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 Title: Sibling Revival-ry Ch.  04


Summary: Mom's game gets busted...as does her ass.


Keywords: inc,fic



   I stood in the hallway, listening to...  whatever was happening on the
other side of the closed door.  My imagination was running wild, but it was
pretty clear there was some hot, lesbian activity going on in there, and
that the action was between my Mother and my sister.

   I listened carefully for another few minutes, trying to decide my next
move.  Dialogue had ceased, replaced by a stream of blissful moans and
groans.  I reached for the doorknob, turning very gently, but it stopped.
They had locked it, as I did each time Mom and I went in there.

   Pounding on the door would probably just get me in more trouble.  I had
to think this through, so I retreated down the hall, and down the stairs,
again bypassing the squeaky one.  Once I was safely in the basement, I
slumped on the couch, and turned on the TV.  Many questions raced about
wildly in my head.

   How long had my Mother been feasting on my sister's luscious pussy?  I
had to assume that this was Natalie's 'special punishment' as well.  Was
Natalie doing Mom, too?  Probably.  I'd like to see that.

   I was still watching TV when Natalie found me in the basement, over an
hour later.  I feigned ignorance, claiming not to know anyone was home, and
that I'd only been home for a few minutes.  It appeared that she believed
me, but she probably wanted to.  The last thing she needed was to get
caught.  Again.

   ***

   I walked into Natalie's room, finding her reading, as always.  I briefly
pictured her pretty face, wet with Mom's juices, peering out from between
her thighs.  I closed the door, which, under the terms of our
incarceration, was verboten, except for sleeping.

   "Are you crazy?" she asked, immediately rolling out of bed and walking
over, planning to open it again.  "I'd like to be ungrounded before I reach
retirement age!"

   I stopped her before she could open it, and pinned her to the wall,
cupping her big breast with one hand, and leaning down to kiss her.  I had
really missed her...  those kissable lips, and of course, her sumptuous
body.  I hoped she had missed me, too.  She resisted slightly, but only
until my lips found their target, at which point she became a passionately
enthusiastic participant, plunging her tongue into my mouth repeatedly. 
Apparently, my absence had been felt as well.

   "Mom will have a fit," she whispered when she came up for air.  She
pushed me away, and opened the door, peeking out to find no one. 
"Seriously, she'll have a cow if she catches us again.

   "No she won't.  I think a solution has presented itself," I replied.

   "Oh really?" she said sarcastically.  "Been working on a time machine
while I wasn't looking?  That's the only way out I can see."

   "No," I laughed, "no time machine...  but, I know where you were at 3:15
this afternoon."

   She suddenly seemed nervous.  I started to move toward the door, pausing
just before I left to whisper a final comment to her.

   "Yes!  Suck my clit...  Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Mom!" I repeated, trying
to sound like her.

   I never made it to the hallway.  Natalie grabbed me, pulling me back in,
and closing the door quietly.

   "Okay, I'm listening," she whispered.  "What's your plan."

   "Before I tell you...How long have you been, um, 'with' Mom?" I asked,
more out of curiosity than anything else.

   Natalie looked more than slightly embarrassed, and averted her eyes
before answering.  "Two weeks," she replied.

   "Really?" I asked.  One week less than my special punishment had been
running.  I guess I'd been the pilot program.  "Are you having fun?" I know
it's cruel playing with her this way, but I couldn't help myself.

   She blushed, and I let her twist in the wind for a while, but she didn't
seem willing to answer, so I prodded a bit more.

   "You are!  Why, Natalie...  you little, closet lesbian, you!" I laughed.
"Is Mom really that good?" I asked, knowing full well that she was.

   "Okay, that's enough," she whispered, "are you going to tell me what you
have in mind, or not?  Mom could show up any second, and you're fucking
with me!"

   "No, that's what got us in trouble in the first place," I replied,
smiling at her poor choice of words.  "It might be worth a life in prison
for one more night with you, though."

   She smiled back, and looked at me lovingly.

   "Thank you," she breathed.  "Now, get out of here.  We'll talk more
later."

   Natalie opened the door quietly, and shooed me out.

   ***

   I did a lot of thinking that night.  I had five days until I had to meet
Mom again, and needed to work through all the permutations of this
situation.  I had the advantage that I knew about Mom's dual hypocrisy,
punishing each of us for incest by performing more incest with her, but she
didn't know that I knew about her time with Natalie.

   I ran through the apparent facts.

   Okay, so Mom had freaked out when she caught us fucking.  I guess that's
normal, when a mother sees her son's cock stuffed in her daughter's pussy.
Mom had always been the disciplinarian, so the fact that she hadn't
involved Dad wasn't strange, but it indicated that she was the dominant
personality of the two, a conclusion confirmed by Mom's admission to me
that she was the aggressor in bed with him.  She had the power, and had our
futures in the palm of her hand.

   Then, out of nowhere, and in secret of course, she approaches me,
proposing our current situation.  She gives up control to one of the people
she had total control over, surrendering herself for my use as a sexual
plaything, and obviously enjoying it immensely.

   By joining us in our illicit activities, she showed how kinky she was,
but by keeping us apart, she still flexed her muscle.  It seemed like she
liked to do the opposite of what was expected.  By dominating Dad, instead
of letting him lead, no sexist comment intended, she differed from the
norm. Fucking her own son, and eating her daughter's pussy...  certainly
defying social convention, and by giving up control to me, she abdicated
her role, at least temporarily, as parent.

   Maybe that was the whole point.  Submitting to me, half her age, one
person who was expected to obey her commands, and forbidden fruit under the
tenants of society...  was the ultimate flip side.

   Of course, I didn't want to do anything that would end up hurting Mom. I
would never go public with any of the information I had, regardless of the
situation.  I loved my Mother, and that had nothing to do my getting to
make love with my Mother.  All I wanted was my freedom back.

   ***

   "So, Rick...  what are you planning to do with this information?"
Natalie whispered as she came in and sat on my desk chair.  She had done a
scan of the hallway before she came in, and made sure Mom was downstairs
and occupied.  "Blackmail?"

   "Well, yeah, in a way.  At the very least," I replied quietly, "I think
our punishment is over.  No more grounding.  But I think we can do much
better than merely regaining our freedom."

