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Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 4/7
(sis-in-law, preg, voy)
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 4
BY CHILI PEELER
"Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to
her pacing son.
It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were
both in the front room of the house awaiting the
arrival of Brenda.
"Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window.
"You would think she'd at least be on time."
"She'll be here. I talked to her this morning and
she was coming. Why don't you wait upstairs in your
room? You can get ready."
Brad looked at her and gave her a smile. 'Getting
ready' meant looking at some dirty magazines so he would
come to the bed in an aroused state. Sharon had thought
it would be less awkward for Brenda.
"O.K., Mom," Brad said. He started walking toward
the way upstairs but stopped in the doorway to say,
"But if Brenda chickens out, you're going to be the
one on the receiving end later on."
'I almost wish Brenda does not show up,' Sharon
thought after he tromped upstairs. She put the magazine
down that she had been thumbing through and walked to
the window herself.
The last couple of days had been very strange. She
had never needed her son like she had since she had
suggested her idea to Brenda. It might have awakened
some desires of her own to have another child because
she had fucked Brad every day since Monday. Yesterday,
she had taken him in the morning again, wanting him to
have all night to build up for Brenda.
Down in the valley, a car made the turn onto their
road. Too far away to tell if it was Brenda but the car
was the same color as hers. Sharon walked to the front
door and went out onto the front porch. She could hear
the phone from the porch if it wasn't Brenda coming up
the road.
But it was. Brenda pulled her car into the driveway
as Sharon gave her a welcoming wave.
'My knees are shaking,' thought Sharon. 'What must
Brenda be going through!'
"Good morning," Brenda said, getting out of the car
and opening the back door to pull out a small travel
bag.
"Morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" Sharon
said walking down the steps to meet her halfway. They
hugged briefly in the sunshine.
"A little excited, actually," Brenda said when
they unclenched.
Sharon hadn't expected her to be so together; she
had thought she would have to bolster her courage. But
Brenda was all smiles.
"Well then, come on in," Sharon said. They went
inside and Sharon asked Brenda to sit at the kitchen
table for a moment.
"Where's Brad?" Brenda asked, placing her bag on
the table and sitting down.
"He's upstairs in his room. I thought we'd keep
him there until we were ready for him," Sharon said
as she poured them some ice tea. "I think there are
a few things to cover before we go up."
"Sure, what?" Brenda asked as she took the glass
of ice tea and Sharon sat down opposite from her at
the table.
"Well, we've talked about how best to do this.
You'll be wearing the nightshirt and be under the
covers. Brad will get under the covers and remove his
shorts. Now, he'll have a full erection when he gets
into bed."
Brenda made a little smile at that and Sharon
stopped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sharon....just hearing you talk
about Brad that way..."
"I know. It feels strange, believe me," Sharon
said and they both had a little laugh. "Now, getting
back to the subject...uh, Brad has told me that he is..
fairly well endowed."
'If she only knew how I really knew!' Sharon
thought as she watched Brenda mull over what she had
said. For all Sharon knew, Chris might be the same way
but Sharon wanted to warn Brenda right up front so the
supposed surprise wouldn't stall things once they were
upstairs.
"Did he qualify that anymore?" Brenda said.
"No, but I've got some lubricant upstairs, if you
didn't bring any."
"You know, I didn't even think about that.....
Sharon, I've got a little confession to make. Sitting
here, I feel like it's the first night of my honeymoon.
I mean, my body is excited....that way."
'God, she's telling me she's wet for Brad!' Sharon
thought.
"Brenda, uh....that's understandable, dear. You're
just thinking about being with child...that's all it
is," Sharon rationalized for her.
"Yeah," Brenda agreed.
"You know, we're walking a tightrope here, dear,"
Sharon continued. "It's natural for us to get excited
over the sexual act. That's why we do it even when we
are not trying to have babies. But here we're trying
to stay professional about it which is really sort of
unnatural....so, don't feel bad for feeling the things
you usually feel during sex. It's just natural."
"Whew! Sharon, I'm so glad you know what I'm going
through....the only thing that scared me about all this
was, what if....I enjoyed the act with Brad to the
extent that I, um, had an orgasm," Brenda confessed.
Sharon realized there was another dynamic at work
besides Brenda's babymaking desires. She could be mis-
taken but she thought Brenda was looking forward to
getting fucked by Brad for other reasons.
"Brenda, it could happen and there would be nothing
wrong with it if it did. I don't have to tell you how
good it can feel. You're not going to be up there
shaking hands!" Sharon joked and Brenda laughed again.
"Besides, you could be fantasizing about Chris, right?"
"Sharon, you're so cool," Brenda said. "I'm glad I
married your son."
