Incest/Taboo Keep It in the Family

I got the details on the ranch, and given that I was going to have a long drive up through Montana the next day, I found myself a cheap motel. I grabbed a burger in a little diner, getting lots of looks from the typical rough-looking men, as I was a stranger, and a woman on her own. Oh yes, I had no doubt that they'd all have fucked me if I'd given them a chance, but they weren't family, and the thought didn't do much for me, except make me wonder how far I would go with Wayne. He was kind of family, but Rosemary didn't have the incest trait in her when she had him, and his father was goodness knows who. So, would I let him fuck me to get him to meet up with his mother?

It was with that question in my mind that I went back to the motel. When I got there, I felt that familiar tingling between my legs, and realised that I hadn't come for several days. That wouldn't have been unusual even two years ago, but these days I normally came at least once, and often a lot more. I went for a pee, and as soon as my hand touched my pussy to wipe myself off, I knew how I'd fill the rest of the evening.

I stripped off, pulled the bed clothes open and lay down on my back with my eyes closed. I gently grasped one of my breasts, and slid the other down over my belly. I loved the feel of my neat triangle of pubic hair on my fingers, trimmed so as to leave my vulva completely naked. A let out a gasp as my fingers reached protruding hood at the start of my slit, and a shudder wracked it's way through me as I thought back on that morning when my elder son, Michael, had blackmailed me.

I remembered the shock of seeing his erect cock, his hand jerking up and down, and the even bigger shock when I realised that he was masturbating to pictures of me, his mother. And they weren't just any pictures, they were me naked, my asshole and pussy fully visible. Even one of me with my dildo sticking out of my cunt while one hand played with a tit, and the other rubbed my clit.

Then yet another shock as massive ropes of spunk shot out of the end of his cock as he studied that last picture, covering him with splatters of it as it landed. Shock soon turned to embarrassment as I realised he'd seen me stood in the doorway, playing with my clit as I watched him. I could have curled up and died when he grabbed my hand, and first smelt, then tasted the scent and flavour of the sticky secretions from my tingling wet vagina.

Mind you, it couldn't have been tingling any more then than it was now, as I used one hand to pull the lips of my vulva wide open, and slid the fingers of my other hand down the warm, moist channel, up into my hole, then back to circle gently around my clit, just enough to slowly raise my arousal, as I thought back to the past again.

I recalled how I was so full of fear, yet so excited at the same time, as I stood in front of my son, watching drips of spunk fall from his cock, knowing that all that covered my nakedness was a towel, tucked in at the top to keep it together. When he threatened to show the pictures of me to all his friends, part of me hoped he would, but most of me was just terrified that everyone at the church would see my shame.

I knew I'd have to do whatever he asked to stop this happening, so as soon as he told me to drop the towel, and show him my naked body, I knew I had to do it, even though it went against everything I'd been taught was wrong, shameful, disgusting. Yet before the towel had hit the floor, I felt a pulse of excitement shoot through my pussy, as I watched my son stare at my stiffening nipples, and then at the hair between my legs. It was so, so wrong, but it was so, so wonderful.

I knew I'd really crossed over into the forbidden area when I took my son's spunky, soft cock into my mouth. This was a sin for which surely there could be no forgiveness? I wanted him to touch my cunt so much it hurt, my body aching all over, as the demon between my legs kept sending shivers and sparks through me, willing me to get my son to touch me where a son should never touch his mother.

Touch me the way I was touching myself now, sliding my fingers backwards and forwards along my slit, forcing my fingers into my gaping vagina, then racing back to press, rub and pinch my clit, sending all the searing pleasure up through me. And I came, my body writhing around on the bed. One hand kept my cunt pulled wide, as the other rammed into my hole, the way I had wanted my son to do back then, until Elizabeth's arrival to take me to church sent me crashing back to reality.

As I came down from my climax, I pulled my fingers back out of me, moving them up to my mouth. As I sucked my musty cum from my fingers, I remembered how even in the church, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about my son fucking me when I got back home. I've no idea what I would have done if my son had changed his mind, but fortunately I didn't have to discover it, because he immediately put his hand up under my skirt, letting him feel how wet his Mom's panties were.

