Bri _3

Our cozy little love nest has been working well for us. There really hasn't been any harsh words or animosity between any of us and at risk of sounding sappy, there has been such harmony in our house that it was sickening.

Most outsiders saw us as a happy go lucky couple who had a younger sister that tagged along. What they neglected to see was that sweet little Bri loved being, Kendra and Ryan Brown's personal incestuous sex doll and for most men from the age of eighteen to eighty would see what I had as a blessing.

In my world I was a millionaire, I was wealthy beyond my wildest dreams with beautiful women. My cup runneth over with pussy and tits. The world was my oyster, so what could go wrong? Well let me enlighten you as to what could go wrong. Imagine your perfect wife coming home one day and telling you that she would no longer be renewing her prescription for birth control. Simple enough, that event changed our lives.

Kendra made the revelation as casually as could be well chewing on a piece of meatloaf. It seems that the night before, she had a dream and investigated its meaning. Apparently, the writer of life altering, "Book of Dreams" told her in big bold "Times Roman" print that her biological clock was ticking.

I am no expert on having children, but I would have never dreamt, no pun intended, that being in your early to mid-twenties is considered as "running out of time" to bear the fruits of the loin. There was no argument to be had, Ken and I had talked about having children from the first day we married. I didn't have a problem with it, it was just a timing issue.

Oh yeah, there may be one other "little" problem that Kendra overlooked before she blurted out her intentions, her "little" sister. Our bizarre love triangle works, but it balances on a razors edge. The reason that we have had such success with it is that we are all equals. No one got the biggest piece of the pie. We share and share alike. Bri kept track, both mentally and in a notebook. Bri has always wanted everything that her older sister has and has never been afraid to say as much. So, I will tell you right goddamn now, if Kendra gets pregnant, Bri won't be too far behind.

All the not so subtle nuances of conniving girls filled my house. For the next few weeks, rooms that were filled with laughter and giggles would stop cold and become as quiet as a confessional when I entered. I knew their plan and it wasn't a secret. Hell, Kendra had told me what she wanted. What bothered me was how much it was going to change our way of life.

Sex with the two beautiful sisters became less and less regular. Our weekends of wild lovemaking became a thing of the past. Kendra was always tired in the evening and Bri made excuses during the day, but both kept me within sight so that I couldn't have any alone time. My testosterone levels were at an all-time high.

The fateful night snuck up on me like a lioness on a wounded gazelle. On one particular Friday, Kendra came home early and opened a bottle of wine for her and I. Bri appeared out of nowhere with an overnight bag in her hand and said she was off to Katie's, to binge watch The Walking Dead, and just like that, I was alone with my wife. My odds of getting laid had just dropped by 50%.

Supper was great, the conversation was good, and Kendra was beautiful, so overall it wasn't a bad night.

"Hey lover. I'm getting in the tub. Feel like joining me?" I had never refused this request in the past and wasn't about to start this evening.

"Oh yes I do. Let me grab another bottle of wine and I'll meet you up there."

Everything was perfect. I knew it. How could it not be? Soft music was barely audible over the running water. The tub was lined with dim white candles. Kendra had a freshly sugared vagina and silky-smooth legs. She had the best towels we owned out on a chair by the oversized jacuzzi tub and hidden away, almost out of sight was Ken's Basel body thermometer. She was ovulating and ready. My wife, like everything else she does, had planned this out to perfection and had eliminated most of the luck factor. In her mind, tonight would be the night that we conceive our first child.

Kendra sat between my legs and leaned back into me, causing her long blonde mane to entwine with the brown hairs on my chest. We took turns washing each other with her finest soaps and facecloths. My soapy hands cupped Ken's generous breasts and stroked her rock-hard nipples. It was all that it took. Kendra was ready to go. She wanted to get to the main event as fast as possible, but she was being cautious, trying not to let me in on her little secret.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread, I stared at the beauty of her vagina. Her hard, protruding clit and her thick, meaty labia were beckoning me to come forward and devour them.

I sucked and licked at Kendra's gash like a starving man. She was enjoying my work, but she could have done without the preliminary fights, her heart was in the main bout, the title fight. When I stuck a finger in, Kendra tilted her head back and whispered, "that's it baby, make me cum."

My hard cock was pointed down into the tub water like the keel of a boat. I sped up the movement of my finger, sucked her clit between my lips, flicked it with my tongue and sent her rocketing off into space.

When Ken eased back into the water, she kept her head tilted back and said, "holy shit that felt good."

Wrapped in luxurious towels, we headed to our bed. Like the tub, it was also ready to go. The pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets had been turned down and spritzed with lavender and eucalyptus, while the night table lights had been covered with reddish silk scarfs to set the mood.

On her back, with legs gloriously spread open, my sexy wife beckoned me forward with her curled forefinger.

Tracing kisses up the length of her toned body from toe to neck, I found my final resting place, her full red lips. Kendra used her skilled hand to guide my shaft to her desired destination. With a firm steady push, it found its way home. Kendra's fleshy wetness surrounded me and pulled me deeper into its safe haven.

Unlike many of our recent Friday nights in this bed where we had had wild sex, tonight was completely different and we both knew it. Tonight, we were husband and wife, making love. With slow deep meaningful thrusts, I plunged into the depth of Kendra's pussy and it felt fantastic.

Her long fingers raked and pulled at my hair as I continued pumping in and out. Kendra knew me, she knew the exact moment that I would come. She could sense it. She had prepared for this event. Her arms across my back, fingers twirled into my hair, the calves of her legs pulling me deeper, her lips mashed hard onto to mine, she locked eyes with me and held me tight as I filled her with a huge load of my fertile seed.

"Ryan, I love you so much."

"I love you too baby." Before I could say much more, Ken had pushed me off and used my pillow to prop up her ass. There was no longer any pretense to what the game plan was.

"Do you think you need that?"

"Probably not, but I'm taking any chances." She smiled when she noticed that I wasn't upset with her actions.

"I'm going to stay like this for 30 minutes, so if you get me what I hope is my last glass of wine for the next year, I'll suck your dick and we can do this all over again. What d'ya say?"

"Well let me think about it for a few minutes."

"Jerk. Can you hand me that throw, it's a little chilly in here." She looked absolutely stunning laying naked with her legs and butt in the air.

"Wow. I just came in you 3 minutes ago and already you're going to be the bossy pregnant wife?"

"Quit it." I threw Ken her favorite cuddle blanket and topped up her wine. True to her word, she did suck me to hardness, and we did have sex again that night and Saturday was spent doing the same. Kendra had us on a timetable of sex, sex and more sex. We would only stop to shower and clean up or to eat. When I came for the last time that evening, I'm sure that I was shooting sawdust.

The Sunday morning sun woke me, so I snuck out of bed. Not wanting to risk waking Kendra, because another day like the last two may forever ruin my already raw penis.

A fresh pot of coffee brewing, a bagel in the toaster and sports news on the T.V. It was a great Sunday morning.

It was shortly after 11:00am when Bri showed up at home, and I could tell that she was dragging her ass. She was walking slumped over, wearing sunglasses, a hoodie and an old pair of checkered sleep pants.

"Rough night little buddy?"

"Holy fuck, you have no idea. Katie drinks white wine out of a box and I'm sure we killed two of them. My head is pounding like a steel drum." She threw her bag on the floor and moved toward me. Removing her glasses and hoodie, and sat down in my lap, sideways on the chair. I could smell pussy on her face when she kissed me.

"So, daddy, am I going to be an aunt? Did you knock up my sister this weekend?"

I grinned at Bri and responded with, "Maybe. What about you, am I going to be an uncle? Did you practice safe sex, or did you and Katie knock each other up?"

