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 Coercing Mom

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: A young girl is trying to show the love she has for her
brother but they are interrupted by their mother.
Codes: mf mF cons reluc coer inc mother son bro sis het Mdom Fdom preg



   Seventeen-year-old Paul Rush wandered out of his bedroom.  He was bored.
It was Saturday night and he should been out trying to get laid.  Paul's
car needed to be fixed and his dating money had to go toward paying for
parts.  Now he was stuck at home babysitting his 12-year-old sister, Molly,
while his parents were at a social function.  Paul sat down in the den and
flipped on the television.  Showtime was running an action thriller with
plenty of car crashes and explosions.  Well, a little mindless
entertainment never hurt anyone.  He tried not to pay any attention when
his sister walked into the room but she stopped right between him and the
TV.

   "Get out of my seat," demanded Molly.

   "Go away," Paul responded.

   "I want to sit there."

   "There are plenty of other seats."

   "That's my favorite spot.  You sat there on purpose.  Move!" This was a
little ritual established between Paul and Molly years before.  No matter
where Paul sat, Molly would claim that very spot as her own and demand Paul
move.  It always ended with Molly sitting on Paul's lap.  Molly would
wiggle her little butt until she gave her brother an erection and then jump
off assured of the power she had over him.  Paul never minded.  It was a
cheap thrill to be given a boner by a girl, even if the girl was his little
sister.  It had been going on since she was four years old.  Their parents
never realized the sexual element of this little game or at least never
objected to it.

   Lately, however, there had been a problem.  The problem was that Molly
was blossoming physically.  Her tits had been growing for a while and now
her hips were broadening while her waist remained small.  Molly was 5' 5"
tall and weighed 105 pounds.  She had light brown hair to just below her
shoulder blades and hazel colored eyes.  Molly never liked being in the sun
so her complexion was very pale, giving her an angelic look.  There were no
tan lines on her perfect body.  She was a pedophile's wet dream and now she
was attracting the attention of the rest of the heterosexual male
population.

   Paul had on more than one occasion recently been ready to cum in his
pants before Molly finally climbed off his lap.  He knew that someday the
inevitable would occur and Paul would wind up embarrassing himself and
maybe freaking out Molly.  Paul would have to call off this game soon and
the thought made him sad.  But it wouldn't be tonight.  This time, when
Molly sat on his lap, she didn't wiggle her butt at all.  She just leaned
her back against her brother's chest and started staring at the television
screen.  Paul watched the movie for a while before being distracted by
Molly's luscious body.  She was wearing shorts that exposed her legs all
the way up to the crotch.  They looked so smooth and sleek.  Paul didn't
see any hair on her legs.  She must be shaving already, thought Paul.  He
caught himself thinking about running his hand along her legs.  Maybe she
was one of the lucky girls who didn't have to shave.  During this thought
process Paul's prick inflated to full erection.  It wound up nudged between
Molly's ass cheeks.  Molly sat there for a minute longer before getting off
Paul's lap and sitting down beside him.  Paul breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Can I see it?" It was a stupid movie and Paul didn't much care if she
switched the channels.  He handed her the remote.  "Not that, silly.  I
want to see your wiener," Molly said.

   "My-" Paul was shocked but that didn't stop his prick from twitching
from the thought of showing his prick to his little sister.  It took a few
seconds to formulate an answer.  So, Molly wanted to do a little sexual
exploration.  Well, it was better to ask someone she trusted than some kid
who would brag about it to his buddies.  He certainly wouldn't brag about
it.  But could Molly keep her mouth shut?

   "I-"

   "I can keep my mouth shut," Molly declared as if reading his mind.  He
nodded and unzipped his fly.  Paul's prick sprang free, stiff and proud
under Molly's gaze.  Her eyes widened but she didn't say anything.  Paul
imagined she was admiring it.

   "Can I touch it?" asked Molly as she reached out and tentatively touched
and then took hold of his prick.  Paul didn't feel the need to answer her.
Molly already knew she was free to do what she wanted.  "It's so cute."
That's not a description Paul would have used but he didn't care.  Molly
could call his prick cute all night long as long as she kept on holding it
in her small hands.  "It's smooth and warm, too," Molly added.  "Some of
the girls say that the guys will try to make you suck his wiener when
you're out on a date.  Is that true?"

   "Guys won't make you do anything like that.  It's just expected of the
girl.  She has to get used to it and if she refuses, she sits home because
none of the guys will ask her out."

   Molly looked at Paul suspiciously to see if he was joking but her
brother managed to keep a straight face.

   "Do you expect that from girls you date?"

   "Of course.  Except for me they've got to do more than suck, they've got
to swallow too." Paul finally couldn't resist a smirk.  Molly picked up on
that right away and finally decided that Paul was lying to her.

   "You're such a bullshitter.  What happens to the girl who falls for that
line?"

   "Well, she instantly loses all the respect I pretended I had for her, I
call her a slut and a whore behind her back and I tell my buddies all about
her."

   "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

   "Um, no." Jeez!  Why did she ask that question?  His question was
answered when Molly leaned over and planted a kiss on the head of his
prick.

   "Let me know if I do it wrong," said Molly, briefly looking up before
placing her mouth over the head of her brother's prick and running her
tongue over it.  Paul's thoughts were in a jumble.  They ranged from panic
to joy and back again.  This is wrong.  This is my sister.  I should stop
her.  It feels so good!  Paul finally decided to do nothing except enjoy
the sensations he was experiencing.  Later on, Paul would discuss it in
private with Molly.  He would warn her of the dangers and possible
consequences of her actions.  Then again, this may be a one-time event for
Paul courtesy of his sister and he shouldn't miss out.  The guys who were
lucky enough to have Molly as a girlfriend would be in for a treat.  Paul
felt a little jealous of these future competitors to his sister's
affections but time marches on.  On the other hand, if she wanted to
continue, far be it from Paul to stand in the way of his loving sister's
desires.  There was obviously no wrong way to be sucked off at least in
Paul's mind.  He wasn't a virgin.  He been laid twice before but it was
straight missionary sex with a condom.

