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I don't know then, Momma" said Sissy.

"We need to find more opportunities for him to see you naked, Honey. Otherwise, we will not be able to continue with our new life choices."

We were interrupted at that moment by my husband coming into the room. He looked a little unsteady on his feet as he walked across the livingroom and joined us on the couch. Poppa flopped down on the couch in between us.

"Are you alright, Dear," I asked him.

"I feel a little light headed," he replied, "but I was tired of lying in bed."

"Can I get you anything, Poppa? A cup of tea or something to eat?" asked Sissy.

"No, thank you, babygirl, I just want to sit here with my two favourite people in the world."

Both of us cuddled up tightly against my husband. Sissy was so tight against him, his arm was actually surrounded by her tits. I didn't know at that point if she was doing it on purpose or not but she definitely was making an impression on her father. A quick glance down had shown me he was getting stiff.

I thought for some time before I had a eureka moment. Making sure it was not my imagination, I leaned on his shoulder and looked down. His pants were certainly poking outwards at his crotch. My husband was definitely growing a hard on. I began to think his flashback memories of his daughter were caused by his embarrassment. As a Minister he did not want to think of her that way. I decided I was going to force the issue.

"I'm glad you are here, Dear," I said to my husband. "Sissy and I were having an argument. You can settle it."

"What are you arguing about," he asked giving Sissy a stern glare. Sissy gave me a confused look.

"Sissy and I went shopping yesterday, she needed some clothes for school. She purchased some things I don't think are appropriate."

If anything, Sissy looked even more confused. She knew we had not purchased anything for her to wear to school. We had purchased some extremely sexy lingerie. Her father was still giving her that stern look of his.

"Sissy," he said, "you know you should not disagree with your mother about your clothing."

"I keep telling her that, Dear, but she thinks you should be the judge on this one. She thinks you will appreciate her choices more than I do."

I could see the confusion beginning to clear in Sissy's head.

"Yes, Poppa, you should be the judge."

"Sissy, why don't you go put on something we bought and come out here to model it for your father," I said.

Sissy gave me a knowing look this time as she responded, "Yes, Momma."

My husband and I exchanged small talk about the kids and his mother waiting for Sissy to model her new purchases. Just in anticipation of her showing off her purchases to her father was already making me wet.

Sissy walked back into the room wearing a burnt orange push up bra and thong. She was wearing dark stay up stockings and a pair of brand new four inch black stilettoes. Her father's eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw her for the first time.

"Wha?...what?...is this?" the words coming out in almost a gasp. Sissy walked as if she was on a catwalk closer to us on the couch.

"My god!" I thought to myself, "she is stunning."

Still walking towards us, Sissy asked, "Do you like this choice, Poppa? Do you think it looks good on me?"

My husband was staring at his daughter even though he did not appear able to formulate words. Sissy rejoined us on the couch, sitting sideways, and draping one leg over her father, her big boobs accentuated by the push up bra against his arm.

"Is this what you have been trying to remember, Dear? Trying to remember your sexy daughter naked?"

Poppa was still not getting any words out of his mouth. He may have been in shock but the hard on I now had my hands on was demonstrating how much he was turned on by his near naked daughter. I took one of his hands and placed it on Sissy's stocking covered leg.

"Isn't she sexy, Dear?" I asked him.

"This is...not...right, not right, not right at all," he replied.

"God made her this beautiful creature, Dear, how can it not be right?"

"We are not supposed to do this. I'm not supposed to see her like this," he said in a stronger tone of voice.

"You are a Minister," I began, "how can you deny the beauty God has given her?" As I said this I leaned in to kiss him on the neck. I placed my hand on top of his, beginning to move it up and down his daughter's leg.

"Kiss your daughter. Make her feel loved by you."

Sissy didn't wait for him to make a move. She leaned into her father, further pressing her luscious tits against his arm, and kissed him on the lips. He shook his head and retreated from her attacking mouth.

I held his head firmly as Sissy moved in for another kiss. Her lips connected with his allowing Sissy to give her father a long, passionate kiss. When they broke apart, before he could object, I turned my husband's head towards me in order to give him an equally passionate kiss. Then I turned him back towards his daughter.We kept this up for some time. If his head wasn't spinning when he first came in the room, it was definitely spinning now. As we kept the kisses going, I realized I was not using as much pressure as before to slide his hand up and down his daughter's leg.

I also realized that his kisses with his daughter were becoming much more passionate than ours were. My husband voiced no protest as his daughter's tongue invaded his mouth.

Since my hand was not needed to keep his moving on Sissy's head, I took it back and used both my hands to pull his pajama pants down and off. Looking up, I saw that Sissy was still working on her father's level of passion with her deep tongue kisses.

"That fucking man!", I thought to myself. "He hasn't even noticed that I pulled his pants off."

Wanting to get his attention, I held my husband's hard cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Then I sunk my head down on his rigid pole. This he noticed.

"No, no, no," he cried trying to pull my head away from his cock.

I offered no argument. I simply continued to swallow and release his cock, sliding my teeth lightly against his dick as I moved my head up and down. Sissy must have thought he was protesting against their soul kisses. She pressed her lips even tighter against her father and, I imagine, sped up her tongue movements in his mouth.

Sissy humped her leg against her father's. She pulled his hand, the one on my head, away, placing it against her tit.

"Squeeze it, Poppa," she said, "Squeeze my tit."

I was making sure that sucking my husband's cock was slow and delicate. I did not want him to have a climax too soon. Not before he could fully enjoy our daughter's body.

Looking up, I was able to see Sissy removing her bra. Once her tits were bared, she moved them to her father's lips.

"Do you like my tits, Poppa? Suck them! Suck your nasty daughter's tits, Poppa!"

My husband was not interested in arguing the point any longer. He was far too gone, sexually, for that. I know he had never had his cock sucked before, never had a nipple in his mouth, and never had two women working him like this before.

I could feel my husband's cock growing firmer in my mouth. I slowed my head bobbing even more and let my mouth relax around his dick. I didn't have a lot of experience sucking dicks, I only had one in my mouth before this, but I felt I was doing a good job of prolonging his experience.

Sissy had shifted her position in order to be straddling her daddy. My view was blocked, I could not see what they were doing. All I could see was my daughter's luscious ass.

I could not resist those beautifully tight and firm cheeks right in front of me. I took my husband's cock from my mouth, replacing it with my hand sliding very slowly and casually up and down his dick.

Leaning forward, I began giving my daughter tongue kisses all across both of her cheeks. I heard her moan in appreciation of my addition to this sexual encounter. Hearing them, I began to lick her crack from the very bottom, almost at her pussy, all the way to the top.

Sissy really liked this move of mine. She began to hunch her ass back at me as I continued licking up and down. This allowed my tongue to touch the very bottom of her pussy. I continued the licking, stopping only to spear my tongue into her ass hole whenever she sat still enough.

I was so focused on what was in front of me, namely my daughter's ass, that I didn't hear the cars pull into the driveway. Neither did I hear the front door opening. It was only the breeze on my back that alerted me to the fact that someone had come into the house.

I was almost afraid to turn around to look, thinking it could be the horrible home invaders returning. The soft hand that was placed on my shoulder led me to assume it belonged to a woman, most likely my husband's mother.

Less afraid, I looked over my shoulder to confirm it was her and my son, Ricky, standing there. Mother was already beginning to strip out of her clothing. Ricky was simply watching, taking in his sister riding their father's body, me having been kissing and licking his sister's ass, and his grandmother now naked.

