MINISTER'S FAMILY EMBRACES INCEST

We live in a relatively small town located pretty much in the middle of nowhere. We had one school serving both primary and secondary schools. There was a tiny hospital for emergencies but anything serious was sent to the hospital in the next town. There was only one church in town and a handful of businesses.

My dad was the pastor of the Community Church of Collingswood, the only church in town. In his forties, he stood tall and proud at around six feet tall. He was beginning to grow a small paunch as he increased his weight which, at the time these events occurred, was about 190 pounds. He had piercing dark eyes, silver tinging his hair, and was what you would call a Fire and Brimstone preacher.

Mom was a few years younger than my father and pretty spectacular herself. Long mahogany hair with tinges of copper that hung below her shoulders, green eyes, and luscious plump lips. She must have been around five foot five and weighing maybe 125 pounds, I guess. At that point in time, I could not have told you anything about her figure since she always wore loose, baggy clothing. Almost an Amish wardrobe.

My twin sister, called Sissy by us all, was a pocket version of Momma. Her hair had been the same colours as our mother's at one time but, now in a rebellious phase, she sported dyed blonde hair with her natural copper highlights. Part of the rebellious phase meant that she would leave the house dressed in Amish mode as dictated by our parents, and would change clothes at her first opportunity. That meant that around school and the town, I would have the opportunity to check out her body. Sissy was quite popular since she was as sexy as all get out. Great legs, a firm tushie, and beautiful perky C cup breasts.

Me? Nothing in particular stood out about me. I stood just under six foot by the age of eighteen, 170 pounds, and the same mahogany hair as my mother and sister. I was in pretty good shape being very active in sports. There was not much else for a senior in high school to do in this town except for sports. Our town had a movie theatre but it was old with limited seating and only played one movie at a time, generally changing features monthly.

Our lives were fairly sedate, I guess. Church activities that Sisssy or I could not worm out of with any kind of excuse filled three evenings weekly as well, of course, all day Sundays. Momma was a great cook meaning that there were few evenings we did not have parishioners at our dinner table.

Poppa missed no opportunity to spout off about his religious beliefs. Like I said, fire and brimstone. And like that minister in the movie "Footloose", Poppa hated the idea that his parishioners might enjoy their lives. He preached constantly about the perils of dancing, showing off one's body, and, of course, loose behaviour.

Sex was not for anyone, married or not. He definitely had a screw loose somewhere. His views must have been passed down to him by his mother. Gramma shared his views and wasted no opportunity to make those feelings known to her daughter in law and grandchildren.

I did not know where Grandpa stood since he said little. Especially around his wife, his son, and his daughter in law. He loosened up a great deal when they were not around.

Our story starts one Friday night in the early spring. Momma and Sissy were preparing dinner while Poppa and I were working at other household chores when our life was changed by a portentous phone call.

It was the owner of the one local gas station and service center. A car had limped into town with a couple of salesmen. Their car was in need of a new water pump. The station owner explained he could not get one ordered in until Monday leaving the salesmen stranded in town for the weekend.

One of the businesses missing in town was a motel. When needed, townspeople or travellers finding themselves homeless, Poppa would open the church doors in order for them to stay in the recreation room. Over the years, the deacon's council had purchased rollaway beds and portable screens just for these occasions.

So, Poppa went to fetch them home for dinner before making them comfortable in the town's overnight accommodations. Dinner was ready to be served when the pair arrived.

I was startled by the appearance of the travelling pair. They were not dressed like I imagined all salesmen should be. I had pictured two gentlemen dressed in suits and ties. These were not the men who appeared at our house that evening.

Both of our guests were brutish looking in appearance, wearing jeans and T-shirts. Their clothing did not look to be especially clean. Neither were the brutes for that matter. There was no escaping their odour. Poppa did not seem to notice or did not care about their appearance. I guess he just felt these lost souls needed aid. They were also a new audience for his preachings.

