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 Title: Who'd Have Thought?


Summary: He should never have gotten married in the first place.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Who'd have thought?

   Admittedly I was feeling pretty shitty when I walked in and dumped most
of my worldly possessions back in my old bedroom.  I was just twenty-five,
married a little over a year, and already my marriage was over with.  My
wife, soon to be ex-wife as soon as I could contact a lawyer and start
divorce proceedings, was pregnant.  Problem was, it wasn't mine.  I was
nearly one hundred percent sure it wasn't to begin with, though that
wouldn't be fully determined until we'd gotten the blood tests back after
the baby was born.  And why did I think that?  Mainly, because I had
stumbled onto Christy's diary for one, which had started all this.  Even
after we started dating, as attractive as she was, high school sweetheart,
cheerleader, and the whole nine yards.  Even back then...she was the
epitome of the running joke regarding dumb blondes.  She had stupidly
recorded each and every assignation with the equally dumb-assed ex-star
quarterback.  A guy she'd been seeing, and sleeping with behind my back
almost from the very beginning.

   Bad enough that, but then I'd faked going to work, parked around the
corner from our apartment, and sure enough...not fifteen minutes later
asshole showed up.  I waited fifteen minutes, plenty of time to let the two
of them fuck themselves...literally.  And then quietly opened the door,
entering our apartment.  Seconds after I had, I could hear the two of them
going at it like two cats in a burlap bag.  I stopped briefly in the
kitchen, grabbing a towel, and then walked down the hallway, just short of
the bedroom door.  They hadn't even bothered to close it, so sure of
themselves.  Steeling myself, I walked the last few final feet, Christy was
sitting on top of him, her back turned towards me, blocking assholes view
of the door as I quietly crept closer and closer towards them.

   I'd already twisted up the wet towel...waited, timing the thrust, and
then "thwap".  I let go with all my might, perfectly timed, perfectly
aimed. Christy was so dumb, she actually thought Berferd balls, as I now
thought of him, though his name was Bert as I recall, was climaxing.  I
couldn't even begin to imagine how that must of felt, but I was grinning
inwardly as he suddenly bucked up, screaming out for all he was worth,
Christy trying to hold on like she was riding a bucking bronco, likewise
crying out, only she was yelling, "Yes baby!  Yes!  Come for me!  Come for
me!  Fill my pussy with your hot creamy juice!"

   She didn't know Berferd was shitting himself, the bed and everywhere
else.  Only then did I make my presence known to her.

   "I hope he was worth it," I said.  "See you in court."

   **

   While numb-nuts, and they sure as hell must have been, reached down
trying to find out if he still even had a cock and balls.  All the while
still struggling to force air back into his lungs, and Christy now,
wide-eyed, freaked (especially on discovering what she was now sitting in)
jumped up off the bed, running around like a chicken with her head cut-off
(and no shit...pun intended here) actually trying to cover herself with her
hands.  Like that made any fucking difference at this point.  Screaming out
"EEEEEEEUWWWWWWW, YUCK!  EEEEEEEEUWWWW!" Looking at the bed, me...herself,
the bed again, as I stuffed a few of my more important things into an old
duffle bag.

   "I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of my things.  Just make sure you
and numb-nuts, or no-nuts rather, aren't here when I do!" And with that, I
left...heading home, though I wasn't too happy about it, but having no
place else to go at the moment, giving me no other choice.

   Although I had my suspicions, and was relatively sure the baby wasn't
mine now, I couldn't very well dump her out on the street until I knew for
sure.  How she managed, if she could manage to maintain the apartment on
her pitiful income was no longer my concern.  She could stay there until
the next month's rent was due, and then worry about wherever the hell it
was she was going to live.  At the moment...I could have cared less.

   You see...I was still going to school, and working a part-time job, so
having kids was completely out of the question.  Even with Christy using
birth control, I hadn't wanted to take any chances of her getting pregnant,
so we had always used...always, always used...a condom in addition to that.
Talk about fate playing a cruel joke here...she had indeed gotten pregnant
anyway.  I had even read the stupid fucking entry in her diary when she
wrote about it, wondering even as she put it down, if it was Bert's baby,
and not mine.  Especially as she also noted, "I'm not sure if Danny and I
ever did it without one?" She put a whole row of question marks behind her
comment.  That's how dumb she truly was.  As for the idiot, I noticed in
that small split-second of perfect timing, poor old black and blue
balls...hadn't been wearing one.

   **

   Thirty minutes later I was standing in my old bedroom, having dumped out
what little I'd brought with me onto my old bed.  Not too surprisingly, no
one was home.  Mom would of course be at work...and my younger sister Kathy
would be attending school at a local university, as I knew she was carrying
a pretty full course load.  She worked part-time as well, so it was rare
than she was ever home herself anymore, let alone...having any kind of a
social life.  I'd always felt my kid sister of two years was cute,
certainly not drop-dead gorgeous, but reasonably attractive.  What she
lacked in looks if anything, she more than made up in brains, having
managed to get an almost full scholarship at the local university, which
was helping her pay the way through the courses she was taking.  Ironically
enough, we could end up graduating at almost the same time together the way
things were going.  I then walked into the kitchen, pulled a beer out of
the refrigerator, and had breakfast.  After I'd done that, I figured I owed
mom a phone-call, I could almost...but not quite hear her say, "I told you
so."

   I knew she wouldn't.  She wouldn't actually do that, say that...but she
along with my sister had both tried very hard to get me to rethink my
marrying Christy in the first place.  I wish to hell I had listened to
them.

   And I hated dumping all this on mom anyway.  She'd more or less been
through it herself, the day my old man had walked out on her years ago,
dumping mom for a woman half my dad's age.  Mom had gotten her "Told you
so," on him a year later when she ran off with yet another guy, and
basically drained all of dad's accounts.  He had tried to weasel his way
back in to moms affections, to no avail.  She was the one who had given me
the idea of the twisted up towel trick.  Dad had intended to surprise her,
seduce her in a sick twisted way, walking in on her while she'd been in the
bathroom taking a shower.  He'd stripped off his clothes, stood out in the
hallway, jerking himself until he was nice and hard, and then intended to
come in and hopefully...entice her.  Mom luckily enough, had caught
movement out of the corner of her eye, caught dad in the mirror preparing
to sneak into the bathroom, and had just managed to twist up the towel off
the rack, wetting it just before hand.  He came in, she opened the sliding
glass door...and "Thwap".

   He was still laying on the floor when the police came and arrested him
for breaking and entering, along with attempted rape, which was clearly
quite obvious.  But the real surprise came during the trial when his
equally idiotic attorney had brought dad's girlfriend in as a character
witness.  He actually tried using her to show that dad had been distraught,
sorry for what he'd done, beside himself with grief.  Only that turned into
something else as it was revealed that "what's her name," wasn't twenty-one
as she had claimed, hadn't even turned eighteen until just a short time
ago, which meant...dad had been having sex and sleeping with an under-aged
minor for the better part of a year by this time.  It was comical seeing
his face as he sat there looking dumbfounded at the Judge, who sat looking
back at him, scowling.

   He ended up taking a plea deal and got fifteen years, he'd be out in
five with good behavior.

   He was still serving time.  And I could have cared less.

   **

   After I finished my beer, I called mom at work.  She was doing pretty
well for herself by now, working as a claims adjuster for a fairly large
Insurance company.  As such, her hours were flexible, though she stayed
fairly busy, once in a while traveling out of state even.  But, she did
love her job, felt self sufficient, enough so...she hadn't gone looking for
another man to fill the void.  Sure...she dated on occasion, and no doubt
fucked some of the men she did date.  On the nights she didn't come home,
that was pretty clear what she was doing.  But she never once brought
anyone home, not while Kathy and I were still living there at least.  And
so far as I knew, even after I'd married and moved out, she hadn't then
either.

   "Hi sweetie!  What's up?" Mom asked curiously.  I very often did call
her, just not usually first thing in the morning on a workday.  I'd already
called in, taken the day off...figuring I'd need to.

   "Just wanted to thank you."

   "For what?"

   "For the towel trick you pulled on Jack," I told her.  She got my
meaning, ever since he'd left, I had refused to call him dad.  And then I
told her...the rest of the story.

   **

   I had tried very hard to dissuade her from coming home, but she wouldn't
have it.  She was already on her way.  Now worried and concerned for her
"baby" as she'd called me, which I think to her, I always would be...no
matter how old I got.  In a way...it was comforting.  I might very well be
my own man at this point, but the truth of the matter was, I was in need of
a little TLC myself at the moment.  And mom was just what the Dr.  ordered.

   Except for one thing.  It was because of mom that I'd moved out and
gotten married in the first place.  Not because of anything she'd ever
done...but because of what I was afraid I might do.  You see...I had always
had this desire, for her.  A desire that try as I might...for so many
years, I just couldn't put out of my head.  And the last thing she needed
was to have to be confronted with the likes of her own sick, twisted,
perverted son.  Jack was bad enough, she didn't need another one.  And
now...here I was again, right back where I'd started.  On the one hand,
almost glad to be home again.  On the other, scared shitless...afraid of
what I might do or say, or inadvertently let slip out.  All I could do for
now was bide my time, hope for the best, and eventually move out, and find
yet again, another place to stay that would keep some distance between the
two of us.  Until then, I'd have to be content with my secret, private
fantasies and pleasures, and hope to hell she never found out.

   She was home ten minutes later.  And two seconds after that, she was
holding my head against her breasts trying to comfort and sooth me.  Which
helped immensely, because it did.  But...I was now also standing there with
a very painful, hard throbbing erection, trying desperately to keep it from
digging into her thigh, or anywhere's else for that matter as she mashed my
head against those almost perfect, full beautiful breasts of hers.

   Yeah...I had seen them, on more than one occasion.  Nudity had never
been a major issue in our house growing up.  Mom refused to let the
situation with Jack turn sexuality, pleasure, and the rest of that into
something less than what it was really meant to be.  She didn't openly
parade around in the buff or anything, but if either Kathy or I happened in
on her while she was dressing, or undressing, she didn't exactly shoo us
out of the room either.  She always went about her business as though we
weren't even there, never making it a big deal, though it very often for
me...became a big deal, later...in the privacy of my bedroom as I lay there
on my bed jerking off, with whatever new images, thoughts...or fantasies I
now had regarding her.  Another reason I felt like such a shit for doing
so. If mom ever found out how I felt, she'd no doubt find the way to take
the blame for it herself, looking back, wishing she'd never been the way
she'd been with us growing up.  And that was the last thing I ever wanted
her to do either.

   But there I was now, only a millimeter of material away from having my
face rubbing directly against those still gorgeous breasts of hers, and
having a hard on to boot, which was going to take some fancy shuffling on
my part, to keep her from being aware of.

   She then spotted the empty beer bottle sitting on the kitchen table. 
"It's a bit too early for that Danny, how about I fix you some real
breakfast instead?"

   "I'm not really hungry mom...but coffee would be nice," I told her.  She
relented, and began making it, while it dripped, she announced since she'd
taken the rest of the day off so she could be with me, that she was going
upstairs to change into her "comfy clothes" as she called them.  Once
again, I was almost wishing she wouldn't.  And then again...looking forward
to seeing her in them again, it had been, after all, a long time since I
had.

   The coffee was just finishing when she came back down the stairs.  I was
already pouring us both a cup when she came back into the kitchen.  Thank
god I'd now had enough time for my erection to have gone down considerably,
though upon seeing her...I knew I'd soon need the protection of the kitchen
table to hide a renewed erection within moments of seeing her.  Like I
said...it had indeed been a while since I'd seen mom wearing her so called,
"comfy clothes."

   For mom, that usually meant, and in this case certainly did...no bra. 
Usually a wife-beater tee shirt, which she had on now, and which looked
painted on truth, be told.  She had naturally full "C" cup breasts at
least, and at 46 years of age, she still looked damn fine, a hell of a lot
better than most women her age.  She'd kept herself physically fit, almost
daily working out in the downstairs exercise room she'd had put in.  So she
didn't have a lot of excess fat, if any...and probably in a lot better
shape than even I was.  Though while living here, I'd worked out with her
most every day as well, though again for me...I'd let the last several
month's get away from me as far as a daily regime of exercise went.

