the 
Master Bedroom, mating with his mom as much as he could 
and also loving her as much as any husband has ever 
loved his wife.

 They spent countless hours just enjoying each other's 
company, and Stacy frequently tapped into the family 
bank account to take little weekend vacations out to the 
beach house and dine at the best restaurants in town. 
Since Anthony looked older than his 17 years, he was 
able to share a nice glass of red wine with his mom most 
evenings at these restaurants, and then retire to the 
family cottage to keep working on their baby. 

 Meanwhile, Anthony's first 11 concubines, spread 
throughout Westchester, began to have Anthony's babies. 
Beth Reynolds, Anthony's first purloined wife, already 
had her daughter back in June, but now his teachers Mrs. 
Winslow, Mrs. Evans and the once-virgin betrothed 
lifeguard Tammi Collins gave birth to sons and daughters 
just in the past few months. Seven more wives that 
Anthony had seduced and impregnated were also 
tantalizingly close to having his babies. 

All those conquests excited him, but when he got the 
news just before Thanksgiving that both Aunt Kelli and 
Aunt Tina were carrying his babies, he was over the 
moon. Now, if only he could somehow knock up his mom, 
life would be so beautiful and perfect.

***

As another year came to an end, Anthony's dad was 
finally done with most of his major contracts, meaning 
he'd be home a whole lot more over the next few months. 
That was going to be a huge impediment to Stacy and 
Anthony's attempts to breed and make a baby together. 
There was always the beach cottage, but Stacy actually 
had another idea.

 "Now that both my sisters are pregnant, why don't we 
spend Christmas and New Years in Abbottville?" Stacy 
proposed. "I'm sure my mom and your cousins would love 
to see you and me. We haven't been back there in a long 
time. And your grandma's so jazzed that Kelli and Tina 
are finally going to have babies."

"Does Grandma know...?" Anthony started to ask.

"No, silly," Stacy teased. "But I'll bet she'd loved to 
know the truth if you wanna tell her." 

***

Stacy and Anthony arrived in Abbottville late Friday 
night and were greeted at the door by Aunt Kelli, whose 
belly was by no means huge, but was definitely baby-
filled. Aunt Tina was soon at her sister's side, proudly 
showing off her own baby bump. Since the holidays had 
been a pretty hectic time in the Bershawz and Petrocelli 
households, this was the first time Anthony got to see 
his incestuous handiwork. 

"Wow, Kelli, Tina...." Anthony's voice trailed off as he 
stared first at one aunt's belly, then the other's. 

Aunt Kelli and Aunt Tina laughed. "We're having babies, 
Anthony, " Kelli smiled. She grabbed her nephew's hand 
and pulled him inside the Petrocelli house. Stacy joined 
in her sisters' laughter and followed her bemused son 
inside. 

It appeared that a good slice of the Petrocelli clan, 
minus the sisters' husbands, had gathered for this 
celebratory weekend. In addition to Kelli and Tina and 
Stacy, Anthony's Grandma Ellie was there, as was Grandpa 
Bill and the sisters' brother John and his wife Cheryl. 
John and Cheryl's twin daughters Monica and Ariel, both 
a few years older than Anthony, were also present. 
Anthony hadn't seen his two cousins in years, and both 
girls were absolutely gorgeous – it wouldn't be 
farfetched to imagine them winning a wet t-shirt contest 
or two on some beer-soaked college campus.

Everyone gathered at the communal buffet table in the 
dining room and loaded up their plates with Grandma 
Ellie's smorgasbord of Italian delights – eggplant 
parmesan, spaghetti with meatballs, Ellie's Hearty 
Salad, homemade bread sticks. Everyone laughed and 
talked and just had a typically jovial Italian evening, 
eating and enjoying each other's company. 

While Anthony spun up spaghetti onto his fork, he 
couldn't help but notice his cousins Monica and Ariel 
(and their mom Cheryl) stealing glances at him. He'd 
look up and catch them, and they'd all quickly look 
away, pretending they weren't checking him out. But 
after a few times, they didn't duck away anymore and 
instead smiled at Anthony when he gave them a big 
friendly grin. Anthony felt his cock tingling and 
throbbing, and he started to realize that his two foxy 
cousins and his uncle's wife were all drawn into the 
same magnetism that had snared him 14 wives thus far. 

