by DeeDee Zee
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Mommy Loves Hypnosis Too
DeeDee Zee
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Mommy Loves Hypnosis Too
Copyright © 2018 by DeeDee Zee
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First Edition: August 2018
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Contents
Preface
Foreword
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Afterword
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Mom’s biological clock is ticking loudly, and she wants a grandchild. Her son and daughter don’t want to make her baby-wish come true until after a hypnotic nudge. Now her son is all for getting his sister pregnant, so long as Mom is there to help. In fact, her daughter insists.
This FICTION short is for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). It contains mother-daughter incest sex, mother-son sex, brother-sister sex, dubious consent, hypnosis, mind control, oral sex, girl-on-girl, masturbation, seeding/breeding, and bareback creampie.
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Everyone has a biological clock. Some are just louder than others. Mine was ticking so loudly I thought it would explode any moment. The diaper commercial that popped up on the TV didn’t help. My arms ached to cuddle a baby again.
“I want a grandbaby,” I said to no one in particular.
My husband guffawed.
Our eighteen-year-old son Spencer, who’d been taking a swig of soda, snorted the liquid through his nose then scrambled to put the can down and mop up the mess.
Gina, our twenty-two-year-old daughter, snorted and said, “You better hope Spencer knocks up some chick, because you ain’t getting one from me.”
I pouted at her.
“Don’t look at me like that, Mom. No. I’m not dating. I don’t want to date. And I sure as hell don’t want a kid. Not right now. Maybe in ten years when I’m not living at home still. Maybe.”
I pouted harder then turned to my husband. “Tell your children to give me a grandbaby.”
He laughed and shook his head. “We’ve been telling them for years to have safe sex and tossing condoms at them. Now you want to flip the script so they’ll give you grandkids.” He laughed harder. “Good luck with that.”
“Spencer, don’t you have a girlfriend?” I asked with hope in my voice.
My son gave me a look that said I was mental. “Yeah, and her daddy has a gun and will sure as shit shoot my dick off if I knock up his daughter.”
I turned my attention back to my daughter. “Gina,” I whined.
She stared at the TV, ignoring me.
“I want a grandbaby. I want someone to call me Nana.”
“Nana,” said my husband, son, and daughter in monotonic unison. The smartasses.
“That’s not what I meant!”
Gina said, “If you want a baby so badly, you have one. You’re not menopausal yet. Go for it.”
My husband leered at me and licked his lips. “Now that’s an idea I can get behind. And we’ve got two babysitters living here, too.” He grabbed the front of his pants. “Let’s get to it.”
“Ha! In your dreams. I’m not getting pregnant again. Two was enough.” But the tick-tick-tick of my biological clock got louder, as if agreeing with the suggestion that I simply have the baby.
My libido seemed to agree as I suddenly wanted sex. A wave of arousal washed over me, hardening my nipples and making my pussy tingle. But the object of my desire wasn’t my husband.
No, my gaze landed on Spencer, my son, my babyboy. Not without cause either. I’d had him already. Although, he didn’t know that because he’d been under hypnosis at the time.
Putting my psychology degree to bad use, I’d combined subliminal messages, repetition, and good old fashioned swinging a coin in front of Spencer’s eyes to make him obey me. And then I’d crossed the line by sucking his beautiful cock before riding it. Not just once either.
In the five months since Spencer’s eighteenth birthday, we’d had sex at least three times a week. My pussy was very familiar with everything his cock could do for me, which now included giving me a baby.
But I didn’t want to be pregnant again!
That was why I’d always put a condom on Spencer. And it made cleanup easier. That simple barrier had also given me the ability to rationalize away fucking my son. A condom between us meant it wasn’t really sex, just an internal massage we both enjoyed to relieve stress. Mostly mine.
Taking away that condom, allowing my son to come inside me, fill me with his hot seed…
My pussy throbbed, telling me that was exactly what I wanted.
But pregnancy!
I seriously did not want to get pregnant again. It was Gina’s turn.
Wait.
It was Gina’s turn. She was the next generation. She needed to be the one getting pregnant. Not having a boyfriend or the inclination didn’t impede my plans in the least.
I smiled as I picked up my phone and pushed a hypnotic video to the TV.
“What the hell?!”
“Hey!
“Oh, come on!”
I ignored the irate outcries of my family and said in a sweet voice, “Just watch. It’ll only take a minute. And it’s not like we weren’t watching the show through streaming, anyway. Just relax and look at this video I found.”
Though huffy and visibly annoyed, my family settled and watched the video I’d made.
Spencer fell under the hypnotic influence first, being more susceptible because of our previous encounters.
My husband and Gina took the full length of the video before they relaxed and stared ahead dazedly, awaiting my instructions.
