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I found myself living in an entirely different universe, certainly not the one I had grown up in. Bewildered, confused, and somewhat inebriated myself, my thought then as befuddled as it was, to simply do the obvious. After everything she had been through, to give her a simple needed orgasm in order to get to sleep, it was the very least that I could do. So in this other universe I now found myself in, and since I had already crossed over into this other world with David, I found it no harder to do so for mom, especially under the circumstances.
I even spread her legs, helping her bend them at the knee, and saw then for the very first time the sensual, erotic display of her neither lips, puffy, swollen, her clitoris engorged, huge in comparison to my own. I was fascinated, suddenly consumed with curiosity, lust and desire to fulfill her desire, her need. And her need then became my own.
I knelt between her legs, positioning one end of the double-headed toy at the opening of her sex. I watched as though in slow motion, as I began easing it in, watching the lips of her pussy wrap themselves tenderly, wantonly, around the head of the thick phallus. I could feel the trickle of my own sweet moisture beginning to gather as I did so, seeing hers as it glistened, accepted, and then coated the thick prick which I began pushing in, and then out of her. Mom's eyes were closed, oblivious as to me or what I was now doing to her. Where ever she was at, whichever world she was in at the moment, had nothing to do with our world, with this place.
Only the need of relief, the desire to feel wanted, needed, accepted could be understood here, just as I understood it, had come to know it with David. And so I knelt there, fucking my mother's cunt, watching the thick prick easing itself in and out of her until I too wanted to feel it. And then, just as though she'd been reading my mind, she turned, rolling, the toy still deeply embedded inside herself. Mother was now on all fours, her ass facing towards me. She had reached back behind herself, gathering up the free end of the wicked looking toy, holding it. I turned around, reaching beneath myself, felt my ass now pressed against hers. I then took what was to be my portion of the shared prick, inserting it, sliding my cunt over the end of it until it was hilted deeply inside me. Again feeling the press of mom's bare ass next to mine, slowly grinding now, gyrating, and then in unison, humping against one another in this fashion, fucking one another in and out furiously against the impaled prick we now shared.
If there was any other word to describe what I now felt, I couldn't think of it. Decadent was what came to mind. Sinfully decadent, and sinfully pleasurable. Even the slap of mom's ass against my own added to the pleasure, the stimulant as cunts liquefied, hers and mine both. The frothy sounds of lusty pleasure as they poured forth. The slippery suckings of cunts impaled, fucking hungrily back against one another, the squishy juice of pleasure suddenly increasing ten-fold with each passing second until I could no longer stand it, could no longer continue on with just the feel of it, the sense of it without tasting it and smelling it as well. Uncunting myself, I then spun, seizing her as I did, tearing away from her the enormous prick which I'd been fucking her with. Rolling her onto her back once again, I then buried my face between her legs, easily locating that blood engorged clit, sucking it as though it were a prick, David's prick, hungrily, wildly with total and complete abandon.
If I thought I got juicy whenever I was aroused or horny, it was nothing in comparison to the way mom did. The sweet tasting nectar that poured from her cunt was thick, rich and creamy. Like a wild-woman, I went mad on her, devouring her, forcing my tongue as deeply inside of her as I could in search of even more of the God's succulent fruit sap that I could find there. And as I did, she came, and she came again, and again, and again. Exhausted, my face smeared with her essence, I rolled away finally, each of us trying to catch our respective breaths. Eyes closed, I think I drifted off, only to wake later, though how much time had since passed I couldn't have known.
Only the sense, the touch of her own mouth on my split alerted me to the fact of the present. I thought briefly in stopping her, what I had done, I had done freely, for her...for her need which had become mine. But I could not accept that she too might have the same desire as I had, nor that she was aware of the implications, the actions as I knew I had been. Even as these thoughts filled my head, so did the renewed arousal between my legs grow as she continued to lick, suckle, and kiss me there. The flame of desire burning away all thought of uncertainty, inhibition once again. The tickle of tongue to clit maddening, just as it had been for her. The mewled sounds of pleasure, approval. The grunt and spasmodic twist and turn of delight, acceptance. I felt my pussy begin to tingle with delight, the hotness of the act overwhelming, the intensity of pleasure erasing names and faces from memory momentarily.
Even the maddened climatic release had no rhyme or reason to it, though I would learn later I had called out his name over and over again as I came.
"David! David! David!"
