Incest/Taboo A New Beginning

Author's note & fair warning. Though all characters portrayed in the following story are purely fictional, (and well over the age of 18) let it be known that there is a bit of incestual intimacy between the mother and daughter during the course of this story. So if this isn't to your liking, I would urge you to move on to another story, and by-pass this one. To those of you who don't mind such antics...enjoy. And would appreciate hearing from you, and letting me know what you think.

Fate and Surprises

I've always found it interesting when life deals you a surprise, both good and bad, either one very often leaving you confused and more than just a little disoriented. Such was the case with me, when circumstances dictated a change in my own personal life that I never saw coming.

My name is Cynthia, Cynthia Green. My friends call me "Cyn" though everyone knows they're really calling me "Sin" as I always have had a bit of a naughty side to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm no slut. I didn't fuck every boy on the football or basket ball team. In fact, I didn't even have sex until I had graduated from high school two years ago. Sure, I'd petted, and done just about everything else short of having actual intercourse. And not that I didn't want to either, because I did. And it wasn't like I was saving it for marriage either. What I didn't want, was to become pregnant this early in life. And to be perfectly honest about it, I wasn't about to put my faith and trust in some boy that couldn't put a condom on, or wouldn't. Even if I was also on the pill. That's just the way it was with me. Accept a hand job, or even a blowjob if we'd been together for a while, and expect nothing else. The moment I felt pressured, it was over with.

But that's basically why everyone called me "Sin". Jerry my first real boyfriend, even though he wasn't the first one I ever slept with, was the one that tagged me with the nick-name that eventually stuck. He said it was just plain sinful to even look at me. Sure, I had (I think) nice looking breasts, not too large, or too small, perfect for my height and weight at five foot five and a hundred and twenty one pounds. Long dark brown, almost black hair well past my shoulders and a nice tight ass that I honestly felt was my best feature. And Not that I dressed provocatively on purpose, or wore things that were a bit too revealing either. Even though at times I certainly did. It was more my personality, my outlook on life, and the open-minded attitude I carried that caused Jerry to call me "Sinful," and eventually just "Sin." I was always, always curious...about everything, and usually wanted to try it...at least once.

But this really isn't where the story begins either. The story begins with me growing up next door to my childhood friend, Danny. Now Dan as he calls himself. I was an only child, just as he was. And our parents were the very best of friends. We had no idea how good of friends they really were until years later, as I'll soon here relate. But suffice it to say, Danny...I mean Dan and I were almost like brother and sister whenever we were around one another, which growing up...was a lot. And as such, maybe because of that childhood closeness, we never really ventured into the realm of pursuing anything more than that with one another. Well not really anyway. I mean we did explore those childhood curiosities yes. Played doctor in the closest, discovered what the real differences were between boys and girls. Kissed for the first time a member of the opposite sex. (Which I really enjoyed), and had someone I could confide in, share secrets with, and knew he would have my back. Just as I would always have his. Although we were damn good friends and companions, it was again...more like having a brother who was the exact same age as I was, without being twins. We had known one another for what seemed like forever, hardly ever apart. And then college came. Dan getting a scholarship to a college out of state, and me...getting a partial scholarship to one a bit closer to home, though I still ended up moving out and into the dorm.

Life moved on. And though we still kept in touch from time to time, the brother I had once known and had, was moving on in life, just as was I.

And then the shit hit the fan.

This was one of those bad surprises that rocks your world, turns it upside down and inside out, and rattles your head so much in the process that you can't think clearly. If you can even think at all. When I got the news, I was flabbergasted, disoriented, and simply torn apart. At the time, I didn't even think about the why of it...only the unfairness and shock that it had even happened. The only upside, if one can even call it that, was that Danny went through it with me.

Our parents had gone out to a party on New Year's Eve. Coming home, they were struck head on by another drunk driver. My father and Danny's mother had been sitting together in the front seat. They were both killed. My mother, and his father, had been in the back, and came away with nothing more than a few bruises and scrapes, but at least they'd both survived.

So now here we were, seeing one another for the first time in well over a year, attending a funeral that my mom, and his dad, had decided to combine together as a memorial to both as so many of their friends and family had known the two of them equally as well.

I cried for Danny. And Danny cried for me.

And again, life went on.

Danny went back to school out of state, but only so long as to finish the quarter, and then he was heading back to attend the same school I was, for several reasons. One, to help out his dad around the house, to shoulder some of the expenses as there'd only been just enough insurance to see to immediate expenses, though paying off the mortgage was one of those. Still, it meant Danny really did need to come back home to live again. Which I did as well. Mom needed me, as much as I needed her. So once again, we seemed to step back in time just a little. Me and mom living next door to Danny and his dad.

