A Beloved Mom - Siblings draw their Mother into sexual depravity.

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"What'ya reading? said my sister.

"The Flowers of Evil,"

"Your Lit 202, I suppose. Read me a little"

"Not exactly assigned, however." I read:

Close swarming, like a million writhing worms,
A demon nation riots in our brains.

"I feel that swarm, sometimes," Jill said. "But what are the 'flowers
of evil'?

"'Evil' or 'disgusting' things that have their peculiar fascination
and beauty."

"Such as?".

"Baudelaire wrote, "The unique and supreme pleasure of making love
lies in the certitude of doing evil." His sexual imagery was very
striking:

Thus, one night, I'd like,
When the hour of pleasure sounds,
To crawl, like a coward, silently
Toward the treasures of your person.

To punish your joyful flesh,
To bruise your pardoned breast,
And carve in your astonished flank
A wide and hollow wound,

And delicious sweetness,
Through those lips, new formed,
Brighter and more lovely,
To inject you, my Sister, with my Blood.

I had piqued her curiosity. "punish your joyful flesh," she mused. I
had no doubt she understood it, though she had not quite finished high
school. She wanted to know about people, their unusual experiences,
though she'd had a lot more, I'm sure, than the average 18 year old.

She came over to the chair where I was sitting and knelt beside it.
She looked up, her eyes curious, framed in three shades of purple eye
shadow;

"How is joyful flesh to be punished?" Her face was beautiful, open,
highlighted by her striking, somewhat 'goth' makeup that led most
people she encountered to inquire, "Are you a drama student?" In fact,
she'd had a fine role in an amateur production of Mary Shelley's
Frankenstein. She interrupted my fascination, "How do we do it?"

"There are certain sexual practices.... " I said trailing off,
hinting..

I noticed her breasts resting on the arm of the chair; firm, now, the
size of oranges standing out on her fine-boned chest and slender body.
More than one fellow senior had incurred her withering remarks by
asking "Are they real?"

"I inflate them," she'd say, and as the person nodded, she'd add,
"with the air that rushes through your head." Again she broke into my
thoughts, "Go on." Seeing the direction of my gaze, she smiled.


"Do you know what 'transgression' is?" I asked.

"Of course. It's breaking the rules or laws, the kind of things you'll
learn to do in law school." She arched an eyebrow.

"Touché," I said, "and it is also going beyond the limits, for
instance, of decency. This writer believes transgression is necessary
for the artist and for any person who really lives. He lived with a
prostitute, Jeanne Duval."

"I would not just break a rule just to be breaking it."

"True," I said. "But when you go beyond the bounds, indulge the most
unusual forms of sensuality, you become hyper-aroused. People will
consider what you do, depraved and dangerous."

Knowing of her sexual activities, I asked her, "Did you ever break the
rules with a boyfriend?"

"Well, Dan did a lot of speeding. One time he drove 110 miles per
hour, to scare me. I didn't notice at the time, but Mom sure did when
I got home; I'd wet my pants. 'What's that?' she asked. 'Just a
spill,' I said and went off to change."

"OK," I said. "But for 'sex'; ever done it in a weird, possibly
forbidden place?"

"Oh yes. Once up in the higher balconies of the theater where we
weren't supposed to go. The guy just laid me back, lifted the front of
my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and we fucked."

"Go on"

"Then we arranged our clothes, stood up and walked out, casual as you
please."

"Did the public location arouse you?"

"Yes; my heart was already pounding when we entered the balcony. And I
came like never before."

"Even a minor transgression can heighten the senses."

"Well, Mom didn't think it was so minor. I had to walk past her, in
the hall, coming in, and I tried to be casual. You remember."

"Mom exploded when she saw a big wet spot on the back of your skirt:
She just lost it. 'You're peddling that cunt of yours!' She has the
mouth of a sailor, doesn't she? Though she tries to carry herself with
the dignity of a model. I don't blame you for not speaking to her for
a week."

