Incestory: Some therapies work better than others.. His family was already waiting for him on the porch of his parent’s old farmhouse when he turned off of rural route 2 and onto their long gravel driveway. They stood in a line, their arms around each other’s shoulders, and smiled and waved at his car in greeting.
He had to chuckle at their quaintness, he’d only been gone a year … they were acting like he’d just got back from a tour in ‘Nam.
Of course, he couldn’t really blame them for their enthusiasm … there wasn’t exactly a lot of excitement in Illinois these days – never had been.
Still, it was the first time he’d ever been gone for more than a day or two, and he really was kind of excited about being back on the farm again despite how much he’d tried to convince himself otherwise while he was away at school.
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His mother rushed to the car and pulled open the door before he’d even had a chance to cut off the engine.
She reached in and hugged him tightly around the shoulders, her curly soft brown hair tickling his face, her big soft tits pressed into his shoulder.
“Oh John!” she cried, “Welcome home!”
He unbuckled his seatbelt and wrapped an arm around her head to hug her back as best as he could manage in the confined space. He allowed himself a moment to revel in the feel of her soft body and the smell of her hair before pulling away.
“Hi Mom!” he laughed, “Uh, you’re kinda embarrassing me.”
“Good!” She leaned in again and kissed his lips tenderly.
John looked sideways through the windshield and watched his father and brother approach.
He reluctantly broke off the kiss and held her chin to prevent her from kissing him again.
“Dad’s coming,” he warned her.
She grabbed his shoulder and tugged on him to urge him out of the car.
“Look what I’ve found!” she announced, finally managing to pull him from the car. “He’s all grown up after going to college and he doesn’t want his mother to hug and kiss him anymore.”
Dad cocked an eyebrow and forced a smile.
Bobby and Jenna rushed to him and embraced him warmly.
Bobby was just ten but the farm work had made him strong. He’d gotten their Dad’s red hair, just like John had. Jenna was barely two years older than Bobby but she wasn’t exactly a weakling either – she was a carbon copy of their mother.
“Ow! Let me go you little shits!” he laughed and tussled their hair roughly.
“Language!” Mom admonished.
“Yeah, watch your language, Shithead!” Bobby teased.
Dad clamped a strong hand down on Bobby’s shoulder and he shut up immediately.
“Welcome home, John,” his father said flatly.
“Thanks, Dad. Good to be back.” His father looked tired, he was sure a lot of it had to do with the fact that Mark was still overseas, he was in college, and Dad had to do almost all of of the farmwork by himself now – at least until Bobby got older.
A movement from the house caught his eye. The blinds in Grace’s bedroom window swayed almost imperceptibly side to side … she’d been watching him and had disturbed them, giving herself away.
His mother followed his gaze up to his sister’s window and took his hand to get his attention.
“Why didn’t Grace come down?” he asked her.
“John,” his mother said the way she did when she wanted him to pay close attention to her. “She hasn’t been taking her pills … she doesn’t like them.”
“Damned nutcase, if you ask me,” Dad offered. “She’s an adult now … we shouldn’t have to watch out for her no how.”
“Yeah!” Bobby spat, “She’s been a pain in the ass since you left, Dude!”
Dad squeezed Bobby’s shoulder and he winced in pain – but he got the message.
“Wait ’til you see what I’ve done with your room since you’ve been gone,” his mother said in her suspenseful voice.
“She got you a waterbed!” Jenna blurted.
Bobby shoved her and huffed: “You weren’t supposed to tell him, Dork!”
“Dad!” Jenna cried.
“Enough!” Mom barked at the two of them and they stopped fighting but continued to fidget and nudge each other’s shoulders in an endless game of tit for tat.
His mother sighed and shook her head. “So much for the surprise.” She looked him in the eye and smiled. “I’m sure you’ll like it anyway.”
He felt his heart race for a moment and had to look away from her before he blushed.
“Come on, Honey!” she tugged him again, pulling him towards the house this time.
“See you at dinner?” he asked his father over his shoulder.
Dad just shrugged.
“Later then,” he offered.
“Reckon so.” He spit a wad of tobacco juice on the ground and looked towards the barn. “We gotta go clean the coop now, don’t we, Kiddos?”
“Awwww, Man!” Bobby and Jenna cried in unison.
“What’s wrong with everyone?” John asked his mother nervously as his father ambled away with Bobby and Jenna in tow.
“Don’t worry … it’s nothing to do with you. It’s a long story. Time enough for that after you get settled in, okay?”
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Grace started to come down the stairs just as John and his mother came through the front door. They stopped together at the bottom of the stairs and watched her.
Grace noticed them waiting and came to a sudden halt about halfway down.
She was dressed in a short denim skirt, platform sandals, and a tight thin strapped red top. John had never seen her dress this way before. She must have noticed his shock because her big brown eyes lit up and she gave him a little smile.
She looked different … very different.
The first thing he noticed about her was that her breasts were bigger. She’d gained some weight – it wasn’t bad on her but she definitely wasn’t the scrawny girl he remembered from just last year. Her hips were wider and her thighs were a bit thicker too.
He noted that her hair was recently washed and cut as well. She’d obviously started styling it and it fell in long brown curls around her shoulders to frame her round face and big brown eyes just so.
The impulse to run up to her and kiss her nearly overcame him. He shook his head to clear the thought and chastised himself bitterly for thinking ‘that way’ about his own little sister.
“Grace!” Mom cried, “Your brother’s home! The least you could do is say hi!”
