AND SISTER MAKES THREE

When I awoke the following morning, my mother was gone. I could hear her working in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I grabbed my robe and stumbled into the kitchen, thrilled yet thoroughly embarrassed by what had taken place last night. What does one say to one's mother the morning after having had sex with her?

"Good morning, mom," I ventured. Her back was to me as she worked at the counter and I could see her stiffen when I spoke. She was already—and deliberately, I thought—fully dressed, her usual breakfast attire being nightgown and bathrobe. The bottom strands of her hair bore witness to a previous shower. For a full minute she said nothing. Then, without looking at me, she finally suggested that if I wanted to shower, I better hurry as breakfast would soon be ready. It was one way of getting me out of the room.

I padded off to the shower and soon returned to the kitchen, to be greeted by a terse request to set the table. When all had been readied, we sat in the dining room, bacon, eggs, and toast in front of us. I began eating; she had only picked up her fork, staring at her food.

"Look, mom, about last night ...," I began, and she burst into tears.

"You called me a cunt," she blubbered. "That's what those other men called me. I am not a cunt, I am your mother! How could you say such things to me? And how do we ever go back to where we were? You fucked me last night (she spat the word out). Do you realize what you did? I am your mother, not just some other woman. And what about you? Aren't you ashamed of what you did? What about your wife? How do you think she is going to react knowing her husband slept with his mother. If you want to fuck someone, you are supposed to be fucking her!"

She was now fully dissolved in tears, threw her fork on the table, and fled to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her for emphasis.

This is not how I hoped it would be. I wanted to go to her, but realized she was too upset to talk so I finished eating, cleared the table and took my time cleaning the kitchen. Then it was time to face the music.

I approached her door and knocked softly. "Mom, can we talk?" No answer. I rapped again and called her name, still with no response. Finally, I opened the door and walked to her bed. She was lying under the covers, still fully clothed, facing away from me. Obviously, this wasn't going to be easy and I did wonder what kind of questions my wife would have if my mother refused to have any contact with me in the future. I stood by her bed and cleared my throat, even though I knew she was aware of my presence.

"We need to talk .... But I don't know what to say. I am sorry if I upset you...," this as I touched her arm. She spun around in bed, her eyes filled with fire.

"Maybe you should think about what you are going to tell your wife!" and she turned away once again.

I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder. "I hope that Cathy never finds out about this," I began. "But let me tell you a few things that maybe you should know. First of all, I have wanted you for as long as I can remember. I wanted to feel your breasts.... No, I wanted to feel your tits, bury my face in your pussy, and feel my cock slide slowly into you. I wanted to cum inside you, to make you mine. And I wanted you to want me to do those things. Last night was my dream come true. You will never know how much that meant to me."

She said nothing. Time to take the plunge and put all the cards on the table.

"As far as Cathy goes.... Cathy isn't exactly a sex fiend. For some reason, she never seemed to really enjoy sex. And since we had the kids, she doesn't show any interest at all. She let's me fuck her about twice a month and is basically dead meat under me. She might as well be sleeping. Anything out of the ordinary, forget it. She sucks my cock on 'special occasions' only, and then for less than a minute. Same for letting me eat her pussy. That is hardly ever allowed and as soon as I get a taste, she figures that is enough and tells me to stop. I've tried to get her to see a counselor about her lack of sex drive but she doesn't think she has a problem. If you want to know, most of the time, I just jack off instead of going through the motions with her. And when I do jack off," I paused, "I think of you. I hope that you enjoyed last night, too. I know you came, so it couldn't have been all bad. I honestly wanted it as much for you as I did for me." Another period of silence during which my mother didn't respond. "Look. If you want to throw me out, just say so. But don't just lie there and say nothing."

She finally turned to face me. All the hatred had gone from her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Cathy. I know that can't be easy for you. But .... What we did last night is not supposed to happen. I suppose I should be flattered by your desire for me, but I am your mother, not your lover. If I enjoyed last night, that was wrong. I never should have let it happen. Think about what we did. You were inside of me. I had an orgasm while you were (she paused before completing the sentence) fucking me. I was in heaven being with a man that I loved once again. But I can't love you that way. It was just so wrong. Maybe I had too much to drink, but I should never have let you even see me the way you did, never let you touch me, let alone have sex with me. Somehow, we'll just have to forget about what happened...," her voice trailed off. "I do still love you, if that's what you're worried about."

I lay on the bed beside her, sliding under the covers to be next to her and took her in my arms. "Thanks for saying that, mom. I was afraid you would never speak to me again." I kissed her on the forehead and held her cheek to mine, whispering how much I loved her over and over. She slowly put her arms around me. My cock started getting hard from our embrace which she made no move to end. I caressed her other check, then ran my fingers through her hair, finally plying my finger over her soft lips. I could feel her body tense as I slowly pressed and held my cock against her body. I lowered my lips to her eyelids, gently kissing one, then the other. When I stopped, she opened her eyes, looking deeply in mine before I kissed her on her lips, softly at first, then with increasing passion. My hand, which up to now had been holding her shoulder, slipped down to feel the side of her breast. I began to probe her lips with my tongue which at first she resisted, then opened her mouth. Her tongue met mine. My hand now massaged the fullness of her tit, the nipple already noticeably hard even under her clothing.

"Oh, Jesus," she finally responded. "We can't do this again," even though we both know what was going to happen. I began to unbutton her blouse. When I had undone her blouse, she sat up to pull it off as I removed my shirt. I reached behind her to unsnap her bra, fumbling with the hooks until she reached behind her back and with a more-practiced hand undid it for me, then let the bra fall from her wonderfully luscious tits, her half-inch nipples now fully erect, capping each dark brown areola.

"Promise me that you will never tell anyone about this," she asked as my hands now cupped and gently squeezed her breasts. "Promise me."

"No one will ever know. No one will ever need to know," I assured her before locking my lips first on her nipple, then taking as much of her tit as possible into my mouth." Both of us now knew that we were voluntarily crossing a new threshold. She held my head in both hands as I ministered to her growing need. Finally, she gently pushed me away, then began removing her remaining clothing. I stood next to the bed and followed suit, my cock at last springing free, the end already covered with my dripping pre-cum. We lay beside each other on the bed, time becoming lost in our passionate kisses. After feeling her tits again, I lowered my hand to her pussy, now becoming wet with her juices. I gently rubbed her clit, then slowly inserted a finger into her pussy, first in, then out. I kissed my way down her body, finally tonguing her pussy. This was another milestone for me; unlike last night, this time she offered no resistance. I feasted on her treasure for a minute or so, as her hands grabbed my head, pulling me into even closer contact with her, her bottom rising slightly to give me greater access to her hairy womanhood.

"Oh, God," she said. "It has been sooo long...." After granting me another moments access, she pulled me upwards to kiss me deeply again, then pushed me onto the bed and lowered her mouth to my cock, first tonguing the head, then taking me into her mouth and beginning to suck my cock as it hadn't been sucked before. I may have thought of Mom as reserved sexually, but she now showed me that this was not the first time she had pleased a man orally. I let her suck until I felt my balls beginning to boil. I wanted to cum deep inside her, not waste a load on her mouth. I shifted our positions to place her on her knees, then attacked her pussy from the rear, licking at her juices, stroking her clit with my tongue, spearing my tongue into her, all the while giving my cock a chance to recover from her oral skills. She, without hesitation, was stroking her own tits, which only added to her pleasure.

When I sensed that she was reaching her orgasm, I put her on her back and prepared to mount her. Her hands immediately returned to her tits. She was ready to fuck. I didn't have to tell her to put it in. As I lowered my body to hers, she reached for my cock, directing it to her cunt.

Then, I was in and we were one.

We both orgasmed quickly, first Mom, her body going incredibly stiff, her breath held until she began to burst over the edge, then fucking back at me as if there were no tomorrow as she came. My cum almost immediately followed hers, as I pumped my spunk into the willing body of the woman who was my mother. I don't think I had ever come so intensely as I did that time.

We lay together, simply touching each other, continuing our exploration of each others skin, hair, and lips. Finally, she said something funny about the cum that was leaking from her pussy and we both dissolved in laughter. I knew then that everything would be okay.