But the real surprise was when Anthony brought his 
dishes into the kitchen and handed them to his grandma. 
"Anthony, Honey," Grandma Ellie purred. "Thank you for 
giving my daughters their babies." She leaned forward 
and kissed her grandson right on the lips. It was then 
that Anthony realized that even though Grandma Ellie was 
68 years old, she still looked stunning. And she knew! 
She knew everything!

Grandma Ellie seemed to read her grandson's mind. "Oh, 
Anthony – you know women. They're always telling their 
mama everything. I know what you've been up to, you 
handsome stud." She dried her hands off on a dishtowel 
and, after looking past the kitchen doorway to make sure 
Grandpa Bill wasn't able to see what was going on, she 
moved closer and spoke in a quiet, almost seductive 
tone. "To be honest, Honey, if you're interested, I'd 
sure like to give you a Christmas rodeo ride you'll 
never forget." She winked, her pretty brown eyes still 
full of fire and spark. She also gave Anthony a little 
floor show, shaking her wide hips as if she were about 
to do a striptease for her grandson. 

Anthony smiled and nodded. "I'd love to make you feel 
good, Grandma."

Grandma Ellie shook her head and moved closer, putting 
her hands on Anthony's hips. "That 'Grandma' stuff don't 
fly, Honey. Call me 'Ellie'. And meet me upstairs in my 
bedroom in 10 minutes." She gave her grandson an 
incredibly passionate kiss and Anthony felt his cock 
throbbing and swelling and nearly ready to explode out 
of his jeans. He nodded, and watched as Ellie went back 
out into the dining room to get everybody occupied with 
some rich Italian desserts and yet another network 
broadcast of "It's A Wonderful Life". 

***

Anthony stepped into Grandma Ellie's bedroom and was 
drawn back into the old world. The thick fusty drapes 
hanging from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The old 
ceramic figurines on the dresser. The handmade quilt on 
the bed. It was as quiet as a church in there, but he 
could hear, far in the background, the murmur of 
conversation and television downstairs. His cock was 
pounding in his jeans. He couldn't believe how excited 
he was. The anticipation of fucking his Grandma Ellie 
was unexpected, but so palpable. And when she finally 
entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her, he 
nearly lost his mind.

Ellie had changed into an incredibly tight black dress 
that wouldn't look out of place in an old Sophia Loren 
film. In fact, Ellie sort of looked like a late-in-life 
Sophia Loren – weathered and life-worn, but still 
crackling with sexual energy and smoking hot curves. She 
had a true hourglass figure – a very, very narrow waist, 
but incredibly broad hips and a very large bosom.

"Wow," was all Anthony could manage.

"Do I look all right, Anthony?" Ellie saw his expression 
and laughed a little. "Oh, goodie. I guess this old girl 
still has it." 

She embraced her grandson and gave him another 
passionate kiss. "Everyone's really into their cannolis 
and all that holiday nonsense on TV, so what do you say 
you get your pants off and let me see the big dick that 
my daughters keep bragging about?" 

Anthony soon regained his swagger and proudly unbuckled 
his jeans. Out emerged his throbbing cock, eager to give 
his grandma some holiday joy. 

"Goodness gracious, Honey," Ellie coo'd. "What side of 
the family did you get THAT from?" She moved in and 
lovingly stroked his massive rod with both of her aged 
hands. "My god, my twat is positively gushing right 
now," she said as she wiggled and gyrated her wide hips. 
"I was all ready to lube myself up with K-Y, but I don't 
think I'm gonna need it now." 

After making double-sure the bedroom door was locked, 
she pulled her grandson toward the bed. Turning away 
from him, she wiggled her huge sexy butt at him. "How 
about you unzip my dress and then stuff your sausage in 
me?"

Anthony eagerly unzipped Ellie's dress and helped her 
shimmy out of it. She looked more amazing naked than he 
could ever have conceived, and he couldn't wait to 
"stuff his sausage" up her steaming hot cunt. She pulled 
him with her onto the bed and spread her legs for him. 
Anthony slipped his cock into his grandma and, as she 
promised, she was secreting copious amounts of cunt 
juice. Anthony easily found himself all the way inside 
his grandma and it felt really, really good. 