“Hey John,” she said and smiled in her endearingly shy way.
“You got a hot date or something?” he asked teasingly.
She turned and fled back up the stairs.
His mother slapped his shoulder and shot him a warning look.
“Don’t be an ass!” she admonished. “She actually came out of her room to see you and you ruined it!”
“What?” He started up the stairs after his sister but his mother gripped his hand tightly and held him. “Why didn’t you tell me that she’s getting worse?”
“No!” she laughed insincerely, the way she would when she was entertaining her lady friends, “It’s not just that!”
“Then why is she freaked out already?”
“You know how young women are, don’t you? Didn’t you learn anything in that big city college?” She put her hands on her hips and smiled. “You’re supposed to compliment a lady – especially when she’s spent all day trying to look nice for you!”
“Sorry! She’s my sister! If I can’t tease her …”
She put her fingers to his lips to silence him.
“Go tell her how nice she looks,” she ordered, “and don’t try to tell me you didn’t notice.”
John felt his adrenaline kick up a notch at the realization that he’d just checked out his own sister and had been busted by his mother doing it … she was a woman now and he’d looked at her like she was some slut at a frat party.
“There’s something else,” she said conspiratorially, “Grace knows …”
She looked away and bit her lower lip the way she did whenever she was undecided about saying something.
“What?”
She looked back at him and took his hand again.
“Never mind … just promise me you’ll be nice to her, okay?”
“Why did she stop the meds?”
“She responds to you. Maybe you can talk to her?”
“Why me? I never thought she needed them in the first place. It’s all psychological anyway … she can get through it, just like people get over Hydrophobia or whatever.”
“She’s your sister,” Mom chuckled to herself, “If you can’t talk to her, who can?”
“Is that why you asked me to visit? To talk to Grace?”
She looked over her shoulder as if to make sure no one would overhear her.
“Not … entirely,” she admitted.
Bobby and Jenna burst through the front door just then and bolted past the stairs. They didn’t notice their mother and oldest brother only a few feet away in their rush to get to the living room.
“What’s the big hurry, Guys?” she called after them.
“That new show’s on!” Bobby answered. They could hear them wrestle the bean bag chairs into place in front of the TV set.
“What show?” Mom asked him but the blare of the TV drowned her out.
“What?” Bobby asked, shouting over a commercial.
“What show are you watching?” she hollered back.
“The Waltons!”
“Well,” she said to John, “I guess I better go see what all the fuss is about.”
“That show’s so square it’s actually kinda cool,” John laughed. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”
He looked longingly up the stairs.
“Go on then,” she pushed him, “Go visit your sister.”
He took a few indecisive steps and stopped, turning back to his mother.
“Maybe we should spend a little time together first?” he asked hopefully.
“Don’t worry, Dear,” his mother said with a wicked grin, “It’s been a year … another few hours won’t matter.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly and warmly, the way he’d wanted to kiss her a few minutes ago when she’d kissed him in the car … the way he’d kissed her when she’d come to him at night during his last few weeks at home before college – the way he’d kissed her when he’d make love to her.
“Mom?” Jenna called out from the living room, “Can we have some popcorn?”
She pulled away from him and smiled apologetically.
“Go on,” she said, “she’s waiting.”
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Grace’s door was unlocked. He’d known it would be.
She sat with her back to him at her little dressing table and watched him in the oval mirror.
“Grace, I’m sorry,” he said to her reflection, “You look … you look really good.”
He’d had more conversations with her reflection then he’d had with her face to face the last few years … it seemed to make her more comfortable that way.
She looked away and smiled sheepishly and brushed at the curls that fell over her shoulder.
“How good?” she asked.
John felt the frustration he always felt around her then. She was terribly shy, always had been, though it seemed to get much worse the older she got until it was to the point where she never seemed to leave her room at all anymore.
“You’re as pretty as Mom ever was – maybe even prettier.”
Mom had always been a beauty. She’d even been in a few local beauty pageants as a teen.
“Really?” she asked.
For him to tell Grace she was as pretty as her mother was a real compliment and she knew it.
“Yes.”
Grace looked at him steadily in the mirror.
“Do you want to put your thing in me like you did to Mom.”
John fell back against the door, his legs going wobbly beneath him.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I won’t tell Dad.”
John fled from her room, pulling the door shut behind him, holding the knob as if she would try to come out after him.
“Didn’t go so well, huh?” his father chuckled behind him. John spun to see Dad standing a few feet away down the hallway. “Damned nutcase.”
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She was under him crying and begging him to pull out of her. He didn’t care how she felt about it because he just wanted to fuck her, to hurt her, to cum in her little hot pussy.
She beat at his chest and pleaded for him to stop but that only made him pound into her harder. She could cry out all she wanted but no one was going to help her.
He pulled out of her when he was ready, determined to enjoy completing her humiliation by splattering her face with his semen.
Everything froze with a bright flash of light just then – like someone had taken a Polaroid and stopped the flow of time.
His little sister gaped up at him in horror, her mouth open wide, her hair locked in a halo around her head, her beautiful big tits in the process of spilling from her torn and tattered night gown.
He ejaculated then but the cum didn’t go where he expected it too … instead it coated the inside of his boxers and splattered over his own belly startling him awake.
Cold air washed over the sweat coating him as the waterbed rocked his body back and forth, sloshing him around, silently resonating the last few moments of his brutal wet dream out into the real world.
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He made his way to the utility sink behind the washer and dryer and splashed water on himself to clean away the evidence of his nocturnal emission.
