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Authors name: Frskylthm (frskylthm@aol.com)
Story title : Home Coming

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Home Coming (MF/mf-teen, inc)
by Frskylthm (frskylthm@aol.com)

***

A young man who has always had deeply buried feelings for 
his mother and sister gets a wake-up call like he would 
never have believed when he comes home after being 
discharged from the army. 

***

First, his relationship with his mother changes in such a 
way as there's no coming back from. But soon that's not 
enough for him, and when he catches his sister sunbathing 
in the nude, he does what he has to about it. Soon they 
decide to get the sister's boyfriend in on the action, as 
sis finds out she has more in common with her mother than 
she ever would have thought.

(This story is fiction and is written by me, "frskylthm". 
If you want to repost it anywhere I'd be flattered, but 
I'd appreciate a heads up and credit)

(This story is also fantasy, and the activities in it are 
not recommended in the real world)

***

When I was 15 I found a bunch of letters my dad had 
written my mom from Vietnam. They were very sexy letters; 
he'd been over there a long time and it was clear he 
really missed her. It was hard to reconcile the woman he 
described with the mother I knew. In one of them, he 
said:

"One thing I really love is when you give me head, baby. 
You know it felt good whenever any other woman did it, 
but I swear to god you just get possessed or sumthin'. I 
wish you could see how beautiful you are when you're 
sucking my cock. You look like you're taking a hit of the 
best grass..."

I put the letter down. *My* mother? I tried not to think 
about it. I tried not to think about it for the next six
years. 

When I was discharged from the army myself, my mother met 
me at the station gate. She'd been opposed to my going 
into the service, after what happened to my dad, but she 
was proud of me too. And now she was just glad to have me 
coming home.

We'd lived kind of a schizophrenic life since dad died. 
We had a nice two-story house with a pool and sauna that 
to look at, you'd think we were rich, but it wasn't so. 
With my kid sister Kirsten in college, mom was just 
getting by. That was one reason we were both glad I was 
home--so I could relieve some of the burden for her. But 
our precarious financial situation meant it was a long 
drive back home, not always staying in the best hotels.

But I was glad to see my mom. I looked over at her as she 
drove the car through the rain. Her long dark hair and 
big brown eyes belied her being in her 40's. I knew many 
of my friends had crushes on her when we were in eighth 
and ninth grade.

When we found the hotel at which she'd made a 
reservation, there was a mix-up. Because we have the same 
last name, they'd assumed we were a married couple 
instead of mother and son and given us a room with one 
double bed. We asked if they had another but they were 
full up. So we accepted it.

After I'd brought the bags up I decided to go down and 
see what was doing in the hotel bar, mom electing to sit 
up and read. What I found in the bar was nothing but 
trouble, a 17-year-old little prick tease who flirted and 
touched and drank and danced close and then scampered 
back to her parents room before I could suggest we go out 
to the car. So I rode back up to our room in the elevator 
a little drunk, a little pissed off, and a lot horny.

When I walked into the room I saw that my mom had fallen 
asleep with the book in her hand. I went over to take it 
from her when I saw that the nightgown she was wearing 
had shifted, exposing her left breast to plain view. Aw, 
man, it was sweet. As big as any I've seen with a cute 
little cherry of a nipple on top.

Again, I tried not to think about it. But it was hard. 
Real hard. I lay there in bed next to her and my dick was 
sticking straight up into the air (well, but for my 
boxers). I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get myself 
off right next to her even if she was asleep. I could 
have gone to do it in the bathroom but I've always hated 
jerking off in bathrooms--it makes it seem so clinical. 
And hotel bathrooms are even worse--there's no lonelier 
feeling than coming in one.

So there I was, a million thoughts running through my 
mind. I can't tell you what finally spurred me into 
action all I knew is that I had to get some relief 
somehow and the next thing I knew I was sucking on my 
mother's tit. I'd lost track of time when she scared me 
to death by running her hands through my hair and 
murmuring "Christopher."

I froze. And then I heard her saying in a faraway voice, 
"It's been so long... don't stop... oh god they told me 
you were dead... it must have been a bad dream."

And that's when I remembered my dad and I had the same 
name. She must have thought she was dreaming of him. 
Before I could process this information, though, I felt 
something I never thought I'd feel in my life: My 
mother's hand reaching into my boxers to stroke my cock.

That was it. I went into a frenzy, kissing her lips, eyes 
and cheeks as I rolled on top of her. My hands pulled up 
her nightgown and all but tore off her panties as he she 
did the same with my boxers. "Oh yes, yes, *yes*" she 
cried.

Unthinking, I plunged my cock into her and started 
fucking with a vengeance. Her body was showing her 
obvious pleasure but when I looked at her face I saw her 
eyes were squeezed shut tight and her expression was 
unreadable. She made no sound other than the involuntary 
whimpers a woman makes when she's getting laid. 

I tried to keep my tongue too, and for a long time only 
her whimpers and my gasps would have let an eavesdropper 
know what was happening. But as I approached my climax, I 
couldn't help myself and the words escaped my lips... 

"I'm gonna come... MOMMY!"

When I said the last word her eyes popped open and met 
mine for one supercharged second. But then I was coming, 
coming and coming and coming in my beautiful mother's 
pussy. Her eyes closed again but her face was split by 
the hugest grin I have ever seen. I felt her pussy 
clenching at me and the pleasure was so intense I could 
hardly stand it. When I could come no more I collapsed, 
burying my face in her neck. She gave a sigh of 
satisfaction that may have been the sexiest sound I have 
ever heard.

And we fell asleep that way, both of us naked, me on top 
of and inside her, face buried in her hair. The last 
thing I remember of that night is feeling her hands 
caressing my ass ever so gently.

The next morning I awoke to find my mother gone. I 
wondered if I'd dreamed it--did I really have sex with my 
mother? The fact that I was naked and my cock still had 
that "been fucked" feeling seemed to support the idea 
that I had. I wondered where she was and what she was 
thinking and feeling. She'd certainly seemed to like it, 
but then, I hadn't given her much choice.

I imagined I could still feel her pussy all around me, 
and my cock twitched in response. Man! Even after 
breaking the one remaining taboo, it still wanted more. 
And, I supposed, so did I. I remembered the beautiful 
look on my mother's face when I was coming inside her and 
I knew that even if most people thought we weren't 
supposed to do it, it couldn't have been totally bad. But 
I just wondered what she thought.

Looking across the room I suddenly noticed a note on the 
desk. I got out of bed and picked it up. It read:


        Dear Chris,

        Gone for a walk--get some breakfast and be
        ready to go when I get back.

        Love,

             Mom


Not a word about the incredible experience we'd shared 
last night. Now I was confused--*had* it really happened? 
When she got back and we checked out, she continued not 
to say a word about it, and I took my cue from her. 

As I drove us along the next leg of the trip I kept 
stealing glances at her but she was as unreadable as the 
sphinx. I did notice that she didn't seem to be wearing a 
bra, however. And that got me thinking about the taste of 
her nipple in my mouth. Which in turn got me hard.

"Don't you think you should shift it?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, startled.

"We're going up a hill--shouldn't you shift into a higher 
gear?"

"Oh, right."

*

As I shifted the car, she smiled in a way that made me 
think she knew full well what I'd been thinking of. Could 
she read my mind?

By the time we got to the hotel where we'd be staying the 
evening I was going out of my mind. If she wanted what 
happened last night to happen again I was ready, if she 
was mad at me, I was ready for that too. But she didn't 
say anything and now I didn't know how to introduce the 
subject. 

When she asked for two rooms across the hall from each 
other instead of one room, though, I thought I'd gotten 
my answer. In the heat of the moment she might have 
surrendered to my lusts (and hers?) but I guessed she 
never wanted it to happen again. I felt terrible. What if 
she hated me? I was so down I didn't want to go to the 
bar this time and I brooded on my thoughts until I fell 
asleep.

I woke up to a very distinctive feeling... I was getting 
my cock sucked! 

Looking down I saw her there, head bobbing up and down as 
one hand encircled the shaft. I'm no Mark Wahlberg in 
Boogie Nights or anything, but my cock is at least above 
average--about seven and a half inches, I'd say. My head 
was spinning.

When she saw I was watching she slid my cock out of her 
mouth and said, "Oh, you're awake." 

A strangled "Uh-huh" was all I could manage in reply 
because then she was covering the shaft with kisses. I 
thought the top of my skull would explode. 

It seemed she did want more, she did, she did! It sure 
seemed. I reached down and put my hands on her head and 
tried to start fucking her face but she stopped cold.

"Uh-uh," she said. "Let mommy have her little ritual."

And with that she leaned forward and slid my dick between 
her tits.

Every single thing she was doing was blasting open new 
doors in my mind.

After letting me tit-fuck her for a while she must have 
sensed that I was gonna come because she pulled back and 
wrapped her hand around my shaft again, squeezing it to 
keep me from coming.

"Not yet," she said in a faraway voice. "Oh please, not 
yet, no, no."

She was staring at my cock with a look on her face I'd 
never seen before. But I suddenly remembered I had seen 
it described, and I had imagined it even if

I'd tried not to. That had to have been what my dad meant 
when he talked about the way she looked when she sucked 
his cock. Dad, you never could have known it, but now 
your little boy knows just exactly what you were talking 
about, I thought.

When she was satisfied that I had myself under control 
she began gently kissing the head, trailing her fingers 
lightly on the topside of the shaft slowly. It was as 
though we were making slow, beautiful love as she took my 
cock into her mouth, and I'll always be proud of myself 
for not coming right there and then.