   If the movie hadn't been a special effects extravaganza with more
explosions than dialog, Paul and Molly might have heard a car drive up and
the front door open.  As it was, Paul and Molly didn't realize they had
company until they heard a gasp.  Practically standing over them was Paul
and Molly's mother.  Molly immediately jumped up and burst into tears.  She
rushed out of the den and into her bedroom.  Paul just sat there for a few
seconds watching his life flash before his eyes.  Forcing himself to
portray a calm he didn't really feel, Paul stood up and faced his mother.
His prick was still hanging out of his pants, still stiff.  It was wet and
glistening from Molly's saliva.  As casually as he could Paul stuffed his
prick back into his pants and zipped it up.

   "Hi, Mom.  You guys are back early."

   "Yes," she said only.  Paul was now close enough to smell her breath. 
She had been drinking.  The drink in combination with the shock of her
discovery might be delaying Mom's reaction Paul thought.

   "Weren't you having fun?"

   "Your father isn't into late nights anymore.  He was feeling tired."

   "You're sure looking pretty tonight." Paul embraced his mother to give
her a kiss on the cheek.  In doing so his still stiff prick prodded his
mother's belly.  She stiffened slightly but didn't protest.  "I'm sure glad
you're back," he added.

   Eleanor Rush was not so inebriated that she was unaware of her son's
attempt to seduce her.  She was appalled by his audacious behavior and a
bit disgusted also.  But most of all Eleanor was worried about the
aftermath if her husband found out what happened.  At the least Paul would
probably be kicked out of the house.  She couldn't let that happen.  The
family had to be kept together.  The children had been very lucky their
father hadn't also come in to greet them.  Eleanor realized she had to find
out where this all might lead and stop it before real harm was done.  Her
heart was hammering furiously as Paul embraced her.  His stiff prick became
trapped between their bodies.  Eleanor looked into her son's eyes and saw
only lust.  It may have been provoked by Molly but now it was directed
toward her.  He wants to fuck me, thought Eleanor.  She pushed at Paul
slightly.  "Your father may come in here also.  You'd better go calm your
sister."

   Paul nodded.  It took less than a minute to forget all about Molly.  He
felt a bit guilty about it but not too much.

   Paul knocked once lightly and walked into his sister's room, closing the
door behind him.  The room was dark but he didn't flip on the light switch.
He could hear Molly sobbing and she hadn't noticed him coming in.

   "Molly?" He heard a gasp and saw a shadow move on the bed.  "It's Paul."
He saw the shadow move again, this time toward him.  He felt her arms go
around him and hug herself to him.  Molly renewed her sobbing.  It sounded
like her heart was breaking and it probably was.  Paul just held her in his
arms and let Molly continue to cry.

   "Paul, I'm so sorry," Molly said finally.  "I wanted this night to be so
special and now I've ruined our lives forever."

   "Hey, you didn't ruin anything," Paul said, trying to soothe her. 
"Everything will be all right."

   "How can you say that?  Mom and Dad will kill us.  They might send you
away.  I'd want to die if they sent you away."

   "I'm not going anywhere, baby.  You don't think I'd let anything happen
to my best girl, do you?"

   "No." Molly tried to giggle but it came out like a sob.

   "C'mon.  We have to talk." Paul led Molly back to her bed and they sat
down.  There was plenty of ambient light and they could see each other
pretty well.  Molly grabbed some tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose.
When she felt composed, she looked up at her brother expectantly. 
"Listen," Paul said.  "Mom didn't start yelling at me and she hasn't told
Dad.  I don't think she's going to."

   "Really?"

   "Really.  And I'm not sure why."

   "I think I know why," Molly declared.  "She's horny."

   "What do you mean?  Is Dad keeping her short on sex?  And how do you
know?" Paul had never seen any overt hostility between his parents.  As far
as he knew his parents were still a loving couple.

   "I've overheard some things over the past few months," Molly revealed.
"Dad has to take this medicine that makes him imp-something or other."

   "Impotent?" Paul suggested.

   "Yeah.  That's it.  It means Dad can't have sex."

   "I know," said Paul.  That would explain a lot of things thought Paul.
His father was a civil service bureaucrat with a state agency.  It was a
desk job and the heaviest thing he ever lifted was a pen.  The only
exercise his father, Frank, indulged in was a round of golf on the weekend
and even then he used a golf cart.  Severe weight gain had brought on
hypertension, diabetes and some other ailments.  The drugs he had to take
to deal with the problems were taking a toll.  Frank apparently never heard
of diet and exercise.  "I guess we'll have to keep our distance for now."

   "Oh, Paul.  I don't want to do that." Paul thought Molly was going to
start crying again.  "I love you.  I've always loved you.  Sometimes I wish
you weren't my brother.  Then I could marry you and be your wife and have
children for you." She looked up at her brother to gauge his reaction.  She
had just told the boy she loved all her inner secrets.  Molly would be
devastated if she was teased or rejected.  Paul was stunned for a moment
but then started smiling.  He never would have suspected Molly had these
feelings for him.  Paul felt flattered and happy.  He didn't mind being the
object of his sister's love and he felt he could easily return it in kind.
Paul kissed Molly as tenderly as he knew how.

   "I can't think of anyone I'd rather have as a wife," Paul whispered.

   "But how can we?" Molly began to look hopeful.

   "Well, not in any way that society would recognize but as of right now I
consider us engaged.  As far as I'm concerned you're my girl and future
wife if that's okay with you."

   "More than okay," Molly said and returned his kiss.  Paul's hands
wandered over to Molly's tits and began to fondle them through her
clothing.

   "Paul, I'm having my periods now.  You can get me pregnant anytime you
want.  Tonight, even." Molly felt shy when saying that but she wanted to
let her brother know that she was fully committed to him.