He’d never dreamed of either of his sisters before … he’d cum a few times dreaming of his mother but the dreams were never violent.
He smiled to himself and tried to recall the best parts of the quickly fading memory of the dream – he realized that he’d actually really enjoyed it.
He vaguely hoped he’d have another one like it some day.
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“We have a modern bathroom, y’know?” his mother said to him from the landing of the stairs.
He spun and stuffed his cock back into his boxers.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, “you scared me!”
She wore a tight midriff baring t-shirt and a pair of extremely low-cut pink cotton short shorts with a tie string on the front. He let his eyes wander over her sexy legs and smiled in admiration.
“Sorry,” she said, “I can go if you want me to … if you’ve got better things to do.”
“Nothing better comes to mind,” he said.
“Well, then,” she said, “What are you waiting for?”
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He kissed her brow and eyes, she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly into his ear as he gripped the wooden sides of the waterbed and pumped his hips, the rhythm of his movements lifted and rolled her body beneath him as he slid in and out of her hot hairy pussy.
She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her up, crawled up to his knees on the mattress, and pressed her against the cinder-block wall with his body. She clung to his shoulders, crying out with each thrust as he slammed into her soft body as forcefully as he could.
“Fuck me!” she moaned.
The vibration of her voice against his throat triggered a shock in his nervous system that vibrated throughout his body until it gathered in his testicles and the need to ejaculate overcame his desire to hold out as long as he could.
He pulled out of her and stood on the waterbed, stumbling for a moment with it’s instability, but finally managed to shove his cock in her mouth before he came.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked it, keeping the tip between her lips as he ejaculated. She looked up at him and opened her mouth so he could see the arcs of his sperm splash and pool on her tongue as he grunted and spasmed.
“Oh … yeah!” he muttered, “so fucking good!”
The orgasm wound down and he fell forward into the wall, unable to hold himself steady any longer. His mother slid from beneath him and crawled off of the bed.
She looked around the room, cupping her hand under her chin to catch any semen that might spill out of her mouth, before finally turning to him and shooting him a distressed look.
“The trashcan’s next to the dresser,” he laughed.
She rushed across the room and spat the glob of cum into it.
“Damn!” she exclaimed, “That was too much to swallow.”
He laughed and dropped down onto the bed. It rocked him side to side and he had to grab the wooden sides for a moment to stabilize himself.
“The waterbed was a good idea,” he said, finally still enough to get a cigarette from the pack on the dresser and light it.
She found her panties and shorts bundled together on the floor and slid them back on before climbing back into the bed with him and straddling him.
“I knoooow!” she laughed and took the cigarette from him. “Light another one, will you?”
He lit another cigarette and found an empty pack to use as an ashtray on the floor beside the bed.
“By the way, you’re going to need to take it a little easier on me from now on.”
“Why?” he asked, suddenly concerned, “Did I hurt you? I couldn’t control myself … Shit, I’m sorry, Mom!”
“No!” she laughed and took his face in her hands to look into his eyes, “I’ve been around the … well, let’s just say I’m not a virgin, okay?”
“Then why do I have to take it easy on you?” he teased.
“I’m pregnant,” she handed him the cigarette as if mentioning it had reminded her that she shouldn’t have been smoking, “three months at least.”
“What?” he asked and sat up to stub it out. “You aren’t showing …” He looked down at her belly and now that she was sitting on him he could see the bulge that was his newest sibling in the womb – the bulge he’d been too wrapped up to notice.
“Holy shit! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just did,” she giggled nervously, “Would you have … would you have enjoyed having sex with me if you knew I was pregnant?”
“Of course!” he exclaimed, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Tell me how much you love me,” she insisted.
“I love you!” he announced, “More than anyone in the world.”
“I love you too, Dear,” she replied as she slid down his body. “I want to make sure you know how much.”
She watched his eyes and stroked him gently. He responded to her touches by hardening again in several small successive quick jumps.
“I’m going to do something for you.” She sat up and pulled the t-shirt up so that her luscious soft titties were free.
“Mom, I …”
“Shhuuuussssh” she silenced him. “Just relax, okay?”
She pushed her tits together and engulfed his penis with them. She slid them gently up and down his shaft and he moaned in pleasure in response.
“We’ve only got a few days together … so don’t spoil it.”
“Don’t worry about that!” he promised her.
She smiled that wicked smile at him and let a string of spit drip from her lips, between her tits, and over the head of his cock to lubricate him.
He laid back and stared at the ceiling as his mother worked his cock with her tits and thought about his sister for some reason he couldn’t remember.
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Grace was standing at the foot of his bed, her back to him, when he awoke.
John sat up and rubbed his eyes. She was dressed for church in a short grey mini, knee high socks, and a pair of fashionable brown platform oxfords.
“I had a dream about you,” she said.
He froze in shock for a moment and gaped at her.
“You weren’t very nice to me.” She looked at him over shoulder through her curly bangs. “Do you want to hurt me?”
“What?” he asked confused. “No! I don’t want to hurt you.”
She seemed unconvinced.
“It was just a dream!” He patted the bed next to him. “Come here.”
She hesitated for a moment but eventually turned slowly around and crawled onto the foot of the bed. She pulled her legs under her and sat cross-legged facing him.
He couldn’t help but look up her skirt at her thick thighs and her little white lacy panties. He could easily make out her pussy lips outlined by the cotton.
“It looked like you were hurting Mom,” she stated.
“What?” he stammered, tearing his eyes from between her legs to look into her eyes. “When?”
