Just wanting to give my watchers and anyone else an update on a couple projects I'm working on. The first is Forging Bonds. Act 1 is done aside from proofreading it, and I'm writing Act 2 right now. Updates will still be the first Sunday of every month due to stuff in my personal life. If you are interested, I have Patreon and SubscribeStar where you can be three chapters ahead of the public at certain tiers. You can access the links in the latest submission called Eight Legged Freaks.
I received positive messages about a little side project I called Brayden's Sexual Escapades where a male Braixen does incest with his Lucario father, Braixen mother, and other relatives. Mother's Day Surprise and Father's Day Fun are my most viewed submissions, and some readers wanted know if there is more coming. The good news is there will be more. The bad news is it isn't high on my priority, so I'm writing it whenever I find time. I do have enough done to leave a sneak peek. Be warned, there will be errors.
Brayden’s Birthday Bash
The rays aroused Brayden from his slumber. The male Braixen smiled as he stared at posters of his favorite soccer team and famous scientists. Today was his birthday, and he wondered about what his parents had in store for him. It dawned on him almost instantly that the sweltering, sodden sensations he perceived in his hyper-realistic, lascivious dream last night were still present, and they were one of the inducements of his morning wood, conjecturing the culprits were giving him an exemplification on what to expect in the immediate future.
Brayden exposed the two gigantic lumps under the blankets near his inguinal region. Sure enough, his Braixen mother, Brittany, and his Lucario father, Lucas, were licking his penis, wrestling their tongues around his length. They each had one of his gonads in one of their hands as they sucked his glans, winking at him. Despite he and them being nonchalant about nudity in the house and hospitable to having frequent intercourse of an incestuous nature or not whenever and wherever inside the domicile, Brayden was still aghast his progenitors were fellating him this early in the day. The sight of them flushed his cheeks, burning them from the surprise, although the sensation on his genitals was heavenly.
“Mom! Dad!” Brayden vociferated.
Brittany and Lucas beamed at their scion, uttering together, “Happy birthday, son!” They resumed where their salutations left them off, with her sucking Brayden’s orbicular pair and him deep-throating Brayden’s endowment.
Brayden writhed in bed as his parents fellated him. His begetter’s throat was as tight as a virgin’s vagina while his mother’s tongue felt like somebody stuffed clouds inside a pillow. She had both testicles in her mouth, thoroughly coating them in slaver. Her eyes closed and she moan contently from his musky flavor. Lucas bobbed his head, gauging his scion’s reaction. The Lucario and his spouse had a scheme to remunerate him for his largesses to them.
Lucas and Brittany winked at each other, trading places on Brayden’s genitalia. She was adroit at fellatio, particularly savvy at her progeny’s pecker, knowing just where to lick, suck, and nibble and by certain intensities. Each caused their son to extrude precum by varying amounts, which sometimes flowed toward him. It added some salty flavor to Brayden’s essence as he lifted Brayden’s balls with his tongue.
Giving a signal to her husband, Brittany surmounted Brayden, straddling his cock. Although the view of her pussy and anus was ephemeral, it was sufficient for him to know she was naked like him, presuming his father was just as nude as them. She plummeted slowly on his length while staring at Lucas, ceasing just before where the knot distend. Despite being cognizant of the numerous occasions and conjecturing the multitudinous times she had sex, her passage had no vestige of being used, a perfect concordance between loose and tight. Not once did she cross where his knot formed, and he attempted so hard to thrust upward, but it was nugatory.
Perceiving his wife’s fluids dampen the briny taste, the Lucario knew it was the opportune moment to enact his part of the plan. He cleared the path to Brayden’s pucker, proceeding to lick his fingers. He inserted two of them into Brayden’s rectum, stretching the sphincter around.
“Gah!” Brayden hollered in stupefaction at the tiny invader.
The masculine Braixen couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. His mother’s vagina was paradise to his penis, and the finger stimulated his prostate, all while his sire lick his gonads. Any second could be the magical one to send him over the edge, bracing for the impact that came unexpectedly inefficacious. They suddenly ceased, and Brittany pulled out, extricating herself from his lap; Lucas evacuated his digits.
“Why’d you stop?” Brayden inquired with a whine. He execrated the expeditious, anticlimactic finish.
“It’s getting late” Brittany replied. “You wouldn’t want to miss your favorite breakfast now because of work now, would you?”
Brayden beamed from knowing his especial, morning meal was on the menu, turning to fright when he stared at the clock. As he hastily got out of bed, he observed his naked mother and father almost vacating his chamber, noticing how aroused they were. Her pussy glistened from her secretions, and Lucas’s erection was out of its sheath.
