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Linda snorted.
"Hey, I AM mature!" Sarah fought to whisper. "And whether it's me or him, it's still incest, so there." Now she was pouting like a little girl.
"Just what we need, Sarah." Linda pulled herself up, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her sibling. "It's enough we'll have to pretend nothing happened once we get home. I know you can control yourself, but god help me if I get Billy going."
"His cock must be raw as hell." Sarah rested her head on Linda's shoulder. "A nice, wet pussy is what he needs. At least someone needs to teach him about lubricants."
Linda nuzzled her sister's hair, still processing what had happened since the previous night. She was also, much to her surprise, seriously pondering what sex would be like with her son, and whether she might as well pull him into her and Sarah's world of taboo.
"How long have you been taking the pill?"
"Oh, not long." Sarah replied.
"Do you have any on you?"
Sarah gave her sister an incredulous look. "Really?"
Linda felt like a naughty teenager. She nodded. "Well, you're the one talking about sex with Billy. Or was that just bullshit?"
"Fuuuck!" The young woman hopped to her feet, heading for the door.
"Cover yourself, just in case."
Sarah slipped on her bathrobe, disappeared for a moment, then returned. She handed the bubble-pack of small pills to her sister.
Linda said nothing, but took a pill from the pack, popping it in her mouth.
"Hand me the water."
Sarah obeyed, watching her sister take a few sips, swallowing.
"You know it doesn't take effect immediately."
"I know, I know..." Linda handed the glass of water back to her sister. "I've taken them before, but it can't hurt."
"What are you thinking?" Sarah, aroused at the prospect of what Linda was considering, traced the tip of her forefinger around her sister's areola, making it pucker.
"Here." Linda held her breast up and, without hesitation, Sarah took it in her mouth.
"Ahhh..." Linda exhaled. Sarah reached up to tug on her other nipple. "I never get tired of this, honey. Suck my tits anytime."
Sarah moaned, her mouth full of tit. Linda continued.
"I can't believe I'm considering my son as a lover."
"Mmmmhmmm," Sarah agreed, never letting go of Linda's breast.
"Ohhh, god, you're making me wet again." Linda started rubbing Sarah's bare chest, igniting her nipples as well.
Sarah released her sister's breast. "Fuck, yeah, play with my tits." By now, Linda was gently tugging at her sister's nipples, rolling them between her fingers.
"Such delicate little tits, but so lovely." Linda leaned over to take one in her mouth. Sarah whimpered, pressing her breast against her sister's full, red lips.
"Ohhh, my god," she whispered as Linda slipped a pair of fingers into her sopping wet pussy. "God, yes...ungh..." Sarah writhed and bucked against her sister's hand. "God, yes, touch my spot. Rub it!"
Linda cradled the young woman, sucking her nipple as she massaged the spongy area directly behind Sarah's clit. Her body was so different than Dolores's, but responded just the same. Linda relished the taste of Sarah's skin, inhaling the gentle scent of Lifeguard soap, her fingers maintaining a steady, curling rhythm.
Sarah nuzzled her sister's hair, trying not to moan, resting a hand on the back of Linda's head as she nursed.
"Oh, fuck..yes..." Sarah couldn't keep still, feeling the approaching climax. "Please don't stop...yes! It's coming!"
Linda moaned against Sarah's breast.
Steady as she goes, my love. Steady...steady...
A yelp escaped Sarah's mouth as her body spasmed, the climax taking her. She allowed Linda to finger her just a little more before pulling her hand away. Linda gently kissed Sarah's wet nipple, watching as her sister crested the orgasm, her body vibrating, eyes wide and mouth agape, unable to take a breath.
"Yes, my love," Linda cooed as their eyes met. "Yes." She licked and sucked her sister's wetness from her fingers while Sarah watched.
Goddamn, this is so kinky and perverted, but so fucking sexy!
Just as Sarah was catching her breath, another sound returned.
Creak creak creak creak...
Still recovering from the climax, Sarah again looked into her sister's eyes and laughed. Linda glanced up at the ceiling.
"Well, what do you think?" She asked, learning over to give Sarah a peck on the mouth.
