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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 5
BY CHILI PEELER  chilepeelr@aol.com
 

   'Oh, God help me, that was so good,' Brenda thought as they became
still. She could feel her womb awash in Brad's seed and she said a quick
silent prayer that she would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual
conception to be memorable and this certainly would be.
   "Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear.
   "Have you two....finished?" Brad's mother's voice called.
   'I forgot all about her....she heard everything!' Brenda thought, her face
becoming red with embarrassment. She gave a push up at Brad to get him
moving out and off of her and she pushed at the inside of his elbow, trying
to get him to remove his hand from under her nightshirt.
   "Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question.
   Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his knees as his deflating
cock slipped out of her, the covers falling down behind his ass.
His eyes dropped down and Brenda realized he was staring right at her
spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down just as his mother
came into sight on his left.
   "Are you all right?" his mother said kindly.
   "Yeah..." Brenda answered, "uh....Brad did his job."
   "I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to cover himself. And in front
of his own mother! 
   "Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if you don't mind," his
mother said, keeping her gaze averted.
   "All right," he said toward his mother. But before he moved off the bed,
he reached down to rub her left knee and said, "I hope that gives you what
you want." 
   He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and in the emotional
state she was in, she teared up.
   Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his shorts. He just picked
them up off the bed and walked out of the room.
   "You sure you're O.K.?" his mother asked, sitting beside her to stroke
her forehead.
   "I feel good, Sharon, really I do."
   "Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said, taking some of the
pillows in her hands. In a few moments, they had several pillows and the
towel under her. 
   "I know this is a position feels stupid but I want you to stay like this for
about an hour," Sharon said, again sitting down beside her to rub her arm.
Mrs. Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her wedding to
Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda....you're doing a good thing for the
family."
   "Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before..." Brenda started, then
trailed off.
   "No, why would you think that?"
   "I didn't maintain much control before...I was too verbal, wasn't I?"
   Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids. When you make a
baby, it's always like that. We talked about that before. Now, I want you to
just relax and think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows,
something could be happening in you right now."
   Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then, she stood
and headed to leave the bedroom.
   "I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed the door behind her.
   Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby....and Brad.

   'Brad's going to be impossible to live with,' Sharon predicted as she
walked down to his bedroom. 'He'll be cockier than ever after his
performance with Brenda.'
   Sharon smiled. That wasn't so bad for her.
   She opened the door to his room but found it empty. She walked back to
the staircase and went downstairs. She found her son in the kitchen
making a tuna salad sandwich. He gave her a shit-eating grin when she
walked into the room.
   "That Brenda is hot-to-trot," he said excitedly. "Man, I had her going!"
   "Brad, keep your voice down," she said. He didn't realize how loud he
was and in a still house......
   "Come on, loosen up, Mom," he said quieter. "Did you hear her? She
came twice!"
   Sharon felt herself getting mad and she didn't know why. Then, she
realized she was jealous. That was a stupid thing to be - Brad would still
be hers after all this was through. But it still sort of stung.
   "Of course, I heard her. I was sitting right there," she said as she leaned
back against the counter.
   "So?...did you like listening to us?" Brad said with a wink as he closed
up the bread bag.
   "What do you think?" she said evasively. She was reluctant to tell him
how turned on she had become listening to Brenda's moans and the
squeaking bed.
   "I think you liked it, Mom," he said, walking up to her. He was three
inches taller than she, so she tilted her head back slightly to keep looking
at his eyes. They were full of mischief, even after the energetic sex he'd
just had upstairs. "I bet it got you all hot too."
   He grabbed her breasts through her blouse and she had to stop him with
a swipe of her hand.
   "Brad, you know better. Not where someone could see." One of her
greatest fears was that someone from a neighboring house would spot her
and her son doing something illicit. The chances were slim because the
homes in their neighborhood up sat on two and a half acre lots. But it was
too chancey. "Besides, Brenda is upstairs."
