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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 2
BY CHILI PEELER 


     "How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at her.
     "I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing his hair off his forehead
in a motherly instinct. She could almost bet money on the position he'd
choose.
     "In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big smile on his face,
"Assume the position......of doggy submission!" He pulled his fingers from
her pussy and sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up from his
hairy pubes like a Stonehendge monolith. 
     Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just loved to take her from
behind. She liked just about any position if the truth was known.
     "You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting up and then twisting
her body over so she was in the position he wanted, crouching on her
hands and knees in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows just in
front of her as Brad moved between her calves, his right hand coming up to
stroke her puffy pouch of pussy nestled between the top of her thighs while
his left hand lay on her butt.
     "I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like this...you got a great
ass,
Mom," Brad said complimentary. His knees spread her legs wider and his
fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love to drive my hips into it
while I fuck you."
     Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at Brad's bawdy talk and
the way he was massaging the inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her
husband never would have been able to use such language and she never
would have experienced it if she's settled down with some older suitor from
town.
     "You like to watch it shake while you screw me?" Sharon asked, giving
him tit-for-tat. She looked back at him and could almost see his mind
trying to think up a comeback.
     "You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm throwing Big Chubby
to ya!" His left hand squeezed her asscheek to punctuate his statement.
Big Chubby was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he used
with all too much regularity.
     "Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said, moving her pussy
back and forth suggestively around his digits, fucking herself on them. She
was more than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use.
     "You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by day but when we
get in this bed....man, you like it down and dirty, don't you?" He was
almost laughing at her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot and
moved even closer behind her, his figure now seeming to loom over her
upthrust ass. His eyes were on her face as he dipped his knees slightly
and slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It was apparent that
he wanted an answer before he continued.
     "You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't sleep with her own
son." Her words pleased Brad; he began to smile. She went further. "An
angel doesn't get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck her all
night!"
     That got him. She turned her face away from him and held her breath
as he directed the tip of his cock against the flower of her pussyhole and
pushed strongly. After all the times he had done this, he knew just the
right pressure to apply to sock the fat head of his fucker past the resisting
ring of her pussy portal.
     His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all night!" completely covered
her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of pleasure and pain as he entered her. She closed
her eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of discomfort but it went
away quickly.
     "Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get fucked, you dirty, dirty
angel." 
     Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing the rest of his thick
fuckstick through her splayed cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant being
stuffed up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it.
     "Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so easy," Brad grunted as
his strong hands held her ass and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch by
wide inch. 
     "Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said through gritted teeth. He
always compared her to girls his own age that he dated and fucked; those
high school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't reached to the
point of maturity where they could accommodate her son or just didn't
want to try. She'd been only too happy to cure his blue balls after those
occasions.
     "Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a big final push, he sank
his
last three inches into her begrudging cunt in a bull rush.
     "Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite charge up her .
Normally if he'd tried something like that, she'd have tore into him about
being crude and uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that she
didn't want to make a point of it. 
     "Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely.
     "It's all right....just leave it in for a moment," she asked. She wanted
her cuntal sheath to fully expand before her son started banging away.
     As they stayed still in the center of her bed, she dipped her head down
to look back under her body. One thing about their taboo sex that she
loved was to watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his man-
cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic!
     Taking him on her hands and knees was her least favorite position for
viewing the penetration but, through her dangling titties, she could watch
his nuts and that held some charm.
     'They're going to give Brenda what she wants... a big load or two of
potent baby cream," Sharon thought. Brad just exuded virility and she was
sure in her mind that he could knock up his sister-in-law if given the
chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming back for more,
besides his natural Oedipallic yearning, was the opportunity to fuck her
without a condom; she'd had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore
her pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked his nuts in. 
     She steadied herself on her left hand as she reached back between her
legs with the right. Her fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a few
delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a little more and took
Brad's balls in the palm of her hand.
     "You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and behind her. His
heavy balls slid off her hand as he pulled his cock out of her cunt halfway
and then pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his swinging
scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers but he was already into his
second thrust, his balls escaped her as they swung away. She satisfied
herself with feeling the underside of his moving shaft and her bulging,
sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands forward to grab her waist, his
fingers digging into her skin.
     "MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she trilled and
puffed and grunted in front of her hung son as he fucked her like a cur in
the middle of her bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her for
years and years. God help her, Brad was better, so much better!
     Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic squawking of the
mattress coils heralding another hot coupling of mother and son. They
fucked silently for several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act
without expounding about the shameful sensations emanating from their
sex organs.
     "You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted behind her in imperfect
English, "...fucking awesome!" His erection plumbed her nice and hard, the
only speed he seemed to know.
     Sharon steadied herself on both hands again, closing her eyes and
tilting her head back toward her shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against
her bottom again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and shaking just
like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed in her oozing quim.
     "Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby, get Momma off!" she
pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass prevertedly, goading her young lover to fuck
her harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking her hard but didn't
shift into the higher gears she knew he had.
     He did however dip his hands under her hips, his body leaning over her
slightly as his fingers tortured her unhooded clit. His fingers were clumsy,
riding on her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing her slick
downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew the extra stimulation would put
her into orbit.
     "Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze my dick....yeah,
that's it, Mom!  Ah, fuck yeah...make it tight....then let it cum...aahhh
....aahhhh."
     Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's pounding pud,
squeezing the front half of his horse cock when it delved between them.
His words and fingers were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where
control of her cunt would be lost.
     "Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let her face and
shoulders fall into the stacked pillows before her, afraid her arms were
going to give out any second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward a
few inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass higher. He quickly
straightened up, grabbing her jiggling cheeks with his strong mitts as he
shifted into overdrive. 
     "AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that....pussy up!
FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!"
     Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow exploded in a juice-
squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She fought to even breath as her sex jerked
and shimmied around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts.
     "UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release, just
blown away by her son's powerful fucking.
     Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of time but she came out
of the fuck funk feeling Brad's hands under her armpits, pulling her upper
body upward.
     "Get up..I want you up," she realized Brad was saying. "Yeah..I want
you just like this!"
     No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than Brad grabbed her
by the shoulders and began lunging into her still-shivering sex. He was
laying into her so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so powerfully that
Sharon thought the back of her head would bump against her tailbone!
     "TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!"
     Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum in her stretched cunt
as he shoved in deep. His twitching tool sent her into a follow-up mini-
orgasm, the two of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed with her
juices in the confines of her cunt.
     The world outside spun on unknowingly.