As dinner progressed, I inquired as to what products they represented. One muttered something about machinery while the other stood up from the table inquiring where the bathroom was located. Receiving directions, he left immediately.

After an exceedingly long time, the bathroom breaker returned. I hoped he had not stunk up our only bathroom since I would need to use it before too long.

"They have a lot of stuff here, Dick. Worth a few bucks," said the shitty brute to his companion.

"Great!" replied the other.

Poppa and Momma exchanged puzzled looks.

Standing up, Dick removed a revolver from under his shirt as did Mr. Shitty.

"Pastor, you and your family are being robbed. We need money and your car to escape this pisspot town."

All of us were rendered speechless by the statement. And, the guns, of course. Poppa tried to say something but words would not come out.

"If you and your family do what you're told, nobody will be hurt. We can leave you safe," said Dick.

Momma and Poppa nodded in agreement. Sissy screamed and raced into Momma's arms. I sat motionless trying to come up with a heroic action that would save the day.

"We need to tie you all up. Do you have any rope in the house?"

Poppa nodded and was sent to fetch it, accompanied by Mr. Shitty. When the two came back, we were all directed to our parent's bedroom. After looking around the house, Dick returned with two of our wooden dining room table chairs. The so called "master" bedroom was small and pretty much filled by our parents' bed. Only two chairs took up the rest of the available space.

The two gunmen conferred in low voices for a few moments.

"Everyone strip!" demanded Dick.

Poppa apparently found his voice box working by then as he attempted to refuse the order. Dick leveled his pistol at my sister.

"No arguments! Everyone strip!"

No one moved. I was frozen solid. It was not the enforced nudity per se. You would think my thoughts would have been along the lines of "Great! I'm going to see Momma and Sissy's tits." Instead, they were, "Momma and Sissy are going to see my cock!" I could not imagine being any more humiliated than that unless it included them pointing and laughing at it.

"Pastor! Strip!" demanded Dick.

Momma began to argue, "No, no, no."

Sissy began to cry.

I stood still motionless.

Poppa began to unbutton his shirt.

"Everyone, do as this man says. I don't want any of you hurt. God will understand."

Sissy was the first to begin stripping once Poppa had the ball rolling. Momma started crying as she began undressing as well. Dick turned to face me.

"Don't be a hero, boy. Take them off," he said waving the gun in my direction.

Of course, we moved slowly, no one hurrying to be the first person in the family to be naked. Poppa won the race without even trying. We all ended up standing naked in front of the brutes, each staring in turn directly at Dick, making sure not to check out the other family members.

"Pastor, you and the boy take seats on the chairs."

We did as ordered. I made sure my cock was hidden between my tightly clasped legs. Fortunately, I am a grower and not a shower so it was not too difficult to keep myself covered.

"Momma, you and the girl sit on their laps facing them."

They hesitated. Especially Sissy. I guess she did not want to be flashing me her naked body. As Momma and Sissy began to move, the shithead whispered something to Dick.

"That's a great idea. Ladies, stop."

I think both Momma and Sissy must have breathed a sigh of relief thinking they were going to be spared further humiliation.

"Mommy, you sit on the hero's lap and you, you are going to sit on Daddy. Move!"

"No!" exclaimed Poppa. "That is not right! My wife will sit with me and not with her son."

Dick shook his head. "Pastor, you just don't understand. I am in charge here. Not you. Mommy, sit on your son's lap right now or your family is going to start being hurt!"

The shithead laughed out loud. "Imagine what people will say when you are found like this!"

Momma offered no further argument. My eyes widened in shock as she moved into my field of vision. I wanted to look away but I just could not. My mother was one of the hottest women I had ever seen in porn, videos or magazines.

Her reddish hair hung down framing her breasts. And, what breasts they were! Although not very experienced in assessing the size of women's tits, I had to guess she had D sized boobs. Momma's boobs were spectacular. Big areolae and thick nipples already standing at attention.