Since modesty went out the window immediately on the fresh day, Brayden and his parents went to the kitchen in the buff for breakfast. He and his begetter were at the dining table having a glass of milk and a bowl of cereal while Brittany prepared the hot portion of the comestibles, an omelet with peppers, onions, and sausage, which was a rare treat he always looked forward to. His eyes widened with surprise and excitement, glancing over to the miscreant responsible for exasperating his boner that just became flaccid. Lucas used his right foot to caress him directly on the genitals, cajoling Brayden’s cock to slide out of his sheath.
Brayden panted and writhed while consuming his viands. His testicles rolled on top of the foot, and it wrapped partly on his pecker, giving his penis enough strokes to keep him on edge, It became apparent to him the euphoric relief wouldn’t arrive soon as the Lucario left him hanging, politely requesting him to not finish the job himself as Lucas ambulated to Brittany. He realized his parents were about to have sex.
Lucas knelt behind his wife as she neared chopping the last of the ingredients. Her arousal and musk tantalized him, making him salivate and lick his lips. Dragging his tongue from her vagina to anus, he deposited a hefty amount of dribble behind. The flavor from the nether region was palatable. He parted her folds, rapidly flicking his tongue barely inside her slit, which teased her. Brittany knew he savored tickling her like that before going deeper and harder within her, and he went further in later, burying his snout within her. If it wasn’t for the distinct, wet organ wiggling inside her moist tunnel, she would assume he was puncturing her with his prick.
The Lucario lapped away at his wife’s sacchariferous essence, still as intoxicating as the first time he lick her vagina although he had the fortitude to withstand against the urge. He had a plan to follow. He exerted more force on her cunt and mimicked the motion of masticating food to induce more arousal. They did the job as her intimate liquid dribbled out of her needy, nether lips, creating a personalized shower. Bending Brittany slightly over an active burner as she cooked the vegetables and sausage, Lucas perforated her pussy.
Observing them engage in coitus, Brayden concluded his parents must’ve copulated innumerable times in the kitchen while Brittany prepared pabulums especially ones that required a torrid surface. They were skillful to not let it distract her while she dealt with a live, thermogenic technology as Lucas humped her from behind, the force jostling the stove around. Even though he couldn’t observe their countenances, her moans were adequate for him to assume all the training she did couldn’t prohibit the thwacks from educing her positive reaction and instinct for more. It was true, although he should witness how nonchalant and assiduous she was from her expression as she made omelettes. The sight and sounds of them had his boner rock hard, but he was too mesmerized by them to take care of it by himself.
Lucas pounded the feminine Braixen’s pussy slowly, observing her slide the scrambled eggs around on a scorching skillet. They were exploited to measure how much longer he had left to make her cum. So far, he had ample time to relish her paradisiacal passage that temporarily housed so much of his and other males’ sperm in the past. Keeping the plan in mind, he reminded himself not to fall into the desire of shoving his knot inside someone, although the propensity was powerful. He accelerated when he realized she was near completing breakfast, resorting to pinching and rubbing her clitoris.
Brittany howled and quavered as her orgasm coursed through her figure, holding onto the stove as her snatch convulsed on the Lucario’s penis. She didn’t sense the void in her intimate cave, so she was unaware about inundating him with nectar. It was when her beatific apogee evanesced and the subtle licks on her vulva did she turn around and realized what she did. No way would his visage be that saturated from giving her light cunnilingus.
Brayden savored his meal as much as he could while ingurgitating it posthaste. The sautéed peppers and onions still had crunch, the sausage added some chew and savoriness, the cheese was gooey, and the ketchup provided a satisfactory coolness to the warm victuals. Wiping his lips, he hastily vacated his chair and placed the filthy dishes in the sink.
“Before you leave,” Brittany enunciated, “can you do one more thing?”
“What is it, mom?”
“Your father needs some attention, if you know what I mean.”
Brayden immediately knew what his mother alluded to before Lucas showed his erection to him, and it pulsated. Maybe I can release my steam while helping dad unleash his virility, he thought. “I have a minute or two.”
“I promise it won’t take long,” Lucas uttered. The Lucario had the male Braixen in a supine position on the couch.
Brayden conjectured he would in the sixty-nine position with Lucas because it would be the easiest for both of them to ejaculate quickly, but he was stupefied at what the Lucario had in mind. He beheld him apply lubricant to the prick that created him, wincing at the pressure on his asshole till the sphincter capitulated. “Da-aad!” He drawled out.
“Get ready, son,” Lucas said with a grin, holding Brayden’s legs in the air.
Brayden exhaled fugacious yips as the girthy foreigner invaded his rectum repeatedly. He braced on the armrest while Lucas plowed his field. Its length and thickness combined with his father’s force took his breath away, knowing Lucas was holding back. It amazed him that the Lucario still had so much puissance in reserve and his mother could handle Lucas. “Harder, dad!” He beseeched, desiring to enhance his pain tolerance.