"Nope. No chance of that. Can't get preggers from spit and fingers." With that Bri crammed her tongue into my mouth as if to prove that she wasn't joking about having had oral. "We should invite Katie over some weekend, she tastes great."

"Yeah, well I'm not so sure that your sister would want to share both of us with a stranger." Bri lifted herself up off the chair and said, "True. I'm going to shower, join me?"

"Raincheck. I don't even want water touching my dick. Your sister damn near killed me yesterday."

"Your loss." And she was gone.

Kendra didn't get out of bed until some time after 1:00pm and Bri slept until she smelled supper cooking. We eat together and Kendra quizzed her younger sister about her weekend spent at "Sexy Katie's" house.

When darkness fell Bri and Ken walked hand in hand towards the stairs. "Hey big guy, you coming?"

"Sorry ladies, no come left."

The next two weeks were as normal as they could be in our twisted little world. Kendra called from work on Friday and said that she was craving Thai food, so I shouldn't make anything for supper. Shortly after five, she arrived toting bags of takeout and a 6 pack of my favorite Thai beer.

Bri rushed the table like a starving 10-year-old and poured herself a cold beer. Kendra got a glass of ice water to help mask the heat of our spicy meal. I poured the first of two beers and handed the frosty glass to Kendra, "No thanks."

"It'll do a better job cooling you down then that water will."

"Mines not spicy. I ordered the mild version." I looked at my wife's face for clues, but it wasn't necessary. Tears of joy ran down her face when she said, "And I won't be drinking any alcohol for a while."

Our kiss was tender and soft, and I cried along with my beautiful wife. We would be having an addition to our perfect family. I looked over at Bri to include her in our joyous moment and noticed that she was also crying, but because of the sadness in her eyes, I had my suspicions if it was for the same reason as us.

A whirlwind of emotion and planning became our new norm. Kendra was drafting up plans and ideas for the new nursery and kept me on my toes with tasks for upgrading our home to make it child proof. It didn't seem to phase her at all when I pointed out that none of this was needed for eight months or more.

Kendra couldn't see what was happening, but I noticed from the start that Bri kept her distance and gave zero input, even when asked a direct question. It was as if she was feeling like the odd man out once again.

I would never ask anyone to curb their enthusiasm, especially my wife, but it would have been nice if Kendra toned it down just a little. Her constant talk about pregnancy and children was making Bri very uncomfortable.

My initial intention was getting Bri out of the house and take her mind off her surroundings, but after thinking about it, it was also very self-serving. Bri and I had not had sex in over two weeks, and I was missing her hard, little body. So that Monday I invited her out for lunch.

We spent the afternoon not far from the ocean. Talking about only her and the current events with her job and life, the youthful glow to which I had become accustom, returned. Bri and I strolled, holding hands in one of the many parks in our area. Throwing caution into the wind, we kissed in public, like hungry teens.

"Thanks Ryan. This was a fun afternoon."

"It's not over. Let's spend the rest of the day getting reacquainted. Wink, wink." I did my best over the top wink to make her laugh.

"I really want to, but like this stud that I love, once said to me, "Raincheck". There was a sad smile on her face when she said it. It hurt me to see her in pain, but I didn't know what to do.

I held my young sister-in-law in my arms and kissed her passionately, "I love you and I'm here whenever you need me."

"Oh, I know. I can feel your "whenever you need me", poking me in the belly." Holy shit, it had been so long that just holding her made me as hard as a rock.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it." I released my hold and Bri walked toward her office seductively swaying her hips.

"Really? You keep that shit up and you won't be able to stop me." Bri turned, grinned and blew me a kiss before closing her door.

Tuesday and Wednesday passed by like waves washing up on to a beach. They came and went without anyone even noticing that they had been. Thursday on the other hand crashed to shore like a Tsunami.

Kendra couldn't find her favorite coat and blamed everyone in the house of hiding it on her, including the dog. She would later admit to having left it at work. Then she claimed that nothing fit her because she was fat. At less than seven weeks pregnant, you couldn't even see a bump, but there was no reasoning with her, and it was best not to try. After "fatty" finally found something that "fit", her and Bri got into an argument over where the last chocolate muffin had disappeared to. It was heated enough that I stayed out of the way and wiped my face clean, to hide any traces of crumbs from having ate it.

When the door slammed behind her, I was alone in silence. Hot tea in hand, I settled down at my desk to get some much-needed work done.

Fully engaged in my work, I didn't notice a body standing in my doorway. Bri looked stunning. Her long brown hair was swept seductively over her right shoulder and she was leaning against the door frame wearing a set of purple lingerie that I had never had the pleasure of seeing. The ensemble was frilly, lacey and sexy as hell. The wry smile on her face told me that she knew that I was putty in her hands.

"Can Ryan come out and play?"

I was up in a flash. Bri rushed toward me and jumped into my arms, wrapping her thin legs around my waist. "Baby, I've missed you sooooo much."

"Yeah, I bet you say that to all your girls."

"Oh, I do, but I only mean it when I say it to you."

"Take me to my room and ruin me for all other men."

"I thought I already did that." Bri laughed and kiss me so hard that it hurt.

Carrying my lover down the hall, I swore that I could smell and feel the heat of her passion. We unceremoniously flopped down on Bri's bed like two teenagers in heat. Our hands ravaged each other, feeling, groping and probing. The lacy material felt like the softest thing to my fingers. When I slipped my hand inside the bottoms, I found the wet treasure chest that I had been searching for. With a "Oooooooh." Bri parted her legs to give me full access. My fingers parted the wetness and eased into her tight tunnel of love. My finger action was working wonders for Bri, but I wanted, no, needed more. I couldn't wait to taste her again.

Kissing my way down her body, I pulled down the lacy bra and suckled at her dark hardened nipples. Bri cooed and held my head in her hands, but I was on a mission. My lips released their grip and moved further south. "Noooooo, come back." Bri said it but there wasn't any conviction in her voice. She knew where I was headed, and it was exactly what she wanted.

My tongue made wet lines around her bellybutton as I paused momentarily for a layover. When my chin touched the lacy material of her panties, I thought that I'd cum in my pants. I was so turned on that I was ready to explode. My teeth tugged gently at the purple garment, but I didn't want to remove it. I wanted to chew and taste her through it. I licked and sucked at the lace and Bri's wetness. I tried to push my tongue through the tiny holes in the fabric.

"Oh, my fucking god Ryan, you're killing me." Bri was so excited that she pushed her hand between my face and her crotch, pulled her panties to the side and exposed her open vagina to me. I snaked my pointed tongue into her as far as I could.

Bri's juices flowed freely. They were cascading over my tongue and down my chin. I could have stayed there forever savoring the flavor. If given my choice, Bri would have had to have my mouth surgically removed from her vagina.

My tongue lapping at her and the constant contact of my thumb on her clit, along with a finger probing her asshole sent Bri over the edge. When my lover came, she straightened out as stiff as a board and pulled my face into her so hard that she nearly broke my neck.

Crawling up over her, Bri smiled and kissed me. "Man, I love when you do that to me."

"The pleasure is all mine, me lady." My best, horrible fake British accent made Bri chuckle.

Pushing forward, my penis slowly eased into Bri. Inch by inch it moved until we were joined as one. It was a perfect fit. It was like it was meant to be. I know that it had only been a few weeks, but it felt like an eternity and it was so good to be home.

Like long lost lovers, Bri raised her hips to meet every one of my thrusts. I could feel her tight grip as the walls of her love nest caressed my shaft. There was something about today that I couldn't put my finger on. Everything about today was perfect. We made love with so much passion, that it felt alive.

We both watched as my hard cock pummeled her frothy little pussy. Her tight grip and my build up, was taking me closer to a finish.