I remember the fear returning, as he made me strip naked in the living room, something I'd never done, and then the shame came back as he spotted me touching myself, so desperate was I to be fucked, or at least to come in front of my son. He ordered me to stop, but then he made me look at pornographic pictures with him. Pictures of women holding their cunts open impossibly wide, pregnant women, women pissing, women being fucked in any and all of their holes at once, and women whose cunts, assholes and mouths were full of spunk.

God, I love cunts. Maybe what made me into such as cunt lover, was my son making me look at all colours and shapes of them, his stiff cock throbbing next to me, but never touching me, or letting me touch myself. I love cocks, but more the feel of them inside me, and the sight of that white cream shooting out of them. But I love looking at cunts. They are all so different, and as well as looking, I love the feel and taste of all of them, that musty, spicy, fishy tang, the slimy warmth of them inside, and the feel of my fingers inside another woman's vagina.

Of course, as I was thinking about cunts, I was touching mine. Rubbing that tiny nub of stiffness that was my clit, but which could set off such powerful feelings in me, so powerful that that tiny organ could take over my whole body when I let it, and I was fucking going to let it now.

As one hand rubbed my clit, I pushed two fingers up inside me, delighting in the sensation of my body being invaded. I pushed as far in as I could, until I could feel the lump of my cervix, with that tiny little hole in the centre, the opening of the organs which allowed me to create and deliver a new human being, including the son who was lusting to get back inside me.

Then I used my fingers to press along each side, squeezing down on the internal parts of my clitoris, while I played with the external part, like the tip of an iceberg, so much more invisible inside me. I used my thumb in my slit to press against my fingers in my vagina, and I contorted my hand so that I could get some use out of that otherwise barely useful third finger, as it first circled the crinkled ring of my anus, then forced its way inside my shit hole.

As I lay there with one hand working my nub of my clit, the other with two fingers in my vagina, pressing against my thumb, and a finger inside my asshole, only my little pinky finger staying outside of me. How my son would have loved seeing me like this! I knew this for sure, because after he'd shown me all of those other women's gorgeous cunts, he'd made me open my own wide for him. Open so wide that he could see that next opening that was so small that it was almost impossible to believe he could have passed through it.

Only after that did he drive his cock up inside me. Shit, that was an even worse than what we'd done before. Letting your son fuck you -- no delighting in your son fucking you -- was not just illegal, but a mortal sin. I remembered being so scared of what might happen afterwards, but at the same time, so excited I felt as if I was going to explode. Apart from anything else, what forty-two-year-old woman wouldn't feel flattered by a fit nineteen-year-old choosing sex with her, rather than the tight bodies of girls their own age.

When he came inside me, I swear I could feel his spunk blasting into the walls of my vagina, and as I came, remembering it so clearly, it was as if I could feel it again. God it was a good orgasm. I could feel my cum gushing out as my entire cunt seemed to go into spasm, my back arched, lifting my butt off the bed, and I closed my legs tightly, forcing my hands even harder into my pussy.

I wasn't done with memories, though. I came again as I remembered my elder son entering my asshole for the first time, adding the sin of sodomy to incest, and letting him take the last, most shameful advantage of my body. No mother should ever let her son fuck her in the ass, but I fucking loved it.

I recalled my surprise when I saw how big my nerdy younger son's cock was. Then how I persuaded my two sons to fuck my cunt at the same time, letting their seed mingle inside me. I'd grabbed a dildo from the toys I'd laid out on the bed next to me, and I used one hand to ram it in and out of my hole, as I forced the fingers of my other hand up me alongside it, leaving my thumb to work on my clit. I came again hard, as I relived my sons' cocks spurting their spunk inside my vagina. I just wished that they had been both in me again, rather than the plastic replica and my own fingers.

When I calmed down, my cunt was still tingling, wanting more, ready to take me up into the stratosphere of sexual ecstasy, and I turned my mind to thinking about my beautiful twin daughters. I'd never seriously had any lesbian thoughts before, but after fucking my two sons, I remembered lusting for my daughters with a desperate passion that made me ache and itch all over.