   "She's up on the blocks, right?" He was refering to the elevated hips.
   "Yes, but...."
   "Then we don't have to worry about her," he said and he pinned her
against the counter with his body.
   "Brad, stop it!" 
   "Sssshh....I just want to check you out," he said with a chuckle, his
right hand going to her bare leg below the hem of her skirt. He began to
slide it upward onto her thigh, his wrist pulling the front of her skirt up
with
it.
   She didn't make another move to stop him. He was still high from doing
Brenda and she had no way to get loose, if she wanted to. She put her
hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he pressed his fingers into the
thin cotton panties covering her sex.
   "I feel a little wetness here," Brad said with a learing smile. She kept
quiet as he looped his fingers in the bottom of her panties but drew in a
sharp breath as he wormed a finger into her pussy. "Nice and slick,
Mom.....did you finger yourself while you watched us?"
   "No....but I wanted to." She didn't feel terribly embarrassed to tell him
that now. She couldn't deny what he was feeling with his finger.
   Brad leaned away from her, pulling his finger from her forbidden furrow.
He took her by the hand and started to pull her across the kitchen.
   "What are you doing?" she asked.
   "Come on....come back here."
   He walked her through the back entrance hall that contained her washer
and dryer and into the back bathroom, closing the door behind them.
Immediately to his left was the bathtub which had a window over it. He
stepped into it with one foot and pulled down the sash which would stop
anyone from looking in.
   "Brad, why don't we wait, honey?" she said as he moved toward her.
"Once Brenda is gone, we'll have the rest of the day."
   "Let me take care of you," he said, pulling her skirt up. "You're the only
one that hasn't gotten off yet in this crazy house."
   He steered her back against the wall beside the toilet. She grasp the
hem of her raised skirt and held it up as he hooked his fingers in the top of
her panties. He went to his knees on the shag toilet rug, pulling her
panties down to mid-thigh as he went down. He slid her panties down to
her ankles, his eyes staring at her pussy.
   'This is not a good idea with Brenda in the house....but....' Sharon told
herself but she put aside reason and wantonly untangled her left low-
heeled shoe from her panties and propped her foot up on the toilet lid,
giving her hunky son the open thighs he wanted.
   Brad scooted closer, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs to hold
her ass as he buried his face against her damp sex mound. She sucked in
an excited breath as her son began to suck on her pussy.She started to
moan as Brad worked her furry slit with his tongue and lips.
   'Brenda can't hear us.....she's way upstairs,' Sharon told herself, letting
natural moans escape her lips. 'I'm going to cum soon...all over my son's
tongue.....and then I'll go back upstairs....and no one will know!'
   "MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMM.......MMMMMmmmOOOOOHH...AAH...
....ooohhhh....mmmMMMMMM....uuuuuhhhhh....OOOOOOHH!"
   The small bathroom filled with her unrestrained encouraging groans as
she began to grind her cunt on her son's face, his hands pulling her
feminine furrow tight on his knowing mouth. 
   She pulled the top of her skirt tight against her stomach and looked
down at the fleshy folds of her mons as they rubbed on Brad's mouth and
nose. His eyes were open looking up at her, egging her on. She felt his
tongue press into the oily hole of her pussy, felt him breathing like a
enraged bull right up her cunt!
   "OHBRAD!" she cried, much louder than she wanted, as she closed her
eyes and grabbed handfuls of her son's long hair. Her skirt, forgotten,
dropped down to cover his head. She began to really fuck herself on Brad's
face, rolling her hips crazily, feeling his nose raking back and forth on her
clit.
   "MMMMMMHHHHHMMM....OOOOHHHHHHHEEEWWWWW!" she
moaned loudly as her pussy exploded in release. She felt Brad sucking
and sucking, felt him pushing her back against the wall as her shoe
slipped off the toilet seat and she threatened to keel over on him. Her
thighs shivered as Brad tongued her beautifully down through the pent-up
passion that his episode with Brenda had created.
