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Authors name: Chili Repost
Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 2/7
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 2
BY CHILI PEELER
"How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at
her.
"I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing
his hair off his forehead in a motherly instinct. She
could almost bet money on the position he'd choose.
"In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big
smile on his face, "Assume the position......of doggy
submission!" He pulled his fingers from her pussy and
sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up
from his hairy pubes like a Stonehendge monolith.
Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just
loved to take her from behind. She liked just about
any position if the truth was known.
"You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting
up and then twisting her body over so she was in the
position he wanted, crouching on her hands and knees
in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows
just in front of her as Brad moved between her calves,
his right hand coming up to stroke her puffy pouch of
pussy nestled between the top of her thighs while his
left hand lay on her butt.
"I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like
this...you got a great ass, Mom," Brad said compli-
mentary. His knees spread her legs wider and his
fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love
to drive my hips into it while I fuck you."
Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at
Brad's bawdy talk and the way he was massaging the
inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her husband never
would have been able to use such language and she
never would have experienced it if she's settled down
with some older suitor from town.
"You like to watch it shake while you screw me?"
Sharon asked, giving him tit-for-tat. She looked back
at him and could almost see his mind trying to think
up a comeback.
"You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm
throwing Big Chubby to ya!" His left hand squeezed
her asscheek to punctuate his statement. Big Chubby
was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he
used with all too much regularity.
"Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said,
moving her pussy back and forth suggestively around
his digits, fucking herself on them. She was more
than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use.
"You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by
day but when we get in this bed....man, you like it
down and dirty, don't you?" He was almost laughing at
her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot
and moved even closer behind her, his figure now
seeming to loom over her upthrust ass. His eyes were
on her face as he dipped his knees slightly and
slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It
was apparent that he wanted an answer before he con-
tinued.
"You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't
sleep with her own son." Her words pleased Brad; he
began to smile. She went further. "An angel doesn't
get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck
her all night!"
That got him. She turned her face away from him
and held her breath as he directed the tip of his
cock against the flower of her pussyhole and pushed
strongly. After all the times he had done this, he
knew just the right pressure to apply to sock the
fat head of his fucker past the resisting ring of her
pussy portal.
His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all
night!" completely covered her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of
pleasure and pain as he entered her. She closed her
eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of
discomfort but it went away quickly.
"Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get
fucked, you dirty, dirty angel."
Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing
the rest of his thick fuckstick through her splayed
cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant being stuffed
up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it.
"Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so
easy," Brad grunted as his strong hands held her ass
and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch by wide inch.
"Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said
through gritted teeth. He always compared her to
girls his own age that he dated and fucked; those high
school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't
reached to the point of maturity where they could
accommodate her son or just didn't want to try. She'd
been only too happy to cure his blue balls after those
occasions.
"Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a
big final push, he sank his last three inches into her
begrudging cunt in a bull rush.
"Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite
charge up her. Normally if he'd tried something like
that, she'd have tore into him about being crude and
uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that
she didn't want to make a point of it.
"Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely.
"It's all right....just leave it in for a moment,"
she asked. She wanted her cuntal sheath to fully
expand before her son started banging away.
As they stayed still in the center of her bed,
she dipped her head down to look back under her body.
One thing about their taboo sex that she loved was to
watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his
man-cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic!
Taking him on her hands and knees was her least
favorite position for viewing the penetration but,
through her dangling titties, she could watch his nuts
and that held some charm.
'They're going to give Brenda what she wants... a
big load or two of potent baby cream," Sharon thought.
Brad just exuded virility and she was sure in her mind
that he could knock up his sister-in-law if given the
chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming
back for more, besides his natural Oedipallic yearning,
was the opportunity to fuck her without a condom; she'd
had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore her
pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked
his nuts in.
She steadied herself on her left hand as she
reached back between her legs with the right. Her
fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a few
delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a
little more and took Brad's balls in the palm of her
hand.
"You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and
behind her. His heavy balls slid off her hand as he
pulled his cock out of her cunt halfway and then
pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his
swinging scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers
but he was already into his second thrust, his balls
escaped her as they swung away. She satisfied herself
with feeling the underside of his moving shaft and her
bulging, sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands
forward to grab her waist, his fingers digging into
her skin.
"MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she
trilled and puffed and grunted in front of her hung
son as he fucked her like a cur in the middle of her
bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her
for years and years. God help her, Brad was better,
so much better!
Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic
squawking of the mattress coils heralding another hot
coupling of mother and son. They fucked silently for
several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act
without expounding about the shameful sensations
emanating from their sex organs.
"You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted
behind her in imperfect English, "...fucking awesome!"
His erection plumbed her nice and hard, the only speed
he seemed to know.
Sharon steadied herself on both hands again,
closing her eyes and tilting her head back toward her
shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against her bottom
again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and
shaking just like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed
in her oozing quim.
"Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby,
get Momma off!" she pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass
prevertedly, goading her young lover to fuck her
harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking
her hard but didn't shift into the higher gears she
knew he had.
