2

n the early hours of the morning, the girls quietly sloped off. They had sobered up a little by now and looked a little sheepish. It was blindingly obvious from the preceding events that the two of them were sexually involved, but it seems that was a fact they found a little chastening at five in the morning, once all those mimosas had worn off. Maybe they only slept together when they were drunk?

He managed to get a few hours sleep, before he was awoken by someone pounding on his door. It was one of his buddies, waiting breathlessly for a full update on what he'd been up to with the hot twins. After sharing a few of a the gory details, Greg got dressed. They all checked out and headed back to the suburbs. He spent most of the day at his friend's house, smoking weed and playing computer games.

It was relatively late when he finally returned home. At first, he thought everyone had gone to bed; the house was silent and all the lights were off. But when he reached the kitchen, he found his mother sat at the table, nursing a bottle of wine. He stood there for a moment, just looking at her. Examining her. Studying her. She was wearing a silk robe, that had fallen open at the bottom to reveal her shapely legs. From this vantage point, he could also see a not inconsiderable amount of cleavage.

Is she naked under that robe? He wondered.

Greg was not unaware of his mother's aesthetic charms. You'd have to be blind not to notice how good looking she was. Not overly tall, but still in fabulous shape. She was all curves, all tits and hips. He remembered how her body fascinated him as a young child; resting his head on the perfect pillows of her chest, drawing patterns in her soft skin as he half-dozed on her lap. His actions were entirely innocent, he'd been a little boy after all, but there was always some intangible power she held over him.

As he grew older, his body maturing and blossoming, he saw his mother with fresh eyes. He was overwhelmed by her sexual charisma. He was bowled over by her luxurious physique. He'd seen her naked plenty of times; both his parents were very open with their bodies, and saw nothing shameful about displays of physical nudity. They weren't nudists, they didn't go strolling around in the altogether, but doors were rarely closed when they were getting changed.

He'd masturbated relentlessly as a teenager, and often thought of his mother as he did so. All his friends teased him about her, each one claiming they would nail her if she only gave them the word. He tried to sound offended, but he understood entirely where they were coming from. He'd do the same, he thought, if she only let him. All guys had a close bond with their mother; it just so happened his mother looked like a porn star.

Both of them seemed lost in concentration for a moment, but eventually Annie noticed the large, looming presence hovering nearby. She turned round and saw her son. Her wonderful, darling son.

"Oh Greggy, God, am I pleased to see you." She said, standing up and practically bounding across the room. Her robe came momentarily loose, revealing a delicious amount of cleavage - it turns out she was naked under that robe - and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey Mom," He replied, "What's up? You're acting like I've just got back from a two year rotation in Afghanistan."

"Can't I give my little boy a cuddle?"

Cuddle away, he thought to himself. His mother's body was a spectacular sight; it felt pretty good too, pressed against his, her large breasts squashed flat on his chest.

"Where's Dad and Kim?"

"In bed." She answered. "Separately."

"Well, duh."

"How was your weekend, camping?"

"Great. A lot of fun."

He imagined the moment, not quite twenty-four hours earlier, when he was lying on the bed in that shitty motel, with one blonde girl riding his cock, and another sat on his face. He hadn't been able to see, what with the skinny white ass blocking his view, but he'd imagined the twin sisters had been making out furiously, as the three of them fucked. Yeah, that was a lot of fun.

His dick was rapidly hardening at the thought, and he tried to pull loose from his mother's grip. But Annie clung on, if anything holding him tighter, her head resting on his shoulder, her hands stroking his back. If she felt his erection, she didn't utter a word. In a way, Greg hoped she did feel it; he kind of got a kick out of the idea.

In the silence of this house, as two other people slept soundly in their beds, mother and son held each other. Something strange was brewing, but only one of them realised it. It's as if their chemistry was being changed, their software was being reprogrammed. After she had witnessed her husband's betrayal, after she had seen him cavorting with their daughter, Annie had found herself lost and alone.

Then Greg had phoned and they had spoken. In that moment, a seed had burrowed into her mind. Now, the first green shoots from that seed were growing rapidly. That old saying of her mother once more bubbled up into her consciousness.

What's sauce for the goose...

She had known. She had always known. As she drove out of that diner car park, she knew what she was going to do. It was crystal clear. Obvious. But she had been unable to voice it to herself, unable to admit it. Well, now, for the first time, she was prepared to be explicit. Honest and truthful.

I want him.

I'll have him.

My husband is fucking our daughter.

So I will fuck our son.

For the last thirty-six hours, Annie had been in turmoil. But, with this decision made, she suddenly felt an almost preternatural calm descend upon her. All doubts, all concerns, vanished into the night. It seemed so obvious, she was amazed she hadn't thought of it before. From that moment she had seen him masturbating in the shower - hell, long before that - she had wanted him. Her mind hadn't computed that fact, but her body knew.

She stretched up on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. Both children still kissed their parents on the lips, they always had, so this didn't seem all that unusual. Not to begin with. But she held this embrace for much longer than usual. Her mouth remained closed, she didn't slip him any tongue, but their lips were pressed tightly together.

Then Annie pulled back a little, lifting her hands to his face, gently caressing his cheeks.

"I love you so much, you know that, don't you?" She whispered.

"Of course. I love you too, Mom."

"I love you more than anything. I love you more than anyone. More than your father. More than your sister."

Greg looked a little embarrassed, she could feel his cheeks flush. Yes, he did know, everyone knew the lie of the land in the Clemence household, but it wasn't something anyone normally admitted to. But, since his mother was being so candid, he felt the need to do likewise.

"It's the same for me, Mom. I love you the most. I mean, I love Dad...and Kim...I suppose...but you..."

"Shhh, you don't have to say anything more. I know. I just want you to know that no matter what happens in the future, whatever weird things may occur, you are the only thing that matters."

"Okay." He replied, in a quizzical tone, not really understanding the odd direction the conversation was taking.

"You, Gregory Raymond Clemence, are the love of my life."

She kissed him again. This, more of a quick peck. Then she moved back a step. For half a second she considered untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. Why not just get on with it? She imagined Greg fucking her on the kitchen table, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded away at her cunt.

But she restrained herself. Now didn't feel like the appropriate time. But soon, very soon, things would change.

"Are you heading up to bed?" She asked him.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yes. I'll just make sure everything is locked up. Good night, darling."

Greg slowly moved away, his mother watching every step as he disappeared into the hallway. Both of them eventually made their way upstairs. Greg got undressed and walked to the main bathroom, where he proceeded to masturbate furiously into the hand basin, ribbons of cum eventually splattering against the porcelain.

No more than thirty feet away, Annie was lying in bed, next to her snoring husband. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her clit with her fingers. Her other hand was tugging and twisting at her nipples. Before too long, she had to pull a pillow over her face, to stop her from screaming when she orgasmed. All the while, vivid images of her and her son making love, played out in her mind.

Both of them slept fitfully.

7

Life continued, as it always does. Each member of the Clemence household going about their business, keeping their secrets, living their lies. Ray and Kim carried on their illicit relationship, taking every opportunity they could to fool around. Kisses were shared, bodies were caressed, breasts and buttocks were grabbed and fondled.

Many mornings would find her sneaking into the bathroom, to spend special time with her father. Sometimes they would just chew the breeze, enjoying the opportunity to be alone together. On other occasions, they'd fuck in the shower, or she'd blow him, kneeling on the bathroom floor. There were times he might be stood, bare-chested, shaving his face, and Kim would be sat on the counter, wearing one of his shirts as a nightdress. Her legs would be spread apart and she might casually masturbate. Sometimes he would stick a finger or two inside her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. They would smile and glance at one another, a quiet, easy intimacy existing between them.