"Holy hell, you feel so damn nice," Ellie sighed as 
Anthony gave his grandma lots of nice long strokes. 
"You're rubbing my button perfectly!" In short order, 
both grandmother and grandson approached a climax. 

"I'm cumming, Ellie!" Anthony groaned, trying not to be 
too loud. Grandma Ellie, however, didn't seem to give a 
damn who heard her. As she climaxed, she let out a big 
long loud moan. Her hips shivered and she thrashed her 
head to and fro as the orgasm seized her body 
completely. "My god, Anthony! Fuck that huge sausage 
into me faster! God, you're making me cum real good!" 
She bucked her generous hips, and Anthony responded by 
filling her hot wet cunt with huge jets of his jizz.

They fell into a post-coital embrace, kissing lovingly 
and snuggling on Grandma Ellie's big comfortable bed. 
"It's so nice to have a young stud to plow me again," 
Ellie sighed. "Your grandpa hasn't done that to me in a 
dozen years or more." 

While his grandma straightened out the bed, Anthony 
quickly dressed and headed back down to the den to join 
the rest of the clan.

***

Grandpa Bill and Grandma Ellie had, over the four 
decades they'd lived there, turned their considerable 
home into something akin to a compound. The main house 
stood on more than 7 acres of hilly land, full of pine 
trees and all sorts of interesting flora and fauna. 
About every 5 years or so, since 1972, the Petrocelli 
patriarch and matriarch had added one guest bungalow, 
then another, then another, until there were four guests 
houses, plus the original main house. They were true 
Italians, revelling in hosting as many of their extended 
family as they could fit onto their property. 

Anthony, his mother and his two aunts shared the oldest 
and largest guest house, the four-bedroom, two-bath 
abode on the furthest end of the property. The 
incestuous harem celebrated their reunion – they hadn't 
all been together since mid-October – by building a 
roaring fire and drinking cup after cup of hot spiced 
tea while they watched TV and swapped stories. As the 
mood took them, Anthony would go off with one harem wife 
or another and make love in one of the bedrooms. 

Anthony particularly enjoyed having Aunt Kelli and Aunt 
Tina straddle him and rub their growing bellies on his. 
He'd give both of them orgasms, but he was determined to 
save as much babyjuice in his balls as he could this 
week, because Stacy's fertile period was fast 
approaching, and something told him that this was 
finally going to be the week he would impregnate his 
mom. 

As the hour grew late, everyone began to slip away into 
their bedrooms to go to sleep. Anthony decided that 
before he hit the sack, he would go fetch some more 
firewood to keep the house warm thru the night (the old 
heater in this guest house was just about to give up the 
ghost, and the fireplace was the only thing keeping 
everyone warm. Well, besides their shared body heat!).

Anthony slipped on his coat and made his way to the 
woodpile. As he approached, he was met by Uncle John's 
wife, Cheryl (who, technically, was Anthony's aunt by 
marriage, just not by blood). She was pulling down some 
smaller logs as he approached. "Anthony," she smiled, 
"would you mind grabbing a few more pieces of wood for 
me? I don't wanna come back out here again. It's 
spooky."

Anthony laughed good-naturely and plucked off a couple 
more logs for her. "Where did Ellie put you, Cheryl?" 

"Well, John and my daughters and me, we're over there." 
She pointed at the bungalow closest to the main house. 
"But since everyone's asleep, and I'm wide awake, and so 
are you, how about we hang out in the empty cabin and 
get to know each other?" 

Anthony smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that, Cheryl." And they 
set off for the one vacant guest house down the hill. 

Anthony and his aunt Cheryl doffed their coats and got 
the fire roaring in no time. And that's when Anthony 
really took the time to admire his Uncle's wife. Cheryl 
was in her early 40s, with long blonde hair and stunning 
blue eyes. Her breasts were full, and her hips generous. 
Cheryl, likewise, seemed to be drinking in her nephew-
by-marriage. 

"How old are you, Anthony?" she asked as she sat with 
him on the couch in front of the fire.

"Seventeen" he replied. 

"Really?" Cheryl seemed surprised. "Because Ellie was 
telling me earlier that you've fathered something like a 
dozen babies."