Jill wanted to return to the topic at hand. "But doesn't the thrill
always decay?"

"Well, desire has to be first let out, then attended."

Our discussion proceeded.

"Did you know that Byron, the poet, had sex with his sister--well,
half-sister?"

She started. I could see she was thinking.


"OK, Garth, let's quit horsing around. You want to fuck me?"

"Well," I responded, sounding noncommittal.

"If you're thinking of fucking me, it ain't going to happen."

"OK." But I sensed a flicker in my cock. "Well, what is possible?"

"Hmmm... " she hesitated.

She had picked up my reaction.

"I just don't want that huge cock shoved in my cute little quim."
Ironically coy. I was flattered. She was considering other
possibilities.

Then, she blurted out, "OK, here's your opportunity. You may suck my
pussy. And make me cum. Is sucking off your sister transgressive
enough?"

"Yes; but judge for yourself--after the experiment."

"OK, let's get on with it. But I will be requiring something of you in
return," she added. "OK. Name it."

"I'll let you know."

"Get out of the chair," she said.

She removed her jeans and panties and sat down. I couldn't believe it.
The pussy I hadn't seen since we were kids was showing there in full
bloom, covered by her dark moss. "This is so cold-blooded," she said,
opening her legs. "It's awesome."

"That adds to the evil." She got the point. She rotated her hips up.
The black thatch beckoned me.

"Stroke my pussy!"

When her eyes closed I kissed down over her belly, past her sex and
onto her inner thighs. It felt strange and artificial, at first, but I
continued these caresses until she became relaxed and mellow. Her
pussy began to give off that earthy odor mixed with her lily of the
valley perfume, and I reached to insert two of my fingers into her wet
entrance.

When the hips began their rhythm, I lowered my lips to her slickened
ones, below, and inhaled deeply. I slid my tongue from her cunt tunnel
up to her clit, sucking, swirling around it then returning below. As
she pressed her pussy against my face, I knew she was losing herself
in her lust. With tongue and right-hand fingers I thrust into her
while my other fingers flicked and stroked her clit. She started
thrashing and began to come. She moaned and grasped my head then
grabbed at my fingers to pull them in deeper. At each stroke on her
clit I heard a loud groan and felt her flood, the involuntary
twitching of cunt on my face and around my fingers.

Though her thighs were clasped over my ears, I heard her cry out "Suck
me Garth omigod, ahhh." She bucked and thrashed for a long while
before easing off. Finally I felt her thighs relax a bit; I heard her
first question. "How do you like eating your little sister's pussy?" I
just licked my lips.

===


And so she began as my partner; together we hatched schemes for 'evil'
things we could think of. We had an occasional repeat of lunching at
the "Y," and that seemed as far as she was comfortable. She herself
came up with some good ideas, and she reported her experiments to me.

====

One day the idea came to her:

"We could fuck Mom."

"Wow!. ... I'm not sure I can arrange it, though."

"Well, I will start," said Jill. "I think I know a way in."

"Lead on."

I thought of Mom and felt a little bit sorry for her, till I
remembered Dad. He'd brought me and my sister up, from the time I was
four and she was two, until our early teens. "Your Mom just had to
go," he always said, "but she will come back."

I was 14, sitting on the front steps admiring a sleek looking redhead
of 30 something, when she turned up our walkway. "Hi, Garth" she said,
in a friendly way. She seemed so familiar. Then I noticed the compact
little bum I'd looked up at when I was four. "Mom," I said, "Come in
and see Dad." Dad seemed so happy to see her. They began to chat, and
I noticed what I hadn't at four. Her pants were so tight that her sex
was clearly divided by the centre seam of the crotch. I learned,
however, she was very tasteful in dress at work, and I'm sure it was
that ass of hers that led the boss, at various big corporations, to
make her his 'special assistant.'

"Jill, how will you get to her?"

