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Authors name: Chili Repost
Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 5/7
(sis-in-law, preg, voy)
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 5
BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com
'Oh, God help me, that was so good,' Brenda thought
as they became still. She could feel her womb awash in
Brad's seed and she said a quick silent prayer that she
would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual concep-
tion to be memorable and this certainly would be.
"Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear.
"Have you two....finished?" Brad's mother's voice
called.
'I forgot all about her....she heard everything!'
Brenda thought, her face becoming red with embarrass-
ment. She gave a push up at Brad to get him moving out
and off of her and she pushed at the inside of his
elbow, trying to get him to remove his hand from under
her nightshirt.
"Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question.
Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his
knees as his deflating cock slipped out of her, the
covers falling down behind his ass. His eyes dropped
down and Brenda realized he was staring right at her
spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down
just as his mother came into sight on his left.
"Are you all right?" his mother said kindly.
"Yeah..." Brenda answered, "uh....Brad did his job."
"I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to
cover himself. And in front of his own mother!
"Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if
you don't mind," his mother said, keeping her gaze
averted.
"All right," he said toward his mother. But before
he moved off the bed, he reached down to rub her left
knee and said, "I hope that gives you what you want."
He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and
in the emotional state she was in, she teared up.
Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his
shorts. He just picked them up off the bed and walked
out of the room.
"You sure you're O.K.?" his mother asked, sitting
beside her to stroke her forehead.
"I feel good, Sharon, really I do."
"Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said,
taking some of the pillows in her hands. In a few
moments, they had several pillows and the towel under
her.
"I know this is a position feels stupid but I want
you to stay like this for about an hour," Sharon said,
again sitting down beside her to rub her arm. Mrs.
Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her
wedding to Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda....
you're doing a good thing for the family."
"Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before..."
Brenda started, then trailed off.
"No, why would you think that?"
"I didn't maintain much control before...I was too
verbal, wasn't I?"
Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids.
When you make a baby, it's always like that. We talked
about that before. Now, I want you to just relax and
think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows, some-
thing could be happening in you right now."
Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the fore-
head. Then, she stood and headed to leave the bedroom.
"I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed
the door behind her.
Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby.
...and Brad.
'Brad's going to be impossible to live with,' Sharon
predicted as she walked down to his bedroom. 'He'll be
cockier than ever after his performance with Brenda.'
Sharon smiled. That wasn't so bad for her.
She opened the door to his room but found it empty.
She walked back to the staircase and went downstairs.
She found her son in the kitchen making a tuna salad
sandwich. He gave her a shit-eating grin when she
walked into the room.
"That Brenda is hot-to-trot," he said excitedly.
"Man, I had her going!"
"Brad, keep your voice down," she said. He didn't
realize how loud he was and in a still house......
"Come on, loosen up, Mom," he said quieter. "Did
you hear her? She came twice!"
Sharon felt herself getting mad and she didn't know
why. Then, she realized she was jealous. That was a
stupid thing to be - Brad would still be hers after
all this was through. But it still sort of stung.
"Of course, I heard her. I was sitting right there,"
she said as she leaned back against the counter.
"So?...did you like listening to us?" Brad said with
a wink as he closed up the bread bag.
"What do you think?" she said evasively. She was
reluctant to tell him how turned on she had become
listening to Brenda's moans and the squeaking bed.
"I think you liked it, Mom," he said, walking up to
her. He was three inches taller than she, so she
tilted her head back slightly to keep looking at his
eyes. They were full of mischief, even after the
energetic sex he'd just had upstairs. "I bet it got
you all hot too."
He grabbed her breasts through her blouse and she
had to stop him with a swipe of her hand.
"Brad, you know better. Not where someone could
see." One of her greatest fears was that someone from
a neighboring house would spot her and her son doing
something illicit. The chances were slim because the
homes in their neighborhood up sat on two and a half
acre lots. But it was too chancey. "Besides, Brenda
is upstairs."