"You know how much I like having you in the
family," Sharon responded, patting her hand. "Ready
to go up?"
"Sure." Brenda stood up with her bag and they
headed upstairs.
Brenda pulled the nightshirt down over her hips
and reached up to pull her hair from out of the neck
of the sleepshirt. The shorts and blouse she had worn
were stacked neatly on the counter in Sharon's bedroom
bath.
"God, calm down," she whispered to her reflection.
Her nipples were more than apparent through the night-
shirt's fabric. She wished she had brought a bra. And
under the shirt, her womanhood was tingling with mois-
ture.
'This is not going to be like your dreams,' she
told herself.
She opened the door and walked out into Sharon's
bedroom, where her mother-in-law sat on her bed.
"That shirt will do nicely," Sharon said. "Brad
won't see a stitch of you. Come on and get into bed."
Her mother-in-law held the sheets up and Brenda
crawled into bed.
"Now, there's some lubricant here," Sharon said,
motioning to the bookcase headboard of the bed. She
saw a small bottle of oil sitting there. "My suggestion
is use a lot....we want things to go right the first
time. We should bring Brad in, then I'll take him out
afterward so you don't feel uncomfortable."
"You'll take him out?"
"Yes, I'll be over in that chair."
Sharon tilted her head toward a chair on the
opposite side of the room beyond the foot of the bed.
"So, you'll be in the room during.....?!" Brenda
was a little surprised. It wasn't that she was against
the idea. Maybe not being alone with Brad was a good
idea really. Having his mother in the room would keep
Brad in line she supposed. But she was surprised that
Sharon would want to be...it was sort of weird.
"Yes," Sharon answered, "I thought that if I were
in the room, I could monitor things. I think Chris, if
he ever were to find out, would appreciate me not
leaving you two alone. Does that make any sense?"
"Yeah, that does make sense," she conceded. "Brad
knows about this?"
"Yes, I told him and he didn't seem to have any
problem with it. I'll be way over there and with the
covers over you, I won't see anything."
"Oh, I know that," she said. "It's fine with me."
"Good, I'll go check on Brad and let you have a
few moments. I'll come back to see if you're ready and
then go back and tell Brad to come in when he's ready..
..oh, let me get a towel for you."
Sharon walked into the bathroom and came back with
a towel.
"Spread this under you so the oil doesn't get all
over..I'll be back in a few minutes." Sharon went out,
closing the door behind her.
Brenda threw back the covers and arranged the towel
perpendicular to her body under her bottom. She pulled
the covers back over her and raised her legs so her
knees made a tent. She took the bottle of oil, careful-
ly opened it and poured some on the fingers of her left
hand, transporting the oil between her legs that way.
She worked her fingers into the soft, neat folds of
her sex. She had freshly shaved the area the day
before, leaving only a tuft of dark hair near the top.
She took Sharon's advise and used a lot of the oil,
enjoying having to use her fingers to hold herself open
so the oil would slicken everything up.
'God, bring Brad on!' she half-joked, sitting the
bottle back on the headboard.
'Look at those fucking titties,' Brad said to him-
self. They defied belief. Big, round jugs with nipples
that stuck upward, instead of straight out. He turned
the page of the Hustler magazine as the door to his
bedroom opened and his mother walked in without knock-
ing. She closed the door behind her and leaned against
it.
"She here?" he asked, laying the magazine down. He
saw her looking at his hard cock as it lay on his belly
before she answered.
"Yes and, in a few minutes, she's going to be ready
for you," his mother said, walking over to sit by him
on the bed. "I can see you're ready for her."
"So, what kind of a mood is she in? She nervous?"
he asked.
"Hardly!" his mother said with a short chuckle.
"Whatthehell does that mean?"
"I think she's looking forward to it," his mother
said, lifting her hand to slowly trace her fingers on
the bottom of his erection. "She admitted that she was
excited and she was looking for excuses if you got her
off."
"Mother, don't fuck with my mind!" he said, looking
at her to see if she was pulling his hog. He couldn't
see any deception.
"Brad, I'm not kidding about this. I'm only telling
you so it doesn't surprise you. If it happens, if you
get her off, don't make a big deal out of it in front
of her. I want you to be a gentleman....if you screw
this up, it's going to be quite some time before we
sleep together again."
"Mom, don't worry. I know the drill. She's O.K.
with you in the room?"
"Yes, she saw the logic in that."
"I wonder what she'd say if she knew you just
wanted to hear her squeal when I lay the pipe to her!"