She looked up at me and her eyes were almost rolled back 
in her head the way I'd only seen once before on a 
girlfriend with whom I'd had almost nothing in common but 
sex (but we were really, really good at it).

I gave a sharp intake of breath. "Ohhhhh... ahhhhhh!" And 
closed my eyes as I threw my head back. I see what you 
meant, dad, I thought. Mom is a great little cocksucker. 
Her tongue was doing things to me that no girl's pussy 
ever had. 

Now she was making little sounds of pleasure, and that 
"humming" effect only increased my own. As the slide show 
of images and thoughts that runs through your head as you 
approach orgasm started, I found myself thinking about 
the idea I'd had that she hadn't liked what I'd done to 
her last night.

Well, I sure had ample evidence to the contrary now.

All of a sudden she pulled back again, her fist pumping 
my cock as she breathlessly asked, "Are you gonna come?"

"Yes... yes... yes... gonna come... wanna come... come in 
your mouth... mommy..."

"Good boy, come for mommy, come in mommy's mouth."

And with that she buried me to the hilt, swallowing as 
much of my cock as she could in one gulp. The back of my 
head hit the mattress and my own mouth fell open as I 
felt a load of cum surging out of my balls and up through 
my shaft. 

And with a yell that must have made the people in the 
next room wonder what was happening (if they only knew) 
the head of my cock exploded with cum, which she sucked 
and swallowed till I was spent. Then she withdrew it from 
her mouth and lovingly kissed the head of my shrinking 
cock. She was grinning up at me. I didn't know what to 
say. She crawled up and rested her head on my chest, 
gazing down at my cock.

"You know how long I've wanted to do that?" she asked.

"Since before last--"

"Oh yes. A long time before." She was silent for a minute 
and then continued. "Since you were 15 years old."

What? Could she really be saying what I thought she was 
saying?

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. You never knew this, but, one day, when I came 
home from work I was walking by your room and saw you 
masturbating." 

"Oh God!"

"You didn't see me cause your eyes were closed. But I got 
a good peek at that big cock of yours. You know it's even 
bigger than your fathers?" "Really?" I said again. It was 
gonna take me some time to process this.

"Really. And your father was not a small man. Anyway, as 
soon as I saw it, the image just... popped into my head. 
Of what it would be like to take you into my mouth. To 
taste you. To feel you swell. To swallow your cum..."

"Jesus!"

"I'm sure he's got nothing to do with this. But anyway, I 
told myself I was just lonely. It had been a long time 
since your father died, and, well, that's when I met 
Ryder."

Ryder was a guy she had dated for a few months when I was 
in high school. I'd hated him because he treated my 
mother like crap and even hit on my girlfriends in front 
of her (and me). I'd never understood why she didn't 
think she could do better.

"Jesus, Mom, you mean you did it with that guy so you 
wouldn't... you could have. I would've..."

"No, I couldn't, baby. No matter how much I might have 
wanted to. Even knowing from the way you looked at me 
sometimes... well, you were a child."

"I'm not a child now."

"No, you're not."

She lightly brushed my cock with the tips of her fingers, 
and as if she'd worked magic, it started to rise.

"No, definitely not a little boy at all."

The next few minutes were taken up by her gently stroking 
me until I came again.

When I woke up the next morning, the sun lighting the 
room, I wondered for a moment if she would be gone again, 
like last time. But looking over next to me I saw my 
mother, naked and asleep. It occurred to me that this was 
the first chance I'd had to really study her naked body. 

Both nights we'd been together I'd caught glimpses but I 
was too caught up in my own passion to take a good look. 
Well, I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. Slowly 
sitting up so as not to wake her, I looked at my mother. 
The long dark hair... the long eyelashes... that cute 
little nose (it must have driven my dad wild!).

Her great mouth... it just looked like it had been built 
for sucking. And of course, I now knew, it had Her 
tits... big, but they weren't as proud as they must have 
been when she was younger... and the image of what her 
body might have looked like when she was 16 arose in my 
mind. 

I'd seen family album photographs of her in high school, 
but never really thought about the supple breasts and 
firm young lips she must have had at that age. Who was 
the first guy to see her tits? To touch them? To suck 
them? Whose was the first cock she ever sucked... the 
first cum she ever tasted? I let my hand trace the 
swelling of her breast and lightly thumbed the nipple, 
feeling it stiffen. I stiffened, too.

My eyes continued their journey down her body. My Mom 
wasn't fat, but she used to say she'd never quite lost 
all the pregnancy pounds from me and Kristen. I didn't 
care. It made her curvy, soft and cushiony. Her legs were 
long and still sexy, especially in heels. And between 
them, a patch of dark, curly pubic hair she kept trimmed 
into a neat little triangle. 

My hand left her breast and gently traced it's way down 
her belly, feeling the soft, downy place just above her 
bush. I let my fingertips trace the lips of her pussy. I 
could feel her getting wet and a little bit hot, so I 
very gently slipped one finger inside.

She squirmed in response but when I looked up at her face 
it betrayed nothing, her eyes still closed. I decided I 
needed to move this forward--to do something we hadn't 
done yet. As softly as I could, I slid out of bed and 
onto the carpet on my knees. I turned to face her pussy. 
Spreading the lips apart with my fingers, I slipped my 
tongue in and began licking my mother's pussy. 

The taste was incredible--like no pussy I had ever tasted 
before.

Sweet and hot and tasty. I got so into it that I didn't 
even know she had opened her eyes until I felt her hands 
in my hair.

"Oh my God," I heard her say, "Christopher... feels so 
good... yes... suck my cunt... suck it, suck it, suck 
it!"

Hearing her call it that sent tingles and throbs through 
my body from my cock to my head to my tongue to my toes. 
I redoubled my efforts, wanting to please her, wanting to 
bring her off this way.

"It's been so long," she murmured. "It's been forever."

Suddenly I switched my attention to her big, fat clit, 
sucking it into my mouth without warning. The effect was 
as if she had been electrified as she exploded with 
inarticulate groans of pleasure, thrusting towards me as 
I drank deep from her honey.

"Mmmmmmm... " she whimpered. "Oh," she gasped. She made 
little breathy noises with each lick I gave her pussy. 

My tongue was getting tired so I brought my fingers in, 
slipping first one then two in and fucking her with them 
while my thumb rubbed her clit.

She was almost leaving the bed. Her ass rose up and 
slammed her pussy onto my hand as I felt it clenching 
around my fingers.

Then I realized she was trying to say something.

"We've got to stop this," she hissed. "We can't... 
Christopher!"

The last word was broken up as shudders ran through her 
body. I couldn't believe it. Now all of a sudden she was 
feeling guilty? Well, her body sure liked what I was 
doing to her, even if she didn't think it should.

But clearly she was still having to deal with the 
reality, the physicality of what we were doing. I suppose 
I still did, too, but right then, I didn't care. I 
decided to take a chance. Ceasing my finger-fucking, I 
asked, 

"You want me to stop, Mom?"

"What? No... yes... I'm gonna... baby... I need it... God 
forgive me, baby I need to come! Please make your old 
mommy come." The need in her voice was frantic.

"You're not old, mommy. You're beautiful. You're the most 
beautiful Mom in the world." "Oh my God... make me come 
now, Christy, please... "

"I'll make you come, mother. I'll make you come so 
fucking hard you'll never be able to give up my cock."

"Oh my god... Christy... no... what am I doing to y-"

"Yes," I said, and quick as lighting moved up and on top 
of her, pinning her arms above her head as my cock found 
the entrance to her pussy. It was warm and welcoming as I 
slid deep inside her. I knew I wasn't going to last long 
but that wasn't important this time. I fucked her as hard 
and fast as I could, all the while saying, "I'm fucking 
you, mother... you feel me fucking you?"

"Yes," she almost sobbed. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me... so 
good... feels so good."

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes... oh God yes... don't stop... need it... 
need to come."

"What am I doing, Mom... say it..."

"Oh my God, you're fucking me... fucking my cunt, baby... 
fuck it... fuck it... "

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to come in me... come in me... I want to feel 
my baby come in me again."

"Say it again."

"Come in me..."

"Again!"

"Come IN me!"

"Momma, momma, momma, momma, Mom... "

"Yes, yes, my baby... yes my angel."

And then with a burst of energy and speed I was slamming 
my cock home, home, home into the very place it had come 
out of, and my mother was screaming and I was shouting as 
my cock emptied itself inside her.

When I could move my head I looked at the clock. It 
wasn't even the middle of the day and we were already 
both exhausted.

The next day, I started to figure my sexy, unreadable, 
possessive, obsessive and lustful mother out. Or so I 
thought. Though it seemed she couldn't help herself from 
my cock at night, during the day she refused to 
acknowledge that her attitudes towards me had changed in 
any way. 

I once raised the subject in such an oblique manner that 
no one but us could possibly have known what I meant, and 
was rewarded with silence. Yet our nocturnal visits 
continued until we got home, leaving me happy but dazed 
most of the time.

When we arrived I saw that my sister's car was in the 
driveway and I began to wonder if we could get to our 
rooms without her seeing us together. A bunch of 
strangers might never notice the change in dynamic 
between a son and a mother who are having sex, but surely 
the sister of the son, the daughter of the mother, would 
know something was up. 

Then the door opened and my sister came running out to 
greet us and what was up... was me. Maybe it was because 
I hadn't really seen her since she was 14, maybe it was 
because my thoughts about my family members had been 
irrevocably changed, but I suddenly found myself noticing 
how sexy my sister was. For one thing, her breasts had 
really filled out (she got that from mom!), and the t-
shirt she was wearing was at least one size too small.