   "We don't dare, babe.  We dodged a bullet tonight.  Just because Mom
didn't bust us tonight doesn't mean she won't in the future.  It doesn't
mean she won't tell Dad about us if were not careful.  As long as we have
to contend with Mom and Dad there will be no babies for the foreseeable
future."

   "It's not fair.  I hate Mom for interfering with us," said Molly.

   "Hey, she was just doing what mothers are supposed to do." Paul didn't
want Molly to harbor any resentment toward Eleanor.  It would be hard
enough to get along under the present circumstances.  Eleanor would be
keeping an eagle eye on them now.

   "I know how we can take care of Mom," Molly announced.

   "How?"

   "You fuck her and make her have your baby."

   "What?  Oh yeah, sure." He was certain she was joking.

   "I'm serious.  It would be so easy.  You told me yourself that she was
acting weird after she caught us.  I bet she was wishing that she were the
one sucking your wiener.  After you get her pregnant Mom wouldn't dare
interfere in anything we wanted to do."

   "And what does Mom tell Dad when she turns up pregnant?  She can't
exactly blame it on him if they're not having sex."

   "I'm not sure yet.  Maybe she can get him to try that Viagra.  I hear
that stuff works."

   "I dunno.  It sounds risky.  I'd have to be subtle about it.  It might
take a while and there's no guarantee of success.  I won't rape Mom even
for you.

   "You sound like a coward, Paul.  Mom's not stupid.  She'll know what
you're up to five minutes after you start.  You might as well tell her up
front what you want.  That way will start her thinking about it."

   "What if she blows up and tells Dad?" Paul was skeptical but he didn't
want to reject Molly's idea without at least listening to it.

   "Well, then it won't be much different from what could have happened
tonight." Molly stood and removed her top and bra.  Paul's hand crept up to
fondle one of her developing tits.

   "That's right.  Play with them.  They're yours to do with as you
please." Molly next took off her shorts and panties.  Paul's eyes were
drawn to the dark patch of hair between her legs.  Molly took one of Paul's
hands and placed it over her mound.  "Feel me," she said.  "I'm so wet.  My
hole is crying for your prick.  It wants your prick to squirt your sperm in
there and give me a baby.  You do want to give me a baby, don't you?"

   "God, yes," Paul croaked.  He was frantic and very near to ripping off
his clothes and fucking Molly right where she stood.  At the same time Paul
was aware that their mother might be coming to check on them.  No sense in
tempting fate.

   "Listen, Molly.  We've got to stop.  Please?" He was begging now.

   "Molly?  I'm not Molly.  I'm your mother, Eleanor.  And my precious son
is going to fuck me and give me a baby, isn't he." Paul was startled. 
Molly had lowered her voice to a very close approximation of their mother's
voice.  Molly was just a younger and smaller version of Eleanor anyway.

   "I'll try," said Paul, feeling as if he was under a spell.

   "That's all I ask, darling," Molly whispered in her Eleanor voice but
then followed it with her own girlish giggle.

   "Get some sleep.  We'll talk in the morning," said Paul.  He reluctantly
withdrew and exited the door.

   Paul strolled back to the den.  It was still early.  He was nervous,
excited and a bit scared too.  And it wasn't just because of the evening's
events.  Paul was in awe of his sister.  In a matter of minutes he was
having sex with his sister, making a pass at his mother, proposing
"marriage" to his sister and now conspiring to seduce and impregnate his
mother.  All this happened because of a 12-year-old nymphet.  Paul thought
he must really love Molly.  Otherwise why would he be doing these crazy
things?

   Paul didn't have more time to reflect.  His mother chose that moment to
walk in.  She was still dressed for the evening in a black cocktail dress
although she had exchanged her high-heel shoes for bedroom slippers. 
Eleanor Rush was every bit as lovely as her daughter.  She was 5' 7" tall
and weighed 125 pounds.  Eleanor watched her diet and exercised regularly.
Her complexion was slightly darker than Molly's and her only concession to
age was a few streaks of gray in her dark brown shoulder length hair.  She
had taught in elementary school until Molly's birth and then quit to raise
her children full time.  Eleanor sat down in an armchair about five feet
from where Paul was standing.  She crossed her legs and then stared for a
while at her son.

   "All right.  Speak to me.  What happened tonight?"

   Paul fidgeted a bit and paced about.  He wished he had had more time to
prepare.  "There's not much to tell," he said finally.  "We were watching
TV and Molly was sitting on my lap.  She got off and asked to see my uh,
penis.  She played with it for a while and then put her mouth on it.  She'd
barely started before you arrived."

   "And this was all right with you?  Didn't you have any qualms?"

   "Well, yeah.  But I let her do it anyway." Paul decided to just stick
with facts.  There was no way he could justify his behavior.

   "Did Molly tell you why she wanted to do this?"

   "She says she loves me," said Paul, shrugging his shoulders.

   Damn!  thought Eleanor.  She always knew Molly had a crush on her
brother but Eleanor never considered the possibility of it getting out of
hand.  "This is just a childish infatuation your sister is going through.
She'll grow out of it.  You're no longer to indulge her.  Do you
understand?"

   "I understand well enough.  I'm just not sure I want to stop."

   "And what do you mean by that?" Eleanor had wanted to maintain a calm
demeanor throughout the conversation but she heard a strident tone to her
voice.

   "I guess it means that I love Molly as much as she loves me.  Maybe it
is an infatuation with her but I realize now I've been in love with my
little sister for a long time."

   "Paul, you're almost an adult and I expect you to start acting like one.
You'll very likely ruin your future and Molly's if you continue to cater to
her whims."

   "I'll think about it," said Paul.  He couldn't think of anything else to
say.  Everything his mother said made sense.  He certainly didn't want to
do anything to hurt his sister.

   "I think I deserve a better answer than that, young man," Eleanor
declared.  "What do you think would happen if I brought your father in on
this conversation?" "I suppose he might kick me out of the house."

   "And that doesn't worry you?"

   "Of course it worries me but I think it would backfire on you.  Molly
would love me all the more and start hating you guys.  She might even run
away from home to be with me."