Anthony was taken aback. Grandma Ellie was right – women 
sure do love to gossip.

"Well, um, if that's what you heard..." 

Cheryl moved in closer to him. "Wow, that's pretty 
impressive for such a young guy. You must have a secret 
weapon." And with that, she reached down and rubbed 
Anthony's crotch. "Is it in here?"

Anthony's cock throbbed and twitched and grew as Cheryl 
kept caressing his crotch. "Wow, Cheryl..."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, I think it is!"

Cheryl moved in and slipped her tongue into Anthony's 
mouth, while continuing to squeeze his now huge hard 
bulge. Anthony eagerly and happily frenched with his 
Uncle's wife and also slipped his hands under her 
sweater to squeeze her juicy bare tits.

Cheryl squirmed on the couch and Anthony could see a wet 
spot appear on the tight crotch of her tan slacks. He 
reached down and rubbed the moist patch and Cheryl 
gushed even more excited cunt juice, making Anthony's 
hand slick. Cheryl's breathing grew louder and the pace 
of her respirations quickened. "Jesus, Anthony!" she 
moaned.

Anthony kept rubbing and Cheryl kept rubbing. "The 
bedroom's right over there," he turned his head toward 
the nearby doorway. "Let's go fuck."

"Yes, yes, yes," Cheryl managed. She allowed Anthony to 
lead her off the couch and thru the doorway. Anthony 
stripped off his jeans and shirt, and Cheryl raced to 
keep up with him, but her tan slacks were skintight. She 
fell butt-first onto the bed, madly trying to get out of 
her cloth prison. "Help me get these damn pants off!" 
she commanded. "I gotta have you inside me now!" Anthony 
smiled as he pulled Cheryl's slacks off, bringing her 
panties along for the ride. He tossed everything on the 
floor and moved up onto his knees, readying himself to 
penetrate his aunt.

Cheryl, however, had other ideas. She crawled over to 
her nephew and took his massive log in both hands. 
"Mmmmmmmm...." she purred as she fed it inch by inch 
into her mouth. 

Anthony threw his head back and proceeded to slowly fuck 
Cheryl's mouth. "Uhhhhh, feels so good!" 

Cheryl hungrily gobbled and swallowed and slurped 
Anthony's plunging and receding cock as she took his 
muscular ass into her hands. Her shapely tanned legs 
were now wide apart on the bed, causing vast amounts of 
cunt juice to squirt out and soak the sheets below. 

Both lovers were so absorbed in their forbidden fun that 
they didn't hear the front door to the cabin open. It 
was Monica and Ariel, Anthony's 21 year-old twin 
cousins. They came over to look for their mom and ended 
up following the sounds of passion all the way to the 
bedroom's open doorway. What they witnessed excited both 
young ladies to no end and, in the same manner as their 
mother, they began to secrete abundant amounts of pussy 
juice that utterly soaked their panties. 

The girls slipped off their winter coats, revealing 
their pajamas underneath, which were nothing more than 
extra large long-tail tee-shirts. Both sisters began 
fingering themselves as they watched their mom suck 
Anthony's huge glistening tool. 

As they fingered themselves, they stepped inside the 
bedroom and moved toward the bouncing bed. Monica, with 
only a little self-stimulation, began to feel intense 
sensations spread through her body and she let out an 
involuntary "ooooooo."

That broke the spell. Cheryl and Anthony froze and 
turned to see the twin girls climbing onto the bed with 
them. "We wanna play, too!" Monica coo'd. She knelt 
behind Anthony, slipping her arms around him and kissing 
his neck. "How about it?"

Ariel slipped out of her drenched panties and pulled her 
nightshirt off over her head, allowing her cousin to 
admire her perfectly-formed and completely symmetrical 
c-cup titties and her very trimmed bush. She moved 
beside her mom and Cheryl smiled, allowing her daughter 
to take over. "Damn, Anthony, I dunno if I can get all 
this in my mouth, but I'm sure gonna try!" 

She guided his thick throbbing cock past her bee-stung 
ruby lips, her long silky blonde hair tickling Anthony's 
thighs as she moved up and down his thick shaft. Working 
her tongue expertly, she sucked and licked simultaneous, 
bringing Anthony swiftly to the brink of body-rattling 
climax. 

