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Birthday Gift
 
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    Jane Tucker came in the door of her house and closed it. 
She was home early for once; the manager at the store where she worked
had mistakenly scheduled too many people to work, and Jane, being the
lowest person on the totem pole, had been told to go home.  She
grumbled about the lost hours and wages, but if she wanted to keep the
job, she couldn't bitch too loudly.
 
    She wondered where her children were, as the house seemed
pretty quiet.  She thought she heard some noise coming from the bedroom
areas, however, and so she headed in that direction.
 
    As Jane passed by Connie's room, she looked in to see it
empty.  The noises coming from her son's room, however, had her so
intrigued that she didn't stop to consider where her daughter had
gone.  Her children spent much of their time alone, due to the fact
that Jane worked two jobs, and she had to trust them to do the right
thing on their own.  She had tried to raise them the best way she knew
how, and now they were very nearly on their own.  She provided a home
and food, but little else.  The fact of it ate at her conscience.
 
    Jane approached her son's door carefully, because the
noises coming from that room were resolving themselves into something
very familiar to Jane: sex.  She could hear the bed squeaking as her
son pounded into some little vixen.
 
    *How long has he been doing that?  I know he stopped
complaining about not having a girlfriend around Christmastime, but he
hasn't said anything in the last couple months about seeing anyone
special...*
 
    While her thoughts traveled along this road, her ears
continued to listen to the sounds of fucking going on behind the door. 
She heard her son grunting, and the girl moaned loudly.
 
    Jane couldn't believe that she was becoming aroused.  Her
hand squeezed her breast through her clothes, and she squeezed her
thighs together repeatedly, causing her panties to rub against her
pussy, which was getting wet from thinking about her son's dick
pounding in and out of some girl's cunt.
 
    "Oh, god," Jane heard her son say.  "You're so tight!"
 
    Jane's pussy grew wetter as she thought about it.  She
could almost envision Rick's hard cock slipping in and out of the
unknown girl's pussy, her pussy lips grasping at it, her breathing
ragged - as Jane's was becoming right now - and her body twisting
beneath him.
 
    The girl in the room was whimpering in pleasure now,
clearly on the verge of her own climax.  Jane listened intently, her
hand slipping between her legs to press up into her pussy through her
clothes.  She could feel the dampness of her cunt beginning to soak
through the pants; she knew her panties were already drenched.  She
didn't care as she listened to her son and his lover going at it.
 
    Jane had been on many dates since her husband had passed
away four years earlier, but most of them did not end in sex, and none
of them had developed into a long-term relationship.  She just didn't
have the time to commit to that sort of thing.  That did not mean,
however, that she didn't have needs and desires, and listening to her
son making love to someone had ignited the passions within her.
 
    Making a decision, Jane strode purposefully to her own
room, unbuttoning her slacks on the way.  By the time she got into her
own room, her hand was already slipping inside her panties.  She closed
the bedroom door, and then slumped back against it, her finger slipping
quickly into her wet pussy.
 
    Jane finger-fucked herself vigorously, letting her palm
press against her clit with each inward thrust of her finger, and
letting her finger drag along her clit as she withdrew it.  She was
soon gasping in her own pleasure, her hand moving almost of its own
accord.  Her other hand gripped her tit, groping it through her
clothing, and Jane had to fight to keep her voice down.
 
    In mere seconds, her body convulsed, and she let out one
short cry of passion as her orgasm washed over her.  She rocked her
hips against her hand, bucking as her orgasm ravaged her body in the
most pleasant of ways.  Her mind conjured up the image of her son
fucking some unknown girl and her orgasm intensified to the point that
she was slamming back against the door.  She was too far gone to care
if anyone heard her, though.
 
    Finally, her orgasm subsided, and Jane slumped back, using
the door to hold herself upright.  After several deep breaths, she
walked shakily over to the bed and collapsed on it, pulling off her
soaked clothing.  She ran her hands over her bare thighs and shivered
again.
 
    *God, I need to get laid.*
 
 
 
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    As Jane recovered from her climax, she listened as the
love-making in the other room reached a crescendo.  She heard both of
them cry out their pleasures, and then it grew quiet.  Jane knew about
the quiet part; she'd often cuddled with her husband after sex, just
lying there quietly, not talking, barely even thinking, more concerned
with *being*.
 
    Soon, Jane's curiosity began to eat at her.  She wondered
if she knew the other girl.  Sluggishly, she pulled herself up off the
bed, and went to her door, opening it.  She left it open as she went to
her dresser to get fresh underwear, and put it on.  She wasn't trying
to be an exhibitionist, but she didn't want to miss her chance to see
who it had been.
 
    It was several long minutes before anything happened,
giving Jane plenty of time to finish dressing, and to settle herself
into the chair in her room.  Long ago, when the children had been
younger, she'd positioned this chair in relation to the dresser
mirror.  It allowed her to see out her bedroom door and down a good
portion of the hallway.  Certainly she had a good view of her son's
bedroom door.
 
    Jane tingled with excitement as the bedroom door opened. 
She could feel her heart racing, just at the thought of seeing the
freshly-fucked young lady come out of the room, glowing from the
wonderful plowing she'd just gotten.
 
    Jane was not prepared for what she saw.
 
    Jane's hand quickly rose to cover her mouth as she gasped. 
She saw the girl clearly, and then her son emerged after her, embracing
the girl and kissing...
 
    The girl was *Connie*, her own daughter!  Her son had been
fucking his sister while she listened!
 
    *And got off on it!* she thought to herself in disgust. 
Her eyes stared, unblinking, as the two continued to kiss.  Finally,
they parted, and Connie walked off down the hall.  Jane thought to get
up and scream at both of them, for Connie was obviously not being
forced.  She could not bring herself to move, however.  She was riveted
to the spot.
 
    As she stared, her son turned and looked down the hall
toward Jane's bedroom.  She didn't fear that he would see her; she had
no lights on, and the shadows were heavy in the room.  Still, she
wondered if he was making sure that she had not found them out.
 