My mother in law pointed to my husband's cock which I was still holding but not doing anything else, and pointed to herself. I realized she was indicating she wanted to take possession of her son's dick. With Ricky standing right there, I had no reason not to share.

While Mother and I shifted positions, Ricky very quickly stripped down to nothing before seating himself on the love seat kitty korner to the couch. I didn't waste any time making myself naked as well.

Approaching my son, I gave his rock hard pole a good squeeze while leaning over to give him a kiss.

"Momma, fuck me," said my son as soon as I let his lips move.

Wanting to see what the other three were doing, I slowly sat down on Ricky's cock with my back towards him. He felt sooooo good sliding his cock into my sopping wet pussy. Once he had me filled, I sat still trying to flex the muscles in my cunt that were holding him tightly. Ricky's hands went to my tits, of course.

On the couch, only a foot away from us, my mother in law was demonstrating her newly found cock sucking skills to her son. My husband, with Sissy's body blocking his view, still thought it was me orally caressing his pole.

I don't know if my mother in law was a better cocksucker than me, or if it was the amount of time spent on his rod by the two of us, but my husband was making gurgling noises as he began to buck his dick up to his mother's mouth. I sensed his time was approaching.

I started slowly sliding up and down my son's dick, enjoying every inch of it, and moving myself to an orgasmic position as well. I knew for sure it wasn't just a matter of my son fucking me so beautifully, but a matter of all the stimulation I had been receiving this past hour or so, that was bringing me closer to the climax I craved.

"Mother," I gasped in a low volume, "make sure he fucks Sissy."

My mother in law turned her pouting face towards me.

"Don't let him cum in your mouth this time."

She still pouted at me. I did not want my husband to realize what was going on around him so I was almost whispering. Fortunately, he was so engrossed in making out with his daughter while he thought it was me sucking on his cock, that he did not hear me.

I tried one more time to make my thoughts clear to my mother in law.

"If he fucks Sissy, he will never be able to deny us in the future."

This time, she got the message. No longer pouting but definitely impatient, her normal state of mind, she kept her son's cock steady with one hand while pushing her granddaughter's ass upwards. Once she had my husband's dick at our daughter's glistening wet pussy opening, she placed her hand on Sissy's shoulder, patting it to indicate she needed to sit back down, but on her father's cock.

I couldn't tell you who made the loudest noise at that particular moment. My mother in law's moan of disappointment as she watched her son's cock enter her granddaughter, Sissy squealing as her father's cock entered her in one stroke, or my husband's moan of passion. Put altogether, it was quite the commotion.

Even Ricky and I were immersed in the noises. My son had his fingers locked on to my hard pebble nipples and was pinching hard. At the same time, he had pulled his feet close to the loveseat and was lunging upwards with all his strength. In fact, his thrusts were so fierce, he was lifting me enough so my feet left the ground.

Sissy and her father were also rocking upwards and downwards as they fucked. I'm not sure how my husband was lasting beyond a stroke or two into his daughter's almost virginish cunt.

"Mother," I croaked to my mother in law, "kiss your son."

She needed no further urging than that. In a quick second or two, I could see that she had her son's face between her hands and was giving him sloppy wet French kisses. My husband opened his eyes expecting to see me making out with him only to find his own naked mother's tongue was dueling with his own tongue.

That was enough to put him over the edge. Ricky and I could see him lunging upwards, spearing his daughter's cunt, as he shot rope after rope of semen into her. He had a good sized load but not a massive one. He finished his climax before Sissy was able to achieve her own.

"Mother, help her, help Sissy," I instructed.

Sissy's Gran pulled the young girl off her father's shriveled cock onto the couch beside him. Mother fell to her knees, pushed Sissy's legs apart, and pushed her face tightly against her granddaughter's cooch. My mother in law's oral skills must be developing in leaps and bounds as she soon led Sissy into her second orgasm of the night.

But, she still wanted cock, obviously. Her son's cock in particular. As soon as Sissy was done with her orgasm, Mother had her hand wrapped around her son's dick, pulling it into her mouth.

Sissy looked disappointed so I invited her to join her brother and me. The motions of the two bodies must have attracted my husband's attention. His head was on a swivel, watching his mother suck his cock one moment, and then watching me and his son fucking the next.

As soon as he was hard again, Mother climbed off the floor onto the couch, straddling her son much as Sissy had been. I saw her lift her bum and then sink down on her son's rigid pole.

With Sissy examining her brother and me fucking, trying to figure out where she could place her own body, I stood up, letting my son's prick fall from my clenching pussy. I pushed Sissy towards him and a moment later, Sissy and her brother were fucking.

I went to the couch, sprawled out beside my husband and his mother, reached around to cup his balls and asked him how he liked what was happening to him. Looking me right in the eye, he hissed, "Yessssss."

"Do you like fucking your mother, Dear?" I asked him.

Back to being focused on his mother riding his dick, he nodded his agreement.

"I bet you never dreamed you would fuck your mother, did you, Dear?

"Nooo, noo..."

"Or having her suck your cock?"

He was shaking his head no repeatedly.

"What about fucking your daughter? Did you ever dream of fucking your teenage daughter?"

Much to my surprise, my husband nodded his head in the affirmative to this question.

"You fantasized about sliding your prick into your daughter, Dear?" I continued.

"Yeah...yes..."

"What about me and Ricky fucking? Did you like watching us?"

There was a long silence with no answer forthcoming. I repeated the question as I gave his testicles a light squeeze. He shook his head no.

"We can all have family fun like this, Dear, as long as Ricky and I can keep making love too."

"No, no, God forbids..." I squeezed his jewels again. Not enough to hurt, just enough to keep his attention on what I was saying to him.

"Never mind God, Honey, if you want to keep fucking me, your mother, and your daughter, you can't object to Ricky and I having fun too."

"But the scriptures..." my husband was trying to assert himself but he was finding it difficult to stay focused on what I was saying since his mother was trying to stuff a tit in his mouth while continuing to fuck him.

Bouncing his balls a little, I said, "The scriptures say we were all created in his image. Doesn't that make it right for us all to admire and enjoy each other's bodies?"

"But..."

"No buts, Dear. Do you want your mother to stop fucking you right now?" A quick squeeze.

"Noooooo," he moaned.

"Do you want to be able to fuck Sissy and I at the same time?" Another squeeze.

"Yesssss," he hissed out his answer after several minutes of silence while he focused on his mother riding his cock.

"Then we are all agreed, our family will embrace incest!"

"Never mind God, Honey, if you want to keep fucking me, your mother, and your daughter, you can't object to Ricky and I having fun too."

"But the scriptures..." my husband was trying to assert himself but he was finding it difficult to stay focused on what I was saying since his mother was trying to stuff a tit in his mouth while continuing to fuck him.

Bouncing his balls a little, I said, "The scriptures say we were all created in his image. Doesn't that make it right for us all to admire and enjoy each other's bodies?"

"But..."

"No buts, Dear. Do you want your mother to stop fucking you right now?" A quick squeeze.

"Noooooo," he moaned.

"Do you want to be able to fuck Sissy and I at the same time?" Another squeeze.

"Yessssss," he hissed out his answer after several minutes of silence while he focused on his mother riding his cock.

"Then we are all agreed, our family will embrace incest!"

Poppa:

It seems the hardest part of the process was making the decision whether or not to continue with an incestuous relationship. I was not able to resist making love to my daughter or even my mother.

My wife and daughter had seduced me into taking part in their lifestyle change. My mother gave me no real choice either. All I wanted to do was enjoy coupling with them.