I remember how frightened I was trying to work out how to get to fuck them. Frightened because I knew it was wrong, not just because it was incest, but because our church had never having got comfortable with homosexuality in any form. Frightened in case I made a mistake, so they rejected and despised me. As soon as I saw their gorgeous pink nipples, though, lighting bursts of energy were zipping through my body, and once they showed me their lovely pale-lipped cunts, I knew they were mine, and that they wanted me as much as I wanted them.

God, I remembered the excitement the first time my twin daughters touched my pussy, and I pushed the fingers of both hands into my hole, trying to recapture the feeling as for the first time I felt two of Lucy's and two of Emma's fingers push inside me, and they told me to add two of my own. Oh fuck, I knew what came next, as each in their turn, my daughters forced their entire hand inside my vagina, the first time that anyone had ever fisted me. Shit, as I fisted myself with one hand, and worked my stiff little clit with the other, I came again, drenching my hand with yet more cum.

I thought that would be the end, but my cunt had other ideas. I'd eaten both my daughters' pussies, and they'd eaten mine, but I knew I wouldn't be happy until I'd seen my sons' cocks disappearing inside them. I remembered how I let them tie me up, all part of my plan to let me tie them up, and the fucking little bitches had stretched my cunt so much that they ended up double fisting me.

Fuck, I almost came again, but I managed to hold on, as my pussy was aching so much by now that I was sure I wouldn't be able to come more than once, and I wanted to save it for a very special memory. My hands were skating around in the slime between my legs, rubbing, stroking and penetrating, as I remembered tying up my daughters, then inviting my sons to fuck them.

Shit, the look on their faces was magic, as they realised that their Mom wasn't quite the submissive they'd imagined, and I remember their gasps as they saw that nerdy little Tony's cock was bigger than his macho brother's. Oh God, the thrill I got as I watched my son's cocks stretch open my daughters' holes, was more exciting than I could ever describe. Even so, it was the next step that had given me the most intense climax I'd ever had up to that point.

It started with me sucking my sons' spunk out of my daughters' holes, although I deliberately made sure they still had some left in them to help the final part of my plan. I had to stop my movements, and just press down hard on my clit as I thought about how I'd persuaded the girls to let their brothers take them up their asses. I loved seeing their cunts being stretched, but maybe I enjoyed even more watching their tight little assholes stretching far more to take my sons' big cocks.

Oh shit, I couldn't control my hands, which seemed to have taken a will of their own, as they started to work on my cunt again. The girls were sat on their brother's cocks, the vaginas gaping open, letting me see the remains of sperm still inside them. I must have been possessed, because before I realised what I was doing, I'd rammed a fist in each of my daughter's spunky, cumy cunts, and I could feel my sons' cocks ramming into them across their thin vaginal walls.

I rammed my own fist straight back into me, relishing the burst of pain as my cunthole was suddenly forced open, then I rammed the dildo into my ass, trying to mimic the feel of the cock in my daughter's shit hole. I raced my hand around my clit as hard and fast as I could, as I pumped my fist in and out of my cunt.

This really was the last time, as I pulled my hand and the dildo out of me, and I flopped back on the bed exhausted. Masturbation never did it for me quite the same as fucking someone else, but shit, I don't think I'd ever had such a long and enjoyable masturbation session, which when I looked at the clock, had lasted close to two and a half hours.

I guess many people would consider me a real monster: a mother who fucked her own children, but that wasn't how I saw it. My parents now fucked me, and when I was eating my mother's cunt, and my father was fucking my asshole, I respected them just as much as I ever had, and I loved them as parents as much as I ever did. But in addition, I loved them with the sort of sexual love you have for not a just a one-night stand, but for a partner you want to give yourself to for life.

I understood now, after Professor Alex's explanation, why I loved looking at naked women, and I understood how men see women, which brought me closer to my husband and the other men in my family, as well as giving me a new dimension to my relationship with the women. I really did love fucking my fucking family...

I must have dropped off as I revelled in the hedonistic pleasure of masturbating to memories of sex with my children, but then I woke up with a start. Wayne's real problems had all come from him making sexual advances to his foster mother, or once his step-sisters. Was this just a coincidence? I couldn't see how it could possibly be, but could he be carrying the incest trait himself? Dad hadn't fucked Rosemary when she had Wayne, so there was no chance he'd got it that way, but was it conceivable that his father had picked it up some other way?