And neither one of us was surprised when a year later his dad proposed to my mom, and she accepted. It seemed like the most natural thing that could possibly occur, though that also meant, Danny and I were about to become real brother and sister, even if we'd only be step brother and sister to one another. But something I had always felt all these years anyway, just seemed to come together quite naturally, for all of us.

And then Danny and I got another unexpected surprise, and one that again shook our world to the very core.

It stood to reason that our parents decided to sell both homes, and move into a new one, even closer to the university that Danny and I would be attending, giving us another reason to live at home and again save money by being there. And though the wedding was still a couple of months away, my new Stepfather, Steven moved in with mom and of course, so had Danny. His room just down the hall from mine, though that still took some getting used to. By now, I had gotten used to running around half-naked most of the time without having to worry about running into anyone. Even if it was Danny. Let's face it, we hadn't seen one another naked since we were kids, and a lot of changes had taken place since then.

I wasn't used to closing my bedroom door at night whenever I went to bed. With the master bedroom downstairs at the opposite end of the house, there was really no reason for me to do that, especially since it was just mom and I living there for a time. That first weekend after Danny and Steven moved in with us, brought about more than one slightly awkward moment. Sitting on the toilet peeing was the first one, as Danny came out of his room, heading towards the bathroom himself. I slept naked, and quite naturally just got up, and went into the bathroom to do that when he came out of his room. Needless to say, we were both a little embarrassed over that one, though we actually laughed it off a bit latter. But I immediately realized after that had happened, that I had a decision to make. I could either change my personal life-style and habits, or say fuck it and be myself.

I said: "Fuck it." And then laughed, remembering the look on Danny's face when he first saw me sitting there on the toilet, and me trying to be nonchalant about it. Though I was mostly amused by the look on his face as his eyes seemed glued to my very bare tits. I actually found it, quite flattering. And especially coming from Danny. I had never once ever seen him look at me that way. With lust in his eyes. And that made me look at Danny a bit differently myself. I'd always thought him to be cute, funny, that sort of thing. But standing there in nothing more than a pair of pajama bottoms at the age of 20, seemed silly-sexy in a very real cute sort of way. Not to mention he'd filled out, been working out, and now had muscles I never even knew existed on his six-foot, hundred and ninety pound frame that didn't contain an ounce of fat on it anywhere. Danny, my brother...well, my soon to be stepbrother, was a hunk!

And now, this is where my story really begins.

Hidden secrets

After dad died, mom had pretty much left his private study the way it had been. I don't think she'd even gone back inside that room even once, since the last time she had. Though I hadn't either out of respect for her, and a sense of eeriness that came over me whenever I even got close to it. Mom had locked the door, and it had remained so ever since. Up until now anyway, when we no longer had a choice. It was time to pack things up in preparation of moving into a new home, so needless to say, that chore of going through dad's stuff, was left up to me. I was grateful to Danny when he offered to lend me a hand, going through everything, and either filing away what was important enough to keep, or boxing up what wasn't for future decision making as to what we'd eventually end up doing with it.

We'd already spent half the day going through his stuff when we came across a rather unexpected surprise. I had pulled out one of the drawers on his desk to empty it of the final bits of scattered debris, loose paperclips, post it notes, the odd change scattered here and there, and even a few odd looking nuts and bolts that were certainly out of place. When I did that, I discovered something that we might otherwise have missed. Or rather Danny did anyway, as I emptied the drawer into the waste can and was about to put it back into the old roll-up desk again when Danny drew my attention to it.

"Hey Sin...what's that?"

"What's what?"

"There's an envelope or something that's stuck to the bottom of the drawer there," he pointed. I held it up looking. It wasn't just stuck, it was very carefully taped and sealed to the bottom of the desk drawer.

"Must be something important for dad to have put it here," I guessed, though there was no outward indication of what it was. Just a plain brown manila envelope, though it was fairly thick as I began prying the tape off, peeling it away from the drawer, now curious as to what it might possibly contain. We'd already found most of the important legal documents weeks ago, which dad had kept in a fireproof safe. So whatever this was, was even more important than that perhaps, or at the very least, something he didn't want anyone else ever finding out about. Including me. I was actually excited as opposed to being apprehensive or nervous about it as I finally tore it away, and then fought with the clasp, eventually opening it. I reached inside, drawing out what appeared to be a rather large handful of photographs, most of which were actually old black and whites. And then my jaw dropped, as did Danny as we sat there looking down at the collection now spread out in front of us. It was his parents and mine. And they were all naked, in all of them. But more importantly, they were obviously having sex with one another.

"That's my father. With your..."