I had never thought of incest in any shape, way, or form prior to this episode. It just did not ever cross my mind. The bible mentions it a number of times, mostly in the oldest books such as Leviticus. There are few later mentions and since they did not apply to any of my teachings, I never paid much attention.

I had also led a particularly sheltered life in terms of my sexual development from childhood onwards. When I turned thirteen years old, my father tried to explain the facts of life to me. My mother interrupted him, shooed him away, and took over the job.

She made me understand that I must go to my future marriage bed a virgin as would be my future wife. Mother made me understand that men needed sexual release once married but women only tolerated copulation. I would need to restrain myself and only impose myself on my wife no more than once monthly.

My mother explained to me that giving in to those urges more than once a month would be giving in to the devil. She did not want me to grow up evil. Mother continued to give me these talks as I grew older. Father was not allowed to discuss the subject with me.

Before I turned sixteen, with Mother's urging, I decided that I needed to share my teachings with people. I heard my calling and decided after high school I would go to divinity school and pursue a career as a Minister.

After last night, I don't know what to do. Everything I have stood for throughout my lifetime has been thrown out the window. I have lusted after my eighteen year old daughter and copulated with her. I have lusted after my own mother and copulated with her. I have watched my wife copulating with my son and have lusted after her.

Lying on the bed, my mind wandering over my past life, last night, and the future possibilities that were opening to me, I was brought to the here and now by my wife bringing me in a coffee and some toast. I don't know if it was breakfast time or that she felt I needed it.

Watching her walk across the room to me in her robe, I immediately blushed, thinking of her riding our son's penis yesterday. I can't say the memory disgusted me but I am not sure it affected me in a positive manner either.

"Good morning, honey," said my wife. "How was your night? Did you get a good rest? I hope your mother and Sissy let you sleep some."

"Ummm, yes, they did."

I had not been able to go to sleep too easily. I had never experienced two naked women cuddling with me before. Although a unique experience for me, and somewhat perturbing, I knew I enjoyed it.

"Your mother would like to join us while you eat your breakfast if that is okay with you," said my wife.

"Of course," I replied.

My wife stepped to the door in order to let my mother know she was welcome in our bedroom.

I was shocked when Mother entered the room. She was wearing a see through baby blue teddy than showed off her breasts through the almost transparent material, hanging down to slightly below her vagina accentuating the fact that she was not wearing panties. Mother had matching stay up stockings and four inch stilettoes.

Sitting up in the bed, leaning against the backboard, I found that my penis was standing up as well. Mother walked to the far side of the bed before climbing on and lying beside me. Since her head was on the pillow, her face was almost level with my raging penis.

Sophie, my wife and I had called each other "Momma" and "Poppa" since the children were born, smiled and asked me if I was comfortable. My mother looked at me expectantly. I told them I was indeed comfortable.

"How can you be comfortable with your prick throbbing like it is," asked Mother.

Yes, Dear, is your mother making you uncomfortable? Or am I?" asked my wife.

With the question asked, Sophie stood, slipped out of her robe, and sat down on the bed beside me again, this time only wearing lime green panties. Her impressive breasts were fighting with my mother's nearly naked body for my attention.

I tried to reply to the question but found no words were escaping from my mouth.

With her hand on my thigh, my mother said, "Justin, we must talk."

I was still trying to get something said but my mother would not allow me.

"Justin, I am so sorry that I messed up your life as I have done. I thought I was doing the right thing for you but Sophie, Sissy, and Ricky have shown me how far off the path of self-satisfaction and loving I have taken you."

"Mother..." I started.

"Hush, son, let me speak. My viewpoint on sex and love has changed dramatically in the last two days."

My wife had adjusted her position in our bed. She was now licking my testicles. That was another first for me. A very good first even though my penis was so hard and throbbing that it was almost painful.

"Doesn't that feel good, son?" asked my mother. "Aren't you enjoying your balls being licked by your wife? Does it bother you that your mother is watching?"

"It feels awesomely good, mother, but it feels odd having you here watching."

Taking my penis in her hand while my wife continued licking my testicles—um balls, Mother continued to share her feelings with me.

"Justin, I believe sex is just another manifestation of the way a family may show their love for one another," she said before giving the head of my staff a kiss.

"And, as with all love, it should be shown frequently lest we forget. Not on a monthly schedule, or as something we should endure. Expressing one's love for a family member should be an expression of joy. Of happiness. And, it should just be fun as well."

Mother paused as she took my penis into her mouth and pushed down, swallowing it.

"Your mother is just learning to suck cock, Honey," said my wife, removing her darting tongue from my balls. "Yours is only the second prick she has ever had in her mouth. Ricky was her first."

"This feels simply incredible," I said. "I have never felt something this good ever before in my life."

Mother was continuing to slide her lips up and down my shaft. Her teeth were lightly scratching at my rod as she pulled up. I knew I was going to ejaculate very, very soon as I could feel the explosion coming.

"You better stop, Mother," said Sophie. "I think Justin is going to cum very soon."

Saying that my wife wrapped her hand around my staff at the very base, squeezing hard, blocking my semen from further upwards travel. I groaned out my sense of disappointment. Mother reacted similarly, also emitting a groan of disappointment.

"Justin, honey, I think you should fuck your mommy and come in her hot pussy."

Mother and I both seemed to be in agreement on that concept.

"Justin, just a word of caution here. Your mother is not going to be satisfied with seven minutes of fun with you. Unlike you have been with me over the years, the idea is to derive as much pleasure out of fucking as possible. So you need to take your time and prolong the encounter as much as possible. Do you understand me, Dear?"

Without waiting for an answer from me, Mother straddled me, took my cock in hand and rubbed it against her wet vagina. She did not do it for long before she moved it to her opening, sinking down on me until my dick was fully buried in my mother's pussy.

Even after eighteen years of marriage, I had never felt a cunt around my staff that was this warm and wet. Sophie had never welcomed me like this during any of our monthly sex encounters. My wife had always needed some lubrication from the tube we kept at our bedside. This wetness, the wetness of my fifty something year old mother's snatch felt so much different than the artificial kind.

Keeping in mind my wife's suggestions, directions actually, I took time to become accustomed to these new sensations. Mother was riding my cock, levering herself up and down, very slowly. I could feel the walls of her pussy trying to tighten around my pole.

After a few minutes of enjoying this carnal pleasure my mother was delivering me, I came to realize her tits were directly in front of me. So, I did the natural thing by reaching up to them and clasping them tightly.

These were only the second set of tits I had held in my lifetime. My wife's were solid and stood firmly. Mother's boobs were less firm and hung down somewhat. Yet, I was still entranced at having them in my hands. Again, it just felt so natural. It was hard to believe I had been denying these feelings all my life.

Mother was still riding my cock while I enjoyed her breasts. I moved them around, I squeezed them, I pinched her nipples. Mother moaned at me.

"Mother, am I hurting you?" I asked.

"No, baby, I am enjoying you so very much. I love fucking my son."

Placing my feet flat on the mattress, I levered my body upwards, slamming into mother's cunt.

"And, I love fucking my mother!" said I.

"Mother, are you close to climax? I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

I could feel the semen bubbling in my balls as it began its climb to the tip of my cock.

"I can feel your cock getting thicker," exclaimed my mother.

She was riding me hard, slamming downwards in rhythm with me stabbing upwards. I tried my best to hold back but that was something I had never done before. In the past, I had always fucked my wife and would cum as soon as possible. Holding my explosion back was something entirely new for me. The feelings coursing through my body were wonderful.

Finally, I could not hold back any longer just as my mother launched herself into orgasm. Feeling her pussy walls lock down on me and her warm fluids coating my dick and flowing out of her, was the last straw.