"Throw caution to the wind?" Sarah returned the kiss, although this one lingered. The young woman enjoyed the scent and taste of her own arousal.
Linda nodded, placing her feet on the floor. She couldn't believe what they were about to do, but only twenty-four hours ago, she wouldn't have believed she would be getting off with her kid sister! "Get your robe on." Linda covered herself, cinching the garment at the front. "We don't want to terrorize him outright."
The sisters, concealed in bathrobes and nothing else, made their way up the stairs, their feet stepping gingerly, desperately trying to avoid making the floor creak. They lingered outside the bedroom door. The sound had intensified.
Squeak squeak squeak squeak...
"We're really doing this, huh?" Sarah whispered. Linda nodded. It was Sarah who knocked on Billy's door.
"Billy?" Linda turned the doorknob, slowly pushing the door ajar. "Can we come in?"
"Mom? Sarah? What is it?" Billy's voice asked nervously. Linda stepped into the room followed closely by her sister.
Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead!
"Honey?" In the dim light, Linda saw Billy had hastily pulled the blankets up to his chin. She also saw his cock straining upward from underneath, making an impressive tentpole. "Are you okay?"
"Uh..." The young man hesitated. "Yeah, Mom. Why do you ask? What's wrong?"
Linda tried not to stare at her son's healthy, albeit concealed, erection. Already, the wetness was returning. She fought to keep calm.
Son of a bitch if my brain isn't spinning up. I'm so fucking horny!
"Well, Sarah and I are hearing strange noises from up here."
"I didn't hear anything." Billy kept shielding himself with the blankets. Linda remained at the foot of her son's bed, hesitant to move closer, but Sarah circled around to the other side. The young man glanced at his aunt, then back at his mother.
"What are you doing up here?" Sarah asked, her voice almost mocking. Almost. "What's with all the creaking?" Boldly, she grabbed the blankets and whipped them back.
"Oh, mercy!" Linda gasped as Sarah looked up, eyes like saucers.
"Fucking look at that!" The young woman marveled, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Before them, Billy lie, stark naked, his penis jutting at full mast from a patch of thick, brown pubes. His balls, also covered in hair, bulged, swollen, from underneath the base of his cock.
It was the first time Linda had seen a male organ, especially her son's, in eons. In addition, this one looked like it was about to blast off.
God help me, look at that magnificent thing!
Her brain hungrily absorbed the vision, memorizing every delicious curve, indentation and vein. Yes, it was a cock and, yes, it was her son's, but aside from looking like any fully functional, robust set of genitalia, she couldn't help but notice something intimately familiar, something only she could recognize.
Jesus, help me. I feel like I've seen this penis before, and not on Billy.
A loud, agitated voice snapped her back into the moment.
"Mom! Sarah! What the fuck?" Billy yelled, trying to cover himself, but his aunt clung to the blankets fiercely, her eyes a mixture of lust and awe, a mischievous grin on her face.
Linda, her pussy practically dripping, would not chicken out. It was all or nothing.
God help me. Here I am traumatizing my only son and destroying our family with my carnal desires!
Linda's senses were overwhelmed. She felt like she was outside of her body, hovering above, observing the proceedings below. She watched herself sit at the foot of the bed, her hand reaching out to rest only inches from Billy's thigh. "Son, we can hear you masturbate downstairs." She realized her robe had fallen open, exposing her breasts, but did nothing to close it. "My god, you're jacking off way too much!"
"You're going to wear that thing out!" Sarah chimed in, unable to avert her eyes from her nephew's hardness.
"That's none of your business!" Billy whimpered like a cornered animal. "Why are you two doing this?"
"Billy, we'll leave you alone, if you want." Linda again used her mother voice, somehow stoking the fire even hotter. She could feel her erect clit throbbing. "We're just concerned." Her fingertips touched his warm skin. He didn't recoil, but remained silent. "We're not saying masturbating is bad. Everybody does it." Her hand covered his knee. Still, he didn't withdraw, his cock remaining at full attention. "Especially healthy, young men like you."
I can't believe he hasn't jumped out of bed and run out of the house.