You're just not healthy, I told myself. Isn't it enough 
that you've got your mother making you come every night? 
My mind said yes, that was more than enough. But a little 
voice from below the belt said hell, no!

Kirsten was a freshman in college and something of a 
spoiled brat. Mom had bought her a car and even paid the 
rent for her off-campus housing, on the condition that 
she come home to visit every weekend. I didn't quite 
understand why she should put up with it, but I guess not 
having to get a job was worth not having your weekend 
nights free.

"Jesus, Chris, you look like you've been put through the 
wringer," she said, and kissed me. I hugged her back 
automatically, suddenly wondering if she could feel my 
erection. She pulled back with a sort of surprised amused 
look on her face, but before I could study it further mom 
was telling her to help me carry all the bags up to our 
rooms, and she said it in the Mom voice we remembered 
from our childhoods that brooked no argument. 

It was weird to hear it from someone and have the memory 
flash of fucking them from behind, looking down at that 
toned ass, hearing them say "Yes, yes... fuck me... fuck 
me with that big cock... " and having them slam back 
against me, their pussy clenching me until I came. But 
there was no way Kirsten could know what we'd done last 
night.

Moving back into my room, I realized that my chances of 
repeating last night were pretty much gone as long as 
Kirsten was here. Her room was flanked on either side by 
our mothers and mine, and I knew from unfortunate 
experience that the walls here weren't thick enough to 
allow her to sleep through the kind of fucking mom and I 
now liked to give each other. I remembered desperately 
wishing they were during the Ryder period.

"Suck it, suck it... that's right, suck it... come on, 
you bitch... come on, you whore."

I'd wanted to kill him for the names he was calling my 
mother, and for what he was doing to her (jealousy?). I 
would never call her a whore when she was sucking my 
cock. I wanted her to know how much I loved her for it.

My sister, who burst into the room, interrupted my 
reverie. "Hey, big brother," she said, "I've got an idea 
you'll love." And with that, she started to lift her t-
shirt over her head. A thousand thoughts ran through my 
mind before I realized that she was wearing a bikini top, 
and when her cut-off shorts hit my floor I saw that she 
was wearing the bottoms, too.

"Last one in the pool has to do the laundry!" she 
announced, smugly, and ran for the stairs. I stood there, 
stunned. She knew I wasn't dressed for swimming, she knew 
I'd be last. That was the joke, to her. But what she 
didn't know (could she?) was something I shouldn't know, 
either: Her body was almost a clone of our mothers--
younger, before two children, thinner, but just as sexy. 

In fact, she could have posed for Playboy--and as soon as 
I thought of that my brain hit me with the image of my 
little sister naked in the pages of Playboy... the swell 
of her breasts... those long legs (could they look as 
good in heels as my mother's did?)... her bush. What 
color was it, I wondered. 

I figured it had to be lighter than mom's, since Kirsten 
got dad's blonder hair, but I knew that wasn't always the 
case. I'd known a girl in high school with platinum 
blonde hair on her head who was black as pitch between 
her legs.

All these thoughts of my sister's bush and pussy had 
gotten me hot. I had just laid down on the bed and taken 
my prick out to masturbate when the door opened and my 
mother was in the doorway. Seeing what I was doing, she 
strode in, kicking the door closed behind her. I started 
to put my hands behind my head, anticipating a quick 
suck-off or at least a hand job. Instead, she grabbed my 
cock, squeezed it and angrily hissed,

"If you do it to yourself, you don't do it to me. Do you 
understand me?"

"Yes, mom." was all I could say.

"Good. I want to feel you come inside me or taste your 
cum. I don't want you giving it to the empty air." She 
wasn't looking at me as she said these things, and I 
realized it was the first time we'd done anything or said 
anything about those things during the day. She'd started 
masturbating me. Her head was just starting to lower, her 
mouth opening, when we heard a voice from below.

"Hey, Chris," we heard my sister say. "Are you coming or 
not?"

It seems funny now, but at the time there was nothing 
funny about it whatsoever. I wanted mom to suck my cock, 
she wanted to taste my cum, but as we looked at each 
other we knew without speaking it was too dangerous. She 
released her grip on it and I reluctantly put it away, 
walking to the window and looking down on the pool area 
where Kirsten was swimming. The water diffusion and the 
distance hid her body from me, but it was burned into my 
mind forever.

"Good things come to those who wait." My mother was 
saying. It took me a moment to remember she was talking 
about me and her, not Kirsten. I suddenly had the feeling 
I'd better keep these new thoughts secret for a while. 
Because I remembered what had split mom and Ryder up. 
Despite the fact that he had treated her like crap, hit 
on other women, degraded her in the bedroom (and was 
probably a selfish lover) what had really done it was 
that my mom was a very jealous woman. And sensitive. 

Anyone could have told her that Ryder would cheat on her, 
but when he did and she found out, they had a screaming 
fight. I remembered Kirsten coming to my room for comfort 
in the middle of it, crying, and holding her while she 
sobbed herself to sleep. Back then I never would have 
thought the thoughts I was thinking about her now. Of 
course, that was before puberty came and was so good to 
her.

My mom gave me a hot kiss and a very sensual hug, giving 
my cock one last squeeze through my pants and walked out 
of the room, quickly. Left in that state, forbidden to 
masturbate, unable to fuck or be sucked, I decided the 
only thing to do was cool down. I changed into my 
swimming trunks, ran down and dove into the pool as 
quickly as I could, hoping the cold water would shrink my 
penis so Kirsten wouldn't notice.

We ran through the rest of the weekend as well as we 
could. Mom again showed her amazing ability so snap back 
into "mom" mode when we were with Kirsten, and fought me 
off when I tried once or twice to get her off with my 
fingers in the hallway by pressing her up against the 
wall. I still didn't know how to reconcile this woman 
with the one who'd been on top of me, sliding my cock in 
and out of her pussy, two nights before. 

*

Monday morning when Kirsten was going back to school, my 
brain was exploding with desire. I almost had a heart 
attack when she said she wasn't sure if she had enough 
gas, thinking I'd have to drive to a station and lose 
more time with mom. But fortunately she checked the gauge 
and decided she'd just make it. We said goodbye and 
watched her drive away through the front window. Then, 
unsure what to say, I turned to look at my mother.

She was walking away from me, up towards her bedroom... 
undressing as she went, leaving a trail of clothes for me 
to follow (as if I had needed a map!). By the time she 
bent over and stepped out of her panties, I would have 
followed her anywhere. But she didn't look back, nor did 
she say a word. Just kept walking, letting that sweet ass 
sway irresistibly. I was harder than I'd ever been in my 
life, and as she reached her door, I made the steps in 
one bound, or so it seemed, and was in the bedroom, 
shedding my clothes and putting my arms around her warm, 
naked body.

The rest of the week was like paradise. Whatever fear and 
guilt mom had been living with on the road seemed to have 
been chased away by her need for a hard fucking, or maybe 
it was just that she felt safer in her own house. But we 
fucked in almost every conceivable way, in almost every 
room of the house that week. 

We did it so often we soon stopped wearing clothes around 
the house because it wasted time. When I was hard and she 
was wet we wanted each other right then and there. It got 
so we didn't have to say anything any more, if I was hard 
mom could see it and soon she'd have her lips or her 
pussy around it. And I got to know a way she had of 
holding her body when she wanted to get fucked... and if 
I missed it she'd sometimes take my hand and press my 
fingers into her cunt. 

She made me come more times in one night than I ever had 
before, more than I knew I ever could before. And she 
taught me things. She said she loved the way I fucked 
her, but there were things she could show me that would 
make a girl always want my dick back inside her. She was 
a good teacher and if I do say so myself I was a good 
pupil.

It once dimly occurred to me that maybe the reason we 
were spending so much of our time fucking wasn't just 
because we'd been denied for a couple of days, but so we 
wouldn't have to really think about what we were doing. 
But that thought was quickly lost in the cascade of 
unforgettable moments the week provided. 

Watching my mother's titties bounce in the mirror as I 
fucked her from behind in the bed she'd shared with my 
father, seeing the look of pure, animal lust on her 
face... taking a shower with her and sucking her nipples 
till she got down on her knees and enveloped my cock in 
her mouth, sucking me until I was ready to come and then 
slipping it out and jerking me, stroking my cock and 
coaxing me on until I came on her face, showering her 
with milky white droplets that she licked up and pressed 
her cheek against my torso.

We had a real scare at the end of the week, though. We 
were in the sauna and mom was laying on her back, nude, 
on one of the benches as I stood next to her and fingered 
her pussy. She was lazily sucking my cock, too. It was 
too hot (and we'd come too many times the night before) 
for any urgency--just slow and sensual. I was looking at 
the way the sweat formed like dew on her tits and 
thinking about whether I wanted to fuck her or come on 
her tits, when suddenly we both heard the sliding glass 
door that led to the pool open.

"Mom? Chris?" we heard my sister say. "Are you in the 
sauna?"

My eyes met moms and I saw hers widen, mine must have 
done the same thing. We knew we had less than a minute to 
hide what we were doing. Luckily some of my trunks had 
been left in the sauna to dry and never brought in, and I 
ran to them and pulled them on as quickly as I could over 
my big erection. 

Mom didn't have anything to cover herself with, though, 
and as we both saw the door opening I knew she must have 
been going out of her mind. Suddenly, I had a one-chance-
in-a-million idea. I broke for the door saying, "Geez, 
sorry, mom! I didn't know you were in here!" acting 
embarrassed and brushing past Kirsten.