     "Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon said later as they
lay on their backs beside each other.
     "God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad misunderstood what
she'd meant but neither had to get up early in the morning. Another go-
round would probably occur if her pussy could take it.  She rolled on her
side toward him, raising up on her elbow and draping her arm across his
chest.
     "I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me' but I think you'll enjoy
it
as much.....we've got a crisis in the family."
     "Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her arm.
     "Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby for quite a while and
Brenda's found out that Chris is the problem."
     "What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?"
     "Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking him, "but the odds
aren't good and Brenda wants a baby....even if it's not Chris's."
     Brad looked from the ceiling to her face.
     "Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....that is, if you want."
     "No shit!"
     "I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son, "We were talking about
it when you came in today. I've seen the way you look at Brenda... I hope
you don't mind me volunteering you for the task."
     "And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked, trying to hide his
obvious interest.
     "Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find out."
     "So, Brenda said it was O.K. for me to fuck her?" Brad's concern about
Chris's feelings disappeared fast enough.
     "It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's going to have to be
done with, uh, some detachment. She's just looking to get pregnant...it
would be a no-frills thing." 
     "My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy and you call that no-
frills?!" Brad said with a naughty gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that frills
deluxe!"
     "I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself," Sharon said, kissing
him tenderly for a moment. "You've just have to act like you aren't."
     "That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sexpot....almost as hot as
you," he added, his fingers moving up her arm and onto her right breast.
     "Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed, moving her hand
down his stomach to touch his hardening prick. "Is this because of me or
because of Brenda?"
     "Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back and moving over her.
"But Brenda's not here, so you'll have to do."

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     'I should have my head examined for even thinking about this,' Brenda
thought as she drove to her mother-in-law's house the next afternoon. But
she had made up her mind to go through with Sharon's solution. It made
sense in every way.
     And there was that illicit element that made it even exciting. She could
use some excitement if the truth be known.
     Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There wasn't a lot of variation
in their lovemaking. He wanted to be sucked for awhile and then he got on
top and went as long as he could. That had been very exciting when they
were dating but, after years of marriage, the luster was wearing off.
     Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of growing up to do but
there was something that was very exciting about his untamed manners. It
was like having Tarzan in the family.
     She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the wild dream that she'd
had about Brad the previous night. She knew enough about dreams to
know that things seen or heard in a previous day often made their way into
dreams. So she shouldn't have been surprised she'd have a sexual dream. 
But her part in the dream had shocked her.
     In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The scene had been his
mother's bedroom but she wasn't covered up, hiding her body. She'd been
naked and pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the beginning of
the portion of the dream that she could remember. The shorts had come off
and Brad had had this super cock. Obviously, he couldn't have one like the
one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen inches long! She'd pushed
Brad on his back on the bed and climbed on top of him, steering his
unbelievable organ right up into her ready pussy, sinking down on it until it
was somehow all the way inside her. Then she'd bounced on it like a
banshee until it unleashed a huge blast of sperm right where she needed
it.
     But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted from Brad's wilting
surrealistic dick and scooted back until she was straddling his knees.
Then she'd taken that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and jacked
on it like a porno star.
     She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she could get more of his
seed in her fertile womanhood. But the damn thing had gone off in her
mouth, shooting blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering
in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to produce so much
sperm, she'd swallowed it down and kept right on sucking. 
     Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and she'd pulled him on top
of her, spreading her legs wide, letting Brad ram his long prong impossibly
deep in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after orgasm as he
pounded her. It had been so unbelievable but so real!
     Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt like a quart of baby
juice. Almost immediately, Brenda had felt that she was pregnant, that a
new life was being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly had
started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in about ten seconds. Then all at
once it had snapped back to its original flat state and Brad was presenting
her with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes, pressing a nipple
in its mouth, feeling it beginning to nurse.....
     That's when she had sat up in bed beside her sleeping husband, her
breath coming in waves, her body tingling with excitement.
     'Brenda, you've got some imagination!' she told herself, seeing her
mother-in-law's house come into view. 'This is just about getting pregnant
and that's all.'
     But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't about just having
a baby. 