He did however dip his hands under her hips, his
body leaning over her slightly as his fingers tortured
her unhooded clit. His fingers were clumsy, riding on
her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing
her slick downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew
the extra stimulation would put her into orbit.
"Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze
my dick....yeah, that's it, Mom! Ah, fuck yeah...make
it tight....then let it cum...aahhh ....aahhhh."
Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's
pounding pud, squeezing the front half of his horse
cock when it delved between them. His words and fingers
were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where control
of her cunt would be lost.
"Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let
her face and shoulders fall into the stacked pillows
before her, afraid her arms were going to give out any
second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward a few
inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass
higher. He quickly straightened up, grabbing her
jiggling cheeks with his strong mitts as he shifted
into overdrive.
"AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that...
pussy up! FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!"
Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow
exploded in a juice-squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She
fought to even breath as her sex jerked and shimmied
around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts.
"UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release,
just blown away by her son's powerful fucking.
Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of
time but she came out of the fuck funk feeling Brad's
hands under her armpits, pulling her upper body upward.
"Get up..I want you up," she realized Brad was
saying. "Yeah..I want you just like this!"
No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than
Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and began lunging
into her still-shivering sex. He was laying into her
so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so powerfully
that Sharon thought the back of her head would bump
against her tailbone!
"TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!"
Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum
in her stretched cunt as he shoved in deep. His twitch-
ing tool sent her into a follow-up mini-orgasm, the two
of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed with
her juices in the confines of her cunt.
The world outside spun on unknowingly.
"Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon
said later as they lay on their backs beside each
other.
"God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad
misunderstood what she'd meant but neither had to get
up early in the morning. Another go-round would
probably occur if her pussy could take it. She rolled
on her side toward him, raising up on her elbow and
draping her arm across his chest.
"I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me'
but I think you'll enjoy it as much.....we've got a
crisis in the family."
"Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her
arm.
"Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby
for quite a while and Brenda's found out that Chris is
the problem."
"What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?"
"Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking
him, "but the odds aren't good and Brenda wants a baby.
...even if it's not Chris's."
Brad looked from the ceiling to her face.
"Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....
that is, if you want."
"No shit!"
"I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son,
"We were talking about it when you came in today. I've
seen the way you look at Brenda... I hope you don't
mind me volunteering you for the task."
"And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked,
trying to hide his obvious interest.
"Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find
out."
"So, Brenda said it was O.K. for me to fuck her?"
Brad's concern about Chris's feelings disappeared fast
enough.
"It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's
going to have to be done with, uh, some detachment.
She's just looking to get pregnant...it would be a no-
frills thing."
"My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy
and you call that no-frills?!" Brad said with a naughty
gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that frills deluxe!"
"I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself,"
Sharon said, kissing him tenderly for a moment. "You'll
just have to act like you aren't."
"That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sexpot.
...almost as hot as you," he added, his fingers moving
up her arm and onto her right breast.
"Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed,
moving her hand down his stomach to touch his hardening
prick. "Is this because of me or because of Brenda?"
"Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back
and moving over her. "But Brenda's not here, so you'll
have to do."
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'I should have my head examined for even thinking
about this,' Brenda thought as she drove to her mother-
in-law's house the next afternoon. But she had made up
her mind to go through with Sharon's solution. It made
sense in every way.
And there was that illicit element that made it
even exciting. She could use some excitement if the
truth be known.
Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There
wasn't a lot of variation in their lovemaking. He
wanted to be sucked for awhile and then he got on
top and went as long as he could. That had been very
exciting when they were dating but, after years of
marriage, the luster was wearing off.
Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of
growing up to do but there was something that was very
exciting about his untamed manners. It was like having
Tarzan in the family.
She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the
wild dream that she'd had about Brad the previous
night. She knew enough about dreams to know that
things seen or heard in a previous day often made
their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been
surprised she'd have a sexual dream. But her part in
the dream had shocked her.
In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The
scene had been his mother's bedroom but she wasn't
covered up, hiding her body. She'd been naked and
pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the
beginning of the portion of the dream that she could
remember. The shorts had come off and Brad had had
this super cock. Obviously, he couldn't have one like
the one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen inches
long! She'd pushed Brad on his back on the bed and
climbed on top of him, steering his unbelievable organ
right up into her ready pussy, sinking down on it
until it was somehow all the way inside her. Then
she'd bounced on it like a banshee until it unleashed
a huge blast of sperm right where she needed it.
But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted
from Brad's wilting surrealistic dick and scooted back
until she was straddling his knees. Then she'd taken
that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and
jacked on it like a porno star.
She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she
could get more of his seed in her fertile womanhood.
But the damn thing had gone off in her mouth, shooting
blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering
in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to
produce so much sperm, she'd swallowed it down and
kept right on sucking.
Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and
she'd pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs
wide, letting Brad ram his long prong impossibly deep
in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after
orgasm as he pounded her. It had been so unbelievable
but so real!
Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt
like a quart of baby juice. Almost immediately, Brenda
had felt that she was pregnant, that a new life was
being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly
had started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in
about ten seconds. Then all at once it had snapped back
to its original flat state and Brad was presenting her
with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes,
pressing a nipple in its mouth, feeling it beginning
to nurse.....
That's when she had sat up in bed beside her
sleeping husband, her breath coming in waves, her body
tingling with excitement.
'Brenda, you've got some imagination!' she told
herself, seeing her mother-in-law's house come into
view. 'This is just about getting pregnant and that's
all.'
But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't
about just having a baby.
The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to
answer it. It was most likely Brenda, come to discuss
things with her and Brad.
"Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped
at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out
of his bedroom.
"That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call
you."
"Gotcha."
"And comb your hair!" she said before heading
downstairs.
Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda
though the sheer curtains on the inside door.
"Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening
both doors.
Brenda came in and she said to come into the
kitchen and have some ice tea that she had made. Brenda
and she went into the kitchen.
"You must be working today," Brenda said as she
sat down at the kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her
nurse's uniform.
"Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you
go." Sharon sat a glass of tea in front of Brenda and
sat down at the table.
"Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter-in-law
asked.
"Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen
Brad so serious as when I told him about your
problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to Brenda to
keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that
Brad was only interested in slipping her his salami,
would have blown everything. "He sees the reasoning
behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd keep
our secret."
"Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked.
"I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he
understands what could happen to our family if this
gets out. Don't worry about that."
"Then I guess, if Brad tests O.K., we should plan
for this coming Thursday. That's the next big day."
"Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him
about it," she said. Sharon walked over to the stairs
and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!" She then walked
back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey."
Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous
talking with Brad now that it looked like he was going
to know her so intimately. But Brenda looked totally
at ease, even eager to see Brad.
'Could it be that she's convinced herself so
totally that this is the right thing to do?' Sharon
wondered.
Brad came down the stairs, looking much more
presentable than usual. His hair was combed back in
a ponytail and he was wearing a tennis shirt and nice
knee-length shorts.
"Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he
slipped into his usual comedic self, putting on a
serious voice, he said, "You all know why I've called
you here today."
"Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to
joke his way right out of his chance to lay with
Brenda and deny her a grandchild.
"Sharon, it's O.K.," Brenda said, waving her hand
at her. "Some levity is what we need right now. Sit
down, Brad."
Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting.
She seemed to be in control of the situation. Brad sat
down at the table and managed to control himself for
the next half hour that they talked.
Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to
her and Chris. Brad laid it on a little thick, saying
that he just wanted her and Chris to be happy but
Brenda seemed to buy it.
So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in
the morning to pick up a sperm sample and take it to
the out of town clinic for analysis. Sharon was a
little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek
when she left. It went against the impersonal tone
they had all put on the actual event.
"How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she
came back from walking Brenda out to her car.
"You were fine, dear," his mother said as she
cleaned the table.
"Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said
with a smile.
"Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother
said with a small laugh.
"Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!"
"Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she
said shaking her head but smiling. "I better head to
work."
Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother
looked pretty hot in her nurse's uniform. He made a
mental note to see if she might go for wearing it one
night.
"What are you going to do tonight?" she asked be-
fore she left.
"Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't
any parties. Maybe I ought to study."
"Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the
books was not what he did and it was the summer anyway.
"Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the
old joke on her.
"You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically
as he laughed at his own joke. Then she said, "I don't
think you have to worry. From someone who's been on the
receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just fine."
"Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right
anyway?"
"Yes. So keep it in your pants."
He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she
kissed him good-bye. She told him where dinner was in
the fridge and then she was gone, leaving him to think
about Brenda and what was to come.
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It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon
pulled her car into her garage and went inside her
house. She'd been on duty for fourteen hours at the
hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three
hours during the night thanks to a rotation they had
worked out among the nurses on duty. She was a little
fatigued but she would wait until after Brenda stopped
by to pick up Brad's sperm sample.
She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons
of two twelve-paks of Olympia near the sink.
'Looks like Brad had some company last night,' she
thought.
She looked in the livingroom and saw empty potato
chip bags and beer cans on the coffee table. It looked
like Brad and some of his friends had spent the night
drinking and watching TV.
She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of
Brad's sleeping friends but found none. She then went
into the kitchen and took a wine glass out of the cup-
board. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between
her fingers, she made her way upstairs.
She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber
soled nurse shoes and went into the bathroom and
brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight shift, she had
drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in
her mouth.
Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the
upstairs hallway. She looked in the guest bedroom and
found it empty. Likewise, the small den where she did
the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room
to check out.
She knocked very lightly and then opened the door.
Her son was sprawled on his bed, face down and naked.
He was alone which was something of a relief. There
wouldn't be any girls to chase away.
Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the
sight of Brad's nude form yet again. He was 19 but he
had a more mature body. She was a very lucky woman to
share a bed with him frequently.
She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she
sat on the side of the bed and shook his shoulder.
Continued in part 3...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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