"That's all right," my mother called after me. Kirsten 
looked at me for a second and then into the sauna where 
mom was nude and I was pointedly not trying to look. 

"Whoops!" she said, in her amused voice. I was just 
hoping she wasn't looking too hard at my trunks, because 
I hadn't gone down at all, and she wasn't helping. Being 
interrupted meant I was all dressed up with no place to 
go, sexually speaking, and Kirsten was looking damn good 
to me. Stop it, I told myself. She's your sister. You're 
already fucking your mom. But... unwilling to let this 
train of thought go further, I asked her, "Aren't you 
home a little early?"

"I wanted to talk to mom about something," she said. "In 
fact... could you excuse us?"

"Sure," I said, and turned away as she went into the 
sauna and closed the door, but not before mom and I 
exchanged looks and I saw one of Kirsten's hands start to 
pull her shirt up. Oh my god. She was going to get naked 
and join mom in the sauna! 

The thought was too much for me to take. I resorted to 
the same trick as last week and dove into the pool, 
swimming as fast as I could to keep my thoughts off the 
two naked women only a few feet from me. A while later 
the door opened and Kirsten poked her head out, hiding 
most of her (oh my dear god!) nude body from view.

"Christy," she said, "Would you bring us a couple of 
robes?"

I did, making a show of keeping my eyes closed after 
knocking at the door and handing them in. They came out a 
few seconds later, mom looking like she just ate the 
canary and Kirsten remarkably chipper.

It turned out that mom had given permission for Kirsten 
to go out on a date that night, even though she usually 
liked her stay home Friday nights. I didn't know why 
she'd changed her mind, but figured it meant an extra 
night with mom, so who was complaining?

That night mom came to my room and sucked my cock. It was 
as good as ever but just when I could feel myself 
approaching the point of no return she stopped and did 
that squeezing thing again. It was maddeningly 
frustrating.

"I want you to do something for me," she said.

"Yes... ?"

"It's about Kirsten."

What she told me then blew whatever was left of my mind. 
It seemed that the talk Kirsten had wanted to have with 
her was one of those frank, mother-daughter talks they'd 
been having for years. Kirsten had told her that she'd 
started having sex with her boyfriend, Bob. I knew Bob--
he was about my age or a little younger and we'd played 
together on a couple of teams. He was a pretty cool guy, 
but I didn't know how I felt about him doing my sister. 
But then mom was telling me that things weren't going 
well between them.

"Kirsten told me," she said, keeping a grip on my cock 
firmly, "that they always have a very nice time." "She 
said that?"

"Her exact words. But she doesn't really get what all the 
fuss is about yet."

Oh my god. My little sister was being introduced to sex 
by a dead fuck. I felt sorry for her. But why was mom 
telling me all this?

"I was thinking," she continued, "that maybe what Kirsten 
needs is a visit from her big, big brother."

Each time she said "big" she gave my cock a smooth, 
downward stroke and by the time she got to "brother," the 
idea of what she was suggesting, plus the feeling, plus 
everything, made me come. It spouted over her hand before 
she could replace it with her mouth and suck off the 
rest. She crawled up, kissed me, and lay down beside me.

"Did you really mean that?" I asked. I knew people said 
things sometimes before coming they didn't really mean. 
Mom hadn't come (yet) that night, but it still seemed 
like a good thing to ask. She was silent for a few 
seconds and then said, "Yes, I did."

Then we were both silent for more than a few seconds as 
the enormity of what we were talking about sunk in. My 
mom wanted me to fuck my little sister. I couldn't even 
tell her I didn't like the idea, because she'd seen the 
way I'd come. 

"Does she know about... "

"Us? No. No, I'm sure she doesn't. And I don't want you 
telling her, Chris. Even if you do this."

I'm not sure at what point I moved in my head from 
contemplating the implications and dangers inherent in it 
to actually trying to think of a way to do it, but I do 
know that when I woke up the next morning (mom having 
gone back to her room before Kirsten got back from her 
date) I still didn't have a clue. Mom and I could never 
have gotten together if I'd planned it, and sometimes I 
still couldn't believe it had happened. So how... 

I got up and had started dressing when I glanced out the 
window and almost had a stroke. Kirsten was laying out on 
the patio next to the pool, sunbathing. And nude.

Her body was better than I could have possibly imagined, 
even at this distance I could tell. Her curly blonde hair 
framed a blue-eyed face that was every hetero boys dream 
of the girl next door. Her lips were red and cupid's-bow 
shaped. Her legs were so tan and smooth I couldn't stand 
it, they almost made me tremble. 

Her belly was taut, her tits were big and pouty, and her 
bush was, just as I had thought, slightly darker than the 
hair on her head but still lighter than moms, a kind of 
blondish-brown. It looked fluffy. From here I couldn't 
see how visible the lips of her pussy were, but just the 
thought was enough to make me rise. And then, almost as 
if she knew I was watching (she didn't... did she?) she 
turned over and lay on her stomach, turning her ass 
sunny-side up. Oh my god, that ass.

Looking back, I think that's when I was lost forever. 
When I saw that tight, shapely, toned ass practically 
gleaming in the sun, I knew I had to have her. I didn't 
care that she was my sister. I didn't care that she might 
say no at first. I knew, once I got my cock into her and 
started fucking, she wouldn't be able to pretend she 
didn't like it for long. Jesus Christ she had to be the 
sweetest snatch I'd ever seen.

She's your sister, my brain screamed. It's forbidden 
fruit. Seriously. You know you want her. What are you 
going to do? Swallowing my nerves, I slipped into my 
bathing trunks and walked downstairs. 

I stopped in the kitchen and made a Cosmopolitan for 
Kirsten (her favorite drink, though she wasn't supposed 
to have one at her age) and a mixed vodka drink fro 
myself. Then I walked out onto the patio.

"Hi sis!" I said, cheerfully.

"Chris!" Startled, she tried to cover herself with the 
towel she was laying on, but it was too small and her 
legs were too long for all of her to be covered at once. 
She had to settle for pulling it over her breasts and 
folding her legs underneath herself. Which meant I was 
playing a little peek-a-boo with her snatch.

"Whoops! Naked sister!" I said, gleefully. I was still 
keeping this on the brother-teases-sister level. For the 
moment. "Get out of here!" she said. "I'm naked!"

"Oh, relax. Like you've got anything I haven't seen 
before. We used to take baths together, remember?"

She turned away. "That was a long time ago."

"Look, I'm sorry," I said. "I just thought you might want 
a drink." I handed it to her and was amused by the way 
she tried to take it without letting the towel slip. "I 
thought you knew I was here, anyway."

"No," she said, "Mom told me you went shopping for some 
new clothes. I never would have come out here like this 
if I thought that you might--"

Ah, mom, clever, clever mom. She must have noticed 
Kirsten's lack of tan lines in the sauna yesterday and 
deduced that she liked getting an all-over tan. And if 
she thought she was alone... 

"Where's mom?

"She went to look at some furniture. She said something 
about maybe needing a new bed soon."

I couldn't help but smile. I knew exactly how mom was 
wearing out the old one.

Kirsten kept sipping from her drink and soon she seemed 
to have calmed down. 

I did the same with mine and tried not to let my eyes 
rest too long and obvious on her body. After we finished 
our drinks I decided to make a couple more and asked, 
mock-casually, if she wanted me to bring her a suit or a 
robe or something. 

"No," she said, "I guess you're right. I haven't got 
anything that you haven't seen before. And after all, you 
are my brother."

I made the drinks with trembling hands. It was working. 
Oh my god--mother of god, it was working! We sat in the 
sun and drank and talked for a while, and I noticed she 
was getting less and less careful about letting the towel 
slip where it would. 

After our third round of drinks, I was getting less and 
less subtle about spending most of my time eyeing her 
figure, and my cock was getting less and less shy about 
telling her it liked what I saw. Sitting in a chair I 
could hide what was in my trunks somewhat but soon it was 
obvious that I had a big, honking erection. I was just 
wondering how to make my move when she said,

"You're very hard." In a strange, quiet tone of voice I'd 
never heard from her before. What could I say? "Yes."

She stretched her arms, giving me a quick glimpse of her 
tits before covering them up again.

"What's got you as hard as all that, big brother?" She 
said the last part in a baby-doll voice that almost made 
me come right then and there. Taking a deep breath, and a 
big chance, I said, 

"Mostly because I've been thinking about what it would be 
like to slide deep into you and come inside you."

We looked at each other for a long moment. She looked 
like she couldn't believe I had said it. Neither could I. 
After a pause during which I ached to know how she was 
feeling, what she was thinking, she said, "What?"

I was sweating and it wasn't just from the sun.

"I said--"

Suddenly she was turning over and arranging the towel 
over her pert, cute little ass.

"I didn't hear what you said," she said, "must have been 
a plane going by."

There hadn't been a plane for miles.

"But listen," she went on, "would you mind putting some 
suntan oil on my back?" She held out the bottle to me and 
met my eye. I took the lotion and rubbed it on my hands. 
Sitting down next to her, I began to rub it on her back. 
She shivered a bit when it first hit her.

"It's cold."

"I'm sorry... I tried to warm it."

"Try harder," she said. I kept working on her back, 
letting the lotion seep in, working my fingers over her 
flesh. Her eyes were closed and her head was resting in 
her folded arms. She had our mother's nose, I noticed. I 
decided it was time to take it one step further, and let 
my fingers "accidentally" brush against the sides of her 
breasts. She didn't say anything. I was harder than ever.