   She also wore a pair of my old cut off sweats, wearing them almost too
short...even for her, though she had the ass and legs to pull it off.  I
had always secretly gotten a kick out of the fact they were my old high
school sweat pants.  Mom said she enjoyed wearing them because it reminded
her of me, and the fact of course, they were nice and big, and still
comfortable.  Sometimes when she sat, depending on how, and where I was, I
could see right up the pants leg.  Very often I saw panties...usually,
but...a time or two, I'd had a glimpse into paradise.

   But it was an outfit she only wore inside the house, never out, and
always changed out of it whenever anyone came over, even when they'd shown
up unannounced.  In front of Kathy and I however...mom just loved wearing
her comfy clothes whenever she planned on sticking around the house.

   Like my sister, and me mom had dark brown hair, hazel colored eyes. 
Both Kathy and mom very often wore their hair in ponytails, making them
look almost like sisters, as opposed to being mother-daughter.  That's how
good of shape mom truly was in.  Only when she let her hair out full, wore
a bit of makeup, did her true beauty and maturity, truly shine through.  As
much as I loved seeing her like that, I had also come to resent it to. 
Usually when she dressed up like that, she was going out...either to attend
some function or convention...or to spend the night in a hotel or motel
some place, fucking another guys cock.  I hated that I was jealous of that,
hated what it did to me...hated the way I thought, and very often the way I
acted around her, or even treated her, when I had no good reason for doing
so.  Mom eventually sort of caught on.  After that, she'd maybe inform
Kathy as to what her plans were, which she'd then tell me later...after mom
had already somehow managed to sneak out of the house without having to
confront me.

   Like I said...it had gotten to the point that when Christy came along, I
jumped at the chance, even knowing as I did...it probably wouldn't last.

   **

   Mom of course now sitting across from me at the table, sipping her
coffee.  Me...trying very hard not to stare at her fairly dark, very
obvious, dollar sized nipples, which seemed to be already pressing, and
poking against the thin material of her tee.

   "So, tell me again...at the beginning, when you walked down the hallway
with the towel in your hand..."

   Mom always had a way of making a bad situation, into something humorous,
as long as it didn't hurt or offend anyone.  I knew she was trying to do
that now, staying well away from the "I told you so," she must have been
thinking.  I related the story again, and then we laughed, and cried
hysterically as I recounted it, each time seemingly funnier, with Christy
dancing around the room, covered in shit, and Bert wailing away like a
baby, still rolling around in it himself.  I wish I had had a camera with
me.  One of those "priceless" moments.

   And then things sort of got serious again.  "Well, I for one...am glad
you're back.  And you damn well know Danny, you're welcome to stay here as
long as you'd like.  There's no reason for you to go rushing out, trying to
find someplace else to live.  Especially right now, where you need family,
need to be with family...and that brings us to a whole other issue."

   "Oh?  What?" I asked curiously...somewhat nervously.  Another thing
about mom was, was her uncanny ability to seemingly read minds.  If not
specifics, she knew enough to know when something was festering,
bothering...and gnawing at either one of us...Kathy or me.

   "I know...you left to get married for reasons other than being in love
with her.  You'll never convince me Danny, that you ever really were. 
So...how about you now level with me?  Why'd you run off and marry her in
the first place?"

   I knew damn well there was no way in hell I was going to tell her the
real reason.  Jesus, she'd kick my ass out the door the moment I mentioned
a single word about the way I truly felt about her.  So I quite naturally
lied.

   "Well, mainly...because you know, we'd just started having sex, and
well...it seemed like it was the right thing to do at the time, you
know...make it legal and all."

   "Ah huh..." Mom said taking a sip of her coffee, peering over the rim of
her cup at me as she said that.  It had sounded pretty lame, even to me.

   "No...really," I said in my own defense, though I knew damn well my eyes
were saying otherwise as she looked directly into them.

   "Ok, we'll table this for now," she offered.  "Especially under the
circumstances.  But...I'm telling you right here and now, and I want you to
promise me something..." she paused, waiting.

   "Promise you what?"

   "When you're ready...you'll tell me the truth, no matter what, no matter
how bad you think it might be.  You owe me that much.  And I'll promise you
in return, I won't judge anything you have to say, or share with me.  And
that...I do promise you!"

   "Ah huh," I said in kind.  And then added, seeing her stern serious
look. "Ok, I promise.  Really...when I'M ready!"

   At least she had given me that much.  In my mind...I doubted I ever
would be.

   **

   "Listen honey, why don't you go up stairs and take a nice long hot
shower, maybe it will help to relax you."

   That sounded like a fine idea on several counts.  For one, it would
again put some distance between us for a while anyway.  And two, I needed
to desperately do something about this almost painful erection I now had
once again.  Seeing mom in her "comfy clothes" had certainly gotten to me,
and I'd been sitting there running through a scenario of decadent thoughts
almost the entire time we'd been talking.  That's how sick and twisted I
was.  Even a simple conversation between us, didn't detract from the
visions I sat enjoying about my own mother.

   I really was sick.  And I had a hard on.  First things first.

   I entered the bathroom, got the water going nice and hot, stripped down,
and then stepped in.  The water felt good on my skin as it pummeled against
me, already starting to relax, though still highly aroused.  A mixture of
emotions now flooding through me all at once.  It just sort of hit me,
unexpectedly.  Wasting the last year of my life, soon to be divorced, home
again...seeing mom again, I suddenly found myself standing there bawling
like a baby.  So consumed in my own grief, my stupidity, my absurd,
perverted, twisted arousal, I hadn't really heard the simple knock on the
bathroom door.

   Mom had decided I might need some fresh towels and had brought some up
to me.  I had forgotten what it was like living here.  In the past, mom had
done that before, a brief simple knock, and then if the door was unlocked,
either to our bedrooms, or the bathroom, she'd simply walk in and do
whatever she was there to do.  Whether that was to deliver towels, or
folded clean laundry to our rooms.  I should have remembered that, should
have locked the bathroom door, though later...I wondered if I hadn't
subconsciously forgotten to do so...hoping mom would enter the room.

   The thing was, she had.  And she heard me...standing there in the shower
crying.  I wasn't even aware of her presence until suddenly the sliding
glass doors opened, and then she did something she had never done before,
she stepped in...fully clothed, spinning me around, hugging her to me.

   "Oh baby...oh honey, it's ok...mommies here."

   **

   Now I had a new dilemma.  I was naked...mom wasn't, though she might as
well have been.  Standing there in the shower with me, her white,
wife-beater tee shirt might as well have been translucent.  Still in a bit
of shock at her unexpected presence, mom held me against her, more
specifically, those same breasts which I could easily see now, staring down
at them, seeing the very clear, very dark coloration of her rock hard
nipples as they speared through the soaked, plastered tee shirt she was
wearing.  But even more problematic of course, I could feel my hard firm
erection digging into my mother's abdomen.  And if I could...

   Still hugging me to her, me still slobbering a bit, though the crying
was now pretty much under control, replaced quite naturally of course,
because now I was frightened, and confused well beyond my ability to cope
with it.  Mom of course, taking my sudden calmness as having been
comforted, relaxing...which I was anything but.  Almost too scared to
move...my cock still digging into her tummy, as I now tried to gingerly
back away a bit.  And then I got an even bigger shock.  I felt her hand
surrounding it.

   "Danny...please, don't say anything, don't think...just, let me...do
something for you.  I...I think, this might help you to relax."

   The next thing I knew, mom was stroking my cock, lovingly,
firmly...tenderly.  I seriously thought I was dreaming, standing there
beneath the shower, the feel of her soft firm breasts pressing against me.

   "This...is silly," she then said, which for a moment made me think that
she'd suddenly realized not only how silly this really was...but how weird,
how sick...how demented it actually was, and that I had perhaps in some
way, caused her to forget herself, and realize what it was she was
doing...holding her own sons cock.  But what she did was, step back,
suddenly reaching down and pulled the tee shirt she was wearing, up and
over her head.  But she didn't stop there either, she then shimmied out of
her now equally wet, equally drenched sweat shorts, and now stood there in
front of me, just as naked as I was.  Once again her hand came out,
wrapping itself around my hard turgid member.

   "There, that's better!" she said, as she began stroking it for me once
more.  I was at a total loss for words.  I didn't know what the hell to
say...words would come later perhaps, when we sat down to discuss this,
which I was pretty sure we would.  But for now, all I could do was reach
out, my hands coming up to cup my own mother's breasts as she stood there
jerking me off.  I was half expecting her to push my hands away, removing
them from off her breasts, though under the circumstances, that would have
been as absurd as what she was actually doing.  Instead, she moaned,
leaning into me, her head on my shoulder now as I continued toying with her
boobs, fingers now easily locating her hard extended nipples, playing with
them, pulling on them.  She sighed again, pleasurably.  "God baby...that
feels so good."

   "Yeah...no shit," I finally answered back, hearing the catch in my own
voice as I said it, still in disbelief at what was happening here.  My
wildest fantasies coming true, though how they had, why they
had...continued to escape me.  But for now at least, I didn't care how, or
why...only that it was.  Words indeed...would come later, afterwards.

   I heard her laugh at that, chuckle...sighing once more.  It was the best
sound, the greatest sound, and the most comforting thing she could have
ever done, aside from her playing with my cock anyway.

   I felt my knees buckling, already starting to get the shakes, what she
was doing...the way she was doing it, felt heavenly.  All thoughts of her
being my mom, playing with my dick, suddenly evaporating like so many
raindrops hitting a hot sidewalk on a summers day.  All I could think about
for the moment was the tightness in my balls, the sensation of what I damn
well knew was going to be one mother-loving, earth-shattering orgasm, only
seconds from now.  That...and the feel of those god-loving, hot-fucking,
incredible tits I held in my hands as it started to happen.

   "Oh fuck mom...Jesus, oh God, oh God!  Oh GOD!"

   "Let it come baby, that's it...let it come, feel it baby...give it to
mommy," she told me.  And then I did.

   It felt like I came forever!  Standing there looking down at myself, as
we both were now, heads together in fact, watching the semen leap from my
cock, spurting upwards, defying gravity as I splurged against her,
specifically those same breasts I continued to hold, watching my semen as
it covered her, leaving tracers of my spunk splashing against her as she
cried out in delirious glee and enjoyment, watching it.  And all I could
think of to do then...was kiss her.

   I think that one...caught her off guard.  At least for a moment anyway.
Obviously I had never ever kissed her quite like that.  Not the ole'
typical kiss your mom kind of a kiss...this was full on lips, seeking lips,
tongue suddenly spearing into her mouth, without thinking, just reacting,
succumbing to the moment.  There was only the briefest hesitation,
withdrawal if you will as she no doubt involuntarily reacted back to the
unexpected, perhaps unanticipated reaction.  But then suddenly, as quick as
she'd started to move away, she pressed forward.  Now it was her tongue
dancing with mine, her mouth seeking, and chewing on my lips, her breath
coming fast, anxious and as needful as mine was.  And my cock continued to
throb, somehow continued to drip, if not spurt now at least, still bubbling
cum, still drooling out semen onto her hand as she still continued working
it, moving it up and down, back and forth, lovingly, still
playfully...squeezing out every single drop.

   Only when I was fully sated, did she release me, stepping back a bit,
forcing the two of us to break the tongue duel we'd been having.  Her face
was flushed, as was mine of course.  Her hands now coming up around my
neck, not so much to wrap them around holding me, as I felt her rinsing her
hands off, knowing as she did, she was washing away all traces of what
she'd just done to me.  What she'd allowed herself to do to me, wondering
as she did...was she now finally having guilt feelings having done so?  She
then rinsed off her cum soaked breasts as well, only turning then, once
again opening the door of the shower.

   "I'll give you a moment to collect yourself.  After that...we probably
should talk.  Come see me in my room," she then added, stepping out,
toweling off quickly, her wet soggy clothes still laying inside the shower
stall.  She didn't even bother picking them up, taking them with her.  I
heard the gentle close of the door behind her as she left the bathroom. 
And I stood there, looking down at my still slightly stiff member, trying
to convince myself that it had actually really happened.  And then
wondering...what the hell I had done, what she was no doubt now feeling.  I
could only imagine the thoughts she must have been dealing with at this
point, what I had somehow confused her into doing.

   I dreaded walking into her room.