Although her tits were fascinating, I wanted to take in all of Momma's body. She had a tight waist and her hips flared out leading my gaze down to her mahogany coloured muff. Finally, long toned legs. Momma had the classic hourglass figure. I wanted to admire her bum as well but circumstances did not allow for it.

Even under these circumstances though, my cock was hardening at the sight of my amazingly hot mother moving towards me entirely naked.

"No, honey, don't give in!" shouted out my father.

He just was not understanding that this situation was entirely out of our control. I think that point was hammered into him by Dick swatting him across the head with the butt of the gun. Poppa collapsed to the floor unmoving.

As she moved closer to me, Momma looked down to see that my staff was standing tall and proud. Her face blanched.

"Ricky, that is horrible!" she exclaimed. "Make it go away!"

"Momma, I can't control it. I've never seen a naked woman before."

"But, I am your mother. You must not have an erection because of me."

Rick and Shithead were getting impatient. Shithead grabbed my mother by the arm and pulled her the last steps to me. Dick shared his impatience pushing my mother down by the shoulder.

"Oh my gawd," I thought to myself. My hardened dick slid up between Momma's thighs. I could feel it rubbing against her pubic hair. And, more amazingly, Momma's big, heavy tits were directly in front of my eyes. Her rock hard nipples were within reach of my lips had I tried to move.

My father was still unmoving on the floor. I had been distracted when my naked sister had rushed to his side and was kneeling beside him, crying softly. Was he dead?

Thinking he might be, my cock seemed to dwindle away, softening by the second. The Shithead interrupted this line of thought by tying Momma and I to the chair. Unfortunately, it brought my attention back to Momma's body sitting so close to me.

My hands and legs were tied to the arms of the chair and to its legs. Momma's legs were also tied to the legs but her hands were tied to the back of the chair on either side of my shoulders. She must have looked, minus the ropes, as if she were getting fucked. Oy! My cock was hardening again.

Dick and Shithead, having finished with my mother and me, turned their attention to Poppa and Sissy. My father still seemed to be unconscious. Between them, the two brutes lifted Poppa's body to the other chair. Dick made sure he was sitting upright and supported in place by tying him up very similarly to myself.

Sissy, tears still flowing but no sounds coming out of her mouth looked horrified as she was secured to the chair straddling our possibly dead father. The two brutes checked all the ropes and left the room. We could hear their voices diminishing in volume as they moved down the hall.

They were chortling. I heard one say to the other, "They won't want to be discovered like that."

Meanwhile, back in our chair, it seemed that neither Momma's body nor mine was paying much attention to the circumstances in which we found ourselves. My dick was hard pressed against the outside of my mother's fiery pussy. Her warmed pussy lips were wrapped around the outside of my rod. Momma's substantial bush was tickling me as well. Her massive tits were begging my mouth to suckle as if I were a child again.

Momma was ignoring Sissy. "Ricky, we have to get out of this chair. We can't stay like this," she said as I felt her pussy becoming wetter against my cock.

"Momma, I can't believe they left us like this!"

From the distance we could hear things moving and banging about. The brutes must have been searching for and gathering up our modest possessions.

Momma finally remembered the other chair. She turned her torso to look in their direction. That motion caused one stiff nipple to rub across my lips.

"Sissy? Are you okay?" she called out.

My miserable looking sister tried to face my mother without any success. We could only see her backside. Not wanting too, but not able to avoid it, I realized Sissy had a great ass.

"I think Poppa is dead! He's not moving!"

"We'll get out of this soon, Honey," said my mother. "Stay calm. Someone will come."

"Momma," I interjected, "we can't be found like this!"

My mother stopped talking, disconcerted by the thoughts of what the townspeople would say about us all being discovered in these very suggestive positions. Poppa would definitely lose his parishioners.

Sissy did not say anything more. I think she might have passed out. She appeared to be flopped over my father's unmoving body. Only the ropes were keeping her anywhere near upright.

Momma turned back to face me, sliding her even harder nipple back across my lips. I tried to catch it in passing. I do not think it was planned, it was more of a reflex action. Memories of long ago, perhaps?