I don't know how much cum spurted into her. It felt like more than I could ever have cum before. Between all the factors—prolonging the experience, my mother's warm and wet pussy, and feeling her achieve orgasm on my dick—it was the best climax of my life.

Oddly enough though, my mind was saying I needed to duplicate the experience. The next woman my mind was telling me that I needed to possess was my wife, Sophie.

Sissy:

We were dismissed early from school today due to some maintenance crisis in the building. Ricky and I almost ran all the way home. We wanted desperately to see what our parents and Gran had been up to all day long. We wanted to participate in any sexual activities that were going on.

Arriving home, we crept through the front door quickly and silently. We did not want to interrupt anything going on in the bedrooms. The loudest sound Ricky and I made was our gasping for breath after the run home.

We sprawled on the two seater wooden deacon's bench just inside the entrance trying to get our breathing under control. Ricky put his arm around me and hugged me closely to him once our rasping breathing noises were slowing down. Soon enough, our breathing was normal.

I do not understand why I was surprised when Ricky turned my head towards him, moving in for a kiss. Not one kiss, actually, we began to make out. It still felt odd to be close to my brother in this fashion. It may have felt odd but there was no way I was going to deny my brother's tongue entry to my mouth.

We had to take a break for a moment to catch our breaths again.

"Ricky, I've been thinking about your cock all day long," I said as my hand dropped to his lap in order to grip his prick through his jeans.

"Really?" he replied. "I can't tell you how much I want my cock in your pussy."

"Let's check in with the others and then we can go fuck," I said as I climbed to my feet.

There was no real surprise to find the front of the house empty as we assumed Momma, Poppa, and Gran were in the master bedroom. What was surprising was seeing Momma riding Poppa while Gran lay between their legs licking Poppa's balls and Momma's pussy which his staff was spearing. I, for one, had never anticipated this scene.

Announcing our presence, Momma and Poppa continued fucking while Gran jerked away from them, quite startled. Our parents slowed their movements while exchanging the mundane facets of life, greetings, etc.

Once we had completed the exchange of pleasantries, I told the three of them Ricky and I would be in his room fucking. No one responded, they simply went back to their interrupted tasks. It was good to see them enjoying themselves and each other. There was no tension between the three of them unlike Gran's past visits.

Ricky did not waste any time once we were in his room. He immediately started to strip out of his clothing. Truth be told, I was a little disappointed as I had imagined there being some romance in the act. I had not taken into account the fact that he was an immature eighteen year old boy. An immature jerk with a cock I wanted to fuck.

In moments, Ricky and I were lying on the bed beside and facing each other. Ricky put his arm over me before moving in to kiss me. The first kisses were long and passionate with no tongues involved. Maybe there was some romance in his soul after all.

I slipped one arm under his neck and the other over his shoulder as we continued kissing. Ricky was a much better kisser than I had imagined him to be. His hand on my back began to slide up and down from my neck to my bum.

My impatience began to grow as I demonstrated to my brother by opening my mouth and letting my tongue lick his lips. In response, Ricky opened his mouth, sucking my tongue inside. My tongue was immediately welcomed by his swirling around mine as he began to use his fingernails to slide along my back.

I may have thought I was turned on before this but my brother was leading me into a new level of excitement. His fingers continued to scratch their way up and down my back as my body began to pop up goosebumps all over. I embraced him tighter, pushing my barely used body hard against him.

Making out with my brother intensified as we became more and more turned on by each other's body. Ricky's fingernails scratched their way down to my ass again but, this time, he dug his claws into my cheeks. It hurt but it hurt in a delicious way. I pulled myself even tighter against him feeling my brother's cock throbbing against my tummy.

Ricky pulled himself away from me, rolled me on to my back, and began to lick and nibble his way down my body. I knew Ricky did not have a lot of experience with women so he must be demonstrating techniques he had seen in his porn videos. I felt a rush through my body thinking he and I could be in a porn video at that moment.

Ricky spent some time on my tits. He had one hand lightly caressing my thighs and tummy while avoiding my pussy. He gave my boobs little kisses before moving on to nibbles. I almost screamed when he bit down hard on my now stone hard nipples.

He lifted his head, smiled at me, and leaned in to give me a passionate soul kiss.

"I love you, Sis," he whispered to me before sliding back down my body.

This time, he spent little time with his mouth on my boobs as he continued traveling down to my navel. Of course, he did nip a nipple on the way past causing me to let go with a small yeek. His tongue circled my bellybutton for a short amount of time before penetrating it with his tongue.

Continuing to move down, he licked and kissed all around my pussy and my thighs without actually touching my pussy. My body was aching for release while he continued licking and nibbling my thighs, everywhere but my pussy. I arched my bum up trying to capture his tongue in my cunt. No joy there.

While working his lips and teeth around my pelvic region, my brother slid his hands up my body in order to grasp my tits. I don't know where Ricky learned all this but if it was from his porn videos, I would be watching them with him in the future. Maybe we could have family movie nights in the future featuring porn!

"Eeeeeeeeeek!" I exclaimed as he finally put his tongue to my aching pussy. Oh my god, it felt too wonderful. Ricky was squeezing my tits in time with his tongue licking up and down my pussy. My brother adjusted my position so that he could almost lick as far down and under as my butt hole.

This was so good! I find it difficult to imagine how it could feel any better than this. Even when Momma was sucking and licking my cunt, it did not feel this good.

Ricky moved his hands on my tits, taking my nipples with his fingers. His mouth shifted as well allowing him to capture my pussy lips with his teeth. As he pinched my nipples, my brother nibbled on my labia. These were entirely new sensations for me. I was willing to let my brother lick my pussy and my boobs every day, all day, for the rest of my life.

Gran:

Now this was a sight I would never have imagined in my lifetime. After all, what kind of good Christian woman would imagine her grandson eating out her granddaughter's cunt? But, having seen it and having had pussy and cocks in my mouth, I knew what kind of good, Christian woman I wanted to be for the rest of my life.

My grandchildren had not heard me enter the bedroom. Sissy was making too much noise for that. This was the experience of a lifetime for her. Feeling her brother's tongue and mouth on her cunt was like nothing else.

Even her father did not have the talent of my grandson. I had enjoyed both men, my son and grandson, exploring my pussy with their hands, mouths, and tongues. Both men had driven me to climax but Ricky was the best of the two.

Sissy's shrieks were picking up in volume. I knew my granddaughter had to be approaching her climax. Standing beside the bed, I could see her entire body was covered in goosebumps. Her entire body seemed to be locked in muscle spasm as she pushed her pussy as tightly as she could against Ricky's mouth.

Oh my gawd, I had never seen another woman explode into orgasm the way Sissy did. Ricky grunted as she dug her nails into the back of his head while punching upwards against his mouth, over and over again, while she screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Both His name and Ricky's name.

Finally, she quieted down, gasping for breath. I took the opportunity to lie down on the bed with Sissy between Ricky and me. Ricky was quick to react to my presence, leaning over his sister to give me a passionate kiss. Sissy was still trying to catch her breath as she smiled at me.

"Have you fucked her yet?" I asked my grandson. "Did I miss it?"

"No, Gran, you didn't miss it. We're going to fuck now, aren't we, Sissy?"

I reached across my granddaughter to take hold of Ricky's hard, proud, cock. He put up no resistance as I pulled him between his sister's legs. Sissy and I kissed as Ricky and I spread her legs wide open.

I could see how wet she was from her first climax with her brother. Her upper thighs were glistening in the light. I sat up on my knees and stroked her pussy for a moment or three.