Since she hadn't eaten, I now made her breakfast, then we paraded through the day in bathrobes, returning several times before dark to enjoy each others pleasure. No oral these times, just slow, languorous fucking. The work we had planned to continue that day had been forgotten. Before bedtime, we did shower, had some more champagne and made love one last time. I ate her pussy until she came again and again, then she once again sucked my cock, this time until I came in her mouth, even though she didn't swallow. She said she wanted to give me what Cathy would not.

Come morning, as she lay sleeping, I raised her leg and slipped my cock into her, fucking her ever so slowly as she awakened. I whispered to her to play with her pussy which she did with just the slightest hesitation. I waited until she had cum before emptying my balls into her. After a quick shower and a quicker breakfast, she helped me gather my things for my return home. While we were working, I asked her about the comment she had made about being called a cunt by some other men and what that was all about. Her response was that it was just something that had happened once which had upset her and that it didn't matter anymore. I left it there, kissed her goodbye and began my journey home, promising to return when I could so we could continue where we had left off, giving her tits one last squeeze as I turned to walk out the door.

My future was from that time filled with as many visits as I could make to be together with my mother. To eliminate any suspicions on anyone's part, I took Cathy and the kids along from time to time when they were not in school. My perfect cover for additional, solo trips was the necessity to deal with what turned out to be massive legal entanglements with Hal's business ventures, some of which had been legal, many of which had been not. Eventually, my mother divested herself completely of the whole thing, leaving her a very wealthy woman, just compensation for having to endure Hal.

I didn't think we would ever be caught. Then the shit hit the fan.

A word about my sister before I begin. When we were younger, Jenna and I had been very close. Together—without speaking about it—we suffered along with my mother through the turmoil of my father's death, through the poverty that followed, through my mother's marriage to Hal, whom we felt accepted us only as necessary evils which came as part of the package deal. Jenna eventually developed into a beautiful young woman, very sexy in a quiet way. I am sure that there were many guys of her generation who would have loved to have gotten in her panties, if only for an evening. She had ample cleavage, an athletic yet feminine body, thick and flowing chestnut hair, captivating blue eyes, delicate hands, and an easy-going manner with everyone. If she had a fault it would be that she fairly early in her teen years became deeply religious, something which thankfully the years had gradually begun to wear away. But because of her beliefs, we had gradually drifted apart. We remained friends, but I thought little of her convictions and I don't think she was particularly enamored by mine. Our final break was occasioned by her marriage to Frank, a fundamentalist minister who was forever spouting about the need for everyone to follow in the savior's footsteps, accept the lord, etc., etc. Somehow he managed to win the hand of my sister but I never saw them expressing outward affection for one another. That part hurt, as I knew Jenna deserved better and wanted much more. I though of him as a genuine asshole and saw him as seldom as possible. That also meant I saw little of my sister. The only times I saw her let her hair down was when she was doing an overnighter at my mother's house. Her language became more colorful and she was not averse to having a drink or two. I guess she realized that as soon as she returned to her home, she would be again living in a glass house, in conformity to the standards expected as the wife of a holy-roller minister. For whatever reason, they had not had any children. And even though Frank had automatically expected Jenna to immerse herself in the Lord's work, Jenna has stood her ground and sought fulfillment in her position as assistance branch manager for a personnel consulting firm.

My sister, Jenna, who lived just twenty miles away from my mother, arrived early one Monday morning following one of my weekend visits with my mother. Although she was not supposed to come until late morning, she—for some reason—decided to show up early. When she entered the house, Mom was still out on her morning walk. Since my sister had promised to help with "spring cleaning" and felt a good place to began would be with the laundry, she went into my mother's bedroom to strip the sheets. What she found (I would later find out) were the clear stains and fresh evidence that someone had been fucking in her mother's bed. She knew from experience the smell and appearance of male ejaculate. Jenna was paralyzed at the implication. She quickly undid her work, visited the guest bedroom, to prove what she suspected: my bed had not been slept in, even though she knew I had spent the weekend and had left just hours before her arrival. Her conclusion was that I had been raping her mother, since she just "knew" her mother was incapable of engaging in sex with her son unless she had been forced.

When Mom returned from her walk, Jenna pretended she had just arrived. They enjoyed coffee and rolls together. Then Jenna announced that it was time to get to work, the first task being to strip the bed in the master bedroom. Mom blanched at the suggestion, suggesting that Jenna run a few errands for her downtown. Jenna persisted, saying she could do that later while the laundry was drying. Mom could strip her bed and she would strip mine. Mom later said she almost had a heart attack. She knew that my bed had been unslept in. How was she going to explain that away? She resorted to stating that she had washed those sheets and remade the bed after I left that morning, an excuse that even Mom knew was pretty feeble and such an act quite unlikely.

Now Jenna knew. It only remained for her to have positive proof of what I was up to. She dropped the whole laundry question, giving Mom the chance to "destroy the evidence"

while she attacked the windows.

Two weekends later, I visited my mother again. That Friday evening, after what I thought was a romantic meal in our favorite restaurant, Mom and I finally went to bed. After a leisurely period of just enjoying each other's warmth and conversation, we began to make love. I was atop my mother, pumping my cock into her warm depths when the bedroom door burst open and Jenna rushed in. She had quietly let herself in using a spare key she carried.

Jenna had caught "me" in the act. "Get off of her! Stop fucking her!" she screamed at me at the same time she grabbed the nearest object (my mother's electric alarm clock) and hurled it at my head with all the strength and hatred she could muster. I was frozen with panic at our discovery and simply stopped moving, my cock still buried in Mom. My mother screamed. I just watched the clock sailing in my direction, ducking my head only when I was about to be hit. I was partially saved by the fact that just before it hit me above the temple, the cord snapped tight, greatly diminishing the impact. But it was still lights out for me. I was out cold, but not before falling from the bed.

Now it was their time to panic when they saw my eyes wide open, with only the whites of my eyes showing. Mom sprang from bed, buck naked, and knelt at my side where she was joined by Jenna. They tried to revive me, but I was unresponsive.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," my mother kept repeating, gently slapping my cheeks and wringing my hand in an attempt to revive me. Jenna thought she had killed me. Mom ordered her to call 911. After the call, Jenna returned to my side where it suddenly dawned on both of them that this was a somewhat delicate situation. What would the paramedics make of finding me where I was without clothes on, my cock and pubic hair glistening from the juices of our lovemaking? What followed must have been worthy of a key-stone kops scene. Jenna ran to get washcloth and soapy water to clean me up (my mom did the washing). My mother did order Jenna to dry me off, while she quickly swiped her pussy with the washcloth. Mom grabbed jeans and a sweatshirt and, when dressed, told Jenna they would have to drag me to my bedroom. They no sooner got me there, somehow managed to put my shorts on over my still half hard cock, and messed up the covers, when the paramedics arrived, just as I was coming to. Fortunately, by this time my cock was going soft. The story was fabricated that I must have fallen out of bed and hit my head, as this is how they had found me. But even though I was now awake, the paramedics insisted I be taken in for possible head trauma as what I was saying didn't make much sense and my "vitals" weren't that good.I spent the night at the hospital where I quickly recovered although with one hell of a headache. Jenna had gone home as soon as she found out I was going to live but not before insisting to my mother that I be arrested for rape. Mom finally convinced her that she wasn't going to do any such thing and that they could all talk about this later.

Jenna didn't talk to Mom for several days other than calling to ask if she was alright and—again—whether or not she was going to charge me. Mom got her to promise not to say anything to anyone until we had all had a chance to talk. A meeting was arranged for the following weekend.

When I arrived in the late afternoon, Jenna was already there and if a cold shoulder could cause frost-bite, I would have perished from the cold. We had a silent supper interrupted only with Mom's attempts to keep some sort of conversation filling in the quiet. After clearing the table, Mom announced that we were all going to take a walk to enjoy the beautiful late afternoon, then enjoy a swim. Then we could talk.

Not what Jenna had in mind, I could tell, as she was ready to skewer me now, not have to spend any more time with me than necessary before never seeing me again. Mom, however, was insistent; Jenna finally relented. The walk through the woods, the dip in the pool followed by a hot shower did us all good. At least Jenna's remarks to me were finally becoming civil, even though the icy barrier between us was still there. When we all assembled again in the living room, Mom told me to fix us all a drink, then we could talk.