   **

   I took an inordinate amount of time drying off.  Slipping into a fresh
pair of 'tighty-whities' and a clean tee shirt I had brought in with me. 
There was no point going back to my room to finish dressing, or putting
anything else on, as I'd have to walk by her bedroom door in order to do
so, and I could see as I stepped out into the hallway, her door was open.
At least I was somewhat dressed now, as I figured she'd be again.

   I stepped into the doorway of her room, she was sitting there on the
edge of her bed, she at least had a large fluffy bath towel wrapped around
herself, so she wasn't exactly naked still...just naked beneath it, and
once again, my stupid prick sort of betrayed me, throbbing a bit with the
realization of that, even growing a little, though not enough to once again
embarrass the hell out of me, or totally betray my thoughts.

   "You ah...wanted to talk mom?"

   "I think we should yes...there's something I need to say to you," she
said patting the bed next to her, inviting me to sit down.  Her face was
still flushed, though again so was mine as I took a seat, trembling a bit
nervously, anxiously.  "I need to apologize to you," she said simply,
sounding obviously concerned, worried...no doubt guilty.

   "For what?  There's nothing for you to apologize for!  If anything, I
should be the one to apologize to you, for making you do something you
shouldn't have!"

   She looked at me like I'd just turned blue or something.  "Making
me...do?" She seemed to ask, still looking perplexed.  "Danny...I wanted
to, it was me remember?  You didn't ask me...I was the one who just got
in...I was the one who...who, grabbed you, you didn't say, ask..."

   She was right of course, that's what really had happened, though in my
mind, I had somehow replayed it, using my own fears, twisting things
around. Once I realized that, I sat staring at her.

   "You...you wanted to do that?" I said suddenly dumbfounded.

   Once again she was looking at me like I had lost my mind, and maybe I
had.  "For a long time now...yes.  I figured you knew that, and that was
the real reason why you felt like you needed to leave, needed to get out of
the house, no matter what.  Which is the real reason you actually married
Christy.  That IS the reason isn't it?  What you've been so afraid to tell
me, honestly, until now?"

   This was really fucked up.  Now I really was confused.  And must have
looked like it.

   "Since....since when?" I stammered.  "I mean...I left, but, shit...fuck,
sorry...I mean...I married her yes, to, to...keep from, Jesus!" I said in
exasperation.  Mom once again was wide-eyed looking at me, trying to let me
finish, but now as flustered and confused as I was.  "Damn it mom!  I left
because I wanted to be with you!  My own mother!  Not Christy!"

   There, I'd said it.  And whatever else happened now, it was out in the
open.  I couldn't take it back, couldn't change it, but in a weird way, it
actually felt good finally getting it all out in the open.

   "What?"

   Once again silence passing between us as we sat there on the bed looking
at one another.

   "You've...wanted...me?"

   "For as far back now as I can ever remember mom, yes.  I figured that if
you ever found that out, you'd disown me.  And after what had happened with
Jack, well...let's just say, I have no desire to feel what that fucking
towel feels like."

   She burst out laughing, and then I did.  And then she collapsed back
onto the bed, still laughing, and then I rolled over, not quite on top of
her, but looking at her.

   "We still have to talk, about a whole lot of things...but not right
now," she said, and then put her hands on my face, and pulled me towards
her, once again kissing me, this time passionately, not like a mom, not
like a mother...but like a woman.  And as I did that, as we kissed, I felt
movement, opened my eyes just a little, and watched as she simply undid her
robe, parting it.

   She was naked again.

   **

   "Make love to me Danny...please," she asked.  "Make love...to your
mother!  God help me...help us, but...please Danny, please.  Fuck me!"

   I was as naked as she was two seconds later.  Not even realizing when I
reached down to yank off my underwear that I was as hard as a rock again.
But I most certainly was.  Now looking down, looking at the very place I
had once come from, and was about to go back too...I felt hypnotized,
certainly mesmerized, and didn't just want to go shoving my hard dick
inside her without refamiliarizing myself with her again either.  Perhaps
expecting me to do just that, mom scooted up further onto the bed, opening
her legs, allowing herself to so uninhibitedly invite me, vulnerably. 
Flushed...anxious, certainly aroused.  Still sitting beside her for a
moment, looking at her, I could see the glistening dew of her moisture
actually seeping out, coating her lips, bathing them in an intoxicating,
liquid invitation.  Which I accepted of course, but not in quite the way
she was at that moment expecting.

   I finally rolled over between her legs, and then ran my tongue up her
split.

   "OH MY GOD!" Was all she said, and then cried out pleasurably, her hands
suddenly running through my hair, keeping me pressed against her as I
continued to tickle her, tease her, exploring her now with my tongue as I
tasted her essence for the very first time.

   As much as I hate to admit it, one of the few things I had enjoyed doing
for Christy, was going down on her.  Mostly because I liked it, though she
certainly did.  And rarely, if ever, did she actually reciprocate the same
for me.  Usually nothing more than a brief interlude of what I knew she
felt was necessary foreplay, before just climbing on top.  Never once had I
ever come in her mouth, something that was simply unthinkable for her to
do. But I still enjoyed tonguing her never the less.  One of the few real
highlights of our marriage.  But now...here I was, doing that, and enjoying
it even more, oh yes..."far fucking more!" I thought to myself as I lay
there between mom's legs, running my tongue up and down that sweet tasting
furrow.  Shaven, which was a bit of a surprise as even Christy hadn't done
that, preferring a 'landing strip,' as it was called, which I personally
found silly.  I'd always enjoyed either or...as opposed to that.  And now,
here I was, licking my own mother's cunt, running my tongue up to her clit,
lapping at it, and then gingerly, softly, sucking it.

   Now I knew mom never was a prude.  And that there was a down to earth
openness about her.  Always had been.  Not like she didn't cuss, because
she did, and threw as many "F" bombs around as Kathy and I called them, as
anyone else did, especially when she was frustrated, or tired, or had had
"one of those days." So it's not like I hadn't heard her say fuck before.
But...the way she was saying it now, and the meaning in the way she was
saying it, was like erotic, blissful, beautiful music to my ears.

   "Oh fuck, baby!  Baby!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh my god yes!  Eat my cunt baby! 
Fuck me with your tongue, your fingers!  Suck me...suck my clit, suck
it...eat it...fuck it!  Finger it!  Make me cum!"

   Man...she ran off a string of erotic, sensual sounding words in a way
I'd never heard her use before.  And for the briefest of moments, I
actually was jealous again.  Jealous of any man who had ever heard her say
that, speak like that.  But then I chased those thoughts away, somehow I
knew...even without asking, she'd never called any one of those guys baby,
and meant it the way she said in saying it to me.

   "Lick me baby...lick me...eat me honey, eat your mothers cunt!"

   **

   As worked up as she was, (though I'd like to think it was my now rapidly
flicking tongue on her clit!) with the sexual tension in the air, the
sudden realizations we'd just both experienced, and the now out in the open
knowledge of everything...mom and I both had just given ourselves over to
this unbridled pleasure.  Needless to say...it didn't take long.  Moments
later, mom's hands were once again pulling on my scalp, literally humping
herself up now against me, mashing her pussy against my face,
grinding...humping, me holding on, now sucking her clit, hard, harder still
as she implored me into doing so as she came.

   "Oh my god Danny!  Danny!  DANNNNNNNNNNNNNY!" She exploded my name
orgasmic in nature, as she wailed out at the top of her lungs, soaking me,
along with everything else.  As I now discovered something else I'd never
known about mom.  She was a squirter!

   Even after she had finished spending herself against me, I continued to
lay there, lapping up all that sweet glorious juice, softly still
exploring, drinking, sucking up her nectar wherever I could find it hiding
within the folds of her slick juicy pussy.

   Finally she reached down forcing me away.  I looked up, my face
glistening with her juice, I could feel it, sense it, smell it and still
taste it.

   "Now...come make love to me," she said as though reciting a prayer.  I
lifted up, still on my knees, moving into and between her.  My cock
throbbed, the head more swollen and purple than I'd ever seen it, even in
the shower.  Mom looked down, gasping as she did.  She reached out, taking
it in her hand, placing it against the lips of her cunt, rubbing it up and
down, teasing herself.  "I helped in bringing you into this world, out of
this same very place.  And now more than anything Danny, I want to be the
one to bring you back into it."

   I waited, content to do so, enjoying the feel of her hand on me again as
she teased me, teased herself, just rubbing the tip up and down her
succulent, hot, wet split.  I was thankful I had come a short while
earlier, not yet fighting for control, even as good as this felt.  Enjoying
the ride, the tease...the sensual playfulness my own mother's hand was
giving me.  I felt her lips suck, caress, encompass and surround the head
of my dick, heard the juicy, erotic, decadent sounds she made with it,
sounds she made herself.  Hot naughty sucking sounds, slick sounds,
slippery obscene, vulgar, beautiful sounds as she introduced my cock into
her pussy.  I felt the head ease inside, her hand still holding, guiding me
inch by precious inch until she could no longer continue holding onto it.

   "Fuck me now Danny!  Fuck me!  Spear me with that sweet cock of yours!"

   I drove home.  I buried myself fully, deeply into my mother womb.  I
knocked at the door of her cervix, she answered, she invited me in.  She
smothered me with her caress, clenching me, her muscles working around and
about me.  And I fucked her.  Slowly...smoothly, without fanfare, without
urgency, without fear, guilt or worry.  I fucked my mother's cunt.  I
fucked her, and made love to her, and she fucked me back, and made love to
me back.  For what felt like a glorious eternity.

   How we managed it, I don't know, but we came together without words,
without warning, just coming...spraying together.  Me inside, squirting
what I knew was another voluminous load.  She in kind, spraying me, her own
female nectar fighting for escape, the liquid pleasure of her own pearly
orgasm finding its way around my hard stiff shaft, bathing my balls in
another shower as I drove home, in and out, steady...constant, never
relenting even as the last spurt flew from the tip of my cock, as the last
squirt of her cunt made its way past my dick soaking me in kind.  Only then
did we each hold still, basking in the heat, the juice, the aroma and sound
of our respective, collective breaths as we each fought for sanity.  And
then we kissed again, tenderly...lovingly.

   "I so love you mom," I told her.  Meaning it in an entirely different
way, unlike any way I had ever said it before.

   "I love you too Danny," she responded in kind.  And even in the way she
said it back to me, I heard it said differently, meant differently, than
anyway she'd ever expressed it before.

   Even then it was a while before either one of us moved.  Not until my
cock did it for us, slipping out of her with a wet squishy plop, deflated
now, almost entirely, likewise satiated, content...thoroughly spent, as we
both were.

   "We'd ah...best get cleaned up, air the room out a little," she laughed.
"Kathy will be home within the hour," she now reminded me, and in doing
so...likewise reminding me, we still had things to discuss, especially with
regards to my sister.

   "After she heads off to work...we still need to talk, need to discuss
all this, what it means, where it goes from here...if, that's where you
want it to go," she added.

   "I do," I said simply.  "I can't go back mom...not now, not ever again,
unless of course..."

   She shushed me, placing her fingers against my lips.  "Later, we'll
discuss it all later.  Right now, we really do need to wash off the sex
smells, clean up, and then I need to get working on dinner before your
sister gets home."

   With that, she sat up, pulling me up out of bed with her.  "Now...help
me strip the sheets off the bed!"

   **

   Kathy was indeed a whole other concern.  Something we surely would have
to consider, and figure into the equation.  Though I had enjoyed what had
just happened with mom, more than anything I ever felt possible to enjoy
with her, I also knew...the ramifications of that could prove out to be
devastating to my sister if she ever found out.  And there again, hurting
her in any way was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

   Although we had over the past year or so grown distant, and with good
reasons, it hadn't always been like that between us.  Even as kids, we
hardly if ever fought.  Always close, always sharing, and in time, always
there for one another, sharing secrets...more importantly keeping them,
building trust.  When puberty hit, we even managed to work through all that
together as well.  Close enough to discuss things, talk about things that
most of the time we only shared or discussed with our closest friends.  It
had always been like that between us, right up until the time I had decided
to get married, announced it.  Only then had Kathy seemingly pulled away,
no longer sharing much if anything with me, her fears and concerns spoken
of only once in a last ditch effort, and then after that...hardly a single
word in concern or question.  And certainly never again after that,
anything about herself, or where she was in her life.  That now...became
private, secretive, unlike ever before.