Momma tried to slide backwards away from my hard staff but had no slack in the rope. She tried to lift herself up off the floor enough to cause the ropes to break. The only result was that my prick shifted its position. It was no longer standing straight up. It was more like an arrow pointing at its target.

Momma was rocking back and forth still trying to break the confining ropes. Naturally enough, she ended up with my cock piercing her pussy lips. I groaned in the realization that the head of my dick was right at the opening to her cunt. I could feel Momma's labia surrounding my little head.

It was too much for me to handle. The sounds from the front of the house had ended with the slamming of the front door and our car starting. Sissy and Poppa were both unmoving and I was ready to fuck my mother. Unbelievable.

Momma seemed to be suddenly overcome by an air of dejection as she slumped down on me. This left her boobs surrounding my head. I tried to fight it, I swear, but my head turned one way and the other. I kissed each D sized tit over and over again.

It finally sunk into Momma what I was doing. She pulled her torso away from my mouth with a solid jolt. At the same time, her movement slid her pussy forward just the tiny bit that allowed my staff to fully pierce its way into her cunt.

Circumstances be damned! My cock was buried in a hot wet cunt. It did not matter a whit to me whose pussy it was or where we were. It was my very first pussy. The first pussy for my virgin cock!

"Mooommmaa," I moaned.

"Son, stop, pull it out! Pull your penis out of me!"

Doing as I was told, I tried to withdraw. Not quickly though, I was reluctant to give up the warm pussy surrounding my dick. The ropes would only let me move so far before I was stopped. Momma was obviously not thinking clearly as she was trying to stand up again. The resulting movements meant I was fucking my mother.

"Mooommmaa," I moaned.

It felt so wonderful, this new sensation so much better than what my hand delivered. I was thrilled. I was fucking a real woman. Oh my gawd, I was fucking my Momma.

And, Momma was fucking me back. In trying to release our bonds, my mother had found herself caught up in being fucked. Caught up in the feelings of a hard cock ramming into her vagina. Unlike the sensations of shame and guilt, and some pain, when her husband was the moving force. Her vagina, her pussy, was wet and warm as her son fucked her.

The sensations each was delivering to the other, mother to son and son to mother, felt fantastically wonderful. So new, so different, so fucking fantastic. As much as the confining ropes allowed, the mother and son slammed their groins together. This was not making love, this was purely fucking.

Although neither mother nor son realized it at the time, being so focused on the sensations being delivered by their bodies, the chair they were bound to was rocking. The rocking intensified the feelings they were enjoying. They fucked harder.

I wanted to kiss my mother. It seemed the natural thing to do, to kiss the woman I was fucking. I leaned as far forward as I could but with little success. Our lips would touch only briefly before the rocking motions would tear us apart again.

I did the next most natural thing I could. I licked my mother's tits. I would try to catch her tit flesh between my lips to no avail. Instead I used my teeth to trap my mother's nipples.

"Momma, I...think...I'm going to...cum!" I stammered unable to hide the delight in my voice.

"No, Ricky, you mustn't," replied Momma. Her voice was firm yet she did not attempt to stop fucking me.

"No, Ricky. No, Ricky. Noooo, Ricky."

Despite her instructions to stop, Momma continued to rock me back as hard as I was rocking her. The rocking soon came to the point where the chair would move to only two legs on the ground at one time.

"Momma, we're fucking! We're fucking and I love it!"

No sense in not sharing the obvious with my gorgeous coppery haired mother. We continued slamming into one another as much as we could. The chair kept teetering from front to back. Eventually inertia overcame gravity and the chair rocked backwards before crashing back.

That final slam took Momma and me both past our physical limits. The crash took us both into climax mode. Momma's hot, wet pussy clamped hard onto my cock. I exploded rope after rope of my cum into my mother.

The orgasmic explosion was the center of my universe right then and there. I had lost my virginity. I had lost my virginity to Momma. The only true thought in my head at that point was when were we going to do it again.