“Last night … when you put your thing in her mouth.”
John put his head in his hands and moaned. “Do you watch everything I do?”
“Did you like hurting her? ‘Cause it looked like you did.”
“I wasn’t hurting her, okay? She liked it too but she didn’t want it to look like she did.”
He watched her expression to try and gauge her reaction. She listened intently.
“Why would she want you to think you were hurting her.”
“Look,” he said, “People … you know … like grownups … they do things sometimes … to make each other feel better when they really, really love each other.”
“It’s just pretend?”
“Exactly! I would never hurt Mom.”
“Do you love me too?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “Of course!”
“Would you want me to do that too?”
“Honestly?” he asked her.
“Honestly,” she acknowledged.
“Yes, I would.”
She looked up at him with an innocent child’s grin. He leaned in and brushed the hair from her eyes. She held his gaze. She was sure he was being sincere. He was astounded she was actually holding eye contact with him.
“Will you teach me what to do?” she asked and abruptly put her forehead to his. He nearly pulled away from her in his surprise but caught himself, “I want to make you feel better too.”
“Grace! I’m your brother …”
Just then their Father started calling the children to the door for a headcount.
“Let’s go, Kids!” he hollered, his loud voice booming throughout the house. “We’ve been late all summer and the preacher’s gonna give me hell if we don’t stop comin’ in on him in the middle of the sermon!”
Grace looked up at John with a pleading look.
“Tell them I can’t go!” she cried, “I hate it! I want to stay here with you!”
She tried to climb up the bed but he stopped her by pushing her shoulder.
“I’ll put your thing in my mouth!”
“No!” he barked, causing her to flinch, “Do you really want to make me feel better?”
“Yes!” she cried in exasperation, “I thought you wanted me to …”
“Do what I tell you to do then, got it?”
“Yes,” she replied disappointedly and looked down so that her hair fell over her face.
“Now, I’m tellin’ you to go to fucking church!”
She nodded affirmation but hesitated to leave.
“Go!” he ordered, pointing at the door.
“Okaaaaay,” she whined as she climbed out of the bed.
She looked at him for a second and finally turned to leave but stopped suddenly.
“In my dream – you were hurting me,” she looked over her shoulder at him again and for a moment she looked exactly like their mother did, the same wicked little grin and all, “It made me pee myself.”
Before he could react she was gone, darting out of his room and up the stairs to leave him alone with his thoughts.
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John found a local bar to pass the day at and think about everything that had happened since he’d been home.
He picked up one of the local girls he remembered from high school at the bar and got a motel room. She was married but that didn’t bother him … so was his mother.
Unfortunately, he found that he couldn’t follow through … she wasn’t nearly as attractive as his own kin and he couldn’t make himself cum no matter how hard he tried or how long he fucked her.
He left her passed out in the motel room and went home hoping against reason that she wouldn’t remember anything when she woke up.
By the time he made it back everyone was already in bed. He didn’t blame them, the day starts early for a family on the farm.
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The pounding of his heart woke him up.
He gripped the sheets on either side of himself and looked towards the door. He’d always been a light sleeper and something had startled him awake. His basement bedroom had no windows and the darkness in his room was complete.
The inky blackness of the dark hid her but he knew she was there. He could smell her, the sweet floral fragrance she always wore mixed with the barely tangible hint of the musky scent of her arousal.
“Mom?” he asked the dark.
“Shhuuussshhhhhh” she warned and slipped into the waterbed beside him.
“I need to talk to you about something …”
She kissed him to silence him, pressed her body into him to force him back down on the bed, straddled him, and rubbed her moist pussy along his bare stomach as she probed at his tongue with hers.
“Do you want me?” she whispered in his ear.
“God, yes!” He stiffened and his cock pop the button of his boxers as it jumped to full mast.
“Good,” she giggled.
He felt her pull the long shirt off over her head and melt into him; her soft tits pressed into his chest, her soft belly against his flat hard stomach, her hot steamy pussy smearing his shaft as she lifted her hips and ran her snatch up and down his length.
“Oh, God,” John moaned, precum spurting from him in anticipation.
She lifted her hips until she was practically on her knees, the height needed to get above his long stiff penis.
“Tell me you love me,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he stated sincerely.
She lowered herself slowly onto his tip, pausing a moment to give herself time to expand enough to go deeper.
“Tell me you missed me,” she breathed into his ear.
“I really, really, really missed you.”
She sank another inch and paused again.
“Tell me how good I feel,” she moaned.
“You feel so fucking good!”
She sank all the way down. His shaft filled her completely and she tensed and whimpered as if it was uncomfortable for her.
The sound of her in pain made him hot and he thrust into her, eliciting a cry as he pulled her down on top of him.
Her pussy gushed and the juices dripped down his cock to collect at the base of his shaft and pubic hair.
He couldn’t hold back, he was too far gone in lust to resist anymore – he unloaded in her and she shuddered on top of him with each powerful spurt of the semen he injected into her.
“Tell me I’m pretty!” she pleaded as he spurted into her.
“You’re fucking beautiful!” he told her.
“Tell me I’m as pretty as Mom again!”
He gasped and choked, the adrenaline of his exertion and the ecstasy of ejaculating in a tight little pussy blended sickingly with the horrible realization that the woman who mounted him now was his little sister – not his mother!
“Oh, God!” he cried out in shock. “What the fuck!”
She slid off of him and fled, pulling the door shut behind her so hard it sounded as loud as a gunshot in the silent dark house.