   I remembered her twenty-first birthday, almost as though it were
yesterday.  Just a few short months before Christy and I were married. 
Looking back on it now, I wondered even then if she wasn't trying to warn
me, somehow save me from myself in the only way that she felt she possibly
could.

   Now, finally at legal age to actually drink, she had made plans to "go
out" and do so.  Mom's concern, worry...and insistence that she stay at
home and do it there...especially for the first time, and especially as she
knew, Kathy would no doubt go overboard, finally won out.  Though not
without my own help and cooperation.  She'd managed to convince me to stick
around and more or less chaperone, the small little party mom had agreed to
let Kathy have.  But even then, with strict rules about anyone driving home
who didn't have a sober ride.  Rooms made ready for those who couldn't. 
Assurances from me that I wouldn't let anyone go who'd been drinking,
driving themselves.  And then of course...looking after my sister without
being too horribly obvious about it, even though she knew I'd be there,
keeping an eye out for her.  Only then had mom relented, making herself
scarce, spending the evening out with one of her few and rare girlfriends.

   Sure enough, as the night wore on, Kathy got more and more tipsy,
finally to the point where she couldn't walk without help.  She had finally
stumbled into the coffee table, knocking it over, falling, though
thankfully there was nothing on it she could break, and even more
importantly she hadn't broken anything on herself.

   But the party was officially over with after that.  Those who could
safely drive, did so...taking others, thankfully, and gratefully, leaving
no one else behind to spend the night.  Kathy by now half collapsed on the
couch, where I was tempted to simply cover her up, leaving her there.  But
then remembering one of my own similar experiences when I'd just turned
twenty-one.  I didn't figure that mom would appreciate Kathy puking all
over her nice white couch, or onto her expensive shag carpeting then as
well.  So I helped her up, half carrying, supporting, and led her upstairs
to her own room, grabbing a bucket first, just in case she might need it
later on.

   Once inside her room, she had staggered away from me, pushing off.  I
figured she would simply collapse there down into her bed.  Only then would
I cover her, tuck her in for the night, and place the large pale by her
bedside on the floor where hopefully she'd discover it, should it be
needed. I stood there waiting for her to fall over, but instead, she seemed
to stagger, holding her own for a moment, and then surprised me, reaching
up, beginning to undo the buttons on the blouse she was wearing, oblivious
perhaps to my presence, or not realizing I was watching her doing that.

   It was like being a deer caught in the headlights.  I didn't know what
to do for a moment, warn her...remind her, tell her I was still there, or
wait...watch, allow myself this unfair moment, this perverted act of
decadence, taking advantage of my sister's inebriation.

   It wasn't like we hadn't seen one another before either.  Just like mom,
we'd walked in on one another in the bathroom, or bedrooms, or
inadvertently come home at strange times, catching each other running about
in our underwear, or sometimes less.  Neither Kathy nor I had made a big
deal out of any of that either, always laughing it off, teasing one another
about it afterwards perhaps.  Or thoughtfully reminding ourselves of the
far more intimate discussions we'd had when questions or curiosities arose,
coming to one another first, even before going to mom should we want to ask
or inquire about something, usually of a sexual nature.

   But this...this was different.  Somehow it was different, seeing Kathy
actually undressing herself, or at least trying to anyway, right there in
front of me.  She'd managed to undo her blouse, now standing there in her
bra, even though it concealed her smaller breasts, just seeing my sister in
her bra sent impure thoughts coursing through my head.

   "Kathy," I said, trying to let her know I was there, that I could see at
least this much.  All she did was smile, holding out her arms towards me.

   "Help me Danny, help me...I'm drunk I'm think," she said mixing her
words, and then laughing about it, realizing that she had.  "An...an, well,
I don't want to sleep in my clothes.  You're my brother Danny, it's ok,
you've seen me in my...  in my birthday suit," she said laughing again, for
some reason finding that funny now.  "Come on Danny, help out a sister
here, help me get into my jammies, ok?"

   "Ok sis," I laughed, seeing her helplessness, glad in a way she was
aware of my presence and felt good enough, comfortable enough, to ask for
my help.  "Which ones do you want to wear?" I asked reaching her dresser
drawer, pulling it out.

   "My...my Care Bears," she said, giggling.  I shook my head.  She really
was drunk.  Kathy hadn't had that set of pajama's for years now.  Maybe she
was remembering back to earlier days, I was still chuckling when I turned
around to face her, ready to ask her again, or suggest something.  She'd
managed to take her blouse the rest of the way off, along with her bra. 
She now stood there, topless...her pert young breasts sticking out at me. I
think I froze in place for a moment, looking at her, seeing her smiling at
me, one hand on her hip as though trying to strike a seductive pose,
failing miserably as she nearly toppled over, losing her balance.  She
composed herself regaining her balance, although barely, wavering, almost
toppling again, still trying to look sexy.  "So...big brotha...you like
watcha see?" She said slurring her words, trying to look sexy, looking
ridicules instead, though she made me laugh, made me smile in the process.

   "Oh, are YOU so going to hate yourself in the morning!" I told her,
walking over now, totally giving up on trying to find her some pajama's to
sleep in.  If nothing else, I'd at least push her down into bed before she
fell down, and then just yank her jeans off.  She'd have to be content with
sleeping in a pair of panties, and no bra, though she might indeed be
grateful for that later in the event she eventually threw up.

   That was the idea anyway as I reached her.  Instead, she basically threw
her arms out, wrapping herself around my neck, pulling me close towards
her. The feel of her breasts unexpectedly mashing against my chest, her
liquor tasting mouth suddenly coming down on mine, her lips searching,
hungry, as she tried kissing me.

   "Kathy!" I said pulling away, forcing her away as I did with my hands,
which then succeeded in doing what I thought she'd do, as she toppled over,
onto the bed.  She was laughing however, making it a game...reaching out
towards me, one hand doing a "come here" finger invitation, the other now
cupping her breast, doing an invitation to that.

   "Come on Danny, come here.  Come take your sisters birthday cherry
Danny. Wouldn't you like that?  Wouldn't you like to stick your horny, hard
cock inside your own sister's pussy?  Take my cherry Danny?  Please Danny
please?  Come fuck me for my birthday?  Give me the only birthday present I
really want from you?"

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing, even though I knew she was really
drunk, and probably wouldn't remember a word of this in the morning.  At
least I hoped she wouldn't, and I already knew I was going to pretend she
hadn't said what I'd just heard her say.

   And I also knew, I wasn't about to help her take her jeans off either.
Bad enough I was looking at her tits as she offered them to me.

   Only now she had reached down to unbutton them herself, hunching her ass
up, lifting, trying to work them down her legs, removing her panties in the
process as she did that, taking them along with.  Now she was basically
totally and completely naked, both panties and jeans bunched up somewhere
below her knees where she'd given up.  I sighed, frustrated, not being able
to just leave her laying like that, especially now, especially if she tried
to get up later and try and make it into the bathroom like that.  She was
apt to break her neck.  I had no choice, once again walking over, grabbing
her cuffs, pulling her pants the rest of the way, off, likewise bringing
her underwear with them when I did.

   "Hmmm," she moaned pleasurably, her hands now coming down between her
legs as she began stroking herself, trying to finger-fuck herself as I
folded, or rather tried to fold her jeans tossing them over the back of a
nearby chair.  Once again, for the briefest of moments, not so much
tempted, but the perv in me coming out for a moment, taking in the sight of
my sister's pussy.  The memory of it even now, still lingering.  The
contrast oddly enough.  Mom shaved, my sister natural, though neatly
trimmed perhaps.  Though at least she wasn't sporting or prone to having
one of those landing strips.

   I left her moaning in her bed with her hands between her legs.  Not that
I didn't trust her...I didn't trust myself.

   Sure enough, the next day, she was hung over...getting up once to do god
knows what, and then heading back to bed again, not waking up until around
dinner time, though even then not eating.  Neither mom nor I said a word to
her about the night before, and Kathy of course didn't mention it either,
drinking about a gallon of orange juice before heading back up to bed
again.

   The next day however, she did sort of speak to me.

   "Where you in my room the other night?  Or...was I just dreaming
something?" She asked cautiously.  "How did I get into bed anyway?"

   She wouldn't have believed me if I told her I hadn't helped her up
stairs to her room, after all, that was what I was there for.  "I helped
you," I said simply...letting her put what pieces she could put together
for herself, without any help from me.

   "So...part of it was real then."

   "I guess...depends on which part," I offered.

   "How about the part where I woke up naked.  Was that with your help?"

   I wasn't going to lie to her, after all...what was the point. 
"Well...sort of with your help, yes, but...I promise I didn't look too
long!" I said trying to make a joke out of it, which was something that mom
would have done.

   That actually didn't seem to bother her much, at least not in a bad way,
even smiling a little, though sort of sickly so as she did, reminding me of
the failed pose trying to look sexy.

   "But...nothing else right?"

   I looked at her like I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking
about.  "Nope, just patted you on the hinny, and sent you to bed," I said
in response to that.  "You were out like a light a second later."

   She seemed relieved upon hearing that, and nothing was ever said about
it again.  Though it was the last time either one of us really spoke about
much of anything after that.  A few months later, I was making the worst
mistake of my entire life.

   **

   Not too unexpectedly, though Kathy was surprised to see me sitting there
when she came home, she at least didn't do an "I told you so," either after
hearing me retell the story again.  If anything, she was sympathetic, and
like mom, happy to have me home again.  For a while anyway, though it also
meant having to share a bathroom again.

   "I do hope you at least learned how to pick up after yourself while you
were away," she poked.  "I'm through picking up your crusties off the
bathroom floor," she then added.

   "Since when have I left crusties on the floor anyway?" I charged her
back, to which mom immediately played referee, just like she'd always done,
even though this argument, like all the rest, had been in fun.

   "Alright you two...go wash up for dinner, and then help me set the
table," she said putting a stop to our rather crude conversation.  Kathy
sprinted off upstairs, me about to follow when mom's almost whispered voice
froze me in my tracks briefly.

   "No need for crusty shorts anymore anyway," she winked.  And then said,
"Now...shoo!"

   After dinner, I retold the towel portion of the story, where we once
again all laughed, making an even bigger joke out of it, imagining that
Christy very possibly had poured lighter-fluid all over the sheets, setting
them on fire, as opposed to washing them.

   "Let's hope she did that outside," mom quipped joining in, and then the
three of us bursting out laughing again.

   It was good to be home.  Especially now, though I knew there was still a
lot to talk about and discuss, which we'd be doing soon as Kathy now
scrambled to get dressed and run off to her night time waitressing job.

   "Be home late," she said unnecessarily, though she leaned over giving me
a kiss on the forehead, something she hadn't done in a very, very long
time. "Nice to have you home bro..."she said just before leaving.  And the
smile on her face told me she meant it too.

   Mom and I sat waiting until we'd heard Kathy's car pull fully out of the
drive, and then onto the street.

   "Well now," mom began.  "I guess it's time we had that little chat."

   **

   She had poured us both another glass of wine, and then sat down again.
"I think we both know that what happened today, will more than likely
happen again."

   "I certainly hope so," I told her.  And then serious, "I don't think I
could go back to pretending it never did, or wouldn't again," I said
simply. "In fact I know I couldn't.  Not after today, not after the way it
felt...the way you felt."

   "No.  And to be honest honey, I couldn't either.  But...there is your
sister."

   "Yeah, I know, I know."

   "We'll have to be careful, very...very careful.  Whatever we do, we
can't act any differently around one another while she's here.  Promise me
that."

   "I promise.  But, what when she isn't?"

   Mom smiled.  "As long as it's safe, and as long as no one ever knows,
ever hears about it...then Danny, I'm yours, whenever, and however you want
me."

   "Seriously?"

   "Seriously!"

   "You mean like now?"

   She laughed.  "That what you want?  Again?  Already?"

   I stood up, proving to her that I was.  I already had an erection, it
was pressing firmly against the front of my pants.

   Mom moaned, sitting back in her chair, the lustful look I'd seen earlier
coming back into her face.

   "Take it out for me Danny, show it to me, let me see it again, let me
see you touching yourself."

   "You...you want to ah...watch me, ah...see me playing with myself?"

   Once again she grinned.  "Oh yes, only this time...with you knowing that
I am." That one took me by surprise, even though I had already unzipped,
unbuttoned, taking it out.

   "You've seen me before?" I asked in shocked disbelief.  "When?"