As I went back to sleep again, I made two decisions. First, I must try to get a DNA sample from Wayne to get Professor Alex to investigate, and secondly, yes, I'd let Wayne fuck any of my holes, or do anything else to me if it helped reconcile him with Rosemary.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt happier than I had all trip. My cunt was aching, but it was a gentle ache which was just a reminder of a glorious masturbation experience. I had to have a long shower though, as it took ages to clean off all my cum that had matted my pubes, and dried like cling film over my vulva and ass. Yes, I know I should have done this before I went to sleep, and yes, it had left a stain on the sheets, but hotels wash them so often when they don't need to, that I didn't care.

I had fresh orange juice, coffee, and scrambled egg and crispy bacon for breakfast, as sex always leaves me hungry. I'd taken care on my appearance, putting on a thin, lacy bra and matching panties. They were more than a thong, as I found thongs rode up into my asshole and were really uncomfortable for driving, but yet they covered no more of my pussy from the front. Over the top, I wore a light button-through dress in red, which I thought would get attention, and which I could adjust to reveal more of me if I needed to go down the seduction route.

I was feeling optimistic as I got in Tony's Mustang, and drove out to the ranch. I started to worry a bit as I went through the wooden archway over the dirt track up to the ranch, as below the name, there was a big sign that said 'No women allowed'. When I circled around in the dusty yard in front of the ranch house, pulled to a halt, and got out of the car, my optimism was shattered.

A tall, lean man was standing on the veranda, watching me. He was dressed in cowboy boots, faded jeans, and undyed denim shirt, and a brown Stetson hat. That wasn't what upset me, nor was it the innocent, rather vague look on his face, which made me understand what people had meant when they said he seemed a bit simple. No, it was the pump action shotgun that was pointed right at me.

"Cain't you read? Sign says no women."

"Wayne? But I'm your cousin, and your mother sent me to find you..."

"Don't matter who yu'r. All women're bitches or whores. My mom dumped me; biggest fucking bitch ever. 'N you sure look like a whore."

I opened my mouth to reply, but I didn't get a chance before he raised the shotgun, and fired up into the air. As my ears recovered from the initial deafness, I could hear the tinging as the pellets landed back on the Mustang, and some in my hair. Tony would kill me If I took the car back damaged, and I knew I'd be searching for hours to get all of the pellets out from the seats. I should have put the hood up, I guess.

"Next time I aim at you, whore. Now get out."

I knew there was no point arguing, but would have to find a different approach, so I got in the car and drove back to the road in a cloud of dust. I didn't turn back to the hotel, though, but followed the road on, where it seemed to climb the hill at the back of the ranch. I was lucky. I managed to find a small pull-in, where I could stop the car, and look back over it, down below me.

I settled down for a long wait. Eventually, I reasoned, Wayne would have to leave the ranch house, and I couldn't see any sign of anyone else. I put the hood up to give me some shade, and settled down for a long wait. I had plenty of water in the car, but twice I had to crouch down for a pee, trying to get as much cover as I could from the car. The traffic was light, though, so I didn't get caught, which normally would have disappointed me, but this time I wanted to keep my profile as low as I could.

After several hours, I saw Wayne leave the ranch house, walk to one of the barns, and drive off up the dirt road to the fields below me, disappearing around the curve of the hill. This was my opportunity, and I had to take it fast. I drove as fast as I could back to the ranch, leaving the car pointed back to the road, in case I had to make a hasty exit, and I walked up to the house.

The doors were locked, but the windows weren't, and using Tony's Swiss Army Knife he kept in the car, I managed to snap back the stop of one, pull it open and climb inside. Inside, it was clean but spartan. As bare of any ornament as an Amish cottage, but with solid wooden furniture that lacked any of the elegance of the Amish furniture that has become so fashionable. I tried a couple of other rooms, which were just as bare and looked unused.

I was looking for a bathroom, hoping to find a brush of something with hairs, or at worst a freshly-used toothbrush, both of which would have enough DNA from Professor Alex to analyse. I opened another door and gasped. It wasn't a bathroom, but presumably was Wayne's bedroom, and it was totally different to the rest of the place.