"She's up on the blocks, right?" He was refering to
the elevated hips.
"Yes, but...."
"Then we don't have to worry about her," he said and
he pinned her against the counter with his body.
"Brad, stop it!"
"Sssshh....I just want to check you out," he said
with a chuckle, his right hand going to her bare leg
below the hem of her skirt. He began to slide it upward
onto her thigh, his wrist pulling the front of her
skirt up with it.
She didn't make another move to stop him. He was
still high from doing Brenda and she had no way to
get loose, if she wanted to. She put her hands on his
shoulders to steady herself as he pressed his fingers
into the thin cotton panties covering her sex.
"I feel a little wetness here," Brad said with a
learing smile. She kept quiet as he looped his fingers
in the bottom of her panties but drew in a sharp breath
as he wormed a finger into her pussy. "Nice and slick,
Mom.....did you finger yourself while you watched us?"
"No....but I wanted to." She didn't feel terribly
embarrassed to tell him that now. She couldn't deny
what he was feeling with his finger.
Brad leaned away from her, pulling his finger from
her forbidden furrow. He took her by the hand and
started to pull her across the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Come on....come back here."
He walked her through the back entrance hall that
contained her washer and dryer and into the back
bathroom, closing the door behind them. Immediately
to his left was the bathtub which had a window over
it. He stepped into it with one foot and pulled down
the sash which would stop anyone from looking in.
"Brad, why don't we wait, honey?" she said as he
moved toward her. "Once Brenda is gone, we'll have
the rest of the day."
"Let me take care of you," he said, pulling her skirt
up. "You're the only one that hasn't gotten off yet in
this crazy house."
He steered her back against the wall beside the
toilet. She grasp the hem of her raised skirt and held
it up as he hooked his fingers in the top of her
panties. He went to his knees on the shag toilet rug,
pulling her panties down to mid-thigh as he went down.
He slid her panties down to her ankles, his eyes
staring at her pussy.
'This is not a good idea with Brenda in the house...
but....' Sharon told herself but she put aside reason
and wantonly untangled her left low-heeled shoe from
her panties and propped her foot up on the toilet lid,
giving her hunky son the open thighs he wanted.
Brad scooted closer, his hands sliding up the back
of her thighs to hold her ass as he buried his face
against her damp sex mound. She sucked in an excited
breath as her son began to suck on her pussy. She
started to moan as Brad worked her furry slit with
his tongue and lips.
'Brenda can't hear us.....she's way upstairs,'
Sharon told herself, letting natural moans escape her
lips. 'I'm going to cum soon...all over my son's
tongue.....and then I'll go back upstairs....and no
one will know!'
"MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMM.......MMMMMmmmOOOOOHH...AAH...
....ooohhhh....mmmMMMMMM....uuuuuhhhhh....OOOOOOHH!"
The small bathroom filled with her unrestrained
encouraging groans as she began to grind her cunt
on her son's face, his hands pulling her feminine
furrow tight on his knowing mouth.
She pulled the top of her skirt tight against her
stomach and looked down at the fleshy folds of her
mons as they rubbed on Brad's mouth and nose. His
eyes were open looking up at her, egging her on. She
felt his tongue press into the oily hole of her pussy,
felt him breathing like a enraged bull right up her
cunt!
"OHBRAD!" she cried, much louder than she wanted,
as she closed her eyes and grabbed handfuls of her
son's long hair. Her skirt, forgotten, dropped down
to cover his head. She began to really fuck herself
on Brad's face, rolling her hips crazily, feeling
his nose raking back and forth on her clit.
"MMMMMMHHHHHMMM....OOOOHHHHHHHEEEWWWWW!" she
moaned loudly as her pussy exploded in release. She
felt Brad sucking and sucking, felt him pushing her
back against the wall as her shoe slipped off the
toilet seat and she threatened to keel over on him.
Her thighs shivered as Brad tongued her beautifully
down through the pent-up passion that his episode
with Brenda had created.