He rolled quickly to his nightstand and clicked on the lamp but she was already gone.
He could hear the sound of her footsteps as she took the flight of stairs to the kitchen then the softer sound of her footsteps as she bounded back up to her bedroom.
If their parents weren’t awakened by all that ruckus, he would be very surprised.
The bright light of the lamp blinded him for a few moments but when he finally could see – he could see that the liquid he’d imagined was his mother’s ejaculate was in actuality his little sister’s blood. It coated his entire shaft and pooled around his nuts.
He wiped a sample up with his finger and smelled it. It wasn’t menstrual blood … it was blood from her torn vagina.
He’d just taken his little sister’s virginity.
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He made his way to the kitchen a little before noon. His hangover wasn’t too bad but it was enough to get his attention. The shower hadn’t helped with the hangover but it had helped wash away some of the guilt he felt.
Mom stood over the sink gazing out the window, apparently lost in thought.
She hadn’t bothered to dress yet; she was still wearing her robe over her nightdress. Her hair was up in a loose bun pinned up by two pencils.
John paused in the doorway to admire her. Even now, pregnant and disheveled, she was still incredibly beautiful to him.
She seemed to sense his presence and turned around. John noticed she had a hand in her robe massaging one of her breasts. The look on her face hinted that she was uncomfortable.
“Are you alright?” he asked her.
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it’s the milk,” she slid the robe down off of her shoulder to expose her tit. A small drop of colostrum ran down her breast. “I started early with Grace and Jenna … I really shouldn’t be lactating for another month or two at least but – there it is … it aches a little too.”
“Can I taste it?” he asked.
She looked over her shoulder out the window to keep tabs on her husband.
“Well,” she chuckled, “I don’t just go around pulling out my tits for no reason.”
John laughed and walked across the kitchen. “Where’s the kids?”
“Don’t worry,” she put her arm over his shoulder and guided him to her breast, “They’re out riding with the neighbors … and you know Grace’s not coming down anytime soon.”
“I’m sure it’s not much,” she said as John leaned down and took her hard swollen pink nipple in his mouth and suckled on it. Mom giggled and rubbed her thighs together as if it was making her wet. “Oh wow! You haven’t forgotten how to do it!”
He smiled up at her before returning his attention to sucking the sweet liquid from his mother’s breast.
She guided his right hand into her robe, down her swollen belly to the bush between her legs. “The only difference between when you were a baby and now is that you can give me a little pleasure in return.”
He took the cue and slipped his two middle fingers into her. She clamped his hand between her thighs as he fingered her and sucked hungrily on each of her tits.
She was panting and gasping for air after a few moments of his ministrations. A few moments more and she was shaking and quivering as his fingers found her most pleasurable spots and he was able to bring her to orgasm.
“Oh,” she gasped, “that’s so good!”
“I wanna fuck you,” he stated, letting go of her nipple to nibble gently on her neck. “I wanna fuck you right here … right now!”
She spun around, breaking his grasp on her, and looked out of the kitchen window. She could still see her husband on the tractor as he made his way towards the few acres of soybean near the back of the property.
“Okay, Baby.” She looked back over her shoulder at him, and hiked the robe up over her hips.
John admired the beautiful hairy pussy squeezed between his mother’s thick thighs for a moment before unzipping and freeing himself.
“Hurry up,” she said; “Your father’ll be wanting his lunch soon too,” she laughed.
He lined up the head of his cock with her hole and pushed her down over the sink so he could keep an eye out.
“John, stop playing around and …”
He slid into her and she froze in momentary surprise.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
She gushed liquid and moaned.
“Guess so!” he laughed.
He took his time, enjoying the sensation of each long stroke in her sloppy hairy hole. He teased and tormented her, alternately fucking her so hard he lifted her off the floor and slowly, tenderly, sliding his fat penis in and out of her as he nibbled on her ear and tugged on her swollen leaky nipples.
“Cum in me!” she begged.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m already pregnant,” she laughed.
He held out just until Dad was pulling the tractor back into the shed behind the barn before finally letting it go, filling her, splashing her womb with his seed.
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He watched the steaming water circle and disappear down the drain and tried to gather his thoughts. He used a handtowel to clear a spot in the fogged up mirror over the sink and looked at himself – he needed to shave.
A blast of cool air washed across his back and he turned quickly.
Grace slid into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
The long white nightshirt she wore just barely reached the top of her thighs. When she leaned back, he could just barely make out the dark pubic hair between her legs.
“Grace …”
“She doesn’t really love you,” Grace stated.
“What?”
“Mom,” she said, “She doesn’t love you as much as you think.”
He felt the urge to strike her but stayed his hand, he wanted to hear her out.
“Why would you say that?”
Grace looked down and let her hair fall over her face so he couldn’t see her expression.
“Look at me!” he ordered.
“The baby,” she looked up at him and pulled her bangs to one side so she could see him, “It’s Mark’s.”
He fell back against the sink and gaped at her. His mother’s baby was his brother’s?
“He came home after his training … right after you left … and she made him feel better too,” she looked back down at her bare feet again.
John couldn’t think of anything to say – he was trying to absorb what his sister was telling him.
“That’s why he went away in the first place …”
“That’s not true, Grace,” he said. “Mark was drafted.”
“He only told Mom that so she’d let him go!” She took a step towards him and reached out as if to touch him but stopped herself, “Mom only wanted you ’cause Mark wasn’t here anymore.”