"You feel so good, I never want it to end."

"It's okay baby. Cum whenever you need to." And she hugged me into her so that our bodies mashed together.

With lips locked together, we rode the sexual rollercoaster. I climbed to the last peak with a long series of thrusts, and the final drop was right in front of me. It had been so long, that I couldn't wait any longer to fill my lover.

When my first rope of fertile spunk flew out of me like a blazing bullet, Bri looked into my eyes and said, "Do it Ryan. Put a baby in me."

I emptied my load into her waiting cervix. There was no turning back. I was fully vested in this merger. I pushed my tongue into Bri's mouth and kept pumping. I had been played. My lover had put me off and waited until she was ready. At the right moment during ovulating she played me like a musician plays an instrument.

The three of us had talked about this, and what might happen if Bri became pregnant. We agreed that we would cross that bridge if we ever came to it. Everyone knows that accidents happen, but this was no accident. It was planned out perfectly. It was premeditated, but I knew that it was coming. From the very first day that Kendra said she wanted a child I knew that it would only be a matter of time before her little sister was knocked up as well. We were now standing in front of the very bridge that we had spoken about.byFrankenstein1962©

My softening penis plopped out of Bri and just like her sister did before her, she placed a pillow under her ass to keep as much cum as possible in her.

"I'm going to grab a shower. I'll let you rest for a half hour then I'll be back. We have time to do it a couple more times just to be sure." It may not have come across as the most loving thing that I'd ever said, but nevertheless, Bri was happy.

A month later, Bri pregnancy came as a surprise to absolutely no one. Unlike Ken's pregnancy, there would be no fanfare from the family, and no one would to be the wiser until Bri started to show.

The announcement about Kendra was made public when she hit the three-month mark. A rare visit from Big Bill and Helen was marked on the calendar. As usual it would be 48 hours of pure hell.

When the fateful Friday arrived, Big Bill's arrival was called out by the dog barking, even my mutt disliked this prick. Kendra and Bri rushed the door to see their parents. It had been many months and they were happy to reconnect.

Bill pushed past his youngest daughter without so much as a glance and wrapped Kendra into his arms. "Princess. How's daddy's girl?". Helen followed, stopping just briefly to give Bri a compulsory hug. "Brittney, you look well."

The girls father looked in my direction, tossed me the keys to his oversized SUV and told me that, "The bags are in the back. Bring 'em in and make sure that you lock it back up."

After everyone was settled in, I got a round of drinks. Some fizzy water for the girls, a triple pour of bourbon for me, Big Bill a Bud Light, his beer of choice and for Helen a gin and tonic, with a lemon and lime twist. When I handed her the drink she leaned in for a hug and kissed me just a little to close to my lips to make me comfortable. When I turned to walked away, she patted my ass.

With drinks in hand, Bill prepared to make a toast, "What, you girls not drinking?"

Helen interjected, "Honey you know that you shouldn't drink when you're pregnant,"

"I don't believe that shit. A few don't hurt nobody. What about you Brattney. Not drinkin either?" It wasn't the first time I'd heard Bill call her that, but it was the first time that I wanted to punch him in the face for doing so.

"Bill cut that out. Just go ahead and make your toast." Helen tried to be a peacemaker.

Big Bill put on his best shit eating grin and started. "Well, here's to my Princess. You know that I love you more than life itself. Your mother and I worried when you married a man that was a pencil pusher and not someone with a real job. We started to get concerned after the first year when you weren't knocked up that Ryan didn't have enough lead in his pencil to get the job done, and we'd never have grandkids, but here we are. The little son of a bitch finally got the job done. Who'd a thought it. So, without any further ado. Cheers Kendra, we love you very much and we hope that you give us a big strapping grandson." Bri looked in my direction and could hardly keep from laughing out loud. I smiled at her and shook my head.

"Thank you very much daddy for the lovely toast, but I did have a little help getting this way."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just try to keep that thought outta my mind." That was it, Bri let out a laugh that sounded like a "blah" and doubled over holding her stomach. Big Bill turned his head and glared in his youngest daughter's direction.

After dinner everyone sat around the living room, but the conversation was between Helen, Bill and Kendra. Bri and I sat waiting for her parents to throw us a conversation bone. As the minutes passed, boredom set in and Bri started making funny faces and sticking her tongue out at me. When she raised her eyebrows and pushed her tongue into her cheek simulating giving me a blowjob, I did a spit take and shot bourbon all over the front of my jeans.

"Did we say something to amuse you Pencil Boy?" Kendra shook her head as if begging me not to say anything.

"I'm not sure Big Bill. Do you mean just now or are we counting everything that you've said this evening?" That was it for Bri, she let out a "muwah" and slid out of her chair onto the floor, laughing and holding her sides.

"You find that funny Brattney?" Kendra hung her head. She knew what was coming

"Look Bill, enough with the name calling. You're I guest in your daughter's home and I expect you to act like it, understood?" I couldn't hold my tongue any longer.

"I think you mean your home, don't you?"

"I mean daughters, as in both of your children. If you weren't such a...never mind. If you asked Brittney how and what she was doing, you'd know that she passed a college course and has earned a degree and has a good paying job as a process engineer. Also, her name is on the deed to this house. She owns a third of it and the bills that go along with it. So, when I say your daughter's home, I mean both."

Big Bill and Helen snapped their necks in Kendra's direction and Bri took that opportunity to silently mouth, "I love you" to me.

"It's true. Every word." Kendra reassured them.

Helen rushed over to her youngest and hugged her, "Oh. Honey we're so proud of you. Right Bill?"

"Oh yeah, so proud." What a fucking prick this guy was, and the more he drank the stupider he got.

I took the opportunity to escape. "I'm going to take the dog for walk. It'll give the four of you a chance to catch up." As I stood to leave, Bri leap up and said, "I'll come with." Kendra shot us both a look that was meant to kill. She didn't want to be stuck here with her parents.

As we made our way toward the park, Bri grabbed my arm, "Quick thinking bae."

"Oh yeah, quick thinking alright. Now your sister wants to kill both of us for bailing on her."

"She'll want to kill us even more when she finds out that you fucked me in the park." Pulling me along as she trotted toward the swings, we giggled like teenagers.

It wasn't sexy or glamorous, but it was effective. Under the shroud of darkness, Bri pulled down her yoga pants, put the swing around her chest and under her arms for support, bent over and spread her legs like it was some sort of erotic yoga pose. I leaned in and gave her a few licks for good measure and to help lube up her hole, but it wasn't needed. The slick juice oozing from her pussy coated my tongue, assuring me that she was more than ready to go. I rubbed my steel rod back and forth giving it just enough lubrication to make penetration easier. Bri let out a grunt when I buried myself deep into her warm center.

The cool wind tickled at my balls as they slapped Bri with each forward thrust. Bri's hand flew across her clit like someone strumming a guitar.

Holding her slender hips as I pushed myself back into her depths, I said, "I want you to sit on your dad's lap with your pussy full of my cum." The thought of this revenge must have excited Bri, because she rammed herself back onto my shaft.

"I'm going to kiss him and my mother after a swallow your load." The perverse thought of that had me near a finish.

"Your call, but let me know soon, cause I'm real close." I didn't have to wait very long. Bri pulled herself off my cock. Spun and dropped to her knees. I was in her mouth in a flash. With my hands full of her long silky hair, I came a gallon. Bri choked slightly but swallowed everything. Just for good measure, she used the head of my cock to rub her lips as if putting on lipstick.

On the walk home, I burst out laughing at least twice. "What?"

"Don't do it. If you do, I'll fucking piss myself." Bri just looked at me and smiled mischievously.