"Why don't you give me a really good massage?" she said 
in a faraway voice. "Sounds good to me," I said, my voice 
thick with something I didn't quite recognize. I didn't 
know why, but the thought of fucking my sister was 
entirely different from that of fucking my mom. 

"But the angle's not very good here," I murmured, and 
swung my leg over so I was on all fours on top of her, 
but was careful not to let my trunks (and the hard penis 
inside them) come into contact with the towel covering 
her ass just yet. I concentrated on really giving her a 
serious massage, kneading her shoulders and working her 
back.

"Oooooooooooooh," she said, with a little cry of ecstasy 
at the end. "Oh, that feels so much better." Her face... 
my eyes were almost rolling back of their own accord, and 
I knew that if I didn't get some release soon I would 
flip her over and take her whether she liked it or not. 
But I didn't want it to be that way between us.

"Christy," she said in a whisper so low I almost didn't 
hear her, "Why don't you massage me a little lower?" I 
rubbed my fingers into the small of her back.

"Here?"

"Lower."

I pressed her skin just above the towel.

"Here?"

"Lower."

She reached down and slid the towel partway off, 
revealing the cleft in her rounded ass. I was so hard. 
Her skin was so smooth.

"That sounds like a good idea, sis, but you know... " I 
paused. "I'm not very comfortable in these trunks." 

"Take them off," she suggested.

I did so. 

Though her eyes were squeezed shut tight (where had I 
seen that before?) I noticed her sneaking a peek as my 
cock met the air. I hoped she was impressed. By the look 
she gave it, I think she was. I knew I'd never felt 
bigger in my life. I returned to her and started 
caressing her ass. 

There was no way to kid ourselves that this was just a 
massage any more, but still, for some reason, I kept 
rubbing in even little circles, keeping it as 
"professional" as I could. I looked at her face. Her eyes 
were closed again but her lips were parted and making 
little "o" shapes. God, I wanted her.

"I think," I said, "that I'm going to massage you a 
little lower still." She nodded, eyes still shut tight. I 
put my hands on the towel, and when she didn't seem to 
object, I lifted it off completely. Now my sister and I 
were both naked by the pool and I had my hands on her. 

I took a moment to send a message to myself not to come 
into the empty air, and to thank god for the fences and 
trees that gave us our privacy. Looking down at my 
sisters naked body I could see, as I hadn't been able to 
from the window, the little tufts of hair from her pussy 
that were visible from the back. I let my finger trace up 
and down her spine and watched her shudder and squirm. 
She wanted it. I was sure of it now.

"Just a little massage, sis," I said, "Right?" and kept 
working on her, kneading her ass and rubbing the tops of 
her legs just below her pussy. I could feel the heat from 
between her legs as I listened to her breathing become 
shallow and labored. Her eyes were still closed, but they 
weren't squeezed shut tight the way they had been before. 

I felt like there was an electrical circuit connecting us 
with every touch of the softest, warmest skin I had ever 
felt. I was sure she wanted me to go further (god, so did 
I), but didn't know how to open that door which could 
never be fully closed again. If we stopped now, she might 
be able to tell herself it was just a little harmless... 
I mean, we'd know better, but... 

My prick was aching to be inside her. How to get her 
to... just then, she interrupted my scheming.

"I think," she said, "that I'm going to turn over."

I lifted my hands and sat back expectantly. Slowly, and 
shooting me the sexiest little bashful looks I've ever 
seen, she turned over and stretched out on her back. I 
could see it all now, up close and personal. Her tits all 
pumped up and brown from the sun except for the little 
pink-tipped nipples. She was looking at me, those big 
blue eyes sparkling with a combination of pleading and 
sexiness and fear. And her pussy, oh my god, that 
beautiful pussy, waiting, inviting... 

"Well," she said, "What are you going to do now, big 
brother?"

Keeping my eyes on hers as long as I could, I moved in 
for a kiss. She was puckering her lips when I moved to 
the side of her head and kissed her ear.

"Oh, god... " she said.

I moved down to her neck.

"Oh god... oh yeah!"

Now I couldn't be stopped. I kissed my way down her chest 
and finally got one of her pink nipples in my mouth. Her 
hands went to my hair as I sucked as hard as I could. The 
way she arched her back was thrilling. Then I looked up. 
Her eyes opened wide and met mine. She nodded. 

I kept kissing my way lower, lower and lower until my 
lips met her pubic hair. The smell of her was already 
intoxicating. Her legs raised up and open and I saw the 
sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life--Aladdin's cave 
full of treasures was nothing compared to this. I let my 
tongue slip down between her legs and finally tasted her 
sweet pussy for the first time.

"Oooooh myyy gooooodness," she squealed. Her pussy was 
immediately alive in my mouth, thrusting back, wet and 
slippery and tasty and warm. I added my finger to the mix 
and fucked her with it while my tongue started working on 
her clit, licking and sucking it into my mouth. "Yes," 
she kept saying, over and over, faster and faster till it 
had lost all meaning. 

If I'd thought I was about to burst before, seeing my kid 
sisters pussy right in front of my face, moving up and 
down with each lick, was the last straw. I pulled my 
finger out, gave her pussy lips one last kiss and flipped 
her over, laying on top of her, my penis resting in the 
cleft of her ass. She made several gasps as I rubbed it 
up and down between her cheeks.

"This is what you want, isn't it, baby?"

She didn't say anything--well, no words, at any rate. 
Sounds were now coming out of her I couldn't understand.

"Say it... say it... tell me what you want. Tell me what 
you want, baby."

"This... I want... ooh... I want..."

"Yes?" I said. Now I was teasing the lips of her pussy 
from behind with the head of my cock.

"I... I want... I want you to... fuck me! Fuck me, big 
brother!"

"Yes, baby," I said, and slammed my cock into her from 
behind, as deep as I could. 

It was like a steam room in there. And tight! So tight! 
So much tighter than my mother's. I loved my mother and I 
loved fucking her, but... 

"Ooooooooooooooooooooh..." she was saying, "I can't 
believe I'm letting you do this..."

"Letting me?" I said. "Sure feels like you're doing a lot 
more than letting me, aren't you, sis?"

"Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeessssssssss," she said through gritted 
teeth, throwing herself back onto me. 

"You're so good, sis," I told her. "You're so hot."

The sounds our bodies were making were their own kind of 
pornography. She was so wet but still so tight--the 
friction was incredible. 

"I want you to..." she was saying, "I want you to 
come... come inside me... I want to feel you come, oh my 
god, I can't believe we're doing this, I mean, you're my 
brother... "

"I'll come inside you, sis," I told her, "but not yet."

Quickly I pulled out--she gave a disappointed little sigh 
as I withdrew--and lay down on my back, pulling her on 
top of me. I aimed my cock and slid it back into her 
pussy. Then I put my hands around her waist and started 
pushing and pulling her up and down on my cock. I looked 
at her. Her eyes were closed again and she was trying to 
hide her face in her hair.

"No, don't cover yourself," I said, reaching up with one 
hand to brush her hair out of her face, "You're 
beautiful. You're so beautiful, Kirsten. I've been 
wanting to do this for so long..."

Her eyes opened and she stared at me, her face a mix of 
lust and guilt. I kept my dick moving in her pussy, doing 
all the things that mom had taught me and by the look on 
Kristen's face they were working. And she was fucking me 
back again now. Her snatch was red-hot. Her eyes were 
becoming crazed and she had begun to suck her thumb. I 
just looked up and marveled at the sight.

"You're... better..." she was saying, slamming her pussy 
down onto me. She seemed to have lost the ability to form 
sentences.

"Better what, sis?" I asked cheerfully. Truth to tell I 
don't know how *I* was able to form sentences--this 
hottie with the great body was not only riding my cock, 
she was my sister! "You better... not... really come in 
me..." she said.

"I thought you wanted me to," I said, and fucked her 
harder.

"I do... mmmmmmmmm... I do... but... we can't."

"OK," I said. I was a little bit disappointed but with my 
cock buried deep in her snatch nothing felt too bad for 
long. It was time to show her something else. Sitting up, 
I rolled her onto her back and started doing her 
missionary style. She clawed at my back as her legs rose 
up and pumped, pumped, pumped with my every thrust.

"Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... big brother... 
Ooooooooooh!"

"Never had it so good, have you, sis?" I asked.

"What? No! No! Never... so good..."

"You know why?" I continued recklessly and breathlessly.

"It's because..." she said, "You're so big."

I rewarded her for the compliment with a few quick 
faster, harder strokes.

"Oh-Ho my-high gooooood!" she was saying. Now her hands 
were on my ass, pushing me deeper and deeper inside her.

"That's not why," I said, "No. It's because..." and here 
I forced myself to stop dead in her pussy and wait for 
her to look at me. "It's because it's incest. That's what 
makes it so hot."

Her eyes were a little scared.

"God, you are such a..."

I started moving my dick in her pussy again slowly and 
she lost that train of thought.

"I... can't..."

"You know you like it, sis."

"Yes... no... but I... we can't..."

"We are. Feel my fucking cock in you, sis."

Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed again.

"Don't... stop... I've never... I think I'm gonna..."

Holy shit! My hot assed little sister was about to come 
for the first time on my fucking cock! I concentrated on 
keeping my strokes steady as I moved in and kissed her on 
the mouth for the first time. To my surprise, her tongue 
shot back into my mouth. Then I raised myself up on my 
hands and prepared to really give it to her.

"Fuck me," she was saying. "Fuck me," she was begging.