“In due time, Brayden.” I guess I can go slightly rougher with my son, Lucas thought, beckoning his feminine spouse over.
Brayden winced a bit as Lucas added a smidgen of sharpness to the thrusts, sensing the knot attempting to infiltrate his sphincter. If he could get Lucas to tie him, the pressure on his prostate should be sufficient to finally climax. He could be a few minutes late to work, coming up with a flat tire on his bicycle as the reason. His erection needed care as soon as possible.
Brayden’s eyes lit up as Brittany was in a procumbent position on his frame, presenting her genitalia and anus to him Hell yeah. Mom’s coming in for the rescue. He took a careful lick on her vagina, gauging her reaction to know if he could proceed further. A moan from her confirmed he was permitted to go further, so he did, tasting her saccharine arousal and his father’s briny pre still lingering within her slit. As he satiated his thirst, he wondered why she wasn’t requiting him, not even giving him a handjob. All she did to recompense was gently holding his penis, and Lucas stimulating his prostate was the only fuel to stoke the fire to his internal, ebullient cauldron.
The paternal Lucario kissed the female Braixen on the lips as he grinded against his son’s taint. Concluding that Brayden’s rectum and asshole is loose from his knot deteriorating the defenses and his saline, limpid, masculine emission lubricating the naturally dry passage, he thrusted one more time in one long, strong motion. The turgid portion of his dick went in with a pop, and it was enough to reach his acme, flooding the tunnel with spunk. He had to stop osculating with his wife to howl.
Brayden was still in disbelief at Lucas’s impressive output, knowing Lucas is capable of more ejections of similar magnitude. Savoring the semen filling him, he was near his orgasm and ready for it, but Brittany obstructed it by occluding his urethra. He wanted to buck his hips so badly, his balls yearning for release and searching for ways to force ejaculation. Her tight grip ensured the opening remained shut, and every drop of unreleased sperm remained trapped and pooled in his scrotum, waiting to accompany another load or for an immediate source to catalyze the climax. His genitals ached, his phallus tumid and sensitive, leaking pre. His parents gave him a severe case of blue balls.
“Why did you cock-block me, mom?” Brayden inquired with a trace of agitation.
“You can’t go to work while covered in semen,” Brittany answered.
“Speaking of work,” the Lucario added tugging his dick, “sorry about tying myself to you.”
“It’s alright. I came up with the excuse of my bicycle having a flat tire and loose chain.” Brayden looked at Brittany. “I can get a quick shower.”
“From what you told me about Gerald, you better not waste any more time until you arrive at your place of employment,” the womanly Braixen responded.
“Fine,” Brayden groaned.
The parents stared at their posterity’s penis while waiting for Lucas’s knot to shrink, inspecting it and Brayden for any indicators of an imminent orgasm. All they observed was it flopped around like a Magikarp out of water, profusely exuding precum. The liquid coalesced on Lucas’s hands, which he drank from and offered the subsequent batch to her. Eventually, it went back to its shelter, and the Lucario was able to emancipate his prick, and Brittany swallowed her macho husband’s pecker, tasting the earthy, salty flavors.
Before Brayden could make any movement, Brittany and Lucas arched his fundament up and collaboratively licked his anus while jizz oozed out. Having both tongues on his pucker concurrently, he was able to mentally demarcate which one belonged to who. The bigger of the two was the Lucario’s, and it was a tad coarser than hers.
Brayden’s parents went deeper in his rectum, reaching the end of the sperm trail, and they swapped the final sample between them. They tasted the saliferous fluid’s flavor, their sons anal musk, and their individual tastes. The fertile goo became more voluminous as it mixed with saliva, and they spread it around Brayden’s crotch. Brayden thought this was the moment they were benevolent enough to make him cum, but he had to contend with his testicles chockablock with jizz for awhile as they ceased for good, and his occupation waited for him. He scurried to his room for fresh clothes.
The café was in proximity to Brayden’s hearth for the male Braixen to commute by bike, which was perfect because the edifice had the opprobrium of being a bitch to park a vehicle as he found out during the interview. He quickly donned on a helmet and other protective equipment, ambulating to his bike.
“Don’t forget the list, Brayden,” the Lucario uttered while having coition with Brittany on the sofa.
Brayden nodded, obtaining the list, still miffed about being blue-balled as his parents procreated in front of him. They would be too occupied preparing his birthday to gather the rest of necessary items, and some he believed were a bit eccentric to say the least as he scoured it. Mounting his transportation, he peddled on his way to work, going at his maximum celerity his feet could do.
That's all I have for now. I'm not dead or left the platform without warning.