Doing a quick quality check to inspect how presentable we were I took the opportunity to ask Bri a question that had been burning in me. "So, what's with you and your father. It looks like you guys actually hate each other."

"It's a real long story, but someday I'll tell you." Agreeing that we were good enough to pass the parental inspection, we entered the house. Not even near the living room, I could feel Kendra shooting me the death darts.

Big Bill didn't even acknowledge his youngest daughter when she grabbed his head, kissed him directly on the lips and said goodnight. Helen at least said, "Sleep well baby. We'll see you in the morning. Daddy's takin us all to Applebee's for breakfast."

"Oh, isn't that thrilling. I'll put on a party dress. Night Ken. Ryan, thanks for the walk." With a grin and a smile, she was gone. It took everything that I had not to scream as I watched my father-in-law lick his lips. If it ever slipped out that he had indirectly gottin my cum on his lips, I'm sure that I'd have an up close and personal meeting with the business end of his service revolver.

Helen washed down 4 more gin and tonics, proclaiming that they were the best that she'd ever had. I felt like enlightening her to the fact that her buying gin in bulk from the bottom shelf of the liquor store, might just be the difference. Big Bill crushed can after can of Bud Light and was slurring his speech when Kendra had finally had enough and called it a night.

"Sounds like a plan Princess. Helen, I'm gonna drain the pony and head to bed. If you have any luck, I'll let you take it for a ride." Kendra stuck her finger in her mouth, making the puking gesture and Helen gave the wifely, "Bill."

I watched as the three of them headed upstairs. I poured a short shot for myself and proceeded to clean up the mess. With the dishwasher full and all of Bill's empties put away, only the garbage was left to be taken out.

Bent over at the sink, tying the bag, I felt the gentle caress of one of my girls. Her soft hand rubbed my back then followed the edge of my belt and jeans to my stomach. From there the offending hand went up and squeezed at my abs. It pulled me back as she pressed her tits into my back. Given the feeling and size, I knew it wasn't Kendra.

"Careful baby, you keep that up and I'll start fucking you right here on the countertop."

Before the words finished coming out of my mouth, I knew that I'd made a mistake, because I could smell the gin. "Oh, I'd like that a lot." Helen was standing behind me with her chin near my neck, wearing only a semi-transparent nightie. She pushed me back against the counter that she hoping to get fucked on and moved in for a goodnight kiss. The funny thing that popped into my mind was that if she only knew the amount of times that I'd fucked both of her daughters on this very same countertop.

My mother-in-law wouldn't take no for an answer. She pressed her lips to mine and tried to rape me with her tongue. The smell of her overpowering perfume and gin was less than appealing to my senses. With lips pressed tightly together, I tried to break free, but Helen was undaunted.

"Come on, give momma a little kiss before bed." I swear that I could feel heat coming from her vagina as she straddled my leg for leverage.

"Not a good idea Helen. Bill could come down here any second." I wanted it to sound like a threat but I'm sure that with all the gin she had consumed, it was somehow lost in translation.

"Fuck him, he'll have to wait his turn."

Don't get me wrong, Helen is an attractive woman. She is always very well kept, even if she tends to follow fashion trends that are, shall we say, dated. She has a great body for a woman that is rapidly approaching fifty. There are more curves and some extra weight that her daughters don't carry, but considering the fact that she has had children, she is very well put together and one can easily see where Bri and Kendra get their beauty from.

Without making a scene or risking an injury, escape wasn't an option. I used my left hand to pull on Helen's hair and arch her head skyward. With my right hand, I cupped a handful of her soft round ass. Moving my face down, I locked my lips on to her neck and sucked the skin into my mouth. Helen let out an "Oh my" and ground her snatch onto my jeans.

I moved my hand up Helen's ass bringing the cheap nylon material along with it. When it found her naked tit, I squeezed and thumbed her nipple and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Helen was uncommonly quiet and only moved her lips and tongue in unison with mine.

"Rye, you coming up?" Kendra's voice broke the silence. Her mother leaned back against the cabinetry with the back of her hand up to her lips and said "Oh my" for the second time in the past few seconds.

When I returned from the garage without the garbage, Helen was no where to be seen. Maybe my luck had changed.

Ken was already in bed when I got out of my shower. She had a strange look on her face and put her finger to her lips as if to request quiet. In the background, the unmistakable sounds of her parents fucking in the room next door could be heard.

I smiled and jumped into bed. I tried to put my hand near Kendra's pussy, but got a, "Don't even. That is so gross with what's going on over there." I laughed and turned off my night table light.

In total darkness Kendra reminded me of something that I'd said earlier in the evening. "Hey babe, did I misunderstand you tonight, or did we just give my little sister a third of our house? If so, you gotta cool it with that knight in shining armor act or we'll all be homeless in no time."

Applebee's wasn't our norm, but It was a nice change. The restaurant was buzzing with the usual Saturday morning business. Our round table was off in the corner away from the throng of overzealous breakfast goers. I luckily had Bri and Kendra on either side of me. Helen and Bill were still in their quiet morning phase and were relieved to hear that they could order Bloody Mary's for breakfast.

The morning was going along quit well until Bri broke the ice, "Hey Ma, is that a hickey on your neck?" Both Kendra and Bill twisted so fast that I could hear their necks snapping.

"Oh no, I think that I touched it with my curling iron." Helen waited until no one was looking and shot me an evil look.

"You sure? Kendra says that you and dad got a little funky last night and that looks like a hickey to me." Bill blushed like an eighteen-year-old and Kendra put her arm behind my chair, reached over and pinched her baby sister.

When Beth, our server returned to our table with her tray full of food, she saved us all from an uncomfortable situation. "Is there anything that I can get for you folks?"

Big Bill was quick on the trigger, "Yeah, bring us all a round of Bloody Mary's." Helen waited until Beth had left the table and reminded her husband that Kendra wasn't drinking any alcohol. "I don't give two shit's I'll drink the fuckin thing."

I hadn't planned on having one either, let alone two. When mine was gone Bri did a stealthy slight of hand and exchanged her glass with mine.

With a brief stop at Walmart so that Big Bill could pickup a couple of thirty packs of Bud Light, we were home. The day went as good as could be expected. I kept space between me and the mother-in-law, while Bill put on his usual show. He taught us all how to properly prepare and BBQ a steak. He is a self-proclaimed BBQ Master.

Sunday morning couldn't come fast enough. Goodbyes were passed around along with handshakes and hugs. My turn came around and Helen ran her fingers across her neck as if stroking her hickey and said, "Thanks you everything."

When the big SUV turned the corner and disappeared out of sight my girls let out screams of relief and ran back into the house.

"Holy shit, do you believe those two? They get worse and worse every fucking visit."

"At least you didn't have to listen to them screwing."

I couldn't resist throwing in my two cents, "Well at least we didn't have to listen for very long." Both girls hooted with laughter.

For the first time in two months our trio spent the night together in the master bedroom. The sex was soft, sweet and loving. Fully satisfied, Bri curled up to her older sister and rubbed her baby bump. "Ken."

"Yeah."

"Thanks for giving me a share of your house."

When Kendra said, "Fuck you Brattney", everyone erupted in laughter.

The months passed by and the girl's baby bumps became more and more obvious. There would be no hiding the fact Bri was pregnant if and when her parents came to visit.

Fall season is our favorite time of the year. The farmers markets explode with their bounties. Crops are harvested and sold to all the locals. Every weekend there was an abundance of pies, fruit and pumpkins purchased. Bri and Ken often wore matching sweaters and scarfs to ward off the cool weather. We always caused a stir with the locals. Everyone knew that Kendra and I were a couple, but no one could figure out how Bri ended up pregnant. I became known as the guy with the two hot, knocked-up girls.