A minute later, she raised her skirt back up and
watched as Brad kissed her matted pubes.
"That ought to hold you over for awhile," he said
with a smile.
Brenda opened her eyes as the bedroom door opened.
Sharon walked in, smiling as she usually was.
"How we doing?" Sharon said, walking around the bed.
"Just fine."
"I think you can get up now. Would you like to take
a shower?"
"No, I'll take one at home," Brenda said, swinging
her feet onto the floor as she sat up. "I think I'll
just go and relax until Chris gets home tonight."
"And then....." Sharon said as she helped Brenda
stand. They had talked about what she should do later.
"And then, I'll make love to Chris. And we'll make
a baby." Both knew that any baby would be Brad's but
there would always be the possibility that it would be
her husband's. And that would be something to hold
onto in the years ahead.
"That's my girl," Sharon said, giving her a hug.
"Now, go and get dressed and I'll see you downstairs."
Sharon headed back downstairs and Brenda wondered
what had put the light gait in her mother-in-law's
step. She marked it up to the thought of having a
grandchild to spoil.
Brenda turned and went into the bathroom to put her
close back on.
Brad gave his mother's ass a quick feel as she walked
by the kitchen table. She slapped his hand away and
gave him a nasty look as the sound of feet descending
the stairs announced the eminent appearance of Brenda
in the kitchen.
'She won't be slapping my hand once she ushers Brenda
out,' Brad thought to himself. He'd given her a good
orgasm with his mouth but he knew he would be able to
convince her into a more fulfilling fucking. His dick
was hard just thinking about slipping his meat to his
mother all afternoon.
Brenda stepped into the kitchen, dressed again in
the clothes she had arrived in. He saw the way Brenda
looked at him - there was something in that look. He'd
definitely won her over! She was looking at him like a
love-sick puppy.
"Brenda, you look absolutely radiant," his mother
said, laying it on thick he thought. Brenda didn't
look all that different from when she came except maybe
her hair which was sort of mussed up.
"I feel good," Brenda said. "Let's keep our fingers
crossed, huh?"
"We certainly will. You've got everything? O.K. then.
I'll walk you out," his mother began to take Brenda
toward the front door.
"Thanks, Brad." Brenda said over her shoulder.
"My pleasure," he replied, rising to his feet to
follow them.
His mother kept up a constant stream of good thoughts
and suggestions on how Brenda should spend the rest of
her day as she walked Brenda to her car. Brenda got
behind the wheel, started the car and, after a motherly
peck on the cheek from his mother, she backed out of
the driveway as his mother came up the stairs to join
him on the porch.
"Bye, dear!" his mother called as Brenda put the car
in Drive and started down the road.
"Bye, Brenda....thanks for the fuck!" he said only
loud enough for his mother to hear. She gave him a wry
smile.
"Brad, why don't you thank me as well? I'm the one
that arranged the whole thing," she said as she went
by him, heading back inside.
"Hell, Mom, I plan to thank you all day long," he
boasted as he closed the front door behind them and
wrapped his arms around her from the back.
"Brad! Not out here," she whined as he pushed his
boner into the small of her back.
"Come on, Mom. You liked it in the bathroom. Let's
christen the living room." He wanted to get wild after
being with Brenda and doing his mother on the family
couch sounded like a hot time. She was definitely
paranoid about doing anything sexual downstairs but
this was probably going to be his best chance. She
wanted it as much as he. Keeping this left arm wrapped
around her waist, he dove his right hand up under her
skirt. "No one can see in the windows. The house is
darker than the outside. Someone would have to be on
the front porch to have any chance of seeing us. And
we'd see any car that pulled up."
"Ooohhhh, Braaaddd!" his mother said with a shudder
as his fingers teased her unpantied cunt. She hadn't
put her panties back on after the bathroom cunnilingus
session. "No, let's go upstairs, baby!"