Suddenly, he pushed Ariel off his massive rod and onto 
her back. He leapt between her legs and slammed his meat 
rocket all the way deep inside her soaking wet cunt. 
"Oh, CHRIST!" she screamed joyfully, wrapping her legs 
around his waist and digging her fingernails into his 
back. After a few pumps, he pulled out and there was 
Monica on all fours. "Give it to ME now, Anthony!" she 
begged, wiggling her tight little ass at him. 

Anthony plunged into her sopping pussy in one long hard 
stroke and then rammed her over and over. "Uh, uh, uh, 
UH! UH! UH! UH!" she grunted with each pounding her 
cousin gave her, barely able to keep her balance as he 
slammed it home again and again. 

"Who's ready for a baby?" Anthony demanded more than 
asked. He pumped harder and deeper as he felt his balls 
boiling with babyjuice. 

 Monica's head swung to and fro, whipping her long 
blonde tresses left and right as her teeth clenched and 
her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "UH! UH! UH! UH! YES! 
YES! YES! KNOCK ME UP! KNOCK ME UP!"

And Anthony let loose with a torrent of cum, sending 
spasm after spasm of hot fertile seed into his nubile 
cousin's insanely tight snatch. Monica's body shook and 
shivered as her orgasm rattled her very soul. Anthony 
withdrew his cock while it was still spewing babyjuice 
and slammed it back into Ariel. "Your turn!" he groaned 
as he continued shooting jets of hot spunk into his 
other cousin. 

"MY GOD!" Ariel convulsed in total and complete pleasure 
as Anthony's throbbing babymaker sawed back and forth 
across her swollen pink clit. He pulled her lithe body 
hard against his as he kept cumming, again and again, 
far up Ariel's super tight baby hole, splashing his 
potent, fertile seed deep inside her.

Cheryl somehow managed to work her way back into the 
pile of young bodies. She took Anthony into a sensual 
embrace, giving him a long, deep kiss. "If you're gonna 
knock up both my daughters, you better have enough left 
over for me, too." 

Anthony still hadn't really gotten soft, so now he 
inserted his cock into Cheryl and they started making a 
baby together. Monica and Ariel hopped off the bed, put 
their nightshirts back on and took a seat on the 
bedroom's loveseat to eagerly watch Anthony impregnate 
their mom. 

***

As dawn broke, Anthony and Cheryl awoke and stirred 
under the covers of that same bed. Monica and Ariel, 
meanwhile, had gone off and crashed in the other bedroom 
after last night's encore. 

Cheryl knew exactly how she was going to explain last 
night's absence to her husband – a clever combination of 
truth and lies. She couldn't sleep, so went outside to 
get more wood (Truth). When she returned to the guest 
house, she found the door locked (Lie). So she decided 
to spend the night in the sole vacant cabin (Truth). 
Their daughters came looking for her (Truth), and then 
discovered they were now all locked out (Lie). 

 As much as Anthony wanted to start this morning going 
bed to bed, pumping another load of fertile seed into 
his new concubines, he knew that in order for Cheryl's 
cheating to go undetected, he needed to get dressed and 
get back to his own bungalow fast. He made his way back 
to his incestuous harem just as his mom woke up. She 
knew exactly what her babymaking stud was up to and gave 
him a sleepy smile.

"I hope you had fun last night, Honey. But remember: my 
fertile cycle starts tomorrow, so for the next week I 
better get most of what's brewing down there in those 
big nuts of yours." Flipping the covers open, she 
invited Anthony to join her for some morning lovemaking.

At the communal breakfast table in the main house, 
Anthony enjoyed the teasing winks and air kisses he 
received from all 7 of his ladies. Uncle John and 
Grandpa Bill ate their oatmeal and raisins without 
fanfare, unaware that they'd been cuckolded right under 
their own noses. In fact, Grandma Ellie sat next to her 
grandson and discreetly masturbated him below the table 
while he ate his toast and poached eggs. 

Later that morning, Anthony's mom and aunts headed into 
town to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. Uncle 
John, Cheryl and the twins headed out to see a movie, 
and Grandma Ellie readied the main house for the big 
Christmas eve meal. Anthony took a hot rejuvenating 
shower and while the water washed down on him, he 
reflected on how good life was right now. If only he 
could put a baby in his mother's belly. 