   "Do you really believe all that?  My God!  Molly really has you snowed.
What do you think a little girl knows about love?  The moment something
goes wrong she'll come running back to Mommy and Daddy.  In the meantime
you'll have cut your own throat jumping through her hoops."

   "I love her, Mom," Paul insisted.

   "Ah, now that's a laugh.  Your sister gives you an erection and you
think you're in love.  Then the moment Molly is out of the room you expose
yourself and rub yourself against me, your mother."

   "You looked longer than you had to," Paul responded.  That was his
mother's side of the story but Paul wasn't going to argue the point.  He
felt he was completely on the defensive in this discussion and on the verge
of conceding to his mom's point of view.  Paul had to find an opening where
he could be on the attack for a change.

   "Don't get disgusting!"

   "It's just my opinion.  You're the one who wanted to talk."

   "I think I've heard all I want to hear except your promise to forget
about this silly nonsense with your sister."

   "You haven't heard the half of it, Mom." Here it goes, thought Paul.  He
was going to try to put his mom on the defensive.  Eleanor became alarmed.

   "You haven't slept with Molly, have you?"

   "No, not yet.  She wants me to, though.  Molly even wants to have my
baby.  But first, she wants me to give you a baby."

   "What!  What on earth for?"

   "Molly figures that if I get you pregnant you won't try to stop our
activities."

   "And have either of you thought of what I might tell your father if your
little scheme actually succeeded?"

   "We figured you would blame the baby on Dad."

   Eleanor actually smiled for the first time that evening.  "It may
interest you to know that your father had a vasectomy just before Molly was
born."

   This is getting harder, thought Paul.  Well, here goes nothing.  It was
worth a try even if his dad really did have vasectomy.  "Actually I thought
it was a crazy idea when Molly brought it up but now I kind of like it."

   "Do you know what you're saying?" Eleanor couldn't have been more amazed
if Paul had announced a decision to join the Taliban.

   "Think about it, Mom.  It might take my mind off of Molly and take care
of another problem."

   "The only problem I have is this dangerous infatuation between you and
your sister."

   "What about your horniness?" said Paul.

   "How dare you!" Eleanor readied herself to jump from the chair and slap
her son.  With a supreme effort she remained seated.  She could feel
herself blushing furiously.  "You're very rude.  What makes you think I'm
that way?"

   "Oh, I admit it's a guess.  With Dad's weight and the drugs he has to
take, he's probably impotent.  No more lead in the pencil, as they say."
Paul finally stopped pacing and knelt down beside his mother's chair.

   "You're being very disrespectful both to me and your father," said
Eleanor.  She didn't add that Paul was also correct about his father's
impotence.

   "Facts are facts, Mom.  And the fact is I've wanted to do this for a
long time." Eleanor flinched as she felt Paul's hand on her knee.

   "Take your hand away Paul." Eleanor tried to move his hand but he just
responded by moving hand a little higher up her leg.  His hand was now
properly on her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up with it.

   "You're about to get your face slapped Paul."

   "You slapping me won't take away the desire I have for you Mom." Paul's
hand slid a bit higher.

   "I'll tell your father," Eleanor threatened.

   "I've already heard that threat.  If I'm going to be hanged for one
crime I might as well be hanged for several." Paul's left hand joined his
right hand on Eleanor's thighs.

   "You want me to betray your father, allow you to impregnate me and bear
your bastard child.  Then you want me stand by while you do the same to
Molly." Eleanor shook her head sadly.  "What kind of son have I bore?"
Tears started from her eyes.

   Paul silently swore.  He wouldn't allow tears to weaken his resolve.  He
felt that Eleanor was vulnerable now.  "Go ahead and get on birth control.
Molly can get on birth control also.  I don't want you or Molly to have a
baby." A small concession was in order Paul thought.

   "I don't know.  It's just not right," Eleanor whimpered.  "Please!  I
need time to think."

   "Time to think of a way out?  No thanks," Paul declared.  He leaned
forward forcing Eleanor's legs apart.  The hem of her dress was at the top
of her thighs.  Paul's face was inches from Eleanor's.  "I'm going to fuck
you, Mom," Paul whispered.  "I'm really and truly going to fuck you."

   Eleanor looked at his son in amazement.  How could he make such a
statement?  Yet she didn't doubt Paul's sincerity.  Her own son was really
going to fuck her and she was helpless to stop him.  Eleanor was surprised
to see Paul suddenly pull away and stand up.  It was only then that she
heard voices in the hall.  Eleanor hurriedly rearranged her dress and
checked her makeup in a small wall mirror.

   Frank and Molly walked by the open door on their way to the kitchen for
a late snack.  They were deep in conversation and hadn't even looked into
the den as they passed.  Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief.  That had been
close.  She felt it was a warning to avoid this disastrous course.

   "Mom?  Come to my room tonight," Paul said as if issuing an order. 
Eleanor gave her son another disbelieving look and rushed from the room.

   Eleanor still couldn't believe what had just happened and what had
almost happened.  She was sure Paul would have had his way with her if they
had not been interrupted.  It would have been disastrous if her husband had
walked in on them.  Thank goodness Paul had heard Frank's approach. 
Eleanor just couldn't understand how she'd allowed things to get this far.

   Frank seemed to have lost all interest in sex.  Not surprising
considering how he had let himself go.  His body had gotten kind of
repulsive but Eleanor was still willing to perform her wifely duties.  She
just couldn't rationalize cheating on her husband although there was plenty
of room for excuses if she did.  Well, even if Eleanor did cheat on her
husband it wouldn't be with her own son.  Not incest!

   Eleanor was already in bed when Frank returned to the bedroom from his
snack.  She pretended to be asleep and Frank was soon asleep himself,
snoring away loudly.  Eleanor could never get used to her husband's
snoring. It had gotten worse with his weight gain.  She always tried to get
to sleep before him.  Now Eleanor would lie awake until exhaustion overtook
her.  She wondered if Paul snored.  He had ordered her to his room.  She
could find out that way.  Eleanor immediately felt guilty.  If she went to
Paul's room it would be for one thing, to succumb to his sexual demands. 
No!  It was ridiculous to even think about such a possibility.  There
wouldn't be any late night visit to her son's room.  And she would put a
stop the relationship between Paul and Molly if it were the last thing she
ever did.