"No! We're going to do it right here on the couch,"
he said, walking them both toward the sofa. "Come on,
do it with me here and I'll do whatever you want the
rest of the day."
'That got her!' he thought. She seemed to relax,
stopped resisting him. They were in front of the couch
and she began to spin in his arm. He let her turn
around until she was facing him, her pretty face
upturned to his. Her smile told him he had won.
"Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the
bulge in his shorts.
"Yeah, whatever you what. I'll do it." He wondered
what she had in mind but whatever it was, he was sure
to enjoy it too. He moved past her, pulled down his
shorts and underwear and sat down on the couch. His
stiff cock wagged drunkenly above his belly, beckoning
his mother. "Suck me awhile and I'll watch for anyone
pulling in the driveway. And then you can sit on it
backwards and keep a lookout while we fuck."
His mother looked out the front window, then back to
him.
"You've got it all figured out, don't you?" she said,
unzipping the back of her skirt. With a little shake of
her hips, the skirt pooled around her ankles. She made
no move to take off her blouse which was just long
enough to hide her pussy from his view. "I'm only doing
this to make you my slave for the rest of the day.
Don't think we're going to be doing this all the time
down here."
He opened his knees wider as his mother stepped out
of her skirt and dropped to her knees between his legs.
"SHIT!" Brenda yelled at the steering wheel of her
coasting car. She couldn't believe that she hadn't
checked the gasoline meter when she got in the car
that morning. Now here it was, pegged on EMPTY and she
turned her car off the road far enough to not obstruct
other drivers.
'O.K., just relax,' she thought as she turned the
dead car off. 'Don't let this ruin a memorable day.'
The nearest gas station was near the freeway. She
thought it was at least a mile away. There were several
houses nearby she could go to and use a phone. But it
was only about a quarter mile back to Sharon's house.
She decided to walk back and ask Sharon for a ride to
the gas station or maybe borrow some gas that Brad
might have for his cycle.
She stuffed her bag out of sight under the passenger
seat, got out, locked the car and started walking back
to her mother-in-law's home.
"They'll be surprised to see me again," she muttered.
"Mmmmmm....nice and slow...uuhh," Brad grunted as his
horny mother slowly swallowed all the prick she could,
her lips sliding more than halfway down his shaft as he
watched through half-closed eyes.
She wasn't just blowing him - she was making love to
his cock. She'd used her tongue on his cockhead for
almost five minutes, swabbing his puffy glans with
butterfly licks or twirling her spitty tongue around
his head like she was trying to keep an ice cream cone
from dripping.
Now she was using her whole mouth, nursing on his
manhood with her eyes closed, her right hand lightly
holding his shaft near the base, her left hand hefting
his scrotum lovingly.
'Damn, she can suck cock!' he thought as she drew her
lips up until just the very tip of his head was still
inside her mouth, then she began a slow nibbling, her
teeth lightly scraping down his sensitive head tissue
until she'd reclaimed the whole fat knob. It was as she
began to swallow him a second time that Brad noticed
Brenda walking up the driveway!
He froze for a second or two in surprise. She was
walking, she hadn't driven up to the house. They both
would have heard her car.
He was going to pull his mother off him and warn her
to grab her skirt and run but......then his mind worked
very quickly.
He was going to warn his mother so their secret would
remain intact. But they already had a secret on Brenda.
Brenda wouldn't tell on them - couldn't tell on them!
And his mother had said a number of times that she
wished she could tell someone about their secret love.
And Brenda....well, she was a wild girl. She'd let
another guy fuck her to get pregnant, her husband's
brother no less! And Chris had told him that Brenda had
been a loose girl before they got married. How would
she take the sight of her mother-in-law doing the nasty
with her son?
'One way to find out,' he thought, placing his hands
gently on top of his mother's head, watching Brenda
come up the stairs to the porch.