Opposite the foot of the king-sized bed a flat-screen TV was fastened to the wall, and not just any TV, but the largest I'd ever seen in a private house. It wasn't just that, though, but one wall was covered with multicoloured boxes that I recognised as DVD's or Blu-Ray's. My first thought was that he must be a super film buff, which made sense as a way of filling his time if he was as much of a loner as I'd been told.

It was only when I pulled a few out that I realised that they were indeed films, but not the sort you see at the local cinema. Everyone was hardcore porn, and hardcore porn of a special kind, revealed by the titles. There was a whole run of 'Stepmom and Stepson Affairs', then 'Stepmom Teaches her Stepson' one to a hundred, 'Moms Teach Sex', a load of 'Old and Young' which were clearly incest based. I'd never seen as many mom/son incest videos before, but of course, I knew that unlike our own streams, few if any of the actors in them would actually be related.

I knew I couldn't waste any more time, so I hunted around for the samples I was looking for, but with renewed confidence that my crazy idea might be true. I found a few pubes under the bed, some hair from a comb in the bathroom, and I bagged these up, along with what looked like a used brush in the rack on the electric toothbrush, replacing it with a new one from the packet I found in the bathroom cabinet.

Then I legged it, almost spinning the car as I accelerated away from the ranch. I drove to the nearest town to find an express mail office. I scrawled a note which I put in with the samples, and emailed Professor Alex to give him a longer explanation, and to explain why I wanted an answer with the utmost urgency.

When I got back to the motel, the first thing I did was to go online, and find out more about the local area. I knew it would take time for the samples to get to Boston then the tests to be done, so I wasn't expecting to have the results before three mornings from then. Even I couldn't fill two-and-a-half days just fucking myself, so I decided to do some touristing, though I wasn't convinced there would be much available in Montana.

In fact, I found out I was wrong, though it would involve a fair bit of driving, and I booked myself a different hotel, before letting reception know I'd be checking out in the morning, but coming back again later. Then I did a bit of technical experimentation. Tony had given me a USB stick, which he said I could plug into most modern TV's so I could stream anything from my iPhone to it.

It wasn't quite as simple to get working as he'd said, but by the end of the afternoon I'd managed to get it working, so I went out to grab some food, then went back to my room for what I intended to be another evening of sex, but not quite on my own this time.

I Facetimed Mom and Dad, who'd told me that Rosemary would be staying with them while I was on the hunt for her son, and George and Hilary were with my grandparents. I put them up on the TV, sitting on the edge of the bed with my phone propped up on the desk, so that they could also see me. I guess I should have known, but Tony had set them up as well, so they must have had a good view of me, sitting in my lonely hotel room.

I told them everything that I had found, and my suspicion that somehow Wayne must also have picked up the incest trait somewhere. Rosemary was adamant that she'd never fucked anyone in the family before she seduced Dad, just the hippy bikers she'd been travelling around with. Oh, and goodness knows how many others at Woodstock and a couple of other events they'd been to, of course. I told them about the samples I'd sent, and when I expected the result. Rosemary said she'd try to get a flight to Helena, the day after tomorrow, staying there overnight, then driving up to meet me at the ranch the next day, when Professor Alex had promised we should have some results.

"I can't believe it, Susan. My son, really alive after all these years? I can't wait to meet him. I'm so grateful to you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I had undersold the hatred Wayne seemed to have for women, and that it might not be quite the glorious reunion she wanted. I was just hoping that if he really did have the incest trait, it would kick in quick enough for him to let his mother into the ranch house. Anyway, my mind was much more focused on the entertainment I was looking forward to now.

"Well, Aunt Rosemary, there is something I'd like."

"Anything, Susan. Just name it."

"I'd like to watch Dad fuck you the way he did all those years ago, and I want to watch Mom watching you. I'll be able to see from her reaction whether she really has forgiven you, and you will be able to watch me masturbating, and know that I have forgiven you."

The look on their faces was a joy to watch, a mixture of shock turning to lust and excitement.

"Fucking hell, Susan, do you really want to do this over Facetime?" Dad asked.

"Absolutely, Dad. I want to watch your cock going up her cunt the way it did when you cheated on Mom that once. I'm sure you were planning to fuck her anyway, but here, let me get you in the mood a bit."