   Again she laughed.  "Two summers ago, that last trip we all took
together, remember, we'd gone up to Yellowstone, rented out the cabin and
spent the week there?"

   "Yeah..." I said slowly, trying to recall.  I mean, looking back on it,
remembering, there'd been almost an infinite number of times that I had
jerked off, but as far as I knew, or could recall anyway, I never once
remember her catching me at it, or even too close around me when I had. 
"Where was I?  Where were you?"

   She was grinning, recalling it.  "It was the third or fourth day since
we got there, we'd all been out swimming in the hotel pool, remember?"

   Vaguely I did.

   "You and I had come back, done for the day, though Kathy wanted to
remain there, eyeing a few boys who were still hanging around.  I needed to
do some laundry, so I gathered up what we had, content to go down to the
small little laundry room do a load, read a book and wait for it to
finish."

   "Yeah?" Now I really was remembering.

   "Well, what you didn't know...and never knew, was that I got all the way
down there, and had forgotten my wallet, so I came back for it.  You were
in the bathroom, and the shower was running, but you weren't in it yet. 
That...and the door was still open a crack so that it wouldn't entirely
steam up the room.  I stepped over to it, admittedly tempted to see if I
could peek in on you, then inform you why I was back, and thus heading out
again.  Except when I reached the door, peering in for a moment, I saw
something else."

   I was standing there hard as a rock, stroking myself in front of her now
while she sat there watching me, telling me all this.

   "And then what?" I asked, my voice taking on a raspy sound to it,
pleasuring myself, enjoying it as I did, enjoying the sensation, knowing
mom was now watching me...truly watching me stroking my own cock.  But
that's when she reached down and lifted her tee shirt, baring her breasts
for me, and began playing with them, adding to the thrill of this.

   "It was pretty naughty to be honest with you, looking back on it now. 
At first, I couldn't quite figure out what you were really doing.  I
thought initially, peeing...or starting to, before getting into the shower.
You were standing over the bowl, just like you might if you were trying to
ensure that you weren't going to pee on the floor.  Except for the fact,
you had one hand on the wall in front of you, your legs were bent slightly
at the knee, your other hand obviously moving, up and down...stroking your
cock, aiming it towards the bowl.  Your head was tilted back slightly, your
eyes were closed.  You were jerking off."

   I clearly recalled it now, remembering.  "And then what?"

   "I just stood there watching you, growing horny as hell, though I didn't
dare do anything about it just then, and besides, you were already close. I
could tell by the way you suddenly slowed down, now looking down,
expectantly, watching yourself, watching your sperm suddenly start shooting
out of your cock, into the bowl.  I imagined it was me you were squirting
it on..."

   "I was imagining that too!" I told her.  Because I had been.

   "Well, you don't have to imagine it anymore," she told me.  "Now, come
over here, and squirt all over mommies tits!"

   Watching her play with her boobs, me standing there in front of her,
jacking myself off was hot as hell.  Especially when she shared with me how
she'd later on gone into the bathroom herself, stepping into the shower,
and then masturbated herself...while thinking of me doing what I did. 
She'd even hoped to find some small remnant, some trace of my ejaculation,
though unfortunately, there hadn't been one.  Moments later, I was gushing
all over her, squirting all over her tits in thick copious spurts that
saturated both breasts, and then some.  "Fucking A!" I announced, no longer
worried about using the "F" word in front of her.  After all...

   And then she lifted one breast up, large enough, pliable enough to do
so, and began licking my cream off it, cleaning it up herself.  Had I been
able to, I'd have come again, adding more to it...it was that fucking hot!

   And then she peeled her pants off, and began masturbating for me. 
"Wanna watch?"

   "Are you kidding?  Hell yes!"

   "It's apt to get pretty messy here in a moment."

   "Oh, and like mine wasn't?"

   "Good point," she laughed.  And then said, looking me straight in the
face as she said it.  "Where would you like it?"

   Who'd have thought?

   **

   After we had cleaned up the mess we'd both made, I took her hand as she
led me back up the stairs to her room.

   "Think you can fuck me?" she asked, then answered her own question,
looking back and down at me.  I was already starting to get hard again. 
"Never mind...foolish of me to ask.  But...how would you like to do it this
time?"

   "Any position?"

   "Just name it, however, and wherever you want to."

   I was joking around, sort of.  "Can I...fuck you in the ass?"

   She nearly stumbled on the stairs hearing that one, stopped turning
towards me.  "Even...Jack," she paused saying his name instead of anything
else, "Never did that to me," she stated.  "Why don't we stick to the
basics here at first, give me a while to think about that one," she now
added, telling me as she did...the thought of it wasn't entirely out of the
question, not just yet anyway.

   "I was only teasing," I answered back.

   "Ah huh...and what else wouldn't your idiotic wife do for you?"

   "Well...for one, she never did give me a decent blowjob either!"

   That one stopped her at the top of the stairs.  "Never?  I mean...you've
never come in a woman's mouth?"

   "Nope!"

   "Forget fucking for the moment...we've still got plenty of time for that
before Kathy gets home.  Right now, momma needs to show her boy what the
hell he's been missing!"

   **

   I really had NO clue!  And now I had a much better understanding of the
term, "making your toes curl," mine had...and without purposely making them
do it.  The fact that mom had done things to my prick that I'd never felt
before was just the icing on the cake.  The way she pleasured me with her
tongue and lips was beyond anything I'd ever felt before.  Whatever it was
that Christy thought she was doing, was kindergarten material.  Mom had a
Masters Degree when it came to sucking cock.  And though I don't consider
myself as having a really big dick, though she said it was, she somehow
managed to pretty much swallow the length of it, sucking me that way too. I
honestly thought I had died and gone to heaven.  When my orgasm began, it
started in my toes...curling them, and they remained that way as the orgasm
washed over me like a tidal wave.  Not only did I see stars, I'm pretty
sure I heard trumpets blowing somewhere off in the distance.  I had never
felt anything like it.  Though I am also pretty sure, mom hadn't been fully
prepared for the deluge of cum that poured out of my cock, and down her
throat either.  Some of which she couldn't contain, dripping out of her
mouth and down onto her breasts.  I thought she looked sexy as hell sitting
there like that afterwards.

   "Hmmm, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all," she said several
minutes later, her hand still fondling and playing with my dick, though it
was spent, about as limp as it could possibly be as she waggled it back and
forth, lifeless...dead.  She had literally sucked the life out of me.  She
laughed though, seemingly pleased with herself, and what she'd done to me.
And though we still had some time before Kathy got home, I think every bone
in my entire body had liquefied.  I remained laying in mom's bed, a pool of
total and complete euphoria.

   Even when she hinted at the fact that she might let me have her
ass...even that didn't raise the dead.  She had done the one thing I never
thought possible, Beauty had slain the Beast.  As such, she then simply
snuggled up in bed next to me, spooning me from behind as we snuggled and
snoozed until the alarm went off, which seemed like only minutes after
she'd set it.

   "Come on honey...time for you to get up and move into your own room. 
Kathy could be home anytime now."

   It took superhuman effort even then for me to finally roll out of bed.
Kissing her again, lingering as we did that, it took the opening of the
front door to give me an energy boost as I hurriedly padded down the hall
into my own room, and collapsed gratefully into my own bed.  I was soon
fast asleep.

   I didn't know it at the time, but I wouldn't have the opportunity to
fuck mom again until three days later.

   **

   Monday evening mom announced that she'd been called away to go out of
town for two days.  And though I wasn't really thrilled with her being
away, it also came at the best time for it since she had to.  Kathy had the
next two evenings off work, so she'd also be home, and as she currently
wasn't dating, or seeing anyone...the likelihood of her going out was
remote at best.

   And I didn't have the best start to my week either.  I'd spent a minimal
amount of time arguing with a pleading Christy over the phone.  No way in
hell was I going back to that.  Another call with an attorney mom hooked me
up with started the ball rolling in that area too.  And then of course
there was school for me, and my own part time job at the hardware store. 
As such, I had gotten home tired, emotionally exhausted and spent.  I
decided to lie down, take a little nap, and then wait for my sister to get
home before ordering the pizza we'd agreed on for dinner that evening.

   I lay, tossing and turning.  Even as tired as I was, sleep eluded me. 
What didn't, was the thoughts of my mother.  Things we'd done, shared,
experienced together monopolized my mind.  No surprise that I soon found
myself laying in my bed with a very needful, urgent erection.  I decided to
enjoy a bit of stress relief, which if nothing else might finally help to
relax me enough to actually fall asleep for a bit, and then stripped down,
crawling back up into my bed totally naked.  I proceeded to enjoy a rather
nice, long leisurely stroke, my mind focused, images of mom and I doing
things, some of which we hadn't even done yet, as I wandered off into a
whole new world of fantasy.

   When the simple knock came, along with the door opening, it took me a
moment for the conscious side of me to realize it had.  By then of course,
it was already too late.  I really had to start locking my door, though
that would only serve to no doubt raise suspicion anyway.  Still...better
that perhaps that having Kathy walk into my room, catching me with dick in
hand, which is exactly what she'd done.

   There was nothing to grab to really cover up with either.  I was laying
on top of the coverings for one thing, and for another, I was too shocked
to move for a moment anyway.  Looking over at my sister as she stood there
in the doorway, looking back at me.  I expected her to turn, probably run
screaming into the night, but she didn't.  Instead, she came in, closing
the door behind her, and then leaned against it.

   "Don't stop on my account," she said simply now smiling.  The thing was,
she had the same look on her face that I'd become accustomed to seeing in
moms.

   I still held my cock, but more as a means of concealing it as opposed to
continue playing with it, though perhaps sitting there like that acted as
some sort of encouragement for my sister.  To my own disbelief, I now
watched her as she slid her hand down the waistband of the lavender
colored, velour shorts she was wearing, along with a matching top that
hugged her ample chest nicely.  Images of her standing there, racing
through my head like an express train as I tried in vain to digest what the
hell she was doing here.

   "Kathy," I somehow managed, shock and surprise clearly registering in my
face.

   "Keep going, I've always wanted to watch you do that."

   "Kathy!" I said again, a bit more firmly this time, trying to somehow
push through the lusty fugue she had placed herself in.  "I can't...we
can't...you can't!" I added, still watching her as she even then didn't
stop, didn't desist.  Her hand continued to move quite obviously between
her legs as she stood there fingering herself.

   "Why not?  We're not really doing anything," she implied her free hand
now lifting the top she was wearing up and over her breasts, revealing them
to me, confirming what I already suspected, that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts certainly weren't as big and full as mom's were, still having
that youthful appearance and look to them, unlike the more mature, hate to
say it..."motherly" look to them that mom's had.  But...they were damn
cute, perky...twin little hard tipped points just waiting to be sucked,
licked, and played with.  My cock throbbed, but rather than enticing me, it
acted as a reminder as to what she was doing to herself while I lay there
watching her.

   "I'm your brother!" I said like that made any difference.

   "So?  I'm your sister...your very horny sister, who's always had a crush
on her own big brother.  There, I said it...how's that grab you?" She asked
suggestively, though making reference to my hard cock.  "Though by the
looks of it, you already are grabbing it.  Come on Danny, stroke it for me,
let me see you do it."

   There was no fucking way.  I finally slid out of bed, standing up, no
longer shy or concerned about her seeing me, after all...she'd already seen
enough as it was.  "You need to leave," I said sternly, seeing the shocked,
hurt look on her face after having said that.  She burst into tears,
turned, and then opened the door, racing down the hallway back to her room
where I heard her open it, and then slam it seconds later.

   "FUCK!" I actually shouted out.  I knew then there was no way I could
leave it like this.  I had hurt my sister, I was a fucking hypocrite on top
of everything else, though I sure as hell wasn't about to tell her that, or
why.  What I hoped to do, was reason with her, calm her down, tell her I
was sorry, and hope to repair this little episode before it got blown way
out of proportion.  I didn't bother getting dressed, simply pulling up a
pair of discarded underwear as my only covering and then headed down the
hall to her room.  I stood outside her door, and knocked.  "Kathy?"

   "Go away!" Came her reply.

   "Kathy please...we need to talk!"

   "Go away!" She said again.  "There's...there's nothing to talk about! 
I'm a pervert, a freak, a sick twisted freak!" She screamed out at me
through the door.  I winced, hearing the very words I had called myself.