   Natalie sighed.  "Too bad.  I was kind of enjoying my time with Mom.  No
one can lick a girl's pussy like another woman, not even you, baby brother.
I'll miss her."

   I debated whether or not to tell her that I also was enjoying my time in
Mom's bedroom, for largely the same reasons.  No, I'll keep that to myself
for now.  Besides, just because we would be free didn't mean we had to stop
sampling Mom's charms.  Perhaps we could do it together.

   "Nats...  How would you like to have Mom as your sexual slave?  You
could tell her what to do, and when to do it."

   "Well," she giggled, "you may find this hard to believe, but that's sort
of what I'm doing with her now.  When we're together in there...  "

   Natalie stood up and moved silently to the door, holding her hand up to
quiet me.  She peeked out and listened carefully.  Satisfied, she returned,
this time sitting beside me on the bed.  She continued her thoughts.

   "When Mom and I are in the bedroom, I'm in control," she whispered. 
"Kinky, huh?"

   Actually, it's pretty normal, now, I thought.  So Mom is running the
same scam on both of us.  Perfect.  We definitely have her now.

   I was just about to say something when she bolted out the door, checking
on Mom again.  Her head peeked around the corner.

   "Later," she whispered, and disappeared.

   ***

   Later indeed.  That weekend, we managed to formulate a plan.  I'd fill
you in, but that would spoil the surprise.  All I can tell you is that
Natalie would make sure the door was unlocked on Wednesday, and I would
catch them, in flagrante delicto, sapphic style.

   Of course, all of that would take place after I spent my usual Tuesday
afternoon session in my Mother's bedroom.  I hadn't yet sampled her ass. 
Maybe this week would be the first time.

   ***

   "Hi Larissa," I said happily as I entered her bedroom, just before 1pm
Tuesday afternoon.  "What would you like to do today?"

   Mom was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, knees close together,
hands folded neatly in her lap.  She was dressed in her usual conservative
fashion ; brown, knee length skirt and crisp white blouse, buttoned up
fully, save for the top button.

   "I only wish to please you, my darling.  I exist for your pleasure," she
said softly.

   That's right, Mom, and since this might be our last time together, we're
going to make the most of it.  I'd snagged one of Dad's little blue friends
from their medicine cabinet earlier, and I was planning to fuck her until
she couldn't stand up, using every bit of the four hours we had for fun.

   "Very good.  Did you do as I asked Larissa?  Have you dressed in your
naughtiest underwear?  Are you a slut under your suburban housewife
clothes? "

   "Yes, darling.  Would you like to see?" she asked, still sitting in
place.

   "Absolutely.  Please strip for me," I said sitting on the corner of the
bed.

   Mom stood, reaching behind her head to free her long wavy hair from its
restraining ponytail.  As she did, I saw the district points of two, very
erect nipples poking at the white cotton of her blouse.  She shook her hair
loose, and subtly dispatched another few buttons on her top, which
displayed the deep crease of cleavage between her delicious breasts as she
stepped over in front, and turned to face me.

   "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked quietly, leaning forward.  Her big
tits hung in the open neckline of her top.  "Am I sexy enough for you?" She
slid closer, until her breasts were inches from my face, with her fragrant
curls dangling like a blonde curtain around my head.  I rubbed my face into
the smooth, firm curves of her boobs, moaning as I delighted in the feel of
their resilient fullness.

   "Mmmm, yes, Larissa.  I think you're very pretty, and soooooooooo sexy.
What have you got on under there?" I asked.

   "I'll show you," she whispered, "unless you want to do it yourself?"

   Actually, that sounded like a great idea.  While I had ripped her
clothes off on our first 'date', I'd let her get naked at my command since.
There was something to be said for feeling her body through her clothes,
and revealing every inch myself.

   My hands moved up to hold her breasts, so big, round and heavy,
definitely a handful each.  Her stiff nipples pressed into my palms, like
not-so-little pebbles.  Mom's hands rested on my shoulders, and she groaned
while I fondled and nuzzled her chest.  There was something in the way,
under just the lower portion of each globe, and my curiosity led me to undo
another button, then another, and another, until her blouse was wide open.
Shiny, smooth, white satin covered her midsection, except up the front,
where it was laced together with satiny ties.  The bustier had very brief,
quarter cups, which her melons spilled out of enticingly.  I whistled.

   "Very nice, Larissa.  Very nice indeed.  Part of a set?" I asked, and
ran one hand down over her ass, feeling the bumps of her garters, then the
smooth silky texture of her nylon clad legs.  "It is!"

   I grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading the firm flesh, and she
moaned again.  I put my hands on her hips, and turned her around, reaching
up under her skirt with one hand while the other one unbuttoned and
unzipped it.  The hand under her skirt felt the blazing heat of her oozing
pussy, peeking out through her crotchless panties.  Her skirt fell freely
down her thighs, and she stepped clear of it.

   Okay, I hope you've been paying attention so far, but if not, let me
just reiterate ; my Mother is fucking gorgeous.  About 5'6", athletic, but
with pleasantly feminine curves, and my personal favourite, big, full 36F
tits.  Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slutty sexual appetite that was as
surprising as her underwear.  She stepped back, draped the open blouse off
her shoulders, and gave me a view of the whole package.  It was quite a
view.

   She had six inch stilettos on her sexy feet, and I hadn't noticed them
until her skirt had fallen around them.  The nylons, white, to match the
bustier, made her legs look longer, and leaner.  Crotchless panties, hardly
worth the effort, let her thick pouty pussy lips dangle open between her
thighs.  Her clit stood, huge and pink, begging for attention.  The satin
of the bustier cinched her waist tightly, enhancing the hourglass shape of
her figure, and making her tits look even bigger.  She was sex incarnate,
and obviously feeling the effects.  She shifted from one foot to the other,
fidgeting with lust, rubbing her thighs together.

   "Horny, Larissa?" I teased.  She wasn't the only one.  I was rock hard.

   "Yes dear," she hissed.  "So very horny.  Please, let me please you."

