****** I'm Fucking Stoned by Smooth Touch ******
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I'm Fucking Stoned


A story of sexual release by: smooth_touch001@hotmail.com E-mail me, tell me
you love it all and let's cum hard together while we get sooo stoned.

Hey, this is an incest story on a sex page! If you're offended reading it,
that's your problem. I personally find all of the above completely acceptable
and legal, regardless of what the "law" says, so if you don't like these
things, shut this file now and leave. Otherwise, enjoy it all...and please wet
your fingers with your delicious um.... mmmm.... I'd love to be tasting salty
sperm and delicious pussy juice with you right now.... But I digress. On with
the story.


Part I

It's not a very populated area, the town I grew up in...or should I say,
relatively close to. Damn, we were about five or six miles from the "next door"
neighbors. Not that we really cared to be closer, mind you. Dad was a real
prick, and liked Mom best when she had bruises and cuts on her. What a fucking
asshole. Fortunately, I don't know him at all, and I like that. He was shot
when I turned four, and died on the doctor's table. Strangely enough, my Mom
was in the hospital at the same time...having my baby brother Mark. I stayed at
my Uncle Rick's place until Mom was well enough to come home.

My family? Nothing but a history of poor-ass Georgia share croppers. Oh,
there's the one bright, shining member of my family. My grandfather, a poor kid
who joined the Marine Corps when he was real damned young, and went to the
Pacific to fight in a war. Along the way, he must have seen every whorehouse in
the Pacific, and he picked up a little Filipino slut and knocked her up along
the way. We were even proud of him for that...spreading a little of America
overseas. Of course, my prudish grandmother didn't think that was so great, but
who gives a shit, right? Yeah, fuck, let's move on.

The nights get hot and real fucking damp in South Georgia, and one of those
nights back in 1968, my Mom, who was 16 at the time, spread her delicious legs
for a rat fuck bastard I call Dad. I am the result of that night in the back of
a car, all steamy and sweaty, and I'm sure my Dad's sperm poured down over the
car seat under the clouds and stars. Anyway, I was born in the midst of a
SEXUAL REVOLUTION (thanks to Mom for getting full with me), to a couple of
poorly educated farm people.

Well, the drug revolution was in full swing at that time too, and as I'm sure
you have figured, a wet and hot environment is great for growing the thick,
sweet green buds and leaves of that delicious and wonderful plant called
Cannabis. That's what Dad got into, and that's why he got shot. (Actually,
being a greedy rat fuck bastard is why he got shot and killed. Fuck him.) We
grew it. Well, actually, we grew cotton, and Dad grew the pot. He didn't smoke
it, though. He drank rotgut moonshine instead. It fucked up his liver (and his
small mind) until he was just a mean shit who was asking for a bullet. Well, he
got one.

Naturally, my Mom's a gentle soul, although she has a firebrand of a
personality. She drinks, smokes, gets stoned (and occasionally takes a hit of
acid or a line of coke), basically being a complete party girl. The girls down
in South GA learn early or don't learn at all, and she didn't learn at all. So
she did the things that all party girls do, and ended up pregnant with me at
16. She was always a beautiful gal, and worked hard to provide for us after Dad
kicked off. She educated herself, after a fashion, and owns a feed store in the
town nearby. But as she took on more and more responsibility, her social life
declined, and I guess that's what has lead us to the happy state of affairs we
have now.

One of the first things my Mom had to do, being the oldest of two children to
parents who died early, was take on the added responsibility of rearing kids
and a wayward younger brother. Oh, he's a good ol' boy, all right. Not violent,
but not worth a damn for much, either. He works occasionally, but spends most
of his time around the house. At least Mom never had to pay for a babysitter
for us.

Well, being babysat isn't the end of the world for us kids, as we found out. We
managed to run all over our property (we do have about 120 acres left of the
300, after Mom had to sell most of it), because Uncle Rick would send us out.
We later found out that he did it so he could light up a bong, that cherished
bowl that sits in the center of our coffee table now. So...time passed.

Well, one day, when I was just about to turn 13, Uncle Rick began to act a
little goofy. I'd ask to go out, and he said no, then changed his mind, and
then changed it again. What a fuckwad, I thought (we learn early down south.)
Well, since I had to stay in, while my brother played outside (with the
mosquitoes), I decided I would watch some tube. Evidently, that's exactly what
Rick wanted.