This was an incestuous affair that had been fully and comprehensively consummated. For Greg and Annie, that was all still to come, if it were to come at all. In the meantime, she acted coolly and calmly, never giving anything away. She found pretending surprisingly easy. She never let on for a second that she was aware of what her husband and daughter were doing. They had no idea she knew about their relationship. To be honest, in a way, she wasn't really that interested; all her attentions were now focussed on her son.

His seduction was progressing as planned. She had become ever more tactile and affectionate towards him, and she had been pretty touchy-feely with him already. Annie was forever hugging and stroking and caressing him. She wore shorter skirts, tighter pants, low cut tops. She was always sitting on his lap, or snuggling up with him on the couch.

Greg kind of knew something weird was going on, something he most certainly could not explain. His mother's behaviour was increasingly bizarre. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was coming on to him. Not that he really minded, he enjoyed flirting with her and he certainly didn't object to her being in such close physical proximity.

Then one day, somewhat out of the blue, she announced that she and Greg were going out for the evening.

"You don't want me and Kim to come with you?" Ray had asked.

"Well, you could, I suppose. But I'd like to spend some special time alone with my little man." She replied. "You don't mind, do you? It would be good for you and Kim to do likewise."

"No, no, you're quite right. It's a good idea. I'm sure we'll find something to do to entertain ourselves."

Yes, I'm sure you will, she thought to herself.

Annie dressed up for the occasion, finding a short, black wrap dress in the wardrobe; a garment she didn't think she'd ever actually put on before. It was tight on her, perhaps a size or two too small, but it only accentuated her curves, which was very much the intention. She wore her hair up, a fountain of red curls, a crown of glowing crimson. Beneath the dress, she wore expensive black lingerie and a pair of stockings. She had been freshly waxed that morning; her experience with the tennis pros at the club told her that nearly all young men liked their lovers to have a silky smooth snatch. Everything was all set, her plan was in motion; God willing, her son's dick would be inside her before the clock struck twelve.

She walked into the living room to find her husband and daughter lounging around together. Ray was sat on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table. Kim was sat next to him, her body draped against his. She had her arms wrapped round his neck, and she was whispering in his ear. Once more Annie was struck by their casual intimacy.

By God, they're not even trying to pretend, she thought to herself. They might as well strip naked and fuck right in front of me.

Annie hovered there for a second or two, before ostentatiously coughing, making her presence known. The two illicit lovebirds turned towards her. Annie could see Kim's fingers slipping between the buttons of Ray's shirt, gently stroking his chest.

"Wow, you look great, honey." Ray said, with an apparent earnestness.

"Thank you very much." She responded. "And what have you two got planned for this evening?"

"Oh, nothing special. Maybe some takeout and some TV."

Or maybe some oral and then fucking her doggy style, perhaps? Annie thought, waspishly.

Greg arrived, dressed smartly in a pair of slacks and a linen shirt. Annie took hold of his arm possessively and ushered him towards the front door.

"Have fun, you two." Ray said, as they walked away together, Kim already clambering onto his lap.

Mother and son got into one of the two cars parked out the front. Annie was driving and she made sure to let her dress ride up to reveal plenty of thigh. She drove a hundred yards or so down the road, until they were out of sight of the house, and then she parked up.

"Mom? Is there a problem?" Greg asked.

"No, no problem at all."

Annie unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to her son. She reached out and grabbed hold of his neck, pulling him towards her. Then, without word or warning, she kissed him full on the mouth. There was no pretence of maternal chasteness this time, her lips parted and her tongue snaked forward. Greg's eyes widened in surprise but he welcomed her tongue with his own.

For a full minute or more the two of them made out, open mouths clamped together, hands roaming brazenly. Then, as soon as it had begun, it had ended. Annie pulled back, gasping a little before licking her lips.

"Well, that was nice." She said.

"Mom, what the fuck?"

"You're a really good kisser, Greg. It makes me proud."

"Seriously, what the hell is happening?"

"You're a better kisser than your father. He's not terrible, don't get me wrong, but he doesn't like to linger. He wants to get on with other things. And that's okay, he's really good at other things. But sometimes a lady just wants to smooch."

"Are you unwell? Is something wrong?" Greg sounded more and more confused, more and more concerned.

"That's probably enough time, by now, knowing your father and sister." She said quietly, looking down at her watch. Then she looked up at her son and smiled, brightly. "Come on, let's go."

She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. For a moment, Greg remained in his seat, but eventually he joined her. Annie took his hand and walked down the street, heading back to the house. She led him across their large front yard, then down the side of the building. A motion sensor light came on, giving them both a short scare. Then they came to the rear of the property.

"I could've told you about this first, I suppose, but you probably wouldn't have believed me." She whispered in a conspiratorial tone, as they crept up to the large patio doors that opened out on to the backyard and the pool. "It's best if you just see it with your own eyes."

The Clemence family home was mostly open plan. The ground floor consisted of the main living area, sweeping through to a large kitchen/diner arrangement. Therefore, it was easy enough to see Ray and Kim together, even from this side of the house.

Kim was on her knees on the couch, bent double, her face buried in a pile of cushions, her ass waving in the air. She was naked, of course; the little strappy top and tiny shorts she'd been wearing had vanished. Ray was also in his birthday suit, standing behind her, his hands clamped to her waist as he fucked her remorselessly.

"Oooh, I think he's doing her in the ass." Annie said, with a curiously casual tone. "Wow, she's brave. Braver than I was at her age. Your father begged to let him have me in the butt. I said no for a long time. Don't worry though, it won't be a problem for us. I love anal now."

Greg wasn't really paying attention, he was too hypnotised by the scene playing out in front of him. What the hell were his father and sister up to? Well, the answer to that was pretty obvious; they were fucking each other's brains out. But why? And since when?

For a few moments he stood there, completely transfixed. He was, despite himself, rather impressed by his father's still-muscular frame, only partly gone to seed. And he was mesmerised by the sight of his sister, marvelling at her curvaceous figure, her buttocks quivering and vibrating as a large beefy cock slid in and out of her anus.

Suddenly, Annie was stood right next to him, almost cheek to cheek; the two of them looking at the spectacle playing out in front of them. He turned to face her, and before he knew it, they were kissing again. He pulled her towards him, enveloping her body in his arms. She giggled in his mouth, before pulling away.

"Let's go eat." She said.

The venue she had chosen was a very fancy hotel downtown. Greg was far from uncouth, he had eaten in plenty of smart restaurants, so he didn't feel particularly out of place. His look of nonplussed disorientation was entirely caused by the strange events of the evening so far. It was only after the waiter had taken their drinks order that he broached the incest-shaped elephant in the room.

"So, how long has it been going on?" He asked.

"It?" She replied, taking a sip of water.

"You know what I mean. Dad and Kim."

"How long have they been fucking each other? Is that what you're getting at?"

"Yes."

"I have absolutely no idea. I've only known about it for a few weeks. So, at least that long."

"And you didn't think to raise the matter with him? And when I say raise the matter, I mean cut his balls off with a knife?"

"Sure, I wanted to kill him when I found out. And her, the little slut. But what would that achieve?"

"So, you're just going to stand by while your husband cheats on you with your daughter?"

"I didn't say that. I'm most certainly not going to just stand by. I know exactly what I'm going to do."

"And that is?"

"Get even."

"Oh really? And how precisely are you going to do that?"

"I'm going to fuck you." She said with a smile.

"What?" He replied.

"I. Am. Going. To. Fuck. You. Or maybe you are going to fuck me. Either way, a whole lot of fucking is going to happen."