With drinking off the table and sex with my pregnant goddesses, slowing down, the girls took to walking in the park and our dog couldn't have been happier. We spent more time than ever together.

It was after a walk just like this when our world stopped rotating. Walking down the street and into the house, no had noticed the big SUV parked on the street out front. Helen and Bill sat at our kitchen table and they didn't look very happy.

"Wow, mom, dad, how did you guys get in here?"

"Do you think I need a fuckin key to get in this goddamn house?" Bill was not a happy man.

"So, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" Kendra was being pleasant, but the irritation in her voice was dripping like venom.

"Well let me tell you. Seems that old Bob Larson was up this way on the weekend. There was a country fair, or some shit and he was selling pecans or some fucking thing, when he notices my daughters. Tells me that he saw Brittney, and she's pregnant. I tell ole Bob that he's mistaken, it's Kendra. No. He saw her too. She was with her husband and she's also pregnant. I keep telling Bob that he's wrong until he whips out his phone and shows me a picture. Sure enough, it's both of you. Knocked up, out for a stroll at the market, wearing the same fucking sweaters that you're wearing right fucking now."

"Now honey, calm down." Helen tried to touch his arm, but he pulled it away.

"Don't you tell me to calm down. I want to know right fucking now, how did this happen? Who's the goddamn father and where the hell is he?"

Bri dropped her head telling her father, "You don't know him."

"I don't know him? Do you fucking know him or did it happen because you're out slutting around again?"

"Dad." Kendra screamed at her father, but he wasn't stopping.

"Tell me. I want to know. You think it's funny that you keep bringing shame to our family? You think it's okay for you to act like a slut, that we won't get hurt by it?"

"Stop." Cried Kendra.

"I will not fuckin stop. Tell me right goddamn now, who's the father Brittney or don't you know. You probably don't even care that your child will grow up a little bastard."

"Stopppppp." Kendra had tears streaming down her face, but Bri just stood with her head down looking at the floor.

"Who's the father you little slut?" Bill was so pissed that spittle was flying everywhere as he ranted.

"I am." I yelledit out over asshole Bill's bellowing voice and neither of my girls said a thing. An eerie silence hung over the room, as Bill's shot his gaze from person to person.

When it finally sunk in Bill screamed, "What? Wait one goddamn minute."

"No. You fuckin wait. You break into my home like some criminal and you think that it's okay? I wish we lived in Texas, so that I could have shot your dumb ass. Then you start screaming like an idiot. Brittney's old enough to make her own decisions, so don't come in here acting all high and mighty. I know you'll find this hard to believe, but you sound like an asshole. You have a beautiful daughter that's smart, and healthy and all you're concerned about is how you'll look if someone finds out she has had a child and isn't married? What century do you think this is? You live in a different state, nobody will even know, and frankly, nobody gives a fuck how you look, so don't worry about how her child will grow up. It will be loved and cared for just like Kendra's and mine. Bri knows who the father is and he loves her very much, so if you ever raise your voice in my house again or use words "slut" or "little bastard", I swear to god, I'll kick your ass to the curb and you and that stupid fucking SUV of yours can disappear forever, understood?"The silence was deafening. Bill was trying to process all the information. He looked at his wife and daughters for answers, but they weren't giving any away. In a much calmer voice Bill asked for the last time, "So, just tell me. I need to know. Who's the father?" It was the old comedy, "Who's on first, routine." , but no one was laughing.

"Why? Why do you need to know so bad?" Bri had spoken for the first time since we entered the house.

"So, I can kill the motherfucker, that's why." There was an anger in his eyes that told me he wasn't joking.

Tears streamed down Bri's face as she raised her head, looked into her father's face and asked, "Why are you so mad daddy? Is it because I wouldn't let you be the father?"

You could have heard the proverbial pin drop. Big Bill stood in front of us as white as a ghost. Three questioning faces stared at him blankly, while Bri sobbed into Kendra's chest.

Bill lowered his head, grabbed Helen by the arm and exited the house without another word. The sound of the big SUV racing up our street trailed off into the distance.

The tension was so thick that it was weighing us down. Kendra tried to console her little sister, but to no avail. Bri had a tale to tell, but neither of us risked asking the question. Our home was very quiet for a few days.

A casual evening of listening to Bob Seger, reading and drinking marshmallow hot chocolates gave Bri the courage needed to tell us her story. It had happened one evening shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Bri had gone out with friends to a high school dance and like most teenagers, smoked some weed and shared a bottle of cheap wine. When she arrived home, Bill accused his youngest daughter of being a pothead, a drunk and a tramp. Brittney tried to tell her father that she was only having a little fun and that she'd only smoked weed twice and it the was the first time ever that she had wine. As far as sex, she told her father that she was still a virgin. Of course, he didn't believe her and told her that she was a no-good, dirty, little slut. Bri pushed all the right buttons, telling her father that if he didn't believe her, he should check for himself and in his drunken state, that is exactly what he did. Consensual at first, the checking turned into more than Bri wanted, but in his drunken condition, Bill wasn't about to stop.

By the time it was over, Bri had lost her virginity to her father and she was pregnant. It was just the beginning of her downward spiral. A month later she stole money to have an abortion and turned to partying as a lifestyle. Bill never admitted to any of it, nor did he accept any responsibility and Helen was none the wiser. All of this continued until the day we picked her up in Denver.

Bri's story put a dark shroud of sadness over our once happy home. Kendra threatened to kill both her parents for the damage that they'd caused, but Bri took the high road, claiming that she provoked him and at times even enjoyed what her father was doing to her. Even if that were the case, living with a secret like that can darken one's soul. That evening in bed, we put Bri in the middle and smothered her with love.

Charlotte Emma Brown was born shortly after 2:00am in the morning and the whole hospital knew that she had arrived. The sounds of her bellowing cries filled the empty hallways. All the while, Kendra was surrounded by the ones she loved, me and Bri.

Once Kendra got home, she was in pain and her rather pregnant sister wasn't much assistances to her, so I did everything that I could. After a month we had a pretty good routine going, but Bri had to go and fuck it all up by deciding to have her baby early.

Ryan Emmet Brown was born right around noon, 36 days after his sister. Unlike Charlotte, his entry into the world was quiet and unassuming. Considering his early arrival, he was in great health and a good weight, so his hospital stay was short and sweet.

Our one-time love nest was now a full-blown family dwelling. Ryan and Charlotte shared a neutral colored nursery, while Kendra had insisted that Bri move upstairs to the guest room so that she could be nearby. One big happy family.

Things were a shit show to say the least. Crying kids, post-partum women, and me trying to work from home. Everything was a mess. Our evenings were no longer the fun, happy, sex romps of the past, now we were excited to get through a movie without falling asleep or having a crying baby interrupt us. Welcome to the real world.

Friday night was going to be movie night, like it or not. Even though we had only eaten 90 minutes earlier, I made a big bowl of popcorn and started the movie at 7:00pm. There should be no reason not to make it until the end.

Having a child teaches you small little things that work for you and those that don't. We quickly found that the thing that wakes a sleeping child faster than anything else in our world, is a barking dog and our dog only barks for one reason, the doorbell.

The cold blast of wintery air outside outlined Helen breath while she stood outside shivering in the cold. She stood silently with her luggage by her side and frozen tears in eyes. With hat in hand, Helen had come to spend time with her daughters and grandchildren. The girls were happy to see their mother, but no mention was made of Bill. Helen helped sooth the crying babies and get them back to sleep. Helen very much looked the part of proud grandmother and she was a true natural. When Helen inquired as to what we had named her grandchildren, she visibly winched when Bri told her Ryan, but she didn't say a word.

With both my children and both my girls safely in bed, I was alone with Helen for the first time in months. "Helen, can I get you and gin and tonic?"

