Primal Vows: A Forbidden Family Inferno
Below the glittering skyline of the city, in our sleek downtown loft, the air hummed with unspoken hungers. I’d catch glimpses—Sophia, my firecracker daughter, all lean muscle from her yoga gigs, sauntering in micro-shorts that barely cupped her firm cheeks. Elena, her mother, my ex in spirit if not on paper, lounged in lace teddies that clung like second skin, stirring eggs shirtless some mornings. Their eyes locked, lips brushed, and I’d freeze, cock twitching against my thigh.
Chapter 1: Simmering Flames | Chapter 2: Midnight Confessions | Jump to Chapter 3 | Chapter 4: The Emerald Prize | Chapter 5: Birthday Reckoning | Chapter 6: Eternal Claim
Chapter 1: Simmering Flames 🔥
The loft smelled of fresh coffee and jasmine oil, Elena’s ritual scent. I stepped in from blueprints scattered across my architect’s desk downtown, loosening my tie. Sophia perched on the kitchen island, legs swinging, in a crop top that exposed the dip of her navel. Elena stirred oatmeal, her silk robe gaping just enough to reveal the swell of her heavy breasts, nipples dark against pale skin.
“Evening, handsome,” Elena purred, not turning. Sophia’s gaze flicked to me, wicked spark in her green eyes. She hopped down, ass flexing under denim cutoffs, and pressed against Elena from behind. Their mouths met in a slow grind, tongues visible, slick sounds echoing off marble counters.
My throat tightened. Six months since they’d confessed their twisted dance. I’d jerked to their stolen videos, but seeing it raw? Primal instinct clawed my gut. “Ladies,” I managed, voice gravel.
Sophia broke the kiss, lips glossy. “Hey, Dad. Hungry?” She licked a smear of oatmeal from Elena’s spoon, eyes never leaving mine. Elena laughed low, throaty, turning to hoist Sophia back onto the counter. Their kiss deepened, hands roaming—Sophia’s fingers tangling in Elena’s raven waves, Elena’s nails scraping Sophia’s thighs.
I leaned against the doorframe, bulge straining. The scent of their arousal hit me, musky and sweet, mingling with breakfast steam. Primal. That’s what it was—raw, animal pull shredding civility.
Flashback hit: the night they spilled it. Elena straddling Sophia on our sectional, grinding to gasping release while I pretended sleep in the next room. I’d fisted my cock silently, shame burning hotter than lust.
Now, Elena glanced over, smirking. “Join us later, Victor? Or watch from afar?” Sophia moaned into her mouth, legs parting invitingly.
I bolted to the shower, water scalding my skin as I stroked furiously, imagining plunging between them.
Weeks blurred. Sophia’s outfits shrunk—thong bikinis for poolside lounging on our balcony, Elena matching in sheer sarongs. I’d walk in on them scissoring on the rug, hips bucking, cries muffled by pillows. One afternoon, Elena pinned Sophia against the fridge, fingers buried knuckle-deep in her daughter’s dripping heat. Sophia’s head lolled back, whimpering, “Mom… fuck, right there.”
The slap of skin, tangy salt on the air. My primal roar stayed caged, but my hand found my zipper every time.
Nights, Elena dressed to kill—crimson gowns hugging her curvy hips, smoky eyes. Sophia bounced in simpler jeans and tees, letting her shine. “Mom’s mine tonight,” Sophia’d chirp, locking arms as they skipped out. Texts pinged: clips of Elena fingering Sophia in a dark theater alley, lips locked in a jazz club bathroom, patrons oblivious to the mother-daughter frenzy.
One video gutted me: Sophia feeding Elena chocolate mousse in a booth, then dragging her to the restroom. Smearing dessert over Elena’s shaved mound, lapping it clean while Elena gripped the stall, thighs quaking. “Taste us mixed, baby,” Sophia gasped. I came buckets, hating the thrill.
Social feeds fooled the world—candid shots of them hand-in-hand at cafes, Sophia’s gaze burning into Elena’s, primal hunger veiled as affection.
Chapter 2: Midnight Confessions 💋
Sophia’s room became Elena’s haunt. I’d fuck Elena missionary in our bed, her walls clenching my eight inches, but post-climax, she’d slip away, robe discarded. Whimpers filtered through walls—bed creaking, Elena’s commands: “Ride my tongue, girl.”
Distance grew. One night, Sophia cornered me in the hall, tank top askew, nipples pebbled. “Dad, private chat?”