Greg sat there, his mouth flapping like a flag in the wind. He was a man who was rarely lost for words, but the cat had definitely got his tongue right now.

"I know this has all come as a bit of a shock. But if you think about it, it all makes perfect sense."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He stammered.

"We all know how things work in our family. Kim was your father's child, and you were mine. It's been like that since you were both toddlers. Obviously, they have become closer now. Why don't we do the same?""Because it's wrong. Because it's...it's incest." He hissed.

"And? So what? Do you think we're going to tell anyone? No one will know. Well, your father will know. And your sister. But they're hardly in a position to complain, are they?"

For a moment, Annie seemed to shift in her seat, as if something was happening under the table. Then he felt something move between his legs. Suddenly his mother's stockinged foot rubbed up against his already hard cock.

"I was telling you the truth when I said I loved you more than anyone else. You are my entire world. You always have been. Now, I want us to be together properly. Your father and sister have taught me an important lesson. You need to seize the day, be with the one you love."

"And you think that's me? Your own son?" He muttered, his voice breaking up, so distracted was he by her delicate footwork.

"I know it's you. I've known for much longer than I would ever dare to admit. I suppose your dad would understand, he must've felt the same way about Kim. Watching her grow, watching her mature, becoming a woman. The same way you have become a man. A very handsome man."

"And what makes you think I'd be interested?" He said, his breath quickening as her foot continued to rhythmically massage his dick.

"You certainly feel interested. I know you're attracted to me, sweetheart. A woman always knows. I've seen the way you look at me for years. My boobs mostly. I don't want to sound too conceited, but I'm hot. I know it. You know it. Men lust after me. Some women lust after me. You lust after me. I have no doubts you'll be interested."

"It just...it just...it just seems wrong."

"Yes, it is wrong, baby. But that's what makes it right. It's nasty. Dirty. Forbidden. A mother and son getting naked. Fucking each other. Jesus! I'm so wet right now, just thinking about it. About us. And if you're worried that I'm some middle aged prude, or out of date, let me reassure you on that score. Your father trained me well. I'm very obliging. Especially for you. You can have whatever you want, whenever you want it."

"Anything?"

"Anything at all. You know I've never been able to say no to you. I'm not going to start now."

At that moment, the waiter returned asking if they were ready to give their order. Neither of them had even looked at the menu, so she asked for a few more minutes. The waiter nodded and almost glided away. Annie's foot silently slipped back to the floor. She reached out and took his hand in hers.

"Look, I really do love you, Greg. And I want us to be together. If you really don't want this, we can forget all about it. But I think you do want it."

"If I did, and I'm only saying if, how do you think this would work?"

"I think you're old enough to know how things will work. You'll stick your dick in me. That's how it'll work."

"No, I mean what will this be? Are you going to be my girlfriend now? Or my little thing on the side. What happens when I meet someone I want to marry. What happens when I want to have kids?"

"Well, we can cross that bridge when we get there. Someone famous once said in the long run we'll all be dead. Let it be whatever it's going to be. If you want me to be your convenient little fuck-toy, your thing on the side, then that's what I'll be. But if you want something else, something more serious, I'll be that instead. It's entirely up to you."

"And what about Dad and Kim?"

"They've made their choice. We can make our own."

The conversation came to a halt, and the evening progressed as if it was entirely normal and routine. They ordered, they ate, they chatted pleasantly enough. Only as dessert ended, did Annie return to the task at hand. She reached into her purse and brought out a keycard. She lay it down on the table in front of Greg.

"I took the liberty of booking us a room upstairs. Room 1986." She said, conspiratorially, as if they were two spies plotting to bring down the state, rather than a mother and son embarking on an incestuous affair. "I'm going to go up there, get freshened up and wait. If you want to, you can come join me. And we'll begin. You don't have to, I'm not pressuring you into anything. If you want to walk away, walk away. The decision is up to you."

She stood up and walked away. But then she came back and kissed him on the top of his head. She leant down and whispered in his ear.

"I love you, sweetheart. Never forget that."

He watched her walk out the room. He was not alone in doing so. His mother was a fox, and she was dressed to impress. Her succulent hips were swaying as she sashayed along, her dress barely long enough to cover her stocking tops.

Greg sat there for a few minutes, studying the keycard intently.

You should leave, he thought to himself. Just get out of here.

But he knew that wasn't going to happen. Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, he got up and headed for the elevator. He reached the right floor and walked down the corridor, conscious of the thick heavy carpet beneath his shoes. Before he knew it, he was stood in front of Room 1986, the keycard pressed tightly in the palm of his hand. His grip was so firm, the plastic edge was painfully digging into his skin.

On the other side of the door, Annie was waiting. She had dispensed with the dress and was now stood in her high-heeled shoes, stockings and lingerie, which consisted of a tiny little g-string that wouldn't have been big enough to cover her bush, if she had one, and a matching half-cup bra. Her breasts looked truly magnificent on display, two succulent orbs of creamy tit-flesh, her nipples erect and almost pulsing with excitement.

She looked into the little peephole and could see her son hovering only a few inches away. Her hand reached out to open the door, but she pulled back suddenly, as if the handle was scalding hot.

He needs to make the decision, she thought to herself.

Time seemed to stand still for both of them. It felt like they were stood there for hours, even if it must only have been half a minute or more. Greg looked down the corridor one way, then the other. Finally, he turned back the way he came and walked towards the elevator, his shoulders drooping and his footsteps heavy.

Annie gasped, and it was only as she did so that she realised she'd been holding her breath. She saw her son disappear from sight, a crushing sense of disappointment washing over her.

Maybe he'll come back? She thought. Maybe he'll change his mind?

She clung to that crumb of comfort for a few minutes, but it was soon abundantly clear that he wasn't going to join her. She had been stood up. He wasn't going to fuck her. At least, he wasn't going to that night. Annie was disheartened, but she wasn't defeated. This was all a bit too much for him, she'd come on too strong. She should've played a longer game. All those thoughts came to mind, and she believed them. But Annie had seen the way he looked at her. She knew the way he had responded when she kissed him. She knew how much he had enjoyed it when she jerked him off with her stockinged foot.

She believed her son would soon be her lover. Not yet. Not tonight. But it was only a matter of time.

Annie retreated back towards the bed. She had paid for the room, she might as well use it. She was still horny, so she decided she might raid the minibar and watch some porn on the hotel's in-house entertainment system. For a second, she speculated on what Ray might say about her not coming home that evening, but she decided he would be too engrossed in other things to care.

She settled down on the bed, her fingers soon wandering beneath the delicate lace of her g-string, her clit throbbing with excitement and anticipation.

Soon. So soon.

8

Whatever it was - guilt, some kind of moral integrity or sheer bloody-minded stubbornness - Greg managed to hold out three whole days. He knew he wanted to fuck her. He had wanted to fuck her ever since he discovered all the fun he could have playing with his not so little pee pee. But she was his mother. And you don't fuck your mother. Except, now he could.

He had mostly stayed away from home, sleeping on couches at friend's houses. She understood, recognised he had things to think about. At least once a day she would send him a text message, telling him she loved him and she hoped he was okay.

On the morning of the third day after their unusual conversation, Annie was showering in her en-suite bathroom. No bath for her today. Ray and Kim had left, he was at work, she was at school. And Greg was still wherever Greg was. Or so she thought. She stood there, hot water powering down on her body, soap suds rolling along the crevices and peaks of her obscene frame.

She was alone,

Then she wasn't.

Suddenly he was there. It seemed to happen in an instant. One moment, the room was empty, apart from her; the next, it was not. She became conscious of his presence, his shadow looming over her. She knew who it was, instinctively.