"Mother," I answered for him, each of us with eyes glued to the photo, not even comprehending that there was a plethora of others stacked just below that one that we hadn't really looked at yet.

The fact this particular photo, along with many others, was in black and white, told us these had been taken many years earlier, not to mention the fact that our parents likewise looked very young. Obviously, this had been going on for a very, very long time now. I was at first shocked and surprised of course, as was Dan. But as I sat there half mesmerized, glaring at the photo, I began to see something else in it as well. And that simple revelation surprised me even more.

The look on mom's face was pure bliss. Orgasmic, which told me as I looked at her, at Steven as he stood behind her, fucking her doggy-style, that she was in the very midst of an orgasm, which someone...either my dad, or Dan's mom had captured on camera.

I was certainly no prude. And I had certainly seen enough porn by now as well. And though this would certainly be considered pornographic in every sense of the word, to me...it was much more than that. It was almost artistic! Well very erotic anyway. More so than just being called porn. What I saw was sexy, beautiful, hot and erotic as hell. And I wasn't the only one who saw it that way either. Sure, at first, we were both shocked and surprised, but as we began to carefully, almost reverently look through the stack of photos one by one, we found ourselves savoring each and every one that we came across.

"Wow, look at this one!" Danny said holding it up in front of us at arm's length, which interestingly enough, made us both feel like we were there with them, looking on. Neither Danny nor I could tell if this was my father's cock, or his. But the photo clearly showed mom, and Jackie licking whose-ever cock it was, simultaneously, together...and quite obviously enjoying it too. I turned the picture over, looking at the back, as I suspected, these old black and whites were actually dated. Whoever had developed them, which raised an entirely different set of questions, which we'd probably never know the answer to, placed all this at nearly twenty years ago, which meant that Danny and I both were only two or three years old at the time.

"Jesus," he said again picking out another. "And this one's dated a couple of years after that one...so this really has been going on, for a very long time now!" As interesting as that little bit of knowledge was, I was still more enthralled with what I was looking at, and only now coming to realize the depths of what this all meant. I sat looking at what was obviously my mother's breasts, pressed up nipple to nipple with Jackie's tits. Two large, fairly thick cocks of similar proportions came into the photo at complimentary angles on either side. By the looks of it, and the evidence forever captured there, they had just finished dumping a mutually combined, impressive load of cum on both my mother's, and Danny's mother's tits. I felt the first signs of arousal suddenly dampening the area between my own legs, and wondered if looking at these was having the same effect on Danny. I glanced over and down, and saw the sign of a tell-tale bulge pressing against his almost too-tight shorts. Obviously, it was.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed upon seeing the next one. "Never in a million years," I said aloud, though Danny was himself speechless, his eyes bugging out, and his mouth actually open. Mom and Jackie were in a sexy looking "69" going down on one another. The next few were similar variations of that, only with dad now fucking Jackie from behind in one, and then in another, with mom alternately sucking on Steven's cock, and still licking Jackie's pussy. There were other, somewhat tamer, milder photos of the girls posing together, cupping one another's breasts smiling at the camera. Though there was one of the two of them, kneeling side-by-side, asses and cunts towards the camera, each of them looking back over their shoulders, winking.

"They...were really having fun weren't they?" I asked, not really asking a question, merely stating the obvious.

"No shit!" Danny laughed nervously, now starting to spread the photos out and around us in a bit of a semi-circle, grouping them more by date and age than anything else.

"No, I mean...looking at these Danny. You can see, they really were having fun together, you can see it in their eyes. They loved and really cared for one another. It wasn't just the sex, though the sex is obviously hot. Just look how totally free and uninhibited they are with one another. You can tell, there's no jealousy in any of these. No uncertainty in their expressions. All you can see is excitement and joy, and true unbridled bliss. That's what I'm talking about here Danny. This isn't just pornographic stuff we're looking at here. This is pure eroticism at its finest.

I watched as Danny rocked back on his heels, nearly falling over as he handed over a small stack of colored photos to me. "This one is dated a couple of months before the accident," he exclaimed. I noticed it was dated just before Halloween, and that there were even Halloween decorations in the background. But more importantly, we now saw that there were other people in the photos as well. It wasn't just the four of them having fun together any more. There had obviously been others too.

New unexpected desires
We had looked at every single one of them, but I was far from finished. I began looking through them again, a bit more carefully this time even. I looked at others, compared, finally distinguishing who was who, simply by the appearance of their sex organs when faces weren't easily distinguishable. But I was again looking at expressions, the knowing, loving smiles on their faces, the joy in their eyes...the obvious excitement.

And it quite naturally made me excited too. By now I was a sopping wet mess down there.