John felt a rage build inside him. He breathed deeply and tried to resist the urge to lose his temper. The problem was that he wasn’t sure who he should be mad at just yet.
“He tried to make me do it too but I wouldn’t let him.” She smiled up at him, “I wouldn’t let him put his thing in me because … because I love you – not him.”
He shoved her away from the door and stumbled into the hallway. Grace followed after him.
“I love you!” she cried. “She doesn’t love you the way I do!”
“Get away from me, Grace!”
“Mom’s a slut!” Grace spat, “You’ll see!”
She turned and rushed to her room and slammed the door shut behind her.
He looked around guiltily, praying no one had heard her little outburst, and noticed his parent’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.
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His mother was sitting up on the bed her head in her hands, an open book on her lap.
“Is it true?” he asked her.
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks: “Now isn’t the time, John.”
“Is … it … true?” he asked again.
“Please!” she begged, “Your father will be up here any second!”
He crossed his arms and glared at her.
“I’ll tell you about it … about everything … later … I’ll come down to see you in a few hours … I’ll make everything okay.”
“You think fucking me fixes everything?”
She looked at him and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“She’s crazy, John,” she said.
“And you’re not?” he asked before stalking out of her room.
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He heard someone coming down the stairs.
He rolled out of his bed and opened the bedroom door.
She stopped and looked at him steadily, framed by the yellow rectangle of light from upstairs.
“Mom?” he asked although he knew exactly who it was.
She wore a sexy pink camisole, panties, and high heels combination, the kind of thing he’d only ever seen on women in X-rated movies.
The sheer pink panties matched the top; her bright pink nipples and the dark of her thick pubic hair were visible through the thin material of the garments. The heels made her tall.
He’d had some time to think about everything and he’d realized that he had no right to be mad at her.
He felt lust for this beautiful woman wash away the vestiges of the hurt he’d felt at her betrayel. She was his mother, he loved her, and after all – she was willing to give him some pussy.
“John, I wanted to tell you …”
“I’m sorry!” he interrupted her. “You don’t have to explain.”
She looked at him as if surprised that he was so willing to forgive her so easily.
“I know about Mark now and I’m alright with it.” He looked down for a moment to try to gather his thoughts, “I was surprised when I heard and I got mad but I know that you are as much his mother as you are mine and … there isn’t any reason you can’t … love both of us.”
“Of course!” she cried, “I love all of you!”
“I mean … he could die over there!” he said emphatically. “I understand!”
She put her hands over her mouth and sniffed back a tear.
“Let’s pretend it never happened, okay?”
She nodded and put on a smoldering sexy look – shifting effortlessly from mother to seductress.
“You were always such a good boy,” she said, “I think you deserve a reward.”
He pulled open the door for her and waved her into his room.
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“Do you like it?” she asked in a sultry voice, holding her arms out and modeling the camisole for him. “I got it in Chicago before I had you … and it still fits! Isn’t that wonderful?”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be so wonderful without you in it,” he offered.
“Well,” she brushed her hair back over her shoulder with a finger then proceeded to run the finger down her neck and over her beautiful generous cleavage, “It is a little tight in some places but thats okay,” she continued the caress along the line of her navel until she reached the dark patch between her legs, “because I never seem to be able to keep it on for very long anyway.”
“Uhhhhhhhhh,” was the best he could manage as all of the blood drained from his brain and engorged his penis.
She brazenly looked at his stiff cock as it twitched in his boxers and stiffened along his leg.
“Is that for me?”
“Uhhhhhhhhhh.”
“No?” She asked and put her hands on her wide hips making her tits swell in the tight top. “Your brother would’ve had me down on my knees by now if he was here.”
“Bitch!” He laughed.
She cocked her head and glared at him.
“It’s not going to go down by itself,” he told her.
“Ha!” she laughed, “I knew you’d come ’round sooner or later!”
“What would you like me to do about it?” she purred.
He put one hand on the back of her head, twisting his fingers in her long soft curly hair, and pushed her down so that she was forced to drop down in front of him.
Her legs spread wide on either side of his and she rested her ass on her heals so that her cleavage strained the limits of the camisole and she was eye to eye with his pecker.
He pointed it at her lips so that she had to lean back precariously to avoid being hit in the face with it.
“I see!” she laughed.
She stuck out her tongue and ran the tip of it from the base of his balls to the base of his dickhead, then down the top of his shaft to his pelvis, her hair tickling his thighs.
He pushed her back and shoved his cock into her mouth.
She fumbled for a moment to find her balance on the heels again but managed to keep his penis from popping out of her mouth by grabbing onto his thighs for balance.
She looked up at him and swallowed him down as far as he would go.
“Oh GAWD!” he cried out in pleasure.
She spit him out and gasped for breath.
He placed both hands on the top of her head and pushed his cock back into her mouth and back down her throat again by thrusting his hips up and pulling her head to him at the same time.
She choked and sputtered, slapped at him, and vainly tried to pull away. The sound of her gagging sent him over the edge and without warning; he was filling her mouth with semen, quivering and jerking with the intensity of the release.
It poured down her chin and dripped between her tits to finally end up running down the inside of her thighs. The amount was massive … more cum than he imagined any balls could ever contain.
She stopped trying to pull away but he held her until he was finished before he let go of her hair.
She looked up at him with her wicked grin and wiped at the cum covering her mouth with the back of her hands.
“Is that how you treat your mother?”
“Yes,” he laughed, “as a matter of fact!”
He grabbed her by the arm and tossed her effortlessly onto the waterbed.