We had one drink, then another, as no one knew quite how to begin. Finally, I opened the conversation by suggesting to Jenna that what she had seen didn't tell the whole story. I had not raped my mother.

"Oh, yeah, right. You were just an innocent bystander. Well, I know what a depraved, despicable asshole you are. I saw what you did. I saw you on top of her. I hope you burn in hell forever for what you did to Mom. You are nothing but a genuine, lowlife MOTHERFUCKER!"

She was screaming so loud, her face within inches of mine by the time she had finished, that I was sure the whole world would hear.

Now I was pissed. I had tried to be nice to Jenna during the evening in sympathy for what she must be going through. But enough is enough. I admit that my response was both vicious and childish.

"And you are the paragon of virtue? Aren't you the one that got kicked out of that private college for doing a little waltz down the lesbian lane? Do you still like eating pussy, you self-righteous bitch? How did that letter read again? You were being expelled for 'obscene, illicit homosexual activity with your roommate.' Which one of you was doing the other or are you more into the 69 style of doing things? If I'm a motherfucker, you are nothing but a pussy-eating, cunt-lapping, two-faced hypocritical bitch."

My response from Jenna was to have my face slapped. Hard! But I wasn't through. "Have you given up eating pussy since you married that stuffed shirt, holy-roller husband of yours? Did you even tell him you like pussy? Did you promise him you would quit when you got married? Or are you still enjoying a little on the side?"

Now it was Mom's turn to get angry, mostly at me. "Stop it!" she ordered. "This is getting us nowhere. This is not what we are here to discuss. First of all, how did you find out about your sister? That was supposed to be a secret between the two of us. I promised her I would never tell anyone. You owe her an apology, mister."

She was right. I had gone way beyond where I should have gone. "Sorry, Jenna," I mumbled. "And Mom didn't tell me about that, if that is what you are thinking. I read it in some of Mom's personal papers years ago which I guess I shouldn't have been looking at. I'm sorry I said those things."

Jenna just sat there guzzling her drink but I could tell her anger had returned.

Mom tried to get us back on track by asking me to try to tell Jenna exactly how she came to discover us in bed

"I don't care what he says," Jenna said, fixing me with a hateful look. "He raped you."

"No, Jenna, you are wrong. It wasn't like that at all," mom replied. She took another deep swallow of her drink. "I'm going to tell both you a story which I didn't think I would ever tell anyone. You need to hear this and I need to tell it. Please don't interrupt. It's not going to be easy for me to say this, but it has to be said."

She paused, took another drink, and then continued.

"I have been raped more than once, so I know what it is and isn't. Please forgive my language while I tell you what happened. I know you two might naturally think of me as some sort of prude when it comes to language, but I have been called a whore, a slut, a mother-fucker, a cocksucker, a bitch, and many things more."

Jenna gasped and started to protest, but mom grabbed her hand, and asked her again to be quiet.

"You both know that Hal wasn't a model citizen. In fact, he was a monster. He also wasn't a model husband. As he got older, and had a harder time having sex with me, he became more and more abusive. It started with his forcing me to pleasure myself in front of him using my fingers and eventually a variety of dildos and vibrators he bought. At first, he tried to masturbate so he would get hard, then cum on my pussy or sometimes my face. There were so many nights when he made me suck his cock for what seemed like hours, and even that didn't bring him off. Eventually, he gave that up when even that wasn't always working. I think that's when he got the idea of getting revenge on me since I could still have an orgasm."

"Mom," Jenna interrupted. "We don't need to hear this. This is embarrassing. I can't believe you would tell us this."

"But you will hear it," was her adamant reply. "Get us all another drink, Ben. Maybe that will help us get through this."

"Even when you kids were still at home," she continued, "he began hitting me, but never where it would show and never when you kids were around. But he first crossed even that line when he forced me to have sex with his secretary—yes, the woman you both know that worked for him for years. I guess he began by blaming me for his sexual failure and for his inability to satisfy me. After the first few years of marriage, orgasms for me were largely a thing of the past. Basically, I just let him fuck me because that is what I had to do to keep the peace."

"'Maybe you are more interested in woman?' he said one night after he had finished with me. Even thought I tried to fake interest in what he considered lovemaking, I suppose he knew the truth. 'Maybe you would rather be eating a little pussy, huh?' he asked, accompanied by the usual hard twist of the nipple, a punch in the stomach, or a finger rammed inside me. 'Well, I'm going to see that you do just that!' Another twist, another punch.

I thought he was just blowing off his usual steam until several weeks later, when suddenly he showed up with Tess, his secretary, in hand. I remember being surprised when they walked through the door. It didn't take me long to find out what the situation was. Hal, as usual, had been drinking and I could tell Tess had had a drink or two as well. And Hal was in no mood to hold a debate.

'In the bedroom,' he ordered, as he grabbed me by the arm. 'Time to give you what you really want—a pussy to munch on.'

Tess began to mutter an apology. 'Believe me, this was not my idea...,' and her voice trailed off.

'Show her your tits, sweetheart,' he ordered Tess.

'Hal, don't make us do this. Let's just forget about it and talk about this tomorrow. Pleeease, Hal.' She was begging him now.'

'Hal. What's going on?' I asked, but in my heart I knew.

'Shut up, the both of you,' he bellowed. 'You are going to suck Tess's tits and lick her pussy. Period. If you don't, she's fired as of right now, her husband finds out that I've been fucking her, so that will end her marriage, and your fucking brats get sent to a boarding school. I already have the papers drawn up. All I have to do is sign them. So in the bedroom, you fucking, worthless bitch.'

I was in shock. Not only was he admitting that he had been having an affair with Tess—something I always suspected, but couldn't do anything about—but now he was talking about ruining her marriage and taking away her job. And I was going to lose my children. At first I just sat there, frozen to the chair. Then I got up and walked like a zombie into the bedroom. They followed. Hal ordered both of us to strip. Then I serviced Tess, doing everything Hal ordered me to do. You can use your imaginations as to what he made me do, but I had to do all those things I had only read about two women doing. After I finally made her cum, Hal let her get dressed, then they left. I have no doubt he wound up screwing her somewhere before he took her home. I just lay on the bed, my mind totally numb, which in part, it still is.

Tess had always been a good friend. The next day, she called, asking if she could come by to apologize. I never wanted to see her again, but finally relented when she began begging and crying on the phone. When she arrived, we both cried our eyes out. She said she was sorry for everything that had ever happened. We held each other. I forgave her. Somehow, she wound up making love to me—I suppose in part as payback for the previous night. I don't think that had been her intention—it all started with the hugs, soft caresses, then a kiss or two and then it just happened. Later I made love to her, but this time because I wanted to. It was the first tenderness I had experienced since I don't know when.... At least we were doing it on our terms, not Hal's. She was such a caring, compassionate woman.... We remained close friends until she and her family moved away."

Mom's voice trailed off to nothing and she seemed to be for the moment in another world. She soon came back to reality, to the purpose of our meeting.

"So don't throw your sister's lesbian affair in her face," she admonished me. Then she continued with the sordid tale of what Hal had put her through.

"Parts of the first time with other men I remember well, and parts of it are just a blur. I remember that Hal called me the first time in the afternoon to tell me we had to take two prospective clients out to dinner that evening. I didn't really want to go and told him so. But he was absolutely insistent that I accompany him. So in the afternoon I showered, did the usual makeup and hair thing and was ready at seven when he returned home.

I was somewhat surprised when the two black guys we met at a restaurant—Jake and Stenny—turned out to be the prospects. They were accompanied by two black women, dressed almost like hookers which is what I think they turned out to be, posing as wives of the two guys.

I suppose I should have questioned why no real business of any kind was discussed during dinner or afterwards and that the two guys seemed more interested in me than in their 'wives.' Later, it all made sense. It turned out to be a night of heavy drinking, something you know I don't do very well. But the men kept buying, insisting I have just one more and Hal gave me one of those 'drink-it-or-else' looks, which didn't leave me many options although I tried to sip as slowly as I could. Just before we left, I excused myself to go the ladies room. When I returned to the table, the two women were gone, something which puzzled me at the time. Hal told me in no uncertain terms to finish my drink. I'll never know the answer, but it tasted a bit funny; because of what it did to me, I think it had been somehow drugged.