"I'll fuck you, baby," I said. My cock was shooting in 
and out of her faster than I'd ever done before. 

"Fuck me with that big, hard cock," she was saying. "I 
know you always wanted to give it to me, you nasty 
sonofabitch."

God, she was fucking filthy. I gave it to her harder.

"I know you always wanted it... didn't you, sis?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Yes, I wanted it! I always 
wanted this! Give it to me... give it to me... give me 
your cum..."

"Baby... I..."

And then I felt the walls of her pussy close around me 
and her belly start to buck against mine. Her eyes were 
rolling back in her head and I knew this was it.

"Oh my god... I... big brother... I'm... I'm COMING! Oh 
my god, you're making me come! Fuck me harder... fuck me 
harder!"

I fucked her harder, all right. I fucked her until she 
stopped thrashing around like a fish on the sand. When 
she'd calmed down she looked at me with what I can only 
describe as shock and awe in her eyes. That was all I 
needed.

"Okay," I said, "my turn now."

I sped up my thrusts until I could feel the cum churning 
in my balls, and with will power I don't know where I 
got, pulled out of my sister's pussy. Her hand was 
waiting for me and she wrapped it around my cock, jacking 
and stroking and coaxing.

"I'm gonna... sis... oh my god... I'm gonna..."

And then I was shooting cum all over her belly. She 
thrust forward as though sorry I hadn't been buried in 
her up to the hilt when I did it. I swear it felt as 
though I'd actually left my body with my cum for a few 
seconds. When I finally stopped, she kept her hand on my 
cock, gently stroking. Neither of us knew what to say. I 
looked at her.

What happened then confirmed for me my mother's perverse 
sense of humor. 

Because in a sudden, unbelievable replay of what had 
happened to mom and me in the sauna the day before, 
Kirsten and I heard the front door slam and our mother's 
voice call out,

"Kirsten? Chris? Are you home?"

"Oh, shit--"

Kirsten let go of my cock, grabbed the towel and began 
franticly trying to rub the cum off of herself with it.

"Put your trunks on," she said, "quick!"

I was too spent to move very fast. Besides, I knew even 
if Kirsten didn't, that mom not only had a good idea of 
what we'd been doing, she'd been having hot sex with her 
son for over a week now. I gave my cock an absent-minded, 
affectionate little rub.

You've been doing good, buddy, I thought.

Kirsten threw my trunks at me and was wrapping the towel 
around herself as best she could. It still made for a 
revealing fit, but I guessed she hoped it would get her 
past our mother.

"What are you doing? Put them on!" she hissed, and I 
lazily got up and pulled the trunks over my still-
sensitive, but gratefully snoozing member.

"That," I said, "was amazing."

"Shhhhhhhhh! Mom'll hear you!"

Her eyes were wide and childlike, and I realized that 
something else she and mom had in common was a not-quite 
split personality. The girl who'd pushed her pussy back 
onto my cock, saying how good I was, and came for the 
first time with me inside her only a few minutes ago, and 
this scared little girl terrified that her mother might 
have caught her having sex with her own brother, were the 
same person. I wondered how thin the line between them 
was.

"I want it to happen again, sis," I said. "Don't you?"

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"You know what I'm saying." I put my arms around her 
waist and pulled her to me. Beneath the soft towel I 
could feel her even softer body trembling. "I don't," I 
said, "want to ever stop fucking you."

She pulled away and ran into the house. I enjoyed 
watching her go. The towel came up shorter than the 
miniest miniskirt, giving me a good view of the lowest 
part of her cute little ass. 

I stretched out in one of the beach chairs and closed my 
eyes. It had been a busy morning.

"Well," I heard a voice say, "it's nice to know you take 
your mother's advice." I opened my eyes. "Hi mom," I 
said, "were you watching all the action?" I grinned at 
her.

"Just the last act, I'm afraid," she said, sitting down 
on the folding chair next to me. "I saw you giving it to 
her... I saw you making my little girl come... I saw you 
come."

"Did it excite you?" I asked.

She had the strangest look on her face. Even with all the 
changes I'd seen come over that face in the past week I'd 
never seen anything quite like it.

"I think I'd better go to my room," she said, and got up 
and started to walk.

"You're not mad, are you, mom?"

She turned back to me. "No, I'm not mad at you. It's just 
that if I sit here any longer I'm gonna want to touch 
your cock," she said in a low, unsteady voice, "and we 
can't fuck while Kirsten is here. So I think it's better 
if I go to my room and just, you know..."

I smiled even broader at her as the image of my mother's 
naked body spread out on her bed slipping her fingers in 
and out of herself, playing with her breasts, filled my 
mind. She wanted to go and masturbate. As calmly as I 
could, a lot more calmly than I felt, I said to her,

"If you do it to yourself, I won't do it to you."

"What?" she said, her mouth falling open.

"You heard me. It goes both ways. You don't want me 
jacking off when I can't be with you, I don't want you 
doing it either. And now that I've got Kirsten in on 
it..."

I saw the jealousy flash behind her eyes.

"That was a one-time thing, just to show her what she was 
missing, Christopher. You're not to do it again."

"You think I'm giving up the hottest piece of ass I've 
ever had just because you say so, you're crazy, mom."

There was hurt on her face. "Maybe I am crazy," she said. 
"I... I give myself to you. I send you to my daughter and 
let you..."

Taking a risk--if Kirsten was watching from the house I 
knew she couldn't hear us but she'd be able to see us all 
right--I rushed to my mother, took her face in my hands 
and covered it with kisses.

"Aw, mom, mom, mom," I said, "don't be that way... I love 
fucking you too. I don't want to stop," I said, kissing 
her deeply and risking a quick feel of her breast.

"Stop it," she was murmuring softly, "not now."

"Okay," I said, releasing her. "But remember what I 
said."

With that I turned and walked into the house.

The next weeks of my life were almost indescribable. If 
I'd thought the week with mom was paradise, having her 
*and* my sister as my willing partners sent me into the 
blue. Oh yes, Kirsten soon returned to my bed, after I 
surprised her in the shower the next day. 

She tried half-heartedly to fight me off, but when I got 
down on my knees to her and fingered and licked her 
pussy, soon her hands were digging into my hair as I 
sucked her clit and she was crying out for me not to 
stop, and then for god's sakes to fuck her. I stood up 
and made her follow me to her room, which she did quickly 
even though she knew Mom was gone (or thought she knew). 
Laying on her bed with my big erection pointing towards 
the ceiling, I stopped her when she tried to mount me.

"Uh-uh," I said, "You're gonna suck me."

She looked uncertain.

"What's the matter," I said, "you have sucked a cock 
before, right?"

"Y-yes," she said, and started nibbling on her thumb.

"Kirsten," I said, "I've got something much better for 
you to put in your mouth."

I took her hand and placed it on my shaft. Instinctively 
she began rubbing it up and down.

"That's good... good," I said. "Now kiss it."

She quickly bent to my penis and gave the head a quick 
kiss, like a peck on the cheek. It surged at the touch of 
her lips to its head.

"That's good," I said. "Now a little bit longer..."

She lowered her head once more and looked up at me. 
"Please tell me what to do," she said.

"Don't worry, baby," I said, "I will," and took her head 
in my hands to bring it down on my shaft. Just like me, 
she was a good learner. Soon she wanted to suck me almost 
as much as she wanted to fuck. And I got another 
comparison between mother and daughter that most men 
(whether they get into family pussy or not) will never 
have. Our mother liked to give head slowly and 
sensuously, letting her tongue move around the shaft and 
bringing me to a slow boil. 

Kirsten was like a starving woman who had to have cum or 
she would go insane, moving her head up and down as fast 
as she could. Kirsten made me come faster that way but 
when mom did it I enjoyed it more.

So this is what my life settled into. On weekends, my 
mother would "conveniently" leave Kirsten and me alone 
together and act as if she had no idea what we were 
getting up to. During the week when Kirsten was at school 
I moved into mom's room and gave her the best fuckings 
(she said) she'd had in years. 

It was tiring me out but I wouldn't have traded it even 
if I could have. Now I just had one more thing to do. If 
only there was a way to get to fuck them both together... 
then I'd really have it made. But I wasn't sure I could 
sell it to my mother, let alone my sister. Both of them 
seemed to have come to terms with our newly 
"controversial" relations, but I was afraid adding one 
another to the mix would prove too much for them.

It wasn't until we'd been living like this for almost two 
months that I got my idea. That weekend, when Kirsten 
came to my room, she was all excited, morose than usual. 

When I asked her why she said she'd started taking the 
pill and they'd taken effect. "So," she said in that shy, 
beautiful way of hers," you can come in me now... if you 
want to."

I wanted to like you couldn't believe, and I did. But 
afterwards, I began to wonder why it had taken her so 
long to go on the pill in the first place. With wrinkled 
little worry lines on her face, she told me that Bob was 
a strict

Catholic and had forbidden her to use anything but "the 
rhythm method." Nice. 

Not only wasn't this guy good in bed, he was running 
around with a loose cannon. But I was getting an idea. 
Oh, my god, if I could get... it would really solve two 
problems at once. I couldn't wait for mom to get home, 
but in the meantime, Kirsten and I found a few dozen ways 
to entertain ourselves.

I whispered my plan to my mother the very next time I was 
fucking her. She'd gotten in the habit of asking me to 
tell her just how I had fucked Kirsten that weekend, and 
often of making me do it to her in exactly the same way. 
So as I buried my cock into her up to the hilt, I told 
her what I wanted her to do.