"What are you doing?" Danny asked.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" I had popped open the top button on my shorts, slipping my hand down beneath the waistband of the panties I had on. "I'm horny. Tell me you're not!"

Danny stuttered, words failing him. "But...but,"

"But what?" I asked glancing over at him, where there had been a bulge earlier, it was even more pronounced, but more importantly, there was a sizeable wet spot now too. "Tell me you've never once fantasized about seeing me masturbate," I spoke boldly, guessing...but pretty confident I was correct in my assumptions.

"I didn't say, I mean...I never, what I mean is,"

"So have you? Or haven't you?" I asked quite obviously fingering myself now, though I now stood, actually tugging my shorts off down around my ankles, along with the white cotton panties I happened to be wearing. Once again, Danny was speechless, though his eyes were now glued to my puffy, swollen bare pussy lips, with my finger buried to the hilt inside myself as I stood there. "Well?"

He looked towards the unlocked door, nervously. I laughed.

"You're mom."

"Soon to be...OUR mom," I reminded him. "She hasn't been in here since," I said not needing to complete the sentence. "And she won't come running up here now either. So quit worrying. Now...answer my question. And don't try being shy about it, or lying to me either Danny. You know damn good and well, I could always tell when you were trying to lie to me or not tell me the whole truth."

"Well...sure, yeah, of course I did, not all the time damn it, I mean it's not like...Jesus Sin!" He said in exasperation, and then laughed, realizing what he'd just said and how ludicrous that sounded. I laughed with him, still looking at the photos, and then him again.

"Come on Danny. Let me see it. I know you want to. I know I certainly do. I'm horny, and I admit it. Now you do the same."

"Ok, I'm horny too. But I really don't think this is such a good idea Sin," he tried begging off.

"Oh? And why is that Danny? You trying to tell me that watching me get myself off for you, while letting me watch you get off, isn't a good idea?"

Obviously, he didn't have an answer for that. I gave him a little push, a little incentive. I reached up, and pulled the tee shirt I had on over my head, almost immediately reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts. He watched it fall, looked up, now feasting on my tits as I cupped them together, holding them for him. I then pointed at the photo on the floor just beneath the two of us. "Come on admit it, that's fucking nasty isn't it?"

He looked at the photo of my mother and his, tits mashed together, covered in cum-cream, tons of it, or so it seemed anyway.

"Tell me you wouldn't like to come over here and do that to my tits Danny. Tell me you haven't sat in your bedroom late at night and not imagined doing that to me...at least once."

He finally grinned, stood, and began removing his pants. "Maybe once, or twice," he smiled nervously. And then I saw that big beautiful cock of his.

No, it wasn't ginormous, or anything like that. It was plenty big enough to suit any woman's purpose however, but what it was...was damn fucking hard! I'd seen plenty of stiff dicks, even played with a few of course, but this thing was like a steel rod. I'd never seen anything like it.

"Jesus Danny, is that thing always that fucking hard?" I actually gasped looking at it. He blushed profusely, obviously not used to hearing a woman, especially me...talk like that.

"I don't know. I guess. But I am pretty horny!" He continued to grin, still staring at my tits, which of course made me smile as I openly stared at his dick.

"Play with it for me," I asked. "Do it the way you enjoy doing it when you're all alone. Act like I'm not even here," I added as I began fingering myself once again, spreading my pussy lips so he could see just how wet, and hard my little clit was.

"Kind of hard to pretend that," he commented, though it was nice to see his hand slowly working its way down the length of his shaft, teasingly, as opposed to just wanking away on it like I thought he might. "This is more like having a dream, only it's real," he moaned softly as his hand came up and over the tip of his prick, palming it briefly, even going so far as to bend it out and away from his stomach, letting it go. I watched as it snapped back, actually thumping against his chest as hard as it was. Like a coiled spring the way it snapped back, and even wobbled for a bit, throbbing.

"I take it...you like the way that feels when you do that," I assumed, now thumping my own cunt a bit, letting him see that it wasn't all about clit twirls and finger-fucking that turned me on too. His eyes opened even wider upon seeing that.

"Same as you...obviously," he groaned even deeper as his hand slid all the way down his shaft, holding his cock firmly, where he then released it, now cupping his hard tight balls, once more letting me see his prick as it throbbed, bounced, and then oozed what was obviously a nice fat droplet of lubrication. Without even thinking, I took two steps, reaching out, and lifted the dollop of clear liquid from the head of his cock, tasting it.

"Hmmm, nice," I purred reaching out to wrap my hand around his dick now, startling him for a moment, though he let go of himself, his own hands coming up to gently finger and caress my hard aching nipples.