After that we had both slept for a time, I remembered feeling her close, holding her. At some point towards morning, I was only half conscious of the fact that she'd slid out of bed, padding quietly down the hall back towards her own room. Once again, the silent passage of time until a new sound truly woke me. The sound of mom retching her guts out in the bathroom. I could only lay there, listening to her, knowing the pain and guilt she must be feeling at what we had allowed to happen, what we had done. And I knew then and there, it was time for me to leave before I destroyed this family entirely if I hadn't done so already.
It was in fact a very strained period of time. Mother and I never spoke nor discussed what had happened, though she had tried doing so once. I had adamantly told her I hadn't wished to talk about it, so we hadn't, never bringing up the subject again. When Jack asked me to marry him, I agreed almost immediately. Seeing a way out, a way to put all this behind me, and a way of allowing both mother as well as David to come together as family again with me no longer around.
David had in fact come back briefly a few months later, long enough to meet Jack, and long enough to be there for the wedding. David in fact walking me down the aisle. Shortly before the wedding, we had our last really deep discussion where I told him, informed him really, that I thought it best we not see or communicate with one another for a while. It would give us both a chance to put what had happened between us, behind us. And though my heart and desires said otherwise, it was because of that very fact that I knew it to be the right decision. And a decision David didn't argue with, nor object in having heard either.
Maybe it was a mistake to marry Jack, I certainly didn't love him, though I felt in time that perhaps I could. But I felt it a bigger one to stay there, to pretend to feel other than the way that I did. Especially with the added complication of what had transpired between mom and me. It was too much to have to deal with, accept. And I wasn't about to try and explain all of that to David either, bad enough to have done what I had done with him, let alone, his learning what I had then freely done with our own mother.
Time passed, just as it was passing now. I glanced at the clock hearing the sound of a car pulling into the drive, and knew that David had come home.
Kathryn -
The moment Sharon had left the room and gone back downstairs, I retrieved my hated crutches and quietly made my way over to the window, propping myself against the back of the easy chair. I stood gazing out the window towards the street. Below, cars passed by, children played and there was the sound of dogs barking in the distance. Though aware of these sounds and passings, none of it really registered. My thoughts had begun to drift elsewhere as I stood waiting for David to finally arrive home.
It seemed like a lifetime ago now. And for all intents and purposes, it was. So much had happened, changed, and forever would be changed. But it was my hope and desire that somehow, someway, the closeness we had once shared could be found again. But the reality was, with the intimacy that had happened between us, could that ever be possible? Had things gone so far that never again could we come to accept those moments and find a way to live with them?
That first night, horrible and as stressful as it had started out, turned into something that I could have never imagined, never thought myself capable of accepting, let alone actually becoming aroused, curious, and excited about. But I did.
Sharon and David had given me a couple of mild sleeping pills with the hopes I would finally get some rest and relax after the horrendous events of the evening. Having learned that my own husband and David's wife had been involved to the extent that they had been, had been a hard blow for all of us. Even Sharon had been affected with all this occurring on her birthday of all days.
I had tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, even with the help of the pills that merely made me a bit groggy, though sleep itself wouldn't come. It was then that I heard laughter coming from the living room, and again wondered if in fact I was asleep...dreaming. The sound of laughter itself seemingly so out of place after the events of the evening. But then I heard it again, a bit louder this time and recognized Sharon's giggle as well as David's deeper throated chuckle. Curious, I rolled out of bed, making my way quietly out of my room, down the short hallway towards the steps leading down into the living room. Reaching the landing, I took two steps, finally clearing the overhang and wall, which prevented me from seeing into the room itself. When I did, I stopped peering down and over towards them. What I saw at first surprised, and then shocked me. My initial reaction to barge down the remaining steps, furious at the obscene spectacle that now greeted my eyes, nearly doing so. But it was the simple action I now saw that cemented my feet keeping me from doing so. I had watched David nearly tear away Sharon's bra, his hands suddenly, and lovingly cupping one of her breasts. As though in slow motion, I watched as his lips pursed, the hard bud of her nipple, which I could clearly see even at this distance now surrounded by his sucking lips.
Seeing David as he sucked his sister's breast, her beautiful almost perfect orb that he now held, was one of the most erotic, beautiful and sensual things I had ever witnessed. What I saw now was not my son and daughter, but two people who were sharing something intimately sweet, borne out of ugliness perhaps, but nevertheless beautiful in its own way. And though the ramifications of such a coming together were obvious, that moment transcended all moral judgments, especially on my part.