   A minute later, she raised her skirt back up and watched as Brad kissed
her matted pubes.
   "That ought to hold you over for awhile," he said with a smile.


   Brenda opened her eyes as the bedroom door opened. Sharon walked
in, smiling as she usually was.
   "How we doing?" Sharon said, walking around the bed.
   "Just fine."
   "I think you can get up now. Would you like to take a shower?"
   "No, I'll take one at home," Brenda said, swinging her feet onto the floor
as she sat up. "I think I'll just go and relax until Chris gets home tonight."
   "And then....." Sharon said as she helped Brenda stand. They had
talked about what she should do later.
   "And then, I'll make love to Chris. And we'll make a baby." Both knew
that any baby would be Brad's but there would always be the possibility
that it would be her husband's. And that would be something to hold onto
in the years ahead.
   "That's my girl," Sharon said, giving her a hug. "Now, go and get dressed
and I'll see you downstairs."
   Sharon headed back downstairs and Brenda wondered what had put the
light gait in her mother-in-law's step. She marked it up to the thought of
having a grandchild to spoil.
   Brenda turned and went into the bathroom to put her close back on.


   Brad gave his mother's ass a quick feel as she walked by the kitchen
table. She slapped his hand away and gave him a nasty look as the sound
of feet descending the stairs announced the eminent appearance of Brenda
in the kitchen.
   'She won't be slapping my hand once she ushers Brenda out,' Brad
thought to himself. He'd given her a good orgasm with his mouth but he
knew he would be able to convince her into a more fulfilling fucking. His
dick was hard just thinking about slipping his meat to his mother all
afternoon.
   Brenda stepped into the kitchen, dressed again in the clothes she had
arrived in. He saw the way Brenda looked at him - there was something in
that look. He'd definitely won her over! She was looking at him like a love-
sick puppy.
   "Brenda, you look absolutely radiant," his mother said, laying it on thick
he thought. Brenda didn't look all that different from when she came except
maybe her hair which was sort of mussed up.
   "I feel good," Brenda said. "Let's keep our fingers crossed, huh?"
   "We certainly will. You've got everything? O.K. then...I'll walk you out,"
his mother began to take Brenda toward the front door.
   "Thanks, Brad." Brenda said over her shoulder.
   "My pleasure," he replied, rising to his feet to follow them. 
   His mother kept up a constant stream of good thoughts and suggestions
on how Brenda should spend the rest of her day as she walked Brenda to
her car. Brenda got behind the wheel, started the car and, after a motherly
peck on the cheek from his mother, she backed out of the driveway as his
mother came up the stairs to join him on the porch.
   "Bye, dear!" his mother called as Brenda put the car in Drive and started
down the road.
   "Bye, Brenda....thanks for the fuck!" he said only loud enough for his
mother to hear. She gave him a wry smile.
   "Brad, why don't you thank me as well? I'm the one that arranged the
whole thing," she said as she went by him, heading back inside.
   "Hell, Mom, I plan to thank you all day long," he boasted as he closed
the front door behind them and wrapped his arms around her from the
back.
   "Brad! Not out here," she whined as he pushed his boner into the small
of her back.
   "Come on, Mom. You liked it in the bathroom. Let's christen the living
room." He wanted to get wild after being with Brenda and doing his mother
on the family couch sounded like a hot time. She was definitely paranoid
about doing anything sexual downstairs but this was probably going to be
his best chance. She wanted it as much as he. Keeping this left arm
wrapped around her waist, he dove his right hand up under her skirt. "No
one can see in the windows. The house is darker than the outside.
Someone would have to be on the front porch to have any chance of seeing
us. And we'd see any car that pulled up."
   "Ooohhhh, Braaaddd!" his mother said with a shudder as his fingers
teased her unpantied cunt. She hadn't put her panties back on after the
bathroom cunnilingus session. "No, let's go upstairs, baby!"