    *My god, how long have they been doing that?  I've got to
confront them about this!  This is *wrong*!  If anyone ever found out
what they've been doing... the police... then child welfare... Rick's
an adult, he'd go to real prison...  And to take advantage of his own
sister like that!*
 
*    Still... mmm, it sounded like she was really enjoying it. 
I wonder how big he is... I haven't seen him naked in years...*
 
*    Jane!  Stop this!  Crap, this is bad enough, but what you
were thinking is *worse*!  No, I need to get up and scream at those two
long and loud for what they've been doing!*
 
*    But how can I, until I get a grip on myself?  I'm afraid
they might say something I don't have an answer for, and that would be
even worse than not saying anything, wouldn't it?*
 
*    I can't say anything to them yet.  I need to think this
through carefully... and maybe screaming isn't the way to handle it.  A
long talk with both of them... or maybe one at a time?  They can't gang
up on me that way.  Yes, that would probably be better.*
 
*    But... to talk to Rick about sex... alone...  To discuss
him fucking... ooh... I mean, to talk about him committing incest with
his sister... mmm no, that isn't helping, either... Damn it, control
yourself!*
 
    Jane struggled to control her thoughts, without much
success.
 
 
 
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    Jane worked, during the day, for a small assembly company
that put together consumer electronics products.  The job was mindless
and repetitive, and required nothing in the way of intelligence, which
also meant it paid like crap.  Jane, however, needed the job.  The job
market in the area was definitely in favor of the employers.
 
    She tried to keep her mind focused on her tasks, manually
placing part A next to part B so that the robot at the next station
could actually fasten them in place.  Her hands moved back and forth,
almost as if she was as much a robot as the machine a few feet away.
 
    Inside her mind, however, things were much different.  Her
thoughts were whirling and tumbling, jumbled up together and strewn all
over the floor of her soul.
 
    *Rick and Connie are sleeping together.*
 
*    I really need to talk to them about their behavior.*
 
*    I wonder if Rick's any good?*
 
*    Shit!  Stop that!*
 
*    How long has he been driving his stiff cock into my little
girl... Ugh!*
 
*    What kicked it off?  Did he force her in the beginning? 
Is he abusing her?*
 
*    What do I do to make him stop fucking Connie?*
 
*    What if he tries to fuck me?*
 
    Jane felt herself blush and shudder as that last thought
ran through her mind.  She looked down in shame, realizing that she
should definitely not be having those kinds of thoughts.
 
    Suddenly, a loud horn blared, and everyone turned to look
in her direction.  She looked down to see that she had been putting the
pieces in the wrong place.  The robot next to her, unfeeling computer
that it was, had caught her mistake, and was berating her for it.
 
    Her supervisor came over, a distinctly irate look on her
face.
 
    "What the hell's your problem today, Tucker?  This is your
second mistake... and you're slowing down the whole line!"
 
    "I'm sorry, ma'am," Jane stuttered.  "It's personal crap. 
I'll do my best not to let it interfere with my job again."
 
    "It better not, or you'll have lots of time to consider
your personal crap... on the unemployment line!"  The supervisor
stormed off, and the line started moving again.  Jane focused her eyes
down, trying to force herself to pay attention to the moving parts,
trying to keep her thoughts on her work.
 
    But the thought of Rick and his cock just wouldn't leave
her alone.
 
 
 
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    "Jane?  You okay?" Trish asked.
 
    "Huh?" Jane said, startled out of her reverie.  She'd been
thinking about the situation at home again.  Of course.
 
    "You okay?  You've been standing there, staring, for the
last twenty minutes.  I don't mind doing the work if there's a problem,
but you might feel better if you talk about it."
 
    "Uh... no, that's okay.  I'm sorry, Trish.  I didn't mean
to slack off."
 
    "It's all right."  Trish turned to go back to mopping the
floor, and then a disgusted frown crossed her face.  "Oh, geez, here he
comes again."
 
    "Who?" she said.
 
    "That guy that's been hitting on you all week."
 
    "Oh."  Jane looked and saw him crossing the parking lot. 
He worked at the nearby factory, and he worked the evening shift.  He
was just getting off work, and he would come in to buy himself a soda
before heading home.  He had been hitting on Jane for the last week,
trying to get her to go out with him.
 
    Jane looked him over more appraisingly.  *Maybe that's all
it is.  Maybe I just need to get laid, and my brain is obsessing about
my son in an effort to shock me into it.*  The man was not
unattractive.  He was fit, with a strong face and nice features. 
Normally, he would not have been her type just because he seemed too
macho, but right now, she'd take what she could get.
 
    The man came in and smiled broadly at her.  She smiled back
politely, and waited for him to get his drink and come to the counter.
 
    "$2.38, please," Jane informed him.
 
    "How much extra to get your phone number?" he said.  This
was a new line, at least.
 
    Jane, off the top of her head, said, "Fifty cents."
 
    The man's eyes widened, and he dropped two quarters on the
counter with a grin.  Jane took his receipt and wrote her number on the
back of it, handing it to him.  She'd also wrote, "Call me tonight
after 1am."  She was home so rarely, getting a hold of her would be
tricky if they didn't plan things carefully.
 
    The man left with a smile, and Trish came over to Jane with
a worried look.  "What the hell's gotten into you?"
 
    Jane shrugged.  "I feel like going out with someone.  He's
the only one offering."
 
    Trish eyed her friend, but kept her peace about it, and
went back to her cleaning.  Jane, despite her promise, and her fervent
hope when she made the date, went back to fretting over her son and
daughter, and thinking about her son's sex life.
 
 
 
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    Doug led Jane into his apartment, and turned on a light. 
"You want something to drink?" he asked her.
 
    "Sure, if you've got some scotch."
 
    "Coming right up."
 
    Jane didn't drink often, but usually, when she was on these
dates, she needed the inhibition-reducing effects.  Ever since he'd
called her that night to arrange the date, she'd been nervous and
tense.  She didn't understand her emotions; she'd gone out with the
express purpose of getting laid before, so why was now different?
 