Linda looked to her sister. "Sarah, turn that on."
Sarah switched on the lamp, giving the siblings a better view of Billy's exposed body, and his manhood.
"Oh, sweetheart." Without thinking, Linda reached out to grasp her son's cock, albeit gently. Much to her surprise, he didn't resist. She pulled the skin taut on his shaft, revealing an irritated, red pole capped by a glistening, purple helmet. For a moment, Linda felt somewhat dizzy.
He's letting me touch it! He's not pulling away! This is really happening!
The feel of his rod in her hand, again, awakened a vague familiarity, teasing a long-dormant part of her brain.
How do I know this? Why is this familiar? I haven't touched Billy's penis since I bathed him as a child. It's more than just handling a cock.
"Mom!" Billy whined, but his voice wasn't convincing. He squirmed under his mother's grasp, biting his lower lip.
"Baby, look at this!" Linda loved the feel of her son's full, luscious meat and tried not to squeeze. "Don't you know about lubricants?"
Still, Billy didn't respond. He just stared at his mother's hand wrapped around his hardness.
"Sarah." Linda motioned over her shoulder. "Go to the medicine cabinet and get me the Vaseline."
"Aye aye!" The young woman trotted away.
Wanting to get into a more comfortable position, Linda slid all the way up on the bed, forcing her to release her grip on Billy. She leaned against the footboard, spreading her legs, fully aware she was again completely exposing herself to her son. The young man looked up from his prone position, gazing at his mother, whose robe had fallen off her shoulders. His eyes had relaxed considerably, the countenance of utter shock and agitation gone.
"Come up here, son." She took Billy's hand, pulling him toward her. The mere fact he was complying boggled her mind. "That's it." Sliding up between her thighs, he turned to rest against his mother, exhaling as he leaned back against her soft, yielding breasts.
The weight of her son's naked body, his back pressing against her aching mounds and sensitive, erect nipples, his butt pressing against her glistening, wet pussy, his head resting back on her shoulder came perilously close to triggering an orgasm. As she rested her hands on Billy's bare thighs, Linda clenched the walls of her pussy repeatedly, trying hard to focus and not come. Not yet.
"That's it, honey." Linda tried to quell the lust in her voice. She so wanted to start fucking at that very instant!
Fortunately, Sarah returned, holding a small, beige jar in her hand. She grinned at the new position her sister and nephew had taken, both nervous and aroused at how sexy and taboo the whole thing was.
"Remove the top, please." Linda again delicately grasped Billy's hardness while her other hand rubbed up and down his thigh.
I'm gripping my own son's erection and he's not resisting. How can this be happening?
Sarah took the metal cap from the glass container.
Linda motioned for her sister to hold out the jar so she could dip her fingers inside. She didn't want to release Billy's cock again, it felt so good and warm and alive in her hand.
"Thanks." Linda's eyes smiled. They belied the fact she was desperately fighting to maintain a calm, controlled demeanor.
With a big glob of Vaseline on her fingers, she proceeded to rub it, ever so gently, all over her son's shaft and balls. He sighed, pressing against his naked mother, responding to her thorough touch. It was that moment when Linda had a revelation.
That's where I remember this cock. Oh, my god!
Bittersweet memories flooded her brain as she fought back a sob.
I can't fucking believe this. Keep your shit together, Linda-girl. Don't ruin the moment. Just be grateful.
She surprised herself when her voice came out normal.
"Billy, when you masturbate, you must remember to use lubricant."
"Uh huh." His voice sounded far away, blissful.
Kid sister watched mother and son intently, her eyes darting back and forth between their faces, then down to Linda's slender hands expertly manipulating her son's genitals. The next moment, Sarah let her robe slip to the floor. Linda again smiled. She knew they were both well past the point of needing to cover themselves.
"Come over here," big sis motioned. Sarah, in her birthday suit, climbed onto the bed, sitting on her heels, knees apart, facing the two. It was obvious she wanted to be as close to them as possible and still watch. Linda nodded approvingly.