Mesmerized, the next thing I became aware of was my hand fondling my breast through the thin wispy material of my nightgown. I felt the hardness of my nipple as I pinched it, as though pinching myself to wake. It had been weeks since I'd even masturbated, let alone anything else. The sex between John and I so infrequent, so unfulfilling that I no longer missed it. But I did miss the sensuality I had once known with him in the beginning. The same sensual scene now playing before me down inside the room as I stood there watching them as though in a theater. I even gasped, fearing for a moment of being heard as I watched Sharon leaning over, gathering David's hard stiff cock inside her mouth. I watched as she lovingly, even playfully sucked it, now jealous in mind as I did so. Wanting so very much to be doing the same thing myself, even to the point of sharing such a moment with her if I had too. The image of us both, licking up one side and down the other of David's beautiful hard cock, the taste of his aroused flesh, the sweetness of his pearly dew drops that we would squeeze from the head of his prick, playfully taking turns and passing back and forth to one another with tongues and fingers.
Fingers. Once again I found myself unaware until now. Though one hand continued to mold, fondle and caress my own breast, the other I now felt between my legs, the hem of my gown bunched up, the moisture of my sex dripping, fluid as my fingers slid easily in and out. I felt the tingle of anticipatory pleasure as I rolled the hard knob of my clitoris, the too long locked away need of pleasure and excitement suddenly flooding my mind like a dam breaking. I was forced to let go of my breast, knees shaking, light headed as I gripped the banister for support. My fingers even more busily now between my legs as I unabashedly stood there finger-fucking myself. Somehow I saw myself where Sharon was, saw myself as I was the one to lay back, legs bent at the knee, so wonderfully, and so obscenely spread just as hers now were as David crawled between them. I again gasped, this time uncaring if I was heard, the fantasy of my cunt being the one now licked, sucked and kissed all too consuming to care anymore.
"Yes David yes! Make me cum David, please...make me cum!"
Though it was Sharon's voice speaking, they were my own words. I closed my eyes, immediately felt the touch of my son's lips gathering the hard knot of my soul sucking it, the light yet firm tonguing of my clitoris sending a tidal wave of pure pleasure up and down my entire spine. The thrill of his fingers now penetrating, adding to the wonderfully naughty joy of his mouth as it worked my clit, pulling it almost fiercely now, savagely until the eruption of bliss would claim me, just as I heard it now claiming Sharon.
"Oh fuck baby, fuck! Yes David yes...I'm there! I'm there! Oh my God!" she screamed.
Her scream, her cry of release, was both a warning as well as a reminder to us both. I took a step back, and then another up the stairs, just as I saw David's head begin to swivel away from his sister's still throbbing glistening sex.
"What?" Sharon had asked still breathless.
"Nothing, I thought I heard or saw something," David had said.
I had stood motionless on the steps, holding my breath, just out of sight, though had either one of them moved much at all, or looked further in my direction, the likelihood of being discovered would have been unavoidable.
"Your turn," Sharon said instead. "I want to taste you again, completely," she added.
I had made my way back up to the landing, only then turning and taking one soft step at a time back to my room. As I entered, I knew the need for relief, swearing to myself upon realizing I had left my purse downstairs on the end table, right next to where the two of them now lay pleasuring one another. Inside, I had kept a small inconspicuous little vibrator, and though I hadn't used it often, I had found it needfully accessible for those few precious moments when the urge and desire had found me. As it had now. Turning, I stared at my dresser drawer. Inside remained the unopened, unused monstrosity that John had long ago brought home to me, something I had ardently refused to try much to John's dismay. I opened the bottom drawer where I had placed it, wondering even as I did why I hadn't thrown it out in the beginning. I could only wonder if some inner sense had kept me from doing so for this very reason, for this very moment in time as I withdrew the plastic package, tearing it open.
What I had once viewed as something too vulgar, too obscene to ever use, now became a substitute for David's prick. Though double ended, it was in a way like having two of David's cocks to hold, the width, though certainly not the length similar in appearance. Even the shapely head much like my sons, the spear point appearing like a tiny shaped heart, the ridge of the crown wickedly delicious as I allowed my fingers to tease it, thumbing the edge which I knew my pussy lips would soon delightfully be kissing, sucking as I fucked it in and out of myself.
I carried David's cock into the bathroom, closing the door, washing it, and then oiling it making it slippery, though I knew that was totally unnecessary, the feel of my own fluids already pooling, even running down the inside of my leg as I sat on the toilet seat, one leg resting on the edge of the nearby bath tub, the other braced over the clothes hamper as I pulled it closer towards me.
I placed the head of the long pink thick prick at the opening of my sex, felt the spear point of the phallus kiss the tip of my clitoris, then slide down in the slippery furrow of my split before seeking access to the recess of my now throbbing cunt. I pushed, felt the head slip inside, gathering more of the length hand over hand, and slowly pressing more of the monster inside me.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I heard myself moaning, once again uncaring if my own words of desire, need and lust could be over heard. But I knew they weren't. I knew that the ecstasy of expressions being felt, sounded, and expressed downstairs would overshadow anything I was doing up here.