   "In a minute, Mom," I answered, standing and walking over to her bedside
cabinet.  I opened the bottom drawer, and lifted aside some scarves, coming
out with two sets of handcuffs.  They were cushioned with pink foam and
feathers.  I'd found them the day Natalie and I had explored this room, and
each other, when my parents were away.

   "Yours?" I asked as I turned back.  She looked down, and nodded,
embarrassed.  I walked around behind her, removed her blouse, and patted
her ass playfully.  "Hands, please," I said, and she obeyed, putting both
wrists in range while I snapped the restraints in place.  I tossed the
second set on the bed.  "On your knees," I instructed, helping her down.  I
unzipped my pants, dropped them, and kicked them off, then did the same
with my underwear, which was incapable of dealing with the bulge of hard
meat within.  Only then did I step back in front of her.

   I watched her eyes, locked hungrily on my erection.  She saw the pre-cum
oozing from the head, and licked her lips unconsciously.  As I continued
around in front of her, her eyes never left my dick .

   "Would you like to suck my cock, Mom?" I asked, moving around behind her
again.

   "Oh fuck yes!" she groaned.  "I mean, if that's what you want me to do."


   I stepped closer, rubbing my hard tool against the side of her neck. 
She was shivering with need.

   "It's okay to ask for what you want, Larissa.  I'll ask you again...do
you want to suck my cock?" I repeated, enjoying the feel of her silky hair
against my sensitive skin.  "Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth, and
cum down your throat?"

   "Yes!" she gasped, her voice a smokey rasp.  "Please...  Let me suck
your big, hard cock!  Please fuck my mouth, and use me!  Cum in my mouth!"

   "Later," I said.  I was still behind her, and pushed her forward,
bending her over the edge of the bed.  Her beautiful, sexy rump jutted out.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was powerless to stop me, as I
knelt behind her and pressed my cock head into her juicy snatch.  A long
moan escaped her as I slid into her, all the way, in one long, slow thrust.
I had a choice of handles ; her hands, or her hair.  I chose her hair,
grabbing a handful and tugging, pulling her head back as I started to fuck
her.  She grunted with each stroke.  I had no interest in being gentle,
right now, pounding her hard from behind.

   "Oh my god, fuck me!" she moaned, barely audible over the slapping of
our bodies smashing together.  My cock felt harder than it had ever been,
and I expected that it would stay that way, with the pharmaceutical
assistance, so I wasn't going to hold back.  I did have a plan, though.

   "Does my cock feel good in your cunt, Mom?" I whispered, bending closer
to her ear.  "Are you going to cum?"

   "Oh yes!  So good!  So fucking good!" she groaned, absorbing my furious
thrusts.  "Gonna cum!  Gonna cum!"

   Not now you're not, I thought, pulling out of her pussy abruptly.  I
stood, and pulled her back up onto her knees, taking a place in front of
her.  She whimpered at the sudden departure of my thick probe from her
aching hole, pouting like a disappointed child.  My cock was slick with her
succulent juices, and left a trail of it smeared across her cheeks as I
rubbed my rod on her face.  Her mouth opened and engulfed my hard dick
eagerly, with a moan of delight.

   I put one hand on top of her head, and thrust into her mouth with a
relatively gentle rhythm.  Since her hands were still behind her back, she
was at my mercy, and wasn't even able to touch herself.  As such, I wasn't
sure if the moans she was emitting were those denoting pleasure, or those
of utter frustration.  I fucked her face for a few minutes until I felt a
tingle in my balls.  Time to move on.

   I stepped back, pulling my dick out of her mouth with a slurping 'pop'.
Mom groaned, and tried to follow, nearly falling over in the process. 
Saliva dripped from her chin onto her prominent breasts, which was perfect
for the next part of my plan.  I walked around behind her, and helped her
up to her feet, turning her to sit on the bed.

   Now I knelt in front of her, and began to slowly unlace the front of her
bustier, completely baring her massive boobs.  Once fully exposed, I leaned
in and nibbled on her tits lovingly, and this time, there was no doubt she
was enjoying it.  But, it wasn't enough to get her off, and her breathing
took on a sense of desperation.

   I uncuffed one hand, and helped her flat on her back before I cuffed her
again, this time with her arms above her head, attached to the headboard.
She struggled weakly, but resigned herself to her fate, even smiling
slightly when I straddled her body and rested my hard cock on her breasts.

   My Mother had a chest that was perfect for a nice relaxing tit-fuck. 
Those big F-cup beauties were so soft, yet firm and resilient, and they
made a perfect receptacle for my hard dick.  We hadn't done this yet
either, but that was about to change.  With her arms stretched up over her
head, her boobs were pulled up higher on her chest, looking very, very
fuckable.

   "Are you going to fuck Mommy's big tits?" she asked, shaking them at me.
"I can't wait to see and feel your big, hard cock between my tits."

   She wasn't the only one eager to experience the meeting of my hard flesh
and her soft globes, as I'd been looking forward to it for quite some time.
I just usually ran out of gas, or time, before we got around to it, but
today, that wouldn't be an issue.

   I placed one hand on each of her firm melons, and pressed them together
around my hard cock.  Her cleavage held my erection in a heavenly embrace,
from base to tip, surrounding it with soft warmth.  I rocked my hips
forward, and the tip of my dick peeked out of the top of the crease,
attracting Mom's attention.  Her eyes were glued to the spot where it would
appear and recede in time with my movements.  A lascivious smile broke out
on her face, and she moaned happily.

   "Does my baby boy like fucking Mommy's tits?" she asked, in a voice that
left no doubt about her feelings on the matter.

   "Mmmm hmmm," I moaned, picking up the pace slightly.  We'd been at it
for nearly an hour already, and I was ready to unleash a big load, any
second now.  I kept thrusting into the warm grip of Mom's boob sandwich,
until it was on me, and I felt the surge racing up my dick.  I tilted my
head back and growled in elation, as blast after blissful blast of hot cum
erupted, landing...  somewhere.  I heard a sputtering giggle from below,
and looked down to see another geyser of white goo streaming out of Mom's
cleavage.  It landed with a wet 'plop' across her face.  I released her
tits, grabbed my cock, and pumped the remainder of my wad onto her pretty
visage, leaving her well glazed.

