Alice Has An Answer 10/10 {Redman} {inc mfF bdsm}
(c) October 2000
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Authors Note: I would be interested in any comments or 
corrections that readers might care to share with me. 
I can be reached at redman@seductive.com.

Also, this work is not intended to be read by anyone 
under 18. If you are under 18, please do not read it. 
This story is a work of fiction. Everything in it is a 
product of my own imagination and does not represent 
the way that anyone of any age should be treated or to 
represent a norm of acceptable behavior. In 
particular, I do not through this story condone sex 
among minors or sexual acts between minors and adults. 


Alice Has An Answer
Part 10


Alice and I dressed as quickly as we could in light 
clothing that was at hand, covering our nakedness.  I 
was worried about her strength.  Usually after several 
hours in restraints, Alice was exhausted.  I suppose 
the adrenaline rush of finding out that Mother had 
discovered us had energized her again.  I hoped that 
she didn't run out of gas before we were able to 
confront Mother and determine our fate.

When Alice and I stepped into the front room together, 
Mother was sitting on the sofa, glaring at me.  
Everything about her body language spoke of irritation 
and controlled rage.  Her arms were crossed tightly in 
front of her, as were her slender legs.  Her lower 
right leg was bouncing up and down agitatedly across 
her left knee as though she could hardly wait to kick 
me with it.

Even feeling her anger directed at me, I was struck by 
how beautiful she was.  Since I had come to understand 
more about women, I had recognized that my mother was 
a treasure that the world had not yet uncovered.  Her 
startling beauty was just beneath the surface, as 
though I were the only one that could see it.

She was dressed in a plain blouse and skirt.  In the 
dim light of the front room the burgundy fabric of the 
blouse looked darker, the black skirt, more velvety.  
Her dark hose and black shoes accentuated her well-
formed legs.  Even through her resentment, she stirred 
me.

"How could you do this to your own sister, Johnny?" 
she asked harshly, her words coming clipped and 
bitter.  She didn't want to even look at me, but her 
fury kept drawing her eyes back.  "How could you do 
this to our family?"

She was right of course.  How could I do this?  I was 
supposed to be in charge when Momma wasn't here.  I 
was supposed to be the man of the family.

Alice began to cry beside me.  "It isn't Johnny's 
fault, Momma!  It isn't," she wailed pitifully.  

But Mother's anger wasn't directed at Alice.  Alice 
was the innocent one, the victim here.  Only I knew 
that she had been a willing victim, only I knew Alice 
had ran ahead of me all along our path.

But that was no excuse!  I was the older brother.  I 
was the one to blame.  Mother knew it and so did I.  

"Come here, baby!  I'm not mad at you, Alice," and 
Alice ran to her.  As Mother cradled her and tried to 
comfort her, I stood alone to face the brunt of her 
resentment.  She was beautiful in her fury, protecting 
her young child.

"How dare you betray my trust for the sake of your 
sick, twisted desires.  Your sister is not a toy to be 
played with.  What kind of brother are you to touch 
her like that?  Answer me, Johnny?"

There wasn't any answer.  She was right.  Even Alice 
had quit crying and was looking up at me feverishly.  
In her anguish, Alice misspoke.

"Momma's ripe, Johnny!"

"I know she's right, Alice.  Of course you're right, 
Mother."

"No, Johnny," Alice spoke insistently, "Momma's ripe! 
Come smell her!"

Alice's words were as powerful to me as when I had 
said them to her.  They compelled me to step forward.  
As I did, it was as though I stepped into a completely 
different room.  This new room reeked of the smell of 
a woman's musk.  I looked at Mother and I saw a woman 
who undoubtedly was mad but who also was undoubtedly 
aroused.  I had learned to read the signs.  It was my 
favorite study.

Mother's hands couldn't hold still, they flitted from 
her hair to her lap and every time they did, she 
brushed her arms across her breast.  Even through her 
blouse, I could see her nipples, swollen and erect.  
Her throat was flushed, as though caught in a 
permanent state of blushing, just as it was that night 
long ago when she had come out of the bathtub.  The 
night that Alice had caught her masturbating.  

Mother had seen us and not only had it angered her, it 
had excited her.  She had heard Alice describe what 
she would have liked me to do and Mother didn't stop 
us.  Alice had fantasized aloud how I should fuck my 
own mother and Mother didn't stop us.  She had said 
that Mother needed it.  Maybe Alice was right.  She 
did smell very ripe indeed!

"You may be right, Alice," I whispered softly, 
collecting my raging thoughts, controlling myself for 
what needed to be done.