Of course, she thought to herself, it had to happen here. This was where I first saw him, naked and erect. Masturbating. How could it happen anywhere else?

Annie turned slightly and saw her son standing there, just a few feet away. Once more, he was completely naked, his discarded clothes lay on the floor behind him, and his dick was already erect. It bobbed up and down a little in front of him. She gasped at the sight of him. His presence, his strength, his power. He was so tall, so big, so muscular. So beautiful.

Oh God, he's going to fucking destroy me with that body, she thought. And that cock. It's going to be amazing. This is going to change our lives forever.

She vividly recalled the day he was born. The crowded, noisy delivery room, full of men and women in gowns; and the sterile, incandescent glare of the fluorescent lights above her. She remembered the sounds and the smells. The sweat and the piss and the blood and the shit.

Kim had come out first, and it had been so easy and straightforward. The doctors were surprised how quick the labour had been, especially for a new mother. Kim had almost slipped out with ease, this tiny purple creature, howling and screaming, so deeply affronted at the inconvenience of being born.

The expectation was that her brother would soon follow, but Greg was reluctant to join her. He seemed perfectly happy to stay where he was, thank you very much. The medical staff assured her everything was okay, and that her son was just taking his time. Eventually, he made his appearance. He was a far more placid character than his fiery sister, and Annie remembered the moment when he was placed in her arms. Those tiny fingers. Those big blue eyes.

There was nothing tiny about him now, but the eyes were the same. Well, save for the fact they were now full of lust and forbidden desire.

The two of them stared at one another, big dopey grins appearing on their faces. Annie held out her arms, her hands opened towards his.

"My darling boy," She said, softly. "Come here, and make love to your mother."

Greg leapt forward, almost in a single bound, taking her hands in his, and joining her under the cascading water. He enveloped her body in his arms, lifting her up and spinning her round in a circle. Their open mouths met with perfect coordination, tongues lapping and fighting and duelling. His hands roamed all over her back and buttocks, his fingers exploring the thick, corpulent flesh of her rump.

She brought her hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, as she kissed his lips and chin and nose and forehead.

"My beautiful little boy, Mommy loves you so much."

"Me too, Mom."

"Now, fuck me. Please."

So he did.

In the end, it all happened so quickly. One moment they were stood there, in each other's arms; the next she was shoved up against the wall, her legs spread wide apart. Greg took hold of his monster cock, lining it up with her vaginal lips. He looked at her, gazing intently into her soul. He raised a quizzical eyebrow.

You want this dick? You want your son's dick inside you? He didn't utter the words out loud, but that was what he was saying.

She nodded her head furiously. There was nothing she wanted more.

With absolute intent, but without saying a word, Greg forcefully moved his hips forward; his prick pushing relentlessly, remorselessly, into his mother's cunt. Annie's mouth dropped wide open, as she emitted a deep, full-throated groan, so overwhelmed was she by her son's power and strength and hardness.

"Oh myyyyyy Gooooooodddddd!!!" She screamed, his cock buried balls-deep.

They kissed some more, hot and dirty, full of spit and tongue. Then he grabbed hold of her tits, burying his face in her cleavage. He wrapped his lips round a nipple and started sucking frantically, more and more of her breast disappearing into his mouth. He wanted to swallow the entire thing whole, but had to content himself with chewing on a rubbery teat.

"I never...breast fed you...as a baby." She said, between panting gasps. "Your father...thought...it would ruin my tits. I wish...I wish I had. I'm so sorry. You can suck on them now."

Greg moved from one breast to the other, biting down on each nipple, licking and sucking with a rabid frenzy. Annie ran her hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his muscular back. As she did so, his cock continued to move like a piston, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Her body was lifted up and down against the cold wet tiles of the wall.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, my darling boy!" She screamed, as their naked figures slapped together.

They kissed again. Their bodies were like a sculpture in lust, some obscene, pornographic statue. This young man, this perfect physical specimen, and his ridiculously buxom mother. The muscles in his buttocks and legs, flexing with every incestuous thrust. Their bodies pressed tightly together, skin rubbing against skin, flesh against flesh.

They moved with the precision of a finely engineered Swiss watch, every mechanism in its right place, every component minutely designed to work in perfect harmony. No cogs and wheels, but a cock and a cunt. At its core, its union, this pile-driving column of thick, hard meat, pounding away at a wet, velvet vice. Surely, no dick had ever fit any pussy as perfectly as this?

"I love you Mom, I love you so much." He whispered.

"I love you too, baby. I'll never stop loving you. I'm yours now. I belong to you. You can have me whenever you want."

"I'm gonna cum."

"Cum inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel your cum inside my cunt. Inside your mother's cunt. Mark me. Claim me. Own me."

With one final thrust, he pushed her up on tiptoes, her back pressed tightly against the wall. He roared and bellowed, as his dick erupted deep inside her. She could feel it twitch and pulse, as ribbons of his semen shot out of his cock, and splashed against the walls of her hot, wet snatch. His orgasm triggered her's, her entire body shaking and rocking, as waves of ecstasy rolled through her naked frame.

They stared at each other, his dick still buried between her legs, both of them overwhelmed by the magnitude of what had just happened between them. They were stunned, dumbfounded, shocked. Then Greg, having lost not a fraction of his hardness, began to fuck his mother some more. The deluging water from the shower head disguising their sweat and their tears of utter, blissful joy.

They remained in there for nearly an hour. After cumming inside her for a second time, Greg took it upon himself to clean his mother's body. He took the shower head down and began rinsing her skin, taking special care to hose out all of the spunk in her cunt. Eventually, he dropped the shower head to the floor, so he could finger her pussy. He sucked on her tits some more, as his hand forced its way inside her. Before too long she was screaming his name, as she squirted her sexual fluids all over the pair of them.

Then, like the indulgent yet decadent parent she was, she insisted on giving him a blowjob. She sank to her knees and wrapped her lips round his cock, cupping his balls in her hand, as she licked the ridge of his purple head. Then she pushed forward, swallowing more and more of his hard dick. Greg couldn't quite believe the sight before him; his mother looking up at him, as his member vanished into her open, welcoming mouth. She choked and gagged on his length, her head bobbing back and forth. As she sucked and licked and bit on his prick, her hand rubbed furiously at her clit. She came again and again.

Annie was an accomplished cocksucker, and Greg's dad was well hung; so she was quickly able to accommodate her son's powerful cock. He had never been deep-throated before, no girl or woman he'd slept with had ever been able to manage it, but his mother was made of sterner stuff. Soon her lips were touching his neatly trimmed pubic hair, large tears rolling down her cheeks. She held that position for a few moments, he could feel the muscles of her mouth and throat undulating against his dick. Massaging his length. Then she pulled back, gasping for air, as long strands of spittle and bile stretched between them.

She looked up at him, panting heavily, a vision of unadulterated lust in her eyes. Then she took hold of his hands and brought them to the top of her head, placing them gently on her scalp. At first he was uncertain of what she wanted him to do, but soon enough he worked it out. She wanted him to take control. She wanted him to skull-fuck her. So he did exactly that.

His hands burrowed into her wet, matted hair, forming handles. Reins. She opened wide, her jaw slack as he began to thrust back and forth. Both of them could only emit the most primal of noises; groans and moans, murmurs and yelps. Annie tugged at her nipples, twisting them savagely as her son mercilessly fucked her mouth. Her jaw was numb, her throat burned, but she never dreamed of telling him to stop. She wanted to be used. She wanted her body to become a vessel for his pleasure. Nothing else mattered.