   "Oh fuck!" she groaned, "I love being cum on!" She twisted her body
against her restraints, rubbing her thighs together again, desperate to
trigger her own orgasm, but unable to obtain the necessary friction on her
sensitive clitoris.  Her tongue reached out as far as she could, licking a
clean circle around her mouth, but her moans of delight turned to
aggravation when she couldn't reach any more.  "Shit!  Please, untie me!  I
want more!"

   Untying her wasn't part of the program, so I took pity on her, using my
still hard dick to push the gooey icing into her gasping mouth.  She seemed
to enjoy the feel of my cock rubbing all over her face, neck and breasts,
making repeated trips back to her mouth for a sucking clean, before
retrieving more of my sticky discharge from somewhere else on her body.

   With her mostly clean, I dismounted and ran quickly to the bathroom. 
When I came back with a warm washcloth and towel, Larissa was squirming in
agony atop the bed.  Her breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing.

   "I'm going out of my mind!" she hissed.  "I'm begging you, please let me
cum!  Please!"

   I wiped her face and chest, while she moaned at my touch.  Tossing the
cloth and towel aside, I stared into her eyes as I spread her legs, and
positioned myself to enter her again.  She smiled.

   "Oh yes, that's it, baby.  Stick that big fucking cock back in me, and
give it to me good!"

   Well, if that's what you want me to do, then I will...but not now.  I
continued further down her body, taking a place between her outstretched
thighs, with my face just inches from her dripping wet, pouting pussy.  Now
she squirmed again, writhing in urgent need, and trying to make contact
with my teasing tongue.  I stayed just out of range, and she whimpered
softly.

   "No...no more teasing, please!  I need to cum!  Lick me, fuck me...  I
don't care, just please, get me off, before I go mad!"

   I took pity on her, and licked her...all around her puffy, swollen cunt,
but avoiding her prominent clit.  She moaned loudly, her breath ragged and
desperate.  She was so wet, her scent filled the room, as tiny streams of
her juices trickled out of her gaping hole.  Finally, her needs and mine
met, because there was no way I could keep from burying my face in her
delicious snatch for one more second.

   I pointed my tongue, and speared her pretty pussy, swirling my taster
around inside before finishing with a flourish around her clit.  She
gasped, and groaned in satisfaction at finally getting what she wanted, if
in a limited quantity.  When I continued to graze on her intimate
landscape, her sounds became a dialogue of lusty requests.

   "Mmmm, yes baby...that's my good boy, licking Mommy's pussy so nicely.
Mmmm hmmm, oh yeah...mmmmm...ooooooo, right there, baby!  Suck my clit,
sweetie!  Yes!  Oh fuck, yes!  Suck my clit and make Mommy cum!  I need to
cum so bad!" Her body was twisting desperately, and she was panting
sharply, indicating her state of critical urgency.  I had my lips and
tongue working her large, sensitive button feverishly, giving her what she
wanted.

   "Ooooooo yes, oh baby, yes...suck my clit!...Suck my fucking clit so
hard!...Oh god, I'm gonna cum!...gonna cum...  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  DON'T STOP!
NOOOOO!" she screeched as I lifted my face away from her pussy, leaving her
hanging on the precipice.  She glared up at me with a look that somehow
combined pleading, need, and a touch of anger...until she saw my rock hard
cock, and understood what was next.

   Her pussy was a swollen, drenched swamp of juices, and accepted the
intrusion of my dick without resistance, enveloping my shaft in a warm
embrace.  I reached bottom in one smooth thrust, and her legs lifted,
wrapping tightly around my waist.  Seconds later, her arms joined in, as
she freed her hands from the cuffs, using the release button on the side.
She could have done so at any time, but wanted to stay restrained, which is
the whole point, isn't it?

   Now that she had my cock buried deep inside her, she wasn't taking any
chances that I'd tease her any longer.  When she spoke this time, it wasn't
a request from her submissive side, nor a pleading whisper of quiet
desperation.  No, her words were a demand, an indication she'd had enough
games, whether of her own design or not.

   "FUCK ME NOW!" she grunted sternly through clenched teeth.  "FUCK YOUR
MOTHER NOW!"

   "Yes Ma'am!" I giggled, and started to pump my hips, driving into her
firmly.

   "Oh god, that's better..." she hissed, and buried her face in my
shoulder.  She became silent, save for the short gasps that matched my deep
thrusts into her body.  She may have been mute, but her body was screaming,
shaking in my arms.  I knew she was teetering on the edge.

   I gave her a few particularly savage strokes, then held fast, grinding
into her, and crushing her clit between us.  Her head came up from its
bowed position, and she stared into my eyes.  Her own beautiful, blue orbs
opened wider, and her mouth hung slack, as her body was hit by the first
spasm of pleasure.

   It never ceased to amaze me, just how strong a soft, delicate woman
could be when her orgasm hit her.  Natalie was a whirling dervish when she
came, and Mom had been quite physical as well when she climaxed.  But I had
been keeping her on the brink for hours today, intentionally denying her
the release she needed, so I had no idea what was about to happen under me
now.

   Mom's eyes scrunched shut, and her head flew back, as she arched her
back, literally lifting us both off the bed.  The silence was shattered
with a blood curdling scream of joy, and she hooked her heels into the
small of my back, pulling me deeper into her pussy, which was clutching at
my cock over and over.  She screamed again, and again, and again, her hands
scrabbling across my shoulders, and raking my back with her talons.  I held
on for dear life as she thrashed under me, twisting, writhing and squirming
through the mother of all orgasms.

   When she was done, she was flushed bright pink.  Beads of sweat adorned
her brow, and she was panting like she'd just run a mile in three minutes.
Her body melted, and when her eyes opened, they seemed to be having trouble
pointing in the same direction.

   "Ooooooo fuuuuck," she whispered, as she got her breathing under some
semblance of control.  "Un-fucking-believable."

   I smiled, but she couldn't see it, as her eyes were closed.  When I
moved my dick back and forth a few times, she gasped, and groaned in agony.


   "God no!  Too sensitive!  Please stay still, for a minute."