   Paul waited in his bedroom for over an hour before deciding that his mom
wouldn't be showing up.  He really didn't expect it.  Yet Paul was sure
that his mom would soon be lying underneath him with her legs spread before
long.  It was a fantasy about to come true and all that Molly and he had to
do was to keep up the pressure.  Paul felt certain that Eleanor would not
turn to her husband for help except as a last resort.  By then, he hoped,
it would be too late and his mom too compromised for her to call for help.
Paul considered going to Molly's room for a bit of fun but decided against
it.  There was plenty of time for that.  He fell asleep thinking about the
possibilities.

   Paul was the last to get up Saturday morning, which was usual for him.
He looked at the clock and knew his father had already left for the golf
course.  That left him free to pursue his mother or play with his sister.
Whichever opportunity presented itself was fine with Paul.  He was
disappointed to find Molly and Eleanor getting ready to go to the mall.  It
looked like a transparent ploy by his mom to get Molly alone with her,
probably to demand that she bring her little romance with Paul to a halt.
But Molly didn't seem to be bothered.  She smiled, winked and blew Paul a
kiss as she walked out the door with her mom.

   "Mom?  I know you want to talk to me about last night so we might as
well get it out into the open."

   Molly and Eleanor were sitting in the car.  They hadn't even pulled out
of the driveway.  Yes, Eleanor did want to talk to Molly about last night
but she wanted it to be a quiet mother-daughter over lunch at a nice
restaurant.  This was more like a confrontation and Eleanor had a feeling
of foreboding about it.

   "Of course I want to talk to you, dear but couldn't we wait until we
find more comfortable surroundings?"

   "This won't take long," Molly replied.  "I just want to say I heard
everything you and Paul were talking about and nothing you tell me will
change my mind about him."

   Eleanor felt herself blushing.  Molly had been eavesdropping on them but
what, if anything, had she seen?  "I don't appreciate being spied on,"
Eleanor snapped.

   "I wasn't spying on you guys.  I was watching out for you.  It's lucky I
did because I was able to make enough noise to warn you and Paul before
Daddy walked by.  Remember this?" Molly pulled the hem of her dress up to
her waist and spread her legs.

   "Molly!  Cover yourself this instant!"

   "Why?  You were posed just like this last night."

   "For one thing I was drunk.  It won't happen again.  Also, I still had
on my underwear."

   Eleanor was quick to note that Molly had neglected to wear her panties
that morning.

   "I dunno, Mom," said Molly.  "I like to think your underwear would have
been gone too if Daddy hadn't interrupted you two."

   Eleanor was feeling totally humiliated.  First her son and now her
daughter were taunting and insulting her.  They were completely out of
control.  "If you two don't settle down and start behaving, I'll make sure
you're both separated whether it's Paul who goes or you." Eleanor figured
she could play hardball with Molly.  At least Molly couldn't try to rape
her.

   "If you try anything like that, I'll spread my legs for every guy who
wants me.  And believe me, that's a lot."

   "You wouldn't dare!"

   "Try me, Mom.  I know five or six guys just on this block who want me
and that's just the grownups.  Also, there will be plenty of guys wherever
you send me.  Wouldn't it be better if I just let Paul fuck me?"

   Eleanor didn't have any doubts that Molly was very attractive to the
opposite sex.  She began to feel panicky.  Molly's threat might have to be
taken seriously.  The young girl definitely had a stubborn streak.  "You're
talking like a whore, Molly"

   "Then I'm a whore, Mom.  Paul's whore.  But I'll tell you what.  I'll
share Paul with you and you can be his whore too."

   "That's crazy!  Why would I want to have sex with my own son?"

   "I see and hear things between you and Daddy.  You might think I'm not
listening or you might not even notice that I'm around.  But I know Daddy
hasn't been giving you any sex for a long time." "So?" There was no sense
in denying the obvious.  At least Eleanor now knew the source of Paul's
information.  Paul wasn't the sort to notice anything unless he was hit
over the head with it.

   "I think it's just a matter of time before you start stepping out on
Dad," Molly said.  "I'd hate to see you pick up some weird disease from a
stranger.  You might as well have sex with someone you already know and
love.  With Dad out of commission, that leaves Paul."

   "That's the dumbest reason to commit adultery and incest that I've ever
heard," Eleanor sneered.  "My marriage vows mean something to me.  I will
never cheat on your father and least of all with your brother.  It's true
that I'm not happy with your father's physical condition but that's no
reason to be unfaithful.  I'm very worried about him.  "I'm also ashamed of
what happened last night and Paul should be ashamed also.  Are you
listening to me?  Molly!  Stop that right now!"

   Eleanor had been staring ahead and turned to face Molly.  Molly had her
right hand between her legs and appeared to be fingering her genitals. 
Eleanor reached over to grab her daughter's hand away but grabbed her
daughter's bare left thigh instead.  Molly jumped at her touch and Eleanor
thought she had hurt her daughter.  "I'm sorry," said Eleanor, her voice
full of concern.  "Did I scratch you?"

   "No, Mom.  It's just that your touch felt great.  Do you suppose I like
girls too?  I wish you'd put your hand back on my thigh." Eleanor was
shocked into silence.  She watched her daughter remove her hand from
between her legs and proceed to lick the moisture from her fingers.  "I've
never tasted myself before.  It's not bad." Molly reached down again and
scooped up more moisture from her cunt.  "Want to taste?" She presented her
hand to her mother.

   Eleanor only shook her head.  She couldn't believe this was happening.
Her children had gone insane.  "If you suck my fingers I'll put on my
panties and we can go to the mall," Molly offered.

   "Please, no," Eleanor whispered, shaking her head.  She reached up to
push Molly's hand away.