"She has her weak moments. It's silly, but did you notice that after a
big lottery, like the NY State, if she doesn't win a nickel, she's
depressed. And she takes more than a couple stiff drinks."

"She's hard to figure," I said.

I'd never learned the full story of why she'd left, or come back, but
one night I overheard Dad saying something like "Did you get it out of
your system?" I wondered what "it" was. Jill and I were just civil, at
first, then we got to like her, but still didn't exactly look on her
as a parent. It was probably her desire to be loved that led her to
mostly give up on 'minding' us, but she tried to show Dad that she
loved and cared for us. But always we remembered our Dad, not Mom,
getting up a night, in our childhood emergencies.

"With your help, I think I can get to her."

"You sound so detached," said Jill, "I feel a bit like that." When Mom
came back, trying to make amends, we half played at being her devoted
'teens'. But when Dad suddenly died of a heart attack a 3 years ago,
we backed off, withdrew to ourselves, and she was smart enough not to
try to 'parent' us. Except for a few incidents with Jill.

"I hadn't realized she was actually depressed at those times."

"I asked her, 'what's the matter?' one time," said Jill. "She said, "'
I used to be with 'money' all the time. Now I have to pin my hopes on
a fucking lottery.'"

"With her looks, I'm sure some of the 'money' took a big interest in
her, at age 25."

Jill's analysis of Mom's vulnerabilities sounded correct, and so we
bided our time. In a couple weeks, it was the state lottery night, 12
million dollars at stake, and thousands of prizes. I took care to be
out at the time of the announcements; I slipped in late in the
evening. Jill filled me in, the next day.

====

Mom heard the announcements on TV, and Jill heard her say, "Oh shit,
not again," and pour herself a drink. Jill walked in and sat down next
to her. "That's a bummer, Mom." Jill snuggled up. "But I love you just
the same." Mom brightened a little. Neither my sister or I said such
things very often.

"Relax, Mom, lie back and I'll massage your neck. But do you want
another drink?" Mom took one and laid herself out, on her back, on the
sofa. Jill was at the end and began to massage her neck.

"M.m.," said Mom. Jill moved to her face after a while, and then to
her shoulders. Mom was just relaxing. From Mom's shoulders, Jill went
to the sides of her chest. Mom's breasts were not large, but now, in
her thirties, they hung toward her sides when she was lying down. Jill
brushed them, as if by accident. Mom didn't move. Jill proceeded to
the breasts themselves, and tried to defuse the situation. "Mom, these
are so firm. ...I always admired them. And they're still gorgeous at
your ripe age." Teasing. Mom smiled and let the caresses proceed. Jill
brushed the nipples and then began squeezing them lightly. Again, she
acted casual. "These are awesome nipples, Mom. I know they attract a
lot of attention." As Jill twisted them, Mom moaned a little.

"Jill, you're my daughter," said Mom, stirring herself. She put her
hands on top of Jill's to keep them from moving. "Of course, Mom" said
Jill. "But it's not like I have the hots for you. I just admire your
body and think you look really sexy. OK?" Mom was quiet. It dawned on
Jill that Mom's hands had just stopped hers, not removed them. Jill
pressed against Mom's nipples, her hands under Mom's. Mom pressed too.

They progressed quickly. Jill got her to remove her sweater and bra,
and Jill began applying lotion. Mom took another drink and surrendered
herself, her breasts, to Jill's tender ministrations. Mom was
squirming. Jill wasn't sure how to proceed. She didn't want to freak
out Mom by just going for her pussy. "Let yourself go, Mom," she said.
She took Mom's hand and placed it on her crotch, over the pants. Mom
began gently to stroke herself as Jill massaged her breasts. "I hope
you don't think I do this all the time," Mom said. "It's a release,
Mom, I understand." Mom unzipped and stroked herself through her
panties, and Jill saw a wet spot. She turned down the lights. "Just
pretend I'm not here," she said. "Relax yourself." Bold in the darker
room, Mom sighed and slipped fingers under her panties.