I pushed a different video to the screen of swirling and flashing lines. It was cliché, but it worked. In a soothing monotone, I said, “Gina, you want a baby. You want to have one now. That way you’ll be in your mid-forties when your kid goes off to college, leaving you your best years to have fun.”
Gina smiled softly, indicating she accepted the idea.
“Since you don’t have a boyfriend and artificial insemination is right out, you should have Spencer get you knocked up. He’s right here. He’s convenient. And he wants to put a baby in you.” I turned my attention to my son. “Spencer, you want to impregnate your sister. You’ve already had my pussy so it’s only right you have Gina’s too. Raw. Pumping her full of baby gravy.”
Spencer grinned. The front of his sweatpants was tented. Ah, my horny babyboy. Always good to go. I loved that about him.
“I want to make sure you two do the deed correctly, so I’ll be there.” I licked my lips as my clit twitched. “Joining in the fun. It’s only right I be a part of the creation of my grandbaby.”
Now Gina gri
nned and her breathing sped up.
Huh.
I might have figured out why Gina didn’t have a boyfriend. She’d dated boys in the past, but those relationships had never lasted. So lesbian or bi. Either way, I was about to have my first girl-on-girl experience with my daughter. But first…
To my husband, I said, “Honey, you get to watch. You enjoy porn so much that watching the kids and me fucking is just part of that. Live-action, in-person porn for your enjoyment.”
My husband grinned.
And finally… “Incest is deviant and wrong, but we don’t care about that. Pleasure is all that matters. We’re not hurting anyone by indulging our desires for one another. It’s perfectly okay for Spencer to fuck Gina and me. When Gina pops pregnant, we’ll tell everyone she got artificially inseminated.” I smiled wide. “Now, let’s make my grandbaby.”
I turned off the hypnotic video and gave a single loud clap of my hands.
Everyone startled and blinked.
After a moment of silence, my husband said, “You know, sweetheart, you’re right. There needs to be a baby in the house again.”
“Yeah,” Spencer said, nodding.
Gina licked her lips as she slid her gaze over me, visually caressing me in a way she never had before. How long had my daughter been lusting after me in secret? And why hadn’t I ever noticed? She said, “I agree. A baby isn’t such a horrible thing. If I have one now, I’ll be free later in life to do whatever.”
“And since you don’t have a boyfriend,” Spencer said, “I don’t mind doing the deed.” He gripped his erection through his sweatpants. “Right now, as a matter of fact.”
“Yeah. Now.” Gina got off the couch, pulled her shirt over her head, and took off her bra, freeing her beautiful tits to my gaze. Her pink nipples were hard and begging to be sucked.
Spencer and my husband stared as well, both of them hard.
In a breathy voice, I said, “Let’s take this to the California king in the master bedroom.”
My children left a trail of clothes on the way to the bedroom. I did too. By the time we reached the bed, we were naked and breathing hard.
Before I could decide who I wanted to put my hands on first, Gina snaked her arm around my waist and pulled me close for a tongue-tangling kiss that had me moaning into her mouth.
My little girl was sweet from the juice she’d been drinking earlier. Our tits squished together as we pressed close. My senses were full of Gina and our amazing kiss so I startled when Spencer curved his hand between my legs from behind and wiggled two fingers into my pussy.
He pressed close enough for me to feel his erection against my hip and said, “You’re soaked, Mom. Way more than usual. You must really want that baby.”
I rolled my hips and rode his fingers as my answer, too busy learning my daughter’s taste to answer aloud.
“Show me how soaked, son,” my husband said from somewhere behind us.
Spencer pulled his fingers free.
“Damn. She never gets that wet for me. Good job, boy.”
“That’s because Mom is a slut with me.” My son smacked my ass then squeezed it, making me squeak.
He crouched behind me and urged my legs further apart before pressing his face against my ass and tongue-kissing my pussy.
I pulled away from Gina’s lips and keened my pleasure. “Yes. Spencer, yes.”
“You’re so hot right now, Mommy,” Gina said as she ducked her head and slurped my right nipple into her mouth. She suckled greedily at the hard bud while rubbing my clit, increasing my enjoyment of this encounter.
Both my children worked together to bring me to a screaming orgasm that left me trembling and panting.
I swallowed several times before I could make my mouth work. “You’re supposed to be fucking each other, not me.”
“We want you,” they said in unison.
My husband said, “You are one hot MILF, sweetheart. Just let the kids have their fun. We’ve got plenty of time to get Gina knocked up.”
“Yeah,” Spencer said, getting up behind me and rubbing his hard erection against my ass.
Licking my lips, I said, “After I suck your cock.”
“Ah, Mom.”
“I want it, babyboy. Gina wants it too.”
Gina frowned. “I do?”
“Yes. You do.” I nudged them both back and put my hands on my hips. “Do you want that baby or not, Gina?”