My sexy little voyeur. Yes, my love, watch us all you want. It's only fair. I'll be watching you from here on out, and my boy. Ohhhh...sinful mother.� � �
All this time, Billy remained silent, totally passive, almost in a trance as his mother handled him. Linda also noticed his face had become beet red and his breathing increased as he drank in the view of his naked aunt.
"Everything okay, my love?" She whispered against his neck. Billy nodded, but his squirming increased as she continued massaging every square inch of his cock and balls. Soon, he started to undulate against his mother's hand. Linda sensed his movement.
Oh, sweet lord.
"Billy, are you about to..."
The next moment, the boy convulsed, his body spasming as thick ropes of raw come shot from the tip of his pulsing cock, hitting his aunt squarely on the chin and chest.
"Ahhhg!" Sarah lurched, pearlescent goo coating her pale skin. "Goddamn!" She looked at Billy, then at his mother, awestruck by the sheer amount of ejaculate her nephew could produce.
"Don't move, Sarah," Linda commanded. She had a lustful grin on her face. "Let me finish this."
Cupping her son's balls, she stroked several times from the base to the tip of his shaft, coaxing a few final dribbles of opaque fluid, which ran down the back of her hand. "That's a good boy...good young man." Linda cooed as she kissed her spent son on the cheek, neck and shoulder. Then she proceeded to lick the come from her hand while Sarah watched.
"Let Mama up." Linda rolled her limp son to the side. "I'm not done cleaning up your mess."� � � The next moment, Linda moved over to her sister and started licking come from her chest.
Billy, although near-comatose, couldn't help but watch his mother and aunt. "Goddamn, you two." He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Fucking awesome."
Sarah's mouth hung open as she watched her sister eagerly clean away the goo, gasping when Linda's pointed tongue traced around her nipple, then started sucking, all the while savoring the slightly bitter, alkaline taste of semen. Then the other nipple. Linda grasped Sarah's shoulders as she groomed her like a cat, rising up to clean the come from her neck and chin. Their mouths interlocked, tongues battling.
"Oh, god." Sarah whimpered as she pulled back. "Time to fuck again."
As Billy watched the incestuous tableau, it was impossible not to be affected, and he started to rally. As the minutes passed, his cock began rising and was soon back to full mast. He grasped it in frustration.
"Everyone gets to fuck except me." He was whining again, but this time, his complaint had merit.
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." Linda, holding Sarah's face against her pointed breast, reached back to squeeze his leg. It was now her son who was near tears as he grasped his mother's hand.
"I mean fuck, you and Dolores for all this time, now you and Sarah." By now, both sisters had sidled up to either side of the boy, their hands on his naked body. "Dammit, I need to fuck too!"
"Guess we weren't as quiet as we thought," Sarah said with an amused look.
"Are you kidding? I was trying not to come down and join you."
"Well, I think we've turned that corner." Linda said, sitting up, shrugging away her bathrobe. "Allow me."
Billy and Sarah made room for Linda as she moved toward the center of the bed, propping a pillow behind her, spreading her legs.
"Come here, love." She motioned to her son. Sarah's eyes, wide and attentive, watched as the naked young man knelt between his mother's full, luscious thighs, his cock bobbing.
"Son, I have to ask." In spite of her lustful frenzy, she was still Billy's mother. "And it's okay if you are." She placed her hands on his hips, pulling the boy forward. The tip of his hardness pressed against her stomach. "Are you a virgin?"
Billy, his rod about to explode, nodded without hesitation.
"Then I want this to be special." She couldn't get past the moment. Not yet. Her son was about to pass a major milestone in his young life. "Are you okay with this?"
"Mom, I need to fuck!" Billy left nothing to doubt. "Please!"
"Okay, then." She couldn't believe what she was about to do.
Here we go, opening up Pandora's Box.
Linda looked over to her sister. "Sarah, guide him inside me."
"Oh, yesss," the young woman hissed, trembling with lust. She couldn't wait to touch Billy's cock. He gasped, closing his eyes as she wrapped her slender hand around his affliction.
"Fuck." She tried to be gentle with her nephew's irritated shaft, but she wanted to jerk him off right there and then. She wanted it in her mouth, pushing down her throat, gag reflex be damned. "Every boy should lose his cherry between his mother's legs."