   "You're a hard woman to please," I laughed.  "Make up your mind."

   She laughed, and caressed my side.  "Pretty pleased right now," she
said, "any more might be fatal."

   I leaned down and kissed her softly.  She responded in kind, filling the
time with a bit of tongue wrestling.  When she broke away, she sighed.

   "Okay baby, I think I can handle a bit more now.  Go ahead.  Fuck me."

   Message received, and understood.  I resumed my rhythmic intrusions of
her pussy, and her legs came back up around my waist.  Leaning up on my
arms, I had the leverage to give her the attention she deserved, and it
also gave me a great vantage point to watch her body quake and quiver as it
absorbed my powerful strokes.  The sight of her big breasts swaying and
shaking combined with the incredible heat of her cunt to light my fuse
again, a fact she seemed to recognize and revel in.

   "Ooooooo yes, you like watching Mommy's big tits bounce while you fuck
her, don't you?  You're a very bad boy, Richard, and I'm a very, very bad
girl!" She had a mischievous little smile on her face, watching me as my
eyes were unable to avoid watching her boobs.  I noticed that 'Larissa the
submissive' had been put aside, replaced by 'Larissa the more than willing
and vocal participant'.

   She was soooo right in her assessment.  Moms usually know their children
better the kids know themselves, but sexual proclivities are not normally
among the subjects included in that knowledge.  Of course, most sons don't
have the intimate understanding of their mothers that I had with mine, and
I do mean intimate.  The warm, buttery smoothness of her inner folds as
they caressed my hard, thrusting cock...the taste of her nectar as she
writhed in orgasm...the soft feel of her lips and tongue returning an
ardent kiss.  I could see why Dad had married her, but I wondered why I
didn't hear them sharing coital bliss more often.  Obviously, it wasn't due
to lack of interest on Mom's part.  Maybe Dad just didn't know how good he
had it.

   As for me, at this moment, I had it really good, and was about ready to
unleash another torrent of sticky semen.  I was just contemplating the
target of that discharge, when Mom read my mind again.  She grabbed my ass
with both hands, and pulled me balls deep into her cunt.

   "Do it!  Shoot your hot load inside Mommy's pussy!  Cum in me!" she
groaned, grinding her clit against me hard.  It would appear that the
incestuous nature of our relationship had taken over from the submissive as
her primary source of pleasure.

   As an obedient son, I did as she asked, exploding deep inside her, with
pulse after pulse of cum flowing from my cock.  I grunted loudly, and she
harmonized with a moan of her own enjoyment.  The look in her eyes told the
tale, and she stroked my hair with loving gentleness while we both caught
our breath.  When I was able, I rolled off her, and we cuddled quietly for
a few minutes.

   We were hot, sweaty, and reeking of sex after hours spent wringing
pleasure out of each other.  That being said, we still had time to play,
and my dick was still functional, so Mom suggested the shower, and the
opportunity to check another box off the lust list.  Sex in the shower
would bag two birds at once.

   She led me into the bathroom, and turned on the water, getting it up to
temperature before she backed into the shower stall, extending her hand for
me to take.

   The water was warm, and wonderful...almost as wonderful as her body
pressing it's soft curves against me under the spray.  She tiptoed up as
high as she could, and we shared another sensuous kiss, but I needed more.
I bent, grasping her firm ass with both hands, and lifted her.  She helped,
pulling herself up with her arms around my neck, and then hooked her ankles
together behind my back.  When I wedged us into the corner of the stall,
pinning her against the glass, she giggled, and kissed me again.

   She wasn't heavy, but she was slippery, and as much as I wanted to fuck
her like this, I didn't know if I could hold onto her enough.  She wouldn't
be denied, however, cinching one arm tighter around my neck, while reaching
down to guide my still rampant dick into her pussy.  Once it was safely
inside, she held on with both arms, and lowered herself fully onto it.

   "Oh fuck, I think I'm going to like this!  My clit is right against the
base of your dick!" she giggled.  "Are you going to be okay?"

   "First time for me, too," I replied.  "I think so, as long as you hold
on." I gave her a few experimental strokes.

   "Ahhhhhnnn!  Shit!  You keep that up, and I'll be cumming again in no
time!"

   "Is that a request, Larissa?" I asked.  She batted her eyes and smiled.

   "Please?" she laughed.

   It took a few seconds to figure out the logistics, but I soon had a good
rhythm of pounding thrusts going.  Mom was howling in ecstasy, and I was
enjoying the added stimulation of her big, soft, soapy tits slipping and
sliding around as they were squished between her chest and mine.  She
shuddered in my arms, and screeched again as she came.

   I had to kneel in order to put her down, and we ended up laying on the
tile floor together as the warm water rained down on us.  Mom was
knackered, as was I, but we didn't have time to rest, since Dad would soon
be home.

   At least I could crash in my room.  Mom had to suck it up, and be ready
when Dad arrived.

   ***

   Wednesday afternoon, I came home about 3 pm, as planned with Natalie. 
The idea was to catch them in the act, so I'd given them a couple of hours
to get into the act.  I only hoped that my sister had remembered to leave
the door unlocked.

   I very quietly turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open slightly. I
knew they were in there together, probably engaged in some form of sapphic
delight, but I had no idea what I would see.

   Mom was sitting on top of Natalie, facing away, leaning back on her
arms. Natalie was reaching around, fondling Mom's big tits as they bounced,
and they bounced because Mom was riding a strap-on dildo that was attached
to a harness that encircled Nat's waist.  It was a lesbian reverse-cowgirl,
and it was something to watch.

   Mom's eyes were closed, so she didn't see me step in, moving closer.  As
I did I saw something that surprised me, which shows just how fucked up
this family had become.  Really.

   Masturbating with my sister.  No surprise.  Fucking her...  No surprise.
Mom's a slut...  No surprise.  Fucking Mom...  No surprise.  Up to last
week, the fact that Mom was a pussy munching bi-sexual slut would have been
a surprise, but now, not so much.  And even though Mom had told me she
liked it up to ass, I didn't expect to see that the dildo she was riding
was not filling her yummy pussy, but her rear entrance.  I gasped, and her
eyes opened.