I stood up and took off my clothes, then I laid on my back on the bed, with pillows propped behind me so I could watch the screen. I opened my legs and pulled my labia apart, so they could see the wetness in my slit, and the way my hole was open for them. I could see Dad staring at the screen, so at least he was appreciating the view up my cunt.

"Come on Henry. I'm up for it if you and Martha are, but let's go into the bedroom."

The picture on the screen then went all wonky as they carried the phone with them. I knew Mom and Dad had a TV in the bedroom, so they'd be able to see me still. I got disconnected views of the stairs, then heard mutterings as Dad tried to get their phone connected to the bedroom TV.

"While Henry and Rosemary are getting set up, Susan, let me give you a little treat as a starter."

All I could see for a bit was the bathroom ceiling, then I saw Mom, now naked, obviously holding the phone in her hand.

"I needed a piss first, darling, and thought you'd like to watch."

Would I ever! I've never quite understood it, but I love watching women pee. Men not so much, but the sight of a woman's pee squirting out of that tiny little hole at the opening to her vagina always gets me going, and this was no exception. I rammed two fingers up me, and started rubbing away at my clit, forgetting that Mom could see exactly what I was doing.

"I thought that would get you going," she said with a chuckle. "You know, I'm going to enjoy watching him fuck her just as much as you. Why don't I describe what is happening as well? That should get us both even hornier, shouldn't it? And by the way, I love your cunt, darling. I won't wipe -- with any luck one of them will clean off the last drops of pee for me."

I think I've said before how much I love my Mom now, in every way possible, and it hit me again just how much, as I felt the pleasure coming from my cunt spreading through my body, and the love from my Mom coming through the TV screen. She finished peeing, then everything went wobbly again as she walked into the bedroom, and found somewhere to lodge the phone securely, but with a good view of the bed.

Dad was stood next to it, naked, stroking his stiff cock, looking down at Rosemary, who was laid on the bed with her legs open. I noticed that she'd trimmed her bush back since the Caribbean, giving me a gorgeous view of her vulva. However, it was about to get a lot better, as I saw my Mom walk over to her sister, kneel next to the bed, and pull Rosemary's labia wide open.

"What a lot of trouble this cunt has caused, Rosemary, but I love the sight, smell and touch of it," and she bent forward and licked her tongue along it, clearly poking it up inside her sister, before she pulled back again. "Come on then, Henry, show me how you fucked her when I was away from home, with our son in my belly."

Mom got on the far side of the bed and started playing with herself, one hand on her tit, and the other on her pussy, as I watched Dad climb on top of Mom's sister, and drive his cock into her cunt. I had a gorgeous view of her hole stretching to take him, before it was obscured as his balls banged into her, his cock as deep inside her as it was possible to go.

"That's right Henry, fuck my sister's skanky old cunt, and suck on her saggy old tits."

I could see that the dirty talk was getting Mom aroused, and I was as fascinated at watching her hand going in and out of her pussy, as I was Dad going in and out of his sister-in-law. I was trying to pace myself, letting the tingling in my cunt just get to the point where I was going to come, but never quite letting myself get there.

"Get on top me, Rosemary, the way you did when I fucked your little runaway cunt," Dad said, pulling out of her, making sure he turned so that I could see her cum covering the length of his throbbing cock, and keeping out of the way so that I could see into her gaping vagina before it closed over.

He laid down on the bed, and to my surprise, Mom leaned over and forced her mouth over his cock, sucking in Rosemary's come as she took it right down her throat.

"I know that that didn't happen that day, but I fucking wish it had," Mom gasped, as she pulled her head back, a string of her saliva bridging from her mouth to the tip of Dad's cock.

"Well, I'm glad you weren't there, Martha, else Henry might not have done this," Rosemary replied, lifting one leg, straddling over Dad's cock, and guiding it up into her with her hand.

Once he was in her, she leaned forwards, slapping her saggy tits across Dad's face, and I'm sure she knew full well that in this position I had an unobstructed view of his cock going in and out of her cunt, and above that the tight ring of her asshole. Fuck, I wasn't going to be able to hold on long with a view like that, and even Mom had worked her way down the bed to get a better view at her husband violating her sister's cunt.