And, for the first time in a very long time, Anthony 
found himself praying to god for the miracle he so badly 
wanted. It was a silent prayer, from deep in his mind 
and his soul, outward to the universe, to whatever force 
there was to out there to help him impregnate his most 
sacred wife of all – his own mother. 

That night, everyone enjoyed the Eve meal, sang songs 
and opened presents. Earlier in the day, working around 
the obstacles of the two cuckolded husbands, Anthony was 
able to visit individually with Cheryl, Monica, Ariel, 
Ellie, Kelli and Tina to let them know that only his 
mother Stacy would be receiving his seed over the next 
several days. 

However, he took the opportunity during each clandestine 
meeting to bestow amazing feats of cunnilingus upon his 
unfucked concubines, pleasing them to no end. He 
promised each and every one of them would be taken care 
of the moment he finally impregnated his mom.

Aunt Tina and Aunt Kelli temporarily moved to the vacant 
cabin this time, to provide their harem husband and his 
alpha-wife as much privacy as possible. And so Christmas 
Eve, all the way through to the middle of Christmas Day, 
was spent in a romantic but lustful series of incestuous 
trysts as Anthony breeded with his mother again and 
again, gushing jets and jets of fertile babyjuice into 
her hot baby hole and deep into her yearning womb. 

Some of their copulations were slow and erotic and 
loving, while other were fast and furious and very 
nearly violent with sexual excitement. Neither lover 
seemed to be able to get enough of each other. If this 
blessed and holy babymaking on Christmas Day wasn't 
successful, then it was likely that nothing ever would 
be.

***

Winter melted away and then bloomed into Spring, and 
then further warmed into Summer. Anthony completed his 
junior year at Westchester High and it turned out to be 
his final semester there and, indeed, in the town of 
Westchester itself. On this balmy mid-June day, Anthony 
drove from one end of the city to the other, saying 
goodbye (for now) to all of the wives he'd stolen and to 
all of the beautiful babies that they'd made together. 
All of these women were still married to their clueless 
husbands, who freely gave all of their own money and 
time to raise the children Anthony had bred with their 
wives. 

Every single one of his 11 concubines bid their teen 
lover goodbye with the supplication that he return often 
for many more sinful and fruitful nights with them. As a 
matter of fact, Anthony had already impregnated his two 
former high school teachers again, and there was a very 
good chance that 2 or 3 other wives' cuckolded husbands 
were unknowingly about to become "fathers" again for the 
second time. 

Of course, this "Goodbye Tour" took the entire day to 
complete, because each visit to each woman finished in 
their bedrooms with a tasty fuck or two. By sunset 
(which didn't even occur until nearly 9 o'clock this 
deep into the summer), Anthony was completely drained of 
energy and semen. But there was nothing that would stop 
him from driving to his final destination – his new 
home. 

Anthony aimed his Mercedes convertible north on the 
highway out of town, heading to the place he knew he now 
belonged. Maybe it wouldn't be forever, but it 
definitely was "for now". 

As the crisp warm breeze blew through his hair, 
Anthony's thoughts once again returned to last Christmas 
Day, late in the afternoon, when he and his mother, 
exhausted and spent from breeding feverishly since the 
previous evening, trysted a final time before they were 
expected back at the main house for early Christmas 
supper. 

"Stacy, I love you so much," Anthony recalled telling 
his mom as he kissed her tenderly and slowly sank his 
cock into her moist pussy for the countless time that 
day. 

"Anthony, I don't even think of you as my son anymore," 
Stacy sighed as the sexual sensations coursed through 
her once again. She locked into a loving gaze with her 
son. "I want us to go to Las Vegas before you have to be 
back at school. I wanna divorce your dad and marry you. 
For real."

Hearing this, Anthony felt an ineffable warmth radiate 
through his entire body. To possess his mom so 
completely, to really, truly steal her from her husband 
– his own father – and make her his wife! He couldn't 
believe how he felt right at that moment. His balls, 
still boiling with babyjuice meant only for his mother, 
tingled in a manner he'd never experienced before. All 
the orgasmic feelings were there, but now there was 
something extra, something more, something almost 
supernatural.