It had started to rain, so Hal went to get the car. When I tried to stand, I almost fell over. Jake put his arm around my waist and volunteered to steer me to the car. My legs and feet would hardly support me; if I had not had one of the men on each side of me, I wouldn't have been able even to stand. I vaguely remember reaching the car and literally collapsing into the rear seat, my head lolling left and right. Jake climbed into the back seat with me, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I remember trying to push away but nothing else until he was half carrying me into our living room. The world was spinning and blurry.

It was Hal who asked if Jake would carry me into the bedroom so he could put me to bed. I insisted on walking myself, but when Jake let me go, I fell to the floor and clearly remember that I couldn't get up. Then I was sitting on the edge of the bed, this time being held in a sitting position by Stenny while Hal started to unbutton my blouse. Jake was standing by the door watching. I grabbed for my blouse to stop Hal only to get my face slapped. 'Look you fucking bitch,' he said. 'Time you paid for your part of that contract.' He gave up on the buttons and told Jake to give him a hand. The next thing I remember was Jake ripping my blouse open followed by my bra. 'This can't be happening,' was all I could think. My own husband was standing right there letting these black men do this to me.

I knew I was going to be raped by these two men.

Jake stood me on my feet and pulled off my skirt and panties with only one hand. I struggled but was helpless against the two of them. Hal was shaking me and talking as I continued to struggle, then he slapped me again, this time harder. 'Listen, you horny bitch,' he spat, 'I need this contract and you are part of the deal. Fuck these guys or your precious bastard kids wind up in that boarding school. Fucking understand, you stupid fucking cunt?' Another slap underscored his words. He had threatening sending you kids to a boarding school hours away, something in those days he had the right to do, and I could not stand the thought of being parted from you.

When I looked at Jake and Stenny, they were already undressed and both were stroking themselves. I was horrified and tried to stand, something I could not do. Stenny cock was about average size although fairly long. Jake was enormous—at least eight inches and very thick. I was paralyzed with fear, yet saw no escape. I again pleaded with Hal, but he simply turned and walked away. 'Fuck or the kids are gone,' was all he said. Somehow I knew I would have to survive this ordeal, not that I had much of a choice given my condition, then maybe I could see about getting a divorce.

'Oh, yeah, cunt,' Stenny said as he massaged my tits. 'We're going to have some real fun.' He pushed me onto my back, continuing to knead my tits until I felt his mouth lock onto one of my nipples. When I tried to push him away, he held my wrists to control my struggle. I could see Jake still beside the bed, still slowly stroking his massive cock. I was terrified at the sight of it and of the realization of what he wanted to do.

After a minute, Stenny raised his mouth to mine in an attempt to kiss me. Each time I felt his lips brush mine, I turned my head to the side. No way was I going to participate in what they were doing to me, or so I thought. Stenny sat up, viciously pinched both nipples and almost jerking me off the bed. 'Listen, you motherfucking whore. When I want a kiss, you better give me a kiss, understand.' He squeezed my nipples even harder; the pain was incredible.

He lowered his mouth to mine again. This time I didn't resist, and when I let his tongue probe my mouth, he let my nipples go. Eventually, his mouth trailed down my body until I could feel it on my pussy.

'Jesus,' I thought. 'This can't be happening to me.'

I felt Jake's weight as he knelt near my head. When I turned my gaze to him, he was directing his cock to my mouth. 'How's about a bit of cocksucking, baby?' he asked as his hands began to paw my tits.

'No, I won't do that,' I said with more courage than I felt. My response was answered by Stenny jamming three fingers into my pussy without warning. A new pain.

'You got a lot to learn, motherfucking cunt,' he responded. 'You want to keep your cunt in one piece, I think you better start sucking that nigger cock.' He rammed his thick fingers into me again.

Hopeless, and with tears running down my cheeks, I took the end of Jake's cock into my mouth. It was enormous, already covered with his pre-cum juices. I almost gagged at the thought. I slowly started bobbing my head on his cock, even though I couldn't take more than a few inches in my mouth. My jaw ached from being open so wide. Stenny had gone back to licking my pussy, his tongue making the rounds from licking my lips to spearing into me to thrumming on my clit. I suppose he thought he was turning me on, but the only thing I could think of was that I was being raped by two black guys, a rape arranged by my own husband.

I didn't know Hal was back in the room until I heard his camera clicking. He was actually taking pictures of what these two men were doing to me. Now I knew the situation was hopeless, and I just gave in to what was happening, trying not to think of anything, making my mind and body numb.

I continued to suck Jake's cock, hoping he would just cum and get it over with. I could sense Stenny moving up in the bed, his body now covering mine. He reached down to rub his hard cock between my legs, then started pumping into me. I didn't resist. There was nothing I could do.

'How do you like my nigger cock in your precious white cunt,' Stenny asked. 'Ever fuck a nigger before? C'mon, start fucking me, bitch.'

So I did. I started to fuck him. Anything to end this nightmare. I still hoped that if they would just cum, they would leave me alone. I wrapped my legs around Stenny, urging him on, while I sucked and licked Jake's cock hoping to be spared being fucked by him. But it went on and on. Jake kept ordering me to take him deeper into my mouth, calling me every obscenity he could think of. And Stenny just kept pumping away, his body now covered with sweat. I guess mine was too. Neither of them, of course, were using condoms, and I began thinking I would see if I could suck Stenny off before he came inside me. I was paralyzed by the thought that I might become pregnant. I removed my mouth from Jake and told him I wanted to suck Stenny's cock. Better that he cum in my mouth, even though the thought disgusted me.

'Oh no, baby,' Stenny said, 'I've got something else in mind for you.'

He pulled his cock out of me and ordered me to get on my hands and knees. At first, I just thought he wanted to do me doggie style. But I found out otherwise when he started smearing my rear with my juices and then sticking his finger in my ass. He kept returning his fingers to my pussy for more juice, then probing my ass with first one, then two fingers. Jake had repositioned himself on the bed beneath me, and I knew he wanted me to continue sucking him. I did it without hesitation, massaging his balls, licking up and down his cock, jacking him off, and trying to take as much of him in my mouth as possible. I even started begging him to cum in my mouth, anything so as I would not have to face getting fucked by his monster cock.

Meanwhile, I felt Stenny enter me again, getting his cock hard again for the assault on my ass. No one, not even Hal, had fucked my ass before and I knew this was going to be painful. When his cock was again hard, he started pumping into my ass. I thought I would pass out from this new pain. As the head of his cock entered me, I tried sliding my knees down do he couldn't go any deeper, something that earned me another slap on the side of my head when he figured out what I was doing. 'Get your ass up here, white bitch,' he ordered. When I hesitated, Jake grabbed me by the throat with his massive paw and began choking me. 'Better start cooperating, you cock-sucking cunt,' he ordered, 'or you won't be around to see tomorrow.' I quickly got back into position and surrendered my body to Stenny's assault. His hands were pawing my tits once again, pinching my nipples painfully. He seemed to thrive on inflicting as much hurt and humiliation as possible.I could not believe how much it hurt to have Stenny in my backside. Despite his efforts to somehow lubricate me beforehand, I was pretty dry. As he continued fucking me it became easier, I think because he somehow added lubrication or was spitting on his cock to increase his enjoyment.

After several minutes—which seemed like forever—I could tell he was about to cum. At least I wouldn't get pregnant from him. He started grunting, thrusting faster and going deeper, now holding my hips to get as much leverage as possible. With a roar and the comment to 'take my black cum, you fucking bitch,' he slammed me back onto his cock and started to cum. He seemed to spurt forever.

Eventually, he collapsed on the bed beside me, telling Jake that he had to get some of this woman's tight ass. I was in a panic. No way could I take Jake's cock in my ass.'

'No, please,' I said. 'I want to have your big nigger cock in my pussy. Cum in my pussy, please.'

I was desperate, and hoped that by my using some of their language he would be flattered enough to think that I actually wanted him. I knew I might become pregnant, but I also knew that I couldn't have him do to me what Stenny had done. He was just too big. I didn't think I could survive it.