"Is...is this, ok?" He asked somewhat worriedly, which made me laugh again at his unnecessary concern.

"Of course it is silly. After all, I am holding your cock aren't I?"

I stood there, reveling in his hardness, as Danny stood enthralled with caressing my tits, toying with them as though this was the first time he'd ever touched anyone. "I have to tell you Sin," he blushed again just saying my nick-name, which seemed to intensify what we were both standing here doing to one another. "I never, ever thought I'd see the day when I actually got to see you naked, let alone...be doing this with you."

"That makes two of us," I quivered, biting on my lower lip as his fingers just then sent a hard thrilling jolt through my entire being as he gently pulled, stretching my hard nipples out, holding them there for a moment. I knew my full breasts were heavy in his hands as he jiggled them erotically, just barely holding on to the tips of my nipples. "Oh fuck Danny, that feels good," I moaned once again, stepping even closer towards him so that I could rub the head of his hard stiff cock through the wet slippery folds of my sex, teasing myself.

"God that's nasty hot!" He moaned in kind, leaning his head, now capturing one of my nipples, sweetly sucking it.

"Yes it is," slapping his prick against my clit, pressing the massive head of it against myself, so wanting to stick it inside at this point, though knowing now was not the time or the place to be doing that, as much as I was tempted to. "Cum on me Danny," I begged him. "I want to see you squirt, see you cum, watch you spray my tits, just like the way my dad and yours did to our mothers!"

Maybe it was the thought of that, a reminder, as we both once again stared down at the erotically tiled floor there below us. Photos of our parents engaged in just about every sex-act and position imaginable, though it was again the one of mom and Jackie, pressing their cum-covered tits against one another that finally did it.

"Oh fuck! Sin! Sin!" He cried out, and then unleashed a torrent of cream that in moments completely saturated my breasts. I don't even remember doing anything to myself, and yet...my own delicious orgasm seemed to coincide with his as my body shook with one of the most intense, amazing orgasms I'd ever had.

One Step at a time

Not too surprisingly, the same roll of tape that had once been used to secure the thick, fat manila envelope to the bottom of the drawer was still in the room. I'd been using it to tape shut a few other boxes of odds and ends with. Not knowing if mom was even aware of dad's hiding this here or not, I didn't want to risk taking any chances. I knew without any doubt, that dad's old roll-top desk top was coming with us anyway. He had given it to me, the one thing I had always said I wanted if he ever decided to get rid of it. So if nothing else, even if mom wasn't aware of where he'd hidden this cache of photos, they'd be safe enough right where they were. We hurriedly finished up for the day, and then left the room. Danny was again all shy and nervous once more however, perhaps feeling a bit guilty at this point, though no doubt confused about what any of this now meant, or what repercussions or changes it would bring about in our own relationship. I decided it would be prudent of me to ensure him that things had indeed changed between us...in a good way. Later on that evening. But right now, I had other pressing matters and concerns to attend to. One of which was having a fairly intimate conversation with mom, and try to not let on that I now knew what I did when we had it. I was curious to see what she had to say about a few things, and confirm what I was already beginning to think about.

"Meet me in your old bedroom at midnight," I told Danny giving him a kiss on the cheek, though I quickly added another to his lips, kissing him far more intimately before stepping away, leaving him.

It was an interesting situation for now. With Danny and Steven living with us, their home remained furnished, yet vacant. It was the ideal, and perfect place for the two of us to go, and have some time totally alone together. Sneaking out of the house later would prove easy enough to do without being heard. And then easier still, opening the door and simply going inside, since Danny still obviously had a key. He looked at me curiously, somewhat worried perhaps. I wasn't about to leave him that way either.

"Just make sure that things as hard then as it was a while ago. I'm not nearly finished with it yet," I told him. I left him with a big shit-eating grin on his face as I headed downstairs to mom's room where I hoped we could have a little chat.

I found her downstairs in her bedroom where she was refolding clothes, putting things away. Mom had emptied out half her dresser drawers, making room for some of Steven's things. "Mom? You busy?" I sprawled out on top of her bed, something I had done in the past whenever I had a question, and wanted some close, personal "mommy-time" as I called it back then. She smiled without even facing me. I think she enjoyed those moments just as much as I did. And the fact that it had been a while since we'd had one of these moments, simply added to that.

"Never so busy that we can't talk honey," she answered continuing to fold her delicates, a rather impressive collection of panties, garters, bras and the like, many of which I don't remember seeing before. They certainly weren't her normal, standard every day attire that I usually saw her wearing. "What's up? What's on your mind?" She now asked closing one drawer, opening another, though she quickly closed that, realizing perhaps that it held things that might not be appropriate, or perhaps, merely awkward in my seeing. The fact of the matter was, I already knew what that particular drawer held in the back. I'd secretly borrowed one or two of her sex-toys in the past, before I'd finally gone out and gotten my own little assortment of pleasure-pricks.