   "Oh shit!" she giggled.  "Busted!  Alright Rick, get naked, and tell me
what to do!"

   The ease with which Mom said this did not go unnoticed by Natalie. 
Neither did the fact that she didn't even try to cover herself, nor did she
stop fucking herself in the ass on Natalie's strap-on rubber dick.

   "Is there something you're not telling me, Mother?" Natalie asked,
twisting Mom's nipples from behind.  "Something involving Rick?"

   "You're a smart girl, Natalie...you figure it out," Mom said, still
grinding her firm butt down onto the dildo.

   "Uh huh," my sister grunted, then looked at me.  "It would seem Mom's
not the only one keeping secrets, wouldn't it Rick?"

   I shrugged.  There really wasn't much to say, but I could sure think of
something I'd like to do, so I started to shed my clothes.  As soon as I
was naked, Mom's eyes locked hungrily onto my cock, which was very ready
for action.

   "What are you going to do with that?" she giggled, still impaled up the
ass.

   "Patience, Larissa." I looked around her to check with Natalie.  "I
assume you've sampled her today already.  Tasty, as usual?"

   "Mmmm hmmm," she laughed, "like fine wine.  Ch teau de pussy!"

   "Everyone's a comedian!" Mom chortled.

   "Yeah, well I'm not joking," I whispered, having taken a place between
her thighs.  I leaned forward, and planted a kiss on her clit.  She moaned,
and undulated her hips.  Being so close, I could see how tightly stretched
her asshole was around the flesh coloured rubber dick.  It was a very
erotic sight, especially with her thick, dangling pussy lips gaping open in
the foreground.  She was dripping wet, so apparently she was enjoying the
anal stimulus.  Suddenly, I was parched.

   I dove in, burying my face in her open snatch, and lapping furiously at
the fluids that oozed from her.  Fine wine indeed, and just as
intoxicating. Her thighs were muffling what I could hear of her responses,
but based on her squirming, I'd say she was happy.  She had laid back flat
on Natalie, and had one hand on the back of my head, not allowing me to
escape.  I pushed her legs wider, and sucked her clit hard.  Now I could
hear her clearly, and she had a lot to say.  She was loquacious, if not
eloquent.

   "Oh god, oh fuck...  Mmmmm...  Lick...my clit!  Yes!  Oh...so good...so
fucking good...uhhn...my ass, so full!" She was having a tough time forming
sentences." Oh fuck...clit...suck...please, god...cumming...ahn!  Cumming!
Yes!  YES!" A little squirt of her nectar bathed my tongue, and I gave her
a few final licks before extracting myself.

   Mom was gasping for air, her big boobs rising and falling with each
breath.  Natalie's hands were still groping those melons, and she made eye
contact with me.  In Mom's current state, she was dead weight on top of my
sister, who'd been under there for a while.  I silently gestured, asking if
she was okay, and she gave me the thumbs up.  Good, because this would be
much easier with her positioned like this.

   I put one foot up on the bed, and carefully positioned myself, taking my
spear in hand.  I aimed for the pink cavern visible between her dangling
labia, and pushed in.

   Mom's head had been laying back on Natalie's shoulder, and her eyes were
closed, but as soon as my cock filled her pussy...well, let's just say,
things changed quickly.

   "FUUUUCK!" she shrieked, as her head flew up to look at me, with eyes
wide in surprise.  "Oh my dear lord!  Ngaaaahhhn!  Fuck me!"

   I wasn't sure if that expletive was and expression of shock or a
directive, but my hips took it as an order, so I did, plunging full length
into her.  I looked down, and saw my Mother's crotch stuffed to capacity,
both holes plugged with dick...or dick-like device.  When I looked back at
her face, Mom's mouth was hanging open in a mute scream.  Her hands grabbed
desperately at my shoulders, until she got a grip, and pulled her body up
to meet mine.  She held tight, gasping in my ear as I thrust steadily into
her cunt.

   "Oh god...Oh god...Oh god..." she hissed, over and over.  Relieved of
some of Mom's weight, Natalie was able to push up, thrusting the dildo into
Mom's ass deeper.

   "You okay, Mom?" I asked, concerned at her sudden quietness.

   "Yes...  Oh god, yes...  Keep going...  Cumming...Cumming so good...  Oh
god...Still cumming...  Oh god...  So full...  Oh god..." she breathed,
clutching me tighter.  "Fuck me...  Fuck me...  Fuck me..."

   She was tighter like this, which I suppose is to be expected, with her
ass full of dildo.  It was having an effect on me, too.  My balls were
slapping wetly against the shank of Natalie's strap on, as Mom's cunt
drooled, a creamy froth running out, dripping past her rubber filled ass,
finally landing on my sister's pretty pussy, which was looking like it
needed attention too.  Next on my list.

   Mom's whispered directions ceased, and she just gurgled, breathing hard,
and shuddering through orgasms that gave new meaning to the word
'multiple'. Still she held tight, hugging me even tighter when she felt the
flood of hot cum I released into her.  I grunted through several salvos of
semen, filling her to overflowing.  At last her grip failed, and her body
slumped limply to one side.

   Natalie and I gently laid her on her side, pulling her abused ass off
the dildo, and freeing my sister to run to the bathroom.  When she
returned, we cleaned Mom up, as best we could.  She was still oozing, but
we got most of it.  We rolled her onto her stomach, and let her rest.

   My sister was still walking around, looking ridiculous with the rubber
dick strapped around her waist.

   "I'm not sure I like your new look," I laughed.

   "Huh?" she replied, following my eyes to the artificial appendage.  "Oh!
Forgot about this thing!" she giggled, undoing the belt.  It fell to the
floor with a thud.

   "I'm sure Mom's ass won't forget.  Did you fuck her pussy with it, too?"
I asked.

   "Sort of.  I tried, but I guess I'm just not good at being the man," she
smiled, caressing her own breasts playfully.  "Couldn't get the hip action
quite right, so we ended up with her on top.  She really likes it when her
nipples get sucked while she's fucking...  but I guess you already knew
that, didn't you?" She put her hands on her hips and tried to look pissed
at my secret, but she was just playing.  Mom moaned, and stirred,
attracting both our eyes.