"You liked cumming on your brother's tongue, didn't you, Sissy?" I asked.

She nodded her answer to me.

"Wait until you cum on Ricky's cock," I told her as I tugged my grandson's prick towards her pussy. I intended to rub the tip of his staff around the outside of his sister's pussy but Ricky was too impatient for that.

He slammed his cock into Sissy's cunt, trapping my hand between their bodies. When Ricky began to pull out, I retook control of my hand. His next thrust into his sister's pussy was swift as he bottomed out inside her.

Lying with my head propped up on my elbow, I watched the both of them. I was just being an observer this time around, watching my grandkids fuck.

This time, both of them began making noises. Low sounds at first but their volume increased as they found their rhythm. The looks on their faces were pure joy. That joy was the kind of look every grandparent wanted to see on their grandchildren's faces all the time.

My attention was taken away from the kids by their father entering the room. He perched himself on the few remaining inches of the bed beside me. Sissy must have noticed him enter and take the precarious position he was in.

My little exhibitionist of a granddaughter humped up hard across her brother's dick and on the down stroke leveraged her body away from me and her father. Ricky and his dicky followed her. They did not interrupt their screwing any more than that.

My son, their father, was able to take up a comfortable position behind me. He had to lie very close to me to still avoid falling off the bed. Justin's prick ended up prodding my rear end. I can't say it was a bad feeling. He slipped one arm around me, beginning to grope my breasts.

Focused on their fucking, Ricky and Sissy were still slamming their bodies together. Seeing the way her nipples were poking so firmly upwards and the growing sounds of her keening told her father and I that she was getting ready to cum again.

Ricky slowed his movements down and started sliding in and out of his sister's pussy slowly but surely. He seemed to be in no hurry at this time to ejaculate. It was almost as if he felt he had a job to do and was going to do it well.

His father was insistent on exploring his mother's body. Justin's hand never stopped stroking or fondling my tits. His pole poking in me in the bum felt wonderful. There was so much I was going to be able to teach my husband as soon as I could get my hands on him.

Sissy announced her climax to the entire house as she screamed her way into it. Ricky was being great to her. Without a pause or hesitation, he continued to slide his staff in and out of his sister's cunt.

I could see how wet Sissy's pussy was as her fluids squished out of her around her brother's prick. I lay my head on Sissy's breast in order to better my view of my grandson's prick moving in and out of his sister's pussy. Naturally, I gave Sissy's tit a quick lick since I was there.

"You get on top," Ricky said to Sissy.

They tried to roll over without uncoupling their bodies but there was not enough room on the bed. Ricky slipped out of her and working in unison, they were able to arrange themselves with Ricky on his back. I held his hot rod still while Sissy slid down her brother's pole.

In moments they were rocking up and down against each other, slapping sounds coming from their joined pelvic regions. I pushed my ass back into my son's piercingly hard dick as I leaned up and over to suck on Sissy's closest tit. The other boob was being manhandled by her brother at the time.

Justin's cock had slid with my movement in between my cheeks. It was rubbing in such a delicious way. I realized I had not been paying much attention to my grandson. Although he probably had not realized it since his attention was primarily focused on fucking his sister.

Leaving Sissy's body alone for the moment, now on my knees, I moved in to kiss my grandson. He seemed startled at first but he quickly recovered, beginning to kiss his grandmother back. Soon we were in a full make out mode with tongues traveling back from mouth to mouth. His kisses were so sensual and passionate I could feel my pussy becoming even wetter.

My son must have felt the wetness as well since his cock was still sliding through my thighs. Surprising me, I felt Justin pry my cheeks apart and his stiff rod sliding into my pussy. Between him now fucking my sopping wet cunt and his son making out with me, it did not take long for me to feel a climax building.

I think Ricky and Sissy were fast approaching their own orgasms. Sissy was breathing heavily and gasping out words I could not quite hear to her brother. Ricky was making his own noises around my tongue in his mouth.

Taking my tongue back into my own mouth, not wanting to choke the boy, I went back to Sissy's diamond hard nipples. Justin's shoving of his cock into my pussy was rocking me back and forth meaning Sissy's tits were being pushed and pulled by my mouth.

Noises grew in volume, Sissy's shrieking filling the room. I was beginning to huff and puff myself. Justin's pounding was building so hard and fast, I knew my son would be ejaculating all his cum into his mother's slick cunt very shortly.

Watching my grandkids fuck was a thing of beauty for me. I had never dreamt of becoming a part of their sex lives. Being in this situation, seeing Sissy's pussy being pummeled by her brother's big dick was like admiring a painting on a wall and wishing you had the talent to produce such a piece of art.

Justin's cock was beginning to swell inside me. His breathing was becoming irregular as he continued to fuck his mother. I knew he would be exploding inside me very soon.

Ricky and Sissy were cumming. Sissy was shrieking at the top of her lungs. Feet planted flat on the mattress, Ricky was hammering his prick into his sister ever so hard. With one last lunge upwards, he let out such a gasp that I knew he had just filled his sister's pussy with his cum. Sissy screamed out his name before falling flat onto her back, still joined to her brother by his cock.

Justin's explosion into my pussy brought me into my finale. He jetted rope after rope into me. The feeling overwhelmed me, forcing me to orgasm as well. It just grew and grew in intensity. I felt like I was going to cum forever. My fluids squirted out of me like a geyser erupting.

When I was eventually on my way down from such a glorious feeling orgasm, I lost the strength in my limbs. Almost exhausted, I fell forward feeling Justin's softened dick sliding out of my pussy.

Ricky's cock must have been as worn out as his father's cock. I could not take my eyes off it as it slithered out of his sister's snatch. Then, I decided I could not hesitate taking it into my mouth and cleaning it off.

The combined taste of both of my grandkids sexual fluids was like ambrosia to me. Ricky's taste was its usual salty and smooth. Sissy's spend tasted sweet and almost with a hint of fruit to it.

Justin must have realized I was too occupied with his children to pay attention to him at the moment. I felt the mattress move as he climbed off it. In a second, I realized he wanted to try something new as well.

Justin shouldered me aside, almost rudely, in order to get his face close to his daughter's pussy. Ricky's hardening cock plopped out of my mouth as amazement took control of me.

Justin was licking and sucking the fluids from Sissy's pussy. My son was actually tasting the combined fluids of both his children—son and daughter. This was simply fucking crazy.

Sissy obviously did not care who was eating her out. She placed her hands around her father's head, jamming him against her pelvis. She did not care, or know maybe, that it was her father and that he was tasting his son's cum as well as hers.

Justin was licking and sucking the fluids from Sissy's pussy. My son was actually tasting the combined fluids of both his children—son and daughter. This was simply fucking crazy.

Sissy obviously did not care who was eating her out. She placed her hands around her father's head, jamming him against her pelvis. She did not care, or know maybe, that it was her father and that he was tasting his son's cum as well as hers.

Poppa:

The past few days have taught me a lesson. The lesson being that there are many ways to express love. Sex with the ones you love is not a bad thing as I had been brought up to believe. That includes the family you love. My wife, my mother, and my daughter have shown me the right path.

But, what bothers me is that I have, unintentially perhaps, ruined the lives of so many people. My parishioners? Many are divorced now. Could it be because of me? Had I taught them about loving properly, could that have made their families work?

Here I sit, pondering these issues and what I should do about them with my mother under my desk sucking my cock. This is how loving is meant to be.

