Grandpa’s Special Cumbucket-Family Taboo Incest Story by Salty Vixen

I never meant for Professor Alden to keep the video.

I left my phone on his desk because I was already shaking, cheer skirt around my waist, that fat clit of mine standing up so hard it peeked past the hem. He had two fingers in me and kept saying he could feel it throb against his palm. I told him to fist me after finals. I told him my stepfather — we call him Grandpa when his cock’s out — calls me his special cumbucket and that I like it. The phone caught every word.

Alden didn’t delete it.

He sent it to my mother.

Mom watched it. Then she sent it to Dr. Voss. Then the house stopped pretending.

I’m Mara. Twenty-two. College cheerleader. The girl with the biggest clit anyone on the squad had ever seen — thick, hooded, a real shaft when I’m wet. I stopped hiding it the night Ellis first put his mouth on it and said, “That’s a little cock, baby. Grandpa’s going to use his bucket.”

Ellis is fifty-three. Black. Broad. The kind of man who fills a doorway. Mom married him when I was already legal. He likes being called Grandpa in this house. He likes me sitting on that big black cock until I drip down his balls. First BBC I ever took was his. Still the thickest.

Saturday the blinds were down. Mom was already drunk. She came out in a black latex catsuit that squeaked when she walked. Zipper from throat through her cunt, bottom six inches left open. Her pussy looked swollen in the gap.

“Your professor’s coming,” she said. “Harlan too. Your father. Your brother. Grandpa wants you on his bed, not the couch. He said he’s sharing his cumbucket tonight.”

Ellis was already in his room, sheets pulled back, dick out — dark, heavy, the head wet. He patted the mattress.

“Come sit on Grandpa’s bucket before they get here. I want you sloppy when the doctor puts his hand in you.”

Cheer uniform, no panties. Clit already fat from the enema Dr. Voss had given me downstairs: warm water, then the slick second bag that left me empty and twitching. He’d watched my hole grab the nozzle and said, “Good. Beads and fist’ll go easier.”

I climbed onto Ellis’s bed and straddled him. I reached back, lined up that thick black cock, and sat.

He stretched me in one long push until I was flush, my oversized clit mashed against the base of him. I rolled my hips and it dragged, shiny and obscene.

“That’s my girl,” he muttered. “Special cumbucket. Keep Grandpa hard.”

Mom watched from the doorway, two fingers in the latex gap. “Show them how big that clit is when they walk in.”

The bedroom filled.

Professor Alden. Dr. Voss with the black case. My brother Tyler, twenty-four. My father, Richard. Blackmail had become a guest list.

Alden crouched at the edge of Grandpa’s bed and spread me with both thumbs. My clit stood up dark and thick, hood peeled back.

“Biggest I’ve ever seen.” He licked it while I bounced on Ellis.

Every stroke made my clit slap his tongue. Ellis’s hands stayed on my waist, lifting me, dropping me, using his own stepdaughter on his sheets like he’d paid for the hour.

Voss snapped on gloves. He coated the anal beads and pressed the first one to my ass while I rode. Pop. Pop. Pop. I pushed back for them. When the last wide bead seated he left the string hanging down Ellis’s thigh.

“Fist after these come out,” Voss said. “She’s taken four in the office. Tonight she takes the hand. On Grandpa’s cock if she can.”

Mom dropped to her knees on the rug and took Ellis’s balls in her mouth while I sat on the shaft, drunk and sloppy, latex creaking. Then she turned to my father and opened up.

“Cum on my face later,” she told the room. “I want it dripping while I eat my daughter on my husband’s bed.”

Tyler stroked himself watching his mother and his sister on the same mattress.

I came on Ellis’s cock with Alden’s mouth on my clit. Ugly. Loud. My clit jumped. Ellis held me down so I milked him through it.

“Off,” Voss said. “On your back. Skirt up. Spread.”

I rolled onto Grandpa’s sheets. Mom crawled between my legs in that tight black latex and sucked her daughter’s clit like she wanted to drink from it. I grabbed her hair and ground on her face.

“Lick my ass,” she gasped, turning. The zipper gap framed her hole. I spread the latex and licked her while Voss worked fingers into me beside the beads.

Two. Three. Four.

Thumb tucked.

Knuckles in.

I made a sound I didn’t recognize. He fist-fucked me on Ellis’s bed, short wet punches, my hole stretched around his wrist, beads in my ass, that huge clit slapping his forearm. Ellis knelt over my chest and laid his cock on my tongue.

“Bucket,” he said. “That’s what you are. Grandpa’s sharing.”

He came across my tits and the underside of my chin, thick and hot. Alden finished on Mom’s face and mine. We kissed through it, latex squeaking, sharing cum on Grandpa’s pillow.

Dad took Mom from behind. Tyler used my mouth. Voss kept his fist in me until I came again, clenching around his hand and the beads.

The beads came out one by one. Each pop jerked me. Then Voss put his hand back in, deeper, while Ellis pushed that big black cock into my mouth to shut me up.

They spread us. Hands on my knees, on Mom’s latex ass, holding everything open on that bed. Ass licking between turns. Mom’s tongue in my hole while Ellis used her mouth. My tongue in Mom’s while my brother took her.

Ellis fucked me last the way he likes it — on his back, me sitting on his BBC, clit mashed to his stomach, Voss’s fingers stretching me around him, Mom licking whatever she could reach. He called me his cumbucket every time he bottomed out.

Alden filmed.

“Insurance,” he said.

Mom, drunk, face glazed, laughed into the sheet. “Chantage on the chantage. Cute.”

It went until the cheer sweater was wrecked and Mom’s latex was peeled to her thighs. She passed out across Grandpa’s chest with cum drying on her cheek. Ellis stayed inside me, softening, one hand on my clit like he owned it.

“Same time next month,” he said against my hair. “Grandpa shares. You sit. They watch. Doctor brings the case.”

I nodded.

That’s the house.

That’s the bed.

That’s his bucket.