Alice scurried off Mother's lap and stood behind me.  
Her eagerness to help gave me more confidence than I 
had before.  Alice had been right about everything so 
far.  Could she be right about this too?

Mother's eyes began to show a little concern, a hint 
of fear. "I know you're angry with me Mother, but is 
there anything else you feel you'd like to tell us 
about?"

"I don't know what you mean young man, but I don't 
like your tone of voice.  Alice, come back over here."

"Mother, you seem a little agitated.  A little 
flushed."

"Of course, I'm agitated.  I just saw you molesting 
your sister."

"But she wanted it so bad, Mother.  Haven't you ever 
wanted it that bad before?"

"Don't talk to me like that, Johnny.  I'm your Mother 
and you can't speak to me like that."

But her protests came out less forceful, more 
submissive.  Her voice lost its strident edge and I 
could see that Mother was beginning to doubt her own 
anger in the face of her arousal.  Perhaps her own 
sense of guilt was playing on her mind.

"You watched us, Mother.  We took our time and you 
were there for a while.  If I was hurting Alice, why 
didn't you stop me?"

"Stop it, Johnny.  You're in enough trouble," Mother 
whispered pitifully.

"What were you thinking when you saw Alice tied up? 
What were you thinking when she came so hard?"

I saw a shiver run through Mother.  Not even she could 
forget the power of Alice's response.

It was time to bring Alice into this new game.  "Tell 
Mother what it felt like, Alice."

"God Momma, I came so hard I felt like I was going to 
explode.  Johnny knows just how to touch me.  His 
fingers and his dick feel so . . ."

"Shut up, Alice.  That's filthy coming from a little 
girl," Mother wailed.

"I've cum two and three times a day this week.  When 
was the last time you came that hard, Mother?" Alice 
asked somewhat haughtily.

"I've never had an orgasm like that in my life, Alice, 
and neither should you," Mother cried.

"I want to cum like that every day of my life, Mother, 
and so should you."

Mother rose from the sofa, stepping forward with a 
fluid motion attempting to slap Alice.  The speed of 
her movements any other time would have prevented me 
stopping her, but I had been ready, expecting Mother 
to flee.  I was easily able to step forward and catch 
her arm before she brought it forward.

At fourteen I was big for my age.  Mother was a petite 
woman.  Even so, I think if she had struggled with all 
of her might I would have had a problem.  But her 
struggling had a strange quality, as though half of 
her was fighting against me and half wanted to 
surrender.  I could think of only one way to be sure.

I picked Mother gently off her feet from behind and 
threw her easily onto the cushions of the couch.  She 
landed on her stomach and I crawled on top of her, 
forcing my knees between her legs.  She started to 
rise up and I told Alice to come and grab her arms.  
Between the two of us, we stretched Mother out and I 
leaned on her until she quit struggling as 
frantically.

I had been holding Mother around her waist.  As her 
struggling slowed, I raised my left hand and cupped 
her breast through her clothing.  She gasped and tried 
to fight again, but every movement seemed to work 
against her.  I put my mouth next to her ear and began 
to talk to her, all the while caressing her breast.

"Maybe Alice was right, Mother.  Maybe you need a good 
cum.  Maybe you need a man.  How long has it been?"

"Get off me!  Get off me, Johnny!" Mother groaned, but 
something in the groans made me think her mind was 
centered on my hand at her breast.

"How long has it been since someone made love to you, 
Mother.  You deserve it.  Don't you want to relax and 
let me play with you?"

Mother was quivering beneath me.  She was hardly 
struggling anymore and even those efforts seemed a 
token resistance.  The room was thick with female musk 
but I could no longer tell if it was Mother or Alice.  
Alice's eyes had that bright, feral look of intense 
excitement.

I jerked Mother's skirt up to her waist, exposing her 
wiggling ass.  She had on panty hose, but luckily 
there was a run along the seat of them, exposing 
pretty white panties with small purple flowers through 
the tear of their dark fabric.  I had to abandon her 
breast, but with two hands I was able to shred the 
hose, widening the run until the rest of them became 
inconsequential.

While she lay stunned, I pulled off the soft running 
pants I had thrown on before.  My prick was hard and 
throbbing.  I know Mother could feel it as I pressed 
it against her pantied bottom, pushing her further 
into the soft cushions with my weight.