Eventually, he pulled back and she knelt there, mouth open, with her tongue out. He jerked off for a few moments, then he exploded all over her face. Gobs of cum splattering against her nose, her cheeks, her lips. She didn't flinch, she didn't close her eyes. She just stared up at him as he came all over her. That face. That beautiful, oh so familiar face. The same one that he remembered from when she told him bedtime stories as a child. Or the face that had kissed him better when he fell over in the street.

Now his spunk was dripping from it, like fresh frosting on a glazed doughnut.

They were both exhausted by now, but their shared sexual desires were still too strong. Too potent. They turned off the shower and towelled each other down in the most cursory way possible. Then, hand in hand, they entered the bedroom and collapsed on to the mattress in each other's arms. For half an hour or so, they just lay there, rolling around, cuddling and kissing. Occasionally they might whisper something to each other, giggle at a shared joke, then kiss some more. They didn't want to lose eye contact for a moment, the two of them stared at each other, as their hands wandered hither and yon.

His body is so hard, she thought.

Her skin is so soft, he thought.

Then, with a devilish twinkle in her eye, she told him to get up on his hands and knees. He did as he was told, and repositioned himself on the mattress. She slid down on to the floor behind him, and steadied herself. She trailed patterns on the back of his legs with her fingernails. Then she began to gently kiss and lick his thighs. He could feel her hot breath, as her lips moved slowly up and down. Then she grabbed hold of his buttocks and buried her face between his cheeks. He yelped in surprise as her tongue burrowed into his squeaky clean anus. She reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock, tugging on it forcefully as she munched away at his butthole.

They made love several more times that day. She was on her hands and knees, with him fucking her doggy style. Then she rode his dick like he was a bucking bronco. Finally, they did it missionary, Greg lying on top of his mother, his cock gently sawing in and out of her cunt. Then they just lay there, their naked bodies wrapped round each other. Both of them were blissfully content, revelling in the extraordinary feelings washing over them. Neither of them were remotely concerned or uneasy about what they had done. It felt so wonderful, so natural, so right.

He was playing with her hair, that luxurious red mane he had adored since he was a little boy.

"So what happens now?" He asked.

"We better get cleaned up. These sheets will need changing. This room probably stinks too."

"I meant more generally."

"Oh, generally. Well, generally I'd suggest we keep on doing this. Fucking each other. As much as humanly possible. You want that too, don't you?"

"Of course. But what about Dad? What about Kim?"

"What about them?"

"We keep this secret, I suppose?"

"Oh God no!" She exclaimed with absolute candour and sincerity, as if that was the most stupid suggestion in the chronicled history of suggestions. "I slept with you because I love you. I will keep on sleeping with you because I love you. Never forget that. But I also did it to get even with your father. How the fuck am I supposed to do that, if he doesn't even know?"

"So, you're just going to tell him?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Mommy will take care of everything. You just need to worry about taking care of me with that lovely cock of yours. Okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

She kissed him gently on the cheek, then settled comfortably enough on his chest. Everything had changed. Their lives had been turned upside down. But for now, Annie just wanted to enjoy this moment. Tomorrow would take care of itself.

9

This was a house that had hidden many secrets. Now it would hide some more. Annie didn't tell Ray, at least not straight away. For several weeks, she carried on her new relationship with their son, while he continued fucking their daughter. Both couples would sneak around, hiding their activities from the other. Annie was content to enjoy the special closeness she and Greg now shared. Becoming lovers meant they had to relate to each other in a different way. It took some getting used to, living as equals, rather than as parent and child, but they coped admirably. Their love for each other was genuine and intense, in the same way it was for Ray and Kim.

But she did want her husband to know, she hadn't been dishonest about that. So, eventually the truth was going to have to come out. In the end, Annie relied on a similar tactic she had employed a few weeks before. One Saturday lunchtime she announced that she and Greg were going to go shopping. After reassuring her husband and daughter they'd be gone for hours, she led her son out of the house and they drove around for twenty minutes or so. Then they returned home, again parking down the street.

Once more they sneaked back to the building, but this time they came in through the front door. Like a couple of cat-burglars they practically tiptoed through the hallway and approached the main living area. Ray and Kim were a little too preoccupied to notice their presence.

He was sat in a big leather armchair at the far end of the room. As always seemed to be the way when he and his daughter had the place to themselves, he was naked, with his head lying back and his eyes closed. Kim was on her knees in front of him, also without a stitch on, and she appeared to be sucking his dick. Neither Annie or Greg could see from their vantage point, but her head was bobbing up and down lazily, as her father groaned and moaned in pleasurable contentment.

The two interlopers stood there for a few moments, surveying the scene in front of them. A period of calm, perhaps, before the storm of recriminations that was sure to follow? Annie was once more struck by the sheer physical perfection of her daughter. The amazing shape of this young woman, her long naked back, the dimples at the base of her spine, the way her buttocks flexed and pulsed, as she went about her sensual business.

Holy Christ! Annie thought to herself, it's no wonder he wanted to fuck her.

This was not a particularly energetic or vigorous blowjob, Kim was slowly sucking on her father's cock. Her slurping and licking were audible, but she was taking her sweet, sweet time. There was a languid quality to the proceedings. Annie had no doubt that there had been plenty of occasions when she had sucked him off in a far more frantic and fervent manner, but this was not one of them. Kim's hands were stroking Ray's thighs, or cupping his balls.

Finally, Annie thought she had seen enough. She stepped forward and coughed.

"Ahem."

There was no response, so she coughed again. A little bit louder.

"Ahem!"

This time, Ray did respond. His head bobbed up slowly and he opened his eyes. For a moment, he just sat there, staring at his wife and son, while his daughter gave him a blowjob.

"Oh fuck." He muttered, his head falling back once more.

"Yeah, that sounds about right, you dirty, cheating asshole!" Annie exclaimed, with furious and not quite entirely righteous indignation.

It was at this precise moment that Kim became aware of what was going on. She dislodged her daddy's cock from her gullet and turned round, wide-eyed in disbelief. She squealed in shock, suddenly trying to cover her naked body with some of the cushions she had been kneeling on.

"Oh, don't bother, sweetheart." Annie said, in a dismissive, caustic tone. "You don't have to get all coy now. I think the damage is already done, don't you?"

Kim didn't say a word, she just sat there, between her father's legs, clinging to his hand, like a scared child. Ray didn't bother covering himself up, but he did at least have the decency to lose his erection.

"Annie...I...I..." Ray stammered.

"What? We're you going to tell me you could explain? It doesn't look like this needs much explaining. You're fucking our daughter. You have been for a while. What more explanation is needed?"

"Well...uh..."

"Exactly."

Annie turned round and held out her hand to her son. He had been stood there, looking like a spare prick at a wedding, mostly trying not to gawk at his naked sister.

"Greg, darling, come here."

He stepped forward and took her hand. She pulled him towards her and kissed him full on the mouth. This was a clinch designed to make a point, so Annie made sure that it was as noisy and obvious as she could manage. For thirty seconds or more she pressed herself tightly against him, their tongues rolling around with gusto and spite. She could feel his hands on her ass, his fingers grabbing a tight hold of her fleshy buttocks.

Finally, she stepped back, strands of spittle stretching between her lips and his. Then she turned back to face her husband.

"When it comes to sleeping with our kids, Ray; well, two can play at that game."

He didn't reply. He just looked at both of them.

"Now, your son and I are going to go upstairs, and he is going to fuck me in the ass."

Kim gasped a little at hearing this, which, considering how many times her father had done the exact same thing to her, seemed a little prissy.