 Stacy felt it, too. "Oh, my dear God in Heaven! It's 
gonna happen!" she cried out. And then she really did 
start to cry – tears flowed from her eyes, pure tears of 
joy and passion and eternal happiness. "Oh, Anthony! 
It's gonna happen right now! We're gonna make our baby 
RIGHT NOW!"

 Anthony felt it, too. "I know! I know!" he shouted, 
feeling his cock blossom and grow even mightier and 
thicker and stronger than it had ever been. "I'm gonna 
put a baby in your belly, Stacy! Our baby! Oh, my GOD! 
Oh, my GOD! HERE IT COMES!" And as both lovers brought 
their hips into a quicker, more intense, and absolutely 
perfect rhythm, Anthony's fully engorged babymaker began 
making a magnificent baby in Stacy's belly, sending 
blast after blast of fertile seed on what they both knew 
was finally to be a successful, glorious journey to 
Stacy's waiting, wanting womb. 

But something else transpired at that exact moment. As 
Anthony finally impregnated his 47 year-old mother – at 
that very instant – Grandpa Bill passed away from a 
heart attack back in the main house. One long life ended 
as another long life began.

Anthony and Stacy found out that evening. Grandma Ellie, 
of course, was devastated by the loss of her husband, 
but she was resolute and ready to begin anew. At dinner, 
after the funeral arrangements had been made, Ellie 
announced that she was going to turn the Petrocelli 
Compound into a heavenly harem of love, not just for all 
of the relatives who were then present at Christmas 
Night Dinner, but perhaps for a few more adventurous 
souls who would soon get to know the Master of this new 
harem.

"That would be me," Anthony said to himself, as he now 
took the last exit off the highway toward Abbottville. 

He had already moved all his stuff into the main house 
where he and Stacy and Grandma Ellie would live with 
their new baby, a daughter, now 6 months along in 
Stacy's growing belly. Scattered among the satellite 
guest houses were both of his aunts, each with a newborn 
son, his twin cousins Monica and Ariel, both just as far 
along as Anthony's mom and, finally, the twins' mother 
Cheryl, who found herself in a similar situation as 
Grandma Ellie when Uncle John died tragically in a car 
accident when his brakes inexplicably failed one night 
back in January. Even though she wasn't a Petrocelli, 
the Petrocelli blood was now coursing through the baby 
growing in her belly, so Ellie welcomed her as if she 
were her own daughter. 

As Anthony finally arrived at his new home, a thought 
crossed his mind and a broad smile broke across his 
face.

He was so young. So much still lie ahead for him. So 
many wives yet to steal and so many babies yet to make. 

Stepping out of his car, Ellie met him at the front 
door. "Honey, there you are! We've been waiting for 
you!" Standing beside his grandma was a stunning woman 
who bore an uncanny resemblance to Valerie Bertinelli. 
"I don't think you've ever met Valerie, Anthony. She's 
your second cousin, once removed."

Valerie wasted no time embracing her second cousin. 
"Well, hello, cutie," she gushed. "I've heard sooooo 
much about you!"

"Valerie's had a little bit of bad luck with men," Ellie 
explained, as Anthony felt a familiar pulsing in his 
jeans. "You know musicians – you just can't trust 'em."

Still locked in a warm embrace with his second cousin, 
Anthony cast a glance over to the living room couch, 
where his wife – his real wife now – sat, rubbing her 
massive baby-filled belly. Monica and Ariel and Cheryl 
were also there, all with their own swollen tummies. 
They were watching some show on TV, but now the 
attention turned to a much more interesting drama 
occurring in their foyer.

"Valerie's gonna be spending a few weeks with us, maybe 
she'll stay longer," Ellie continued. Then, with a 
smile, she guided the newly-acquainted couple toward the 
stairs. "Why don't you take your cousin up to the corner 
bedroom and make sure she's comfortable?"

 Anthony smiled as his cock pumped to full staff inside 
his jeans. He once more looked to his harem. They all 
gave him a smile and a tacit nod of approval. Anthony 
took Valerie by the hand and led her to the stairs.

"That sounds like a plan, Ellie," he said. "Right this 
way, cousin."

And up the stairs they went. 

END

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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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