Momma:

Our lives have changed so much in the past few days. Changed in ways I never contemplated before. I am forced to wonder what we as a family have missed out on. Throughout the years of our marriage, I have always thought of my mother in law as an old battleaxe and a shrew. Certainly not as the sexy, loving woman she has turned out to be. If my eyes had been open all these years, would we have made this journey of sexual discovery together? Learned from each other? What else have we missed?

Ricky:

Conversation at the dinner table tonight is something brand new. Not the general conversation, we have often listened to Poppa detailing the activities of the church and his parishioners. He has often used us as a sounding board for his upcoming sermons.

Usually they are quite boring. But, Poppa has my interest tonight. He is describing his concerns for his parishioners regarding his attitudes towards sex in the past. He now feels he has done them wrong and wants to fix the problems he created.

"How can you deal with this problem, Dear?" asked Momma. "Can you just reverse course suddenly?"

"No, I can't," said Poppa," they won't understand a sudden change. There has to be a prelude, a lead in to change. First off, they need to recognize that there is a problem that needs facing."

"How can you convince them of that," asked Momma.

"You are their Minister. They should recognize the truth of what you say and get into line," said Gran in her usual querulous tone of voice.

I surprised myself with the realization that opening the door wide to sexual encounters does not really change the people that walk through. Their basic personalities don't change, they remain who they are and have been. It's just easier to shut them up when you can put a cock in their mouths. Laughing to myself, I made a mental note to discuss this with Momma sometime.

"I can't change their thought processes on my own," replied Poppa to Momma's question. "I am going to need help."

"Your mother and I can always try talking to them as well," Momma offered.

"I'm counting on you both, Honey, but I think I need more. I think I should try bringing the deacon board on side with my new views."

Momma pointed out that two of the deacons, one man and one woman, were divorced with kids about my age. I was pleased to hear Momma's comment as the female deacon and their two daughters were extremely hot. In fact, I had thought about asking either of the daughters or both of them on dates recently. Recently being defined as before I was able to fuck my mother and sister. Oh yeah, and Gran.

"How old are their kids?" asked Poppa looking at Sissy and I for a response.

"They are our ages, Poppa. About 18 or 19."

"Why don't we start with them, Justin? Invite them to dinner and feel them out. Sissy and Ricky can talk to their girls," suggested Momma.

We all nodded in agreement with Momma. Things moved quickly from that point. It was too late this week to arrange a dinner so we left it to Momma to work out the details for the coming week.

Poppa's sermon this Sunday will be extremely interesting.

Poppa:

Looking out over my congregation, I was struck by the realization that it was predominantly composed of women. The divorce rate amongst my parishioners was higher than the national average and I am sure my teachings contributed to the difference.

Making the sign of the cross and taking a deep breath, I began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was struck by a lightning bolt in these past few days, a lightning bolt sent to me by our God. It started with the home invasion in which my family were terrorized and I came close to losing my own life in the vicious attack."

"But, my life was spared and I rejoice for the opportunity our God has given me to make changes in my life and to influence you all in how you conduct your own lives."

"In the past, I have taught that we should show our love to our families in a very formal way. I have taught that husbands and wives should only be physically close to one another on a monthly basis. I have wronged you. Since we were all made in His image, we should honour and love that image. We should love and honour our families.

What better a way to honour our Maker, to show our love for our Maker, than to make love to His creations?"

There was some tittering in my audience at that last question. Husbands and wives looked at each other, mostly in relief, I think. Husbands and wives without partners looked to their friends questioningly.

I gave the room a few moments to quiet down before proceeding.

"I have taught you that we should only demonstrate our physical love for one another on a monthly basis. On a calendar basis. What was I thinking? A calendar is a man made tool, not one of our God's making. It is blasphemous to think that I put something made by man ahead of what is made by our God."

"People, I love you all and because I do love you, I am setting things right. As I will show my love to you all and show my love to my family, you should embrace your families as well. Please, turn towards your family members and embrace each other now."

I watched the confused looks on everyone's faces as I scanned the room. But, for the most part, everyone joined together. Progress was being made.

Momma:

The dinner was not working out as well as I could have hoped. Only the Deaconess and her daughter would be joining us. The other deacon refused our invitation. In fact, when I spoke to him on the phone after Sunday's sermon, he was quite surly. Rude even.

I was hoping that my father in law would be joining us as well. He had begged off attending church with us on Sunday citing overtime and fatigue. Walter also passed on the dinner making Esther, his wife, somewhat depressed. I know she wanted to introduce him to our new family lifestyle.

Esther and I put together a good dinner, a pot roast and potatoes. Justin was nervous waiting for our visitors and could not seem to get his head straight. He was almost terrified about the response he would receive from Mrs. Waverley once he explained everything fully to her.

Since Esther and I were occupied with the dinner, I sent Sissy and her father to the bedroom. A good cocksucking from his daughter would settle his nerves.

Dinner went well. Jacqui and Evlynn, mother and daughter seemed to enjoy it as did my family, of course. The conversation at the dinner table was easy going and even humourous at times. We discussed many things but not the Sunday sermon.

After dinner, we five went to the livingroom for coffee and more conversation leaving the kids to clean up the kitchen. I decided I would open the conversation about our unique family attitudes but Jacqui beat me to the punch.

I should take a moment to describe Jacqui. She was about my age, I guessed, since our kids were the same age. She might have looked older than me though as her face was well defined with wrinkles everywhere. Yet her body was well put together. She had big boobs, not humongous but maybe a solid C cup. Jacqui kept herself in good shape as her body showed.

"Justin," began Jacqui, "that was quite the sermon on Sunday. Your viewpoint seems to have changed dramatically. I found the change to be confusing."

"Yes, it has been altered. The home invasion, almost losing my life, and almost losing my family made me take a second look at my life. And, since so much of my life is related to my Ministry, that facet also needed to be considered."

"What specifically bothered you about your Ministry?" the Deaconess asked.

"I came to realize that we have more females in our congregation than males. A further examination showed me that we have a high percentage of single parents in the congregation. I didn't realize until that moment that we have more broken marriages than the national average of divorces, separations, and breakups. Almost fifty percent more."

Esther and I nodded our agreement while Jacqui commented. "That is horrible, I never realized," she said.

"We all found it to be eye opening. The statistics don't lie," I said.

"Since the home invasion," began Justin, "we have been a more open and loving family. Already we are seeing major changes in how our family dynamic works and improves consistently. It has not been a long time since the home invasion but I am feeling that it conveyed a message from our God."

Esther and I again nodded in agreement.

"Let me ask you, Jacqui," I said, "would you still be divorced right now if you and your husband had enjoyed a more loving lifestyle?"

"I'm not sure," she replied. "He might have still turned to the hussy for sexual relief."

"That is our point," I said. "If your family had been more loving with one another, in a sexual manner, do you think your marriage would have been stronger?"

"Perhaps," said the Deaconess.

Esther joined the conversation, "I have not felt so loved, so happy, since I was introduced to this changed lifestyle."

Jacqui sat thoughtfully for a few moments. Suddenly, she started to blush.

"I am confused. Are you suggesting that your entire family is engaging in sexual activities?" asked Jacqui.

"Yes," said Justin. "We are all sharing our love with one another."

Having heard him admit to our new incestuous lifestyle, Esther moved to sit on Justin's lap. She leaned into him to give her son a long, hard passionate kiss on the lips. Justin's arm went around her, pulling his mother into a tight embrace.

"Oh my gawd!" exclaimed Jacqui as she jumped to her feet. "I can't believe you all."

Jacqui stormed out of the room by way of the kitchen. She told her daughter they were leaving right then.