We ducked into the guest bath, tiles cool underfoot. Her vanilla shampoo mixed with pussy musk. “Birthday’s soon. Ring advice?”
My heart thudded. “Wedding?”
She nodded, eyes fierce. “For Mom. Marry her, faux-style. Need your blessing.” Pouty lips, hips swaying. Primal need surged—protect, possess, destroy.
“Tomorrow, antique jeweler downtown,” I rasped. She pecked my cheek, scampered off. Alone, I gripped the sink, cock aching.
Later, Elena pulled me to our bed. “Mia’s gift.” Black box: obsidian strap-on, nine ruthless inches, cuffs, blindfold. Leather and latex reeked promise.
“For her. On her,” Elena breathed, stroking me through slacks. “You watch, then join. DP her—make her ours.”
Hesitation flickered. Our daughter. But her hand pumped, my fingers circling her clit. “She can take us,” I growled. We dry-humped to shuddering peaks, stains blooming. Laughter followed, nerves dissolving in afterglow.
New scene: flashback to beach getaway. We’d rented a cliffside villa. Sophia sunbathed nude, Elena oiled her back, fingers dipping lower. I spied from dunes, stroking to their sixty-nine on the sand, waves crashing symphony to moans. Salt spray on skin, coconut lotion slicking bodies. That ignited it all.
Another night, jealousy boiled. Elena scissored Sophia while I worked late. Home to silence, but sheets tangled, air thick with cum. I raided Sophia’s hamper—panties crusty with their juices—sniffing deep, fisting to frenzy.
Chapter 3: The Emerald Prize
Downtown buzzed, horns blaring. Sophia clung to my arm entering the antique shop, fairy lights twinkling over velvet cases. “So pumped, Dad!”
Jeweler, silver-haired: “Couple shopping?”
“Father-daughter. Ring for her… girlfriend.” Sophia’s fib: older lover, “mommy” kink.
Emerald solitaire gleamed, framing Elena’s olive skin perfectly. Paid, bagged. Outside, Sophia skipped. I halted her. “Talk. Coffee shop restroom.”
Dim fluorescent buzz, cheap soap sting. Door locked. Her eyes welled. “Too fast?”
I pulled her close, waists aligning. “Mom wants you wholly. Ready to claim her?” Embrace tightened. Silence heavy, breaths syncing.
Twirled her to mirror, arm pinned playful-arrest. Hand up skirt, panties soaked. Fingers danced her swollen nub. “Man of the house now? Lessons on owning her.”
“Given up dick?” Spank echoed, cheek blooming pink.
“No—ah!” Smacks rained, hair yanked, neck exposed. “Prove loyalty. Knees.”
She dropped, unzipping eagerly. Amateur sucks—head swirling, gagging deep. Spank. Finger probed her puckered rosebud. Jolt, throat bulge.
“Bend.” Ass presented, cheeks spread, winking invitation. Lube from wallet slicked. Tease: cock rutting slit, thumb circling rim. Fingers invaded—one, two, three, four. Game: “Count ’em.”
Wrongs earned spanks, right cheek fiery. Cock plunged pussy, fingers ass-filling. She bucked, dizzy. “Two? Four?” Finally, full fist tease. Then—shift. Cock breached anus raw, lube scant.
Deep moans. Mirror locked eyes. Pumped slow, claiming virgin ring. Turned her, legs hoisted, devoured pussy to ass with tongue, tasting tang and earth. Re-entered, inches feeding her gaze.
“More, Daddy.” Hoisted full, standing fuck, ass gripping like vice. Rhythm hit—sweat-slick, her sobs mixing shame-lust. “Used to carry you innocent. Now? Family’s wrecked, but fuck, I crave railing you both.”
Reverse carry-doggy, her reflection debauched: mascara rivers, mouth slack. Schlick-schlick fluids. She snatched ring bag, slipped emerald on. Craned, flashed it grinning. Thrusts slowed, deep—full hilt stretches. “Love you.”
“Inside.” Climax crashed, seed flooding bowels hot.
We cleaned hasty, her walk bow-legged. Loft awaited, secrets heavier. Primal seal broken—now, floodgates.
New scene: Hotel tease. Pre-birthday, Elena and Sophia “girls’ night” at luxury suite. Texts: Elena cuffed to bed, Sophia grinding face; elevator grope, hands in pants. I paced, cock raw from replays.
Chapter 4: Birthday Reckoning
Sophia’s 22nd dawned electric. Balcony brunch over city haze—mimosas bubbly, pancakes sticky-sweet. Elena in negligee, Sophia braless tank. Gifts piled: mine, spa kit; Elena’s box hidden.