"I was wondering about something," I told her rolling over onto my back, propping my head up on a pillow, a sure sign and indication that I intended to be here for a while. Having closed the drawer, she pretended that it could wait, rather than continuing, and sat down on the edge of the bed facing me instead.

"Wondering what?"

"You once told me a while back that I could come to you with anything, no matter what it was, or how personal it was. Remember?"

Mom had always told me if I ever had questions about anything, especially with regards to sex, that I could indeed come to her with my questions, and that regardless of what it was, or what I wanted to know, she wouldn't be judgmental, or question me as to the why of it. A promise she had always held to every time I had come to her and actually done that. She merely nodded her head in agreement, waiting on me to continue. "Yes...I remember. Go ahead honey, what is it?"

"Obviously, I know that you and Steven are having sex. But I was wondering if it was as good with him, as it was with daddy."

I know my question surprised her, but she stoically faced it, keeping a straight-forward expression on her face. The same one she always managed to create whenever I caught her off guard like this, even remotely. Giving her credit, mom had tried very hard to be candidly open and honest with me growing up, even when some of my questions were a bit more intimate and mature, especially at my early age back then. I realized as she began to answer, she was trying to read between the lines however, even though I hadn't meant it to be taken that way.

"If you mean do I love Steven more than I loved your father? The answer is no. I will always love, and miss your father Cynthia," she told me. Always calling me by my formal name, mom had never accepted or gotten used to the idea of calling me by my nick-name the way everyone else did. I even wondered at times if she hadn't regretted naming me that, because of it. "Just as Steven will always love and remember Jackie. They'll never, ever be able to take one another's place. But yes...I do love Steven too. Differently perhaps, in a different way than I loved your father, if that's what you're asking."

"Well no. Not really. I already figured that much out mom," I told her. "I know you still love and miss daddy, same as I do. But I also know you love Steven too. I think I've always known that, as close as the four of you always were," I said not hinting at what I knew, but nevertheless seeing the slightly startled expression in her eyes for a brief moment upon hearing me say that. "So it wasn't any big surprise when Danny and I learned the two of you had decided to get married. And trust me mom, we're both very, very ok with that. I really was just curious...is the sex as good with Steven as it was with dad?"

Though puzzled at my curiosity perhaps, she openly answered me again. "Yes. It's good. At times better even. But then again, Steven and your father are different men. There are some things your dad did that is better than the way Steven does them, and by the same token, there are certain things Steven does, that is better than the way your father did it. Does that answer your question?" I know she was dying to ask me why, but unless I opened that particular door and allowed her to ask it, she never would. She certainly hadn't in the past, as part of our mutual trust and agreement. So she wouldn't ask me now either, unless I opened that particular subject up, so that she could.

"Pretty much," I answered, looking for, and then seeing her look of disappointment, which I was hoping for. "I guess I just wanted to confirm for myself how you felt, since I pretty much feel the same way myself about things. I do believe that it is possible to love more than one person at a time."

"We all do," mom interjected. "It's something everyone does. You can love people differently in many different ways. Sometimes more than others, and yet...sometimes the same, though even that can be different too, if...that even makes any sense to you."

"Oh yeah, it does," I told her. "I understand that perfectly. Again, I was just wanting to confirm something for myself, that it was possible...that I could eventually love Steven with the same kind of love I have for daddy...even though that too is a little different, you know?"

Mom smiled, nodding her head again. "Yes baby, I think I do know." More importantly, I think she was happy in hearing me say that, though the real reason behind my asking would remain something else entirely for a while. "Is there anything else?" She asked smirking.

It was part of the game, part of the ritual we had played for more times than I could even count. Had she not asked me that, I'd have been totally disappointed. In the past, we would sometimes...but not always, end our intimate little discussions this way. One would think my answer would be, "No...or not right now," something along those lines. But it never was. Again, it was part of the way we interacted together, our bonding. Sometimes I would ask her a question that was meant to totally shock or embarrass her before leaping out of the bed, running off. There were a few times however when the question was somewhat serious, delaying things just a bit as we then continued on for a time, still talking and chatting about whatever subject it was. Mom was steeling herself up for the "bomb" as she called it, wondering what I might drop on her. The smirky little smile she was trying to hold told me that much. So I dropped it on her. That was part of my plan too.

"Well there is one small little thing I was wondering about," I stated giving her my likewise patented serious expression. She had a hard time holding back the grin as she responded to that.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"Is Steven's cock bigger than dads was?"