"Thanks, but no. I'd love a tea if you have any." I put the water on to boil, showed Helen an assortment of teas and told her to make herself at home.

"You know, I just thought that you were just being chivalrous." Helen was looking at me for answers.

"Pardon me?"

"Chivalrous, gallant, a gentleman."

I interrupted, "Oh, I know what it means, Why, do you say that."

"Well, when Bill was being Bill, you jumped to Brittney's defense and said that you were the father. I thought that you were just being chivalrous. But now with Ryan junior laying upstairs by his sister, I know that you were serious." The look on my face must have spoke volumes. "I'm not judging. I just wonder how it happened." I tilted my head sideways and grinned. "I know "HOW" it happened. I mean why did happen."

"You know, it's getting late. Too late to get into a conversation like this. Let's leave it to your lovely daughters to answer those questions. Maybe they can shed some light on the situation for you, but don't count on anything because I'm still trying to figure it out myself." I was able to escape this time, but sooner or later, Helen would know the truth about our "special" relationship.

My frustrations must have shown on my face. My once fun Saturday morning shopping list, consisting of fun foods and booze, had now turned into that of a true family man. I had my cart almost full of diapers, baby wipes, formula and feminine hygiene products before I even considered getting anything to eat. Life had gone full circle for me.

I suppose that I was probably just feeling sorry for myself and I'd be the world's biggest dick if I brought it up, but the lack of attention and the lack of sex was getting to me. In the past three years, I couldn't remember going 5 days without, now I was going on just short of 50.

The three hens were deep in conversation when I returned with my arms full of supplies, from a number of various stores. Looking at the red eyes and used tissues, I knew there were no more untold secrets. My safest bet would be to give them some space.

It was the first time that I remembered sleeping through the night in a long time and I actually slept in until 8:00am. Apparently, the kid's grandmother took the baby monitors and spent the night "on duty".

Helen was sitting by herself at the kitchen counter. She had been, or perhaps still was, crying. Her eyes were red, and tissues cluttered the area in which she sat. I couldn't help but feel some sort of compassion for her as I placed my hand on her shoulder. "You okay Helen?"

She didn't speak immediately, instead she stood and hugged me with her head in my chest. After a few moments, a quiet "thank-you" slipped from her mouth.

I honestly didn't know what she was talking about, so I asked, "for what?"

"For being there for my girls. I know that you love them both dearly, and I can see with my own eyes how much they love you. I don't understand what is going on, but I do appreciate it."

The next week passed us by without even the hint of a problem. Our little, eat, shit, sleep machines were getting so much attention that concerns were raised about them being spoiled. In the end, duties were shared, and Helen's girls received the precious gift of some much-needed rest.

Helen fell into a routine around the house, she became one of the girls, one of the family, and it had a positive effect on the household, and everything that she was doing was greatly appreciated.

Feeling more than a little amorous on a cold, snowy, winter night, I snuggled into bed with Ken. I wrapped her up tight in my arms and ravaged her face with kisses. She giggled at all of the attention, but gave me a stern, "No" when I cupped one of her huge lactating breasts.

"Ah, come on baby, you're killin me here."

"I know Ryan, but my episiotomy hasn't healed completely, and Dr. Bond said we should wait until she has given me the green light."

"It's a fucking conspiracy and you know it. And what's this "we" shit? If you had a guy for a doctor, he would have given you the go ahead, a long time ago." I was halfheartedly joking, but deep inside I was serious.

"Go down to our office, lock the door, grab some lotion, a box of tissues and put on your favorite porn site. Do what you do when I'm at work."

"I was okay doing that, because I knew you'd be coming home and we'd...well you know, but if I do it now, that's all I got." The was no possible way that I wasn't coming across as a whiny baby to my wife. As a last resort I asked, "what about a short blowie? It won't take me long to cum, I promise."

My loving wife smiled and rolled onto her side and switched off the light. My beautiful, sexy wife, had quit literally, turned her back to my problem.

The next morning brought a hot shower, a cup of coffee and some food to change my mood. Things started to look up. Locked away in my office, I focused on my work. With AirPods in, all background noise was a thing of the past. The music helped me concentrate and one task after another was dumped into the completed file.

I jumped when Kendra put my lunch down in front of me. She surprised me with a clubhouse sandwich, pickles and an iced tea. The lunch of champions.

"Sorry to startle you baby, but I called your name like five times and you didn't answer me."

"Tunnel vision. Your mom's helping me out by taking my shift with the kids, so it seemed like the perfect time to get caught up on some of this other stuff."

"Yeah, she's been great. I talked to her about how much we appreciated it and she told me that she'd do "anything" to help." Kendra had a very proud look on her face when she said "anything".

"Perfect. If she'll do "anything" maybe you can ask her to wash the dog and shovel the walkway." That comment earned me a punch in the arm.

"No dummy, she said that she would do "anything". Got me?" Making her famous quotation marks in the air with her fingers. No, I didn't get her.

"Got you. That's why I said get her to do that other stuff. It will save me a shitload of time." Ken opened her mouth and shook her head exasperated.

"Wow."

"Wow, what? You started this, I was in here minding my own business and you came in here talking like I'm supposed to understand everything that you're saying. Well I don't. If you really want me to understand, talk to me like I'm a kid. Go ahead, you have my undivided attention."

"Holy shit you're dense sometimes. Anything, as in she's willing to help you take a load off." Giving me an over embellished wink. Once again, I was lost. Just by helping the girls with the kids and letting me get some work done was helping me take a huge load off. I must have looked confused because my wife turned her palms skyward, raised her arms and said, "What the hell Ryan."

"What the hell, what?"

"You gotta be kidding me. She's offering to have sex with you, but if she ever saw us having this conversation, I'm sure she'd back out. Jackass." There was very little doubt in my mind that Kendra was serious. She had the same look she had when she asked me to be with her sister. Now she was offering up her mother as the sacrificial lamb.

"Jackass? How the hell am I supposed to know what evil plan you're scheming up? Thanks anyway babe, but I'm gonna take a pass on that. I truly appreciate the gesture, but believe me, nothing good could possibly ever come from that."

Kendra walked in front of me, sat on the edge of my desk, leaned forward and in a whisper made a statement. "You are going to fuck my mother. It will be good for both of you. Plus, it will be payback for what my father did to Bri. So, after supper, you get that ass of yours upstairs and shower up nice, nice, then you get your ass back downstairs and she will take over from there. It'll be great, I promise."

That was pretty much it for work. The rest of the day was a write off. I tried, I really did, but visions of Helen and I having sex, along with the thoughts of Big Bill walking in and filling me full of lead, danced around in my head. It bothered me so much, that when the office door opened, I jumped out of my skin.

"Look Ryan, you and mommy scared daddy." Bri walked over to my desk and agave me a soft kiss. Handing me my son, she sat down in the same spot her sister had earlier owned.

"So baby, I hear that you're fucking your mother-in-law tonight." There was no beating around the bush with the ever tactful Bri.

"I'm told. Not my idea, just so we're clear, and it hasn't happened yet, so let's not get too far ahead of ourselves." I must have had a nervous tick or something else going on.

"Oh, it's happening. Baby, Kendra isn't letting this one go." Bri looked over her shoulder and when she knew the coast was clear, she opened her robe and squeezed her boob until a pearly white droplet of milk formed on the end of her hard, dark nipple. I was instantly hard. "You can think of me when you're fucking her, just don't say my name when you cum."

Her teasing was torture. There was nothing I could do because my hands were full and she was in the same shape as Kendra, so any penetration was off limits. Leaning forward Bri kissed me again and said, "By the way, supper in ten." And left me sitting in my office with a hardon.