So he pushed me onto my back and mounted me. No formalities, just more sexual insults about my begging for a black cock and what a worthless cocksucker I was. Again, intense, intense pain. It hurt when he started ramming his monster into me and I think I literally passed out when he started going deep. I cannot describe just how much it hurt, far worse than having a baby. I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware only that he was still thrusting into me, that Hal was still in the room snapping pictures, that Stenny was now sucking my tits, that my ordeal hadn't yet ended. Finally, Jake went incredibly deep and shot his cum deep inside me, grunting like some sort of animal. Like Stenny, he seemed to fill me with endless spurts of his cum. I know I passed out.

Then they—and Hal—were gone. I struggled to the shower where I stood under the soothing waters forever. Finally, I was able to drift into an exhausted sleep.

I had survived. Hal, of course, never mentioned the incident except to ask sarcastically the following night if I had enjoyed myself."

Jenna had been softly crying the whole time mom related her story, her head in her hands. My mother had related the story stone-faced, expressing no emotion whatsoever. I had been holding Mom's hand, speechless at what she was saying. We all had been taking occasional drinks from our glasses to help dull the pain. When Mom fell silent, Jenna rose to hug her telling her over and over again how sorry she was. Mom finally interrupted her.

"Let me finish my story, then you will know everything—especially about Hal. There were two other times. Once with two Asian guys, maybe Japanese or Korean, once with some big cowboy type guy. This time, he told me he would show you kids the pictures of me with the black guys if I didn't cooperate. The Asians were pretty tame. They seemed to be intrigued by my boobs and by my hairy pussy, both of which they continually fondled. No oral sex or anything like that. They used a lubricant to get me wet, and when they fucked me, they both used condoms. The cowboy was pretty drunk but was almost apologetically nice. Hal ordered me to strip in front of him, play with myself, and tell him I wanted his cock. No touching from Mr. Cowboy, he just took off his clothes, stroked his cock to make it hard and then led me to the bedroom. I was already wet because Hal had made me use my fingers and a dildo, so he just laid me on my back and mounted me. He slipped in easily. No bad language other that to comment on my 'tight pussy' just before he came inside me. He passed out after he came. I slept the rest of the night locked in the guest bedroom. Hal hadn't even bothered to tell me his name. Cowboy knocked on the door in the morning, apparently wanting another go with me, but I didn't answer. I never let Hal touch me again, but he still made me pleasure myself. He had taken pictures again with the usual threats to show them around if I got out of line. Obviously, I never got pregnant and never caught some kind of disease, although I worried for months each time. End of story. And now you both know.

So your brother didn't rape me, Jenna. We sleep together because we both want to. He gives me pleasure I can't get anywhere else and we try to be careful so that no one will find out, so that no one will get hurt.

Now I want you, Ben, to tell Jenna about you and your wife. She needs to know that if she is ever going to understand our situation."

So I told Jenna basically what I had revealed to my mother about her reluctance to have even the most basic sex and how anything remotely exotic was out of the question. I don't know if it was the alcohol, the "true confessions" nature of our conversations, or the fact that I had shared intimate secrets with her, but Jenna suddenly began crying, gulped down the rest of her drink, and told us about what it was really like in her marriage.

"We don't fuck much either," she said. Jenna was clearly beyond caring about being selective in her word choice. "I guess it all started the night we were married. When we finally got to our motel and slipped between the covers, we started making love. I had wanted this for so long, but Frank had always insisted we wait until we were married. After the usual beginnings, I began planting kisses down his body until I came to his cock. I worked my way up again to his nipples, then downward. Finally, I took his cock in my mouth, something I thought any man would enjoy. The next thing I knew, my ears were ringing. Frank had really slapped me on the side of my head and now stood beside the bed in a state of total rage. 'I am only ever going to say this once, and never again,' he spat at me. 'What you were going to do is called cocksucking, one of the worst sins a woman can do. Don't EVER do that again. God gave us mouths for spreading his word and taking nourishment to stay healthy. NOT to use like some depraved animal without morals. Do you understand?' Finally, he just mounted me without any preliminaries other than mauling my tits for a minute and putting his hand on my pussy. He came in about ten seconds—about half his cum landed on my skin when he slipped out of me. I don't even think he was aware of that. Then fell asleep.

In that moment, I understood all too well that oral sex was something I could never offer him, and that he would never offer me. So basically, my marriage became one of the classic slam-bam-thank-you-mam arrangements. I always held out the hope that he would get better with practice, but that never happened.

Missionary style almost always. Doggie style is something he considers to be too animal-like. Eventually, he let me mount him, but he's not too comfortable with that—too Women's Lib, I suppose. Strangely enough, he sometimes just wants me to jack him off even though that too is questionable—spilling his seed and all that religious shit. Playing with my own tits or even hinting at frigging myself are off limits. Suppose he is afraid I will surrender to masturbation. So when I cum, I cum alone, when he is away. He is so totally inept. I don't think he had ever fucked me for more than a minute before cumming.

So that's my 'love life' in a nutshell. Do I still desire women, Ben? Guess for yourself. I don't get to do that anymore, but yes I do. At least my roommate gave me what I needed, not only what she wanted."

Jenna was now drunk as was our mother. We both gave Jenna a long hug, told her how sorry we felt, chit-chatted about a few other things, and then drifted off to bed. Jenna had much earlier called her husband to say that she would be staying the night.

To maintain some sense of propriety for my sister's sake, I let my mother take her leave first. I talked with my sister for maybe ten minutes expressing again how sorry I was for the things I has called her and for her dissatisfaction in her marriage before I suggested maybe she better got some sleep. She agreed and surprised me by sincerely hugging me when we both stood up and she whispered that she was sorry my wife didn't meet my needs either. We then parted for the night, she closing the door of the guest room behind her, I joining my mother in what had become our bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me.

My mother was already in bed, dressed in her nightgown, emotionally drained. Her voice was emotionless, yet sad when she asked me if I resented her for having slept with all those people. I quietly removed my clothing, slid in bed beside her, held her in my arms and begged her not to think of it that way. My position was that if she had enjoyed a few moments of happiness with Tess, it was far less than she had deserved. As for the men that Hal had forced on her, he had left her no options but to willingly accede to their acts. But I emphasized to her that I loved her now as much as ever, perhaps even more so for what she had suffered to save us kids.

Her relief was obvious. She held me tighter. We kissed, and our kisses became more passionate with the passing moments. I cupped her breast, slowly kneading her softness, feeling the nipple harden. I pressed my body more tightly against hers. She couldn't help but feeling my growing erection, especially when I took hold of her hips to draw her more tightly against me, against my rapidly hardening cock.

"We can't tonight," she whispered, "not with Jenna in the house." But clearly, the many drinks she had had accompanied by the emotional relief of sharing her forced sexual acts with others were having an effect.

"We can be quiet, and Jenna is probably already sleeping," was my response. She passively allowed me to slip off her nightgown.

Then I took her nipple in my mouth, my hand now journeying to enjoy the feeling of her lush growth of course pussy hair. As I gently touched her clit, her breath caught. I slowly lowered my face between her legs and began the slow process of offering her oral love. She easily relented, and, taking my head in her two hands urged me onward. I wanted to cement our love after this troubled night and I could tell she now wanted it too. I continued to minister to her clit and pussy, now gently flicking her clit with my tongue, now licking the length of her lips, now burying my tongue deep within her. When I sensed she was ready for consummating our deepened love, I again licked and sucked each breast before kissing her again with all the love I felt for her.

"Tonight, you ride me," I whispered, and was answered by mom first rolling on top of me, then bringing up her knees so as to be sitting just above my cock. I pulled her upper body downward, again taking each breast in turn in my mouth. As our tongues met in a heated open-mouthed kiss, I rocked her pussy back and forth on my now rock-hard cock.

Eventually, she broke off our kiss, and reached between our legs to guide my cock into the place which had given me birth.

"If I'm a cunt," she whispered, "I only want to be a cunt for you. Always and forever."

I held her hips and began to fuck her more deeply. It was then I saw the bedroom door slowly opening.