Even though she had tried to prepare herself, she still wasn't. The color suddenly filling her face as my words ripped right through whatever barrier she'd tried to put up to prevent me from getting to her. I wasn't worried about her getting mad at me for asking that. It was still part of what we'd always had, always shared together in the most intimate of mother/daughter ways. But it still took her by surprise.

"Cynthia... Ann... Green!" She exclaimed, which was her way of letting me know none to subtly, that I was actually pushing the limits here. Mom never ever used my formal, middle, and last name all in one sentence, unless I had.

"What?"

"You know damn well what!" She added looking even more flustered, though I was glad to see her smirk return as the shock of what I'd asked began to wear off. Perhaps she was thinking this is where I'd do my roll out of bed thing and scurry out of her bedroom. Except for the fact, I didn't. Still looking at her, actually waiting on an answer. "You are kidding right?" She now asked seeing that I wasn't going anywhere, though I hadn't said anything else either. She looked at me again, but I just kept looking back at her straight in the eyes, not smiling...giving her my "I'm still waiting look."

When she walked over to her bedroom door, closing it...I knew she was going to tell me. She came back and sat down at the foot of the bed, almost whispering as though dad himself might be eavesdropping in on us. "Maybe a little," she said just loud enough to hear, and then grinned, blushing at her own admission. "Now...is THAT all you wanted to ask me?"

It was time to take this into overtime here. "How much bigger? I mean, is Steven like average bigger, or monster-size bigger?"

"Sin...thia." Mom said dragging out the name as though putting her own emphasis on the fact I was being truly naughty here with her, though liking that I was on the one hand, and feigning shock at me for being so on the other. Being older now did have its advantages in some respects. There were times like this for instance, when we went a little beyond the typical mother/daughter relationship into being "girl-friends sharing secrets."

"He's just a little bigger, longer maybe...maybe an inch or so is all. But your dad was definitely thicker in that department too. They were both nice."

I'm not sure she caught the inadvertent slip there, though I certainly did. I am sure she'd meant it in the past tense meaning dad and all...but the reality was, she was sitting there thinking back...and thus had included Steven's cock in the past tense as well...remembering. I let that one go however.

And though she didn't do it very often, every once in a while, she'd turn the tables on me. This must have been one of those times, as she allowed herself to not only think the thoughts, but then express them, asking me. "So, what's the biggest one you've ever seen? And whose?" She carefully added as though making that an afterthought.

This couldn't have worked out any more perfectly if I'd have tried. I had managed to drive this in the direction I'd been meaning for it to go in the first place. Not too much, and not too fast. Baby steps here. But I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do in the first place.

"Oh, that's easy," I said looking at her seriously now with no hint of mischief here. "Danny's!" And with that, I rolled out of bed, and headed out of her bedroom while she sat there trying to comprehend what I'd just shared with her. I hadn't even answered the first part of her question. I figured that might indeed come up again later. Suffice it to say, for now at least...she had a hell of a lot more than just that to ponder.

Truth Serum

Danny and I had both feigned being tired, and thus heading upstairs to bed a bit early. It wasn't quite eleven when we said our goodnights, leaving mom and Steven sitting alone together there in the family room. I made a real showing of going through my normal routine before heading into my bedroom, remembering to close my door, though this was itself still a bit new to me. The truth was, I was still standing outside in the hallway, creeping back quietly to the top of the stairs. I knew mom would wait until she was sure she wouldn't be overheard before saying anything. Sure enough, I could hear the two of them talking, though in hushed tones, just barely loud enough for me to even make out.

"She said that?" Steven was asking. "Really?"

"Yes, she did. Clear as day. She didn't give me the chance to ask her anything more about it though. That's all she said. That the biggest one she'd ever seen, was Danny's." I heard Steven laugh, chuckling, and then the sound of mom punching him in the shoulder.

"Ouch!"

"Oh right...like that hurt!" Mom scolded, though by her tone of voice, she too was again trying to hold in a chuckle of her own. "Seriously Steven, do you think they're...you know, doing it?"

"Wouldn't surprise me, as close as the two of them have always been, they are after all pretty much grown up, and free to chose and decide what's best for themselves in that department. But if you're really worried, or just curious about it...why don't you just come out and ask her?"

There was a long silent pause. Mom was no doubt thinking about it, though I wish I could have seen the expression on her face while she was. "Just like that. Ask her if she and Danny are doing the nasty."