Jill shifted position, so she was beside Mom. She stroked Mom's
breasts with one hand and gently rested her hands on Mom's, below,
feeling Mom's fingers madly at work. She pressed down, and Mom moaned
as the fingers were forced into her. Jill smelled success. She also
heard--though Mom did not--the small sound of me entering the
apartment. She knew I would be in the darkened foyer, watching.


I saw Jill's hand on Mom's, bobbing. Jill pulled down her panties and
slipped her hand toward Mom's pussy and slid her fingers in. Both
their hands glistened with the juices of Mom's dripping cunt. Since
Mom's hips swung up even more fully into the fingers, Jill began
slipping in two of hers, alongside Mom's two. Jill seemed to get into
the spirit of it and applied her lips to Mom's large nipples. Mom
began thrashing in her lust, approaching climax. Knowing she was out
of it, I moved from the foyer into the end on the living room,
standing silently. Jill began talking to bring Mom over the edge.
"Come. Let yourself come," she said. "Fuck these fingers. Fuck 'em
hard."

She wanted Mom to focus on the fingers, and Mom probably didn't even
realize that Jill moved her other hand down to frig her clit and
shoved three of the fingers from the other hand into Mom's gaping
hole. I silently slipped up on them and took over Mom's breasts. I
felt the hard nubs in my fingers. I pressed into the firm flesh and
felt my cock harden. Mom's climax was imminent, and it was all I could
do not to press my cock, in my pants, against her. All at once, Mom
cried out, "God, Jill, I'm cumming. Omigod. Fuck me." I saw a spurt of
juices, and Jill shoving as deep as she could. A look of triumph on
her face. She realized the power she had, to make a body totally
convulse.

Mom had a smile on her face, and she began to come out of it. I had
quickly exited, unnoticed. "Mom, I love you," I heard Jill saying, as
I quietly closed the door to my bedroom.

===

Jill and I pow-wowed the next morning. Jill was happy. "I was right,"
she said. "We've found the way in. So to speak." She winked. "And
incidentally, I don't think I'm going to be hearing from her again
about my morals and my cunt."

"I don't think you will, either. You were great, Jill. Did you get off
too?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I thought it was too much to ask Mom to frig me.
But after I was alone, I dialed up the big "O" on my li'l telephone."

"Did the transgression excite you?"

"Yep, it was a real violation of decency. My cunt was just dripping.
As you said, the greater the evil, the greater the volume of fluid."

We began to discuss to the next phase. Jill was pretty sure she could
get Mom worked up again, and we talked about my just sneaking in and
impaling the aroused cunt. "It won't work," said Jill, "I'm sure she
could deal with something like that." I proposed that we might 'get
to' Mom, play with her mind because of what she'd done. Jill doubted
it. "Even if we had the last session on film, I'd look like the
seductress. ... I like your idea, though," she added, "I just have to
take her further. She has to be drawn in and feel responsible, not
merely seduced. For instance, when you 'discover' us, I want her face
buried in my pussy. That's a little harder to explain."

In the next two weeks, Jill was with Mom a couple more times,
massaging her, then bringing her to orgasm. We wanted Mom to become
accustomed. At the next lottery night, Jill arranged to be home with
Mom. Mom lost. Jill encouraged her to have a couple drinks and things
proceeded pretty much like before. When Mom's sweater and bra came
off, Jill especially admired her breasts. Stroking them, she said,
"I'm sort of self conscious about mine. They don't hang like a
woman's ... like some of my friends' do. And I'm so embarrassed about
these nipples that always stick out."

Mom looked sympathetic. "They're fine."

"Please have a look, Mom, and tell me if I'm weird, OK?" Mom nodded
and Jill removed her top and bra. Those oranges did not droop at all;
their tips perked up, but Mom probably didn't figure it was Jill's
arousal that caused it.