He put a tape in the VCR, and to my surprise, a video of him being sucked off
by a little boy came on the screen. I was shocked (at the homosexuality of it,
that is) but watched in fascination as he let the youngster suck up and down
his cock. Fuck Christ, the kid couldn't have been more than 11 or 12, but he
was sucking Rick's cock like a pro. I watched that little mouth stretch to take
Rick's big, stiff rod, the lips curling back inside as his head inched down the
shaft. I was mezmerized by watching this delicious child porn display. Up his
head came, the lips sliding up Rick's shaft, dragging along it, stretching out
like they didn't want to release that delicious cock.

Rick groaned in the tape, and his cock began to flex up and down, as a thick
white cream began to shoot across the youngster's face. I knew (by that time)
exactly what I was seeing, and to tell you the truth, I was hungry for tasting
that sperm in an instant. I looked over to see Rick sitting on the sofa, a
bulge in his pants that his fingers were steadily brushing across, and I
somehow knew I was soon going to be his young bitch.

Rick leered and grinned at me (he's never been very bright or subtle about
things), and began to unzip his jeans. I grinned back and asked him if he was
going to take his peter out right now.

"Peter? That whut y'all call it in junior high? Hell, kid, it's a cock!" he
chuckled. "Damn right I'm gonna take it out, and I want to beat on it like I
did in the movie, and make it shoot that cum."

"Cum?" I asked softly. "Is that the white stuff that came out?"

"Yep," came his reply, as I watched his hand surround that growing member and
begin to languidly slide up and down. "You wanna see it for real?"

"You bet," I smiled, "I'd even like to put your peter...er, your cock...in my
mouth like that boy did." I couldn't wait, to be honest.

"Well, come here and take it now," he cried out, as he jacked his flesh harder.

How do I describe what happened next? I scurried over on my knees to a place
between his legs, his boots up on the coffee table as he sprawled out on the
couch. I began to suck on his shaft immediately, enjoying the flavor of his
cock, that skin flavor, slightly salty, and just a little like the cottony
flavor of his underwear. The aroma of it mirrored the flavor, very musky, and
at the same time smelling of clean clothes (he was a neat person, after all.)
My lips quickly bobbed up and down his shaft, wetting his fat cock for about
three or four of his nice, thick seven inches. Instinctively, my small hand
reached up to grasp the base of his pole.

"Damn!" he moaned, "suck my dick, Mike." My head bobbed even faster as I grew
excited to think I was doing sex. I knew at the time that homosexual sex was
something that grownups usually abhorred. But that kid could do it, and so
could I.

I kept up, stopping briefly to ask him if he was gonna make his cum shoot out.
He nodded and rolled his head from side to side slowly, obviously enjoying the
feelings. I was too. I noticed that my own cock was getting hard and tingling.
It felt trapped, tight and constrained by my jeans and underwear, but I
couldn't deny the feelings I was getting. They were good, and I wanted more of
them. Alot more of them. And right then and there I decided that I wanted them
all the time.

Looking up, I saw the flare of a lighter, and noticed a funny white cigarette
hanging from Rick's mouth. A strange, acrid smell soon wafted over the room,
smelling for all the world like burning rope. Rick put the end close to his
lips and sucked, as I watched smoke and air disappear in his inhale. He closed
up his face, holding his breath like he was underwater. I was curious, but I
liked the taste of cock (and, I was learning, the clear fluid precum that was
beginning to leak from his cock head), so I went back to work. He quickly
smoked all of the cigarette, then took a long drink from his coke and reached
for his pack of cigarettes.

I saw an opportunity to impress him. "I smoke too, Uncle Rick," I said proudly.
I had stolen a few cigarettes recently from my Mom, and lit them with kitchen
matches. After watching Mom enjoy a cigarette after dinner one evening, I had
figured out that she pulled in the smoke and then inhaled it inside. I tried
it, at first not having much success. But my evening trips to the cornfield
paid off after a few times, and now I was growing more and more able to smoke a
cigarette. Actually, at this point, I could smoke two or three without getting
ill.