Momma must have been thinking similar thoughts as she put her arms around me and gave me a very passionate kiss. I was in the process of moving in to return her kiss when it hit me. I could not see since Momma was lying across my body but I knew it had happened.

"Momma, your hands are free!"

Momma gave her head a quick shake before moving her arms away from me. With the crash of the chair, the back had fallen into pieces. Not only were Momma's arms free of the binding ropes, the arms of the chair had broken as well allowing me to move my arms even though still attached to the chair.

It was only minutes before both Momma and I were free, me having untied our legs. We climbed slowly to our feet giving chances for the circulation to be restored to our limbs. I looked around before making a move towards the bedroom door.

"Momma, get Sissy untied. I'm going to make sure the bastards have left."

"Be careful, Honey," said my mother.

Having searched the small house and looked outside to confirm our car was gone, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen before returning to the scene of the crime. Momma was struggling, trying to untie Sissy. Using the knife, I quickly freed her. Momma and I both caught her, preventing a fall. I lifted Sissy, placing her gently on my parent's bed.

Sissy opened her eyes almost immediately. Momma took my sister in her arms and hugged her tightly. Sissy looked in my direction and saw that my naked cock was directly at her eye level. Her eyes widened in shock before Sissy turned away to bury her face in Momma's breasts.

Since Momma was taking care of Sissy, I checked on Poppa. He was still tied up, the chair and ropes preventing him from falling. I could not tell if he was breathing or not. I checked his carotid pulse and found a faint pulse there.

"Momma," I cried out, "Poppa is breathing. We need to call an ambulance!"

I began to look around for the bedroom phone before realizing the slimeballs had taken it with them. I started to rush out of the room to find one of our cell phones. Momma's voice stopped me.

"Ricky, we can't let anyone find us naked like this. All of us would probably be reviled if anyone knew what we have done. We need to get dressed before calling anyone."

As I reached for my clothes, I pulled Momma and Sissy's garments from the piles on the floor. Momma was murmuring to Sissy obviously telling her she needed to get dressed. Sissy complied but her movements were very slow.

"Momma, I don't think we can get Poppa into his clothes. What if we say he fell just as he was getting changed for bed?"

"That's a good idea, son. I'll get out his pajamas."

I gathered up all the broken pieces of Momma's and my chair. By the time I returned from hiding them in the basement, Momma and Sissy were both dressed and standing over Poppa.

With me supporting him on one side and Momma on the other, Sissy used thee knife to cut away his restraints. We had decided to ease him to the floor, destroy the evidence of the wrongdoing, and call for the ambulance.

There was only a single ambulance permanently posted to our town. Fortunately it was not on another run and arrived at our house within ten more minutes.

I let them in the front door and pointed them to the master bedroom. Poppa was still not moving, his breaths coming slowly and shallowly. The EMT's did a superficial examination before they announced he must have hit his head on the footboard of the bed. He probably had a concussion as well as the bleeding cut on the back of his head.

We watched while the EMT's hooked up IV bags and sensors on Poppa's body before lifting him carefully into the gurney. They wound a long bandage around his head to control the bleeding. They put him in the ambulance, Momma accompanying them, before racing off, sirens screaming and lights flashing. Since our car was stolen, I called a buddy to ask for a ride for me and Sissy to the hospital.

Soon enough all three of us were in the waiting room, impatiently waiting in the suitable location. When the doctor approached us with a frown on his face, I put my arms around Momma and Sissy preparing ourselves to hear the bad news.

The doctor was a parishioner and after the appropriate greetings, he gave us an update.

"The Pastor is in rough shape. The damage to his skull was not small."

"OMG, here it comes," I thought to myself.

"We have repaired the cut and given him some medications to keep him relaxed and out of pain."

I squeezed tightly the women in my arms. Momma and Sissy began to cry tears of happiness.

