The Reverend Joshua and His Emma Ch. 06

"I was just like this" Rose almost whispered, so erotically Emma was instantly creamy slippery between her legs, her thighs hot, her breasts flushed, as her Grandma Rose pressed gently on her nipple, "at your age, too" she smiled. "My nipples would get so hard they ached" she beamed knowingly at Emma. "Do your nipples ache like that sometimes too, Em, like your Grandma Rose's do?" Emma nodded, her eyes slightly closed, her mouth open. "Nnn-hnn, ... yes, they do" she purred, glancing up under her eyelashes at her Grandma Rose flirtatiously aroused.

Em, delighted in the sensation of her nipple being touched so provocatively by her beautiful grandmother noticed her Grandma's nipples poking through her dress just like Em's so often did, and Em wanted to tell her Grandma Rose about finding her wooden stick in her trunk in the attic.

Em wanted to touch her Rose's nipples, too, and her Grandma Rose let her. They just smiled at each other, without saying a word, both their faces flush with excitement, their breathing slowed, time standing still, the silence of the prairie swelling around them.

Emma wondered what her Grandma's breasts looked like. She wanted to see them, and just then imagined giving her grandma a bath, like she and Daddy gave each other, and how wonderful it would be to soap another woman's breasts, to have her breasts touched by another woman, soapy and slippery wet.

Emma knew how good it made her feel, and she wanted to make her Grandma Rose feel good, too. Emma knew right then the devil still got into Grandma Rose as she thought about her Grandma's large breasts and her hard nipples poking through her dress, and imagined herself sucking her grandma's nipples, sucking the devil from her if she needed her to.

Emma felt warm and tingly around her Grandma the rest of the day, wondering if perhaps Grandma Rose would return the favor of sucking her breasts for her, too, if perhaps she'd give Emma a bath, if perhaps she would lick Emma's hot little cunny like her father did. Emma quivered inside, that warm feeling in her belly. Emma decided she would like that very much. She liked how when they'd catch eyes, they'd share a little sparkling something between each other, two girls knowing what the other was thinking, feeling.

"Night Grandma Rose, night Papa" Emma said half asleep already from under her Papa's bed covers, his bed smelling so freshly of him, of their love making, her soothed, knowing soon Daddy would climb in bed with her, that they'd share the same bed, and Grandma Rose would be just across the room in Em's bed.

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Rose's large round breasts spilled from the top of her corset, her thigh-high stockings so sexy, her bare upper thighs, her shaven pussy so stunning and giving her a very young-girl looking appearance, her slender, lovely figure so stunningly feminine as she kneeled between her son's open legs sitting back in his chair.

"Ohhh Mother, yess" Joshua whispered out, hushed and throaty, not wanting to wake his little girl asleep in his bed. She'd been so sleepy after the long day with her Grandma, he put her to bed in his bed so his mother could sleep in Em's, and now, his mother was sucking his hugely hard cock, her tiny hands as small as Emma's, her hair, her eyes, all Emma's too, an older, 45-year-old version of little Em, as Emma slept just feet away from them, from this licentious act, mother and son.

Emma and Rose could be sisters, he thought, twins practically, and the thought made Joshua's cock harder imagining his mother's hands around him. He'd forgotten how much taller he was than his mother, how petite she was, that something childlike about her, and her grapefruit sized breasts on her petite little frame, always threatening to break through the laces of her tightly fitted dresses, how he'd fantasized about her breasts when he was a boy, and how he couldn't stop looking at them all day, and how Rose had noticed, how he wondered if they were as beautiful as his little Emma's breasts.

Rose was half undressed behind the curtain when she saw her son, shirtless, his dress pants he'd worn just for her arrival on the train, undone, his erection obvious from across the room as he sat down in his chair to remove his socks and boots.

He was thinking of his little girl, the sex they'd shared just that night before, and how he'd be climbing into bed with her, with his mother there in the same room. How he wanted he and Emma to fuck with his mother, Emma's grandmother in the same room. He thought of his mother's breasts, how he'd love to see them, to suck on them, to make his own mother wet for him. He imagined fucking her, he and Em, fucking her. He'd seen Emma staring at her grandmother's breasts, her mouth, her lips held a certain way, he knew, wondering what she would taste like.

Rose slipped on her sheer robe, already naked from the waist down except for her stockings, and stepped from behind the curtain. Approaching Joshua just as he sat down, Rose offered quietly, "It's a woman's job to remove her man's boots and socks, or her son's" she smiled as she kneeled in front of Joshua's chair just like Em had done those first few nights ago.