"You can get up and leave, take Kim somewhere and walk out. Or, if you want, you can come join us. The decision is yours."

Annie walked out and Greg followed her. Ray looked down at his daughter, who mouthed the word wow, and the two of them pondered their next move.

Annie was true to her word. Five minutes later she was in bed with Greg and he was indeed buried balls deep in her rectum. He was lying down, with his mother on top of him. She was facing away from him, looking at the bedroom door. Waiting. She could see herself in that big full length mirror, speared on her son's cock. They made for quite a sight.

On the night she had revealed to her son what his father and sister were up to, Annie had reassured him that anal sex was not going to be a problem for them. He hadn't really been listening, too engrossed was he in the sexual scene playing out in front of him, but she had been completely sincere. In the six weeks or so they'd been sleeping together, she had regularly let him have her in the ass. She enjoyed anal. There was an intensity to it, a seriousness, that she particularly enjoyed.

Soon enough, Ray and Kim appeared in the bedroom. They hadn't exactly got dressed, but he had put on a pair of boxers and she was wearing his shirt. Both of them stood at the foot of the bed, looking on as Annie bounced up and down on her son's dick, a sheen of sweat already visible.

"Oh God...your boy sure has...a big cock." Annie said to her husband, between deep, panting breaths. "I really struggled...to take him in the ass the first time we tried it...but you know how persistent I am."

"That I do." Ray said, his dick visibly stiffening.

"He's really in deep now. He's...he's filling me up completely. Afterwards...he likes it when...when I lick him clean. When it's all greasy...and a bit dirty. He's so tasty. Does she do that for you?"

"Of course." He said, nonchalantly. "She is her mother's daughter, after all."

Half a smile appeared on Annie's face, before disappearing under the relentless onslaught of pleasure she was feeling. She hadn't really planned for this. She had intended to reveal her relationship with Greg, and then...and then...well, she didn't know. A blazing row perhaps. Ray and Kim trudging off in to the night?

But when she had seen them together, close up and in the throes of illicit passion, she had been turned on more than anything else. Everything that had happened since was pure incestuous improvisation.

"You know...I still have...a couple more holes that need filling." Annie said, softly.

Ray didn't need any more prompting. He shucked off his boxer shorts and clambered on to the bed. After some reorganisation he stuck his dick inside her cunt. Annie gasped. This wasn't her first experience of double penetration, but it was the first time she'd done it two guys as well endowed as Ray and Greg. It was also the first time she'd done it with a father and his son. Her son too, of course.

Initially, it was a little clumsy, the two men struggling to find the right rhythm. But eventually they made things work, and Annie was soon screaming at the top of her lungs, as wave after wave of sexual ecstasy swept over her body. There was a power and intensity to what she was feeling; the sheer perversity of it all was overwhelming. Both men could feel the other's cock, separated by a thin wall of skin and tissue, their hardness was clear and pronounced.

Kim stood there, looking on, feeling a little surplus to requirements. She couldn't quite believe what she was seeing; her father, mother and brother writhing around on the bed like a three-headed sex monster. She could see legs and arms and tits and ass. The smell of sex was almost too much. Kim was sopping wet despite her slight sense of alienation.

Her mother saw her discomfort and reached out her hand.

"Come on, princess, don't be bashful. Join in the fun."

Kim smiled an almost childlike smile and then quickly removed the shirt she was wearing. She got on to the bed, joining the rest of her family. Ray kissed her softly, then she turned to her mother, and the two women delicately brought their mouths together. Their lips barely touched at first, soft skin brushing against soft skin, but soon enough they were making out ferociously. Annie was a bisexual in good standing and Kim was, at the very least, clearly open to experimentation.

All three of them - mother, father, daughter - experimented briefly with a shared kiss. They couldn't quite get the logistics right, tongues and noses and lips butting into each other, but they certainly enjoyed trying. All the while, Greg's hips were bouncing up and down, as he continued to pummel away at his mother's butthole.

"Don't neglect your brother," Annie whispered to Kim, looking back over her shoulder. "He's got quite the tongue on him. I've been training him well."

Kim smiled and, without giving it much thought, moved up the bed. She swung her leg over Greg's head and promptly sat on his face, grinding her wet slit into his open mouth. He started licking and chewing at her clit, his tongue then probing inside her cunt. Annie was right, he had been well trained, and she could feel his dick grow even harder inside her ass.

After the two men orgasmed inside Annie, she insisted they offer a similar service to her daughter. Kim had never been DPed before, and she found the experience almost too powerful. She had almost passed out by the time her father and brother had finished with her. Annie gently lapped away at her pussy and asshole, licking out two loads of fresh, hot Clemence-branded semen. Once she had a mouthful of the slimy mixture, she crawled up the bed and kissed her daughter, dribbling cum between her lips. The two of them tongued each other's mouths, sharing the salty contents.

For the next few hours, the sexual shenanigans continued, in various different combinations.

Ray fucked Annie.

Greg fucked Kim.

Annie fucked Kim.

Greg fucked Annie and Kim.

Ray fucked Kim and Annie.

The two men seemed reasonably relaxed in each other's presence, their dicks rubbing together at certain crucial moments, but they avoided any direct sexual contact. Annie knew her husband's preferences on these matters. They had swung on plenty of occasions, and Ray was happy to get it on while another guy was around, but he was too tediously heterosexual to dabble in anything more advanced. And it looked like his son was following in his footsteps. Annie had enjoyed vague fantasies of watching the two men blow each other, but she conceded it was a somewhat unlikely aspiration. For now.

Eventually, Greg and Kim had exhausted themselves, and were lying naked on the bed together, their limbs intertwined, both of them snoring lightly. Ray and Annie stood over them, watching them sleep, the same way they had when they were babies. The two parents walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Ray poured them both a scotch and they settled down on the couch together.

For the longest of times, nothing was said. Both of them just wallowing in the magnitude of what had happened. Neither of them able to truly compute what they had done. Ray looked over at his wife and smiled.

"So..." He said.

"So indeed." She replied.

"All is forgiven then?"

"Not for a second." She said, coolly. "Don't think you can get away with things that easily, buddy."

"But we all just..."

"Got it on?"

"Yes."

"Yes, we did. And no doubt, we'll all get it on again. Repeatedly. But you still betrayed me."

"You slept with Greg."

"I am sleeping with Greg, there's no past tense about it. But you fucked Kim first, and I wouldn't have done anything with our son, if you had kept your hands off our daughter."

"Really?"

"Oh God, I don't know." She sighed. "Maybe. Maybe not. But either way, it's still a betrayal."

"I'm sorry, baby. I really am."

"Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?"

"I don't know."

"You'll have to move out."

"What?"

"I don't mean out of the house, but out of our bedroom. Greg will be sleeping with me from now on."

"You're joking?"

"No I'm not. There are new rules from today onwards. One of them is I share my bed with my son. He's my partner now.My husband, I suppose, for want of a better word. I belong to him. I think you and Kim should move into the main guest bedroom. It's almost as big as our room, and it's got an en-suite bathroom."

"I don't understand. Are we splitting up?"

"In a way, yes. In a way, no. There are consequences for the things we do Ray. I was perfectly content for you to fuck your interns at work, or some college girl you picked up in a bar. I had my distractions too, after all. But Kim was something different. Very different. You can't dismiss incest as a fling, a little thing on the side."

"I don't."

"I see the way you look at her. I see the way she looks at you. I've seen the way you fuck. It's clear you're crazy about each other. You want to be together as a couple. Now, you can."

"And what about you and Greg?"

"He's my soulmate. He's the love of my life."

"And there I was, thinking that was me."

