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WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING  WARNING   WARNING  WARNING  

This story is pure fantasy.  It depicts actions which may be offensive
to some.  If you are under eighteen, dislike fantasy's depicting
sexual relations between consenting adults, consenting youth,
homosexual, bisexual, lesbianism or sex between adults and youth,
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Vice is Nice but...  by Bebrack


A raunchy little tale of incest.





The raucous sing-song of  squeaking springs vaguely filtered into my
sub-conscious as I slipped in and out of a light, restless sleep.  A
slight breeze gently ruffled the curtain at my bedroom window as it
tried to relieve the oppressive heat that had built up during the day.
I glanced at the clock beside my bed.  5:30.  Still a couple of hours
before I had to get up.  I turned over, trying to get back to sleep
but the bedsprings seemed to get louder, more insistent.  Soft, hushed
sounds drifted from their bedroom.  I heard a sharp intake of breath,
then a quiet but steady moaning mixed with the squeaking springs. Dad
must be getting a morner, I thought as I covered my head with a
pillow, trying to blank the sounds from my mind.  It didn’t work. 

 In my minds eye I could see what was happening in the other room.
Dad kneeling between Mom’s legs, his big hard cock sliding in and out
of her hairy cunt, as her tits bounced with every thrust.  She’d have
her legs wrapped around his back, urging him on, twisting and grinding
to meet his cock as it invaded her inner-most depths.

Suddenly I heard him gasp out, “I’m cumming, baby, ready or not.”

“Not yet,” I heard Mom say, “I’m not ready.”

“Sorry, hon, to late to stop,” I heard my dad answer, then a loud
groan and silence.

A short time later I heard him get up and go to the bathroom, then in
a minute the shower started running.  I kind of dozed off but awakened
as Dad left for work.  I heard the car start and the rumble of the
muffler fading as he drove away.  I got up to go to the bathroom and
after relieving my self, walked to the door of Mom and Dad’s room.
I’ll never forget the sight laying before my eyes.

Mom had fallen asleep after Dad had finished and was laying on the
bed, still on her back with her legs slightly spread.  The sheets were
on the floor at he foot of the bed and her nightgown was up under her
arms.  She was whimpering softly in her sleep, her hips making small
involuntary jerks as she dreamed of something.   My cock started to
swell, stirring in my shorts, longing to fulfil the desires of Mom’s
dreams.  Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her quick,
uneven breathing and her nipples were large and erect.   The lips of
her pussy were red and swollen from the fucking she had received, and
the dark, curly hair was still wet and matted from the cum that had
been spurted onto it. 

I slid my hand into my shorts and stroked my throbbing prick.  I
wondered if my six and a half inches would satisfy a grown up woman.
I wondered what Mom would do if it slipped into bed beside her.  I
wondered if she would yell at me and tell Dad what I’d done. I
wondered but there was only one way to find out.

I quietly and carefully crept into the bed beside my Mom.  She stirred
restlessly in her sleep as I slipped my shorts off and lay next to
her, slowly inching my way closer to her until finally I was pressing
softly against her naked body.

I raised up on one elbow and tenderly brushed one hand over her brow,
whispering breathlessly, “Mom.....mom, are you okay.”

She drowsily opened her eyes and answered, “Yeah, honey, I’m okay.
Why?”

“Well,” I started, “you were kinda moaning in your sleep and I was
worried that you were sick or something.  It must have been a bad
dream.”

“No, hon, It wasn’t a bad dream.  In fact it was kind of a nice
dream,” she said, smiling up at me and reaching to draw my head down
to her chest, to comfort me.

She gasped as my open lips pressed against her naked nipple.   She
tried to set up and pull down her nightgown, realizing for the first
time where her nightgown was,  but I was pressed against her chest so
she couldn’t get up.  My tongue flicked against her nipple and made
circles on  her heaving breast as she struggled to rise.

“Oh Billy, don’t,” she sighed, “we can’t do this.  It’s not
nice.”

“But Mom,” I replied, “didn’t you tell me sex was beautiful
between two people that love each other?”

“Well....yes,” she hesitated, “but....”

“And don’t we love each other?,” I continued.

“Well.....yes,” she said, relaxing a little as her hand started
stroking my hair and pushing my head toward her breasts again.

I gently grasp one breast in my free hand, rolling the nipple between
thumb and forefinger.

“Ohhhh....does baby need to feed?,” she whispered, pressing my mouth
to her tits.

“Yyaehhh,” I mumbled, my mouth full of succulent, erect nipple.  I
rolled over her and felt her legs spread wide to accommodate me.  Her
hot, wet pussy pressed tightly against my bare belly.  Her hips were
pushing up against me in a soft but insistent rhythm as my tongue
lashed first one nipple then the other.  Now that I was on top, both
hands were kneading the fleshy softness of her tits as my tongue
teased the upright nipples.