   "No you're not Kathy, now please...let me in, I need to..." I wasn't
sure what I needed to do, what could I say?  I knew exactly how she felt.
"Please Kathy," I asked again, though silence followed for a moment longer.

   "It's...not locked."

   I had expected it to be of course, but that told me upon hearing it,
that perhaps she was half hoping I would come to her room.  I turned the
knob, opened the door stepping inside.  She was naked, laying on top of her
bed, legs spread, glaring at me.

   "You wanna talk?  Then you'll have to do it, looking at me like this. 
Looking at your sick, twisted perverted little sister who's got a thing for
her own brother!"

   I knew then I was going to hell.  I stepped into her room and closed the
door behind me.

   **

   "You're not sick...or twisted, or perverted Kathy," I told her.  "Trust
me."

   "Yeah?  And why should I?"

   I was digging a hole here, and I knew it.  And I couldn't very well tell
her the real reason behind that either, so I stretched the truth just a
little, hoping that when I did, I would at least defuse the situation here
somewhat.  Prepared to make reasonable concessions if I had to, though I
was still hoping to walk away from this without doing anything stupid.

   "Because I've had the same thoughts myself, that's why.  I just never
acted on them."

   "About me?"

   "Yeah Kathy...about you."

   At least she had stopped crying, wiping her face, a small smile actually
creeping into it instead.  "So I'm not...horrible?  Evil?  Wicked?"

   "No more than I am," I responded back.  "There's nothing wrong with
having the thoughts Kathy, obviously we both have, did...it's just that,
well...you know, it would make things really complicated, for...for
everyone."

   "Not if we don't let it."

   "My point exactly." But I knew even as I said that, that's not what she
had meant by it.  She spread her legs even further, her hand slipping down
between them, spreading herself, already beginning to finger-play with her
obviously wet juicy split.

   "Then please Danny, please.  Let me watch you...see you, prove to me,
you're just as sick and perverted as I am."

   Against my better judgment, and all reasoning, I slid my underwear back
down my legs.  "Just this Kathy!  I mean it, nothing else."

   She was grinning from ear to ear.  "Ok," she said simply, and then
really began working on herself.  Admittedly it was fucking hot, standing
there watching my sister pleasuring herself.  My cock thinking for me now,
hard...stiff, throbbing as I began fisting it.  "Not there...here," she
said scooting over on the bed.  "Lay on your side next to me so we can
truly watch one another."

   Once again I felt I was tempting fate here, but I was committed now, too
late to turn back, avoid this.  All I could do was hope that once we'd done
it...watched each other, that reasoning would return, and that perhaps
later, while sharing a pizza perhaps, better minds would prevail and we
could then sit down, discuss it rationally, and somehow avoid letting
anything escalate.  Or so I hoped anyway.

   I walked over and crawled into bed next to my sister.  I could hear her.
Hear the sounds she was making, so wet...so slick, so wonderfully juicy as
I now in kind once again began stroking my dick for her while she watched.
I felt the bubble of lubrication emerge from the tip of my cock, using it
to further slick the head of my very aroused dick with.  I smeared it,
teasing myself, eyes glued on Kathy as she did the same.  I watched her
retrieve some of her own feminine cream, watched as she applied that to
each one of her hard extended nipples, teasing them both into an even
greater firmness, hearing her moan, sigh upon doing that.

   "You're so fucking hard!" She exclaimed looking at me, and then slid two
fingers inside herself, purposely working her cunt, yes...enticing me as
she did, causing herself to make even more lewd, erotic sounds as she
finger-fucked her pussy.

   "And you're fucking juicy!" I responded in kind, my mind a blur now, all
thoughts of reasoning and sanity having flown right out the window.  Only
once before, not counting her drunken stupor the night of her birthday
party, had I seen...caught her masturbating.  Something she reminded me of
when she spoke.

   "I watched you once, sort of..." she began, when you didn't know that I
was.  But not like this," she added.  "Not where I could really see you,
really enjoy you while you did." I actually laughed at that, that was twice
now.  I wondered how many other times I'd actually been found out,
apparently I hadn't been as cautious or as careful as I thought I'd been.
But I answered hers with one of my own.

   "I caught you once doing it too, but yeah...not exactly like this
either, but I did watch you once, for a while...saw you when you came."

   "No shit?  Really?  Where?  When?" She actually said excitedly rather
than being embarrassed, now clearly anxious for me to tell her, which
obviously was now heightening her arousal.

   But I had a double whammy for her, and at first, wondered if it was a
very smart thing to do, to bring up...to once and for all confess to her I
had seen her doing something which at the time, had indeed shocked and
surprised me.  And yet...later, afterwards, also became a periodic
masturbation fantasy for me.  I hesitated actually telling her, wondering
if I could, or should make something else up instead, but then I
figured...she'd probably know I was lying.

   "Come on, tell me Danny...when did you catch me doing it?"

   God I was bad...digging an even deeper hole for myself perhaps, but I
told her.  "Wasn't just you Kathy...I caught you and our cousin, Janice."
Her eyes opened wide.  She knew, and she now knew what I knew.  Shortly
after she had turned eighteen, when our cousin of the same age, a few
months older is all, had come for a visit as had mom's sister, my Aunt
Beth. They'd come out for Kathy's eighteenth birthday and spent the week
with us at our place.  Janice and Kathy of course had doubled up in her
room.  Aunt Beth taking my room, leaving me out on the couch, though I
didn't mind doing that.  But it was the first night they were here when I
accidentally overheard a conversation between the two of them.  I had gone
upstairs in the middle of the night to take a pee.  I noticed that a
subdued light was still coming from beneath the door leading into their
room as I began passing by, and then heard the two of them clearly
whispering.  They were far from ready to fall asleep.  And the natural
nature of me being me at the time, I was curious as to what it was they
might be discussing.  I actually got down on the floor with my ear now
facing towards the one or two inch opening.  Having done that, it was very
easy to hear the two of them far more clearly now.

   "So...so how long have you known this?" Kathy was asking.

   "I don't know...forever maybe," Janice responded back.  "I've never
really been attracted to boys, especially when I hit puberty.  I'd always,
always found myself a lot more interested in girls, and not the silly stuff
either.  I hung with guys...but I looked at girls the same way they did. 
After a while, I just accepted it, and knew what I was."

   "Wow...does Aunt Beth know?"

   "Yeah, we talked about it, she's ok with it...as long as I am."

   "So...so you've ah...done stuff?  With other girls?"

   "Oh hell yes!  And I love it!" Janice said a bit too loudly as Kathy
cautioned her to tone it down, though they both began giggling.

   "What's it...what's it like?" She asked.

   "It's wonderful...if you weren't my cousin, I'd be tempted to show you."
Once again they laughed, nervously, though I now found myself digging a
hole in the floor as I lay there listening to them.  "All this sex talk IS
making me horny though...I am tempted to take out my toy and get myself off
with it."

   "What toy?" Kathy now asked.  "You actually use a toy?"

   "Yeah!  Don't you?"

   "I don't...I don't have one, never used one before," Kathy admitted.

   "No shit!  Really?  Not ever?"

   She must have been shaking her head no, as I heard no reply.

   "Want to try mine?"

   More laughter, though I was hoping like all get out that she would, even
if I didn't get to see it, at least I hoped I'd be able to hear it.  But
then things got a whole lot better.  I heard what had to be Janice briefly
slip out of bed, padding over on bare feet to the dresser she was using,
rummaging around in it for a moment, and then padding back to the bed
again.

   "Oh my god!  Is this it?"

   "Yeah, here...feel this," Janice turned it on.  I could easily hear the
fairly loud buzzing that came from it as Kathy squealed, almost yelling,
telling her to turn it off again.

   "It's too loud!  Turn it off!  Turn it off before someone hears it!" She
said toning her own voice down.  Admittedly, having heard it worried me a
little too.  Mom's room, and mine...were just down the hall.

   "Ok fine...but I really do need to get off.  Where can we go so no one
can hear it when we use this?"

   More silence, but then Kathy said, "I know...come with me.  We'll go
outside!"

   As quick as a bunny, and as quiet as I could, I scampered back down the
stairs just making it to the couch when I heard the soft gentle creak of
footsteps on the stairs above me.  They were being as quiet as they could
be, overly cautious, but then again, I was supposedly sleeping down on the
couch in the living room.  They wouldn't have to go past me either,
slipping by in the hallway, and then out the back door.  I knew where they
were headed.

   I waited until I heard the screen door quietly closing before getting
up. Having a pretty good idea of where it was they were going, I went out
the front door, and then around the side of the house, coming up along side
of the garage, and then out onto the patio.  We had a tall hedge running
along the side of the property, but that afforded me the concealment of
creeping up on them as sure enough, I saw both Janice and my sister sitting
down in the porch swing we had out back.  Well concealed where it was
against normally prying eyes, not to mention the fact they were well now
away from the other side of the house where all the bedrooms where.  It was
a relatively safe place for the two of them to be.  Even when Janice turned
on the vibrator again, it didn't sound nearly as loud as it had in a still
quiet house.

   I crept closer, now less than ten or fifteen feet away.  A full moon
providing me with more than enough light to see them by.

   "Ok, show me...show me how you use it," Kathy asked excitedly.  And then
I knelt there, watching her do that, watching my lesbian cousin as I'd come
to find out, as she began showing her cousin, my sister, how it felt to
fuck yourself using a vibrator.  Obviously it was the first, and certainly
not the last time Kathy ever had.  Though she didn't insert it however,
which I didn't know or really understand at the time.  After all, she was
still a virgin at the time.

   "You don't have to put it in either," Janice informed her.  "Most of the
time, I don't.  I just like the way it tickles my clit...like this, see?"

   "Oh...good.  Because I wouldn't do that, I couldn't," she confessed,
telling her cousin in an instant that she still was a virgin, though most
of that had all escaped me at the time.

   "OK, now you try it," Janice offered passing off the toy to my sister,
as I continued to kneel there in the grass behind the hedge watching the
two of them.  Watching until I had seen them both climax, quietly as much
as they could, but seeing and hearing them all the same.  I had joined them
as well, though they never knew that of course, shooting off into the
grass, squirting a gallon of semen, just as I saw, and then heard my own
sister come.

   **

   "I wish I'd known that," Kathy now told me.  "That would have been hot,
hot as hell, knowing you where there, watching me...watching us."

   "Probably not at the time," I told her.  "Though yeah, it really was
pretty fucking hot back then, and admittedly sis, I did jerk off several
times afterwards while thinking about that."

   "No shit?  Really?  You did?"

   "Many times!" Though I couldn't help wondering as I said that, if I'd
actually done myself more harm than good here.  I decided to try changing
the subject a little before we went off in a more dangerous direction.  "I
wonder if Janice is still living with that girlfriend of hers?"

   "Last I heard when speaking to mom, after she'd talked with her
sister...she still was yes.  Guess she found out she truly was a lesbian
after all."

   "Yeah, I guess she did," I said still remembering back.  "So...tell me
Kathy, was that the only thing the two of you did while she was here?" My
cock was betraying me.  I was too fucking aroused with the idea that
perhaps they really had done more than just masturbating in front of one
another, now knowing what I did know about my cousin.

   I saw my sister smile, and knew in an instant, it wasn't.  "No...but
let's save that story for later.  Right now...I'm so fucking horny, that I
need to cum.  And I need to see you cum while I do," she then stated. 
"So...will you...for me?  Please?"

   "Yeah, I'm almost there now myself," I informed her.  "I probably need
to get something though before I do."

   "No...please don't.  Like I said, I want to watch you, actually see it
spurt," she paused.  "You...can come on my tits if you'd like," she
suggested.

   It was...too tempting of an offer not too.  Especially if she wanted to
actually watch me squirting.

   "OK, you're sure?  I do tend to come quite a lot."

   "Oh fuck!  Then do it Danny!  Do it!  Show me!  I want to see you
squirting as I get myself off!"

   It wasn't more than a few minutes later that I was.  Admittedly it was
erotic, hot...definitely naughty, as I lay there beside my sister, pumping
my prick, watching it squirt, watching it as we both did, as I lay tracer
after tracer of white hot creamy sperm all over my sister's breasts.  The
moment I began doing so, she too began to climax, moaning audibly, deeply,
wildly as she did.