"Really?" he grinned loosely, the pot already hitting him. "Have one of mine."
I reached for the pack and pulled one free, putting the cigarette in my mouth
and lighting it, very adult-ly, I thought, with a real butane lighter. I took a
long pull while looking at him, taking the cigarette from my lips and letting
him watch as I opened my mouth and sucked the smoke deep inside. Holding it for
a short second, I exhaled and a cloud of smoke issued proudly from my lips. I
kept sucking at the cigarette every few seconds until nothing was left except a
warm feeling deep inside me, knowing that I was becoming a sexy man. The butt
went into the ashtray, in a very sexy, manly fashion.

"Cool," he said, "now I won't have to teach you how to smoke. But you haven't
had a drink yet, and you sure as hell haven't smoked a joint, right?"

"No," I admitted. "What's that?"

"First, a drink," he slurred, getting up, stiff cock and all, and walking over
to the liquor cabinet by the TV. He pulled a bottle of bourbon from the shelf,
and poured it into his nearly empty glass of coke. His finger dipped inside and
twirled around, splashing a little of the liquid across the cabinet's cheap
lacquer finish.

"Here, take a long drink o' this, I mean drink alot of it, all of it if you
can," he said, giggling, "shit, I'm gonna get you so drunk and stoned, we're
gonna fuck all afternoon." I turned the drink up and started guzzling, tasting
the strong alcohol flavor, choking slightly, then settling into drinking
slower, as I began to taste more of the coke. Soon, the glass was almost empty,
and he took it away and finished it off as he held his dick back in front of my
face. Since I was on my knees, I was eye level with his cock, and eager to get
back to that tasty man-flesh. I was rapidly learning to love sucking cock.

Without a word, my lips parted and enveloped his warm member again, sliding
wetly down his shaft, over the crown of his head and every vein and ridge for
about four inches. While I sucked, my eyes looked up at him as he gazed very
happily at his loving nephew, and he took out another funny white cigarette,
lit it, then held it down, towards me. "Don't put the end in your mouth, just
get it close and suck in hard, get a little air as you hit it, and don't stop
till you can't suck in any more air. Then hold it all in as long as you can,
got it?" he said. I nodded, and took the end of the joint close and sucked it
in.

It was hotter than the cigarette, and the smoke was a little harder to take in,
but I was getting good at smoking, so it wasn't bad. I held all of it in my
lungs, for a very long time, and when I finally let my breath out, only a small
wisp of smoke came out.

"Again, keep doing it over and over," Rick said. So I hit the joint over and
over, beginning to notice a warm, weird feeling envelope me. Everything got a
little slower and softer, and I began to have trouble keeping up any thoughts.
My tongue felt dry and heavy, and I felt a strong flush of heat hit me as my
mind began reeling.

"Oh, suck me more," Rick cooed, after I had smoked three-fourths of the joint,
"take me all." I was possessed and single-minded now. I wanted wetness in my
mouth and cock and sex and pot and drinking and cigarettes in my life more than
ever. I was ready to become a nasty man.

My lips wet his shaft again, and I was having to work hard to make the saliva
to wet it (I learned shortly after this that pot leaves you dry like that, so
you have to work at it.) My head bobbed quicker, and Rick finished the joint
and revelled in the service I was giving him. What a great afternoon for both
of us.

Finally, Rick looked down and said, "I really want to fuck your ass." I knew
from the boys at school what "fuck" meant. It meant dick in hole. My hole. My
ass. Shit, I was loving this. If I'd have thought of it, I would have asked
him.

My jeans went down quickly. "Do it to me, Ricky," I moaned. He eased me down
onto hands and knees, got behind me and rubbed spit onto his cock. Then I felt
a pressure against my asshole, a searing pressure as it began to expand. I
tried to move away a little, but Rick held my hips and pushed forward further,
and my ass expanded, finally accepting his head.

Oh, my ass was hurting, all right. But not nearly as bad because of the pot. It
really helped take the edge off...not to mention the booze, too. Rick eased in
farther, being fairly gentle about it, an inch or two at a time. Finally, I
felt his pubic hairs tickling the back of my ass, and in spite of the pain I
felt, I actually giggled. Rick took that to mean that he could pump me now, and
began to pull out and push back in. I accepted the flash of pain, over and over
again, hoping it would go away...and sure enough, it soon did.

