Incestory: Some therapies work better than others

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She looked up at him and swallowed him down as far as he would go.

“Oh GAWD!” he cried out in pleasure.

She spit him out and gasped for breath.

He placed both hands on the top of her head and pushed his cock back into her mouth and back down her throat again by thrusting his hips up and pulling her head to him at the same time.

She choked and sputtered, slapped at him, and vainly tried to pull away. The sound of her gagging sent him over the edge and without warning; he was filling her mouth with semen, quivering and jerking with the intensity of the release.

It poured down her chin and dripped between her tits to finally end up running down the inside of her thighs. The amount was massive … more cum than he imagined any balls could ever contain.

She stopped trying to pull away but he held her until he was finished before he let go of her hair.

She looked up at him with her wicked grin and wiped at the cum covering her mouth with the back of her hands.

“Is that how you treat your mother?”

“Yes,” he laughed, “as a matter of fact!”

He grabbed her by the arm and tossed her effortlessly onto the waterbed.

She laughed and tried to scamper away from him but he grabbed her thick legs and pulled her back so that only her torso was still on the bed and her knees were on the floor.

He jerked the panties down and shoved himself into her without mercy or compassion.

She cried out and pounded her fists on the bed but he ignored her, burying himself over and over again in her luscious sopping wet pussy so hard that her ass rippled with the thrusts and she spat out a string of obscenities at him in her pain.

The waterbed picked up their movement and amplified it, pushing her back into him so hard that he sank completely into her with each forceful thrust of his hips.

“Oh Gawd!” she moaned, “I’m there … yes … yes … yes … Oooooooh!”

He slowed his pace and relaxed his chest down onto her back, burying himself in her to let the waterbed do the work of finishing her off.

“John!” she cried, “I’m cumming!”

“Quiet!” he admonished.

She began to quiver and claw the sheets, pulling them to her, chewing on them in her ecstasy as his cock drew out her pleasure and she orgasmed.

The sensation of the tight clamping of her pussy muscles on his shaft as she climaxed sent him over the edge again as well.

“Shiiiit!” he tried to warn her but couldn’t get the words out before he orgasmed.

He did manage to pull out just in time, jerking his spurting cock over her furiously so hard that it splattered over her back and into her long thick hair.

When he finished this time, he rolled off of her, flopped over onto the bed and grabbed his pack of cigarettes off of the nightstand. He fished out a smoke and lit it with shaky hands, the adrenaline and exertion making him unsteady.

She crawled up onto the bed beside him and nuzzled her way under his sweaty arm.

“Making up is always the best part of fighting, isn’t it?” she asked him.

“Let’s stick with the making up part, okay?” he puffed the cigarette and handed it to her, “and dressing up a little for me now and then can’t hurt either.”

“Okay,” she giggled and laid her head on his chest.

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“Well,” Mom said as Grace slipped into the seat across from Bobby and John at the dinner table, “look who’s decided to join us for dinner for once!”

Grace shot her a smart-ass smile then looked adoringly at John.

“I wanted to see John before he leaves me again,” she replied.

“I see,” Mom said quietly before distractedly turning her attention back to the over-boiling pot of corn on the cob on the woodstove behind her.

Bobby and Jenna giggled and elbowed each other as if they were sharing a private joke at Grace’s expense. Amazingly, she ignored them and sipped her water, steadily holding John’s gaze the way she had in his room the other morning.

Dad looked at her quizzically then looked quickly over at John as if a thought had struck him.

John could almost feel the walls closing in on him; a symptom of a severe bout of sudden paranoia he hoped was only from the weed he’d just smoked.

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