When the door was fully opened, Jenna paused at the doorway. Although Mom was lost by now in a world of her own, I could hear Jenna gasp when she saw her mother sitting atop me, slowly rocking back and forth, my glistening cock buried deep in her pussy, her clit being stroked by my body each time she came forward in her undulating manner as she came ever closer to her building orgasm. I continued matching my thrusts with my mother's, but my eyes met Jenna's as she stood there, her hand covering her mouth as though in disbelief, disbelief in seeing what she already knew we were doing.

She stood frozen in indecision, before silently entering the room, now dressed in her pajamas, quietly easing herself into my mother's dressing chair just inside the pool of light from the street light. It wasn't until Jenna shifted in her chair that Mom realized she was present.

"Oh, my God," she said, rising on her knees and reaching for the sheets to cover herself. My cock sprang free as I grabbed her shoulders preventing her from completing her effort to completely shift off my body.

"No," was my response. "Jenna knows now what we do. If she needs proof, let her watch. If she wants to go, she can go. But she is not going to stop us from fucking. That is our business and ours alone. Sit."

Mom glanced at Jenna, her face registering her drunken dilemma as she was torn between her sexual need to cum and her embarrassment of doing so in front of her daughter.

"Ben, we can't do this," she whispered to me. My response was to pull her forward until I could first suck one of her nipples, then take as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, massaging her other nipple with my free hand. Her breathing deepened as she bent her head backwards and her pelvis slowly lowered back onto my body. I reached for her hips and began rocking her pussy back and forth on my love-slickened cock. When she didn't resist and I could feel her body again rocking in rhythm to mine, I knew our lovemaking would be continuing, Jenna or no Jenna.

"Put it in," I whispered, then repeated it moments later. Mom glanced at Jenna before reaching behind herself, taking my slippery cock in her hand and guiding it back into her well-lubricated pussy, a soft ooohh escaping her lips. After a moment's pause, her rocking motions continued, slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed.

"Oh, Jesus," Jenna gasped, apparently in disbelief of seeing her own mother willingly participate in our forbidden act. She had been sitting with her arms crossed the whole time, but I could see that as we continued our actions, her hands were cupping her own tits, rubbing her own nipples as she eyes fixated on my cock's in-and-out motion from Mom's now glistening cunt, glistening from our mutual secretions. Seeing another couple engaging in the sex that her marriage had forbidden must have struck her deeply.

"Can you see my cock in her pussy, Jenna?" I asked. "Are you ready to see Mom cum on my cock?" No response, but I could see that Jenna's workings of her tits was becoming more noticeable. "Sit on the bed beside us, Jenna," I suggested. "If you are going to stay, you might as well be able to see everything."

Jenna responded as though in a trance, rising from the chair and sitting on the king-sized bed, carefully keeping her distance, yet mesmerized by the actions of mother and son and brother.

By now, the alcohol, the mental and physical exhaustion of the day, the emotionally draining revelations, her sexual excitement, and perhaps her defiance, were taking their toll. Mom was slipping into another dimension. Although she glanced at Jenna on the bed, her motions of fucking were increasing, now supplemented by her fingers beginning to add to her building orgasm by frigging her clit, my cock still thrusting deep inside her. Her breathing was becoming ragged, her face becoming flush, her manipulations more desperate. I knew she was reaching the point of no return as I raised my head to again suck her nipples, first one, then the other.

"Feel her tits, Jenna," I said to my sister. "Help make her cum."

A sound like a groan came from deep inside Jenna as she stared transfixed at what was taking place before her. "Help her cum, Jenna," I whispered again.

Jenna slid close to us, then began crying as she hugged my mother. "I'm sorry, Mom. I had it all wrong. I just want you to be happy. I didn't know...," her voice trailed to a whimper. Mom's response was to hug Jenna's head to her chest, lost in her fast approaching orgasm.

"Jenna," I repeated. "Help her cum."

My sister surprised my by slowly raising her hand to her mother's heavy left tit. After feeling the weight, the softness, the warmth of the breast which had given her so much pleasure as an infant, Jenna began massaging her mother's tit with one hand while slowly lowering her mouth to take the right tit into her mouth.

I could feel my mother's body shudder at the contact. She pulled Jenna's face even more tightly to her swollen nipple, now absolutely lost in her sexual pleasure. Her breath was coming in gasps, her eyes becoming unfocused, her fingers frantically moving on her pussy.

As Jenna sucked as though she had always wanted to, my hand strayed to my sister's thigh, rubbing higher and higher until I slipped my fingers under the bottom of her boxer pajamas. She grabbed my wrist to keep my hand from progressing further, her fingernails biting into my skin. My fingers could just reach her outer pussy lips, by now wet with her own juices. She, too, was breathing harder.

She released her grip on my hand as I withdrew it from her pussy, but instead of totally ignoring her, I began running my hand up and down her thigh, nearing her pussy with each upward stroke, then shifting my hand lower each time I could feel her cunt hair. She continued to massage her mother's tits, now increasing the pace of sucking and tonguing her nearest nipple.

Mom was now experiencing the beginnings of her orgasm. I pumped into her with abandon; she met my every stroke with one of her own. Suddenly she began gasping, slammed her pussy onto my cock, grabbed Jenna's head and mashed it to her breast, and made her final strokes on her clit. Then she was cumming, an experience which sent shudders through her now frozen-in-time body. With a final spasm, she collapsed first onto my chest, then rolled onto the bed beside me.

I had yet to cum, my slippery cock now freed from the pleasures and confines of my mother's pussy.

Jenna sat on my other side, one of her hands massaging her own breast, the other near her pussy. Without planning to do so, I now placed my hand on her pajama covered cunt, then brought my mouth to hers. She resisted at first, then opened her mouth to accept my tongue as a sign of her building passion. I lifted my hand from her pussy, only to reach into her pajamas so I could feel her sex without any barrier between us. I mentally noted that like her mother, the hair covering her pussy was course, crinkly, and thick. I gently rubbed her clit and pussy lips before inserting my finger into her sopping cunt. This time, she made no effort to stop me. I began squeezing her pajama-covered tits before slowly undoing the buttons and gently pinching her nipples before lowering my mouth to one of her dark-brown, fully erect nipples. After orally teasing both myself and her with the ecstasy of that moment, I paused to remove her pajama bottoms, then quickly shifted my mouth to her pussy.

My first move was to spear my tongue as deeply as I could into her, then raised my lips to her clit. She half-heartedly grabbed my head to push me away but I continued ministering to her pussy.

"Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck," she uttered as her hips began pressing upward to my mouth. Her hands now moved to address the needs of her tits, then seconds later she began cumming. I remember being amazed at how fast it all happened. Not thirty seconds had passed since I had first tongue-fucked her, then she was in another world, her muscles rock hard as her orgasm took control.

When she finally began to relax, I spread her legs, covered her body with mine and slowly slipped my cock into her well-lubricated pussy. She slid her heels upward to allow me easier access, then wrapped her legs around my back to take me as deeply as possible. Her cunt was a tight as any I had ever experienced, the soft, inner folds caressing my cock with each stroke. I stroked for a minute, but knew I was not far from cumming, so I withdrew my cock, waited a minute, then brought it to her mouth. Our eyes locked, both of us aware of what I wanted her to do. I don't know what was going through her mind at that moment. I thought only of her husband's total rejection of her attempt to suck him off on their wedding night. Jenna paused, then brought her head closer, taking my cock into her mouth, enveloped it with her butter-soft lips, tasting both our juices, now mixed with those of our mother. I had to have been leaking copious amounts of pre-cum by this time.

For someone who didn't get much practice, she was a natural. Her mouth went wild on my cock, mixing deep strokes with ample tongue flicking. I let her suck me until I was again reaching the boiling point. It was time for me to do what I now so much wanted, dumping my load deep within her cunt, to claim her cunt as mine.

As I again covered her body, I paused. Without hesitation, she reached for my cock to guide it into her pussy. Both of us were lost in the moment, our breaths ragged. Mom, who by now had recovered her strength, first caressed one of Jenna's tits, then began sucking on the nipple. Jenna was entering a world of her own, repeating "fuck" and "oh fuck" over and over like her personal mantra. Then she stiffened and came for a second time. When her body was locked in her orgasm, I gave my last few strokes, then began unloading my cum as deeply as possible into my own sister's cunt. I had never cum harder or longer, perhaps inspired by the thought of who the woman beneath me was. I had just fucked my own sister. She had just fucked me.