   And then the guilt set it.  Maybe I really was a twisted pervert, even
more so than my sister.  A reminder that Kathy could never ever find out
about mom and me.

   **

   After we had finally cleaned up and dressed, though for Kathy, that
consisted of nothing more than a pair of panties, though I groaned upon
seeing her when she came down to the kitchen to join me for pizza.  And not
in a good way either.  I really was hoping to have a more mature, serious
discussion with her.  Seeing her topless, those cute tits of hers still
sticking out, wasn't going to make that very damn easy.  I had at least
slipped back into some real clothes, now wearing a pair of shorts and a
pull over tee shirt.

   "Oh damn...I was hoping you'd at least stay in your underwear," she told
me.  "Thought we could like sort of have a pajama party while we ate our
pizza, watched a movie or something..." she emphasized the word a bit too
obviously.

   Having at least climaxed, I was thinking a bit more clearly at least. 
"For one...I'm spent.  And for two...you promised Kathy, nothing
else...remember?" She was pouting, as she tore off a slice of pizza,
handing me one.

   "We'll see," she said, and then headed off towards the den, turning on
the TV.  "Come on Danny...come watch a movie with me."

   Even as I grabbed the rest of the pizza and drinks, following her into
the den, I had the feeling that this wasn't over with yet.  And far from
it. And worse...that we weren't going to have a sit down, serious
discussion here either.  I was already wishing I'd just let her cry it out
alone in her bedroom rather than doing what I'd done...allowing things to
happen the way that they had.  I was already feeling guilty enough as it
was.  Not for what the two of us had done, which in the grand scheme of
things, was nothing in comparison to what mom and I had done.  But that was
the real issue here anyway.  I knew that if Kathy ever found out, it was
apt to destroy her, destroy this family.  And god help me...mom certainly
didn't deserve that.  I began thinking that it might be best for me to find
another place after all, and soon too, before disaster struck.

   I had no idea, that was just around the corner a few hours from now.

   **

   I tried to keep some distance between us anyway as we sat on the couch
together, eating pizza, sipping on our beers, and trying to watch the
movie, which for the life of me escaped me as the only movie playing inside
my head, was the one where I lay there next to my sister, watching her
finger herself while she in turn watched me jacking off all over her tits.

   "So...you interested in hearing about what else we did?"

   I so wanted to say no.  But my cock was nodding its head yes.  I was
curious, the idea of my sister and cousin doing whatever else, was too
tempting an issue to ignore.

   "Yeah, tell me.  But no funny stuff...ok?"

   "I promise...no funny stuff.  I'll be totally serious."

   "That's what I'm worried about."

   She laughed, scooted over closer to me on the couch, actually laying her
head down on my shoulder.  I was half tempted to stand and sit down in one
of the single easy chairs, but I figured she'd still follow me over to one
of those too, and if anything, make things worse by perhaps sitting down in
my lap instead.  She'd done that before...though we certainly hadn't done
then...what we'd obviously done now.  I just needed to be alert and on
guard here.

   "So...that was of course the first time we actually did anything.  The
second time was the following night, and that night...she taught me what it
was like to go down on someone."

   "Fuck..." I thought, wondering if there was also a third time, and then
slipped moaning aloud.

   "I know," Kathy giggled.  "I still think about it every now and again
too."

   She then proceeded to paint a rather vivid, very intimate, and very
detailed account of the two of them, first going down on one another
separately, with Janice first showing her how it felt, and then basically
teaching my sister what to do to her.  That was of course followed up with
a long, juicy account of the two of them performing a "69" with one
another, which left me breathless, straining...and incredibly hard.  A
point that didn't go unnoticed either as my cock was sticking straight up,
trying to push its way through my pants.  And made worse by the fact there
was indeed a third time, and a fourth time...and every single night in fact
during their entire stay here.

   "Isn't that...uncomfortable?" Kathy then asked, and then reached over,
unzipping me even before I realized what the hell she was doing.

   "You promised!" I said lamely, though enjoying the fact that at least
some of the uncomfortable pressure had been removed.

   "This isn't funny," she responded in kind.  "This is serious...it needs
to come out before you hurt yourself."

   Ok, I hate to say it, but that made me laugh.  She was acting serious,
and under the circumstances, being what they were...I needed a little comic
relief at this point, not to mention, some growing room.

   But I hadn't counted on her reaching in, and actually grasping my dick
as she removed it.

   "Kathy," I warned once again, feeling the coolness of the AC as it
suddenly bathed my cock, which honestly did feel pretty good, and
especially as it wasn't painful any more sitting there the way I had been.

   "No worse than masturbating in front of one another," she stated as she
began to tentatively explore me a little.

   "Yes it is," I tried to counter.  But damned if it didn't feel good,
feeling her hand so soft, fondling and teasing the head of my dick.

   "Feels good though doesn't it?"

   I gritted my teeth, wishing it didn't.  "Kathy..." I said again, though
not nearly stern enough perhaps as she now squeezed it, producing a nice
fat dollop of pre-cum fuck juice, which she then smeared over my hard
swollen-purple helmet.

   "Oh god that's slippery, and feels so nice...you're so fucking hard
again!" She added as she continued to toy with my dick.  I was hard.  And
it felt good too.  And I was admittedly enjoying it, my sister's hand,
stroking and playing with my cock...her cute, sweet bare tits now pressing
against my arm.  I couldn't help myself, I reached over, fingering one,
briefly...just tickling her nipple just a little.

   "Yes Danny yes...play with my tits...suck them if you want to,
I'd...I'd...really enjoy that."

   If I didn't get punished for this...then most likely I never would.  I
leaned over, cupped one of my sister's sweet breasts within my hand, and
began sucking it.  Sucking it, as she continued pumping and jacking my
cock.

   Like I said...I knew I was going to hell anyway.

   **

   "Finger me Danny!  Yes!  That's it!  Finger-fuck me!  Fuck my pussy for
me!" She cried out.

   I only had myself to blame for this, getting to this point in the first
place.  The moment I had allowed myself to lean over and begin sucking her
tits, I might just as well have signed my own death warrant.  Quite
naturally, one thing had led to another, getting her so heated up as I had
(What the hell was I thinking anyway?) that it didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure out what came next.  So now here I sat, fingering my
sister's pussy, while she continued jacking me off...and me still sucking
and playing with her tits.  Though even as we did that...I was again making
a mental note, chastising myself...this was as far as it would go.  Period!

   Kathy was right on the edge however, as I ran my fingers up to her clit,
gently pinching it, pulling and tugging on it, effectively jacking her off!

   "OH MY GOD!" she screamed out, and then climaxed, thrashing wildly,
humping my hand, though I'd pulled away with my fingers, she had reached
down grabbing them holding them against her as she basically rubbed herself
off against me.

   Feeling her, seeing her do this, had me right at that same point myself,
I started to groan, expecting her to finish pumping me off as well, needing
it now...wanting it.  She knew of course how close I was,
waiting...watching.

   "Oh fuck...Kath!  Kath!" I cried out as the surge of sweet ecstasy began
racing up my cock.  She leaned over, engulfing me with her mouth, and began
draining me as I poured myself out...and into her.

   "No!  No!  Nooooooooooooo!" I cried out.  But it was already too fucking
late.

   **

   "Sorry Danny.  But I've always wanted to try that, to do that,
especially after the first time I saw you cum.  I knew then I was going
to...eventually.  It seemed like the perfect moment."

   "It was...and will be the ONLY moment!" I told her, seeing the sad
almost disappointed look in her eyes.  "We've already done too much sis," I
said trying ease the sudden tense situation a little.  "This can't go
on...we, we...we just can't do this again."

   "Why not?  You like it!  I like it!  I most certainly like it!" She said
licking her lips, still cleaning off the remaining residue of my spending
from around her mouth.  "And I for one...don't care what anyone else says
or thinks!  Including mom!"

   That one scared the hell out of me.  "Kathy no!  Mom can never find out!
It would kill her, and you know it!  Is that something you'd really want to
do to her?  Tear her a part?"

   "No..." She said softly, realizing the seriousness of that, and the
impact it would have.  "But...I have no intention of not doing this again
either Danny, whenever we can...whenever it's safe."

   Now I knew I was in hell.

   "I mean it Kathy.  Mom can never find out.  Not ever!  Promise me!"

   "I promise Danny!  I promise!  And I mean that," she said as she finally
stood up.  I half hoped she was going to go up to her room and maybe even
think about it.  But she held out her hand to me instead.

   "What?"

   "Come on."

   "Where?"

   "Where do you think where?  To my bedroom of course!"

   "What for?" I asked fearing the worst, now expecting it.

   "So you can eat my pussy!"

   **

   "I can't fuck you.  I won't!" Maybe I had succumbed and given in to
everything else, but this is where I finally drew the line in the sand. 
Here I was standing my ground.  At the very least, should the day ever
come, I could at least look back and say, "I didn't fuck my sister at
least."

   Not like it really mattered.  I knew now I was done for.  Whatever else
happened, I was now involved with my sister, along with my mother, though
neither one of them of course knew about the other.  And I was bound and
determined to keep it that way, no matter what.  As long as I found a way
to perhaps keep them both satisfied, then maybe...just maybe, it would work
out, at least until I could get out on my own again, though even then...I
wasn't betting on it.  At least, it might make things a little easier.

   Living with both of them now though, pretending, running around both of
their backs, and they behind one another...wasn't any way to live.  I now
felt like what I was doing, was far worse than anything Christy had ever
done to me.  Her involvement with numb-nuts, was mild in comparison to all
this.

   I was both anxious as well as excited when mom finally came home.  That
first night back, a strange one for more reasons than one.  All three of us
subdued, trying to "act normally" around one another, just like the way it
used to be.  And yet...all three of us harboring thoughts no doubt all
through dinner as we sat smiling, talking about mundane stuff,
school...work, mom's trip.  And all the while tossing careful knowing looks
back and forth at one another.  A three ring circus of innuendos, winks,
rolled eyes, a hand beneath the table here and there, or a foot to foot
caress, though I usually moved mine away, only to be attacked from the
other side.

   "Well damn...I have to get ready for work!" Kathy groaned as she finally
stood up leaving the kitchen.  "As much as I hate too," she added.  "But at
least I have a short day at school tomorrow," she then stated, reminding
me, she'd made me promise to treat her to another long hard cunt-licking
again the moment she got home tomorrow.

   "Good-night sis," I said giving her a chaste, brotherly kiss on the
cheek as she likewise received one from mom before disappearing out the
door minutes later.  Mom and I waited at the kitchen table, listening to
the sound of her car pulling down the drive, and then onto the street
before either one of us dared speak.  Mom was the first one to do so.

   "You'd damn well better hurry up and fuck me!  It's been three long damn
days!  Too long!  I need my son's cock inside his mother's pussy!  Now! 
Right now!" She told me, and then stood, hiking up her skirt, not even
bothering to lead me upstairs to her bedroom.  "I mean it Danny, I need to
feel your hot sweet cum dripping out of my cunt..r.then, and only then,
we'll head upstairs to the bedroom, where you can do whatever you want to
me."

   "Anything?"

   "Yeah...anything.  Including that, if that's what you want."

   I stepped around behind her, mom now leaning over, her breasts flattened
against the table as I stood behind her, rubbing my hard stiff cock up and
down the already wet, juicy furrow of her split.

   "Quit teasing me, and fuck me!" she demanded.  And so I plowed into her.

   **

   I was actually starting to think I could pull this off, and somehow make
it work.  So far at least, things really were sort of starting to get back
to normal, at least whenever the three of us were home together.  Beyond
that though...it was nuts!  The moment either one of them left for any
reason, leaving the other two of us alone, anything and everything was
possible.  Though I had still managed to fend off my sister's attempts to
fuck me...try as she might.  But admittedly, my resolve was weakening there
too.  And ironically enough, schedules changed, or rather my schedule at
work, so there was now less time than we'd had, meaning that whatever
waking moment there was found, was usually found with me having sex with
one or the other of them.

   I was even starting to consider the use of Viagra.  Going twice,
sometimes even three times a night or day...was starting to wear thin on
me. Thank god now, there was usually at least one, sometimes two days in
between when nothing could happen, giving me a chance to recoup and
recover. But it was getting harder rather than easier, juggling schedules
around, trying to fit things in.