"Jill, your breasts are sexy, very attractive."

Jill looked reassured, moved closer, and began stroking Mom's again.
Mom lay face up on the couch and Jill knelt on the floor and pressed
her breasts against Mom. "Do you like them?" she said, with a tremor
in her voice. She was fingering Mom's nipples; her own ripe breast,
just inches from Mom's face. Jill kept up with her left hand, but with
her right, she offered the breast to Mom's mouth. Mom looked at Jill,
and probably to re-assure her, started sucking the dark nipple. Jill
closed her eyes, genuinely aroused.

"OH Mom, I love you." This time, as things heated up, Mom needed no
encouragement to loosen her pants and start fingering herself. Jill
interrupted her kissing and hugging and took off her own pants and
panties. "I feel so good with you, Mom," she said. "I know it's not
like you have the hots for me." While Mom continued masturbating, Jill
stroked her own breasts. "You're gorgeous," she said. "But Mom, some
of the girls tease me about my pussy."

"Why, dear?"

"Well, it's the thick curly black thatch. They call be "Brillo."

"You must not listen to that."

They began their lovemaking again, and Jill moved Mom's hand into her
dark curls; Mom began stroking Jill, as if to say. "It's fine."

"Oh that feels good Mom; but do you think it's too bushy?"

"Of course not," said Mom, and did not resist Jill's pushing against
her hand. "Mom I know you really love me," Jill said, kissing her
again on the breasts. Mom's hand was pushed toward Jill's wet slit.
Jill gently ground her hips and felt Mom caressing her, first outside,
then just inside her pussy. They were both getting hot, and Jill
squeezed onto the sofa next to Mom. They kissed and their hands probed
each other's pussies.

Jill was quite flushed, but she pulled back a little; "Mom, there's
something I can't ask anybody."

"Yes."

"Does my pussy, all wet, have a funny smell? My last two boyfriends
always crinkled their noses if I pushed their heads toward there."

"They don't know anything," said Mom. She raised her fingers to her
nose and inhaled. "That's so sexy, that musk."

"So what is there about me? said Jill, as she thrust a couple of
fingers deep in Mom. Mom closed her eyes. Jill suddenly rose, and
placed a leg across Mom's chest. She crouched down and brought her
pussy just an inch about Mom's mouth. She turned her head, as if
embarrassed. Probably to reassure her, Mom raised her head and kissed
Jill's cunt; Jill lowered herself and reached behind to stimulate
Mom's breasts. Mom started licking her and soon Jill was moaning. Mom
reacted to Jill's passion; I heard, "Fuck my tongue, my Baby." Then
Jill said, "Mom I love you," while she bore down on Mom's face.

That was my signal to creep in, and I did, in time to see Mom deeply
inside of Jill's pussy lips, and Jill riding her thrust-out tongue. I
knelt, at Mom's waist, and Mom had no view. I touched the Mom's
dripping lips gently and Mom rolled her hips. I gradually introduced
three fingers and used my thumb on her clit. This swollen pussy that
I'd seen pressed into her jeans just seemed to devour my hand. I
smelled her musk and heard her moan. Jill was grinding her pussy into
Mom's face when Mom's body began bucking in climax, her cunt spasming
around my fingers. I heard Jill say, "Mom, I'm coming; I love you,"
and then Mom's body stiffened and convulsed in orgasm. I withdrew my
fingers and went and sat on a chair nearby where I could still smell
the reeking sexual aromas. Jill got off Mom's face, which was shining
in Jill's juices.


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places, and incidents either are products of the
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Mom opened her eyes and smiled a Jill, and seemed finally, to sense
me. She looked over and saw me in the chair. "Garth!" was all that she
could say, at first, turning away from me. "Were you watching?" She
was hoping I only watched. "No, Mom, that was me in your pussy; Jill
could not see me, behind her."