    Doug came back with her drink, and she took it, taking a
hefty swallow right off the bat.  Doug eyed her with a smile; any woman
drinking like that probably wouldn't have the wherewithal to turn him
down after too long.
 
    They chatted about nothing in particular as Jane finished
her drink.  She set the glass down, and then undid another button on
her blouse.  She'd already unfastened two of them during the evening,
and now her blouse was open to the point that her bra would show if she
pulled on the fabric.
 
    Doug did not ignore this rather obvious sign.  He put his
own drink down, and moved over to her.  He took Jane into his arms and
kissed her, hard.  His tongue was immediately demanding entrance into
her mouth, and she parted her lips to admit it.  He sought out and
roughly massaged her tongue with his.  Jane didn't normally like it
rough, but right now, she needed the release.
 
    Doug pushed her back until she tumbled onto the couch, and
he was right behind her.  His hand was already working at the remaining
buttons on her blouse as he continued to maul her tongue with his own.
 
    *Geez, this guy's anxious, isn't he?*
 
    The blouse was soon unbuttoned and shoved roughly off
Jane's shoulders.  She worked to get it off her arms so that it
wouldn't be completely ruined.  As she struggled with it, Doug groped
her chest through her bra, squeezing her tits and rolling them on her
chest.
 
    While she had her hands behind her back after getting her
blouse off, she unfastened her bra.  Doug noticed immediately, yanking
the fabric away from her chest so he could see her tits unobstructed.
 
    "Oh, yeah, Baby.  Very nice."  He groped her breast roughly
and pinched her nipple.
 
    *Ugh.  Well, this probably isn't going to be very
pleasant...  So long as he gets me off, though...*
 
    Doug bent down and took her free nipple into his mouth,
sucking on it and lapping his tongue across it.  Jane moaned in
pleasure; her nipples were very sensitive.  His free hand was working
on her slacks, and it didn't take him long before they were fully
unfastened.  He thrust his hand into her pants and began to finger her
through her panties.  Jane was already wet, despite the rough
treatment, because she was really very horny.
 
    Doug didn't really care why she was wet; her arousal merely
meant he didn't have to work too hard.  He grabbed hold of her pants
and underwear and yanked them down, breaking his lips' hold on her
nipple so that he could do so quickly.  He pulled them off, yanking her
shoes off and then she was nude.
 
    "Oh, yeah, you sweet thing.  Lookin' good."
 
    Jane cringed inwardly.  This slug was about as sensitive as
a rock.
 
    *I bet even if he forced her, Rick treated Connie better
than this...*
 
    The first thought of Rick ignited a fire inside of Jane. 
Her pussy grew wetter, and her nipples tingled.  She looked at Doug,
but she didn't really see him as he unfastened his pants and shoved
them roughly down his legs.  He slid his briefs off his hips as well.
 
    *Oh, god!  He's going to fuck me with *that* pathetic
thing?  I bet Rick's is a lot bigger... Connie sure sounded like it was
big enough to enjoy!*
 
    Doug climbed on top of Jane, and he fumbled, trying to
stick his dick inside her.  Finally, he took hold of it and guided it
to the right spot, then jerked his hips forward, ramming it inside of
her.
 
    Had he been even adequate, the move would have hurt, but
Jane barely felt him enter her.  She made the appropriate noises, of
course; she didn't really want to piss him off, if he was like this.
 
    In her mind's eye, however, it wasn't Doug fucking her.  It
was Rick.  She could see him clearly; naked and thrusting.  She had
never seen her son that way, but her imagination filled in all the
necessary details.
 
    As Doug clumsily fucked her, Jane's mind insisted it was
her son above her.  The thrill of that caused her pussy to squeeze
harder, to grow hotter and wetter.  Doug felt her actions, and he
grinned down at her.
 
    "Yeah, Baby.  Work that cunt!"
 
    She neither heard nor saw any of what was really
happening.  In her mind, she was being fabulously fucked by her son. 
She began to cry out as her arousal climbed.  Doug was almost
unnecessary at this point, though his movements made the fantasy
'real.'  She began to buck her hips up at him as her screams
intensified.
 
    "Oh, god, yeah, do it, Baby!" Doug grunted, ramming his
prick into her as fast and as hard as he could.  Jane could feel him
bumping against her clit with each thrust, and that did drive her right
to the brink of her orgasm.
 
    In her mind, Rick reached down for Jane's breast and rolled
the nipple lightly between his fingers.  That was all it took.  Jane's
body shuddered, and her orgasm washed over her.
 
    In the heat of the moment, Jane shouted, "Oh, god, Rick!"
 
    Doug was almost too far gone to notice, as the start of her
orgasm had triggered his own, causing him to spew his load into her hot
cunt.  After several seconds of bucking, though, he pulled out, and
looked down at her with distaste.
 
    "Who the fuck is *Rick*?" he demanded.
 
    "What?" Jane asked, not realizing what she'd done.
 
    "I asked you who the fuck *Rick* is.  Bitch, if you can't
even get my *name* right, you ain't worth my time!  Get the hell out of
my house!"
 
    Doug stormed off to the bathroom as Jane tried to regain
her senses.  She had actually screamed her son's name during orgasm?
 
    *Oh, fuck.*
 
 
 
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    Jane always worked her schedule so that her days off from
both jobs were the same.  This meant that she would at least be able to
recuperate, and see her kids two days a week.  Her date with Doug had
been on her day off, but she'd not had another day off for four days.
 
    Now she was sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee
and thinking over her predicament.  She still did not know what to do
about her children.  She was certain that what she saw was not a
one-time occurrence, or even a rare happening.  They were too intimate
with each other when they'd come out of the room for it to be
uncomfortable for either of them.
 
    She jumped, startled by a rap at the back door.  The door
opened, and Serena, their next door neighbor, stuck her head in.
 