Soon, I felt nothing but the delicious glide of a warm, hard shaft up my
asshole, enjoying the throbs, and feeling the growing effects of that delicious
weed I had smoked. I looked to my right, and sure enough, there was a third
joint on the coffee table, and I raised up a little and picked it up, lighting
it and taking hit after hit. Rick looked around at me and smiled while he
steadily pumped my ass, motioning with his hand that he wanted some too. After
half of the joint, I passed it back, hearing him take long hits as his cock
plunged in and out of me.

My body quivered and my mind went numb as I experienced a myriad of pleasures.
Rick sped up, and soon my ass was feeling the impact of his groin as he fucked
into my slippery hole hard and deep. I looked back and watched his face screw
up, just like it did before he shot his cum on the tape.

"Unhhh," he cried out, as I felt long throbs race up the length of his
wonderful pole, and a new, hot wetness spew into me. It thrilled me and I
pressed back against him, knowing that I was taking his cum.

He held himself inside me for a minute, then pulled his rapidly shrinking prick
from my ass, and I noticed it was glistening with a film of his wetness. My own
cock was bouncing uncontrollably, ignored all this time but rapidly making
itself known to me. Rick leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue entering my
mouth, and we kissed like the fervent lovers we had just become.

He smiled. "Now it's my turn to suck you," Rick murmurred into my ear, and I
eagerly turned to place my cock near his lips. He swiftly enveloped me, and it
was my turn to feel the wonderful feeling of being engulfed. Stoned, a little
drunk, and very horny, I watched Rick bob up and down on my five inch shaft,
burying his nose in my new pubic hairs. I lasted all of two minutes, then felt
a wonderful release as my mind spun and the world shrank away. I was cumming!!
Oh, I could feel every thick jet spurt out, long wet streams of my sperm
pouring into his mouth! He swallowed, holding my shaft deep, and feeling his
throat constrict set off another wave of spurts.

"Fuck, yes," I said when I had stopped cumming. I had been masturbating for two
years now, jerking my meat almost every day, and I had already cum quite a few
times. But nothing as wonderful as this. Rick moved up to me again, kissing me,
and as our tongues met, I tasted my own cum, a thick dollop that he shoved into
my mouth. Its salty flavor lingered as I swallowed greedily, still kissing my
new sex partner.

Soon, my high began to disappear, and I noticed a pain returning to my ass. It
was slight, not really worth thinking about, just a dull ache, and I vowed to
continue fucking as much as possible. I asked Rick if we could do this again,
and he grinned and said hell yes. He also told me that I should try to get some
girls coming by, and we could fuck them, too. As a newborn slut, I heartily
agreed.


Part II

After learning of sex, drugs and rock and roll from my Uncle Rick, I turned
into a real slut. School was a fucking joke anyway, so I ended up being a
stoner, finding a few girls who were willing to give up pussy or head for dope.
Rick was in hog heaven by now, because he was my supplier of weed, so he ended
up getting laid by some fine young cunts as well.

After I turned fourteen, Rick cut me in on the family secret, a depression on
our property that was just right for growing fine Sinsemilla. Now I had my own
supply of weed (and Rick now had his own supply of sluts.) We still fucked
constantly, usually three or four times a week. It was one of these times,
after I turned 16, that changed my relationship with my Mom forever.

Mom had been having strong headaches for a few weeks, and I noticed one day
when I came home from skipping school that she was smoking a big joint. It was
not unusual for her to be home- hell, she owned her own store now. But she
liked to go into town and get ogled by the men, so she always went.

Her name is Michelle, and she's a very sexy woman. Five foot one, blonde haired
and blue eyed, about 100 pounds of dynamite. Her tits are very large (about 36
D-cups) and that really sets off the rest of her figure. At the time, she was
only 32, and still looked like she was only 21. She didn't get much action,
though, choosing instead to just come home and curl up with a few drinks and
watch TV off the satellite dish. What a fucking Mom for a horndog guy like me
to have, hey?

One day not long after her headache spell, Rick was over for a session with me.
I had just taken his dick deep inside me, and I was hitting my Mom's bong hard
while looking back over my shoulder and begging Rick to shoot his sperm in me.
We were fucking like crazy.

All of a sudden, Rick quit pumping my ass and got very quiet. I took another
hit and looked over my shoulder to see Mom standing there, eyes wide, staring
at us. Holy fucking shit, she'd come home early! Jesus tits!

We froze, too stoned and sex-crazed, not having the slightest clue what to do.
After what seemed like a week, Mom walked right past Rick to me, reached down,
and took the bong away. Was she going to club me with it?