"Goddamn, honey." Linda's voice quivered, her chest heaving as she anticipated what was about to happen. "You got that right."
What the incestuous fuck am I saying? Oh, god, I need my boy inside me...NOW!
Sarah, her other hand grasping Billy's ass to steady him, stroked the tip of his cock up and down Linda's wet orifice. "Go ahead," she whispered into his ear. "It's time to fuck your mother."
Billy's buttocks tensed as he obeyed, his glistening, purple helmet slipping between his mother's thick pussy lips surrounded by a mass of thick, brown pubes. He was returning to the place he came from only eighteen years before.
"You can fuck me, honey." Linda coaxed her boy. "Don't be afraid."
Again, he nodded.
With a few more hesitant pushes, the horny young man slid into heaven. "Ohhhh, god! Yes!" � � � He gasped, writhing against his mother's body. "Fuck, yeah!"
"Goddamn!" Linda couldn't help but hold her boy tight, it felt so very good! "Come to Mama. Ohhh!" She hadn't had a man's cock inside her in eons, and more of those long-dormant memories came flooding back as she again fought to keep from weeping with joy and gratitude.
Yes, my love, yes! Goddammit if you don't have your father's cock.
For a moment, she was transported back in time, when her husband's thick, long shaft practically lived inside her body as he aggressively took her again and again, night after night, filling her body with copious injections of seed.
If I closed my eyes, I could think of him, but no. This is my boy. My sweet, darling, horny son and his rock-hard magnificence! This is now, and it's real!
Billy couldn't help but start pumping against his mother. Linda's breasts jiggled with each of her son's thrusts, slapping noises filling the room as he developed a steady rhythm. Sarah was about to lose her mind with need as she knelt right next to the action, watching them, smelling their sex and their bodies, as they went at it without hesitation.
"Holy fuck!" She couldn't avert her hungry eyes from the unbelievable, supremely erotic vision of unabashed mother-son incest. "I never thought I'd see this." She placed her hand on the small of Billy's back, then down to his tensing buttocks. "Fuck...god, yes, fuck...fuck her good and hard." Sarah slipped her fingers between the colliding bodies for just a second, just to get her fingers wet.
Linda, her eyes soft and moist with pleasure and satisfaction, gazed up at her sister as she licked the sex from her fingers. "You're next," she mouthed.� � �
Much to the sisters' delight, the previous orgasm gave Billy some stamina this time around. He managed to keep it up for several minutes, pounding away like an out of control machine, much to his mother's joy.
Sarah couldn't be satisfied with mere voyeurism, she had to join in. She leaned over and placed a tongue-lashing kiss on her sister's mouth as Linda moaned. Next, she took one of Linda's hard nipples in her mouth, suckling like a famished infant. Her fingers slid down to her sister's bush as she massaged Linda's swollen clit.
"Oh, fuck!" Linda gasped. "Yes, that's it...make it come! Ohhh!
Sarah grinned, happy as a clam as she coaxed Linda to her first climax. Billy didn't waver as his mother's body shuddered and convulsed under crashing waves of pleasure. She let out a wail, reaching back to grip the headboard.
"Billy, don't stop, honey." She managed to grunt. "Keep on going. Please!"
Another climax overtook her. "Oh, fuck goddamn fuck fuck fuuuck!" She babbled like she was losing her mind, the sensations and release were so very intense.
"Goddamn, Billy." Sarah released her sister's breast for just a moment. "This is hard core! Fuck the shit out of her. Give it all you have!" Then her mouth returned to sucking, her tongue flicking up and down Linda's tingling nipple.
"Yes!" Was all Billy could say, perspiration forming on his hot, bare skin. The odor of sex and sweat filled the air. "Yes!"
After the third orgasm, Linda managed to push out a few coherent words.
"Billy, honey, if you can, it's time to come inside me." She fought to return to her mother voice. "Let me take your cherry. Give it up for me!"
Sarah's mouth was at the ready. She released her sister's nipple and, with a few teasing flicks of her tongue, took to Billy's.