"No." She said instantly, with a sense of total definitive finality. "I love you. I love you very much. But with him it's different. It always has been. I can't explain it."

"I don't think you have to. I think I know how you feel. I feel the same way about Kim."

"Well, this is a fine old mess we find ourselves in, isn't it?"

"So, are we getting a divorce?"

"No, I don't see any reason to do that. It's not like either of us can get remarried. We still love each other. I'll still want to fuck you on occasion." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"On occasion? When my son allows it?"

"Yes, pretty much. He has first claim on my body. He owns me. But clearly he doesn't mind sharing me with others. Anyway, I think you'll find you'll have your hands full with as much teenage pussy as Kim can provide. She's a real knockout."

"She is that."

"All this is, is a change in priorities. Greg is now my number one priority. Kim is yours. We'll all live together and no one else will know what's going on."

"One big happy family...that fucks each other?"

"I guess."

"And what about tonight?"

"What about it?"

"The hot and crazy, fuck-fest we all just took part in. Was that just a one off?"

"I very much doubt it." She said with a chuckle. "We're both crazily horny most of the time, and clearly our children have followed in our footsteps. Do you think for a second those two aren't going to be sniffing around each other like a couple of dogs in heat? Two young people who are blessed with incredible good looks and a truly voracious sexual appetite? No, they are going to be fucking like rabbits. It's all we'll be able to do to keep up with them. There's going to be no shortage of sex in this house, from now on."

"Speaking of which," Ray said, as he lay down his scotch on the coffee table, and reached over to cup her breast. "Do you think the new man in your life would mind terribly if the old man in your life had one more fuck for the road?"

"I imagine he'd be okay with it." She said, as she lay back on the couch, and spread her legs wide apart. "He doesn't have to know, of course."

10

Eighteen months later

Greg was running late. He was racing home in the brand spanking new car his parents had bought him for his twenty-first birthday - having your mother as your girlfriend definitely had plenty of perks - and he may well have been failing to observe some of the local speed limits, as he did so. He was in a hurry because he had a date. A hot date. And this was a date he knew for a fact was going to put out.

He and his mom were going out for a meal. Their destination was the upmarket hotel the two of them had visited the night she had first propositioned him. There would be no reluctance on his part this time and he imagined what it would be like fucking her in that classy bedroom, on the finest cotton sheets, with her stockinged legs wrapped round him.

But he'd been held up and so now he was stepping on the gas, desperate to avoid disappointing her. He hated doing that. He loved her so much, he never wanted to let her down.

The last year-and-a-half had been quite the revelation for this young man. Engaging in a committed relationship was a real eye opener. Doing so with his own mother, was truly mind-blowing. He'd never had a serious girlfriend before. Sure, he'd fucked around a lot, and he'd had a few casual relationships, but this was different. She was different.

It was hard sometimes. Really hard. All couples have their downs as well as their ups. That was true for Greg and Annie. It wasn't just an unending cavalcade of blissful domesticity, with lashings of hot, nasty sex, although there was plenty of that. They were were trying to forge a real, full-time relationship together, and that was kind of a weird when you considered who they were and how they were related to each other.

They had both had to learn to play new roles in each other's lives. She was his mother; he was her son. And that was never going to change. But they were also girlfriend and boyfriend now. Lovers. Partners.

Arguments were surreal. They'd endured a few blowouts. Not too many, they were happily compatible most of the time, but there had been a few rows. After a particularly intense falling out - which had led to some blisteringly hot make-up sex - Annie had raised the issue with him.

"I know it's weird, baby." She had said to him, as she rested her cheek on his chest, their bodies still glistening with fuck-sweat. "We're going to have to adapt. I've got to learn to relate to you as my partner, not just as my son. I can't expect you to defer to me, just because that's what you've done since you were a kid. And I can't just pull rank every time, just because I'm your mom."

"Do you want me to call you Annie, from now on? Would that make it easier, if we pretend I'm not your son?"

"No, no, no. God no. I am your mother. I never want you to forget that. When you're inside me, when you're buried deep inside me, I want you to know exactly who I am. I want you to know whose cunt it is your fucking."

"Or ass."

"Yeah, or ass. Or mouth. Whenever we have sex, I want you to tell yourself, this is my mother, I'm fucking. The same way I always tell myself, this is my son. The fact it's incest, the fact we're committing incest together, mother and son, only makes it about a million times hotter. Don't you think?"

"Fuck, yeah." He replied, with a grin.

She reached down between her legs, and slipped a couple of fingers inside herself. She brought them out and waved them slowly in front of his face. They were sticky, covered in her juices and his seminal fluid.

"That's your cum, baby. That's my little baby boy's cum, and you blasted it all inside me. Your mother. I can feel it trickling out of my cunt right now, rolling past my lips, onto my leg."

"We're a couple of sick mother-fuckers aren't we?"

"Well, technically the only mother-fucker is you. But we are both sick. And isn't it wonderful? But I don't want to forget the point I was making. Yes, I'm your mother, but I'm also your girlfriend, your partner. You're my man, and we have to remember that."

"Does that mean you're my woman?"

"I've been yours since the moment you were born. Not sexually, of course, but in every other way. You stole my heart from the beginning, it was only a matter of when you'd have me like this. I belong to you, heart and soul. You own me."

"I like the sound of that. You're not just my woman, or my mother, you're my sweetheart."

"Oh baby, don't you know it."

Now, back at the house, and Greg's sweetheart was getting ready for her date. She'd put on a pair of stockings - he loved her in nylons, preferably black - and a bra. No panties. Greg preferred it when she didn't wear any, and Annie tended to defer to whatever he liked. Then she pulled on a shortish green dress, that complemented her dark red hair, and touched up her makeup.

She wandered out of the room and headed towards the stairs, passing what had been Kim's bedroom.

But was now the nursery.

The door was open, and she peered inside. Ray and Kim were stood together. He had his arm round his daughter's shoulder, and the two of them were looking down at the contents of the cot in front of them. Annie quietly strolled in and joined them. She didn't need any excuse to spend time looking at her new grandchildren.

Lying together, covered in a soft little blanket decorated with teddy bears, were two little babies. All chubby cheeks and tiny fingers; both of them were fast asleep. Only a few months old, you could hardly tell them apart. They were twins, as so often was the way in the Clemence family, a little boy and girl. James and Louise; Ray and Kim's children.

As beautiful and healthy as you could possibly hope or imagine.

"How long have they been down?" Annie whispered.

"About twenty minutes," Kim replied. "If we're lucky they won't need feeding for a few hours."

Annie looked at her daughter, and was struck by the contradictions in her. She looked tired, obviously so bearing in mind what responsibilities she now had, yet she glowed with a freshness Annie could hardly comprehend. She looked young - so young - yet there seemed to be a maturity about her now, that had never been there before. Motherhood would do that to you, Annie supposed.

"Why don't you go take a nap, darling? I can take care of these two little terrors if they wake up." Ray said.

"Okay, Daddy. I am kind of tired." She yawned and gave them both a kiss. Then she wandered off in the direction of the room she now shared with her father.

It was not inevitable, but it was perhaps likely, that Kim would quickly fall pregnant. She had been talking about it almost from the day she and Ray had started sleeping together. She insisted she had never missed taking the pill, but both Annie and Greg had their suspicions. Becoming grandparents at such a relatively young age - although Ray was becoming a parent again at a relatively late age - had not been part of the deal; but what was that old line again? How do you make God laugh? You tell him your plans.

Since everything had first come out in the open, an almost obscene amount of fucking had taken place. None of them had to keep things secret anymore, so they were all let off the leash. Those first few months were akin to a bacchanalian orgy. Annie and Ray had almost been frightened by the sheer amount of sex taking place.