No...she put the stem to her lips, took a long hit, looked down at both of us
and said, "I've been needing to get fucked for a long time." She put the bong
back to my lips and began undressing, shedding her skimpy summer top and shorts
to reveal nothing but her fine glistening body underneath. Her dark, small
nipples were standing way out, and I knew then and there I had fallen in love.

She came down onto the floor next to me, taking the bong from me again, saying,
"Mike, I want to suck you and this weed while Ricky fucks your ass, honey....Do
you mind?" What guy's gonna mind that?

I raised up slightly so she could get underneath me and moaned, "Fuck, Mom,
suck me now, honey." She slid up underneath, her lipstick-coated lips parting
quickly and sliding down my shaft. Heavenly. She sucked me like the slut she
always has been, running her lips down my cock, taking my shaft deep into the
back of her throat while her tongue licked back and forth across the underside
of my shaft. My dick throbbed and twitched in her mouth, as I felt Rick
continue pumping, screwing my ass harder now because he was so fucking turned
on.

So was I. Mom (Michelle) had been sucking me for about five minutes, taking my
(by now- I'm 16 now, remember?) eight inch shaft deeper and deeper, almost down
to the base, alternating her lips between me and the bong. She was rapidly
becoming stoned out of her fucking mind, and I made another one of life's
little decisions. She was going to be my whore, my slut, her sex was going to
be given to me. I was gonna be number one in her life from now on.

The thought that she was gonna be my new woman made me lose control, and I shot
what seemed like a quart of sperm in the first shot. I didn't bother to tell
Michelle it was coming, either, she just looked up and seemed to know. Our eyes
met on that first spurt, and I could tell by watching her throat swallow over
and over that she wanted to feel my load deep in her tummy. Swallowed or shot
up inside her, she wanted it. I gave her eight or nine thick shots of my cum,
which she accepted completely, not even taking her mouth from my shaft. Not one
single drop was left in my cock or her mouth; she had swallowed it all. She
moved up from underneath me to give me a quick kiss, which rapidly turned into
a longer one, then looked over my shoulder to watch Rick pound into me as he
rapidly began to climax inside.

"Oh, yes, Rick, shoot it into my Mike's ass, baby," she purred at him as he
pumped his thick goo into me. She looked at me and mouthed "You're my Mike
now," and smiled a catty smile at me, then moved back to take her brother's
prick in her hand, stroking it to pull the last strands of cum from his meat.

As she went past me, I looked down at her fine ass and noticed how dripping wet
her cunt was. I became instantly hard again, and I had every intention of
taking her. I moved behind her and pressed forward, pulling her into me by her
hips. She looked back and smiled, then pressed back harder to take more of me.
As our eyes met a second time, I said to her clearly, "And now you're my
Michelle." She smiled more and nodded at me, as my shaft sank its full eight
inches inside. I felt the head of my cock touch deeper inside, her canal
narrowing and tightening around me, and with a last little push, I felt her
cervix touch the tip of my dick.

I still had a little room to press forward, and felt the tight neck of her womb
give a little as I bottomed out my cock, down to the base, my balls resting
against her legs. This was unbelievable! I was a mother fucker now- no, I think
we both understood by mutual agreement now that all bets were off. We'd be
living together now as lovers.

She arched back against me as I somewhat jealously watched Rick bow down to
suck her tits, his hand moving to her cunt from the front side. I felt his
finger circle her clit, and she rotated her hips against his hand and pushed
back against me harder. I stroked into her, pulling out half way, then lunging
fluidly back inside, not too hard. We kept up this rythm for a little while,
and then Mom (no, Michelle) began to get serious about her fucking.

She pushed Rick away slightly and said, " Fuck my mouth while Mike fucks my
pussy, Rick." Then she went down on all fours and opened wide. Rick, only too
happy to oblige, reached up and grasped the sides of her face gently, then
eased his dick forward into her mouth. Now we began to fuck in earnest.

I went at her pussy hard, as her juices flowed. Rick rapidly matched my pace,
and soon we were sending our meat deep into her mouth and cunt. I felt a
familiar quiver, just like the girls at school, a sucking by those sweet lips
holding my cock in an embrace. The quivers began to grow longer and sharper,
pulling at my foreskin each time I withdrew. I could see Michelle's lips doing
the same to Rick's shaft, and he groaned again as he neared the edge.