'That's it, Brenda. Look in the window!....just look
in.' Outside, Brenda came right up the steps and walked
right by the window without looking in. She was heading
for the door now and Brad began to silently will her to
just walk right in. 'Don't use the doorbell!....come
on, Brenda...you're one of the family. Just walk in!'
The outside storm door opened and Brad knew it was
going to happen - Brenda was going to walk in! The
opening of the outside door had not been silent. His
mother started to pull her mouth up his cock quickly.
He wasn't sure if it was because she sensed something
or she was just going to shift into a quicker sucking.
He pushed down on the back of his mother's head, held
her mouth around him as the doorknob turned on the
inside door.
His mother definitely knew they were not alone as
the front door opened. The sound of the door latch
popping open, the clanging of the mini-blinds against
the door glass, the immediate increase in the volume
of the birds chirping outside.
The door was opened and Brenda was coming through it.
His mother was raising up her body but she couldn't go
anywhere with him holding her head. Brenda saw them,
her mouth dropped open and he let go of his mother's
head.
"Brenda!" he said loudly, acting totally surprised.
Brenda stood there, agape, as she watched Sharon
scramble off her knees, her hand grabbing her skirt
off the floor as she spun toward the doorway. Brad
remained still on the couch after shouting her name.
He was naked. His erection...his glistening erection
stood proudly upward.
'Sharon was sucking...no, that's not possible!'
Brenda tried not to believe what she was seeing but
there was no other explanation. Sharon had been blowing
Brad on her knees!
"Brenda?!" Sharon said, her eyes round as saucers.
"Calm down, Mom. Brenda's not going to tell," Brad
said, standing up slowly. He didn't make any move to
cover himself and Brenda would have enjoyed looking at
his naked, buffed body had she not been so shaken up
by what she had witnessed. "Brenda, close the door and
have a seat. We got to have a talk."
Brenda used her hand to push the door shut and
watched as Brad sat his mother down on the couch.
Sharon looked very white.
"Mom, everything is cool," Brad reassured her as he
finally grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. He
motioned her to sit on the other end of the couch and
she went around the coffee table and plopped down on
the couch. "Brenda's not going to tell anyone. Not
after this morning....think about it."
Brenda realized that Brad was right. How could she
tell anyone after letting Brad fuck her?
"Sharon, I swear I won't tell," she promised. "I ran
out of gas....."
Sharon had a hand over her eyes but she spoke at
last.
"You must think I'm terrible," she said weakly.
"No, I don't, Sharon...I don't even know what led up
to this," she said, fishing for an explanation.
"Let's tell her, Mom," Brad said, standing on the far
side of the coffee table with his hands on his hips.
"You've always wanted to tell someone about us. I think
Brenda's going to be real sympathetic." Brad actually
winked at her! "I think we ought to get everything out
in the open. None of us are ever going to be able to
tell any of this to anyone else, so why pretend about
what's going on? Brenda, me and Mom have been having
sex for, I guess, a year and a half now. I came on to
her first....she's the best looking mother around, I
don't think anyone can argue that. The thought of doing
her sort of obsessed me back then....and it's better
than I could even have imagined.....fucking her, I
mean."
Brenda looked at Sharon who was sitting just down
the couch from her. Sharon looked at her and then back
to her son as he went on.
"Mom has been keeping a real tight leash on things
up until now. She'd only let me fuck her once or twice
a week. But then she got the idea of letting me try to
make the baby with you. Ever since then, she's been
wanting me all the time....this baby stuff excites her."
"Brad, do you have to get so......." Sharon said, her
voice sounding exasperated.
"Sharon, it's O.K.," she said. "Brad's right. Why
should we keep any secrets?" She decided to tell a
secret of her own. "Let me tell you both, right here
and now, that I agreed to this insemination plan at
first because I wanted a child. And I still do. But
when we were upstairs.... well, I'm getting ahead of
myself. It's obvious to me that I had some feelings
for Brad that even I wasn't aware of because I had
these wild sexual dreams about Brad all last week....
