Caesar

I always though the dynamic between Caesar and his family, especially between his mother Aurelia and his mother Julia, could do with more tension. After all, they were reputedly the most beautiful women in Rome, up to their fourties and fifties.



Aurelia came out of herself with a start to find Caesar leaning across his desk snapping his fingers at her, and laughing.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"All over the place," she answered as she got up, feeling the chill. "I'll have Burgundus give you a brazier, Caesar. It is too cold in this room."

"I have a better remedy," he said instead.

Aurelia stiffened slightly when felt his arms go around her body, lifting her slightly as lips met her own.

"I'll be up all night putting those files in order," Aurelia panted as she watched the quills and tablets get knocked to the floor before being bent over the desk. She bit her lower lips to stiffle a cry, as cool air struck her bare legs when the edge of her dress was lifted up to her narrow waist.

"Pusspot!" he said lovingly to her back, as he gently entered his mother. The searing heat spread out in waves throughout her body, as he started rocking into her body with more forceful thrusts.

Aurelia clung to her desk with trembling fingers, a filmy haze falling before her eyes with his relentless thrusts. Her breasts, crushed against the smooth surface of the desk, added to the thrilling sensuality of the occassion.

Sometimes she wondered what it was about her son that made her so willing. Certainly his incredibe endowment helped, but a part of it must be the illicitness, the incestuous unRomanness that sang in her blood and made her succumb to his advances, be it in broad daylight in her office, or sneaking into her chambers in the deep of the night. And she would part her legs for him, welcoming him into the womb that gave him birth, on the bed she had lain with his father.

She felt a hand tugging at her hair, which fell in ringing curlet to her shoulders. Caesar loved her hair, playing with it, touching it, stroking it. Hands ran lovingly through her hair, even as the thrusting continued without stop. Aurelia moaned, feeling the rising flood of passion, when he abruptly pulled away, leaving her berefit.

"No...." she moaned before she could catch herself. But before the hot blush of begging her only son could reach her face, she felt herself being turned over on the desk, to lay half-perched on the edge of the desk.

She groaned again as he re-entered her, thrumming into her innermost depths. Hands pulled at her shoulders, until her dress was pealed open to her waist, leaving her torso bare. She stiffle a sobbing cry as hands cupped and squeezed her magnificent breasts, still firm and high as in her youth. Lips started suckling at her nipples, tweaking and pinching with teeth and tongue.

The stimulus was too much for her, and she wrapped her arms around his head, crushing her son to her chest as her legs arched up to wrap around his hips. She arched her back, rearing to the sky as her orgasm rocked through her body. Her dark eyes took on a shade of violet as they widened at the sensations crashing through her nerves.

With a small sigh she sank back down, for the moment clear-headed. She could still feel Caesar pounding at her slick loins, and now she had the respite to lead him this time, flexing her inner muscles and stroking his back, while offering her fleshy breasts and hardened nipples for his pleasure.

It didn't feel wrong, to offer herself to this magnificent specimen of being, who was also her son. Just as she had not been surprised when she had learned that neither of her daughters would go a virgin to their marriage beds. Or that Julia, one of the most distinguished and beautiful women in Rome, widowed wife of Gaius Marius, and sister to his father besides, was also under the spell of her young nephew.

In fact, it was deeply arousing, to lay on the bed with her naked daughters on each side, as her son worked his way through them, one by one, hearing the gasping moans of her children before she joined them. Or laying naked on top of a naked Julia, feeling the crush of their heaving bosoms against each other as they lay with fingers laced together, staring into Julia's wise grey eyes, wide with lust, as her son ravished his mother and aunt at once.

Aurelia moaned as his relentless thrusts came faster and faster, the teasing on her breasts turning into a near constant pressure of bites and suckling. Then Caesar arched in her arms, crying out into her breasts as he bucked, rolling his hips for the last time. He pulled out, and she moaned in loss, before feeling the slap of hot seed gushing and spurting onto her breasts and belly, draping her in sticky white ropes of thick pearls, as her son trembling in her arms.

"Caesar!" she called faintly, as her own breaths came faster for a final orgasm. Completely spent, mother and son lay locked in their incestuous embrace, as they gathered their breath.


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Aurelia lay on one side, propping her head on her hand as she watched with growing arousal. On the other side, Lia was also in a similar pose, although her face contained a slight pout at not being the first. But Lia had been monopolizing Caesar ever since she'd arrived at the insula, saying that she wanted to get the most out of her short stay in Rome before she returned to her husband. At the way her children were going, Aurelia wondered whether Lia would return to her husband pregnant again. After all, the father of Lia's two children had always been in doubt to those in the know.

As was that of her younger daughter's child. Aurelia watched, as Ju-Ju lay on her hands and knees, protecting the heavy bulge of her pregnancy as Caesar eagerly thrust from behind. Ju-Ju's face was flushed, eyes wide with passion and mouth parted in a daze. Her loins were leaking copiously, trailing down her ivory white thighs to stain the sheets, but the lovers were beyond caring.

Caesar was on his knees behind his older sister, his hands grasping tightly at her wide hips as he mounted her from behind, thrusting again and again like a wild stallion. His brow was slightly furrowed with concentration, as he rolled his hips in circular thrusts into his magnificent sister.