I was rapidly approaching the edge myself, when I felt a hard squeezing and a
hot gush of her cum run down my hard pole. Mom was cumming on my cock! I
couldn't hold back any longer, plunging in deep, planting my cock deep inside
and spraying a second creamy load of my thick sperm. She moaned around Rick's
shaft as he began spilling his seed, sucking him so hard that his thighs began
twitching and he almost lost his balance.

What a mind-blowing experience. Fucking my Mom. Shooting a load in her mouth.
Smoking pot with her. Damn, what the hell is going on? It felt like a dream,
but it felt like the best dream I'd ever had. Michelle lifted up and turned her
head towards me, my dick slipping out of her gooey hole to hang down between
her legs.

Her hand reached up behind my head and pulled her toward me for a kiss. "Mike,
that was great, honey. I haven't had sex for months now, and I've needed it so
much. You were so good, baby. And big...I can't believe you're mine," she
added, smiling coyly. Rick stood up and skulked out of the room, going to get a
beer since he wasn't getting the attention.


Part III

Later, after Rick had left, Michelle and I sat down to have a talk. I was all
for it, because I was not stupid enough to ignore the fact that things had
changed, and we needed to get things worked out.

Michelle (she insisted that I call her that now- "It seems silly to call me Mom
when you're my lover, and you are," she had told me) fixed me a bourbon as we
sat down on the sofa.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, knowing what a pervert my brother is,
but it was a shock to see you and him fucking, just the same," she said.

"Mom - I mean, Michelle- I don't know what to say about it all, except that I
loved fucking you more."

"Don't get me wrong, Mike. I don't mind you being bisexual at all, but I had no
idea that you were having sex at all...or smoking pot for that matter. It seems
like I've missed seeing you grow up, and maybe missed helping you not do some
of the things I did wrong. But it's too late to change anything, especially
now, because I want you more, and I know I can't stop. I just wish I could have
been here to keep you from turning into a party slut like me," she sighed.

I grinned slyly, reaching for her cigarettes, and said, "There's alot you don't
know about me, Michelle, but one thing I will tell you right now, I love being
a party slut. A male slut. I don't have a problem with that, and you're right,
it's too late for either of us to do anything about it now but enjoy it."
Lighting up a cigarette, I blew the smoke at the ceiling and murmurred, "At
least I don't have to hide anything from you anymore."

She smiled. "What do you have to hide now? You and I have done alot and learned
alot about each other in one evening....there's not much left that will be new
after this. Not that I mind, but nothing else would shock me at this point."

I nodded. "True."

She touched my arm and said, "There are a couple of things we need to discuss,
though. First, what do we do about your brother Mark finding out? And second,
we need to talk about how we are going to keep this quiet from everyone else."

"Shit, Michelle, I don't know what to do about it. My guess is we just tell
Mark the truth about us....he's 12 now, and I know he's learning about things
the same way I did."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, Rick and I have been fucking for over three years now, so what I'm
saying is that he's about the same age I was when I started doing all this," I
replied.

"Do you think he's ready for all this? Really?"

"Maybe not. So I guess we'll just have to let things be for a while longer,
until he's old enough to cope with it," I said.

"And do you think he'll want to fuck me? Would you be mad if he and I did?" she
asked anxiously, watching me closely now.

"I'm sure he's gonna want to fuck you, and no, I won't be mad if you two do," I
chuckled.

She relaxed and said, "Well, it would be bound to happen if I told him,
wouldn't it? And I'm not going to deny him any more than I could deny wanting
you."

It was my turn to be anxious. "You wanted me?"

She grinned. "Well, I'd never really thought about it, but seeing you there
just set me off. Now that I've had a chance to think about it more, I like it,
and I know I will like it with Mark when the time comes. Hopefully soon," she
added with a lustful smile.

I changed to a new thought. "What if I get you pregnant?"

She grinned wickedly at me. "Well, I'm not going to fight it. If you want me
pregnant, then do it, son. That's the last time you'll ever hear me call you
that, because now we're gonna live together as lovers. And if my lover gets me
pregnant, then I'll have his baby and be a good Mommy for him."

I was instantly aroused again, my cock flexing in my shorts. "Wow, Michelle,
you are such a hot fucking whore. I want to get you pregnant now. You shouldn't
have said anything if you didn't mean it."