"I can't do that!" she said, outraged. But I'd expected 
this resistance and so the next day I asked her again 
when we were soaping each other in the shower. She said 
no. I asked again as I was sliding my cock into her from 
behind the day after that. She said no, but there was a 
pause before it. The day after that... she said yes.

Mom and I were downstairs in the living room. It was the 
middle of the day but she was working on a drink, and I 
couldn't say as I blamed her. For my plan to work we were 
going to have to take the biggest risk yet, and in some 
ways none bigger than my mom. But she'd committed to it, 
and she hadn't said anything about backing out, though 
her eyes sometimes betrayed a fear and uncertainty.

Time to see if everything was going according to plan. I 
picked up the phone and held it to my ear, covering the 
mouthpiece. I could hear Kirsten on the upstairs 
extension saying "Oh, baby, you've been so good... you 
deserve a reward... when I get my hands on your ass, I'm 
gonna... ooooooooh... ahhhhhhhhh..."

"What are you doing?" I heard Bob say.

"I'm touching myself... and wishing you were here. Why 
don't you come over? My mother and brother won't be home 
for hours."

As far as she knew, that was true. And she sounded a lot 
more confident than I knew she really felt, but I guessed 
the pep talk mom gave her, encouraging her to start 
having phone sex with Bob, was paying off. And I'd 
managed to keep my cock away from her for the last couple 
of days, so I knew she really needed some relief. 

And if I hadn't known that, you could hear it in her 
voice as she pleaded, "Come on, Bob... couldn't you? Just 
for a little while. I'm all... naked... and hot, wet... 
waiting for you."

If he didn't say goodbye, hang up and be in his car 
before the receiver hit the cradle, Bob was a moron. 
Fortunately, Bob was not a moron.

"I'm coming, baby... I'm going to come to you."

"Good," I heard my sister whisper, "I'll be waiting."

They hung up and so did I, and nodded at my mother.

"Okay," she said.

"Phase two," I said.

Keeping careful to be quiet so Kirsten wouldn't know we 
were home, we waited at the window for Bob's car to 
arrive. When it did, I started heading up the stairs as 
quick as I could, not wanting Bob to see me. He didn't, 
but I heard the door open and my mother greet him.

"Oh, hello. You must be Bob. I'm Kirsten's mother. I've 
been wanting to meet you." Bob's reply was nervous and 
guilty-sounding, as I would have expected from someone 
who had arrived with nothing on his mind but getting rid 
of a load of cum and been confronted with the object of 
his desires mother.

"Oh! Hello... Mrs..."

"Call me Jennifer, dear. Please come in," mother said, 
and then I lost them as I headed down the hall to 
Kirsten's room. I knocked.

"Come in," she said, and I opened the door. There, laying 
on her side in the bed, completely nude, was my sexy 
little sister. She was startled to see me. "What are you 
doing here?" she wondered. "You've got to get out--Bob's 
coming--" "Bob's not coming until I do," I said, and 
dropped my pants to reveal my cock sticking straight out.

"Chris," she said, looking down at it uncertainly but 
with obvious excitement in her eyes, "I don't have time 
to--"

"Then you'd better not waste any more, huh sis?" I said, 
and flopped down onto the bed. Her hand went to it as if 
it were the most natural act in the world and after that 
it was a matter of seconds before she was down between my 
legs, sucking and licking and stroking and playing with 
my balls and jerking me off as she sucked it. 

I knew she'd decided to make me come as quickly as she 
could and get me out of there before Bob arrived, not 
knowing he was already downstairs being entertained by 
our mother. And under normal circumstances I'd have been 
glad to give her all the cum she wanted as quickly as I 
could. But that wasn't the plan, and I pulled her up and 
then down underneath me, spreading her knees apart.

"We can't," she said, "no--"

"Yes we can," I said, and slid my cock deep inside her. 
She was wet just from sucking me (and, I supposed, the 
anticipation of Bob's arrival, but I liked to think it 
was mostly the sucking that did it.) She made a sound 
that was half worry and half bliss. "You're so bad."

"You love it, sis," I said, and fucked her faster.

"Yes-yes-yesyesyes I do," she said, and smiled.

"Yeah, you love it--I know you love it. And why's it so 
good?" I asked, changing my "angle of attack" in her 
pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm... because you're my big brother. Because 
you're my big, big brother," she said, thrusting her hips 
upward. "Because it's INCEST!" she purred.

"So you don't want me to stop, do you?"

The look on her face told me that she had momentarily 
forgotten why she didn't want me to do it to her right 
now.

"Oh my god," she said, "Christy! We have to stop, we have 
to... uuuuh... we have to stop!"

"I don't want to stop, sis," I said, "do you?"

"We--uh! We--oh god--we... we have..."

"I could stop doing this," I said, "maybe you'd like it 
better like this."

Quick as a wink I pulled out of her, flipped her over and 
pulled her onto her hands and knees.

"You like it like this, don't you, baby?" I said, and 
began fucking her from behind.

"Chris! No... no... no... no... no..." she was saying, 
but if she knew how her face looked pressed into the bed 
she would have known why I didn't believe her.

This pussy was mine, and I knew now she couldn't have 
stopped me even if she'd really wanted to. She was 
starting to work on me, trying to coax the cum out of me, 
and only an act of supreme will power (plus the fact that 
mom and I had deliberately fucked even more than usual 
the night before to drain me dry) kept me from giving it 
to her. 

But I'd worn down her resistance--clearly she now wanted 
to come more than she

was afraid Bob would catch us like this.

"OH GOOD," she was saying.

"You ready, baby?" I asked, slamming it to her. "You 
ready to come?"

Her whole body was trembling as if little earthquakes 
were taking place inside her. I pulled her up and kissed 
her, reaching around her front to fondle her breasts. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees," she hissed. "Make me come... make me 
come, my big, sweet, hard, dirty, fucking bastard, 
fucking, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... I wanna come!"

And I could see she was well on her way. Now for the 
hardest part of my plan (for me, anyway). I pulled out of 
her.

She immediately looked lost, hurt and confused. "What... 
what... what are you doing?"

What was that? I said, and tried to look worried. "I 
thought I heard something downstairs."

"Oh my god!" Kirsten said, and jumped off the bed as 
though it had become electrified. She ran to her closet 
and hurriedly pulled on a white dress. 

Then she went to the door. "Stay here, she said, "I'll 
get rid of him," and was gone.

Now it was time to see if things really had come 
together. I put my pants back on, zipped them up, and 
followed her downstairs. The sounds I could now hear told 
me that yes, things had gone along very nicely. When I 
got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see Kirsten from 
the back, standing in the doorway from the entrance hall 
into the living room. She wasn't moving. When I got to 
the doorway and saw what she could see, I understood why.

Our mother was spread-eagled on the living room carpet, 
with Bob's cock going in-and-out of her as if his holy 
salvation depended on it. He was holding her legs even to 
his shoulders and was crying out with his eyes closed, 
moaning with long-buried pleasure and desire.

"Ooooh, Jennifer... oh god, you feel so good... I've 
never felt anything as good as this before."

I snuck a look at Kirsten's face. It was burning red, and 
she didn't look like she liked that remark at all.

"Really, darling?" mom was saying. "Not even with my 
daughter?"

He opened his eyes, but he still hadn't seen us. He 
stopped dead in my mother's cunt.

"Kirsten?" He said. "Kirsten is well--uh... different."

"How am I different, Bob?" my sister suddenly said, her 
voice filled with rage. "Just because with me it's just 
suck-fuck, and here I find you with... "

"KIRSTEN!" Distressed, Bob tried to pull out, but we'd 
prepared for that eventuality and mom grasped his ass in 
her hands and pulled him deeper inside her. Soon his need 
to keep fucking her overcame his desire to comfort 
Kirsten. I took her hand and led her to the couch. She 
followed me as if in a daze, and when we sat down she 
looked at me and said,

"Chris... what's going on?"

So I told her. I told her about mom & me, and about how 
my fucking her had been mom's idea. That made her shoot a 
look at mom, who was watching us as Bob pumped his cock 
in and out of her. She nodded at Kirsten and looked at 
her with searching eyes. 

Then she returned her attention to Bob, and I could hear 
her whispering things to him, teaching him the same way 
she'd taught me. She was going to make him into the kind 
of lover her daughter deserved--that was the first bird 
we were going to kill with this stone. Now for the 
second.

I went on, telling Kirsten how originally the plan had 
been for me to fuck her just the one time, so she'd know 
what she was missing with Bob. But that I couldn't help 
myself--once I'd fucked her, I just couldn't stop. She 
looked both stricken and flattered by this. We were 
speaking in lowered tones, so Bob--even if he had been 
thinking of anything besides my mother's sweet ass--
couldn't hear us. 

Once I'd told her everything (well, almost everything--
the fact that this was a plan I kept to myself for the 
moment), she sat there in shock, dumbly absorbing it all. 
Bob and mom were making the only sounds in the room. I 
took Kirsten's hand in mine, unzipped my pants, and 
placed it on my penis. 

As though hypnotized, she began to stroke it. Then, as if 
the reality of the situation was crashing in on her for 
the first time, she got up and tried to leave the room. I 
grabbed her hand and prevented her from going.

"No," I said," no." My voice was calm. "You're gonna suck 
it."

Resigned, she kneeled down before me and introduced my 
cock to her lips, sucking me in slowly and long. "Oh, 
sis," I said... "oh sis..."

Over her head I could see mom looking at us again and her 
face was wild. "Come in her mouth," she mouthed to me.

"I will," I told her back.