I collapsed on Jenna's body, we rolled onto our sides. Planting gentle kisses on Jenna's nipples with my lips, I reached to the side to fondle my mother's sopping pussy. Then, overcome by everything which had transpired, I managed the strength to cover us with the blankets. Soon all three of us fell into a sleep of sexual exhaustion.

We awakened the following morning without embarrassment. Although things might have developed differently had we not been drinking the previous night, what each of us had done, we had done willingly. Breakfast followed hot showers. As I took my place at the table, Jenna bent down behind me and whispered in my ear that she thought I might have made her pregnant. I froze when I heard that. I had just assumed she was on birth control. When she saw my reaction, she burst out laughing. "Just kidding, Tiger. Actually, I can't have kids. And that is something Frank never wanted me to tell anyone. After we were married, he was always spouting off about the need to 'go forth and multiply.' It killed him to find out I was infertile. When asked when we were going to have kids, he fashioned the story that we had decided not to have children for environmental reasons—as though he gives a shit about that. So you don't have to worry about getting me knocked-up. But let's forget about him and enjoy breakfast."

We did.

The rest of the morning was filled with the enjoyment of just being together. We reminisced on the times of our childhood, Mom filling in the many gaps my sister and I couldn't clearly remember. Lunch was at my expense at the finest restaurant in town. I had never felt closer to two women in my life. When we got home about 2, I suggested another dip in the pool which was followed by a quick shower. We all donned our bathrobes.

I gave each of them a hug and a tender kiss, announced I was going to take a nap, and asked if anyone wanted to join me. They both did.

Seeing no sense in playing coy, when we reached the bedroom, I let my robe fall to the floor. My hardened cock announced my intentions. Jenna gave it a quick squeeze and asked if I was aware that I could wear that thing out. Saying I doubted it, I removed first her robe, then our mother's. We sank onto the bed.

"We have an interesting situation, don't you think," asked Jenna.

"It sure would be interesting for the neighbors, if that's what you mean," said Mom.

"True,' replied Jenna, "but that's not exactly what I mean. There is one of him and two of us—a bit of a mismatch." Jenna was again slowly stroking my cock. "Any suggestions, anyone."

I suggested that maybe the two of them would like to find something fun to do. Mom quailed at the suggestion, turning red, something I seldom saw her do. "Ben, I don't think I could do that. With you, it is one thing. Jenna is something entirely different."

"Well, you were sort of together last night. So what's the problem?" I asked. "You said you enjoyed Tess that time. This is sort of the same thing, isn't it?"

My mother's response was logical, if not entirely persuasive. "Look, that time with Tess was a long time ago and she was another woman, not my daughter. I may have played with her boobs last night, but that was all I did. I just can't do anything with Jenna. It just wouldn't be right...." Her voice trailed off.

I knew I couldn't argue with what she was saying, but suggested we just see what developed. Moving next to my mother, I began to make love to her—gentle kisses on her eyelids and neck, licking her breasts from the base to the nipple, lavishing more kisses and more nipple play, caressing her thighs, drawing my fingers through her pubic hair and softly over her pussy lips. I had hoped Jenna would get into the act, which eventually she did. As I began kissing and nibbling my way downward to my mother's thighs, Jenna began covering her face with her whisper-soft kisses. Finally, like the preceding night, she locked on to mom's tits, a movement which brought a sigh from my mother. By this time, I was eating mom's pussy with abandon. When I came up for air and started French kissing my mother, Jenna took over where I had left off. When Mom realized who was between her legs, she froze, begging Jenna not to do that. Jenna stopped whatever she was doing (from the movement of her head, it looked like she was tongue-fucking Mom's pussy). I saw her head go higher to gently plant kisses on and around Mom's labia and clit.

That—and the fact that I was now passionately kissing Mom so she couldn't speak—eventually shattered her resistance. She was soon elevating her hips to give Jenna better access. When I freed her mouth, she began moaning, at the same time half-heartedly urging Jenna to stop. But Jenna was a pro. Although I thought I could do a pretty good job of satisfying a woman orally, Jenna had a huge advantage. She was a woman. She knew all the secret spots that I could only guess at. Mom was slowly entering Nirvana. I sat up, slowly caressed my mother's breasts and just took in the action.

The soft squishing and sucking sounds were interrupted when my mother broke the silence. "Jenna, my baby. If you are going to do that, I don't just want to be a receiver. I want to love you, too."

Then, turning to me, she said this was somewhat embarrassing and asked if I would mind leaving. I certainly didn't want to. Seeing some lesbian action would be a new one for me, something I think every man would die for. But my mother's wishes would have to come first.

Now it was Jenna's turn to protest. Looking my mother square in the eye, she said that half of her life had been spent keeping secrets. She didn't want to do that any more and she didn't think either of us wanted to either. "I watched him fuck you last night. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. He ate my pussy and I know he has eaten yours. I sucked his cock. I let him fuck me while you were here. So let's just let it happen, okay. I love you so much, Mom." As Jenna, began lowering herself to Mom's pussy again, my mother surprised me by twisting around so she was facing Jenna head to foot, her mouth now inches away from Jenna's glory. Without hesitation, she raised Jenna's leg to allow for easier access and planted her mouth on her daughter's pussy. Jenna gasped at the contact, they quickly rolled on top, opening her legs wide, and herself feasting on the offering before her. I sat beside them, bug-eyed, slowly stroking my cock. After a minute, I don't think they even knew I was there.

My two lovers used lips, tongues, fingers. Mom came first, actually crying out into Jenna's cunt as she came. When her orgasm began waning, she turned her attention again to Jenna, asking for advice on what Jenna wanted her to do. Jenna told her what she was doing was perfect and she was almost there. Within a minute, Jenna's breathing was becoming ragged. Then she came. For another minute they just stayed like that. I could see very gentle finger-fucking and lots of tender genital kisses. Finally, Mom shifted positions again. She and Jenna kissed long and hard. When they turned to face me, mouths and chins were covered with each other's pussy juices.

I thought Jenna's comment, "That was fucking fantastic!" was the understatement of the afternoon.

"Oh, but look at poor Ben's cock," Jenna said in a fakey, pouty way. "It looks like it needs some pussy. And I bet his balls are just bursting. Mom, aren't you going to take care of your little boy? I think he needs your help."

Jenna could be such a card.

She pushed my head in the direction on Mom's pussy. I needed no further urging. My mouth and tongue went wild. Soon the juices were flowing from her cunt. I don't think I had ever seen her this wet. Jenna began to suck my cock. But again, it was Mom who interrupted. "I think I am a round or two ahead of you with Ben," she said. "It's your turn."

I glanced up at my sister, now busy squeezing her own tits. I eyes locked for a moment, then I pushed her down on the bed, crawled between her legs and speared her cunt with my tongue. She too was sopping wet. This was paradise. I knew I couldn't last much longer, however. What happened next, happened quickly. I quickly covered her body, she reached for my cock to direct it into her cunt.

My mother interrupted. "No. Let me." Shifting her position, she grabbed my cock, then gently stroked me before bending down to give her a better view of the target. Then she moved my cockhead to the entrance of Jenna's pussy and watched as my cock disappeared into my sister.

"Fuck me, big boy," Jenna whispered.

When I heard that, I think I lasted for another five seconds. Just before I came, I grabbed my sister's legs, tilting her even higher, entering her even more deeply. She winced as I hit her cervix, but I stayed deep. Then I filled her with my load of spunk. I can still remember thinking at that moment, that if I could get my entire body in her cunt, I would have died a happy man. As my cock began softening in her pussy, she pushed me off, took my entire cock in her mouth, and sucked me until I my erection was gone. Soon thereafter, so was I.

The frenzy of the previous evening, the emotions we had shared, the lack of any significant sleep, the session of the afternoon had worn me out. I awoke once in a darkened bedroom. A glance at the clock told me it was 10:15. I could hear movement and moaning coming from the guest room. Then I slept until dawn.

Breakfast the next morning. I was well rested. Mom and Jenna were involved in the usual morning type of chat when I made my appearance in the kitchen. "Sleep well? I asked no one in particular. Jenna answered that they had had a wonderful night. I questioned them no further. The knowing exchange of glances between the two of them was proof enough for me that "my girls" had continued to better get to know each other while I slept.