   And then came a really weird bad stretch.  For almost a solid week,
there was simply NO time at any point for anyone to do anything with anyone
else.  On the one hand, I was almost grateful for it.  On the other
however...both mom, and Kathy had let it be known, one way or the other, we
weren't going another day without doing something anyway.

   The problem was...they had both told me that.  And all three of us still
had the next night off together.

   After dinner was over, I'd stayed behind with mom to help clean up the
kitchen, being that it was my turn to do so anyway.  Kathy had gone
upstairs to her room to study, as she had an important quiz the following
day, though not before informing me that one way or the other, even if we
had to sneak outside in the middle of the night, we were doing something!
I'd relented, but only because I knew if I didn't, I'd pay for it later,
that...or she'd do something a little too brash and stupid, and most likely
jeopardize everything.  After giving her my assurance we'd find a way...do
something, she left with a smile on her face and headed upstairs to study.
The moment she had, mom turned to me.

   "You notice anything strange?  Different about your sister lately?"

   "Ah no...not really, why?" I said suddenly feeling my heart beating a
mile a minute, not to mention my throat suddenly going dry, constricting.

   "I don't know really.  Can't quite put my finger on it.  She only ever
really acted like she has been one other time, and that was when your Aunt
Beth and Cousin Janice came to stay with us for a week.  She was acting
like this then...I know you know about your cousin, being a lesbian and
all, but Beth and I both had to wonder if she and Kathy hadn't done a
little experimenting while she was here.  Anyway...she's sort of acting the
same way now, so I was just wondering, thought maybe she'd confided
something in you about having found a new boyfriend or something.  Though I
have to admit, she hasn't been going out if at all...which you think she
would be.  And she certainly hasn't been spending hours on the phone like
she used to do whenever she was either.  Just so curious...and perplexing.
Anyway, thought I'd ask you if you knew anything about what's going on with
your sister."

   I was definitely going to have to have a heart to heart talk with my
sister.  I hadn't really noticed anything too strange about her attitude,
but mom had.  And that was enough to make me realize that Kathy had
changed, just enough, that it was now noticeable.

   "I'm not aware of anything, but tell you what.  I'll talk to her, you
know...like we used to do, see if she'll open up to me about anything. 
Though to be honest mom, I don't really think there is anything going on
that you should be worried about."

   "Oh I'm not worried, just curious.  She seems to be running around the
house with the same look of contentment on her face, that I have on mine
these days!" Mom said reaching down, giving my groin a familiar little
squeeze.  "And speaking of which...one way or the other, tonight...even if
we have to go outside to do it, you're fucking me come hell or high water!"

   Need I say it?

   **

   I think that night was the closest I ever came to having a nervous
breakdown.  After it had gotten reasonably dark outside, and with Kathy
still up in her room studying, mom came back down stairs after having taken
a shower.  She was wearing only her house robe.  I knew the minute she
looked at me, she had nothing on underneath it.

   "Come on...while we can, we're going outside!" She informed me
whispering.  Nervous, but resigned, I followed.

   "You sure this is the safe thing to do?" I asked worriedly.

   "Maybe not...but I'm not waiting any longer.  I need that cock of yours
inside my pussy!  And I need it now!"

   I followed her outside towards the swing.  That infamous familiar swing.
"Here, sit...take your shorts down, but leave everything else on...just in
case.  If your sister does come looking for us, we'll have plenty of time
to just sit down, side by side and pretend to be enjoying the evening air
together!"

   It maybe wasn't the best of plans...but it was doable.  Even I knew the
moment Kathy came down and poked her head out the sliding glass doors, that
would trigger the outdoor lights.  As strange as it sounded, I also knew,
she'd be temporarily blinded, waiting for her eyes to adjust.  We'd have
plenty of time to reposition ourselves there in the swing, especially as
Kathy would still need to walk out a little ways onto the deck before she
could see us sitting there...acting naturally.

   Sliding down over me in a reverse cowgirl, mom proceeded to fuck the
lights out.  I began to wonder if the swing would in fact support us both,
though thank god it did.  Even after we had both orgasmed, it was almost a
relief in the sense that we'd done it...gotten away with it, more than it
had felt good.  Though admittedly, it had.

   "Well, that helps to take the edge off anyway...but tomorrow night,
after Kathy goes to work, you and I are making up for some lost time here!"
She told me.

   I then kissed her good night, exchanging sincere, "I love you's" with
her, which we both truly meant, and then headed upstairs to my own room.  I
was honestly hoping that by now Kathy would be too tired perhaps after
having had to study for so long, and would forget about tonight.  I even
crept past her door, entering my room, and as quietly as I could, I soon
slipped under the covers, and minutes later, was happily sound asleep.

   **

   "Wha?"

   "Shh, it's me!" Kathy said whispering.  It was pitch black, she was in
my room, straddling my chest, and she was naked.

   "You can't be in here!" I whispered back, alarmed now...and wide-fucking
awake!"

   "Be quiet Danny, I told you.  No...I warned you, one way or the other,
tonight..."

   "Yeah, but not here...not now, it's late.  She could hear us, or...or
come looking for us or something," I stammered not making any sense.

   "Don't worry, she won't.  She's fast asleep.  And besides, I left the
light on in my room, and my radio playing really soft.  If she does get up,
she'll think I'm still up and go back to bed.  Oh, and I locked the door
too," even if she calls out to me and I don't answer, then she'll think I
simply fell asleep the way I was."

   "So how the hell do you get back into your room if the doors locked?"

   "Easy, I hid the key in the bathroom silly."

   However, there was an even bigger problem facing me at the moment. 
Kathy was sitting squarely on my dick.  I could feel the wetness of her
pussy gliding up and down the length of it, as I grew...like it or not, and
as she got wetter and wetter.

   "Kathy, you know we can't..." I said meaning it...but also knowing I
wasn't the one who was really in control here either.

   "Shh, be quiet...you want mom walking in here?"

   That shut me up.  But it did little if anything to stop my rapidly
beating heart, nor the slickness of her pussy as she continued to rub
herself against me.  I started hoping against hope, that's all this was,
and that she'd simply get herself off that way.  And no doubt...me too as
good as this was feeling.

   I should have known better.

   All of a sudden, she slid up...and then down, but as she did, she
adjusted the angle just enough.  Even though I was forming the words...they
never came out.  I felt my prick enter just a little, but then it seemed to
hit a block or something.  And then Kathy grunted, pushed, and suddenly
slid down over my shaft.

   "Jesus Kathy!  What did you just do?" I tried very hard to say, speaking
as softly as I could, but I was now deeply embedded inside my own sister's
cunt.  And worse than that...I also knew, she had been a virgin all along.
Until now.  And she was crying.

   It was pretty much too late to worry about it now, or attempt to say
anything.  All I could do, was hold her, letting her fall forward against
me, still shaking, shivering, my cock so deep inside her tight virginal
cunt, that I didn't dare move anyway.  Not until she began doing so. 
Whispering, still crying a bit as she slowly eased up, and then back down
against me.

   "Oh Danny...Danny, for so long, for so very, very long...I've wanted to
feel this, feel you Danny...feel you inside me.  And now...I am!  Oh God! I
finally am!"

   I felt like such a heal, such a shit.  But there was certainly no going
back now.  And so I began fucking my sister.  Meeting her downwards
thrusts, slowly, softly, easing in and out of her newly speared pussy,
feeling her slowly getting accustomed to it, her wetness once again taking
over, bathing us both until we were rocking, moving...working in perfect
harmony together.  Moments later, I sensed it before feeling it actually.
Her pussy suddenly clenched, as though going into a spasm, and then she was
climaxing, her cunt tightening, loosening, tightening again, effectively
milking me.  Thank god she was on the pill...and had been for quite some
time, even though she had been a virgin all along.  Though I had of course
thought otherwise.  Why else be on the pill?  Stupid me.

   I felt the first delicious spurts of my own cock shooting off inside
her, which she too felt, sighing pleasurably, still contracting, still
climaxing herself.  We were both laying there trying to recover when we
heard the sound of mom's bedroom door opening down the hall.

   "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" Mom's up!" I said to my equally startled sister.
Both of us scared shitless now, Kathy eased off me, and then tiptoed
rapidly over to the bathroom, which was thankfully attached to my room, as
well as the hallway.  If nothing else, she could hide in there at least, or
pretend to be using it if she had too, which would seem pretty lame as the
lights were out.  But it was the best we could do, or hope for under the
circumstances.  With Kathy slipping inside the bathroom, prepared to step
into the shower stall to hide if she had too, we both listened as mom
herself quietly padded down the hall, stopping momentarily it seemed just
outside the door to Kathy's room.  She didn't knock, or speak however,
before footsteps told us both...she was headed this way!

   "Fuck!" I said motioning to Kathy to close the door, which would give
her two options at least.  Either remain there and hide, or if and when mom
came in to my room, if she did...Kathy could then at least slip out the
door back into the hallway.  Though she'd then have to go downstairs,
rather than back to her room, or she'd risk bumping into mom.  Still...it
was better than mom catching her in here...with me.  And with me still
naked, laying on the top sheets of my bed, which is how I always slept when
it was hot like it was during the summer.

   I then heard her faint knock, and knew damn well she'd come in a second
later, unless of course I had locked the door...which it wasn't.  She did.
"Danny?  Danny?  Are you awake?  I thought I heard something!" She said
fearfully.  "Would you mind...checking?  Downstairs?  Though it could be
your sister, I didn't hear her in her bedroom though...just her radio
playing.  Would you mind?"

   I rolled over in bed, turning on the lamp sitting on my nightstand, and
wished to hell that I hadn't.

   "What...what happened there?" She asked.  She was looking at the bed,
specifically between my legs.  I was covered in blood.

   "Where is she?" Mom asked.  Her look was unlike any I had ever seen
before.  "I know she's here...somewhere.  Now...where is she!"

   Kathy stepped out of the bathroom, still naked.  She was white as a
ghost, though so was mom, as was I now.  The three of us all standing there
looking at one another.

   The world had come to an end.

   **

   "You...come with me," she said to my sister, and then turned to me, once
again pointing her finger at me.  "And you...stay where you are.  You're
not going anywhere.  I'll deal with you after Kathy and I have had a chance
to talk."

   Fire and Brimstone.  That's what this was.  And I didn't move either. 
For the better part of an hour I lay there...my nerves aflame...wondering,
wondering where they were, what they were talking about, what was
happening, and what now...my own future was going to be like.  And then I
heard footsteps.  There wasn't any knock this time though, as the door
opened.  Mom walking in...with a wet towel in her hand.  She had twisted
it, glaring at me.

   "Spread...your...legs."

   "Mom!"

   "You heard me...spread them!"

   I had it coming.  I knew that.  The pain I had caused numb-nuts, the
same pain Jack had felt, I was about to feel.  And I deserved it.  I
steeled myself for it, though I knew no matter how much I thought I could,
this was going to be the worst pain I'd ever felt in my life.  And now...I
almost welcomed it.  I knew I'd destroyed this family, the love I had for
my mother, and for my sister, and the love each one of them had for each
other.  I deserved whatever I got.  I closed my eyes, waiting for the
"thwap" of the towel any second now.

   I jumped when it happened, when I felt it.  The searing pain...the
excruciating searing pain...never came.  What I felt instead was the warmth
of the towel mom held in her hand as she began wiping me off.  I opened my
eyes, she was smiling at me.  My sister standing behind her, also smiling.

   "What the fuck?"

   "What?  You actually thought I was going to hit you with this?"

   "Well...yeah!"

   "I probably should have...and would have too, if I'd had this in my hand
when I first came in here.  But...after your sister and I talked, after she
told me everything...and I do mean, everything.  Well...I knew then, this
wasn't entirely your fault, any more than it was your sisters...or mine. 
We're all to blame here for what's happened.  You seriously didn't think I
could be hypocritical myself now do you?"

   I looked past mom...towards Kathy.  "So...she knows about...about us?"

   "Naughty boy," Kathy said walking into my room then.  "Who'd have
thought?  My own brother...fucking his mother, and then fucking his baby
sister.  Naughty...naughty boy you!"

   "Yes he is...now, what are we going to do about it anyway?" Mom asked
turning towards her.

   "Well...I'd say, fuck him!  What do you think?"

   "I think that sounds about right...who wants to go first?"

   I knew now...I must have died, and gone to heaven.  No way in hell,
could this be happening!
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