Shimmying the Reverends boots from his feet Rose looked up to see the v-shape at the underside of the swollen thick helmet of her son's cock, her son's erection slipped past the tie of his undergarment.

Her pussy was already wet doing this act of service, for her son, and seeing how large her son's cock was, she waddled on her knees closer in between his until her breasts lay on the shelf of her son's groin and inner thighs. She could feel the heat of his balls through her robe.

Joshua and Rose looked into each others eyes.

"Son, there are other things that, well, it's a woman's, ... duty, to do for her, man, and... for, her, son" she breathed looking down at the head of his cock as she reached out and touched it, as she wrapped her tiny fingers around and around the bloated thick meat of her son's erection.

"Ohh, Mother" Joshua moaned out as he reached out and placed his hand on his mother's cheek, as she pulled his cock out, and began to stroke it up and down.

As if in a trance Rose stared at the hunk of her son's flesh, hot and swollen in her little hand. "Things a woman can do for her son" she breathed out, "should do, for her, son."

Rose opened her sheer robe, let it fall from her sensuously soft shoulders revealing her lovely breasts her swollen hard nipples pressed up and out in her corset, her nipples like strawberries, like Em's, her bald bare sex glowing between her legs at the tops of her stockings, her sexy bare belly so perfectly feminine, like Em's.

Reverend Joshua moaned a hissing "yesss" as his mother leaned forward, moaned "motherrr" as he pulled her by her hair down to his cock, "suck me" as his mother opened her mouth, sucking him, pressing her tongue against his manhood as Reverend Joshua's head rolled back.

Rose sucked on her son's massive erection, larger than his father's had been, as large as any man's cock she'd sucked.

Rose loved the feel of cock in her mouth, a man in her mouth. The taste and smell of her son's manhood, much bigger, a man's cock now, the scent of his balls, a man's smell, and it made her pussy gush as she bobbed up and down, moaning in rhythm, her hips swiveling and humping with her wicked lust, her wicked excitement sucking her own son's huge cock, her hourglass figure, her hips, her lovely bottom wagging behind her.

Rose had admitted to herself many, many years earlier that she was indeed a wicked, wicked woman. She admitted that she loved cock. That while she was a one-man woman, her man, her salvation, she was an independent, strong, intelligent woman, studied and fully her own person. She loved being completely a woman, under her man, there to be his instrument of pleasure.

Joshua's hands on either side of her head, guiding her, his fingers wrapped in her long hair, Rose pulled her mouth from her son's throbbing cock.

"Do you like this, son, do you like it, when mommy" she gushed "... sucks your cock, baby? "Does my Reverend son" Rose's cunny purred with excitement, the naughtiness of not only sucking off her son, but her son the Reverend, "do you like, mommy's, mouth, my hot wet mouth, on your stiff hard cock, baby? Mmm, mommy loves you in mommy's mouth, baby. Let mommy make you feel good. Let mommy suck you, take care of you, so you sleep well, with our little Emma, baby. Just lay back and let mommy take care of her boy."

Rose sucked her son's cock back into her hot wet mouth before he could answer, not really expecting an answer, knowing the answer, expertly licking him, eagerly sucking him, pulling on his thick man-flesh, his huge daddy-cock as she looked pleadingly up into Joshua's eyes.

Joshua held her by her hair, looked at her, his breathing ragged, his mouth open, his eyes flashing back at his mother an unadulterated lust and pushed her mouth back over him. He glanced over his shoulder at Emma in his bed, his lovely daughter, watched her curves, pictured her sucking him, too. The moment he felt a sense of loyalty to Emma, his mother took him deep in her throat.

Rose sucked her son, moaning, turning her head, bobbing up and down, her son's hugely hard cock in her throat, pleased that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, her forearms on his sturdy thick thighs, and she gasped, humping her now dripping wet cunt on his leg where Joshua had pressed it against her, for her. She smashed her hot nipples and breasts into his hot aching balls, licking him, cleaning him, his mother bathing his cock with her kisses as she looked up from Joshua's cock, and seemingly, for Joshua, out of nowhere whispered, panted "Baby? Mommy, needs, a Daddy, too, baby" excited by her own openness to her son, excited by what she suspected between he and Emma, excited by her own incestuous desire, for her son, for her granddaughter, for the memory of her own father. She'd fantasized about this moment for years, and now here she was, her son's huge erection in her tiny hands, at last in her hot sucking mouth, her loving mouth.

"Mommy, needs you ... to be mommy's Daddy, too, just like, ... you are, to, our little Emma. Will you, be, ... my Daddy, too?" Rose pleaded so softly, pulling on Joshua's cock in her little hands, "Will you?" she whimpered, sucking him back into her mouth.