   "No!  We're going to do it right here on the couch," he said, walking them
both toward the sofa. "Come on, do it with me here and I'll do whatever you
want the rest of the day."
   'That got her!' he thought. She seemed to relax, stopped resisting him.
They were in front of the couch and she began to spin in his arm. He let
her turn around until she was facing him, her pretty face upturned to his.
Her smile told him he had won.
   "Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the bulge in his shorts.
   "Yeah, whatever you what. I'll do it." He wondered what she had in mind
but whatever it was, he was sure to enjoy it too. He moved past her, pulled
down his shorts and underwear and sat down on the couch. His stiff cock
wagged drunkenly above his belly, beckoning his mother. "Suck me awhile
and I'll watch for anyone pulling in the driveway. And then you can sit on it
backwards and keep a lookout while we fuck."
   His mother looked out the front window, then back to him.
   "You've got it all figured out, don't you?" she said, unzipping the back of
her skirt. With a little shake of her hips, the skirt pooled around her ankles.
She made no move to take off her blouse which was just long enough to
hide her pussy from his view. "I'm only doing this to make you my slave for
the rest of the day. Don't think we're going to be doing this all the time
down here."
   He opened his knees wider as his mother stepped out of her skirt and
dropped to her knees between his legs.


   "SHIT!" Brenda yelled at the steering wheel of her coasting car. She
couldn't believe that she hadn't checked the gasoline meter when she got
in the car that morning. Now here it was, pegged on EMPTY and she
turned her car off the road far enough to not obstruct other drivers. 
   'O.K., just relax,' she thought as she turned the dead car off. 'Don't let
this ruin a memorable day.'
   The nearest gas station was near the freeway. She thought it was at
least a mile away. There were several houses nearby she could go to and
use a phone. But it was only about a quarter mile back to Sharon's house.
She decided to walk back and ask Sharon for a ride to the gas station or
maybe borrow some gas that Brad might have for his cycle.
   She stuffed her bag out of sight under the passenger seat, got out,
locked the car and started walking back to her mother-in-law's home.
   "They'll be surprised to see me again," she muttered.


   "Mmmmmm....nice and slow...uuhh," Brad grunted as his horny mother
slowly swallowed all the prick she could, her lips sliding more than halfway
down his shaft as he watched through half-closed eyes.
   She wasn't just blowing him - she was making love to his cock. She'd
used her tongue on his cockhead for almost five minutes, swabbing his
puffy glans with butterfly licks or twirling her spitty tongue around his head
like she was trying to keep an ice cream cone from dripping.
   Now she was using her whole mouth, nursing on his manhood with her
eyes closed, her right hand lightly holding his shaft near the base, her left
hand hefting his scrotum lovingly.
   'Damn, she can suck cock!' he thought as she drew her lips up until just
the very tip of his head was still inside her mouth, then she began a slow
nibbling, her teeth lightly scraping down his sensitive head tissue until
she'd reclaimed the whole fat knob. It was as she began to swallow him a
second time that Brad noticed Brenda walking up the driveway!
   He froze for a second or two in surprise. She was walking, she hadn't
driven up to the house. They both would have heard her car.
   He was going to pull his mother off him and warn her to grab her skirt
and run but......then his mind worked very quickly.
   He was going to warn his mother so their secret would remain intact. But
they already had a secret on Brenda. Brenda wouldn't tell on them -
couldn't tell on them!  And his mother had said a number of times that she
wished she could tell someone about their secret love.
   And Brenda....well, she was a wild girl. She'd let another guy fuck her to
get pregnant, her husband's brother no less! And Chris had told him that
Brenda had been a loose girl before they got married. How would she take
the sight of her mother-in-law doing the nasty with her son?
   'One way to find out,' he thought, placing his hands gently on top of his
mother's head, watching Brenda come up the stairs to the porch.
   'That's it, Brenda. Look in the window!....just look in.' Outside, Brenda
came right up the steps and walked right by the window without looking in.