   To say Mom was relaxed would be an understatement.  Jello carries more
stress than she was experiencing right now, in the aftermath of enough
orgasms to satisfy the entire Swedish Bikini Team.  Natalie had made her
contribution, as had I, and now Mom was laying prostrate, with one leg
dangling off the bed.  She was breathing quietly, and the one eye I could
see was only partially open.  Now seemed as good a time as any.

   "So I guess we're no longer grounded, right Mom?" I asked, patting her
on the ass.  "I mean, I personally would be happy to continue this special
time between us.  I enjoy having access to this side of you, but now that
we all know what's going on, punishing us for doing the same thing you're
doing isn't really fair, is it?"

   Mom groaned and rolled over wearily.  When she flopped on her back, her
tits wobbled to a stop a second later.

   "No, I don't suppose it is," she said softly.  "I apologize for taking
advantage of you both.  It was fun while it lasted.  You brought back some
very pleasant memories for me."

   Wow, she really is relaxed, I thought.  Did she just say what I think
she said?  I looked at Natalie, whose eyes were as wide as mine.  I hoped
we could get some clarification.

   "Pleasant memories?" I prodded.  Mom blushed, but the cat was on the
loose now, bag discarded.

   Mom pulled herself up the bed, leaning back on a pile of pillows at the
headboard.  She took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her sex
tousled hair.

   "Okay, I'll tell you, but no one else knows this, not even your father,
and I'd really prefer it stayed that way." She closed her eyes, and began.
"It was years ago, when I was about Natalie's age.  My younger brother and
I...  well, you can guess the rest.  It was very intense, doing something
so forbidden, and we just got caught up in the emotions of the situation.
I'm sure you understand, but I liked it...  I really did, being such a bad
girl."

   "Holy shit, Mom!" Natalie exclaimed, "You slept with Uncle Phil?!  Holy
shit!"

   "Yes I did.  I'm not proud of it, but I'm not really ashamed either.  He
had such a nice cock, and a very loving manner." She looked at me.  "Not
quite as nice as yours, young man," she smiled.  "That's also where I first
found that I liked submitting to my lovers control.  Phillip is three years
younger than me, but having him tell me to suck his cock really turned me
on."

   I couldn't believe we were all sitting here, naked, oozing sexual
fluids, and discussing my Mother's sexual past and peccadillos, like
talking about the weather.

   "Ah, and Dad's older, that's why you don't, um you know...  with him,
right?" I offered.

   "Yes, I suppose so.  I get off on telling him what I want him to do, and
he's good with that," she answered.  "Both ways are fun.  I don't really
know what made me add you to the mix, Natalie." She patted my sister's
hand. "I'd never been with a woman before, not even in college.  Maybe it
was seeing you two together that first time.  Made me ache for it, both of
you."

   That explained her reaction that day, alright.  The faraway look in her
eyes while she chastised us.  Not telling Dad.

   "So we're just one big, happy, incestuous family," Natalie whispered,
looking at the wall.

   "Well, I'm not sure if Mother - Daughter really qualifies.  I suppose
I'm splitting hairs, but since the main argument against incest is the
conception of children prone to birth defects, and that's not an issue
between women, is it?" she said evenly.

   "As for you," she looked at me, and sighed, "there's something I should
have told you long ago, but I kept putting it off.  As long as you didn't
need a kidney, or something like that, it didn't seem important." She
stared at me, hoping I could figure it out from there.

   "You're fucking kidding me!" It was Natalie that put it together first."
He's adopted?!"

   I didn't say anything, but I had done the math, too.  I was
understandably surprised, but there were other issues occupying my mind.

   Mom nodded.  "Yes, Rick is adopted.  We wanted another child, but having
you," she looked at Natalie, "fucked up my plumbing for any future births."
Natalie looked like she was going to cry at that bit of news.  "Don't
worry, darling...  I wouldn't change a thing.  Having you was the best
thing I ever did." She stroked my sister's cheek.

   "Anyway, the opportunity presented itself to adopt a baby boy, just
after he was born, and there you go...  Instant brother!  I must say,
having you was much easier than having your sister.  I didn't get fat, my
back didn't hurt, there was no morning sickness, and if I recall correctly,
your Dad fucked me unconscious the day we brought you home.  Much better,
"she joked.

   "I wondered why there were no birth pictures of Rick in the photo
album," Natalie said.  "Lots of me, even ultrasound photos, but none of him
in the hospital.  Why don't I remember that?  I was almost two, right?" she
asked Mom.

   "Yep," Mom answered, "and as for why you don't remember, I was just glad
you didn't."

   "Wait a minute," I interjected.  "If I'm adopted...  then... 
technically...  what happened...  with both of you...  was legal?"

   "Well, I don't know if I'd go quite that far, but one thing is certain.
Under the strictest definition of incest, being heterosexual relations
between blood relatives, then you don't qualify as blood," Mom said.  "I
doubt it would hold up in a court of law, but we're all consenting adults,
and I did ask you both if you wanted to participate."

   "So," Natalie said, lost in thought, turning to look at me, "You're my
brother, but not my blood relative." She smiled, stood, and walked over to
my side of the bed.  I looked at her beautiful face, and knew exactly what
she was thinking.  She didn't say a word, just leaned closer and looked
into my soul with her deep blue eyes.

   Her lips met mine, and an electric charge ran through my body.  I knew
what she wanted and I wanted it too.  Her body melted into my arms, and I
eased her down onto her back beside me.  I hadn't even noticed that my cock
was hard and ready for action, but I felt Natalie's hand guiding me into
her wet vestibule.  The warmth of her pussy enveloped my shaft as I slid
deeper inside her.  Her eyes sparkled again, the way they had when we had
been alone in this room, on this bed, weeks before.

   "Oh fuck, Rick...  I can't tell you how much I've missed this!" she
hissed, wrapping her legs around my waist.  She pulled me all the way in
with her heels, wiggling her hips as my balls nestled against her butt. 
"Ahhhhhh, that's better.  So big and hard...  It fills me up just right!"

   "Ahem!" I heard from the side, and turned my head to face Mom.