She laughed and tried to scamper away from him but he grabbed her thick legs and pulled her back so that only her torso was still on the bed and her knees were on the floor.
He jerked the panties down and shoved himself into her without mercy or compassion.
She cried out and pounded her fists on the bed but he ignored her, burying himself over and over again in her luscious sopping wet pussy so hard that her ass rippled with the thrusts and she spat out a string of obscenities at him in her pain.
The waterbed picked up their movement and amplified it, pushing her back into him so hard that he sank completely into her with each forceful thrust of his hips.
“Oh Gawd!” she moaned, “I’m there … yes … yes … yes … Oooooooh!”
He slowed his pace and relaxed his chest down onto her back, burying himself in her to let the waterbed do the work of finishing her off.
“John!” she cried, “I’m cumming!”
“Quiet!” he admonished.
She began to quiver and claw the sheets, pulling them to her, chewing on them in her ecstasy as his cock drew out her pleasure and she orgasmed.
The sensation of the tight clamping of her pussy muscles on his shaft as she climaxed sent him over the edge again as well.
“Shiiiit!” he tried to warn her but couldn’t get the words out before he orgasmed.
He did manage to pull out just in time, jerking his spurting cock over her furiously so hard that it splattered over her back and into her long thick hair.
When he finished this time, he rolled off of her, flopped over onto the bed and grabbed his pack of cigarettes off of the nightstand. He fished out a smoke and lit it with shaky hands, the adrenaline and exertion making him unsteady.
She crawled up onto the bed beside him and nuzzled her way under his sweaty arm.
“Making up is always the best part of fighting, isn’t it?” she asked him.
“Let’s stick with the making up part, okay?” he puffed the cigarette and handed it to her, “and dressing up a little for me now and then can’t hurt either.”
“Okay,” she giggled and laid her head on his chest.
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“Well,” Mom said as Grace slipped into the seat across from Bobby and John at the dinner table, “look who’s decided to join us for dinner for once!”
Grace shot her a smart-ass smile then looked adoringly at John.
“I wanted to see John before he leaves me again,” she replied.
“I see,” Mom said quietly before distractedly turning her attention back to the over-boiling pot of corn on the cob on the woodstove behind her.
Bobby and Jenna giggled and elbowed each other as if they were sharing a private joke at Grace’s expense. Amazingly, she ignored them and sipped her water, steadily holding John’s gaze the way she had in his room the other morning.
Dad looked at her quizzically then looked quickly over at John as if a thought had struck him.
John could almost feel the walls closing in on him; a symptom of a severe bout of sudden paranoia he hoped was only from the weed he’d just smoked.
Dad cleared his throat and stood up abruptly. John felt his heart leap in his chest; his mother spun and nearly dropped the platter of steaming corn in her surprise.
Grace put her head in her hand and rested her elbow on the table, smiling at him adoringly.
“John,” he said evenly, “what are the odds you could take Grace with you when you go back to Chicago?”
“Wha … what?” he stammered, breaking his sister’s hold on him to look over at his father.
Dad looked over at Mom who stood next to him with an expression of surprise and consternation written all over her face.
“Why not?” he asked his wife, “She hasn’t been this outgoing since he left …” he waved his arm in John’s direction, “She’s better around him – anyone can see that … maybe there’s a chance that getting away from the farm for a few months will bring her ’round?”
“We can’t afford a place for her to stay in Chicago …” she started to protest.
“No need,” Grace interrupted rather rudely, “I can stay with John!”
John looked at his parents then back at his little sister then back at his parents again. The thoughts that went through his mind jumbled and he didn’t know what to say or do.
“How’s that gonna work …?” Mom started to protest but John came to the sudden realization that he wanted his sister with him, that her being with him was probably best for everyone – mainly himself.
“Alright!” John announced loudly.
Everyone turned and looked at him. He had their attention whether he wanted it or not.
“I can get a grant or something … I can work part time somewhere … maybe Grace could even get a job somewhere too – when she gets better.”
Mom looked at her son with a pleading look that transformed suddenly into a big fake smile when her husband turned to her again.
“You see?” he asked her. “He’s alright with it and Lord knows we could use a break!”
“Okay, Dear,” she said insincerely through clenched teeth. “We can let them try for a little while … I suppose.”
“Great!” Grace cried out.
John stared at his plate and wondered absently what he’d just gotten himself into.
“I wanna go to with John too!” Jenna cried.
“Shut up, Dork!” Bobby snapped at her.
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He knew she was behind him. He could sense her presence, he could smell her fragerence fill the room.
“John?”
He looked over his shoulder at her and dropped the last of his socks into his suitcase.
She smiled shyly, eyes wide in an expression of anticipation, and leaned nonchalantly against the doorjamb.
She was in a tiny low cut, mid-thigh blue pinafore dress over a tight white blouse that accented the size of her breasts, her hair was done up in a loose bun that allowed a few long loose curls to fall across her eyes. She wore blush and lipstick, her eyes were darkened with mascara.
“Wow!” he said, “You look great!” He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“Yeah,” she giggled, apparently getting the response she wanted, “I got a hot date.”
“Oh really?” he asked jealously.
She seemed an almost entirely different person today. He chuckled to himself at the thought that maybe all his little sister ever needed all this time was to get her cherry popped.
“A hot date, huh? With who?”
She rushed at him and threw herself on him so that they both crashed down hard onto the waterbed.