   "Suck it, goddamn you!" Molly demanded.

   Eleanor gaped at Molly.  She'd never heard her daughter swear.  Molly
took the opportunity to shove her fingers into her mom's mouth.  Eleanor
tasted her daughter's juices and was too shocked to protest.  "There, that
wasn't so hard was it?" Molly withdrew her fingers from Eleanor's mouth,
reached under the car seat and drew out a pair of panties.

   "We can go now," Molly said as she slipped on her panties.  Eleanor
backed the car out of the driveway and drove toward the mall.  She decided
to cooperate with her daughter for now.  Eleanor's first thought was to
spank Molly right then and there.  But no, to oppose Molly now might just
trigger more outrageous behavior.  Eleanor decided that on the following
Monday she would seek referrals for a psychiatric evaluation for Molly and
Paul.  She wasn't sure how the need for therapy for the children would be
explained to her husband but it had to be done.

   Seeking counseling for me might not be a bad idea thought Eleanor.  Her
relationship with her husband was strained.  They tried to shield that from
the children and the rest of the world but Molly had seen through that. 
Now the relationship with her children had taken a bizarre turn.  It might
be a character weakness on my part thought Eleanor.

   Eleanor actually marveled at Molly's inner strength.  Too bad it was
misdirected.  She recognized that Molly was controlling Paul and the poor
boy was probably putty in his sister's hands.  Eleanor also worried about
her reactions to the previous night's incident with Paul and the one that
just occurred in the car with Molly.  Were those erotic thrills she
experienced?  Eleanor worried and wondered.

   "Was there anyplace in particular you wanted to visit?" Molly and
Eleanor had picked up a snack and a soda and done some window shopping at
the mall.

   "I want to go to Victoria's Secret," said Molly.

   "Those fashions are a bit too old for you now.  In a couple of years
you'll look just fine." Eleanor thought that perhaps Molly was testing her.
If she insisted Eleanor would allow Molly to purchase a few intimate under
garments.  Her present inventory of panties was entirely of white cotton.

   "I don't want to shop there for me.  I want to shop there for you."
Eleanor felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach.  She realized Molly
wanted her to start dressing sexy for Paul's benefit.  A protest formed in
her mind but it never came out in words.  Eleanor realized that Molly was
trying to compromise her further.  If you dress like a slut, you'll act
like a slut.  Well, her daughter would have to realize that assumption was
wrong.  She would indeed go to the store to shop for sexy outfits.  No
matter how slutty Eleanor was dressed she wouldn't act the whore for her
son or anyone.

   Eleanor was surprised how much she got into shopping for sexy clothing.
She purchased outfits that could never be worn around her husband.  He was
sort of a prude and she dressed as sexy as she dared without meeting
Frank's disapproval.  Despite her reservations Eleanor charged up quite a
bit on her credit card.  I can afford it Eleanor rationalized.  I'm way
below on my dress budget and if Frank doesn't like it then that's too bad.
Eleanor had forgotten the reason she was there was at Molly's behest and
she was really enjoying herself.

   "You look great, Mom.  You're more beautiful than ever."

   "Thank you, darling." Eleanor flushed with pleasure.  She was trying on
some of her new clothing in her bedroom with Molly in attendance.  By the
time Eleanor was old enough to wear stockings pantyhose had taken over. 
She'd never purchased stockings and it was a new experience for her. 
Pantyhose were certainly more convenient Eleanor thought as she fastened
the stays to her stockings.  She could understand why stockings and garter
belts had lost favor with modern women.  Still, Eleanor liked how she
looked.  It brought back memories of playing dress-up with her sister and
girl friends.  Eleanor regretted not buying something nice for Molly.  It
was more fun dressing up with someone else.

   Eleanor also began to have doubt about her reaction to Molly and Paul's
relationship with each other.  Was it really so bad?  It certainly wasn't
that uncommon from what she'd read.  She'd also read that consensual sex
between siblings brought no lasting ill effects as long as there were no
children born as a result.  Eleanor didn't have a brother.  She wondered if
she did would she have been sexually attracted to him.  The thought brought
back memories of a crush Eleanor had on a cousin.  Well, he had been
oblivious to her.  Maybe if she had offered to give him a blow job...

   Should Eleanor allow Molly to get on birth control?  Of course, Paul
would have to use a condom.  She wasn't sure if Paul was experimenting
sexually yet.  It did sound as if he knew what he was doing.  There was no
sense taking any chances.  Of course Paul would have to forget this
ridiculous idea of sleeping with his own mother.  Maybe she should wait on
calling the mental health professionals.

   "Mom?  Wake up."

   "What?  Oh, excuse me, darling.  I guess I was daydreaming.  What did
you say?"

   "I said let's show Paul your new outfit."

   "Oh, well.  I'm not sure." Eleanor looked at herself in the mirror.  Her
skirt wasn't that much shorter than ones she already owned but the cleavage
was severe.  She didn't have a proper bra to wear so she had gone braless.
Now Eleanor was afraid a wrong move would expose her breasts.

   "Oh, don't worry.  It'll be for just a minute." Molly slipped outside.
She figured Paul would be hanging around just outside the door and she
wasn't wrong.  Molly whispered quickly in Paul's ear.  Paul nodded and
slipped inside the master bedroom.

   "You look fantastic, Mom."

   "Uh, thank you." Where did Molly go?  Eleanor wondered.  The little brat
had abandoned her.

   "Molly said you're wearing stockings and a garter belt.  Can I see?"

   "That's something you're not meant to see." Even as she spoke Eleanor
raised her skirt to expose a bit of bare flesh above her stocking top. 
"What else did she tell you?"

   "She said you dressed like this especially for me."

   "That's not true," Eleanor said.  "I think this modeling session is
over. You'd better leave now.  I have to change."

   "I'm not going anywhere.  C'mere."