"Agggh." The boy's teeth clenched as his aunt's mouth pressed against his breast. "No fair! Ungh..." Sweat dripped from his brow. "G-gonna make me come!"
"That's the point, my love." Linda, panting, reached up to tease her son's other nipple.
"Goddammit!" Billy bit his lower lip. "Coming, Mom! Coming!!!"
Looking into his mother's eyes, he finally gave up his load, growling, bucking, gasping for air like a racehorse as he injected his mother with gob after gob of thick, fertile semen.
"Oh, yes, my love...YES!" Linda held onto her son's body as he came and came, trying to remain as lucid as possible, recording this unique and special moment for both of them in her brain.
Fuck, this feels so goddamn good. I never thought sex with my son could be so satisfying. He's no longer a virgin. Now he's a man.
Through the overwhelming ecstasy, she managed, in the far recesses of her mind, to think of the birth control pill she had just taken.
Between my advanced age and the pill, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
"Fuck, yeah!" Sarah couldn't keep her hands off the two. "Fuck...fuck!"
Mother and son writhed together like animals, panting, sweating, swearing, joyful with incestuous completion. After another minute, when the most intense sensations had passed, Billy fell on top of his mother. Sarah, reclining on her side, merely gazed at the pair.� � �
"That was the most fucking awesome thing I've ever witnessed." The young woman couldn't quell the lust in her voice as she caressed their bodies lovingly. Linda held her boy tight against her breasts, stroking his back, kissing his hair.
"Billy, my love," she whispered. "I have news for you. You're no longer a virgin."
"Uh huhhh." Billy managed to exhale against his mother's damp skin. His voice conveyed relief. "God, I needed that."
"We both needed that, son."
"We all needed that," Sarah chimed in.
"Come join us, my love." Linda reached out to pull Sarah down beside them. Kid sister snuggled up to the still-coupled bodies, throwing a leg over them as she inhaled the wonderful odor of physical love.
The room fell silent with the exception of waves crashing in the distance. Sarah reached over to extinguish the lamp.
"Don't worry, honey." Linda managed to whisper as she fell into sleep. "Your turn is coming."
The trio didn't awaken until mid-morning, thin white curtains billowing as sun filled the room. Linda was the first to open her eyes. For an eternity, she stared at the ceiling, looking at the water stain and wondering how long it had been there. It certainly pre-dated her and she knew the roof had been fixed at some time. She listened to the ocean eternally crashing in the distance. Seagulls squawked as they lunged for fish in the undulating waves. Linda could hear her heart beating, slow and regular. The smell of sun-kissed air had drifted into the room, filling her lungs with each breath. After the torrent of events in the past twenty-four hours, she focused on keeping her mind calm and still. It was not an easy task.
Oh, mercy. This is literally the morning after. A new frontier.
She looked over to her sister, sleeping soundly. Her son had rolled off in the night and taken up with Sarah, spooning her. Linda smiled.
Ah, my kids. What am I saying? Now my lovers. Jesus, where will this go?
She felt her son's morning wood pressing against her thigh.
I guess we're going to find out.
She didn't want to disturb the peace, but she had to pee something awful. With great care, she untangled herself from the bedclothes and the limbs of her partners.
Careful...careful.
She cursed the old wooden floors for creaking so much. She wasn't exactly sylphlike, but the floors responded like she weighed a ton. Once perched on the toilet, she exhaled, sending a copious spray of urine into the bowl, plus a big glop of her son's leavings.
Ahhh...
It seemed to go on forever. Linda studied the walls and ceiling, and the light coming through the small bathroom window. She looked at the ancient pedestal sink and clawfoot bathtub, both probably dating from before World War One.
This place hasn't changed at all during my lifetime. I like that. We all grow and change, or hope to, but this backdrop remains constant.
Pushing incestuous thoughts aside, she pondered the next year or so, when the kids would go to college, or with Billy, perhaps technical school.
As long as they get an education or a trade and take care of themselves. Sarah doesn't seem to be the type to depend on a husband, thankfully. Billy? I love him with all my heart, but he's not Rhodes Scholar material. I just need to keep pushing him.