Candles flickered. Wish blown—eyes on us. “Both my loves ravish me?” Laughter nervous, charged.
Elena blindfolded her, wrists cuffed soft leather. Led to bedroom, king mattress vast. “Trust, baby.”
Stripped bare: Sophia’s lithe form, pert tits, trimmed bush glistening. Elena donned strap-on, monstrous veined black. I shed clothes, cock rampant.
Positioned: Sophia knees-chest, ass high. Elena lubed toy, pressed pussy first—slow breach, Sophia keening. I knelt front, feeding cock her mouth. Triple penetration tease—throat, cunt, but ass mine.
Fingers prepped her: mine anal, Elena’s clit rubs. “Ready for double, girl?” Sophia nodded frantic, muffled gurgles.
Shift: Elena beneath, strap buried pussy-deep. I mounted rear, cock nudging ass. One push—pop, velvet vice swallowed. Sophia screamed primal, raw, body convulsing. Inches synced: in-out, stretch obscene.
Sensations overloaded—her heat milking, ass clenching spasms; Elena’s moans below, tits heaving. Sweat poured, slap-wet symphony, ass-pussy friction buzzing through thin wall. “Fuck, so full,” Sophia gasped free-mouth moments.
Rhythms built—pummel, grind, savage. Orgasms chained: her first squirting, soaking Elena; mine gut-deep, painting rectum white. Elena bucked final, harness grinding her clit to rupture.
Collapsed tangle, blindfold off. Emerald ring shone as Sophia clutched us. “My wives? Husbands?” Laughter, tears.
Chapter 5: Depths Uncharted
Aftermath tender: Elena uncuffing, massaging wrists red. I fetched water, cool cloths for fevered skin. Sophia curled between, trembling aftershocks rippling. “That… primal storm inside. Owned me.”
Night deepened. New round: Sophia strap-wielding revenge. Pegged Elena doggy while I throat-fucked Sophia, balls-deep gags. Swapped—Sophia ass-up for my cock, Elena fisting her pussy loose.
Balcony midnight: city lights witnesses. Sophia bent rail, double-teamed again—me ass, Elena dildo cunt. Wind whipped moans cityward, risk electric. Cum dripped thighs, pooling concrete.
Internal churn: guilt gnawed. Carried Sophia piggyback once, innocent giggles. Now? Her ass molded to my girth. But desire drowned remorse—primal law ruled.
Dawn, Elena cooked nude, ring flashing. “Forever ours.” Sophia kissed her deep, then me. Family reforged, taboo forge.
Flashback interlude: Origin night. Storm raged, power out. Candles glowed. Elena comforted Sophia thigh-straddled, grinding accidental-to-fervent. I watched hidden, joined wordless—threesome birth, tongues cocks pussies blurring.
Chapter 6: Eternal Claim
Weeks post-birthday, dynamic shifted. Mock vows on private yacht—champagne froth, Sophia in white lace micro-dress, Elena veiling her. “I take you, primal soul-mine,” Sophia vowed, ring exchange. I officiated, cock hard under tux.
Ceremony crashed to orgy: deck slick with oils, bodies intertwined. Sophia fisted by Elena, my cock her ass; reverse, Elena DP’d between us. Screams sea-mingled, gulls fleeing frenzy.
Home, routines filthier. Kitchen mornings: Sophia eating Elena’s creampied pussy post-my-fuck. Office breaks: video calls, Sophia riding my desk cock while Elena watches remote. Nights, pile-ons—fisting, toys, raw doubles.
Conflicts surfaced: Sophia’s jealousy flares—”Mine first!” Spanks resolved. Elena’s guilt whispers, drowned in orgasms. My role: provider, punisher, participant. Primal alpha yielding to pack hunger.
One eve, rooftop party crash. We snuck shadows—Sophia bent planter, my thrust; Elena tongue her folds. Strangers mere feet, thrill peaking silent climaxes.
Year’s end, tattoo parlor new scene: matching tribal vines circling mounds, asses—symbol eternal weave. Artist oblivious, needles buzzing as we fingered discreet under sheets.
Finale crescendo: Anniversary villa revisit. Storm echoed origin. Bound spread-eagle, we tormented Sophia hours—feathers to floggers, ice to wax. Triple entry finale: mouth, pussy, ass filled cocks toys tongues. She shattered, squirting arcs, begging eternity.
“Our primal vow,” Elena whispered, all collapsing. Hearts synced, bodies spent. No end—only deeper plunge into forbidden bliss.