    "Hello, Jane.  Like some company?"
 
    "Hi, Serena.  C'mon in.  Want some coffee?"
 
    "I'll get it," she said, waving Jane back into her chair. 
Serena made herself some coffee, and then sat down across from her
friend.  Serena had come over for a simple social visit, but it was
obvious to her immediately that Jane was in discomfort.
 
    "What is the matter?" Serena asked, her Spanish accent
coming through.  Serena had immigrated years before, but when she was
angry, upset, or worried, her old speech pattern emerged.
 
    "It's nothing," Jane lied.
 
    "Oh, *sandeces*!" Serena said.  She swore mostly in
Spanish, despite many years in the United States.  "There is clearly
something bothering you."
 
    "I can't talk about it, Serena.  It's... very..."
 
    "Something that troubles you that is very sensitive?  It is
about the children, then?"
 
    "Yes... and no.  Mostly, but..."
 
    "But it bothers you."
 
    "Yes.  Damn it, Serena, I *can't*!"
 
    "Would it help if I told you something that I know about
your son, that I do not think you know?  Then you could tell me what it
is you know about him that I do not know..."
 
    Jane sat for a long moment, staring at her friend.  Nothing
that Serena could tell her could equal the sheer magnitude of what she
knew... yet, if there was something *else* about Rick...
 
    Jane finally nodded.  "Okay, go ahead."
 
    "I have been making love to your son."
 
    Jane paled.  "You... *what*?"
 
    Serena blushed slightly - it was hard to notice beneath her
olive complexion - and nodded.  "Sí.  I know it is hard for you to
accept."
 
    "When did you start dating Rick?"
 
    "I am not sure you could call what is between us 'dating.' 
I have never left the house with him as an escort.  We watch movies
together, he comes over and we play chess... and occasionally, we make
love."
 
    "You're avoiding the question..."
 
    "Since just before Christmas," she finally admitted.
 
    *That might explain why he stopped grumping about a
girlfriend... but... then is he screwing Connie behind Serena's back?*
 
    "Now it is your turn," Serena prompted.
 
    Jane looked at her friend shakily.  She nodded.  "You
probably need to know this, if you are... intimate... with my son. 
Rick is sleeping with someone else."
 
    Serena paused.  She had not expected Jane to learn of any
of this, but she also knew that Rick was sleeping with only two women. 
He had sworn this to her.  Serena now understood the look on Jane's
face, and she had to decide how to play it.
 
    She decided that directly was probably the best method. 
"Yes.  I know this.  He is sleeping with *Consuela*."  Though Connie's
full name was Constance, Serena had made up the nickname for her on
their first meeting.  Connie was so pale, no one would ever mistake her
for a Hispanic.
 
    "You... *knew*?" Jane fairly screamed.
 
    Serena held up her hand.  "And I knew that you would not
react well to this news, which is why I kept it from you."
 
    "How long?" Jane demanded.
 
    "Also, since Christmas."
 
    "Why do I think that wasn't a coincidence?" Jane asked
sourly.
 
    "Because it was not.  *Consuela* came to me and talked to
me about Rick.  She was upset that he was alone.  She had a plan, and
she convinced me to help her with it."
 
    "Wait a minute," Jane said, stopping her.  "You're telling
me that this was *Connie's* idea?"
 
    "Sí.  She had fantasies of her and her brother, but she did
not believe he would agree without... having more experience first. 
She asked me to..."  Serena, for once, was uncomfortable discussing sex
with someone.
 
    "She asked you to be his first."
 
    "Sí."
 
    "So... you screwed him... then she did?"  Serena nodded. 
Jane felt as if she were spinning on a mad carousel.  Nothing made
sense, and she rested her head on her hand.  "I'm confused."
 
    "I know it is a lot to take in.  How did you find out?"
 
    "I came home early one day, and they were... engaged... in
his bedroom.  I saw her come out."
 
    Serena nodded.  "And you don't know what to do about it."
 
    "No, Serena, I don't.  I should scream at them, ground
them... take them to counseling!  But... then..."
 
    "What?"
 
    "You have to promise never to breathe a word of this!"
 
    Serena nodded.
 
    "I keep imagining it in my mind.  I keep seeing Rick and
Connie... *doing it*, and..."
 
    "It excites you?"
 
    "Worse!  On my last date, in the middle of... I called out
Rick's name!"
 
    "You imagined it was him?"
 
    "Yes!"
 
    Serena sipped her coffee for a moment, and then set it down.
 
    "So, what are you going to do?"
 
    "I don't know!"
 
    Serena reached across and put her hand on Jane's.
 
    "I know that it is not a normal thing, what they are
doing.  It is not a normal thing, what you are feeling.  That does not
make it *bad*, it only makes it unusual."
 
    "Serena..."
 
    "Listen to me.  So they have become intimate.  Who is that
hurting?  Rick is happy.  *Consuela* is happy."
 
    "But..."
 
    "But *what*?  No one else needs to be involved in something
that is between them."
 
    Jane sighed.  Her friend was making too much sense, yet her
upbringing warred with the logic of it.
 
    "I know you need to think about it.  But realize that
anything you do to separate them can only hurt them both.  I know you
don't want that.  Thank you for the coffee.  I will leave you with your
thoughts.  *Buena suerte, mi amiga.*"
 
    *Oh, god, what the hell am I going to do?*
 
    She didn't realize that the decision was mostly out of her
hands now.
 
 
 
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    Connie sat across from Serena at the kitchen table, sipping
on her hot chocolate.  Serena had called her over a couple days after
she had spoken to Jane.
 
    "So, what's up?" Connie asked.  "You look a little...
nervous."
 
    "We have... an issue."
 
    Connie frowned.  "What's the matter?"
 
    "Your mother caught you and Rick making love."
 
    Connie's face grew even paler than usual.  "When?"
 
    "I am not sure exactly when.  I found out she knew the day
before yesterday.  I have been trying to decide what, exactly, we can
do."
 