Supper was a tense affair. Helen had her first drink since she had arrived at our house. Every time she picked the glass up, her hand was trembling. The girls made light talk and basic conversation, with the odd subliminal shot thrown in for good measure, but the tension was very thick.

"So, Ryan, any plans for tonight?" Bri asked the tongue in cheek question just to wind up her mother.

"Actually, I do. When you guys go to bed for your beauty rest, I plan on pouring myself a drink and putting on the Irishman on Netflix. I think your mom might join me." Fuck it, I'd try to give it back to her a little.

My mind was racing in the shower, is this really going to happen? Am I going to have sex with my mother-in-law? Do I initiate? Do I do as I was told, and wait for her? There were far too many questions for me to answer, but I didn't have to worry as Helen was already in the den when I arrived. Her short hair was still damp from her shower and she clung to the front of her robe that she was wearing, as if she were concerned about it falling open.

"I'm getting a drink. Can I interest you in something before we start the movie?" Helen nodded her head and cleared her throat before almost whispering out, "Please."

Ninety minutes into the epic movie our monitor went off letting us know that it was time for a night feeding and a diaper change. Thirty minutes later, the mess was cleaned up and we were back in front of the television.

"Ryan, before you start the movie up again, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure, anything."

"Are my daughters forcing you into something that you don't want? I mean, I know that my best years are behind me and I'm not nearly the woman that I once was and both Kendra and Bri are so beautiful compared to me. I'm very worried that you'll be disappointed. Bill is the only lover I've ever been with."

"Helen, you're a very beautiful woman. Your daughters both pray that they are lucky enough to have your looks when they are in their forties. Secondly, I think that they are forcing you more than me. It's not something that you have to do. We can both lie to them. We'll say that it happened, and everyone will be happy. No one would be the wiser."

"Everyone would be happy but me."

"What?"

"Everyone would be happy but me. I've thought about this so many times since we kissed in the kitchen. You have no idea. It has kept me going when Bill was pawing at me with his greasy hands."

I was definitely taken aback. I stopped to look at Helen and realized that she was staring at my crotch. All this talk about sex with my mother-in-law had given me a hard on.

Without a word I pulled my t-shirt up over my head, then lifted up off my favorite chair, just enough to pulled down my sleeping pants. Helen's eyes were burning holes into my abs and penis, while her mouth formed the shape of an "O".

Getting up she never removed her eyes from my body. When she was standing directly in front of me, she moved her hands to her sides and undid the sash on her robe. Like the curtains in an old vintage theatre, majestically being pulled open, the front of her robe parted to expose her beauty.

Helen was a very beautiful woman no matter what her age might be. There were signs of some sag along with a couple of stretch marks from her child birthing years, but overall, she had a very firm body. Any other blemish were just beauty marks that accentuated her sexiness and experience.

My hands touched low on her legs and moved north caressing their smoothness as I went. When they reached her ass, I grab her cheeks into my hands and moved forward to kiss her softly on her belly button. The curls of her pubic hair tickled my chin as it rested there. After a short paused to lick and nibble her belly I moved my hands so that they were on track toward her breasts.

When my right hand found its target, I sat up high enough so that my lips could suck one of Helen's hard nipples into my mouth, and for the first time that evening, my mother-in-law whispered, "Oh my" and moaned.

Her nipples and breasts were an erogenous zone for Helen, she cooed and moaned as I suckled and kneaded them. When I removed my right hand and placed it on her clit, she orgasmed instantly. Her not so quiet release triggered as series of mini convulsions that shook her body. Unrelenting I continued working my fingers deeper into her frothy wetness.

Curling the first two digits on my hand upward, I pushed my thumb onto Helen's clit and stood so that we could kiss. When our tongues met for the second time since I'd married her daughter, Helen moaned another "Oh my" into my mouth.

To say that she was stimulated would be a bit of an understatement. Helen was pushing down so hard on my fingers that she was in a semi squatting position and I had to lean forward so that they didn't slip out of her pussy. Rapidly panting and shuddering signaled that Helen had cum on my hand for the second time that night.

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Standing back up into an erect position, my penis slipped into the crevice between her legs, and made its first contact with her wet vagina. If Helen would have slightly opened, lifted or parted her legs, I could have slid right in, but she had other plans.

With both hands on my chest, Helen pushed me backward into my favorite chair. A chair that I have had the pleasure of ravaging both her daughters in. When I settled in, Helen lowered herself to her knees without ever losing eye contact and took my hard cock into her mouth.

She sucked as if she wanted the venom out. Her head bobbed ever so slightly, but the vacuum seal remained intact. I put my hand to the side of her face and told her exactly what I was thinking, "Holy fuck that feels good. You keep that up and I'm not going to last." Helen just nodded and kept sucking.

The tight, wet lips wrapped around my cock, along with her tongue rubbing the under side of my shaft and overwhelming suction was more than I could take. "Holy fuck Helen, I'm cumming right now."

It wasn't lots of warning, but it would have been enough had she wanted to be warned. Instead she continued to suck and swallow. I had such a build up of sperm in me that I half expected to see some of it come flying out of her nose, but that wasn't the case.

I collapsed back into the chair and watched as Helen walked over to the table near where she had been seated and picked up her glass. She may have swallowed my cum, but she wanted a little bit of gin and tonic to wash it down.

"Wow Helen, you are so sexy. Your body, your walk, everything about you screams sexuality." In the dim lighting, I couldn't be sure, but if I had to guess, I would have said that she was blushing.

"I wish that were true. Maybe twenty years ago, but surely not now." She wasn't fishing for a compliment. It was truly how she felt.

"Okay, then how do you explain this?" I pointed to my penis and it was just as hard as it had been before we started. "I'm not kidding. I want you so bad right now, I feel like I'm going to explode again any second."

Her hand started to tremble again as she raised the glass to her lips. Smoothly and delicately, she finished the contents, placed the glass back on the table and swayed her hips as she walked back toward me.

Placing a knee on either side of me, Helen leaned in for a kiss and I got another fresh taste of gin and tonic. Her raised elevation put her tits right in line with my mouth and I used it to my full advantage. I bit down gently while Helen grabbed my shaft and rubbed the head of my penis around her opening. With my mouth full of boobs and my hands full of ass, Helen sank down onto my cock. As the inches entered her depths, yet another "Oh my" escaped her lips.

Rocking back and forth I could feel the velvety soft grip of her vagina. The feeling was so good and so intense, that I almost felt guilty, and maybe I should have, because having sex with your mother-in-law is not a normal thing to do.

The whole event was so different, yet so familiar. Helen moved in ways that were exactly like her daughters, but her feel was softer, gentler, more delicate.

She controlled the tempo of the sex. Moving up and down as she saw fit. From where I was sitting, with her tits in my face, I couldn't watch the action of my dick penetrating her and that was unfortunate, because she had more hair covering that area than any other woman that I'd ever been with, and I would have loved to watch my cock parting those hairy lips.

I could feel my eruption building, but I didn't want it to be over, so almost sheepishly I asked Helen if I could go down on her.

"Really?"

"If you're okay with it, yes" I could tell by her hesitation that this might possibly be the first time that someone has made that request.

"You don't think that it's dirty?"

"No. I think it's beautiful, but if you don't think so, we don't have to." I knew just by how her pussy tightened up around my shaft and a small river of her juices oozed out of her that she relished the idea.

Helen stood, popping my hard, glistening cock out of her and exposing it to the cool night air. Holding her hand out, she helped me to me feet and guided me to her room like a puppy on a leash. Closing the door behind us, Helen lay back on the bed looking very much like a goddess.