"No! My God. You're lying." Mom looked uncertain. "See," I said,
rising and showing her my wet hand. She looked scared and so I stroked
her face, reassuringly. "Mom I love you." Jill moved to comfort her,
but Mom, looking rather unsettled, sat up, grabbed her clothing and
scooted off to her bedroom.

The next day, I pretended nothing had happened. Jill and I agreed it
was best to let a little time pass, but Jill did once speak with Mom.
"Listen, it's between us. I don't know how Garth managed to creep up."

"But he knows," said Mom, with some distress. "I would predict that
now he's had his adventure, he's not going to take it anywhere. After
all, it's not as if he had the hots for you."

"Are you sure?" said Mom, wanting to believe it would all go away.
"I'm sure," said Jill. "Remember he loves you as much as I do," which
was the one true thing Jill said, but Mom missed the real meaning.

Jill and I agreed that she would continue caressing Mom for the next
couple weeks, letting her become more active, and I would make myself
scarce at those times and pretend nothing had happened. But finally we
came up with a plan. "I don't like the part where I suck your dick,"
said Jill. "It's only for a few seconds. Remember our goal"

"Yes, sacrifice for my country. ...OK, I will do it provided you,
right now, keep your word."

"What?"

"Remember when I said I would be requiring something of you?"

"Yes"

"You are serious about transgression?"

"Yes."

Jill dropped her pants, pulled down her panties. She put one foot up
on the chair to spread herself. 'You like this cunt?" She grabbed a
glass and pissed loudly into it, till the golden liquid almost
overflowed. Scared, I glimpsed her intent. " Drink it; honor the cunt;
toast our final transgression."

I tasted, felt sick, and then the thought, "This is piss from my
sister's cunt" hardened my cock. I began gulping down the warm,
peculiarly bitter liquid.

"You may take it to your room; whack yourself thinking of our success;
and my taking you there. And yes, now I'm sure you're worth a quick
suck."

===

I sat in the kitchen, with my pants down. Jill had my erect cock in
her hand, slowly jerking it. The thought of what was to come next--if
I may put it that way--had me stiff as a post. When we heard Mom's key
in the door, Jill quickly applied her mouth; she was sucking like our
old Hoover when Mom entered and almost dropped her groceries. Mom was
utterly bewildered for a few seconds; in that time Jill jumped to her
feet, and ran towards her. Mom's arms instinctively reached open, and
her face settled as Jill's sobs burst out. Mom stroked her head, "Mom,
it was awful!! He made me do it," said Jill, crying like a kid.

"What happened?"

"He says he's going to fuck me. That you got him excited about my
pussy! "

"You'd rape your sister? What a rat! " Mom said, glaring at me."There,
there" she said to Jill. "You will pay for this, Garth; it's sexual
assault."

"I don't think I'm going to 'pay.' It was, after all, you who
assaulted Jill a couple weeks ago."

"What?"

"'Fuck my tongue, Baby!'" She was jolted. "Your tongue. Your face
buried in her pussy. Some motherly protection!" Mom was aghast.

Jill said "Mom, I never pictured this was going to happen. I love
you."

We waited while Mom's thoughts turned to her part in making it all
happen.

I made the link obvious. "Mom, you helped yourself to Jill's pussy;
your scene made me crazy. I 'll have some cunt." That was the opening.

"Jill, honey." Mom said, protecting her in her arms. "I was not here
for you for so long; now I am." Jill hugged her. All three of us were
silent. To tip the balance, Jill finally added, "I know you are here
for me; I know you would do anything for me."

Mom paused. Finally, she said to me very flatly, "If I will fuck you,
will you leave my daughter alone?" Jill buried herself in Mom's arms,
and I heard, "Mom, don't do it!" Mom looked at me, inquiringly.

"Well, that's a thought," I said matter-of-factly.

Jill screamed, "You will fuck Mom?! You can't! You monster!" She
appeared outraged.