Breakfast was somewhat hurried as it was getting late. We all had obligations for the day, mine being the long drive home. After rinsing the dishes, Mom set out for an appointment in town, somewhat cryptically hoping that the three of us could get together soon.

I packed hurriedly. Then it was time to leave. But I needed to share with Jenna the thought I had been mulling since I heard the two of them in the guest room the night before. Taking Jenna in my arms and exchanging an innocent kiss, I asked her if I could speak frankly with her. She fixed me with her eyes, shrugged her shoulders, answered "Of course." Time again to take the plunge.

"Obviously, you like to enjoy a little pussy from time to time. I heard you two last night. But that isn't what I need to know. What I am interested in is if you would considering sleeping with Cathy?"

"Well, that is certainly a blunt question," she replied. "But let me answer it this way—are you fucking nuts? She's my sister-in-law. She just happens to be married to you. You didn't forget that, did you?"

"I know all of that," was my flustered response. "But I also know she doesn't seem to get off on normal sex." Jenna and I decided a second cup of coffee might be in order. We didn't speak again until we were sipping from our steaming mugs. But I sensed she had been thinking about my question. It was she who re-opened the topic.

"When you used the phrase 'sleep with,' I assume you just didn't mean share a bed, say nighty-night, and drift off to sleep. You want me to go down on her, that kind of thing, don't you. Well, look. I am bisexual—I can get off with either a man or a woman. But lesbians just don't go hitting on another female, it's not like it's some sort of fishing expedition. Somehow or other, you just sort of pick up on the vibes. I doubt seriously that Cathy has even seen another woman in the nude for the last twenty years. You are totally crazy to even ask me or to expect her to be even remotely interested."

It was then I filled Jenna in on Cathy and my experience watching porno videos. I told her that only two scenes seemed to do anything for Cathy—the black monster-cock variety and those with lesbian action, and how I could tell that the lesbian scenes were a particular turn-on for Cathy. That is when I could always count on her hand sneaking down to her pussy, her movements done surreptitiously if we were lying together. The only other time she would do that was when viewing a well-hung black guy preparing for a cream pie with a white woman. It was more obviously when each of us were sitting in separate chairs, she always grabbing a blanket before the show began.

"So I just know that there is something about seeing one woman eating another that is a turn-on for her. I think I do a fair job of going down on a girl. Mom never complains and you didn't either. But I saw how wild you two made each other yesterday. There are some things a woman knows a man never will.... Look, I just want her to be happy—to finally get something our of sex for a change. God knows it ain't going to be with me. And I can't see her doing anything with a different man—as though that would make any difference. I really think she would be willing to try it with a woman, but she sure as hell isn't going to initiate anything. Maybe all she needs is a little nudge. She doesn't repulse you or anything, does she?"

"Of course, she doesn't repulse me! I always thought she had nice little titties. But that's not the point. Sure, I could try to see how far I could get, that part is easy. But if she doesn't go for it, you know the shit will hit the fan between the two of us. She probably would never speak to me again. And you are basing this whole thing on conjecture. I don't know, Ben. Maybe you are misreading her. Maybe it's not the lesbian scenes that are getting her hot. Maybe she is just hot. I still think you are nuts."

Jenna, of course, had a point. Maybe I was totally wrong and Cathy was just plain frigid. But I continued to argue that watching lesbian action was always followed with heightened sexual desire on Cathy's part. Jenna didn't say anything for a few moments, she just sat thinking.

"One thing is for sure. If she doesn't like getting fucked by you, I don't think another guy would make a difference. I would give my left titty if Frank could do me like you did, even if it were just once. Did I tell you that when we were trying to get pregnant, he actually insisted on praying together every time before he stuck his dick in me? That really got me in the mood—not! He should have been praying for a clue instead. What a waste that guy is. But wow, a virgin pussy. You sure she has never been done by a woman? I know, stupid question. I kind of like the idea.... But how is this supposed to happen? You don't think I'm just going to call her up and suggest a bit of one-on-one action, do you?"

"Jenna," I answered, "I can't tell you how you operate this sort of thing. That is something you must have learned sometime or other. But I sort of thought that maybe the two of you could go somewhere for a weekend, share a motel room with only one bed, maybe watch a lesbian video to judge her reaction when she's with you. Somehow do whatever you have to do to test the waters. Start out innocent...go from there?"

Jenna, of course, wanted me to be more specific. I had spent some time thinking about this, so I suggested that since Cathy was enamored by Impressionist painters, and since there was an exposition in a not-so-distant major city, maybe the two of them would want to attend. Footing the bill? I suggested that Mom might be willing to help out and I would pay the rest as a gift to the two of them, an early birthday-present type of thing. As far as the motel room, we could arrange for a room with one king-size bed, claiming that when we made the reservation, that was all that was available. And for a few bucks, I was sure we could get the manager to add a video of our choice to the offerings. Nothing too wild, but definitely with lesbian activity. Jenna would already be in bed with Cathy. It would be natural for them to be in pajamas already. It would appear innocent if Jenna and Cathy were close to one another to begin with. I was sure Cathy would become horny looking at the scene. Jenna would have to take it from there. I was making it up as I went along.

Jenna just sat there thinking for a moment, then surprised me by reaching over, unzipping my pants, pulling out my cock, giving it a pretty good bite, putting it back inside, zipping me up, and then—with a wink—said she had to go and that she would be in touch. She needed some processing time.

So that ended the conversation for almost a week. Then I heard not from Jenna, but from my own wife at the supper table. She reported that Jenna had called and suggested a trip to see the exhibition. She was already taken by the idea, commented that she had told Jenna that it was probably out of our price range. I asked for more details, playing the innocent. Jenna had gone to the trouble of checking prices on everything, for a two-night stay. It wouldn't be cheap, but she said that they could share a room and not spend much on shopping. Jenna made out that she really wanted to go, since this was one of those "once-in-a-lifetime opportunities with paintings from several French museums on loan—a now or never situation. I just told Cathy we should think about it for a few days, as the exposition would run for another four weeks, but that it did sound pretty good.

In short, they went. And even though Cathy made Jenna to swear to secrecy afterwards, this is what I was later told by my loving sister. When they arrived at the hotel, Jenna just checked in as usual, never mentioning the king bed which she has reserved with my help. Cathy was a bit surprised at the lack of two beds but didn't make a big deal of it when Jenna said that was all they had left when the reservations were made. She offered to see of something else was available, but Cathy told her not to bother, she was sure it would be okay. Since the day had mostly been spent driving, the girls did a bit of window shopping, then dined, and turned in early. Jenna kept everything sweet, innocent, and straight. In the morning, they hit the exposition, had a meal at a café to save money, then went back to the room. It was still somewhat early, so Jenna suggested a drink in the bar.

They spent an hour or more sitting and chatting about this and that. One drink led to another. Cathy was slowly getting blitzed. Finally, Jenna suggested that they call it a night, as there was more to see the following day, and because she had supposedly gotten chilled on the long walk to the hotel and just couldn't get warmed up. Showers followed. Cathy first, followed by Jenna who, after her shower, ran cold water on her hands and feet—"proof" of her not being able to get warm. Finally, dressed in night attire, Jenna in her usual pj's, Cathy in a nightgown and underwear, they decided to see what was on TV. After flipping through the channels, Jenna asked about watching a movie instead. The hotel had some adult videos, something Jenna could hardly see at home because Frank would have a heart-attack if she even made such a suggestion. She also dropped strong hints that Frank was not exactly the cat's meow when it came to fulfilling a woman's needs. I had carefully—after screening a ton of porn videos—selected a video which was a two part offering. A phone call to the night manager and a $50 bill in the mail took care of the arrangements. The first was the usual porno fare followed by one which had a lesbian theme worthy of the name. The actresses were not the normal breast-enlargement bimbos, but rather two normal looking women who were just good friends who lamented about the lack of sexual excitement at home and eventually found themselves with their first lesbian encounter. A semi-Victorian production, it was a masterpiece. It actually had a plot and dialogue that made sense. Tenderness, mutual respect, and hesitant, but passionate, lovemaking were the watchwords of this video.