"Okay, Mommy," answered Evlynn, "I invited Sissy to spend the night."

"Fine, fine, let's go."

I tried to calm our Deaconess down and to get her to stay longer while we explained more. But, the woman was not having any of it. She was leaving and that was all there was to it.

Sissy:

Evlynn was her usual boisterous self on the drive home. Ms. Jacqui and I were quiet. I knew that Momma and Poppa were to try to persuade her to join our incestuous lifestyle but it was apparent that the conversation had not gone well.

Once we were at their home, Evlynn and I went to the basement rec room, leaving Jacqui to ponder her issues with my family. Evlynn and I turned the TV on and began watching videos. Time passed with us giggling and chatting about all our school friends, and not so friends, while the videos played.

Evlynn became quiet after a while. Obviously something was on her mind. I assumed it was regarding the conversation we had with Ricky in our kitchen. And, I was right.

"Sissy, do you really have sex with Ricky?"

"Yes, we told you that. Ever since the home invasion."

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were both just fooling with me."

"Nope," I said. "I just love his cock and I love Ricky playing with me."

"What about your parents? What will they do if they catch you?"

I hesitated, wondering how far I should take this.

"Ricky and I have sex with Momma and Poppa as well."

"Really? Isn't that a sin?"

"Poppa says no and Gran agrees."

"Your grandmother too?"

I began to tell her about our first experience as a threesome- Momma, Ricky and I. I could tell that Evlynn was getting turned on by my story. She especially liked me telling her about my first lesbian experience with Momma. She asked many questions, shrieking in a low volume, as she signaled her approval of our activities.

As time passed, I excused myself to go upstairs to the washroom. Ms. Jacqui, I saw as I passed their livingroom, was sitting alone on the couch, nursing an alcoholic beverage. She called out to me on my return from the washroom.

"Sissy, I would like to speak with you," she said as she stepped in front of me.

"Sure, Ms. Jacqui," I said as I walked over to her.

I was standing in front of her, waiting for an invitation to sit down. No such invitation came. She started talking.

"Your parents told me what has been going on in your house since the robbery. Your parents and brother are abusing you. We need to go to the authorities."

"No, Ms. Jacqui, I'm over eighteen and I am a willing participant. There is nothing the cops can do about it."

"But you are being forced to have sexual relations with your whole family. You can't possibly want things to continue."

"Ms. Jacqui, I love making love with my parents, my brother, and my grandmother. I don't want to stop."

"Even with your mother and grandmother? Lesbianism? Surely, you don't enjoy that!"

"It makes me feel wonderful. It is so different with a woman. So soft, so tender, so enduring. It feels amazing. "

We were still standing facing each other, Ms. Jacqui's face flushed either from embarrassment or anger.

"Have you been with a woman before this, Ms. Jacqui?" I asked.

"Of course not!" she exclaimed.

"So you have never felt a woman's hand on your breast?" I asked as I lifted both my hands to our Deaconess' tits.

Ms. Jacqui simply stared at my hands in silence. But, I did not think it was only anger that drove her at this point. Her nipples hardened and were poking out. I slowly moved my hands across her solid feeling breasts.

"Doesn't this feel good?"

The older woman tried to push me away but she really did not try too hard.

"Do you like my hands on your tits, Ms. Jacqui?"

"Noooo," she responded still trying to push me away, still not pushing hard.

I put my arms around her neck in order to pull her in for a kiss.

"No, Sissy, we can't...we can't... we can't...do this."

Our lips met. I started off slowly, Ms. Jacqui trying to refuse my advances. Her words grew slower and slower while her lips softened to welcome me. I opened my mouth allowing my tongue to brush against her soft lips. I knew I won when she stopped demurring and began kissing me back.

Bit by bit, the Deaconess mouth opened allowing my tongue to enter her mouth. When her tongue began to move against mine, I allowed my hands to roam slowly down her back.

Once I had her ass under my hands, I pulled her tightly against me. Ms. Jacqui moaned into my mouth, her tongue twizzling around mine.

I stopped kissing her long enough to instruct her to sit on the couch. With no reluctance at all, she took the necessary step backwards and sat down. I followed her immediately. Just as I was about to reach out to embrace her again, Ms. Jacqui pulled me in to her. In a moment our tongues were dueling in each other's mouth once more.

Ms. Jacqui shocked me as I realized I had let a tiger out of the cage. She was no longer shy or hesitant. Our Deaconess aggressively pulled my body tight against her. Her hands roamed my body, making sure no areas were left untouched.

I especially liked it when she took my tits into her grasp. The older woman squeezed them hard, moulding them, and pushing them back and forth. This overt and aggressive delay was making me so wet!

"You're a beautiful girl, I love your body, I want your body..." she kept murmuring over and over.

When she began to push her hands under my top, I stopped her. Not to prevent her from doing more but to get the darned shirt out of the way. Together, we made short shrift of my blouse and bra.

As soon as I was topless, our mouths were locked together again. We were exchanging long, passionate kisses. Saliva was dripping from our mouths while our tongues wandered from mouth to mouth.

I thought I would be the aggressor in our relations, me leading the way, Jacqui trying to hold me off. It was exactly the opposite. Jacqui was moving much faster than I, almost too fast making me feel a little uncomfortable.

While she had one hand fondling my boobs somewhat roughly, her other hand travelled down my body to my legs. The Deaconess was sliding her hand along my thighs, first one, then the other.

When she took my hard nipple between her teeth and bit down, I let out a yelp. Sort of a surprised noise combined with some element of pain. The woman bit me!

"Sshhh...ssshhhh...ssshhhh..." she whispered in my ear while tonguing my ear lobe now. The woman was definitely in high gear. She pushed me back just far enough for her to wriggle out of her top and bra as well.

Her tits were lovely, large C cups, I guessed. They more than filled my hands when I jounced them up and down. Her nipples were already hard when I returned the favour from earlier and nipped at them with my teeth. This time it was Jacqui who let out a loud yip.

Again, a return to kissing while our hands fondled and groped each other boobs. The level of passion was ever mounting. I did not want to rush it but I wanted my tongue in her pussy shortly.

"Mom!"

Evlynn had come up the stairs on hearing her mother's painful yip moments earlier. We both looked up, startled at her sudden entrance.

"What the fuck is going on here?" demanded Jacqui's daughter.

"It's okay, baby, we're just showing our love for one another."

"You're lezzing out in our livingroom and you call that love?" jeered the angry daughter.

"Honey, this is what the Minister was talking about in his sermon on Sunday. We should not be afraid to show our feelings for one another in a physical way. That's what Sissy and I are doing, showing our love to one another."

"The Minister said physical love in the family was okay. He didn't say anything about doing anyone else."

"Sissy is so close to you and me that I have always thought of her as part of the family," said Jacqui.

"If it's alright for you to lez out with Sissy, will you lick my pussy now?" asked my friend very brazenly.

I looked to Jacqui to see her reaction. She was stunned for a moment at her daughter's words but only for a moment.Of course, Baby. Sissy and I will both love you the way you want."

Jacqui retook her feet and pulled me to mine. None of us were hesitating this time. Jacqui wrapped her daughter in her arms, hugging her tightly. I took Evlynn by an arm and spun her around to face me.

We began kissing. This was not a slow process as with her mother and me. Our lips were mashed together and tongues were in motion while Jacqui, still not moving slowly, was already undoing the zipper on her daughter's jeans.

Both of us worked together to push Ev's jeans past her hips and down. When they were gathered around her ankles, Evlynn sort of threw them off using just her feet. Jacqui and I were no help since our four hands were occupied with her ass and boobs.