"Yes, and since you're so insulting, you won't get off easy. Here's
what will happen. Jill, you will go at it with Mom; then I will join;
Mom, I'll fuck you instead; I'll touch Jill, but her precious little
cunt will be safe."


"You bastard," said Mom. "I'll go ahead, if Jill can stand your touch;
just promise you'll not lay a hand on her pussy."

"I'll leave her pussy that is, but I'll have her tits. That's how it
will be." Jill said, with less resolve, "Mom, you shouldn't have to do
this."

"I will," said Mom, "and I understand you have no choice." Jill looked
at me meaningfully. I directed them to take off their clothes; then
for Jill to begin caressing Mom.


I sat in the chair, cock wooden, as Jill stroked the nipples drawing
her hands up and down Mom's body. I almost chuckled at the pained look
she managed to have as Mom's eyes searched her face. I could tell she
was as excited as I and couldn't wait to see the action. She kissed
Mom and ran her hand down on the inside of her thighs, which opened.
It took a few minutes, but Mom finally went with the gentle stroking,
and she became visibly damp. "I'm so sorry Mom, I love you," Jill kept
saying, "Just pay attention to me," so gently, and Mom stroked Jill's
cheek and kept her eyes closed. "Honey, I love you," said Mom. I
signaled to Jill to intensify, and Jill went to work on Mom's pussy
with both hands, one shoved inside with four fingers, the other
strumming her clit. Mom's body began to writhe in pleasure. Her
breasts seemed to swell and the brown nipples stood erect. Her face
was intent and deep moans came from her mouth. Then Jill proceeded as
planned.

She got up and knelt over Mom's face, but facing Mom's feet. She was
thus able to face me and play with Mom's tits at the same time. Her
breasts would be accessible to me, crouching between Mom's legs. Jill
began grinding her cunt on Mom's face as I positioned myself. Mom's
tongue must have been at work, for Jill's body kept jerking, she was
watching me intently. As much as I, she wanted to see the final
transgression: my cock sliding into Mom's inflamed hole. I placed the
head between Mom's labia and looked again at Jill; her eyes kept
rolling back; but occasionally she focused on the sight of me
penetrating that cunt, which now seemed eagerly to impale itself on my
cock.

I reached up and took those oranges in my hands. We hadn't agreed on
it, but I figured she'd go for it. I caressed them as she bore down on
Mom, and I slowly went up to the hilt, in Mom's hole. Jill's face was
glowing in ecstasy. I smelled Mom's musk, watched Jill's contortions
as I rolled Jill's nipples in my fingers; Mom's body, accustomed to
Jill's caress was writhing toward unplanned orgasm; I heard her cries,
'yes, yes,' and she didn't sound like any kind of victim to me. Her
flooded pussy squeezed my cock as tight as any of my college dates.
Slick juices ran down her inner thighs. Her cunt enveloped me and its
spasms, as she came, drew me toward a burst of light, my explosion of
jism into Mom's dark belly. With each thrust, images tore through my
mind. Mother's getting fucked by the rich and famous in those ten
years. Mother on a birthing table, bearing down to expel baby Jill; a
grossly distended vulva, opening to Jill's bloody crown, stretched
thin almost to tearing. I saw, again, the glimpses I'd had of Mom
golden bush, from the furtive ones at four, to the sneaky or
accidental ones of the last few years. Looking down at the lips
clinging to my cock, I imaged Dad on top, fucking her, bringing her to
conceive me.

Jill could see me at the edge; she had some of the same images, and
pictured our Dad's cock driving in, just the way she saw me now. In
and out, my thrusting became fevered, rapid. Every time I banged
against Mom, Jill's eyes rolled back and she felt as it she herself
were receiving me. We'd made the ultimate bond; Jill took my face into
her hands , kissed, and jammed her tongue down my throat. I shuddered
and went stiff and sucked it like a starving infant as I ejaculated
into the womb we'd both come from.