Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... prolapsed cunt.

Sindee leaned forward, slipped two fingers down her throat and shot a fresh steaming load into Karen’s mouth. Karen smiled and swallowed, begging for more. Sindee was happy to comply, pressing her lips against Karen’s and shooting her next emission straight down her throat. Their mouths overflowed the excess ran down between Karen’s mammoth mammaries to come to rest on the mountain of cunt flesh that was wrapped around Sindee’s 9-inches.

Sindee leaned back, grabbed Karen’s cunt meat, and began stroking her cock with her grandaunt’s womb like it was a sex toy. Karen arched her back and let out a long moan as Sindee stroked her cock faster and faster with her grandaunt’s cunt flesh, gripping it tightly. Juice, puke, and a little bit of blood frothed from Karen’s cervix around Sindee’s meat. Karen came again and again as Sindee fucked her womb.

Finally Sindee felt her balls cinch up close and knew it was time. She squeezed her grandaunt’s cunt one last time and her balls began pulsing their load straight into Karen’s unprotected uterus.

The sensation of Karen’s massive final cervical orgasm around her cock took her breath away as her thick, sticky seed dumped into Karen. Finally Karen reached down and pulled her cunt flesh off of Sindee’s meat, but still left it hanging out, trickling juice and slightly red-tinged come.

Sindee sank back into the puke-covered car seat, breathless. She heaved and shot a fresh load of puke down her tits. She looked ...

... up at the trees sliding by in the fading light and the stars coming out above them. It was beautiful.

Suddenly Karen tapped Gina on the arm with a puke-covered hand and pointed to a dirt road that led off into the forest.

“Seriously?” Sindee asked. Karen nodded, so Gina slowly, gently, let the Shelby roll off the pavement onto the gravel fire road.

Gina was starting to look as perplexed as Sindee. “Where are you taking us, sis? Is this some kind of Deliverance shit?”

“No, but I bet you squeal like a piggy before the weekend’s out,” Karen replied. Gina giggled, but Sindee wasn’t feeling the humor in it. They were supposed to be going to the beach, not out into some hillbilly hollow. What the fuck?

Suddenly the road curved around a little knoll and the trees opened up. Karen held out her hand and Gina brought the Shelby to a halt. They were in the middle of the woods in the pitch black. That is until Karen held up a remote and hit a button. Lights around the clearing came on, revealing what was inside.

“Whoa,” said Sindee.

“Whoa,” said Gina.

“How you like me now?” said Karen.

The scene before them was pure American Gothic. Before them was a huge mansion. The front portico sported gigantic columns that would have made the Romans proud, in fact the entire architecture looked neo-Greco-Roman. It stood three stories tall and would have been amazing in its heyday. It looked functionally solid, it wasn’t about to fall apart, but it was in bad need of a paint ...