Shit, she wasn't just intending to look, either. The hand between her legs was racing up and down faster than ever, and she let go of her tit with the other, leaned forward, and reached towards Rosemary's butt. I wasn't quite sure what Mom was planning, but when she shoved two fingers into her sister's asshole, I lost control and came, yelling out, and rolling around on the bed with my hand between my legs, which were flapping open and close.

What Mom did, not surprisingly set her off, but the effect rippled through Rosemary, and then Dad. I could see the big vein at the base of his cock pulsating, as he launched his spunk deep inside her cunt, which was twisting and turning on him, making her opening stretch even further, and me come again, even before I'd properly come down.

As soon as Dad's cock was in danger of falling out of he, Rosemary got off him, and waggled her butt at my Mom, just giving me enough of a view to see the spunk running out of her.

"Come on then, sis. If only you had been here to eat me out, things would have been a lot different."

"But you wouldn't have had George, nor probably Hilary, and we've all enjoyed fucking them, haven't we Rosemary?" Mom replied as the two sisters assumed a classic 69 position, Mom clearly making sure that I could see as she sucked the sperm from Rosemary's vagina, swallowing it down with relish.

I guess that was as good an answer on whether they had made their peace as any could be, so I just enjoyed using my fingers to take me to another orgasm, wishing I was with them, not on my own. When all three of us had come and recovered, Mom and Rosemary got up and walked towards the phone providing the video link to me.

"Well, Susan, is that enough to convince you that I've forgiven you Dad for fucking my sister and making her pregnant, and that Rosemary and I are like sisters again?"

"Well ... Maybe you could do it again, just to make sure?"

"Just go to bed, and enjoy the sights tomorrow, then I'll be over to join you as soon as I can. And if you can really get my son to own me as his mother, you can fuck me as much as you want," Rosemary said, smiling.

Oh, I thought that was a given anyway, now we were all in the family together. No, it was her son, my cousin, that I was really after. His build reminded me so much of my elder son, Michael, and getting screwed by him was truly amazing, and I was hoping that Wayne would be the same. I just had to persuade him he wanted to take me, but the good thing was that if I did, he'd have very little choice but to accept his mother as well, so we'd all be happy.

I woke later than usual the following day, knowing it was my own. I had breakfast, packed my bag, then drove north to explore Glacier National Park. It was a four-hour drive to get around to West Glacier, where I'd booked a room the next night, but when I checked on the website, I found I was in luck. The snowfall this year had been lighter than usual, and the melt had set in earlier, so they'd managed to open the scenic road across the mountains several weeks earlier than usual, although the notices said care was needed.

At the bottom of the mountains, I found what looked like a huge Swiss chalet, but on a scale to house tens of hotel rooms. I'd never come across anything quite like it in the USA, and when I went in to explore, I could see that many of the rooms had a fabulous view across a lake towards the mountains.

When I left, and the road started to climb, I could see why care was needed. Snow was piled feet high on either side, and where the water ran across the road, some of it was still frozen. Still, it was spring, and the sun was shining brightly from a clear blue sky, just enhanced by a few fast-moving fluffy white clouds.

I'd read up on the background, but when I saw it, the way they'd built the road across the mountain was absolute lunacy. Apparently an engineer persuaded the park supervisor in the 1920's, that a normal zig-zag road that followed the contours of the mountains would spoil the look of them, and instead to basically blast a notch out of the solid rock in as straight a line as could be managed. They called it the 'Going-to-the-Sun' road.

The problem, as I discovered, was that this meant the road was barely wide enough for two large cars or vans to pass, and there was a sheer drop, with only less than a foot of brickwork for much of the way to prevent cars crashing over if they lost control. Not only that, but bits of the road seem to be held up only by frail looking brick bridges as the road passed over small, but sheer ravines, with torrents of meltwater crashing down through them.

I'd been driving with the top down, but luckily I pulled in to a parking area to go and look at the glacier overlook. The view was fantastic, so I was glad I'd stopped. I was even more glad when I looked further down the road. I'd read about the Weeping Wall, without quite understanding what it was, but it became clear as I watched the cars on the road.