“I do. It’s just that…” She glanced at Spencer and rolled her eyes. “He’s just not doing it for me, not like you.”
Okay. That was an oversight on my part. I’d thought making her want a baby with her brother would automatically equate to desiring him.
“Gotta agree with Gina on this one, Mom. I’m only fucking her because you want a grandkid. I’d rather stick my dick in you though.” He jutted his hips and leered at me.
My husband laughed.
“It’s not funny,” I snapped. We weren’t in the living room, so I couldn’t have them watch the video again and let me fix this. Not that I needed more hypnosis to fix this. “Gina, on the bed. On your back with your head hanging off the foot.”
She did as I said, appearing huffy until I climbed on top of her. Then she grinned and hugged me close. “Hi, Mommy.”
I gave her a quick kiss as I settled between her soft thighs. “Hi yourself.” Before she could capture my mouth again, I looked up and crooked a finger at Spencer. “Bring that lovely cock over here, babyboy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Spencer came at us cock first and shoved it between our faces. “Now this is what I’m talking about.”
Holding his shaft in a loose fist so it was right where I wanted it, I kissed my daughter with lots of tongue and panting. This time, I controlled the kiss, guiding Gina slowly toward her little brother’s erection and then coaxing her to kiss me around his tip.
My daughter didn’t let the addition of a cock between us get in her way. She wrapped that long tongue of hers over and around Spencer’s cock to get to me.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Spencer said in a breathy voice. He put one hand on my head, gripping my hair.
“Damn that looks good,” my husband said in a low, growling tone. The sound of him jerking his meat reached my ears.
Smoothing my free hand up the inside of Gina’s soft thigh, I petted her pussy before slipping two fingers into her wet channel.
She moaned, raising her knees and squirming beneath me while gripping my ass.
“Mmmm,” I purred as I finger-fucked her hot, tight pussy. At the same time, I guided Spencer’s cock down and into her mouth, urging her to suck on her little brother’s piece as I kissed down her throat.
I stroked Spencer’s shaft, coaxing him into gently rocking his hips. When I was sure he’d caught the rhythm, I left him to it so I could kiss my way down Gina’s body. I paused at her nipples to kiss each but didn’t linger. My goal was her pussy.
The urge to taste my little girl was overwhelming. This was my first experience with a woman, and I wanted to try everything.
She whimpered as I pressed her thighs open wider and licked my tongue slowly over her juicy slit.
“Mmm. Yummy.” I licked her again and again, just enjoying her soft heat and gentle tang.
“Jesus, Gina! Fuck!” Spencer’s lusty exclamation got my attention.
I lifted my head away from pleasuring my daughter to watch him fucking her throat. Actually fucking it.
He had hold of her tits, squeezing and kneading them, as he thrust against her face over and over.
Gina took it. She wasn’t struggling and didn’t appear to be in distress. Her little brother was fucking her face, and she was letting him.
That sight made me so proud. I always knew my kids could play well together. That deserved a reward. I applied myself to giving Gina’s pussy all the attention she obviously craved, sucking her clit, wiggling my tongue into her channel, and lapping quickly at her sex.
“Gghh… Coming!” Spencer jammed his hip
s forward.
“Mm!” Gina arched between us and trembled violently as her orgasm rolled over her.
I helped her stay in it by sucking on her clit, giving her as much pleasure as I could.
Spencer let out a hard sigh as he backed out of his older sister’s mouth. “That was damn good, Gina. Thanks.”
She licked her lips and swallowed several times while petting my head. “You’re welcome.” Then she grabbed my hair and pulled on it. Not hard, urging.
I lifted my mouth from her pussy and rubbed my way up her body so our lips could meet and I could share her taste with her. We both sighed in contentment at the contact.
Then we were touching each other. Caressing, squeezing, fondling, groping until I had two fingers pumping into Gina’s pussy and she had two fingers in mine. We finger-fucked each other while moaning, driving each other closer to our orgasms.
The bed jiggled and shifted.
Hot hands spread my thighs and then cupped my hips.
Gina’s fingers slid out of me and focused on rubbing my clit.
A moment later, Spencer stuffed his renewed erection into my pussy.
“Oh!” I reared up, breaking my kiss with Gina and looked over my shoulder. “Babyboy, wrong hole. You’re supposed to be in Gina.”
“She’s next,” Spencer said with a grunt as he shoved into me again.
“But—”
Gina yanked me back her lips, kissing away my protests as Spencer stuffed my pussy full of his deliciously thick, long cock.
I gave up trying to get my kids to act right. Especially since them acting wrong felt so damn good.
Spencer had more than enough spunk to give. His staying power was one reason we fucked as much as we did. Not that he remembered any of those times outside of the hypnosis.
He pounded away at my pussy, making the bed creak.