    "She's got to be pissed... I'm surprised she hasn't torn us
new assholes yet."
 
    Serena reached across and put her hand on Connie's.  "She
did think about it."
 
    "I figured."
 
    "There is more to it than that, however."
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    Serena sighed.  It was tough revealing these things to
Connie.  "Your mother is... very confused.  She has been taught that
what you and Rick are doing is very, very wrong.  Yet... it excites
her."
 
    "What?" Connie exclaimed.
 
    "Why do you find that surprising?" Serena asked softly.
 
    "I... well...  I dunno.  She's my mom."
 
    "She is still a woman."
 
    "I know that!  I just never really thought about her...
doing it, you know?  And don't start with that whole 'where do you
think you came from' bit... I *know* she has sex, I just don't think
about it."
 
    Serena nodded.
 
    "But... I mean... does Mom want to watch or something? 
That'd be... eww."
 
    Serena laughed at her friend.  "No, I don't believe so.  I
think, however, that she may be interested in Rick's attentions."
 
    Connie flushed at the thought.  "Mom... and Ricky?"
 
    "She fantasized about him while with another man.  That is
usually a sign of interest."
 
    Even Connie knew that much.  "Yeah... wow.  That's... uh...
weird."
 
    "Why is it weird for a woman to want to sleep with Rick?  I
do..."
 
    "But you're not related to him!"
 
    "*You* are..."
 
    "But..."
 
    "But what?" Serena said, teasing her friend.
 
    "It's just... ew!"
 
    "Do you think Rick might be interested in her?"
 
    "I don't think he's ever thought of her that way.  But he
does sometimes look at her... I don't know.  Anyway, you'd never get
either of them to agree to do it, even if both of them wanted to."
 
    Serena had to agree with that.  "Unless there was a way to
get them to... ah... come to it without really meaning to?"
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    Serena laid out her idea, slowly, because she was still
working it out in her head.  Connie very quickly warmed to the notion. 
She was still squeamish about the idea of her mother and sex, but she
knew that it would make her mother happy, to have a steady lover, and
Rick was very tender in bed.  She also knew that Rick liked sex, now
that he was getting it regularly, and having one more woman to make
love to would be a benefit for him.
 
    By the time Connie left Serena's house, the plan was fully
laid.
 
    *Now, to get *Mom* laid.*  Connie shuddered, still, at the
thought.
 
 
 
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    Rick's birthday and Jane's birthday were separated by only
two days.  To make things simpler for everyone, they had both agreed to
combine their birthdays, and have the celebration on the day between
them.  This day was only a week after Serena and Connie had their
little talk.
 
    Connie had told their mother that she and Serena would take
care of all the party preparation, and so they had.  Right now they
were putting away the cake and the ice cream.  The party, however, was
really just beginning.
 
    Serena kept her voice down as she spoke to Connie, pointing
at four pitchers in the fridge.  "I do not know how much of this we
will need.  You and I should drink from only the *red* pitchers.  The
*blue* pitchers are for the others."
 
    "What's in them?" Connie wanted to know, a little concerned.
 
    "It's just alcoholic punch... well, I had to talk to a few
friends of mine.  It's the kind of punch that has the right ingredients
so you cannot taste the alcohol."
 
    "Oh."
 
    "Make them some drinks, but leave the pitchers in here.  We
will keep their glasses filled for them."
 
    Connie nodded.  She poured the drinks for her and Serena,
while Serena poured the alcohol-laden drinks for Rick and Jane.  They
carried them out to the living room where the other two were chatting
and listening to some music.
 
    The others took their drinks and sipped them.  Connie also
brought out pretzels, and chips, and nachos.  Serena smiled at her. 
All of those things would definitely increase their thirst.  Serena
turned up the music a little bit, while Connie went over and opened the
dart board that hung on the wall.
 
    "C'mon, Ricky.  Time to get your butt whooped."
 
    "Oh, please," he said with a smile.  "You haven't beaten me
at darts in a long time."
 
    "Oh, yeah?  C'mon over and prove it, hot shot."
 
    Rick took his punch with him, setting it on the side table
as Connie handed him the darts.  Serena and Jane watched, chatting with
each other and snacking.  Serena watched very carefully as Jane
consumed her drink.
 
    As Connie and Rick played, Rick continued to sip at his
punch.  Connie knew that wouldn't work; he needed to drink quite a bit
of it, if it was going to have any effect.  She got an idea.
 
    "Game variation time!" she said in a party voice.  She
picked up the nachos and set them on the table next to his glass.  "You
have to dip the nacho in the cheese, and then hold it between your
teeth.  You have to throw the dart without breaking the nacho, or it
doesn't count!"
 
    Rick rolled his eyes, figuring his sister had practiced
this in order to beat him.  "Okay, fine..."
 
    Rick picked up a chip and dipped it lightly in the cheese,
so that it wouldn't drip.  He held it in his teeth very gently, and
lofted the dart.  As the dart smacked into the board, he crunched down
on the chip with a big grin on his face.
 
    "Nice try, Sis," he said with a smile.
 
    "You got lucky," she said.
 
    The game carried on that way for a while, and soon Rick's
drink was completely gone.  Jane's was also quite low.  Serena
collected both glasses, and took them out for refills.  When she came
back, she handed Rick his, and noted that he downed a quarter of it in
one gulp.
 
    *Very good.*
 
    "I think that's enough for now, *Consuela*."  Serena turned
and punched a command into the CD player.  A moderately fast song
started playing, and Serena swiveled her hips as she moved over beside
Rick.
 
    "Dance with me," she said.
 
    Rick was a little self-conscious, but Serena was insistent,
and so he began to move with her, following her lead.  They were barely
touching, since it was a faster song, and Rick was comfortable with it
by the time the song ended.
 
    Jane and her daughter watched the other two and chatted. 
Jane continued to munch lightly on snacks and drink her punch.  She
caught herself paying attention to how Rick's butt swayed to the music.
 