“Oh baby,” she finally moaned, “Momma wants you inside her.  Could
you do that?”

“I guess, Mom,” I whispered, “but you’ll have to help me.  Tell me
what to do.  I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay, hon, slide up on me a little farther,” she said, helping me
move into a better position.

I felt her tits squash against my chest as I moved and the hot wetness
of her pussy across my belly as I crawled higher on her.  Her legs
came up to encircle my waist and I felt my prick rubbing on her slick
hairy cunt.

“Raise up a little so I can guide your cock into me,” Mom
instructed, moving her hand between our bodies.  “Now push in, slow
and easy.”

I did as I was told and felt the warm, velvety smoothness of her pussy
engulf my pulsating prick.  The pulpy flesh of her inner lips clasping
my boy cock, milking it for her own satisfaction.   Her hips were
thrusting upwards trying to relieve the itch that was again engulfing
her.  I started a slow,  rhythmical insertion-withdrawal movement and
she was soon squirming and pitching her hips to meet every thrust. I
felt my balls tighten and my cock started to quiver and jerk.

“Oh mommy, I’m cumming,” I groaned, as my hot sperm shot into her
already gooey cunt, “I’m sorry.  I wanted to make you cum first.”

“That’s alright, hon, I’m used to it.”, she gently replied.

We lay there for several minutes, wrapped in each others arms, my cock
still buried deep within her.  I could still feel her pussy clasping
and unclasping my still hard cock.  I started a slow thrusting motion
and felt the hot juices from our bodies squishing between us.  Soon I
was fully hard again and my hips were pistoning my cock into her gooey
cunt.

“Oohhh....ooohhhh,” she moaned in my ear, “I’m not used to this.
Oh, make me cum, baby, make your mommy cum with your hard cock.”

I raised up slightly and she lifted her legs and rested them on my
shoulders, opening up her pussy even more to my driving cock.  I could
hear the slurp as I withdrew and a sticky wet slap as I entered her
and our bellies came together.  The  sensual fragrance of her totally
aroused sex wafted pungently  through the air around us.  I reached
down between us and dipped my finger into the pool of juice
surrounding my torrid prick.  Slowly I raised my finger to my face,
smelling the musky fragrance then slowly licking the juices from my
finger.  I repeated this several times, each time her eyes watched me
gather the juice, lift it to my face, smell it and finally lick my
finger clean.  Then I dipped my finger and offered it to her.  She
looked at me oddly, then tentatively stuck her tongue out to sample
the offering.  She reached out and took my hand, guiding my finger
into her mouth, her eyes were fastened to mine as she slowly sucked my
finger into her mouth, her lips pursed around it then began moving her
head, letting the finger glide lightly in and out of her mouth.  I
gasped at the visual sight of Mom sucking the juices off my finger
while my cock was sliding in and out of her cunt.

	Mom’s eyes closed suddenly and I felt her pussy contract
tightly around my cock.  She threw her head back and let out a long.
low moan from between clenched teeth.

“Oooo....ooohhh.....aaahhhh, oh baby you made your mommy cum,” she
groaned in my ear, “Ohhh, baby, it feels so good.  I love the way you
fuck your mommy.”   She shuddered and convulsed against my body for a
long minute, then slowly relaxed with a long sigh.

I collapsed on top of her and for the second time that morning spurted
my load of sperm deep  into her belly.  We lay there for a short time
and then Mom said, “Com’on lazy bones, we got to get up and get
dressed. Your sister is supposed to get home from college today.”  

I groaned a bit because I didn’t want to leave the silky warmth of
her slippery pussy, but I got up and staggered toward the shower.  I
stood under a pelting cold shower for a few minutes and when I
emerged, Mom was setting there on the toilet seat, wrapped in a robe,
waiting to take her shower.  I stood there before her, dripping water,
speechless.  I didn’t know what to say.  She brushed by the
awkwardness by tossing me a towel and telling me to get my buns out of
the road because she had to shower to.  I got dressed in a pair of
cut-off   jeans and a tee-shirt and went down stairs.

After a few minutes Mom came down stairs looking rejuvenated and
perky.  Her face was scrubbed and shiny and a few damp curls still
clung wetly to the nape of her neck.  She wore a simple summer dress,
one of those that wrapped around and tied, and a pair of penny loafer.

“How about breakfast?,” she asked.

“Sure,” I responded, “seems I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“Smart ass,” she retorted, “If I wasn’t afraid of your sister
catching us I’d give you something to eat.”  