"But," continued the doctor, "he does have a concussion. Until he wakes up, we won't know how bad it is. So we are keeping him sedated to keep him calm. As soon as he wakes up we can decide on the next steps."

As we nodded in agreement, we thanked him for his efforts to save Poppa.

"We're going to keep him in the ICU for the next few days. You three should just go home and try to rest."

Momma spoke up, "Can we see him, Doctor?"

"You can go in one by one just for five minutes each. We need to make sure he stays calm."

About two hours after we had left our home, the town's lone cab had dropped us back at the scene of the crime.

Momma made tea for the three of us. We relaxed in the living room, Momma and I sitting at opposite ends of the couch, Sissy in Poppa's overstuffed chair.

Of course, our talk moved quickly past Poppa's health as we could not even guess as to how it would all work out. Within minutes, Momma took the conversation back to the events leading up to his crushed skull.

"We need to make sure that no one discovers the thieves made us all strip down together."

Sissy and I both nodded in agreement.

"And no one must find out that Ricky and I were tied naked to the chair together. People would jump to the craziest conclusions."

Sissy and I looked at each other before nodding again in agreement.

"Momma?" asked Sissy, "what would they think? The robbers forced us to get naked."

I looked at Momma to see how she would handle this question.

"Honey, people would jump to the conclusion that we had sex, all of us."

"No!" exclaimed Sissy. "That's awful! No one would think that? Would they?"

Momma answered quickly. "They certainly would if we had been found with you sitting on your daddy and me on your brother and all of us naked."

"Ohhhh," she said.

"So this will remain a secret. Only the three of us will know the full story. Neither of you will tell your friends or our family about that part of the story. Understand?"

Sissy and I, of course, nodded our agreement one more time.

Sissy told us she was going to go to bed. Momma told her she would be in to tuck her in shortly.

Once Sissy departed, Momma and I sat in silence. Minutes passed before my mother slid down the couch to be close to me. It only seemed natural to put my arm around her. Momma lay up against my chest.

After some minutes of more silence, an extremely uncomfortable silence, I let out a sigh.

"What is it, son?" asked my mother.

"Ummm...about...before...?"

Momma did not answer immediately. More silence, even more uncomfortable, reigned over the room.

"Ricky, I want to be completely honest with you. My sex life with your father has always been very quick, no nudity involved, in the dark, and no real passion. It was something I had to do for him as his wife. But there was no enjoyment."

I really did not know what an appropriate response to her statement could be.

"What happened between you and I was so completely different," said Momma.

I only nodded since I still did not know what to say.

Momma continued, "I have never been naked and as close to a man as I was with you."

Momma called me a man, not a boy. Of course, I was eighteen but she had always treated me like a child.

"I have never felt passion driving me as it was with you," said Momma.

I nodded encouraging my mother to say more.

"Ricky...um...well...I liked it," said Momma with her eyes aimed downward, a tremor in her voice, and a look of shame on her face.

I waited a long time before I realized she had nothing more to say at that point. It was time for me to say something.

"Momma," I gulped out, "I'm not sorry it happened. I'm sorry Poppa was hurt, of course, but I'm not sorry about what happened between you and me."

"I understand, Ricky, but it should never have happened. It cannot ever happen again."

"But, Momma, if we both enjoyed it..."

"That does not matter, Honey. Mothers and sons cannot be together in that way. Ever."

"It was the best thing that ever happened in my life. Momma, I love you even more than before we did it."

"You, you do?"

"Yes, Momma, I have always dreamed of being with someone like you. So loving, so caring, so unbelievably sexy!"

"But it was so wrong, son."

"How can it be so wrong if we love each other so much more."

Momma lifted her head from my chest in order to look into my eyes.

"We can't but I want to do it more," said Momma.

I leaned down to give my mother a kiss. Not the usual mother son kiss. A kiss filled with love, yes, but also filled with passion. A passion forbidden to mothers and sons.

"We must not, Rick. What if your father found out? Or Sissy?"