    *Stop it!*
 
    She shook herself, unaware that Connie was watching her
every move, and had correctly interpreted the whole thing.
 
    *So, she does think of him like that... but she's fighting
it.  Maybe after tonight, she won't have to anymore.*  Nothing about
their plan was certain, but she thought it had a good chance of success.
 
    After the song ended, Rick bowed slightly to his partner,
and then he took a swig of his punch.  Serena looked pointedly at
Connie, who got up from her chair.
 
    "My turn," she said, and walked over to Rick.
 
    Rick turned and looked down at his sister with a
disconcerted expression.  When the song started, however, it was
another fast-paced beat, and soon he and Connie were dancing happily
together.  They were again barely touching each other as they moved. 
Serena sat across from Jane and watched avidly, paying close attention
to Jane's mood and her reaction.
 
    The next tune was a little slower, but still allowed them
to keep some distance.  The siblings touched more, though, and Serena
noted Jane take a big gulp of her drink.  Serena thought that Jane was
trying to distract herself from her thoughts.  She didn't want that.
 
    At the end of the song, Serena got up and paused the CD. 
She turned and said, "You have danced with all but one of us, Rick..."
 
    Jane at first shook her head, "Oh, no, I can't..."
 
    "C'mon, Mom," Connie said.  "You don't have to do anything
fancy.  Just move to the beat."
 
    Jane didn't want to be a stick in the mud, so she stood up
and moved over to where her son was.  Rick had finished off his punch
after dancing with his sister, and he was beginning to feel a little
buzzed.  He didn't recognize it for what it was, however, and just
figured he had done too much so soon after eating.
 
    When Serena started the next song, both Rick and Jane
looked at her.  It was a slow ballad.  Serena just shrugged.  "Even
easier on you.  Just shuffle your feet."
 
    Rick bowed to the situation faster than Jane did, but she,
also, decided to go along with it.  She put her arms loosely around
Rick's neck, and he put his hands lightly on her hips, and they began
to move slowly together.
 
    While the two were dancing, Connie surreptitiously slipped
out and refilled their drinks, returning well before the song ended. 
She gave Serena a sly smile, which Serena returned.  Things were going
very well, so far.
 
    Finally, the song ended.  Jane had enjoyed dancing with her
son; it had been a long time since she had danced with anyone.  She
gave him a hug before they parted, and then she moved back to her
seat.  Rick, also, took his punch and sat down.
 
    Serena turned the music to something more background-like,
and got out a box from behind her chair.
 
    "Game time!" she proclaimed, and flipped the box open.  She
pulled out a vinyl mat and a cardboard spinner.  As soon as they were
visible, Connie squealed in glee.
 
    "Twister!"
 
    "Yes.  Now, to keep it from getting too... crowded, I think
we should play in pairs.  The old people against the youngsters. 
Connie and I will go first."  Connie smirked at Serena's ploy.
 
    "You're going down, Serena!" Connie jibed.
 
    "We shall see," Serena challenged.  She handed the spinner
to Rick.  "Would you spin for us?"
 
    "Sure," he said, setting the spinner on the table as he
popped some pretzels into his mouth.  He washed them down with punch as
he spun the top and said, "Right foot, blue."
 
    Connie stepped on the mat, and the game began.
 
 
 
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    It was fully ten minutes before Connie finally lost her
balance and lost to Serena.  They had been intentionally helping each
other stay upright, to encourage the other two to consume more of their
drinks.  Only when it looked like the drinks were nearly gone did they
allow the game to end.
 
    "Dang it," Connie said sourly.  Serena helped her up and
smiled.
 
    "You did well."  Turning to the other two, she said, "Your
turns."
 
    Jane thought about objecting again, but she thought,
*What's the harm?  It's just a game... looked like they were having
fun.*
 
    Connie held the spinner up, so that they couldn't see which
way the spins came out.  This was very well planned, and she and Serena
sat next to each other to quietly plot each spin.
 
    Three minutes later, Connie said, "Right hand, red."
 
    Rick looked at the board, and grimaced.  He wasn't sure he
could get there from here.  He bent and twisted reaching...
 
    As he moved his arm toward the nearest red dot, it slid
across his mother's chest, right at the height of her nipples.  Jane
had to bite her lip; the sensation, even through her shirt and bra, was
exciting.  She flushed slightly, to the secret delight of the other two
women, and completely unnoticed by her son.
 
    The game went on.
 
 
 
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    By the time they wrapped up Twister, it was clear that Jane
and Rick were both slightly high.  The other two whispered to each
other, and the game was put away.
 
    "Okay, time for something requiring less agility," Serena
said with a smile.
 
    "What did you have in mind?" Jane asked.
 
    "Just a little game of spin the bottle," Serena replied.
 
    Jane blushed.  "I haven't played that since I was a teen...
and... there is kind of only one boy here..."
 
    "Okay," Connie said, "We'll change the rules just a
little.  If you get a girl, you can kiss her on the cheek if you like."
 
    Serena immediately nodded.  Connie looked at her brother. 
"That doesn't apply to you!"
 
    Rick blushed, but consented.  He was feeling very good at
the moment, thanks to the alcohol he still didn't realize he'd consumed.
 
    Jane thought it over, but her mind, too, was affected by
the alcohol.  "Okay, fine."
 
    Serena took first spin.  She ended up getting Jane.  She
moved over and kissed Jane softly on the cheek.  It was just a quick
peck.
 
    "Hey!  Not enough!" Connie complained.  Serena looked at
her.
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    "The kiss has to last at least five seconds."
 
    Serena raised her eyebrows in faked surprise.  She nodded
in acceptance, and kissed Jane again, counting to five until she
released.  Jane was blushing by that time.
 
    Connie was next, and she ended up getting her brother.  She
moved over and sat next to him, wrapping her arms around him.  She
pressed her lips to his, and they kissed.  Both of them had to remember
not to get their tongues involved in the kiss in front of their mother.
 
    After the time had passed - Serena had to inform them their
five seconds were up - Connie moved back to her seat, and motioned to
Rick to spin.
 