That had been the thing that he had learned on
Monday morning. His mother was turned-on by the whole
baby-making thing. She'd finally admitted that watching
them would be a real turn on. Brad and she had finally
worked out the sitting-in-the-chair-to-protect-Chris
plan. She wasn't going to be able to watch but she'd
hear most everything - the squeaking bed, her groans
and this loud, finishing grunt that he had auditioned
for her so she would know right when he was cumming.
"Be nice, baby," his mother mockingly scolded him
as she got up. "I'll be right back, so get your shorts
on." She went out of his bedroom, leaving the door
open.
'Mother's gonna need a fucking herself after this!'
he thought gleefully as she pulled on a ratty pair of
Bermuda shorts and zipped them up carefully to avoid
catching himself in the zipper. The shorts did little
to hide the big bulge but he'd chosen them for that
reason. 'Give Brenda a little idea of what she's gonna
be getting!'
He went to his bedroom door and looked down toward
his mother's bedroom. Her door was closed, so he hung
out in his doorjamb.
Her bedroom door opened and his mother leaned out
to him. She motioned him with a forefinger and a smile,
out of Brenda's sight, to come to her room.
"He's coming," her mother-in-law said as she turned
back to her.
"Here goes nothing," she said and Sharon smiled at
her.
Then Brad came through the door. He was wearing a
pair of old shorts and Brenda couldn't help but notice
the tent in the front. And Brad didn't try to hide it,
she thought. He just stood there with his hands on his
hips as his mother closed the door behind him.
"Hi, Brad," she said, not looking away.
"Hey, Brenda," he said nicely as he walked to the
other side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. It
was a king-size bed so he was still some way from her.
"Ready to make a baby?"
"Brad!" his mother said, looking away miffed as
she walked to the foot of the bed.
"Mom, that's what we're here for, right?" Brad
said as she felt him removing his shorts.
"Just keep the talking to a minimum," Sharon told
him. "This is a stressful situation, especially for
Brenda."
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Brenda," Brad mut-
tered as he threw his shorts on top of the covers.
"It's all right, Brad," she said, "Your mother is
trying to watch out for me. But everything's O.K.,
Sharon. Brad and I will just do this and that'll be
that. Right, Brad?"
"Nothing to it," Brad agreed. "People been doing
it forever."
Brenda liked that thought. Brad seemed to be at
ease and ready to do his duty for their family.
"Well, I'll be over here," Sharon said and she
walked over and sat in her chair.
Brad slid closer to her and Brenda lay down fully,
using her hands to pull her hair up so it wouldn't be
under her. It was a motion she usually did in her bed
with her husband but now she was doing it for his
younger brother. And it excited her.
Brad then moved over her. He supported his weight
on his hands, holding his chest about six inches above
her as his knees found the space between her legs. She
made the space wider and raised her knees. She started
to inch up the hem of her nightshirt with her hands to
expose her womanhood.
All of a sudden, Brad leaned back on his knees,
his upper body moving up as his hands grabbed the
sheets like a cape. Looked down withoutthinking and
she was looking right at Brad's erection.
"Oh," she said in surprise. Brad was hung like a
pony! She'd never seen an organ that thick!
Then, just as quickly, Brad lowered himself back
over her, pulling the covers up around their shoulders.
'Brenda took the bait!' Brad thought, unable to
stop a big smile. He'd been thinking about that
maneuver since they had set down the rules of the
session. 'Dangled Big Chubby in front of her and she
got an eyeful!'
His mother, sitting back behind them in her chair,
would not have seen anything. As far as she knew, he
was just going to get in and get out. But he wanted to
test his sister-in-law, especially if she had told his
mother she was excited. The next couple of seconds
would tell if this was going to be fun for both of
them or just a great masturbation for him.
Brenda looked up at him again and her face had
lost that detached, all-business look. She looked
turned on! Brad decided to press the issue immediately.
He lowered himself down on her until his chest was
pressing against her shirt-clad bosom and erection was
digging into her shrouded crotch.
"If we whisper, Mom won't hear us," he said very
softly.
"We shouldn't talk," Brenda whispered back but it
didn't sound fully sincere.
"Brenda, I want to be honest with you....I've
wanted to fuck you for a long time. I want you to fuck
me back...not just lay there."
Her eyes widened a little and her tongue tip wetted
her lips.
"I don't want to cheat on Chris," she whispered
finally.
"This is cheating. Don't kid yourself...let's enjoy
it, Brenda. It's like a 'One Free Cheating' card in
Monopoly." He rubbed his erection against the soft
splay of her legs and she drew in a little shuddering
breath. Oh, see wanted him all right. "Brenda, I want
you to let yourself go. This is going to be our
secret."
She remained silent but her hands came up to softly
hold his sides.
"Did you see my cock?" he continued softly.