She was heading for the door now and Brad began to silently will her to
just walk right in. 'Don't use the doorbell!....come on, Brenda...you're one of
the family. Just walk in!' 
   The outside storm door opened and Brad knew it was going to happen -
Brenda was going to walk in! The opening of the outside door had not been
silent. His mother started to pull her mouth up his cock quickly. He wasn't
sure if it was because she sensed something or she was just going to shift
into a quicker sucking. He pushed down on the back of his mother's head,
held her mouth around him as the doorknob turned on the inside door.
   His mother definitely knew they were not alone as the front door opened.
The sound of the door latch popping open, the clanging of the mini-blinds
against the door glass, the immediate increase in the volume of the birds
chirping outside.
   The door was opened and Brenda was coming through it. His mother
was raising up her body but she couldn't go anywhere with him holding her
head. Brenda saw them, her mouth dropped open and he let go of his
mother's head.
   "Brenda!" he said loudly, acting totally surprised.


   Brenda stood there, agape, as she watched Sharon scramble off her
knees, her hand grabbing her skirt off the floor as she spun toward the
doorway. Brad remained still on the couch after shouting her name. He
was naked. His erection...his glistening erection...stood proudly upward.
   'Sharon was sucking...no, that's not possible!' Brenda tried not to believe
what she was seeing but there was no other explanation. Sharon had been
blowing Brad on her knees!
   "Brenda?!" Sharon said, her eyes round as saucers.
   "Calm down, Mom. Brenda's not going to tell," Brad said, standing up
slowly. He didn't make any move to cover himself and Brenda would have
enjoyed looking at his naked, buffed body had she not been so shaken up
by what she had witnessed. "Brenda, close the door and have a seat. We
got to have a talk."
   Brenda used her hand to push the door shut and watched as Brad sat
his mother down on the couch. Sharon looked very white.
   "Mom, everything is cool," Brad reassured her as he finally grabbed his
shorts and pulled them on. He motioned her to sit on the other end of the
couch and she went around the coffee table and plopped down on the
couch. "Brenda's not going to tell anyone. Not after this morning.... think
about it."
   Brenda realized that Brad was right. How could she tell anyone after
letting Brad fuck her?
   "Sharon, I swear I won't tell," she promised. "I ran out of gas....."
   Sharon had a hand over her eyes but she spoke at last.
   "You must think I'm terrible," she said weakly.
   "No, I don't, Sharon...I don't even know what led up to this," she said,
fishing for an explanation.
   "Let's tell her, Mom," Brad said, standing on the far side of the coffee
table with his hands on his hips. "You've always wanted to tell someone
about us. I think Brenda's going to be real sympathetic." Brad actually
winked at her! "I think we ought to get everything out in the open. None of
us are ever going to be able to tell any of this to anyone else, so why
pretend about what's going on? Brenda, me and Mom have been having
sex for, I guess, a year and a half now. I came on to her first....she's the
best looking mother around, I don't think anyone can argue that. The
thought of doing her sort of obsessed me back then....and it's better than I
could even have imagined.....fucking her, I mean."
   Brenda looked at Sharon who was sitting just down the couch from her.
Sharon looked at her and then back to her son as he went on.
   "Mom has been keeping a real tight leash on things up until now. She'd
only let me fuck her once or twice a week. But then she got the idea of
letting me try to make the baby with you. Ever since then, she's been
wanting me all the time....this baby stuff excites her."
   "Brad, do you have to get so......." Sharon said, her voice sounding
exasperated.  
   "Sharon, it's O.K.," she said. "Brad's right. Why should we keep any
secrets?" She decided to tell a secret of her own. "Let me tell you both,
right here and now, that I agreed to this insemination plan at first because I
wanted a child.  And I still do. But when we were upstairs.... well, I'm
getting ahead of myself.  It's obvious to me that I had some feelings for
Brad that even I wasn't aware of because I had these wild sexual dreams
about Brad all last week.....I mean really wild. So, I didn't come here with
the good intentions that you might have thought...I came to have sex....for
more than just procreation." 