Crawling up in between her legs, I got my first good look at her pussy. There was a very hairy triangle, but around her lips seemed to be trimmed and well groomed. When my tongue touched her for the first time she and I jumped together, her because the shock and me because the long curly hairs tickled my nose. Helen had a musky, exotic smell and her juices were thicker than any I could remember.

I started with slow circles around her clit and ramped up the speed a little at a time. What I was doing must have been working for her because her ass continually bucked up off the mattress and a series of loud moans and "oh my fuuuuucking god" poured from her mouth.

My attack was having the effect that I wanted, so I pressed two fingers into Helen's vagina and with the same timing that my tongue flicked her clit, my fingers plunged in and out. The steady flow of lady lava cascaded over my tongue and ran down my chin, surely soaking the blankets beneath us.

Pulling my soaked digits out of her dripping hole, I used my index finger to rub her puckered anus. Helen jumped but settled back into the bed. It didn't take long before she was pushing her ass toward my finger. Switching up to my middle digit, I put a little more pressure on her sphincter and flatten my tongue across her pussy lips and clit. I was surprised when Helen cried out, "do it, oh my god, do it please."

With my finger sunk deep into her ass and my mouth chewing mercilessly at her vagina, Helen came with a loud howl. She stiffened up like a board and continually said, "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" as I licked relentlessly.

Moving up into position, I placed the head of my cock at her opening and pushed in with an urgency that surprised her. I took long deliberate strokes. Tip to balls and out again. Helen moved like a pro beneath me. When I tried to kiss her, Helen turned her head and gave me a simple, "nope". Apparently, she wasn't as open to tasting herself as her daughters were.

It felt great to be back in the saddle, and this saddle was warm, snug and inviting. Helen had told me earlier that Bill was her only lover, but her movements showed me that she was skilled in the art of making love. Helen gyrated her hips just so and clenched her muscles well enough that I was ready to burst after only a few short minutes.

I tried to nibble on Helen's neck, but she pulled my face away and told me, "no more hickies". I guess she knew perfectly well where the last one came from.

Our motions turned into a frantic rhythm. Both of us were reaching the finish line and wanted to make sure the other would be close behind, if not first. Helen started making grunting, "Ah, ah, ah" noises as our sex mashed together and her breathing was coming in short gasps.

My older lover knew that I was close, she wrapped her legs around my ass and helped drive me into her. Reaching up with my hand, I cupped and squeezed her tit, letting out an almost battle cry, "holy fuck I'm coming". Helen was right there with me. She finished a very close second. Her arms collapsed to her sides and her legs flopped off my back and onto the bed, she was spent.

In hindsight, I should have asked Helen if I could cum in her, but I remembered that Kendra had once told me that after Bri was born, her mother could no longer have children. Good fortune was on my side this time as I would not impregnate my mother-in-law also.

Slowly withdrawing myself from the tight confines of her pussy, I slid down, suckled at both breasts and kissed Helen on the stomach.

"Wow. Don't you ever get tried?" I knew that she was flattered by the chuckle in her voice.

"Are you kidding. My wife gave me a hall pass to have sex with her sexy mother, do you think that I'm not going to take every opportunity to enjoy it?"

"No need to rush. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon."

Helen and I showered together and as soon as she had washed my face with soap and water, her tongue found its way back into my mouth. The movement of her lips on mine and the gentle yet firm grasp that her hands had as they washed my penis and balls brought me back to life. Leaning with her head touching the ceramic tiles on the wall and her arm holding onto the towel rail, I entered her from behind.

While it was an act of loving, it was not making love. Instead it was five minutes of raw thrusting for both parties. The sight of my shaft pushing in and out kept me rock hard. Helen's puckered asshole smiled up at me, as if inviting me to touch it. When I pushed my thumb against the crinkled skin, I fully expected another "nope" to come my way, but just like earlier, it never happened.

"Oh, my lord." Was the only thing I heard when the thumb bottomed into her ass.

"Do you want me to put my cock in there?" Too shy or too embarrassed to speak, here were no words spoken, but her head nodded almost as if begging for forgiveness.

I was very comfortable in the pussy that I currently resided in, but I wanted it all. Pulling out, I moved the tip upward. The natural lube from Helen's pussy and the warm shower water was more than enough to get the job done. I pushed forward until the mushroom head of my dick popped in past her sphincter. When that happened, her hand flew back and the Walmart nail extensions that adorned her hands, clawed into my hip, surely drawing blood. I grabbed at Helen's waist and eased myself in. This was not the first time I'd been in someone in her family's asshole, so I knew to take my time.

Ever so slowly I pushed on until I was in her bowels. I moved my hands up to cup her hanging breasts. The water that was running down and off of them reminded me of showerhead that isn't quite turned off. When Helen was ready, she extracted her blades from my hip and put the hand on the wall for support.

Her ass was tight and warm, and every stroke was amazing. If we had have been in the upstairs shower, everyone in the house would have been awake. Helen was just as loud as she was the night, we had heard her with Bill. She let out a series of groans, along with some loud sex noises. Her love making sounds filled the room.

Just like her daughters before her, Helen reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit. I am guessing that by doing that, combined with my hands on her tits and my cock in her ass, it was all she could take. Helen won this race by a long shot. When she came, it was all I could to stop her from falling to the shower floor. Her legs had given out and she could barely keep herself standing. Knowing that time was limited I ramped up my pace until come blasted out of me and into my mother-in-law's ass.

Finally cleaned-up for the night, I tucked Helen into bed, kissed her goodnight and headed for the comfort of my own room. Creeping up the stairs in the silence of a quiet home, then climbing into bed with my loving wife, I couldn't help but think how fucking lucky I was.

The sounds of morning filled the Brown household as they had since the children were born. There was laughing and crying. There were sounds of people scrambling about and all of it was music to my ears.

With only two babies, and four people tending to them, it made for a light workload, so everyone was well rested, and I was able to continue my work during the day.

Everyone in the house knew or heard what had happened between their mother / grandma and husband / boyfriend / father, yet not a word was spoken about it. Helen avoided all contact with me, eyes, touch, everything, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Everyone went about their business and I went about mine.

All sense of time had slipped my mind. Fully engrossed in work I heard a tap on my office door. "I thought you might like a sandwich. You missed lunch."

With the biggest smile I had, "Well that was very thoughtful of you."

Leaning forward, she kissed my forehead, then my lips, "Think of it as a thank you for last night."

"I should be thanking you. Helen, I told you last night, I had a great time. It couldn't have been any better."

"Well, that's a bit of a shame, because I wanted to try to improve on it whenever you felt up for it, but if you think that it couldn't get any better, maybe we'll just leave it as is." As Helen shook her ass, walking out of my office, we both knew that she wasn't serious, and it was her way of inviting me into sex with her whenever I wanted.

The sounds of soft music and smells of three women cooking, rattled and wafted down the hall into my office. The noises seemed to mute for a second, but that was only because Kendra and Bri were standing in my doorway. Shoulder to shoulder, they pushed their way in and closed the door behind them and raced to my desk.

I knew this look, I'd seen it many times before, they wanted answers. The look on their faces turned to smiles as Kendra said, "Oh, my god. Did you really fuck my mom in the ass?"

Putting my head in my hands in mock horror, the girls laughed in unison. Bri came around to the side of my desk to remind me of a very important thing in our household, "Ryan, you need to remember one very important fact. Both Kendra and I will be ready and willing to go in less than two weeks, so you had better not tire yourself out on our mother."

Kendra felt compelled to chime in with, "Yeah, baby. Mom isn't in any hurry to leave, so if you keep making her as happy as you did last night, you might just have three horny women to contend with in a couple of weeks."

Being in my twenties and in good health made it easier on me to answer, "I'll take my chances ladies, I'll just have to take my chances."