     The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to answer it. It was
most likely Brenda, come to discuss things with her and Brad. 
     "Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped at the top of the
stairs.
     "Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out of his bedroom.
     "That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call you."
     "Gotcha."
     "And comb your hair!" she said before heading downstairs.
     Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda though the sheer
curtains on the inside door.
     "Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening both doors.
     Brenda came in and she said to come into the kitchen and have some
ice tea that she had made. Brenda and she went into the kitchen.
     "You must be working today," Brenda said as she sat down at the
kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her nurse's uniform.
     "Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you go." Sharon sat a glass
of tea in front of Brenda and sat down at the table.
     "Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter-in-law asked.
     "Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen Brad so serious as when
I told him about your problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to Brenda to
keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that Brad was only
interested in slipping her his salami, would have blown everything. "He
sees the reasoning behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd keep our
secret."
     "Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked.
     "I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he understands what
could happen to our family if this gets out. Don't worry about that."
     "Then I guess, if Brad tests O.K., we should plan for this coming
Thursday. That's the next big day."
     "Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him about it," she said.
Sharon walked over to the stairs and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!"
She then walked back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey."
     Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous talking with Brad now
that it looked like he was going to know her so intimately. But Brenda
looked totally at ease, even eager to see Brad.
     'Could it be that she's convinced herself so totally that this is the
right
thing to do?' Sharon wondered.
     Brad came down the stairs, looking much more presentable than usual.
His hair was combed back in a ponytail and he was wearing a tennis shirt
and nice knee-length shorts.
     "Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he slipped into his usual
comedic self, putting on a serious voice, he said, "You all know why I've
called you here today."
     "Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to joke his way right out
of his chance to lay with Brenda and deny her a grandchild.
     "Sharon, it's O.K.," Brenda said, waving her hand at her. "Some levity
is what we need right now. Sit down, Brad."
     Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting. She seemed to
be in control of the situation. Brad sat down at the table and managed to
control himself for the next half hour that they talked.
     Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to her and Chris.
Brad laid it on a little thick, saying that he just wanted her and Chris to be
happy but Brenda seemed to buy it.
     So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in the morning to pick
up a sperm sample and take it to the out of town clinic for analysis.
Sharon was a little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek when
she left. It went against the impersonal tone they had all put on the actual
event.

     
     "How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she came back from
walking Brenda out to her car.
     "You were fine, dear," his mother said as she cleaned the table.
     "Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said with a smile. 
     "Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother said with a small
laugh.
     "Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!"
     "Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she said shaking her
head but smiling. "I better head to work."
     Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother looked pretty hot in
her nurse's uniform. He made a mental note to see if she might go for
wearing it one night.
     "What are you going to do tonight?" she asked before she left.
     "Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't any parties. Maybe I
ought to study."
     "Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the books was not what he
did and it was the summer anyway.
     "Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the old joke on her.
     "You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically as he laughed at
his own joke. Then she said, "I don't think you have to worry. From
someone who's been on the receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just fine."
     "Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right anyway?"
     "Yes. So keep it in your pants." 
     He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she kissed him good-
bye. She told him where dinner was in the fridge and then she was gone,
leaving him to think about Brenda and what was to come.

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     It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon pulled her car into
her garage and went inside her house. She'd been on duty for fourteen
hours at the hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three hours
during the night thanks to a rotation they had worked out among the
nurses on duty. She was a little fatigued but she would wait until after
Brenda stopped by to pick up Brad's sperm sample.
     She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons of two twelve-paks of
Olympia near the sink.
     'Looks like Brad had some company last night,' she thought.
     She looked in the livingroom and saw empty potato chip bags and beer
cans on the coffee table. It looked like Brad and some of his friends had
spent the night drinking and watching TV.
     She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of Brad's sleeping
friends but found none. She then went into the kitchen and took a wine
glass out of the cupboard. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between her
fingers, she made her way upstairs.
     She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber soled nurse shoes
and went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight
shift, she had drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in her mouth.
     Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the upstairs hallway. She
looked in the guest bedroom and found it empty. Likewise, the small den
where she did the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room to
check out.
     She knocked very lightly and then opened the door. Her son was
sprawled on his bed, face down and naked. He was alone which was
something of a relief. There wouldn't be any girls to chase away.
     Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the sight of Brad's nude
form yet again. He was 19 but he had a more mature body. She was a very
lucky woman to share a bed with him frequently.
     She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she sat on the side of
the bed and shook his shoulder.



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