On this stretch, the road had been gouged out of what must have been a smooth expanse of rock. With the snow melting fast, water was racing down over the rock and flying out over the road in an arc of almost freezing-cold water. I watched a few convertibles coming from the other direction, where they would have had no warning of what was coming, nor could they stop on the narrow road, so anyone with the roof down got drenched. That I wouldn't have enjoyed, but luckily having come this way, and having stopped, I was able to put the roof up and keep dry.

The rest of the drive was slow, but fun, with a few stops on the way, and a bite to eat in a little eatery which could only just have re-opened. The crazy thing was, though, that while it might have reduced the visual impact when looked at from afar, the straight road dramatically reduced the scenic impact when you were driving it. I loved the hairpin bends on some of the European roads in the Alps, or on the Italian coast, where at each turn you got a new perspective on a stunning view, but at Glacier, this didn't happen, and all of my attention was just keeping the car on the road.

It took the best part of the day to make my way over to West Glacier, where I checked into the resort made up of log cabins, just at the edge of the Park itself. By the time I'd driven into town, and found somewhere to grab a bite to eat, it was dark. Well, not quite dark, because the sky was clear, and there was a full moon shining brightly amongst a sea of stars, more than I think I'd ever seen before.

I don't know what got into me, but I decided to drive back up the pass, and go back to look at the scenery in moonlight. It was a lunatic thing to do, because the road was scary enough in daylight, but lunatic was the right word with the full moon so clear in the sky. The words lunacy and lunatic all come from the Latin word for the moon, luna, and it really is true that people's behaviour can be influenced by the moon, and that is the only plausible excuse I can find for what I did.

I called in at my chalet to get ready for what I intended, taking a few things with me, and then I drove back up the mountain. It really was mad. With the combination of the moonlight and the car's headlights, I could see that the water on the road had already frozen solid in places. Sometimes I could even feel the wheels start to slip, but I was determined to carry on with my plan.

I drove up past the Weeping Wall, which wasn't as bad as I'd feared as the sheer volume of water seemed to keep ice from forming on the road, and into the Logan Pass Visitor Centre parking lot. There were only a couple of cars still in there, but I drove as close as I could to the start of the nature trail to Hidden Lake.

When I got out of the car, I took off my dress, which was all that I was wearing. As the cold air hit me, my nipples stiffened immediately, and my skin started to form goose bumps, but I wasn't going to be put off. I picked up my rucksack, in which I'd packed water, a torch, a can of bear spray, a blanket and my dress, and put it on my back, the weight forcing my shoulders back and my tits out. I might be in the grip of lunacy, but I wasn't totally stupid, though my first thought had been to do the hike with just my trainers on my feet.

Still, my body was completely naked, the moonlight making my flesh look pearly white, except for my nipples and pubes which looked so much darker than normal. I set off at a brisk pace, back along the track I'd visited earlier so I knew the way, all 1.5 miles of it, though this time I wasn't planning to go right down to the lake itself. I hadn't imagined meeting anyone else. I mean, who'd be mad enough to walk this track in the dark? But I hadn't been going long when I saw a couple walking towards me.

"Good evening. Isn't the moon beautiful?" I said as they passed by, not speaking, but making me smile as there was enough moonlight to see that their eyes were flipping between my bouncing tits and my cunt as I walked towards them.

Fucking hell, it was cold. My nipples were like metal rods, my breath was coming out like steam from a kettle, and my pussy was aching, probably because my exposed cuntlips weren't used to the icy cold air, combined with the thrill of being totally naked out in the wild. It was lucky that the trail was fairly flat, else I'd never have been able to make it, I'm sure, but eventually the path opened out. The view across the lake to the mountains beyond was stunning, even more so than in the day, with the moon's reflection glistening on the almost rippleless surface of the lake, and on the snow-capped peaks beyond.

I took off my rucksack, and walked as close to the edge as I could, where the trail dropped sharply down to the lake, then I stood on tip-toe, arms outstretched, head up to look at the moon, and just stood there offering my body to the Diana, the Roman goddess of the moon, or Selene, as the Greeks called her. Was I really possessed by her? I certainly felt it when I heard her voice in my head, and I lowered my hands, widened my stance, and pulled my cunt as far open as I could.​