"Oh, my god!" Bob was saying. Now he'd seen us. He'd seen 
me feeding my big cock (which, if I do say so myself, put 
his to shame--though he certainly seemed to be learning 
to use what he'd got) to his girlfriend, my little 
sister, and it must have been obvious from the way she 
was giving me head that it wasn't the first time--and she 
liked it. Kirsten was sucking me hard now, losing herself 
in lust, her tongue working it's magic around the shaft.

Mom and I looked at each other and exchanged one thought.

*Now.*

I grabbed the back of Kirsten's head and started guiding 
it in the rhythm that would make me come the fastest. Mom 
did the same with Bob, pushing him deeper and deeper so 
that even if he were trying to hold back, he wouldn't be 
able to.

"That's it... that's it... that's it now... fuck me... 
yes baby... momma wants you to come... momma wants you to 
come so fucking much." That last bit was said while she 
was looking at me as Kirsten's lips worked over my dick. 
But she soon returned her focus to Bob. 

"Come in me," she pleaded. "Let that big, beautiful cock 
just explode inside me... let me have it... please..." 

Her head was thrown back and I could see Bob bearing 
down. His eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted 
with exertion. I looked down and saw that Kirsten's eyes 
were closed too, but one of her hands was up her dress 
and rubbing furiously between her legs. I threw back my 
own head and let go.

"Aaaah! Aaaaaaah! Ah, ah, ah aha AAAAAAAAAH!"

I poured cum into my sister's mouth. She sucked and 
lapped up every drop, and the hand between her legs never 
stopped moving. She hadn't come yet, and now she was 
getting frantic.

"Oh, my god! Mrs... Jennifer... I'm... I'm... I'm 
gonna... I'm COMING!" Bob was practically screaming.

"Yes, yes yes yes yes yes, my love," mom was saying. 
"Give it to me... give it all to me. I love you when you 
do that... I love you..."

Bob was twitching like he was having a cardiac arrest as 
he came and came in my mother.

Once we'd both finished, Kirsten had lifted her head from 
my lap and mom had gently eased Bob's cock out of her 
pussy, there was a long silence. Finally, mom broke it by 
saying,

"Chris... why don't you and our guest go and make us a 
drink? Kirsten and I are going to freshen up."

"Yes, mother, I said, grinning. Poor Bob looked as though 
he were in such a daze that I actually felt sorry for 
him. But he didn't object as I rose and indicated to him 
that we should leave the room, and he followed me to the 
kitchen. There, as confidently and calmly as I could, I 
explained to him the way things were in this family while 
I made the drinks. It was a lot for him to take in. He 
told me he truly loved Kirsten, and I could believe him. 
He hinted that he'd always wished Kirsten would fuck him 
the way my mom just had, but hadn't dared ask.

"She's so beautiful," he said, "and innocent."

Well, you're half right, I thought, as the image of my 
innocent little sister begging for me to come in her 
filled my brain.

I could hear the downstairs shower running. Mom must be 
cleaning herself out, washing away all Bob's cum. I was 
strangely and very perversely proud that she'd never felt 
the need to do that with mine. If Bob knew what the sound 
meant, he didn't register it. Besides, his guilt was 
really kicking in.

"I can't believe I fucked your mother," he said. "Right 
in front of you. In front of Kirsten. I can't believe... 
you fuck your sister? You fuck your own mother?"

There was outrage rising in his voice--but it wasn't the 
only thing. I started to wonder just what the women in 
his home looked like, because his cock was starting to 
move on up too. He might not want to admit it, but he was 
as turned on by the idea of a mother and sister opening 
their legs to their son and brother as I was.

The shower had stopped. I mentally timed the next few 
moments and then I said, "Listen... why don't you sit 
here a while and think it over. I'm gonna bring the 
ladies their drinks." I set off for the living room, 
hoping I'd given mom enough time.

What I saw when I got there was so beautiful and so 
exciting I almost went weak at the knees. Kirsten and mom 
were standing there, arms around each other, kissing like 
sweethearts. Mom's hands were soon rising up Kirsten's 
dress, pulling it off of her and helping her step out of 
it. Now my mother and my sister were side-by-side and 
naked before me. 

My brain went on a permanent vacation as I saw the two 
bodies that I had come in so many times, been sucked and 
fucked so many different ways, brushing and rubbing up 
against each other. Not only that, the body that I had 
come out of... the body that I had bathed with as a 
child. Standing there, all big breasts and beautiful 
round behinds and sexy cunts. It was all there for me to 
see, and it was mouth-watering.

Mom lowered Kirsten to the floor and bent her head till 
she was slipping her tongue into her pussy. A look like I 
have never seen before settled onto Kirsten's face. The 
look of absolutely pure bliss and contentment on that 
face was something I hadn't seen in almost two months of 
some pretty good fucking. 

Mom's ass was swaying invitingly as she lapped at her 
daughter's pussy like a panther at a well. My cock was 
rising between my legs and I was soon hard as a rock. 
Mother was fingering and stroking Kirsten's pussy too, 
and my sister was quite clearly putty in her hands. 

It seemed mom still had some things to teach me. I 
stepped forward and gently stroked my mom's back, letting 
the head of my cock rub against the cleft of her ass, but 
not being insistent about it. She reached back and took 
me in her warm hand, stroking and caressing my cock 
lovingly. Then, shifting her position just a little bit, 
she aimed me... and I pushed into her pussy from behind. 

I think in that instant, we all just took a moment to 
revel in it. For me, my anticipation had finally been 
rewarded--I was deep in my mother's pussy as she was 
licking her little girl's own cunt to orgasm. 

For that was what was happening now, the frustration that 
Kirsten had been living with all day since talking to Bob 
on the phone, then when I wouldn't let her come upstairs, 
seeing Bob fuck mom and sucking me off herself, now to 
have her own mother's head buried between her legs, well, 
it all got to be too much for her. Our eyes met and she 
looked deep into mine. 

"I love you," she mouthed. 

"Feels so good... so good..." she said aloud.

Mom just smiled and redoubled her efforts at lapping at 
her little girls clit. 

Me, I was just hanging on for the ride. She was hotter 
than I'd ever felt her, and as much as I knew she liked 
having my cock in her, I wasn't the only reason. No, mom 
had seen something--maybe when she saw me doing it to 
Kirsten, maybe even before that--maybe that was why she'd 
suggested it in the first place?--that she liked. That 
she wanted. In any case, when she lifted her head and 
turned around to look at me and blow me a kiss, I saw a 
look on her face of a woman who was having a dream come 
true.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it walked 
past me and I realized Bob had come into the room. His 
eyes went from Kirsten, to mom, to me and then back 
again, but he didn't say anything. Kirsten's eyes were 
closed from mother's ministrations, but when she opened 
them again and saw him, she seemed to know what to do.

"Bob... c'mere," she said.

Bob shot me a look, and I saw a man who couldn't resist 
what he was about to do, but knew he should want to, even 
if he really didn't. I gave him as reassuring a smile as 
I could, closed my eyes and buried my cock even deeper in 
my mom's hot, wet, squeezing pussy.

"Come on, Bob," Kirsten was saying. "Join us... please."

"I certainly hope you're not going to take that nice cock 
away before I have a chance to suck it, Bob darling," mom 
said, looking up from Kirsten's pussy.

Bob's eyes were going back and forth. I could see that 
his inner walls were crumbling, but part of him still 
wanted to grab his clothes and get the hell out of there. 
We didn't want that to happen, but if it did, I still had 
my contingency plan.

Sis's face was getting that "I'm gonna come" look, and 
mom's cunt was clenching at me in a very familiar way. I 
was getting close myself. Our voices rose in a chorus, 
when suddenly, with a cry of anguish and lust, Bob rushed 
over and joined us, kneeling at Kirsten's side. 

She turned and sucked him deep into her mouth. That was 
all I needed to trigger my orgasm--my cock exploded and 
starting shooting cum into my mother. Kirsten was next, 
and although she kept Bob's cock in her mouth (barely), 
her head stopped moving up and down as shudders broke 
like waves over her body.

"Mmmmmmm!" she said, and her nostrils flared. "Ooooooh 
YES!" I heard my mom's muffled voice say as her cunt 
squeezed the last drops of cum out of me and she drank 
Kirsten's cum. 

Bob exploded too. "Oh yes... oh my god... yes!" And I saw 
my baby sister's little throat swallowing the drops of 
his cum until he was left absolutely spent. Now he was 
ours. He'd never be able to tell on or blackmail us, 
because he was in on it too, and of his own free will. 

I was glad mom had had enough time to tell Kirsten what 
we needed to get him to do, and I was glad we hadn't had 
to use my contingency plan after all. That plan--to tell 
Bob mom was pregnant and that he was the father--was 
risky, anyway, but we'd figured by the time he knew she 
wasn't pregnant we could be in India.

Now, though, none of that would be necessary. We could 
stay right here. Bob could fuck mom. I could fuck mom. 
Mom could fuck Kirsten. Bob could fuck

Kirsten. Hell, he could even marry her, now that mom had 
shown him the proper way to lay a woman--and now that we 
had a way to make sure he treated Kirsten right for the 
rest of his life. And I could fuck Kirsten. And would, 
whether they were married or not. No outsiders were ever 
coming before this family.

"I still can't believe this," Bob was saying, later that 
night. I looked down at the hot-assed women lined up 
side-by-side underneath us as we slammed our cocks into 
them, me into my mother, him into Kirsten. I looked at 
the way they were kissing each other even as we did it, 
their hands reaching out to caress each other's breasts. 

"Believe it," I said.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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