Ju-Ju had insisted on returning with them to the insula after the family meeting, then on staying overnight. It was inevitable that they gathered in Aurelia's master bedroom, where an impromptu incestuous orgy was currently being staged.

Now Ju-Ju was thrusting back with her hips, intent on maximizing her pleasure. She had been deflowered by her younger brother when she was just fourteen and he thirteen, and thus the best molded of the three women in giving pleasure to her brother. Having been subject to her wily ways, Aurelia could testify that her daughter gave even better cunnilingus than her son, though it was a close thing.

Ju-Ju's breaths came faster and rougher, her hands clawing at the sheets beneath as Caesar pumped faster into his sister, but careful not to hurt her. Then suddenly Ju-Ju buried her face in the pillow, muffling her screams as she roared to a shocking orgasm.

Caesar stopped his movement, enjoying the trembling of the delicate flesh around his length, as Ju-Ju trembled through her orgasm. Then he drew out of his older sister, still hard and erect.

Aurelia unconsciously licked her lips at her son's magnificent erection, but Lia was quicker, moving over to take his slick length into her greedy mouth. Caesar moaned slightly as his eldest sister's hot mouth wrapped around him, her delicate hand cupping her younger brother's balls as the other dug into her own loins.

With a glance at Aurelia, Caesar moved to Lia's side of the great bed, straddling her face. Aurelia knew from experience that he would be occupied for some time with his sister, and sighed.

"He's magnificent, isn't he, mater?" panted Ju-Ju, laying on her back to recover. She sighed with contentment, caressing her swollen belly as she looked at her incestuous siblings, then back at her naked mother.

Muffled moans of joy from her oldest daughter was arousing Aurelia even further, and she shivered, tentatively stroking her hard nubbin hidden between her folds. Ju-Ju watched, finding the sight of her beautiful mother touching herself highly arousing. She mauled her own breasts, trying to bring on more stimulation, when she noticed something.

"Look, mater!" she cried, and Aurelia looked up to see a gleaming drop hanging on the tip of her daughter's erect nipple. Mouth suddenly dry, she moved her gaze from her daughter's teats to her eyes, wide with surprise.

Suddenly intensely aroused, Aurelia surged forward to place the erect nipple in her mouth. She sucked, feeling the spurt of sweet milk on her tongue, and shivered in a thrill of incestuous lust. The act of suckling on her own daughter's milk gave her a blast of excitement in her loins, and she dug her fingers into her slick depths while she explored the twin bounties before her.

Beneath Aurelia, Ju-Ju seemed to arrive at the same conclusion, gasping and moaning as she gave her milk to her own mother. "Mater, this is so...mater, you're drinking my milk!" she cried, pulling Aurelia's head to her breasts.

The stimulus at her breasts were enough to push Ju-Ju over the brink of orgasm, moaning and crying out. But Aurelia continued, heedless, milking her daughter again and again, tasting the sweet stuff on her tongue. Beneath her Ju-Ju jerked and emptied her lungs in an almost continuous crash of orgasm, sobbing in ecstasy again and again.

Suddenly Aurelia felt strong hands at her hips, then the long, seemingly endless thrust into her loins. She arched her back, lifting away from her daughter's milk-giving mammaries as her son finally penetrated deep into her womb.

Beneath her, Ju-Ju was a sobbing, moaning wreck of orgasms, lost in a haze of afterglow. Aurelia turned her head to see Lia's awed gaze on her, as Caesar lifted her to place her on her hands and knees beside her daughter.

Aurelia bucked like a wild mare, rolling her hips in a daze of lust as her son pounded into her depths. She was aroused beyond anything she'd ever felt before, her daughter's milk acting as an aphrodiac like no other. Even Caesar was intensely aroused, harder and longer than she ever remembered.

"Gods, I want to impregnate you, mater!" Caesar cried out behind her, and his shocking words rushed through Aurelia's slim body, wracking her with an unexpected orgasm to shook her to the core. She arched her back, thrusting her hips at her own son.

"Yes! Give me a child, my son! A child! Make your mother pregnant!" she cried, heedless of consequences.

"A child...." echoed Caesar, eyes clouding with lust as he pounded into her womb, deeper than he'd ever been. His solid, heavy thrusts came faster and faster, as his mother edged him on to plant his seed inside the womb he'd emerged from.

"Make...me...pregnant!" Aurelia chanted. Caesar's thrusting came even faster, and Aurelia sobbed in a hazy of lustful need. Turning her head, Aurelia looked into the eyes of her two daughters, who watched with lustful fascination at the sight of their mother beg their younger brother to impregnate her.

Their gaze brought home the enormity of her incestuous actions, and Aurelia sobbed into a sheering climax, jerking and shaking with orgasm. Her inner walls tightened like a vise around her son, and Caesar too, cried out, as he spurted hot seed deep inside the womb of his own mother.

Aurelia cried out in joy as she raised her hips higher, trying to take more of his seed into her wombs. Caesar groaned and closed his eyes, as Lia, pressing her high breasts into his back, gently milked his heavy sack to spurting more of her younger brother's seed into their mother.

"Mater!" he whispered finally, collapsing on top of his mother to the soft laughter of his sisters, still joined together. Aurelia, trembling, placed a hand on her smooth belly, imagining that she could feel his seed taking root in her womb.



To be continued