"Yes."
"You're going to love it in your pussy," he
whispered confidently.
"Brad, you shouldn't talk like that," Brenda said
weakly, closing her eyes.
"All right...act like you don't want it," he
whispered, "but pull your shirt up just the same." He
waited a few beats, wondering if she'd call the whole
thing off just to try and prove to him that she wasn't
hot for it. But then her hands moved down and he felt
her shirt being dragged upward under his erection.
Then, he felt hair and the soft, warm feathery folds
of her womanhood touching the bottom of his manhood.
He was surprised by the textures; he'd imagined Brenda
would be more Au natural like his mother. It felt like
Brenda had shaved herself bare!
'Man, I wish I could do the whole nine yards on her.
I'd love to get a look at that pussy....work her over
with my tongue a bit!' Brad wished but he knew he'd
never get the chance. Still, he was going to bang her
pussy!
He worked his hips back a little and felt the head
of his prick slide down out of hair into hot fleshy
skin, the inner labia of his sister-in-law. Somewhere
in there was her pussy hole and he prodded her crotch
several times looking for that sweet spot. But he was
so erect, he couldn't get it down far enough; he kept
rubbing into what had to be her clit because he kept
feeling hair too.
"Lower," Brenda whispered.
He had reach back between them with his right hand
and push himself down. He was pressing into her skin,
pushing down and then it found the mark. Most of the
head slid into her oiled groove and then, when he felt
the going get a little tough, he stopped. He wanted
to be sure he went slowly as always.
"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" he said in a normal
voice. It was O.K. for his mother to hear that. In
fact, he wanted her to. He hadn't forgot she was back
there.
Brenda didn't say anything, just kept her eyes closed
but her hands gripped his sides a little harder.
'I'll take that as a Go-Ahead.'
He pressed forward and he felt the flared head of his
cock pop through the gateway of her pussy. The ring of
her pussy portal clamped around his shaft as he inched
it in.
'How did he know?...Could he see it on my face?'
Brenda wasn't able to answer the questions in her mind.
Not with Brad's thick member sliding into her excited
body. All she knew was that Brad stirred her up even
more the way he had talked to her.
'I'm going to cum...I know I am...he's going to start
fucking me and I'll cum...he'll feel me cumming!'
He was just opening her up, pushing his surprising
fullness slowly in. She tried to relax her loins but,
instinctively, they cramped up in delicious shivers
around the intruding but oh-so-welcomed cock of her
husband's brother.
"You got it all," Brad whispered above her and she
felt his pubic bone pushing into her and what she knew
must be his balls against the lower swells of her
flattened asscheeks. "God, you feel good, Brenda."
'So do you!' she wanted to tell him but she bit her
lip. It was going to be hard to be around Brad as it
was after all this was over.
He left himself all the way in her and it was all
she could focus on. If he'd started moving it in and
out, she could have gone on to something else, kept
her mind out of things. But he left it in and it burned
a hole in her mind.
The dream came back to her, his girth was like that
in the dream, his skin was pressing on her exposed
clit, his heavy scrotum against her ass, full of baby-
syrup, he'd be spurting it in her!
Her skin went all prickly all of a sudden. The
nightshirt, the thin cotton nightshirt, suddenly felt
like a wool blanket, her body was burning up. The heat
was mentally generated, not real.
'No...not yet!!' she managed to think right before
her pussy started convulsing around Brad's cock. She'd
cum and he hadn't even started fucking her!
"UUUHHH!" she gasp loudly before she could stop her-
self.
Sharon was wondering what was happening under the
covers of her bed. Things seemed to be taking an
awfully long time to get started. She hoped it was
just Brad being very careful with his sister-in-law's
feelings and body.
"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" she heard her son
say from under the covers.
Sharon sat back in her chair.
She knew what was happening now. Brad was working
himself into her body. Sharon crossed her legs, feeling
a warmness growing in her own loins. She knew what
Brenda was feeling right at that moment, she knew the
satisfying feeling of having Brad as a lover.
She thought she heard some whispering from under the
covers after a moment. She began to lean forward when
a loud "UUUHHH!" filled the bedroom. It was definitely
Brenda and Sharon took it for what it was - an expres-
sion of sexual stimulation.
The covers over their legs began moving but it wasn't
the thrusting motion she had been expecting; it was
more of a thrashing motion. It quieted down after a few
seconds.
'Is that it?' Sharon thought. 'I would have thought
Brad would have lasted longer than that....but it is
Brenda and he might have gotten too excited.'
She was thinking about speaking out but then the
covers started moving the way she had envisioned.
Brad's ass was pumping.