She smothered his face with hungry kisses, ran her fingers through his hair so hard he thought she’d rip it out, ground herself against him in her lust. She wasn’t wearing panties and he could feel the heat of her bare pussy through the material of his denim jeans.
She pushed him away and flopped onto her back onto the waterbed so hard that it set the whole thing in motion.
He tried desperately to roll on top of her but the waves held him in place on one side of the bed no matter how hard he struggled.
Grace grabbed his outstretched hands and laughed in joy, she laughed in a way he hadn’t heard since they were both very young, and he found himself laughing with her as they struggled to overcome the laws of physics so they could get at each other to break the laws of Society.
“Help!” she laughed, “Help me, John! I’m floating away!”
“Don’t move!” he ordered.
“Okay!” she giggled and froze her face in a bug-eyed, tongue-lolling expression that only made him laugh harder.
“And no funny faces,” he told her.
“You’re such a square!” she observed.
They stared into each other’s eyes, smiling, waiting patiently for the waves to subside.
Finally, he was able to roll on top of her, put himself between her thighs, rest his chest on her big soft titties, and kiss her lovingly.
She wiggled her hands between them and worked his jeans open as they kissed. He lifted his hips and let her pull him free.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked her, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I liked it,” she said, guiding him to her tiny pink hole. “I liked having your … thing in me.”
She lifted her hips and he slid the tip slowly into her with quite a bit of effort, her cunt barely stretching enough to accommodate his girth.
“It really hurt but I really, really liked it …”, she finally managed to get him inserted, ” … alot.”
He moaned as he melted into her tight velvet heat.
“What did you like?” he asked her.
“Your thing …” she gasped and tensed at the feeling of him stretching her.
“My cock?”
“Your thing!”
She knew he wanted her to say it but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Say it!” he barked.
She cringed and tightened up reflexively but he ignored the reflex and pumped his hips against her resistance.
“Ooooooh,” she cooed as he began to slide inside her.
“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned her in a low menacing voice.
“Don’t stop … please, don’t stop.”
“Say it then,” he pulled out so that he hovered just over her glistening hole.
She thrust her hips at him to take him back in but he pulled away each time, staying just out of her reach.
“Your Cock! Okay?” she finally cried out in frustration.
“See?” he asked, pushing slowly back inside her, it was easier this time but he still elicited a grunt from her when he hit bottom. “Was that so bad?”
“Nooooo,” she moaned and dug into his back.
“Say it again then.”
He started rolling his hips, just fast enough to bounce her ass but not enough to make the bed start to rock again.
“Your cock!”
He thrust faster and harder, building her up.
“Tell me … how much … you liked it,” he grunted as he pounded into her.
“I liked … having … your cock in me,” she moaned into his ear, “I love … your cock!”
He came then, pulling it out just in time to shoot the ribbons of cum across her little hairy cunt, smearing it between her swollen puffy lips, careful not to get any inside her.
“It’s so hot!” she squealed.
Before she could react he scooped his fingers in it and shoved the cum he’d gathered on his fingertips between her lips.
“Now all you have to do is learn to like the taste.”
She pulled away but instinct overtook her surprise and she couldn’t help but lick her lips and taste it anyway.
She made a face but didn’t spit or try to wipe it away.
“That’s not so bad!” she laughed. She dipped a finger into it, dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue a few times, and tasted his cum again.
“It’s like a salty egg-white … but kinda creamy.”
John smiled and rolled off of her.
“I think it’s time,” he told her.
“For what?” she asked coyly.
“To suck cock.”
“Gawd!” she giggled and tried to roll away but he pulled her back, rolling her over onto her back by her shoulder, “You make it sound so gross!”
“You wanna get a man and keep him? You gotta learn how to suck it … and swallow.”
“Is that why you still love Mom so much?” she asked, “Even after I told you about Mark?”
“Yes,” he said as he straddled her and aimed his throbbing penis at her lips. “Do you want me to love you as much as I love mom?”
She nodded enthusiastically and stretched her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate the fat spongy head.
“First lesson then,” he lowered his hips, pressed it into her hot little mouth, and reached back to slide a finger into her tight little hole, “is learning how to overcome the gag reflex.”
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Grace and John’s family gathered around the car as John finished filling the trunk.
Grace hugged and kissed the little ones and their Mom goodbye. When it came time for Dad to say his goodbyes to her he held her for just a moment and kissed the top of her head.
It was the nicest he’d seen him be to her in a long time but John could see the relief in his father’s eyes too … he was glad to be rid of her.
He caught his Mother’s teary eyes and she smiled quickly at him when she realized she had his attention.
He broke the eye contact reluctantly … afraid of what he might say or do in front of his father if he didn’t.
Grace ran to him and nestled under his arm.
“You’ll take care of each other?” their mother asked them. “Fitzgeralds stick together, right?”
They both nodded.
“And you’ll come home for Christmas?”
They both nodded.
“And Thanksgiving …?”
“Gawd!” Dad bawled, “Let them get down the road already!”
“Every holiday and every chance we get, okay?”
“C’mon,” Dad said to Bobby and Jenna, “We gotta go clean the coop.”
“Bye!” the kids hollered and waved one last time before they took off after their father.
Grace ran around the car and got in on the passenger side.
Mom stepped close to him and discretely handed him the bottle of Grace’s pills. He nodded and slipped them into his pocket.
“Halloween is always good too,” she said quietly and shot him her wicked smile, “you know how much I like to dress up!”
Grace leaned over and beeped the horn: “C’mon, John! Let’s go!” she whined.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” he promised her.
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