"Well I wouldn't put it quite that way," Steven chuckled again. "But yeah. You told me that the two of you have had some fairly intimate discussions in the past, not to mention having this one...talking about my dick no less, so yeah...I think it wouldn't be any less inappropriate for you to ask her about her love-life. I mean...after all. That might be something we need to think about and take into consideration here before we do all this up formally don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe I should. I'll see if I can't find a way, the right time...to bring it up sometime tomorrow."

It was all I needed to hear. Smiling, I retreated back to the safety of my bedroom in order to get ready. I had less than thirty minutes before Danny and I would be meeting up over at his place. And I also knew, I now needed to get a few answers from him myself. I had come to my own basic conclusions about a few things, but for any of this to ever work, or even have the least bit of chance to work between he and I...I had to know with certainty, where his head was at. It was time to administer my own brand of truth serum.

Danny was waiting for me at the back door when I arrived. And though the house was pitch black of course, there was at least a full moon out, so it gave us just enough light to see by as we ascended the dark stairs leading up to his old room. Once inside, we even opened the curtains so there would be even more light as I hurriedly shimmied out of the nightgown I had thrown on before coming here.

"Get naked," I told him, which he soon did, and as we then settled down on top of his bare mattress, facing one another, sitting Indian style. This time he didn't even flinch when I reached over taking his nearly hard dick in hand as I started to fondle it. It was steely-hard in seconds. He reached over, likewise touching my breasts again, which I allowed, as it not only felt nice, but would no doubt enhance his arousal level, which I was trying to quickly escalate here.

"Hmm, that feels...good!" He moaned pleasurably as I sat there gently running my thumb back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head. What I was hoping for, soon ran slick between my fingers. "Oh god!" He moaned again, actually shivering.

"Ok Danny, here's how this works," I began, though he wasn't quite coherent enough to understand what I had meant by that yet. "You like how this feels yes?"

"Yes," he moaned pleasurably, simply enjoying it...though his fingers continued to dance wonderfully on my nipples as well, distracting me just a little.

"Very good. Now then...if you want to keep feeling this, and enjoying it, then you're going to answer my questions truthfully. That's why I'm using this truth serum here, your fuck juice...to make your cock feel as good as I'm making it, so that you will."

"Will what?" He now asked, obviously still confused, not yet understanding my purpose here.

"I want to know what you think about things, and I want you to tell me the truth Danny, no matter what. The moment I think you're lying to me, or not telling me the whole truth...then this stops. But as long as you answer my questions honestly, then I keep pleasing you...all the way," I added. "Understand?"

"No...not really, what questions?" I quit playing with his dick, and scooted back, forcing him to remove his hands from my breasts.

"I ask the questions. You answer. Not the other way around here, understood?"

"Ok, ok...whatever," he sighed anxiously. "What do you want to know?" I moved back to sit in front of him again, not at all surprised when he reached up, once more capturing my breasts, though my own hand immediately went back to what I'd been doing to him.

"Tell me what you thought when you first saw those photos of our parents fooling around together. Did that bother you that they were? Or did it arouse you when you realized they always had been doing that?"

I could tell he was actually thinking about it when he answered. "Well at first, it was more surprising than shocking really. I mean, no...I wasn't disgusted, or anything like that no. And sure...especially looking at them, seeing them...it was arousing yes. Why?"

"I ask the questions here remember?" I said letting go of his dick again.

"Oh come on Sin...be a sport. I answered your question, at least answer mine too. Only fair."

"We'll see," I responded back to that. "As long as we stay on subject here and don't head off in some other direction, maybe I will. Just be truthful with me...remember that."

"Ok. So...you gonna answer my why question?"

"In a minute...maybe. But first, tell me this, and then we'll see. When you first saw my mom naked, what did you think when you did? And again Danny...be honest with me about it."

Although he appeared to be thinking, the answer was already there. I could see it in his eyes, and I knew he was trying to find the right words to say, knowing that I would know if he were to lie to me. But he was known to hedge his bet a little, not telling the full truth in times past.

"Well, I thought she looked hot. Damn sexy in fact," he added hoping that was enough. But it wasn't.

"Those are just the surface words Danny. Not what I was looking for and you know it." I stopped thumbing his prick, leaning back and away from him, once more forcing him to relinquish my breasts. "Try again. Tell me what you were really thinking deep down inside when you looked at the photos, when you actually saw mom's cunt, when you saw how sweet her breasts looked, especially with your mother sucking on them, while your dad knelt behind...fucking her."

He swallowed, and then spoke nervously. "I was thinking...that I wish I was fucking her too," he finally admitted. I grinned, laughed.

"See? Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" He looked sheepishly at me, but then asked me what I thought when I saw them. "Same thing. Wondered what it would feel like to fuck your father."

"Seriously? You'd...you'd actually fuck dad if you had the chance?"​