I realized immediately I was not going to win this argument with words. I pulled Momma into a tighter embrace and kissed her again. This kiss, if nothing else, was more intense than the previous one. I allowed my tongue to flit across my mother's lips giving them a quick lick.

"It will be our secret, Ricky? No one will ever find out?"

I grunted a positive answer as our lips met once again. Only this time, Momma's tongue slipped past my lips, making its entry into my mouth. One of her arms went up around my neck in order to pull me even closer to her. My hand dropped down her back in order to caress her.

My mother and I made out for a short while before we broke apart. Momma smiled into my eyes.

"You know, Ricky, that was the most wonderful sex I ever had. Your father never made me feel like you did."

More soul kisses and then, "Momma, I never thought losing my virginity would be to you."

And more kisses, "You're still not sorry, Baby?"

Many, many kisses. "Definitely not, Momma."

A pause, a silent gulp before continuing. "Momma, doing that to you was so much better than I could have imagined."

More passionate French kisses between mother and son.

"Ricky, would you like to fuck your mother again right now?"

There could be no doubting what my answer would be.

I hope you all enjoyed my story. If you did not, thanks for reading it. There will definitely be a second chapter to this story.

Momma smiled into my eyes.

"You know, Ricky, that was the most wonderful sex I ever had. Your father never made me feel like you did."

More soul kisses and then, "Momma, I never thought losing my virginity would be to you."

And more kisses, "You're still not sorry, Baby?"

Many, many kisses. "Definitely not, Momma."

A pause, a silent gulp before continuing. "Momma, doing that to you was so much better than I could have imagined."

More passionate French kisses between mother and son.

"Ricky, would you like to fuck your mother again right now?"

There could be no doubting what my answer would be.

Momma and I walked down the hallway to the master bedroom, the original scene of the crime. Along the way Momma had stopped in to check on Sissy while I waited impatiently.

Once in my parent's bedroom, stopped at the foot of the marital bed, Momma turned to me and walked into my arms. Once again we made out.

Momma was so sexy, unbelievably sexy. I always knew she was pretty but her clothing always hid her figure due to Poppa's, and I thought her, religious beliefs. Now, having seen her naked, I knew she was not only beautiful, she was extremely hot and sexy.

Momma had long mahogany hair with tinges of copper that hung below her shoulders and could cover her breasts if styled properly. She had green eyes, and luscious plump lips. And, I now knew she had D sized boobs with very little sag, large areolae, and thick rubbery nipples.

As we stood there making out, I was running my hands up and down her back, caressing it lightly. I do not know where the thought came from but I was teasing myself by avoiding groping and fondling her ass.

That would be new territory for me and I did not wish to rub it right then. My hands also travelled up and down her sides avoiding clenching her big beautiful boobs. I did not know whether this would only be my first full session with my mother or the last. Therefore, I was in no hurry.

Momma was in a greater hurry than I.

"Sit on the edge of the bed, Honey," said my mother to me.

"Oh shit," I thought. "Were we going to talk more? Did Momma change her mind?"

"Ricky, I have never stripped for a man before. I have always dreamed of it but it didn't suit your father. He didn't like seeing me naked."

"Jesus, Momma! He was crazy!"

"The Lord's name, son," Momma reminded me not to use it in vain. "That was just the way your Gramma raised him."

"I have always wanted to see you naked, Momma! I knew you were beautiful but your attire always prevented me from seeing your figure."

"You're going to see my full figure now, son, if you can restrain your impatience."

My mother did not wait for my answer. She began to shimmy, raising her hands and shaking her hips. Dancing was, of course, another of Poppa's prohibited acts.

Although Momma was not an accomplished dancer, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. When her hands dropped to her belt so did my eyes. When my mother started to pull her pants down, she went back to shimmying. She was shortly standing in front of me with only her plain white granny style panties on her lower body.

Still shaking her hips back and forth, Momma moved on to unbuttoning her loose fitting sweater one button at a time. Eventually it joined her pants on the floor.