Mostly they kept to their own teams, Ray slept with Kim, Annie slept with Greg. But both parents knew the twins were fooling around with each other on occasion. Then there were family nights. Once or twice a month, all four of them would spend an evening fucking and sucking each other, apart Ray and Greg of course. Their dull conventionality in this matter shone through at all times. Both men would sleep with both women, so Annie knew her son had cum inside his sister's cunt on plenty of occasions.

It was therefore not impossible that Greg could in fact be the father of her babies, but Kim insisted Ray was the guilty party. She had no way of knowing that fact, but there was a certain logic to it; no matter what she might have been getting up to with her brother, Kim spent every night in bed with her father. He had fucked her countless more times than Greg ever would. Statistically he was far more likely to be responsible. In the end, it didn't really matter; everyone considered Ray to be the dad, and so that's what he was going to be.

Annie had watched her daughter walk out of the room, and then she turned to smile at the man who was still, technically, her husband.

"So, how's fatherhood finding you, Raymond." She asked.

"Exhausting. Exhilarating. Miraculous. Mind-blowing." He said, with a weary smile.

"And how is our little girl doing in the motherhood stakes?"

"She's a natural. She's taken to parenting with greater ease than either of us did."

"Well, that wouldn't be too hard."

"I don't know, I think we were pretty good parents."

"Duh...I think child protective services might find an incest-shaped hole in your argument."

"Whatever. She's going to be a great mom."

Annie nodded.

In many ways, the most destructive aspect of all that had taken place in the Clemence household, since mother and father decided to sleep with son and daughter, was the damage done to the relationship between Annie and Kim. They had never been as close as most mothers and daughters, but they had loved each other. They still did. But things were a bit strained between them.

On some level, Annie wondered if she was perhaps a little indignant that she had stolen her husband away from her. Sure, she had Greg now, and she was happier with him than she had ever been with Ray, but still it stung a little. Deep down. Her husband had traded her in for a new model, in the most taboo and brutal way possible.

Not that it stopped mother and daughter sleeping together. The two women had eaten each other out on plenty of occasions, usually during those family orgies that took place every couple of weeks. Both of them understood the appeal of their carnal activities for the men in their lives. Boys were so predictable and easily entertained. But they had slept together a handful of times when the guys had been absent, although that was a fact they had kept to themselves.

The first time it had happened was one evening when Ray and Greg got plum tickets to watch a baseball game. Annie and Kim had been invited, but neither of them were very interested in sports. The two men had said their goodbyes and driven off together. Once they were gone, the two women looked at each other, a strangely tense and erotic atmosphere apparent to them both.

"So, what do you want to do?" Annie had asked her daughter.

Ten minutes later, they were both naked and fisting each other on the floor.

The sex between Greg and Annie or Ray and Kim could be vigorous, intense, even a little violent on occasion; but there was always an underlying sweetness and tenderness to it. With Annie and Kim, that was wholly absent. There was a powerful anger and almost a malice to their lovemaking. Not that there seemed to be much love present.

Kim was submissive, Ray had learned that fact, and she even had a masochistic tendency. She liked to be slapped, choked, spat on. Even pissed on every so often. She liked a bit of pain and she got off on a little light humiliation. Ray was never exactly happy to administer this sort of treatment, but he did it because he knew his daughter enjoyed it.

Annie had no such qualms. When she was with Greg or Ray, she too tended towards the submissive. But with her daughter, all that went out the window. With Kim, she was in charge. She didn't mind being rough, she enjoyed it in fact. This was something that disturbed her a little. Annie was almost bit scared about how she behaved when the two of them were together. She felt like she was out of control. She wanted to punish Kim, and it seems Kim sometimes wanted to be punished. That realisation unnerved Annie but she knew it excited her too. She rarely came with greater intensity than when she was fucking her little girl.

The somewhat uneasy situation between Annie and her daughter was a not inconsiderable wrinkle in the new status quo they all enjoyed. She thought it was something they would have to address at some point, but there were other priorities that had to be dealt with first.

"Speaking of great moms, that's something you're going to have to get used to again, isn't it?" Ray said, looking at the small bump that was beginning to show underneath Annie's dress.

If Kim's pregnancy had been something of a surprise, Annie's was anything but. She had known almost as soon as she spread her legs for her son for the first time, that she was going to let him knock her up. She had planned it. She wanted to carry his baby. She yearned for it. Needed it. It had just seemed so natural and so right. It was inevitable.

She had told Greg as much, and he, after a certain initial reluctance, had gone along with the idea. Annie knew she had no time to waste. She had only recently turned forty, and a pregnancy could be difficult enough at her age, even if you ignored their close genetic connection. Once Kim had announced her happy news, Annie knew the time was right. She had stopped taking the pill, and she had told Ray he was to have no access to her pussy for the foreseeable future. He could still fuck her ass and she would happily suck him off, but only her little boy's spunk was going anywhere near her eggs.

It took a while, but eventually one of Greg's sturdy little swimmers did its job. Now, she was four months gone. She was only carrying the one passenger, the twins came from Ray's side of the family. But then Greg came from his side of the family too.

"Are we going to put the new baby in with these two?" Ray asked. "Or will we convert Greg's old room into a second nursery?"

"God only knows," Annie replied, "But we've got plenty of time to figure it out."

She began to walk away, but then Ray took hold of her hand and pulled her back.

"Hey, Annie, are we okay?" He asked, a strangely intense tone in his voice.

"Okay? What do you mean?"

"I don't know. It's just, well, everything has happened so fast. Sometimes, I just can't believe all the changes that have taken place. I mean, we're grandparents, for God's sake."

"Yeah, I know."

"Christ knows what the neighbours think."

"Yeah, there must be some fine grade-A gossiping going on round here."

"But I mean, Jesus, look at us. Married for more than twenty years, and now here we are, sleeping with our kids. I'm a dad again. You're pregnant. It's just...well, it's kinda fucked up."

"Do you regret it? Do you want to go back to the way things were?"

Ray looked down at his two little babies, both of them blissfully unaware of the world in which they had only recently arrived. Blissfully unaware of the complicated family situation they were now a small but central part of.

"No. No, I don't. This is crazy, but I wouldn't go back. I love you. I really do. But Kim is my special girl. She always has been."

"I understand. Nothing is perfect, Ray. Life is never perfect. But we all love each other, to one degree or another, and we all want what's best for our children."

"And our grandchildren."

"Yeah. Them too." She paused, then looked up at him. "Are you happy, Ray?"

He smiled.

"Oh yes."

"Then that's enough. Now, I've gotta go. I've got a date."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That's not much of a list, my darling; as we've already ascertained, there are precious few things you wouldn't do." Annie said over her shoulder, as she disappeared out of the room.

She walked downstairs and as she reached the hallway, the front door opened and Greg burst through. As always, whenever she saw him, her heart soared and her face brightened.

"Gee, Mom, I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch."

"Don't worry about it, baby. You're right on time, as far as I'm concerned."

She wrapped her arms round him and kissed him tenderly. He returned the kiss and the two of them just smooched in the open doorway for ten seconds or more. Fuck what the neighbours might think, Annie thought to herself.

Yes, things were very different now. Things were, to borrow Ray's succinct phrase, kinda fucked up. The situation was by no means perfect, as the occasionally tense relationship between Annie and Kim was ample testimony to. That would take some work, and she knew it. But Annie was in love, she had the man of her dreams in her arms, and very soon she would be giving birth to his child. The same way she had given birth to him all those years earlier.

She was happy.

And that was enough.