    Rick spun the bottle, and it stopped, pointing right at his
mother.  Rick blushed furiously.  He looked at his mother, who was also
disconcerted.
 
    Slowly, he moved over next to her.  She turned slightly to
him, her breathing a little ragged.
 
    "I'll let you know when you can stop," Connie said, looking
at her watch.
 
    Rick leaned in, and Jane closed her eyes as their lips
met.  This was the realization of a small part of her fantasy, and he
was every bit as good at kissing as she had thought he might be.  Their
kiss lingered for at least fifteen seconds before Connie said, "Oops. 
You can stop now."
 
    Mother and son separated, both a little embarrassed that
they had enjoyed that as much as they had.  Serena waited for them to
settle a little, and then she said, "Jane, your turn."
 
    There was no luck involved with the fact that the bottle
spun to point right at Rick.  Serena had made sure of it.  Mother and
son looked at each other again, and there was far less hesitation when
Jane moved over to sit next to him.  Their kiss lasted at least thirty
seconds this time.
 
    Serena and Connie looked at each other and grinned.
 
 
 
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    "Okay, big brother, time for more darts!"
 
    "You're just gonna get the pants beat off you again," he
said with a lopsided grin induced by having far more alcohol than he
would normally consume.
 
    "Oh, yeah?  That sounds like an interesting game..."
 
    "What?"
 
    "See if you can beat the pants off me.  For every game, the
loser has to remove some clothing."
 
    Serena held her breath.  This was pretty blatant.  Would
Rick object?  Would Jane?
 
    Rick stood, shakily.  "Okay, fine," he said.  "But you're
gonna look funny standing there naked throwing darts."
 
    Serena chimed in and said, "Wait a minute."
 
    Connie turned to her with a worried frown.
 
    "What about us?" Serena said with a wink.  "You up for it,
Jane?"
 
    Jane looked a little uncertain, but she couldn't really
think clearly.  "Okay, I guess," she said, the alcohol really deciding
for her.
 
    Each of them took a turn, and tallied up their scores. 
Rick would normally have won handily, but as drunk as he was, one of
his darts didn't even hit the board.  Jane was in no better shape, and
she in fact lost the first round.
 
    "C'mon, Mom," Connie said.  "Gotta lose something."
 
    Jane chose to remove her shoes.  Connie rolled her eyes,
but said nothing.
 
    The game continued, round after round.  Jane and Rick had
no luck, and were swiftly losing clothes.  Only when Serena came back
out and whispered to Connie that they had actually run out of drinks
did they decide it was probably time to call it a night.
 
    Jane was having trouble standing, by this point.  She was
not a drinker, and she'd consumed far more than she should have.  Rick
was scarcely better, though he did at least keep his balance.
 
    "I think you two have had enough," Serena said.  Rick was
wearing only his briefs at this point, and Jane had on bra and
panties.  "Rick, you think you can help your mom get to bed?"
 
    "I can make it on my own!" Jane insisted, weaving badly and
nearly stumbling.  Rick grabbed her to hold her upright, and she fell
against him.
 
    "C'mon, Mom," he said, half-leaning against her as he
guided her out of the room and down the hall toward her bedroom. 
Serena and Connie looked at each other and smiled.
 
    Rick and Jane walked, badly, back to her bedroom, and then
Rick pulled back the covers, to help his mother into bed.  She slumped
down onto the bed, and he helped her scoot her legs over until she was
on the bed properly.
 
    Rick went to straighten up, but the booze along with the
head rush was more than his body could take.  He got dizzy, collapsing
on the bed next to his mother.  He rolled onto his side, wrapping his
arm over her obliviously, and passed out.
 
 
 
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    Rick awoke slowly.  His head felt very foggy, and he was
aware, now, that he had probably been quite drunk the night before.
 
    *God, what did they do to me?*
 
    Strangely, his head didn't hurt very much.  It was there,
but he could live with it.  He didn't open his eyes yet, though.  He
had a feeling the light of day might cause him more pain.
 
    It took a little while before Rick noticed that he was
lying next to someone.  He rolled toward them, his eyes still closed,
and he felt his unfettered dick press into her ass.
 
    *When did I get undressed?*
 
    *When did* she* get undressed... and who is she?*
 
    Rick's arm had naturally slid along the side of the woman
he was with, and then down across her abdomen.  As she sighed in her
sleep and squirmed, his hand slid up onto her breast.  Rick squeezed
without even thinking about it, doing what he had learned women like. 
The woman moaned, still not awake, but clearly waking up.
 
    As Jane came to, she opened her eyes, and quickly closed
them again.  The light from the window stabbed deep into her skull,
causing her to wince.  She then felt her head pounding like a drum...
 
    But just after that, she felt the hand on her breast,
squeezing and massaging her.  She felt the hard cock pressing into her
ass, and she sighed softly.  It had been a long time since she'd woken
up with a man, and most of her dates had not been this gentle with her.
 
    Her mind had not yet been able to grasp who was in bed with
her, and at that very moment, she didn't much care.  She wiggled
herself, pressing back into her bedmate.  She moaned as his fingers
found her nipple, twisting it gently.  She reached back between them
and began to fondle his hard dick.  She had only hazy recollections of
the previous night's party.
 
    *Who is this?  Did Serena invite someone over to...*
 
*    Did I...*
 
*    What the hell happened?*
 
    Jane turned over, ready to look at the man she was lying in
bed with, but as soon as she did, he pulled her against himself and
kissed her passionately.  Jane kept her eyes closed as his tongue
probed her lips.  She opened them to admit it, and it slipped in,
slithering toward its partner and then caressing her tongue.  His hands
slipped down her back until they rested on her ass, and he pulled her
more tightly against him.  His prick dug into her abdomen, and she
loved the feel of it.  She moaned into his mouth as they continued to
kiss.
 