   "Paul!  I don't want a repeat of last night.  Please leave my room this
instant.  Your father may be home any time now." At least Eleanor hoped he
would.  Frank usually came home straight from the golf course.  His
diabetes prevented him from drinking anymore.  Still, he liked to talk
politics with his cronies and that could last all afternoon.

   Paul wasn't listening.  He walked closer to embrace his mother.  Eleanor
put up her hands to push her son away but his forward motion knocked her
back.  Stumbling, she fell back on the bed.  Paul smiled as saw Eleanor
exposed to the waist again as her skirt flew up.  It was a much sexier
sight than the previous night's exposure.  He moved to pin his mother to
the bed.  In a purely reflex action Eleanor started flailing her legs.  One
foot caught Paul just right.  The blow temporarily paralyzed Paul's
diaphragm.  He collapsed to the floor and tried to regain his breath.

   "Oh my god!  Oh my god!  I'm sorry!  It was an accident!" Eleanor jumped
from the bed and knelt beside her son.  "Are you all right?  I didn't mean
to do it.  Shall I call the paramedics?"

   "I'll be all right," Paul wheezed.

   Once Eleanor decided that Paul was recovering she scampered into the
master bathroom, closed the door and locked it.  She sat down on the
commode seat and waited.  Eleanor was almost sure Paul would break down the
door and beat her for hurting him but after a while she calmed down.  Paul
wasn't breaking down the door.  He wasn't even knocking on it.  Well, he
might be outside waiting for her to come out.  Eleanor went to the door and
listened.  She didn't hear anything.

   "Paul?  Are you there?  Please listen.  I'm sorry I kicked you.  It was
an accident.  Paul?  I just can't let you do what you want to do.  Paul,
are you listening?"

   No response.  Eleanor sat back down.  What a disaster.  She looked at
her watch.  Dinner would have to be started soon.  "Paul?  Let's call a
truce.  I want to talk to Molly and you together.  You two might like what
I have to say.  I have to start dinner.  You know your father has to eat at
regular times, being a diabetic.  I'm coming out now.  Please don't start
anything."

   Eleanor unlocked the door and peeked out.  There was no sign of Paul. 
She took a deep breath and stepped out.  Apparently Paul had left when he
recovered.  Eleanor hurriedly changed out of her new outfit and into jeans
and a top.  She stuffed the clothes back into the shopping bag and hid it
in back of the closet.  It would be a while before she would ever wear
those clothes again.  Eleanor just didn't have the desire to return them.

   "Hi, Mom.  Dinner's just about ready," Molly announced.

   "Oh thank you, darling.  Where's Paul?"

   "I think he's out fiddling with his car."

   Eleanor decided to ignore Molly's role in setting her up.  She figured
it would only lead to another confrontation.  When Paul came in for dinner
he acted as if nothing was amiss.

   "I've been asked by an aide to the governor to do some consulting work."
Frank Rush looked rather pleased with himself.

   "That's great, Daddy," chirped Molly.

   "Congratulations Dad," said Paul.

   "When did this happen?" asked Eleanor.

   "On the golf course.  The man was in our foursome.  I can't believe my
luck."

   "It won't mean going to Sacramento, will it?"

   "Yes, it will for three or four months, at least." Frank hadn't noticed
the tension in his wife's voice.

   "I'm excited for you, Daddy," Molly enthused.

   "Could it mean a political appointment for you?" Paul asked.

   "That's what I'm hoping for, son.  Of course, they'll have to like my
work and the governor will have to be reelected.  He's facing a tough
challenge this year."

   "What about your job here?"

   "That will be taken care of.  I'll take a leave of absence and my
consulting fees will more than cover any lost income from work." Jeez! 
Frank thought.  I'm getting the third degree from my wife.  It's almost
like she's unhappy with the possibility of me moving up in the world.  At
least the kids are happy for me.

   Eleanor lay awake in bed worrying about her predicament, so much so that
she barely noticed Frank's snoring.  With her husband possibly going out of
town she would be at the children's mercy.  Eleanor wished for some way to
talk Frank out of accepting the offer.

   Eleanor heard a slight click and noticed the bedroom door open.  A dark
shadow entered and began to walk toward her.  She held her breath until the
shadow got close enough to recognize.  It was Paul.  "Paul?  What is it? 
Is something wrong?" she whispered.

   "Nothing's wrong," Paul whispered back as he knelt beside the bed.  "We
just have some unfinished business to take care of."

   "Forget it, Paul.  I'm not coming to your room.  Please leave before
your father wakes up and finds you here."

   "We can do it here.  I don't mind."

   "What?  No, Paul.  Please, no." Eleanor's body stiffened as she felt
Paul's hand slip under the covers and grasp her thigh.

   "No," she repeated.

   "Are you going to fight me, Mom?  I wouldn't advise it.  Dad would kill
us both if he woke up and found us like this.  Don't fight me.  Spread your
legs.  That's it.  Good girl." Eleanor was too frightened to resist.  To
struggle would mean certain discovery.  She slowly relaxed her thighs
allowing Paul's hand free to roam freely.  He grasped the crotch of her
panties and pulled them down her shapely legs and off.  With that
accomplished, he began to explore his mother's vulva and clitoris.  Paul
was amazed how quickly Eleanor lubricated.  He stuck two fingers in her
vagina and began a slow in and out motion while his thumb massaged her
clitoris

   Eleanor surrendered to the sensations almost immediately.  At that point
she didn't care who had his hand down there.  It just felt good.  She was
barely aware of anything else happening until she felt Paul's body lower
itself onto hers.  Eleanor's heart leaped to her throat.  Her own son was
going to fuck her.  His body was already between her legs and his prick was
already nudging its way into her wet hole.  "I'm not protected," Eleanor
gasped as Paul's stiff prick inserted itself fully into her vagina.

   "I don't care, Mom." Paul began a slow fucking motion.  This was not the
time to get enthusiastic.  He certainly didn't want his dad waking up with
the shaking motion.  Still, Paul couldn't believe how easy it had been to
get his mother underneath him, spreading her legs for him.  She must be a
slut at heart thought Paul.  All women must be that way.