She reached for a cigarette. Lighting it, taking a long drag, and then blowing
it sensuously out, she looked over her shoulder as a wisp of smoke trailed up
from the side of her mouth and said, "Then get me pregnant with your baby as
soon as possible, because I want to have one with you." Ah, the essence of
southern living...nothing is ruled out.

"Oh yeah," I said, damn near speechless.

Michelle wasn't. "This calls for a celebration," she said. "A fuck me and get
me pregnant party, since I can't get fucked up while I'm carrying your baby."
She reached for her purse and pulled a plastic bag from inside it, loaded with
rich, green marijuana. She took the bong from the table, and packed what looked
to be almost a dime of weed into it, holding it up to my lips as she lit it.
This was gonna be all right.

I took a deep hit while putting out my cigarette. I held it in while Michelle
took a huge hit, holding it and grinning at me. I took the bong for a second
big hit, and we traded back and forth. After half a bowl, she reached across to
kiss me as she held the smoke inside, and as our tongues met, I felt a warm
rush of air as she exhaled straight into me. We began to relax and feel so
good, trading French hits, until the bowl had run out.


Part IV

I stood up a little shakily, helping Michelle up as we began to meander back to
OUR room. Upon making it past the door, I flung it closed, and stripped my
shorts down. Michelle wasn't hesitating either. She was ready to take my baby.
Her robe was off and she lay down on the bed, motioning me over to her. I came
over and she guided my cock to a point next to her lips, where she moved
forward to envelope it completely. My half-rigid cock was steadily flexing up
and down, stiffening in her mouth as she slowly moved up and down my shaft,
savoring my taste.

My hand wandered down to her thigh, slowly tracing its way up to her clit. Her
trimmed pussy was luscious, a bright wet pink, and her small opening was
beginning to pout, as a cloudy trickle of cum began to seep from her. My finger
circled around her clit, causing her hips to swivel back and forth, as her legs
parted more and her mouth began to speed up the pace of her sucking.

What a fantastic blow-job, and I knew what was to come. But first, I wanted to
taste her pussy, where I had come from, and where we were now determined to
make my own baby. I pulled my cock away from her lips, and moved down the bed
to kneel close to her pussy. My tongue slowly began to trace a pattern through
her sweet tuft of hair, and then slid its way down across her clit. I left it
there, flicking it gently a few times, as she gasped. Then I eased my tongue
farther down, parting her pussy and pushing forward to taste the milky dew she
was pouring out.

Delicious. My tongue went to work immediately, liking back and forth across the
slick inner walls of her cunt as she began to lift her hips up to meet me. I
thrust my tongue in and out of her faster, as she began to build up to a heavy
climax.

We were both fucking stoned out of our minds. I kept up my tonguing until she
began to make mewing noises, and that's when I lost it. "Oh, God damn, I'm
gonna fuck you so hard, baby," I shouted, raising up and plunging down on her,
driving my full eight inches all the way inside her with one thrust.

"Fuck yes, Mike, give me your dick...fuck me, honey, give me your sperm," she
screamed, pumping her hips in time to meet me thrust for thrust. We grunted and
rutted like animals, unable to conceal what we had anymore. We were in lust. My
shaft plunged down deeper, plowing into her depths, each time pressing hard
against her cervix and feeling it give way. More and more thrusts, each time a
little deeper.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "God damn, give me sperm now, shoot it all
the fucking way into me." At the same instant, I lunged forward and felt the
head of my dick penetrate her cervix completely, going slightly into her womb,
as my balls constricted. I held my cock inside her as a massive throb ran up
the length of my shaft, and a thick, hot jet of my incestuous seed poured fully
into her. More spurts came after it, long thick jets, streams of hot, fertile
sperm pouring into her. Finding their destination...impregnating my Michelle.
My woman who is also my mother.


Part V

As I write this, I am sitting on our sofa at home. My thirteen year old
daughter, Kelley, is lighting up a bong now, staring at the cock she is about
to suck greedily. My brother is fucking Michelle, who is sucking my 12 year old
son, Lance. I am watching a family that is thoroughly devoted to incest. Drugs,
yeah sure....that's how we get by, selling the pot we grow. But at least we're
happy. Soon we'll be happier, because I will be impregnating my daughter. I
can't wait.

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