I mean really wild. So, I didn't come here with the
good intentions that you might have thought...I came
to have sex....for more than just procreation."
"Yeah, you were hot for it, all right!" Brad said,
stepping over the coffee table and sitting down on it,
facing both of them. "I told Mom about how you got off
went I stuck it in."
Brad's exuberance for the subject was pretty stimu-
lating to Brenda. She never would have thought that
she would admit something as personal as that in front
of Sharon but she did.
"That's true...I couldn't stop myself. I thought I
would and that's why I told you I was worried about it,
Sharon."
"Brad has that effect on me, too," Sharon said,
beginning to open up. "I suppose I should spill my
guts too since everyone else is being so open....I know
what Brad and I do is not right in the eyes of the
world.....but we both love it. Him because his hormones
are going crazy and me because he makes me feel youn-
ger, I guess."
"Come on, Mom...the truth now," Brad said, moving his
hand onto one of her knees. "Tell Brenda you like fuck-
ing me because I'm your boy."
"I think she knows that that is a part of it," Sharon
said, putting her hand over his. "Brad's not telling
the truth, not the whole truth. He did make a pass at
me but...I acted on it after first refusing him. And...
I've never regretted it." Sharon was getting herself
together. "We both know it's wrong but it feels so
right... that must sound crazy."
'Wow, this is getting really interesting!' Brenda
thought. This whole thing was mushrooming into a chance
to take off the gloves and do the things she wanted to
with Brad. What could Sharon say about that now? She
could fuck Brad all she wanted now that she knew their
secret.
"It must be something special.....it's too wild to
think about!" Brenda said, unable to stop it from
coming out. Sharon was getting all the cock she wanted
from her own son!
'I can't believe how well Brenda is taking all this,'
Sharon thought, watching her daughter-in-law acting
excited about the taboo relationship she had learned
about. 'And I never would have thought she wanted Brad
like I do.....as a lover.'
When she'd been caught sucking her son's cock, she'd
felt like her whole world had shattered. But Brad had
pointed out the one thing that was their saving grace
- Brenda couldn't tell anyone even if she'd wanted to.
And Brenda hadn't run out of the place screaming bloody
murder; in fact, she'd acted more curious than any-
thing.
Brad's hand began to stroke around in a circle under
her own, moving slowly up onto her thigh. She looked
at him and could see he was enjoying this whole thing!
Then he dropped the bomb.
"See, Mom? Brenda's a kindred spirit," Brad said,
kneading her leg with his fingers. "How about we all
go upstairs?"
'God, what is Brad proposing?!' Sharon thought as
she looked at him. She felt pretty good about the way
Brenda had taken learning about the secret that she
had kept for so long but certainly Brad didn't think
that Brenda would.....
"I might be up for that," Brenda said and Sharon
whipped her head to look at her daughter-in-law. Brenda
was looking at Brad, smiling. "But only if we all
agree."
"Wait a minute..." she started to say.
"Come on, Mom. Let's all go upstairs. I think Brenda
would like to watch us make love. Maybe as much as you
liked to be in the room when we fucked earlier."
"Is that true, Sharon?" Brenda asked, her voice
sounding huskier. "Is that why you stayed?"
Sharon looked back at Brenda. She couldn't deny what
she had felt, sitting in that chair, listening to their
lovemaking.
"I found it exciting...I did."
"Could you do it with Brad.....with me in the room?"
Brenda asked.
Brenda's eyes looked deep into hers. The whole dyna-
mic of the situation was changing, like being swept up
in a stream that you were powerless to stop. And she
wasn't sure she wanted to stop it! She'd wanted to be
able to tell someone - now she had the opportunity to
show someone and to watch Brad with Brenda. Everything
revolved around her answer......
"I could try," she said simply, opening the flood-
gates.
"Let's go upstairs!" Brad said excitedly.
Sharon let Brad lead her upstairs...with Brenda right
behind them.
Continued in part 6...
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