 She grinned at me all the way to the kitchen.  I followed her into
the kitchen and sat at the table, watching, while she fixed breakfast.
The way she moved, bent over and even stood seemed extra sexy to me.
As she came close to me I reached out and put a hand on her hip.  She
stopped and smiled down at me.  I smiled back and let my other hand
slide up the inside of her leg.  I stopped just above the knee.  She
sucked in her breath and I looked up to see that she had her eyes
closed.  I let my hand slide a little farther up her leg and began to
knead the soft flesh of her inner thigh.  My cock was making a growing
bulge in my jeans as I let my hand travel on to the juncture of her
legs.  I glanced up again and saw that now she was biting at her lower
lip and her breasts were rising and falling with her quickened
breathing.   I let my hand slide on past her pussy to rest on the soft
roundness of her stomach, letting my fingers trail softly through the
dark curly hair surrounding her cunt,

“Know why you didn’t wear any panties today?”, I asked.

“Why?”, she answered, reaching out to steady herself.

“Cause you want my hard cock to slip in this juicy hole,” I told
her, letting a finger slip just inside the lips of her cunt.

“Yeah,” she admitted, “but you know we can’t right now.  Remember
your sisters coming home any time.”   I pushed my finger clear into
her hot hole, she sucked in her breath again as my thumb found her
clit and began to rub in small circles over it.  Finally I withdrew my
hand from under her dress and lifted my finger to my nose.

“Ahhh...nectar of the gods,” I exclaimed, reciting from some sex
novel I’d read, “Only the finest comes from this vessel.”

She stepped away and finished fixing breakfast.  We’d just finished
and was clearing off the table when my sister arrived.  

Lindsey was nineteen and had just finished her freshman year at a
state college located several hours  away.  She was home for a short
break and then was returning to take some summer classes.  We went out
to greet her and I helped her carry her luggage to her room Lindsey
was a pretty girl, even if she was my sister.  She was about five foot
two, had blue eyes and short blonde hair.  Her hair was cut in a pixie
style that framed her face and accentuated her large eyes and full
lips.  She only weighed about a hundred and ten pounds but it was
distributed in all the right places.  Her breasts were large for a
girl her size, about 36C, and her waist flared into shapely hips and a
nice firm ass.  She was wearing cut-off jeans and a tee-shirt that had
the bottom cut off so her mid-riff was bare.

I was behind her admiring the way her ass swayed as she walked when we
entered her room.  She bent over to put some of the luggage on the bed
and the jeans pulled tight across her ass with the seam pulling deeply
into the cheeks and I knew it must be putting pressure on her slit as
well.   As she leaned over,  the tee-shirt hung open and I could
plainly see her tits hanging down, jiggling softly as she moved.  She
glanced back and caught me staring at her tits.

“What you lookin’ at?,” she demanded.

“Ah....ah, I was just noticing your tits,” I mumbled, “They look a
lot bigger than when you left to go to school.”

“Oh,” she said, looking down at her breasts, “do you really think
so?”

“Yeah, sure,” I assured her, “and look at he way your nips poke out
through the tee-shirt!  They’ve gotten lots bigger.”

“Are you sure?,” she asked uncertainly, reaching down and pulling up
the tee-shirt to reveal her large firm globes, “I thought they were
just hibernating or something.”

“Nope,” I said positively, reaching out to cup a breast with one
hand, “Just look at how much bigger your nipples are than they used
to be.”  I gentle rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She drew her breathe in with a sharp gasp, and I looked up to see that
she was biting down on her lower lip just as mom had done earlier.

“What’s taking you kids so long,” mom inquired as she walked into
the room, looking from my hand on sis’s tit, up to the expression on
her face, and down to the growing bulge in my jeans.

“Ah.....well,” Sis stuttered, “Ah, well.....”  She tried
frantically to pull the tee-shirt down and step away from me but her
legs were against the edge of the bed and she couldn’t move.

“I just told Lindsey that her tits were getting bigger and she just
wanted me to take a closer look,” I explained, keeping my hand on her
breast and holding it up for mom’s inspection.

“Hmmm....,” mom murmured, “I think they are getting bigger.  I
think they’re as big as mine now.”

“Let’s compare,” I said, reaching out and tugging at the tie
holding mom’s dress together.  Lindsey was looking at me in
disbelief, her eyes going back and forth between mom and me.  She was
having a hard time grasping what was going on.  Mom’s dress fell open
at the front, revealing her luscious breasts and the hairy patch
between her legs..  Mom reached up, cupped one of her tits, held it
out and said, “Well, which is the biggest?”

“Pretty close to a draw I’d say,” I said.

“But which tastes the best,” she teased.

“I don’t know.  I haven’t tasted Sis’s,” I laughed.

“Well what’s holding you back?”, mom said, grinning at me.  

“Just waiting for sis to say it’s okay,” I answered, looking into
her eyes as I said it.

“I guess it’d be alright if mom says so,” Lindsey replied, “but
what’s been going on around here?”