'She is fucking hot!' Brad swore to himself as
Brenda's pussy jerked around his skewering prick.
'Cumming all over my cock....oh, I'm gonna take her
there again....gonna fuck her good!'
She was working her cumming cunt in a circle under
him, her sharp fingernails were digging in his sides,
her thighs squeezing his hips tightly. Her pretty face
was all scrunched, mirroring the sexual turmoil in her
now juicy twat.
And then...right there....a slight, slight smile on
her lips as her face began to slacken and her climactic
movements ended.
'Oh yeah! She enjoyed that all right....God, I can't
believe Chris gets this whenever he wants!' He let
his weight down on her, wanting to feel her curvaceous
form all up and down his torso. Her round tits squashed
themselves out and he could feel her hard nipples
through the shirt. His face slipped past hers, his
cheek rubbing hers. He could smell the fruity variety
of shampoo in her hair which was fanned on the pillow
under her head.
Her hands slipped around his back, holding him to
her. And then he felt her face turning to him slightly,
pressing itself against his hair. Then he felt the
kisses she was making, her lips rooting through his
hair, coming upon his ear, kissing his ear!
"Yeah," he said softly and began fucking her.
Her pussy was stretched by that time and only clung
a little as he rolled his hips, withdrawing only about
two inches from her hot, rich confines on each slow
piston-like pump.
Brenda's hot breath blew in his ear every time he
pushed in as far as he could. He began to mix up his
rhythm, sometimes doing his thrusts quicker, sometimes
slower, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. Always, her
breath filled his ear when he filled her.
Her hands did not stay on his back. They started
doing circles, rubbing him, always moving a little
lower. They were almost to the swell of his ass when
he gave her a really hard thrust. Just like he'd hoped,
her hands grabbed his dimpled asscheeks.
With Brenda's small hands clutching his naked ass,
he began to really fuck her. She started moaning
loudly, right into his ear. It sounded deafening to
him but it was certainly loud enough to fill the bed-
room.
"Uuuuuhhhh...uuuuUUUGGGHH.....Oooohhhh!"
Brenda wasn't even aware she was making those noises.
All she was aware of was Brad's husky prick pounding
her pussy like she hadn't had in years. Oh, Chris got
her off and she was always satisfied but..... this
fucking was torrid.
It reminded her of the high school days. She'd been
popular back then because she had developed early and
because she'd been a "loose" girl. There'd been a line
of seniors waiting for her every year and she'd called
a lot of their numbers. All those nights in the back
of cars, guys so horny they'd just pull her skirt and
panties off and mount her. No finesse back then, they'd
stop thrust as fast and as long as they could. Their
weight pinning her, hard cock slamming in her......
she'd loved it.
The irony was incredible - by some miracle, she'd
hadn't gotten knocked up in her backseat ballets and
now, here she was, mostly clothed, holding the churning
ass of a teenager, hoping that his sperm was going to
create a life in her belly!
Sharon Larrington sat in her chair, a hand on her
throat to represent the shock of hearing Brenda getting
so excited by her son's fucking and the other hand
under her skirt for the same reason. The front of her
panties were damp, her fingers rubbing the material
into her own sopping slit.
'Oh Brenda!..I know!...I know!' Sharon said to her-
self.
In front of her, her bed was squeaking away as it
always did when she and Brad made love. The covers
were lifting and falling in the familiar hurried
heaving of her son's ass. Brenda kept moaning and
huffing.
'I've got to get a hold of myself,' Sharon realized,
pulling her hand from under her skirt. In a few minutes
she'd be shooing Brad out and trying to present an
impartial, caring front to Brenda.
Under the covers, Brad could feel his balls aching
to unload in his brother's wife. Fucking her was better
than he'd imagined it could be - she was fucking him
back, throwing her cunt up at him and pulling him into
her bald box at the same time.
And he was taking liberties as well - his left hand
was up under her nightshirt now, squeezing and kneading
her right breast. His tongue was in her left ear. He
was using his erection like a spade, sending it almost
straight down into Brenda, the top of his shaft rubbing
her clit just like Mom had taught him. Brenda tossed
her head away from him, her groans whipping upward,
building to a crescendo.
"UHHHHH.....Oooh.....oOOOHH....HHHHHUUUUUUU!"
Brenda's body torqued under him as her pussy blew up
in a second orgasm, this one much bigger than the
first.
It was just the excuse he was looking for. He shoved
into her as deep as he could and let loose.
"OOOHYYEAAAAHHH!" he shouted, totally forgetting the
grunt he'd told his mother he would make. His cum
jetted into Brenda's roiling vagina in shuddering
spurts, each feeling better than the first.
Continued in part 5...
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