Joshua groaned out loud, trying to be quiet, concerned Emma would be hurt if Emma woke, pictured her that afternoon, the way she looked at his mother Rose, and knew that, no, she would join them.

Rose murmured so sexily, so hot and aroused, by her own words.

"Daddy, I want to be your good girl too, Papa, to suck your cock some more, Daddy." She looked up at him again with the most imploring eyes. "May I, Daddy? Please, may your Rose make Daddy feel good, some more?" she purred.

Joshua touched his mothers cheek, and smiled at her. "Yes, baby. Daddy needs his girls."

Rose flushed hot, sucking in her breath at his words, her eyes flashing big looking deeply, hotly into her son's eyes, stared back at her son's cock as it lurched in her tiny hand, and smiled as she began pulling on him.

"Oh Daddy, you like that, don't you, Daddy? You like my little hands, don't you" she whispered excitedly, "my mouth, being in my hot little mouth, don't you, Papa? You do, you like my little voice, don't you... Papa" she giggled "your lil Rose likes her Papa's big cock in my hands, Daddy, feels so good in my little hands. So hot, Daddy, so big in my hands. It's throbbing in my hands, Papa, does it hurt? Can I make it feel better, Daddy? Can your little Rose make it feel better, make it stop hurting for you, Daddy?"

Rose continued to excite her son by openly provoking him with his little girl's name. "Does little Emma like it in her tiny hands too, Papa?" Rose felt herself gush between her legs. "Does, little Em, like ... her father's big cock, his big, hard, cock, as much as your little Rose, Daddy?" she whispered, purposefully taunting, seducing her son into admitting he and Emma were fucking each other, father and daughter. "Do you like this" wrapping her breast around her son's hugely hard cock, sliding his cock between her soft pillow breasts, "do you like it when Em does this for you too, Papa?"

Rose felt her son's cock lurch again, and knew, "Ohhh Daddy, she does, doesn't she Papa? Nnnnn Daddyyy, your big cock keeps getting so excited every time I say our little Em's name, Daddy. Maybe if your little girl pulled on you, Papa, like this" Rose continued to Jack hers son's cock, now with both hands, her breasts bunched up in her arms, against her son's cock in her hands, cupping his hot balls so full of cum, looking up at him with wicked perverse dancing playful flashing eyes.

"Daddy? Is this how Em pulls on you, Daddy?" Rose slid her fists slippery with her son's pre-cum up and down Joshua's erection, rolling over the head, jacking him, knowing now that he was fucking his daughter, his little Emma, her beautiful little Emma, his pre-cum spilling out over her tiny fists, turning her on even more.

"Ohhh Daddy, that feels good, doesn't it, Daddy?" she cooed. "Your girls pulling on Papa's big hard cock, hard for his girls, nnn-hnnn, my Daddy likes that, don't you, Papa? Do you like your little Rose's big tits, Papa? I do too, Daddy. I love sucking my own nipples, Daddy, having my nipples sucked, love pulling on your cock, rubbing my big tits on my Daddy's hard cock. You're so hard, Papa, you do love my big tits, don't you? Wanted to suck them for me, haven't you? Ohhhh, Daddy, yes, so hard for your lil Rose. I think Emma wanted to suck you too, Papa, for so long." Joshua groaned. "Your little Rose likes it too, Papa, I love it, Papa" Rose moaned, imagining her son fucking their sexy Emma, her grand daughter.

"Maybe if, maybe if I kissed it, like this ..." Rose touched her lips to Joshua's cock again, "Mmm, it's so hot, Daddy, why is it so hot Papa, is it so hot for me, Daddy?" she beamed. "Maybe if I put it in my mouth, Daddy, maybe you'd like that, Papa, maybe it'd feel much better in your good little girl's mouth, Papa? Maybe if your little Rose sucks on it some more" Rose accentuated her voice, looking bashfully up at her son. "Maybe if your little girls rub our breasts on you Daddy, maybe Daddy's cock will spill its milk in my little mouth, Papa. Would you like that, Papa, to cum in my mouth?" and with that Rose sucked Joshua back into her hot mouth as Joshua breathed loudly, as he groaned, picturing his little Emma, beside himself with his mother's brazen sexual gloating, tonguing her son's raging hard cock, sucking, pulling, jacking her son's manhood. "I love my Papa's cum" she moaned. "Maybe, Papa, will let me n' Em, your two girls, suck our Daddy's cock, together? Would Papa like that?" Joshua growled a long vehement convinced, yes, and Rose beamed, sucking him hard into her mouth, moaning on his cock.