    Jane ran her hands over the muscled body of her - was he? -
lover, and then slipped her one hand between them, to rub his cock
again.  If he wasn't yet, she decided, he soon would be her lover.
 
    Rick kissed and fondled the woman he was with, his eyes now
open, but he was simply too close to her to actually recognize her. 
The feel of her tits pressing into his chest was wonderful; the feel of
her hand on his dick delightful.  He groaned as she continued to caress
his cock.
 
    Finally, the woman rolled onto her back, pulling Rick with
her.  It was clear what she wanted, and Rick moved above her as she
spread her legs to admit him.  As Rick put his dick to her pussy, he
pushed himself up to get more leverage and -
 
    "Mom!" he cried.
 
    Jane opened her eyes to see her son, Rick, above her, about
to penetrate her wet and waiting pussy.  Her fantasy flashed into her
alcohol-addled, sleep-fuzzied mind, and all she knew right now was that
she needed him to fuck her.
 
    "Do it, Rick.  Fuck me.  Slam inside me with all you've
got.  Come on, fuck your mother,"
 
    Though Rick's dick had begun to soften at the very thought
of what he had almost unknowingly done, his mother's words brought it
roaring back to life, as hard as or harder than it had been.
 
    "Mom..." he said, still unsure.
 
    "C'mon Baby," she purred.  "I know about you and Connie. 
You can do the same for me, can't you?  I'm so lonely, Rick... and a
woman needs to get laid sometimes, too..."
 
    Jane moved her hands out to grasp her son's hips, and she
tried to pull him into her.  Rick understood what she was doing. 
Finally, he gave in to the inevitable.  He was simply too horny to
stop, and she appeared to want it.
 
    Rick pressed forward, shoving his prick deep into his
mother's hot cunt.  Jane cried out in pleasure at the feel of him
inside her. 

    "Oh, god, Baby!  That feels so damn good!"
 
    Rick began to move in and out of his mother in short, rapid
strokes.  She was quickly moaning beneath him, her orgasm approaching. 
He thought this was good, since he knew his was coming fast.
 
    As he began to spew his load deep inside her, she also
came, crying out as her body bucked and twisted beneath him.  He shot
his cum deep inside of her, and then he slowed to a stop.  Jane took
slightly longer to settle, but when she did, Rick began to slip from
her warm pussy.
 
    Jane was having none of that, however.  She put her legs
around her son's hips and pulled him forcibly back into her body.  Rick
went willingly, though confused.
 
    Jane pulled her son down, and they resumed their kissing. 
Her cunt squeezed his semi-erect cock repeatedly, working to
re-invigorate it.  Rick began to rock his hips slightly, which rubbed
his pubic hair over her clit.  She moaned as he did that, and her cunt
muscles rippled more strongly.
 
    Soon, Rick was as hard as iron once again.  Jane loved the
feel of his hard dick inside her, and she urged him to start moving. 
Rick began to thrust more slowly this time, the edge taken off his
need.  Jane was soon writhing beneath him, her body quickly approaching
a new orgasm.  When her climax washed over her, she screamed out his
name, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he continued to thrust
into her.
 
    Jane slowly came down from her orgasm, but she still wasn't
satisfied.  She gently eased her son away from her, and then she rolled
over, pushing herself up to her hands and knees.
 
    Wiggling her ass in the air, Jane slowly lowered her head
to her pillow.  Rick got the idea, and was quickly slipping into her
upturned pussy.  Jane whimpered as he slid all the way into her, and
then reached down to fondle her tits.  When he twisted her nipples, he
also began to thrust into her, and she cried out in unexpected bliss.
 
    Rick built his pace until his mother was rocking back and
forth with every thrust.  He continued to massage her tits and tweak
her nipples as he fucked her hard and fast.  Jane was soon screaming
through yet another orgasm, but Rick barely noticed, so caught up in
his rhythm and in the feel of her pussy gripping his cock.
 
    Jane began to cry out, "Yes, harder!  Oh, god, that's so
good!  Fuck me, Baby!"
 
    Rick was driven by his mother's encouragements, though he
would have been shocked at any other time to hear her talking that
way.  He plowed her pussy as hard as he could, and she loved every
second of it, crying out and calling his name repeatedly.
 
    Rick felt his balls begin to tighten, and he knew his
climax was close.  He took her nipples between his fingers and pinched
them, tugging them strongly.  He finally slammed his dick deep inside
his mother and blasted his cum into her pussy.
 
    At the first pulse of his cock, Jane lost it, overtaken by
her biggest orgasm yet.  She slammed her hips back against him, shoving
him as deeply into her as she could.  Her back arched, and her body
shuddered.  She growled almost animally, and she gripped the sheets
with her fingers.
 
    Rick tensed his entire body as his cum flowed from his
cock.  After a long moment, he began to descend his high, but his
mother was still in the throes of her orgasm.  He held onto her,
rocking his hips to prolong her orgasm, until she finally had to push
him away; she was simply too sensitive to take it.
 
    Rick withdrew from her, and then moved beside her, pulling
her down onto the bed with him.  They embraced tenderly, and he kissed
his mother, slipping his tongue into her mouth.  The kiss wasn't
passionate, but loving in a way that the two had never loved each other
before.
 
    There, they rested.
 
 
 
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    It was a long time before mother and son left the bedroom,
and when they did, the look they got from Connie was knowing.
 
    "You two set this up, didn't you?  You and Serena?" Jane
accused.
 
    Connie nodded.  "See, you can't yell at me now.  I can't
get in trouble for sleeping with my brother, 'cause you're doing it
too."  She giggled.
 
    Rick walked over and hugged her, then kissed her as
passionately as he had Jane.  She felt the tiniest twinge of jealousy,
but she knew it wouldn't grow.
 
    After the siblings parted, they all headed into the kitchen
to eat lunch.
 
    Connie sat down next to her brother while their mother
fixed them something to eat.  He hugged her and kissed her again, but
not as strongly.
 
    Connie smiled and said to him, "See?  I told you you'd like
your birthday present."
 
 
 
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