I had pummeled my cunt into oblivion. I had always had wetter than normal orgasms, the juice of my cunt often soaking my panties to the point that I had even worn pads, especially during those times when dating, when I hoped, or rather expected there to be some form of stimulation, even if "back then" I had no intention of going all the way.
But it wasn't often even then, that I felt the sudden release, the near overwhelming sensations I now felt as my pussy exploded, the spray of my climax actually forcing itself around the prick that I held as fully inside myself as I could. I watched in abject fascination even as the force of my climax threatened to blind my eyes, I saw the voluminous clear liquid emerge from my cunt, only then yanking out the toy, feeling it even more forcefully now when doing so. The jettisons of my own female ejaculations hard enough, and long enough to actually hit, splashing against the closed bathroom door.
I imagined as they did, David's mouth attempting to capture my essence....and then eerily, Sharon's as well as they both did.
I had slept in the following morning, or rather in being truthful, staying in bed. Even going so far as to feign sleep when Sharon came in to check on me later on, softly closing the door as she left, leaving me to my thoughts of the night before. At first, once again angry, then confused, then ashamed, guilt ridden by all of it, and confused once again. But finally...aroused too. I retrieved David's cock as I now came to know it, once again introducing it into my slit, trying to recapture the moment I had experienced the evening before, doing so briefly, but not long enough to achieve the same level of satisfaction that I had.
I had finally emerged, looking disheveled, exhausted, which I was, but not for the reasons and concerns that were expressed as I finally joined my son and daughter at the table, sipping coffee in silence with them for a very long time.
The day passed, slowly. The awkwardness and reality of the events finally spoken about, discussed. Acceptance came from that, for each of us, though it hadn't made it any easier, but it had in a way drawn us somewhat closer together. And yet, I was still outside of the secret now shared, held and experienced again that very evening. Once again, two pills to put mom to bed with, two pills I took but didn't swallow even though their effects had been negligible. I had determined to keep myself alert and aware in the event more was to happen, which did.
Like a young child being sent to bed, looked in upon later, I again pretended sleep, hearing the soft closing of the door as both David and Sharon backed out.
"She's exhausted," David had said.
"With good reason, we all are," Sharon had spoken, "though admittedly...I'm,"
"Horny again?" David had chuckled softly, though the sound of their voices and conversation trailed off as they moved towards their bedrooms.
I knew even as I rolled out of bed, creeping towards my own bedroom door to stand there listening, that this time, unfortunately, though odd that I would think of it in this way, they had decided to go into David's bedroom, the furthest away from my own. I found disappointment in that, knowing there would be no way to see them, share with them again the excitement of the night before. Hearing no sounds, no noises, I again crept out into the dimly lit hallway. The single lamp at the far end of the hall near the landing the only source of light, but well enough to see by as I stared towards the closed door just beyond the shared bathroom between their two rooms.
I might not be able to see anything this time, but I could still listen. Like a cat stalking its prey, I cautiously approached David's door, my entire attention focused on whatever sound or noise could be heard as I did so, including the sound of my own soft feet padding across the carpet. In moments, I was standing outside his bedroom door, my head cocked towards it, the faint almost too faint sounds to be clearly heard reaching my ears. But I had come prepared, and felt ashamed that I had, yet excited in having done so.
I had to give John credit on the one hand. Though he was a lousy husband, and now considered by me to be a lousy father as well, he had been and most likely still was, a good practicing physician. As such, he had kept a number of items at home, one of which included a stethoscope, which he'd kept in the bedside nightstand. The fact that he sometimes insisted we incorporate it into our sex-life, was another matter entirely. The purposes of its use during those times, often seeming too bizarre for my own understanding. But I was happy now to be holding it as I placed it against the thin plywood door.
"I love the way you suck my tits," Sharon was saying. Her now audible pleasurable moan as David obviously did so filling my ears. "God that feels good, especially when you put them together like that, and suck them simultaneously," she'd added.
I had come prepared in another way as well, this time, naked. Standing outside my own son's bedroom door, entirely naked, my fingers already twiddling my twat as I pressed the stethoscope to the door, listening. I continued to play with myself, alternating between caressing and fondling my own breasts, my cunt, fingering or merely toying with it dependent upon what the two of them did, or were doing. I envisioned myself, laying there feeling, experiencing whatever it was that they did, especially when Sharon suggested another simple pleasure that I had actually never done, finding it less than rewarding, but now suddenly intriguing as the image of it filled my mind's eye.