This was not the first time I had seen Evlynn semi naked. We had taken gym class and sports together and had often showered together. With the other girls in our classes and on our teams, of course.

But, this was the first time I had my hands on her body in this fashion. I loved her ass, always had, and feeling it, clawing into it, slapping at it was making me even wetter than her mother had earlier.

Although I never admitted it before, not even to myself—much, I always had a crush on Evlynn. Leaving her solid and firm B cups to her mother, I crashed to my knees behind my friend. I had always dreamed of kissing her ultra feminine ass and I was not going to pass on the opportunity right now.

My hands were on her hips allowing me to pull her bum towards me. As soon as she was positioned adequately for me, I began kissing her cheeks. Open mouthed tongue kisses everywhere on her ass. Not satisfied with this, I pulled her panties down so my tongue could taste her bare flesh.

Slipping through my focus were the sounds of them, mother and daughter making out, while I continued to tongue the bare ass in front of me. I clenched my hands like claws digging them deep into Evelyn's flesh.

I was elated at the enjoyment I was getting out of kissing my friend's ass. I never considered myself lesbian, or even bisexual for that matter, until last week with Momma and Gran. Now, I knew what I had been missing.

I wanted more I thought as I bit down hard on a cheek. Evlynn yelped in surprise and stumbled, almost falling. Although caught by her mother before hurting themselves, they had ended up spinning around. I was still on my knees but now looking at Jacqui's meatier ass.

I was not about to pass up on this opportunity either. With absolutely no hesitation, I reached up in order to begin undoing the mother's pants and pulling them off. Jacqui lifted first one foot then the other allowing me to strip them off her.

Looking up again, I realized Jacqui's panties had disappeared with her pants leaving another bare ass in front of my eyes. Jacqui's ass was not as well formed as her daughter's. Even so though, the bagginess and cottage cheese evident were not enough for me to wilt away from kissing it.

"Mom, you look great!" said Evlynn from above me.

"I love your tits, Mom," she also said.

Sucking sounds from above me told me that one or the other was sucking on one or the other's boobs. Since I had Jacqui pinned against my tongue and standing straight up, I guessed it was the daughter licking the mother's tits.

I ran my tongue up the cleft of Jacqui's ass, breathing in the typical aroma of an aroused woman. Tasting sweat, pussy fluids, and the faint tang of shit were demanding I lick her even more.

Reaching up, I pushed on Jacqui's back so she was leaning forward enough for me to stretch my tongue out to her pussy. She was certainly wet. I mashed my face as tightly against her as I could so I could surround my tongue with a much of her cunt as possible. I felt Jacqui's arm reach around as she tried to get me even further into her.

Evlynn broke up the party at this point suggesting we move and make ourselves comfortable in her mother's bed. Neither of us argued. We almost ran down the hallway to the master bedroom, losing clothes along the way.

On the bed, we lay with Jacqui between Evlynn and myself. It was odd but we seemed to have lost the momentum of earlier. No one seemed to be willing to make the first move of our newly located encounter.

Finally, Jacqui decided it was going to be her first move that would get us going. I really expected that we would pick up where we left off with kissing. Jacqui had other ideas though.

With Evlynn and I both lying on our sides facing the Deaconess, propped up on our elbows, we were perfectly positioned when the mother reached under her C cups and held them up towards her daughter and me.

Neither of us seemed to hesitate, both our mouths glommed on to her tits with our free hand and lips. I don't think I could ever get tired of feeling a woman's breasts, of putting my lips to them, of tweaking the nipples.

Jacqui was quickly moaning her appreciation of our efforts. Evelyn's and my head were brushing up against each other. When both our lips were sucking on Jacqui's nipples and we were, in effect, looking at one another, we continued to squeeze Jacqui's boobs but we took an oral timeout in order to kiss one another.

Evlynn was not as accomplished a kisser as her mother even though her lips were soft, warm, and inviting. We kissed with all the passion we had been building within ourselves to this point before returning to the tits we had been enjoying.

One by one, Jacqui pulled us up towards her head so we could also exchange kisses. Once we had expressed our love and desire with our lips and tongues, we returned to our claimed boob and resumed our licking and nibbling at them.

I decided it was time to move our encounter along. I slid down in the bed until I was at the level of the vee of Jacqui's thighs. Gently, I pushed them open wide enough for me to get between her legs.

Jacqui's pussy was fully open to my gaze. She shaved it bare leaving what I later learned was called a landing strip. The mom was very obviously turned on by what was going on with the three of us. Her thighs were glistening wet with her dripping fluids.

Although I wanted to thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I could, I started by licking around her thighs in a teasing manner. This was something I had learned from Momma. Every time my tongue or my lips came close to her pussy, Jacqui would moan and try to buck her pussy up to my face.

Evlynn was doing her best to keep her mother occupied and distracted by making out with her while fondling and groping her beautiful boobs. In this instance though, Jacqui was becoming impatient.

When I lifted myself away from Jacqui's thighs, I needed to catch my breath, I saw that Jacqui was urging her daughter to shift her position. The Deaconess wanted her daughter's pussy planted on her face. Evlynn offered no argument, mounting her mother and sliding her muff against her mother's lips.

I wanted to watch, my view from my position of Evlynn's pert little ass had my attention, but her mother's pussy was calling out my name. I moved back into it to begin nibbling on her labia. The pungent aroma from Jacqui's body was so alluring.

With my fingers, I spread her lips open in order to see the glistening pink insides of her cunt. Not waiting any longer I mashed my face tightly against her, letting my tongue taste her hot pussy. This was my third pussy taste and I decided every pussy tasted different from another's.

Although Jacqui's cunt was tasty, I think I would still prefer to eat my mother's cunt than the other two. But, since Jacqui was here and my mouth was pressed against her pussy, there was no way I was going to pass on it. Don't tell Gran, but Jacqui was number two in my taste tests. I wondered for a second where Evlynn's cunt would end up ranking.

But, that was a thought for later. My attention returned to the open pussy before me. I licked Jacqui's open slit from top to bottom, covering my tongue with her wetness. Mmmm, good! My best friend's mother must have thought it was good as well since she was back to trying to hump my face. I hoped she wasn't being too distracted from her daughter's pussy to do a good job.

Finding her little button, I pursed my lips and sucked on it. Jacqui immediately began shrieking, the sound muffled by her daughter sitting on her face. I kept it going and Jacqui kept on humping my face. I learned that Jacqui had a hair trigger when it came to orgasms.

In minutes, Jacqui went into spasm, her muscles locking up, and shrieking ensuing. Her daughter must have lifted her body from her mother's mouth as the volume of noises increased by a huge margin. I was pleased when her pussy fluids drenched my face. The whole thing took my breath away.

I flopped to the side, lying on my back, fingering my own pussy. I wanted to have a climax of my own. My eyes clenched closed, I was surprised when the movement beside me had Evlynn licking my pussy. It did not take long before I squirted my juices over her. She climbed up my body, lay beside me, and we began to make out. Our hands roamed each other's body.

We were all startled when the doorbell rang. Jacqui murmured something about ignoring it. But the bell did not stop ringing. Soon, there was also the sound of hammering at the door. Then the hammering and the ringing doorbell sounds began to alternate.

Evlynn and I both looked up at her mother to see what she would do. Jacqui was wrapping herself in a silky looking robe. She left the room only to return shortly with my Momma.

"I guess I did not have to worry about you three after our talk," she said.

We three giggled our response.

"Jacqui," began Momma, "do you mind if I eat your daughter's pretty pussy since we're all here?"