I reached beneath her with two hands but realized it 
would be impossible to unbutton her. I began popping 
buttons as my hands slowly pulled her blouse apart.  
With each button she gasped and with each gasp I 
thrust my cock onto her ass.  Finally her blouse was 
open and my hands dove underneath her bra and began to 
maul her wonderful, soft breast.

There was no resistance at all now.  Mother 
transformed into a trembling mass of sensation.  No 
one had touched her in so long that now my touches 
overwhelmed her.  I looked into Alice's eyes and 
signaled her to touch our mother with me.  We began to 
kiss her and stroke her.  Her eyes rolled back in her 
head as she experienced the new sensation of four 
loving hands caressing her body, four loving lips, 
licking and sucking.

We stripped Mother's clothes from her back, then 
rolled her over and finished the job from the front.  
When the couch proved too confining, we dragged her 
limp, naked body onto the floor so that there was no 
part of her we couldn't reach.

While Alice kissed her face and breasts, I crawled 
between Mother's legs and ate her hungrily.  I used 
every trick that Alice's body had taught me.  I sucked 
her clitoris.  I nibbled her labia.  I lavished her 
from top to bottom with every kiss and caress my lips 
and tongue had learned.  Mother climbed through one 
orgasm and I lead her toward another before Alice 
stopped me.

With flashing eyes, Alice urged me to the fulfillment 
of both our fantasies.  With her hands under my arms, 
Alice pulled me forward until Mother lay beneath me.  
I looked at the two women that I loved most in the 
world.  I floated -- floated on their arms and in 
their eyes -- floated on the pool of my Mother's 
mysterious sex.  With one fatal thrust I rooted myself 
into the place of my birth.  I died in my Mother's 
cunt.  She breathed life back into me with her kisses.

I looked down into Mother's eyes and she was crying. 
At first I thought I had hurt her; I thought I had 
misjudged everything. But then she laughed and wiped 
her tears and I could see the joy in her eyes. I began 
to move into her. I had no experience at this, but 
Mother's body seemed made to fit my own, her hips 
seemed to move with mine to pull me deeper into her.

And what a joy it was to be in her! She was my first; 
my first beautiful, lovely woman impaled on my cock. 
No matter how many other women I would have for the 
rest of my life, I would always remember this moment; 
the moment that I lost my virginity to my own Mother.

"Tell me how it feels, Momma," Alice pleaded alongside 
us. Her lips were brushing Mother ear and her hands 
were making circles around Mother's turgid breast.

"It's wonderful, Alice. You were right, honey. I 
needed this so bad."

"We've waited so long for you to join us, Momma. 
Johnny can fuck you every night when you get home. 
We'll both take care of him from now on. You'll see, 
you'll never be lonely again."

I could see Alice's words start to excite Mother, 
start to arouse her even more than my own movements. 
It was always that way between Alice and I. As much as 
anything else, it was the words that turned us on. 
Even now Alice was whispering in Mother's ear, telling 
her how we would love her every morning and be waiting 
for her to come home every evening. She told Mother 
how every night she would bath her and that we both 
loved her more than ever.

Mother's hips began to thrust up toward me more 
forcefully. She was biting her lower lip and her 
nipples felt like metal studs that bruised my chest 
every time I thrust down on her. Her tight cunt milked 
me and her ass rose to slap against my balls every 
time we collided together.

"Johnny is gonna cum in you, Momma," Alice was 
moaning. "I can see it in his eyes. When he cums, his 
dick pulses and vibrates in my mouth. I bet you'll 
feel it inside you when he cums. I bet you'll feel him 
squirt his hot cum in you Momma! Tell me when you feel 
it. Tell me, so I can feel it too."

Mother grabbed Alice's hand like it was a lifeline and 
she threw her pelvis up at me one last time, hard and 
fierce. My hand on her hip felt it first, the 
tightening of the muscles, the slight change in angle. 
Her face became contorted, her eyes squeezed together. 
A deep guttural groan swelled up through her.

I felt her grip my cock and a hot, wetness bathed me. 
Mother was cumming as I fucked into her! She was 
cumming on my cock and her grasping, gripping cunt 
triggered my first, glorious orgasm inside of a woman. 
It felt like a great, massive spike was driven through 
us both, nailing us to the floor, nailing us together. 

Afterward, they were both exhausted, overcome by the 
emotions of our first time together.  I picked their 
limp bodies up one at a time and brought them to 
Mother's bed.  For the moment, I had an inexhaustible 
strength.  I lay between these two naked, sleeping 
girls that I loved.  I was brother, son and lover.  
Somehow there had to be a way to balance all of these 
together.  Together, we would find a way.