"God that's nice!" David has said pleasurably. I knew from standing there, Sharon had made the suggestion of wrapping her full breasts around her brother's prick, slicking them up with the use of some baby-oil she had handy. I could hear the slick, decadent sucking and squishy playfulness of her breasts as she jacked her brother's prick, using her breasts to do so, occasionally capturing it with her mouth in order to suck, teasing the head. David's ongoing commentary filled in the gaps of my imagination as I tried to visualize how it looked, must have felt, and then saw myself doing the same to him in Sharon's place.
When they eventually began fucking, even that image was clearly burned into my mind. I could hear the slap of flesh upon flesh, Sharon kneeling on the bed, David positioned behind her in the all too familiar "doggy-style" a personal favorite of mine. I could see the sway of Sharon's breasts as David thrust his blood-engorged, hard as a rock prick inside her, in and out, in and out. My fingers keeping tempo with myself as I stood there listening to the sounds of their sexual fury, the liquid squishy erotic sounds of my daughter's cunt as she sucked, accepted, sucked and fucked back against her brother's impaling prick. Hearing their almost simultaneous orgasmic release, triggering my own as I stood there, the stethoscope only then dropping from my hand to tap lightly against the door as I came, joining them as my fingers dove as deeply as I could manage them inside, shuddering to completion.
"Shh!" David said suddenly.
"What?"
I didn't wait around to hear any more, half sprinting back to my own room, slipping inside, closing the door just as I heard the door to David's bedroom being opened.
For three nights in a row, I either watched, or listened to the two of them going at one another. Almost to the point of madness where I couldn't stand it anymore, and had decided on another course of action myself.
That particular evening had brought about a slight change, one that I was very thankful for as we had sat down together, eating the first decent prepared meal in days. We had sat down in the living room, relaxing, even laughing together as we consumed more of my soon to be ex-husband's vintage wine.
As expected, and somewhat hoped for, Sharon not being one to hold her liquor as well as most might or would, became tipsy far sooner than either David or I had, though even I had begun to feel the effects of the wine as we finished off the third bottle. And though feeling it, I exaggerated my own state, soon after excusing myself to bed. And also has hoped for and expected, I later heard the giggling sounds of laughter as David finally managed to coax, and help Sharon upstairs to her room, disappearing inside for a while, though emerging a short time after that. Once again, I pretended sleep, hearing my own door open, David peering in, and then walking off back to his own room.
There was really no way of knowing if they had done anything, though I could only assume from Sharon's slurred giggling speech they had not. And even though she may have been in the mood to do so, which it had sounded like she was, I felt Sharon was in no condition to do so, and had probably eventually passed out, which is when David had finally left her room.
My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour as I lay there in bed, the darkness of the night complete, save for the luminescent hands of the alarm clock on the side of the bed as they slowly ticked off the hours, minutes, and seconds. Now just after two a.m., I again slipped out of bed, taking a moment to stare outside my window at the blackness of the night. There was no moon, there would be no light coming into the window of David's room. What I now considered was pure foolishness on the one hand, but I had gone beyond the point of rational reasoning on the other.
Though Sharon and I shared certain features and attributes of course, the similarities ended there. But in the darkness, we could pass for one another, as long as I didn't speak of course. I was also wise enough to realize, that in all likelihood, the thought I would actually get away without David's knowing who I was to be ridicules. I wasn't that stupid to think or suggest otherwise. But what I did hope was that until that moment came, I would have had at least a shared moment, something I could at least keep with me even after my discovery whenever that occurred. Such were my thoughts at the time.
Again naked, I stepped out into the hallway, this time shutting off the single light illuminating the area. In seconds, I stood in complete and total darkness, allowing my eyes to adjust to whatever light remained, which wasn't much after standing there for several long minutes. Satisfied it was as good as it was going to get, I felt along the hallway, soon after locating the door to David's bedroom. I wasn't surprised to find it unlocked, quietly turning the knob stepping inside and then closing the door behind me. Nor was I surprised to find David's room nearly as dark as my own, the single window facing the side of the yard, even more away from the street lights than my own was. I could barely make out the shape of the bed, let alone see him laying in it, which I knew he was by the simple sound of his quiet breathing. With my heart once again up in my throat, I slid my feet across the floor as though scouting ahead for any unforeseen obstacles, my knees actually touching first, letting me know I'd arrived. I again stood, listening, focusing my eyes on what little light there may have been, quietly slipping into bed beside him now, only the sheet for covering as I lifted it, then slid into bed next to him.