“It’s a long story,” I said, smiling, “I heard Mom and Dad getting
a little this morning, then after Dad left I went into their room and
mom was asleep on the bed.  She hadn’t pulled her nightgown down and
the sheets were off the foot of the bed so there she lay, naked.  I
undressed and slipped in beside her she woke up and pulled me to her
breast.  She didn’t realize her nightgown was pulled up under her
arms until my lips touched her nipple. I held her down for a minute
while I sucked and pretty quick I was between her legs fucking her
pussy.  You can see she enjoyed every minute of it.”  I lowered my
head to her tits.

“Mmmmm....ooohHHH,” she gasped as my tongue flicked feverishly over
her stiffened nipple while my free hand fondled her other tit.

Mom dropped to her knees between us as I was sucking Lindsey’s tits
and hastily began undoing my jeans.  When they were undone she quickly
pulled my jeans and shorts down around my ankles.  My straining shaft
was released from its confines and sprang to attention, waving and
jerking just inches from mom’s soft warm mouth.  I bit down hard on
Lindsey’s nipple as I felt Mom’s hot lips slip over the head of my
prick.

“Ahhh...don’t bite so hard Billy,” Sis insisted, “just suck them
nice like mom’s doing to your cock.”  As mom’s mouth engulfed the
length of my shaft, sis’s hands went to the buttons on her own jeans.
Fumbling at the buttons for a minute or two, she finally groaned in
frustration, “Billy, help me get these damn jeans off, please!!”  I
was more than willing to oblige.   I quickly unbuttoned the jeans and
as she pushed them over her hips, I slid my hand inside her panties.
My fingers trailed slowly through the soft, curly hair covering the
hot tight slit between her legs.  She moaned softly as I slipped one
finger into her tight, wet cunt and then again as I pressed in two
fingers.

Mom pulled Lindsey’s panties down over her ass so she could watch
what I was doing.  Lindsey pulled the tee-shirt over her head, then
sank slowly back onto the bed.  I followed her down, never
relinquishing my lip lock on her nipple, and stretched out along side
her on the bed.  Her feet were drawn up underneath her with her knees
spread wide, opening up her pussy to my exploring fingers.  She was
moaning softly as my fingers stirred the juices deep within the folds
of her slippery, hot cunt.

“Oh god, mama, I want Billy to fuck me, Please!”, Lindsey moaned.

“Help your sister out, Billy, fuck her with your nice hard cock,”
Mama told me, as she slowly released my cock and got to her feet.

I kneeled between Lindsey’s wide spread legs and rubbed my throbbing
cock over her juicy, open cunt.  When the head of my prick was well
lubricated with her juices, I slowly pushed about four inches of hard
cock into her silky, smoothness, watching the expression on her face
as I softly started pumping my ass, letting a little more enter her at
each stroke.  Her legs encircled my waist as her ass picked up the
rhythm set by my slowly pistoning member.   Her arms reached up to
pull me tightly against her, squashing her tits into my chest and
moaning softly in my ear.

“Oh Billy, ooohhhh, oh it feels so good, do me faster baby, pump your
nice hard cock deeper into my gooeshy pussy.   Spurt your cum into my
hot cunt. Fuck me, fuck me ;,fuck,” she moaned, as I picked up the
tempo.

I could feel mom’s hands as she softly caressed my balls as I fucked
Lindsey, slowly stroking the underside of my slippery shaft as it
plunged into sis’s hot wet hole, then back up over my rapidly
tightening nuts.  I could feel the tenseness of impending climax
approaching swiftly as I grabbed hold of sis’s ass and shoved my meat
in as deep as it would go.  I grunted as I shot spurt after spurt of
hot creamy cum into her already sopping pussy.   As she felt my cock
twitch and jerk as it dumped its load, the muscles of her vagina walls
contracted spasmodically around my shaft and she climaxed with a
whimpering groan.   We collapsed in a hot, sweaty heap in each others
arms, catching our breaths in short jerky gasps.  After several
minutes of just laying there, my cock soaking in juices of its own
making, mixed with hers, of course, I rolled of sis and sat on the
edge of the bed.   I sat there for several minutes, looking at the
red, swollen pussy lips, and the gooey mess we’d made in the soft
curly hair of her cunt. 

 Then I looked at mom, who was cradling Lindsey’s head, quietly
stroking her hair.   She was laying back on the bed, one knee up,
exposing the soft, pink, inner flesh of her pussy.  I glanced down at
my semi-hard, juice covered cock and wondered if it could get up
again.  Mom squelched that notion by setting up, looking from one of
us to the other, and smiling.

“Better get cleaned up and dressed,” she said, “the carpet cleaning
guy is supposed to be her around noon.”

Lindsey got up and went into the shower.  I looked down at the mess
between my legs and decided I needed a shower to.  I went into the
shower with Lindsey.

But that’s another story.








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