1. The Jacksons Incest: Durham Bitch Gotta Fuckable Arse


    Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Source: sexstories.com

    DURHAM BITCH GOTTA FUCKABLE ARSE In Durham, there are bitches--cheap bitches, overpriced bitches. Alma Shade didn't look the expensive type. Dressed in a thigh-high mini dress, kitten heels, and hauling a Baguette bag, she stepped towards Gavin and Elijah gracefully like she was a famous model, swinging her huge hips left then right, fanning her supersize breasts. Elijah let saliva splash down his widened mouth. He asked his dad, "Are you certain that woman is my aunt, and not a porn star?" Gavin knocked some sense into his son's head for the fifth time. "She is your aunt, Elijah. Your aunt--your mother's young sister for sanity's sake! Don't you try to fuck her. If you do, I swear I am going to chop off your dick. I am not going to tolerate anymore incest in my house. Do you hear that?" Elijah scowled at his unwary dad and grumbled a reluctant, "Yes, sir." "Good kid," Gavin Jackson commented and turned around to salute their guest from England. To be truthful, Elijah was not a kid anymore. He was a fully-grown man, nineteen years old. As soon as Alma drew near him, he found it hard to take his beguiled eyes off her. She was beautiful and seductive-shaped. He would never say, "No," to any slight chance put at his disposal of sleeping with her. That day she was going to spread her legs open for him, he was surely going to squeeze her nice butt behind and snuggle her breasts and peck her throat also. While Alma crawled into their Mercedes-Maybatch S600 parked outside McCarran ... International Airport, Elijah stared at her wiggling ass, standing still. Shit, he thought: This Durham bitch gotta fuckable arse, ain't she? Yeah.....she got one surely! He licked his tongue cravingly. Gavin noticed him and pinched his ear straight away. "Ouch!" Elijah moaned, "You are hurting me, dad. I swear that hurts." Gavin promptly let go off him, giving him a scolding eye. Alma was a bad, bad bitch. That is what Calvin's five senses told him. She belonged to that class of women who feigned a godly nanny in white apron when the Lady of the House was around, and quickly undressed to panties and tights once she was away, so they could easily tempt her Man of the House and fuck him whichever style he craved. While they were marching towards each other in the long corridor, Alma dragged Gavin by his hand into a nearby room, where she locked the door hastily and began to unbutton his shirt while kissing his lips. "I am in need of a few bucks, Mr. Jackson," she breathed sweetly into his face. She smelled spicy-like, more than his wife, Beverly, often did. "If you are willing to help me out, I am also prepared to gratify your every need. I will do whatever dirty thing you wish us to, warranted that you are going to manage my financial needs. What do you say to my nice proposal?" Gavin was not able to think twice. Like a drug, Alma stripped him of his ability to reason. He held her smooth ass--that breathtaking ass he had always longed to hold. Now it was made available to him! ...
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