Rose continued to whisper naughty, suggestive things about his little girls, dirty wicked things, making her son's cock surge with each word, about his little Emma, sucking his cock into her throat, his daughter, each time his cock throbbing harder, wanting to make him cum in her hot little mouth, wanting her son's cum in his mother's mouth, to suck her son's sweet hot cum, his seed, to be his little girl, too, just like Emma.

"Just like our little Em does, Daddy" Rose whispered hotly in a frenzy of pure carnal lust, "suck you, just like your little Emma, take turns sucking our Papa, our Papa's hot hard Daddy-cock, into our hot little mouths, pull on our Papa's big hard wet Daddy-cock ..." she groaned, sucking her son back into her mouth, swirling her tongue on her son's throbbing hot erection.

Joshua could only groan at the images of his daughter and his mother sucking him, his girl's, together, taking turns sucking on their Daddy's cock, their little hands wrapped around his thick swollen manhood, their mouths touching, their tongues touching.

Images of her own father's cock in her mouth, Rose began cumming without even touching herself, humping her son's lower leg, pressing her breasts into his thrusting groin, even before Joshua's cock got thicker and harder, himself about to explode in his gorgeous mother's sucking mouth, down her throat.

Rose groaned louder, her own orgasm ripping through her as her son, the Reverend Joshua, shot load after load of his hot cum down his mother's throat, into her hot sucking little mouth wrapped over his huge pole.

Memories, images, of her sucking her own father's cock, loving sucking her own father's huge cock into her hot wanton little mouth, his hot cum pouring down her throat, his huge cock in her tight little pussy flooded through Rose's imagination.

Her father cumming inside her in their bed all alone in the cabin she grew up in. Their climbing into bed together, both already aroused anticipating their secret forbidden love, their pretending they had to share a bed because it was so cold, the feeling of their hot nakedness sending them both into a sexual frenzy, fucking each other to sleep, her father's cock soft still inside her, her bottom pressed to him, his tummy hot on her back, his arms around her, how she would hold his arms around her, snuggle back into him.

Rose loved being fucked by her father. She loved sucking him as he pretended to sleep. This game of pretend excited her, their secret, as if they weren't, as if neither of them knew, could stop it. She loved laying her cheek on his belly as he gently raised his hips up and down fucking his long hard thick cock in and out of her wet sucking loving mouth. She loved how he would put his big hands on the back of her head, pull her hair together in his fist when he came, holding her mouth on him, his cock pulsing and jumping in her throat, as he groaned out loud into the silent absorbing privacy of the cabin, as he whispered, lullaby'ed "Good girl, thats Papa's good girl, such a good girl for Papa. So hot on Daddy's cock. Love my little girl. Love my little, Rose."

She loved how she would wake to her Papa licking her slick little cunny, her legs lewdly spread-open for him, her gown pushed up above her hips, his hands on her inner thighs holding her open, so beautiful, licking her, sucking her, fucking her with his tongue, fingering her until she would practically bounce off the bed, cumming, again, and again.

She loved how her father would slide inside her, his weight on her, as he fucked that huge thing inside her, spreading her open, filling her, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, whispered hotly into his ears, "Fuck me, Papa, nnn, yess, fuck your little girl, Daddy, love, that thick cock in my tight little cunny, Papa, nnn, fuck my little cunny, Papa, yess, fuck your good girl, Papa." How she would snuggle with her Daddy, and drift off to sleep again as if nothing had happened, as if it were just a dream, but it wasn't. It was a delicious ceremony. A ritual. Little Rose knew then that she was born for this, that she loved it, that she couldn't get enough of it, be damned the devil, be damned all the rest of it, she loved cock, especially her Daddy's cock.

As time went by, she and her Papa became lovers openly fucking each other, randomly, all through the day, the farmhouse their private love den. She gave herself to him whenever he wanted her, gladly. She knew him so well, she knew when he needed her. Her entire being would vibrate with his lust. She would stand before him, and wait for his permission, unbuckle his belt, release him, and suck her father's fat swollen cock into her loving mouth. She'd suck and suck, until, her father was close, and then she would look him in his eyes, and say in the most innocent of lust filled voices, "You can cum in my mouth, if you want to, Papa" and she would wait for his response, always the same, and always making her shudder, her little cunny vibrate, "Would you like Daddy to cum in your little mouth, baby, would that please you?" Sometimes Rose would be so overcome, all she could do was nod as if hypnotized, before sucking him back into her willing little mouth, sucking off her father.