   "Yeah, you were hot for it, all right!" Brad said, stepping over the coffee
table and sitting down on it, facing both of them. "I told Mom about how
you got off went I stuck it in."
   Brad's exuberance for the subject was pretty stimulating to Brenda. She
never would have thought that she would admit something as personal as
that in front of Sharon but she did.
   "That's true...I couldn't stop myself. I thought I would and that's why I
told
you I was worried about it, Sharon."
   "Brad has that effect on me, too," Sharon said, beginning to open up. "I
suppose I should spill my guts too since everyone else is being so
open....I know what Brad and I do is not right in the eyes of the world......
but we both love it. Him because his hormones are going crazy and me
because he makes me feel younger, I guess."
   "Come on, Mom...the truth now," Brad said, moving his hand onto one of
her knees. "Tell Brenda you like fucking me because I'm your boy."
   "I think she knows that that is a part of it," Sharon said, putting her hand
over his. "Brad's not telling the truth, not the whole truth. He did make a
pass at me but...I acted on it after first refusing him. And.....I've never
regretted it." Sharon was getting herself together. "We both know it's
wrong but it feels so right... that must sound crazy."
   'Wow, this is getting really interesting!' Brenda thought. This whole thing
was mushrooming into a chance to take off the gloves and do the things
she wanted to with Brad. What could Sharon say about that now?
She could fuck Brad all she wanted now that she knew their secret.
   "It must be something special.....it's too wild to think about!" Brenda
said, unable to stop it from coming out. Sharon was getting all the cock
she wanted from her own son! 

   'I can't believe how well Brenda is taking all this,' Sharon thought,
watching her daughter-in-law acting excited about the taboo relationship
she had learned about. 'And I never would have thought she wanted Brad
like I do.....as a lover.'
   When she'd been caught sucking her son's cock, she'd felt like her
whole world had shattered. But Brad had pointed out the one thing that
was their saving grace - Brenda couldn't tell anyone even if she'd wanted
to. And Brenda hadn't run out of the place screaming bloody murder; in
fact, she'd acted more curious than anything. 
   Brad's hand began to stroke around in a circle under her own, moving
slowly up onto her thigh. She looked at him and could see he was enjoying
this whole thing! Then he dropped the bomb.
   "See, Mom? Brenda's a kindred spirit," Brad said, kneading her leg with
his fingers. "How about we all go upstairs?"
   'God, what is Brad proposing?!' Sharon thought as she looked at him.
She felt pretty good about the way Brenda had taken learning about the
secret that she had kept for so long but certainly Brad didn't think that
Brenda would.....
   "I might be up for that," Brenda said and Sharon whipped her head to
look at her daughter-in-law. Brenda was looking at Brad, smiling. "But only
if we all agree."
   "Wait a minute..." she started to say.
   "Come on, Mom. Let's all go upstairs. I think Brenda would like to watch
us make love. Maybe as much as you liked to be in the room when we
fucked earlier."
   "Is that true, Sharon?" Brenda asked, her voice sounding huskier. "Is
that why you stayed?"
   Sharon looked back at Brenda. She couldn't deny what she had felt,
sitting in that chair, listening to their lovemaking.
   "I found it exciting...I did."
   "Could you do it with Brad.....with me in the room?" Brenda asked.
   Brenda's eyes looked deep into hers. The whole dynamic of the situation
was changing, like being swept up in a stream that you were powerless to
stop. And she wasn't sure she wanted to stop it! She'd wanted to be able
to tell someone - now she had the opportunity to show someone and to
watch Brad with Brenda. Everything revolved around her answer......
   "I could try," she said simply, opening the floodgates.
   "Let's go upstairs!" Brad said excitedly.
   Sharon let Brad lead her upstairs...with Brenda right behind them.



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