   Barely 24 hours had elapsed since he seriously first thought of fucking
his mother and here it was, already happening.  It probably would have been
more like 24 minutes if he hadn't been interrupted the night before.  Paul
knew he wouldn't be able to last long this first time.  His prick began to
swell and soon he was pumping his sperm-filled semen deep into his mother's
womb.  Paul vaguely wondered if he'd given his mother an orgasm but then he
realized he didn't care whether he had or not.

   Eleanor expected complete and utter humiliation from this incestuous
experience with her son.  Instead she felt the love and fulfillment of a
sexually satisfied woman.  The only disgust she felt was for the obscene
bulk of her husband as he slumbered on the other side of the bed just
inches from where Paul was fucking his mother.  Eleanor wrapped her arms
and legs around her son's body and hugged him close.  He's not going to
last long she thought.  He's cumming already.  That's all right.  He's got
plenty of time to learn and I'll be there to teach him.  "You'd better go.
We'll talk tomorrow."

   Paul nodded his head.  The tension had gotten to him and he was very
tired.  After he left Eleanor began to worry again.  This time it was about
birth control.  She was pretty sure she wouldn't conceive this time but
there was the future to worry about.  She'd purchase a box of condoms and
inquire about getting a prescription for oral contraceptives.  Eleanor
couldn't use her regular gynecologist.  She knew about Frank's vasectomy
and it would raise embarrassing questions.  There was a family planning
clinic downtown.  Eleanor would make an appointment there for Molly and
herself.  As long as they were careful there was little chance of
discovery. She reached down between her legs and scooped out some of Paul's
cum with her fingers.  Not bad she thought as every bit was licked and
swallowed.

   Frank Rush was busily packing for his assignment in Sacramento.  He'd be
living out of a suitcase mostly but he thought the inconvenience would be
worth it.  Even if the governor wasn't reelected or he didn't receive the
sought after appointment there was the opportunity to do plenty of
networking with the power brokers in state politics.  It never hurt to have
friends in Sacramento.  At least Eleanor had started acting pleased with
his move.

   What the heck is that?  Frank thought.  He normally wouldn't have come
across Eleanor's bag of clothing except that he was making a sweep of the
closet to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.  Victoria's Secret huh?
Eleanor normally didn't shop there.  He was glad of that.  His bosses were
conservative and might not approve of his wife dressed like a whore or a
bimbo.  Perhaps they were jealous.  Eleanor could dress in a potato sack
and still make the other wives look pretty dowdy.  Amusement turned to
alarm as some of the outfits and accessories were pulled out of the bag.

   "Holy shit!" he said as he perused the credit card receipt he found at
the bottom of the bag.  Eleanor was trying to put the national debt on her
charge card.  The seed of suspicion was planted in Frank's mind.  He sat
down on Eleanor's side of the bed and tried to puzzle things out. 
Absentmindedly Frank opened her bedside drawer.  He turned pale when he saw
the box of condoms.  The next thing he saw was the prescription form from
the family planning clinic.  He couldn't read the doctor's scribble but it
obviously wasn't aspirin he was prescribing.  Frank Rush's heart started
beating rapidly.  He was sure his blood pressure was spiraling out of
control and he thought he was going to faint.  No wonder she was so anxious
for me to go to Sacramento thought Frank.

   "Whore!  Slut!" Frank Rush was screaming.  Eleanor had just stepped
through the door and was met with his torrent of abuse.

   "They're just clothes, darling.  I was going to return them anyway."
Eleanor thought Frank had just seen the clothing and was trying to calm him
down.

   "What about this and this?  Frank screamed as he brought out the condoms
and the contraceptive prescription.

   Eleanor knew she was caught.  She'd been careless and now she had to pay
the price.  The one thing that she had to do was to protect the children.
Paul and Molly had heard the screaming and come running.  They
instinctively knew what was wrong and were pale and frightened.  "Your
mother has been selling her body on the street.  Do either of you know
anything about this?"

   "Frank!  Keep the children out of this.  They don't know anything."

   "Shut up, slut or I'll smash your face in and then no one will want to
fuck you."

   "Paul, I want you to do something for me.  Can I count on you?"

   "Uh, sure Dad."

   "I want you to take over as man of the house while I'm gone.  I'm
putting you in charge of everything.  By the close of business tomorrow
your mother's signature won't count for anything.  Yours will.  That woman
is not to be trusted.  I want to you to keep an eye on her at all times. 
You too, Molly.  I'm very sorry I have to put you two through this but I
can't afford to get involved in a divorce proceeding, a sex scandal or a
murder charge." One look at Frank Rush's face and no one could doubt that
he was capable of murder at that moment.

   "If that woman leaves without one of you escorting her she won't be
coming back.  I also want any guests or service calls to the house
monitored by at least one of you." Paul and Molly merely nodded their
heads. They were still in shock.

   "I'll appreciate it." He picked up his suitcases and turned to his wife.
"Tell your boyfriend or your pimp or whoever he is that you're out of
business."

   "Put it in for me Mom.  I want Paul to fuck me now." Eleanor blushed
furiously.  The children had been fucking within an hour of their father
leaving the house.  Eleanor would have thought her children would have
preferred privacy for their first fuck but Paul and Molly had insisted on
her presence.  Now, for the past month or so, she was an active participant
in all their sexual activities.  She placed Paul's prick at Molly's vulva
and guided it into her vagina as Paul began to thrust.  "I love you both,"
Molly shouted as her brother began to fuck her.

   "We love you too, darling," said Eleanor.  She wondered how long it
would take for Molly to be impregnated.  Molly hadn't gone on birth control
and Paul wasn't wearing a condom.  Eleanor has already missed her period.
She hadn't bothered with birth control either.

   They wouldn't have to confront Frank Rush with his family's
indiscretions though.  The family had just received word Frank had died of
a massive heart attack while sitting at his desk in Sacramento.  Insurance
and survivor benefits were very generous.  They wouldn't miss him.


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