A love story about a unique family tradition

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And so I did. We said nothing more as I concentrated on granting her wish. For what seemed like an eternity, I just continued to repeatedly shove as much of myself into her frail body as I could. The heat was building up and we both began to sweat, but my stamina hadn’t waned yet. It had been a little over a year since the last time I’d had sex with our mother and I felt like I was making up for lost time. Yes, I’d masturbated some, but not as much as you’d think. Don’t forget that I’d been grieving the loss of my mother/wife for the majority of that time, so sex wasn’t very much on my mind. It wasn’t until just recently, when I’d realized and started to rail against the attraction I felt for my daughter, that I’d begun masturbating in earnest. And, even then, it wasn’t very much. Sure, I’d read lots of stories and watched lots of incest-related porn, but that had been more out of diluted interest than anything, something I did AFTER taking a cold shower. So my balls were aching for release and now my daughter was proving to be a most welcome receptacle.

Amity’s moans grew in intensity as my thrusts became more erratic. I’d felt her experience a couple of small climaxes already, but there was a huge one building up within both of us and it would crest soon. The crescendo of our passion was just on the horizon, like a freight train coming down the tracks, and neither of us would have been able to forestall it. Not that we wanted to. Our grunts and moans simply encouraged us to reach that orgasmic finish, to the point where it was almost an unsaid but desperate plea that we both shared.

Amity’s toes didn’t even touch the ground as I felt my orgasm approach, she was so completely bent over that couch arm. They just danced back and forth in rhythm with the relentless pounding of my hips as I fucked her wildly. Suddenly, though, her feet went straight and her toes curled as she let out a loud shriek. Her orgasm was upon her and she was a complete captive to it. I felt her pussy walls clench down tightly on my cock and, suddenly, I was unable to even move, so tight did she grip me from within her walls. The pressure of her orgasm, coupled with the heat and my own ardor, pushed me over the edge.

Again, my cockhead swelled and my testicles tightened up against my body as my orgasm struck me powerfully. With a loud, soulful yell, I felt myself release what was left of my energy and sexual essence. I could feel each ejaculation like it was a canon shot from my tired cock, wads of greasy sperm and cum that splashed against the insides of my daughter’s deepest chamber. My hips bucked and jerked uncontrollably with each jolt from my loins and I felt a rushing in my ears as my body succumbed to the inevitable. I don’t know how long it lasted, surely not as long as the first orgasm, but it did last a lot longer than I’d expected, seeing as how it was my second cum. All the while, Amity cried out in sync with each burst of my seed and gasped when she felt it crash inside her.

This time, my cock wilted quickly. When my orgasm subsided, my tired peter slipped out of my daughter’s well-fucked pussy with a soft squelch and I slumped off her body, to land softly on the couch beside her. Meanwhile, Amity continued to stay bent over the sofa arm and broke into fits of giggles while we both tried to recover from the insanely animalistic session.

When I could finally catch my breath, I asked her what was so funny. She waved it off. “Oh, nothing. I just had this funny thought.”

“Well?”

“It’s just that… this is the first time I’ve ever had sex. I think you might’ve bruised my uterus.”

Alarm shot through me. “Oh, God! Honey! I’m so sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I was too exhausted to move at that point, but my concern was real and if it turned out that I had injured her, I’d never be able to forgive myself.

Amity giggled just a little more. “Probably, but not so much that I won’t get over it. I just won’t walk straight for a few days.” She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, a tired and contented sigh of a woman whose desires had been truly filled. “I can only imagine how much rougher it’s going to be when you really DO try to get me pregnant.” She locked eyes with mine and I saw a sparkle of tired happiness in them.

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