   "Alright," she said firmly, "given my past, the fact that you are
adopted, and that you have me over a barrel...  I suppose I can't really
tell you to stop.  Still, might I suggest that a few rules be set to govern
this relationship?"

   I looked back at Natalie, who shrugged, then nodded.  Mom saw it, and
continued.

   "First, please be discrete.  Keep it quiet.  No public displays. 
Agreed? Second, an addition to the first rule...  Please be aware of your
father's schedule and whereabouts.  He would not be amused by this.  No
supposedly surreptitious quickies while he's home, or I'll step in again.
Got it?  Third...do not, repeat, DO NOT GET PREGNANT!"

   "Agreed," Natalie and I said nearly simultaneously.

   "Fourth, not a rule...  More of a request...  Please don't forget about
me?" Mom smiled, batting her eyelashes at us.  "I'll miss my playmates. 
Not today, mind you, as you've worn me out...  But I'd like to join you on
occasion.  Okay?"

   "I have no problem with that," I laughed.

   "Alright.  Well get with it, then!  Fuck your sister!" she giggled. 
"I'll just sit here, watching you, maybe playing with my pussy."

   I have to admit, despite the fact that we'd both just fucked Mom's
brains out, it felt a little weird doing it under her watchful gaze.  Even
weirder with her permission.  When I looked into my sister's eyes, however,
the weird disappeared, replaced by the feelings that had been with us
during our time alone.  I started to gently stroke into her wetness, and
her eyes fluttered in bliss, while her hands caressed my back and
shoulders. Small gasps of pleasure escaped through her plump, parted lips.

   "Oh, Rick, yes," she moaned, urging me on.  Her hands wandered down my
back, and landed on my ass, rising and falling with my smooth motion into
her most intimate place.  "Faster," she breathed.

   I responded, and soon a rhythmic slapping sound joined her moans of joy,
filling the quiet room with the sounds of sex.

   "Oh Rick, I'm cumming," she gasped, burying her face in my shoulder.  I
slowed for a few seconds, feeling her body spasm under mine, and listening
to her quiet whimpers of orgasmic joy.  Her face, reappeared, and she
pulled me in for a kiss.  "Thank you," she whispered, kissing me again.

   I held her close as I rolled us over, letting her rest atop my chest
while she recovered.  Her hand pushed off, and she sat up, undulating her
hips to fully engulf my cock in her pussy again.  She started to slowly
lift herself, doing a kegal squeeze as she did, tugging on my dick.  She
would relax on the downstroke, welcoming my rod back into her moist
crevice, and finishing with a sensuous grind, crushing her clit between us.
I brought my hands up to cup her full, heavy breasts, and flicked her erect
nipples with my thumbs.

   "Oh shit, Rick...suck them please," she moaned, "suck my tits while I
ride this big cock." She leaned forward a bit to bring them within easier
reach.

   I kissed and licked both stiff buds before I latched onto her left
breast, suckling deeply.

   "Oh yes, that's it, baby.  Suck my tits." Her rhythm remained unchanged,
still squeezing, releasing, and grinding.  "Ooooooo fuuuuck!  Rick, you're
gonna make me cum again," she grunted, grinding harder, while I gently bit
her nipple.  That set her off, and she tossed her head back, pumping her
hips back and forth.  "Ahhhhhnnn!  Ahhhhhnnn!  Yes!"

   She dropped onto my chest, gasping again through her climax, until the
last waves passed.  Sitting up again, she lifted off, rolling to the side.
She started to kneel, presenting herself for some doggy action, but I
hooked my hand on her hip, pulling her onto her side, facing away from me.
I wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight, and fondling her big tits
softly.

   She lifted her leg, reached down, and guided my cock back into her juicy
snatch.  I started to fuck her, the hollow 'splock splock splock' sound
echoing throughout the room, as my hips met her firm bum.  I kissed her
neck, gnawing occasionally on her earlobes, while groping her boobs with
one hand.  She was limp in my arms.

   "Oh god, you fuck me so good, Rick," she growled, moving her hand down
to circle her clit while my cock kept spearing her smoothly.  "Shit,
you're...Ahhhhhnnn...  Againnnnnn!" Her body tensed, and she shuddered
hard. I stopped thrusting, and held her.  I was so happy that I could help
her feel this way.  She turned her head.  "Cum for me baby," she whispered.


   I pulled out, letting her roll onto her back, then took my place again.
I hooked her knees over my forearms, spreading her wide, and bending her
back.  That ballet she'd done as a child made her flexible enough to allow
this easily, and I buried my cock deep into her cunt.  I could feel my
Mother's eyes watching my cock as I plunged in and out of my sister,
fucking her firmly, but not hurting her.  Her tight pussy lips squeegeed my
shaft, scraping a donut of frothy juices around the base of my cock.  I was
close.

   "Cum for me, Rick," Natalie whispered, caressing my face.  "Cum in me.
Fill my pussy with your hot goo!"

   That did it.  I shot rope after rope, deep into her, grunting like an
animal while I did.  Through it all, she kept stroking my hair, and cooing
in my ear.  Once I was spent, she kissed me gently.

   "That was wonderful to watch," Mom said quietly, as we both tried to
catch our breath.  She had two fingers in her pussy, stroking gently.  "But
it points out a bigger problem."

   I looked at Natalie, who looked at Mom.

   "What problem is that?" she asked.

   "Well, what I just witnessed was not the act of two hormonally charged
young siblings, eager to explore their sexuality and get as much as they
could," she said, a tinge of envy in her voice.  "You weren't fucking..."

   "...  We were making love," Natalie whispered, finishing the sentence
for her.  She looked up at me, those perfect blue eyes glistening with
emotion, and continued, "I Love You, Rick."

   I didn't even hesitate.  "I Love you, too, Natalie," I breathed, and
leaned down to kiss her.  Our lips met in an embrace that left no doubt
that both of us were on the same page.  The love we felt wasn't that of a
brother and sister ; rather it was that of a man and a woman, and I for one
hoped it would continue to its logical destination, especially since I now
knew it wasn't impossible.  Our kiss finally ended, and we realized Mom was
still watching.

   "Yes...you love each other.  That's the problem."

   ********************

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