My mother's undergarments were very unlike what I had seen in porn videos. The bra matched her panties in that they were both conservative, old style, that did nothing to enhance her looks. Definitely just utilitarian.

Momma stood in front of me, seemingly unsure of what her next steps should be. I stood back up and moved closer to her again, placing my arms around her and pulling her in for more French kisses.

While kissing my mother, I undid the three catches on her bra. I gently pulled it off her revealing her big beautiful boobs. As I have said, they were D cups, with a small amount of sag. Yet her nipples still pointed straight out.

Kissing Momma, my arms back around her, I again slowly ran my hands up and down her back using my nails to scratch lightly at her bare skin. This time though, I ran my hands down past her waist to her panties. I slid my hands under the waistband of her panties allowing me to cup her ass cheeks.

Still not having seen them, I assured myself that I would soon be admiring the ass I was caressing. By fondling her cheeks, I knew that Momma's bum was firm and tight. Momma helped me remove her panties.

"Ricky, can Momma undress you like I used to?" she asked.

"Of course, Momma."

There was absolutely no hesitation in Momma's next movements. She was almost frantic as she tore off my T-shirt. My belt only slowed her for a moment. My pants followed in short order.

When my underwear was off and I was standing in front of my mother naked, her googly eyes wandered up and down my body, her face flushed.

"I have never seen a naked man except for your father before this. And he only gave me fleeting glances. I never saw his penis like this."

"You saw mine earlier, Momma."

"I was not really paying attention due to the circumstances. Can I touch it?"

"Of course, Momma."

It seemed like my mother was more than interested in just touching it. She dropped to her knees getting a good up close and personal look at my already hard staff. Falteringly she reached out with one hand to claim her prize.

Momma held my dick in one hand before, again hesitantly, she took my hairy balls in her other hand. She squeezed them gently causing me to moan briefly. Her hands dropped everything.

"Did that hurt, Baby?" she asked me.

"No, Momma, it felt good."

She smiled and took me in both her hands once again. Momma rubbed her hand up and down my dick before adding jiggling my testicles to her newly found repertoire.

"This is so much better than I ever imagined," said Momma.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Can I, umm, kiss it?"

"Of course, Momma."

My mother pursed her lips before moving her head in close enough to kiss me on the crown. Then she kissed it again.

"Lick it, Momma, use your tongue and your lips."

My mother followed my instructions religiously. She alternated between kissing and licking my most prized possessions. She French kissed the tip of my staff over and over again.

"Momma, please take it in your mouth and suck on the head a little bit."

With a big smile on her face, my mother swallowed the tip of my cock. She needed no further instructions for the moment as she ran her tongue around the portion of my dick that was in her mouth. Sucking must come naturally to a woman, I thought to myself as she started. She returned to rubbing and squeezing my nuts as I moaned in pleasure.

Unfortunately, as she was a beginner and did not know better, the jiggling grew in intensity and her teeth closed on my dick.

"Momma! Gently, please. A man's cock is tender when he is hard."

"I'm so sorry, son. I'll stop."

"No, Momma, keep going just gentler, please. Slide your mouth up and down my shaft this time. But, be careful with your teeth."

Again, Momma followed my directions to the letter. I should also point out this was my first blowjob. I had a girlfriend give me a handjob once but we never went any further. I was not even able to touch her tits under her clothes. All of my sexual education was from porn videos.

Speaking of tits, I tried to reach down and underneath her to fondle those big tits of hers. I was successful but the position was so uncomfortable, I gave them up and leaned back against the couch.

Momma was delivering a great first blowjob. I could feel my dick thickening as the semen climbed from my balls into my ever hardening shaft.

"Momma, do you want me to cum in your mouth? I'm going to cum soon."

I heard a muffled sound as she tried to convey her feelings while still sucking on me. I repeated my question.

Taking my cock out her mouth, Momma asked me, "Is that what you do normally? Cum in your girlfriends' mouths?"

"I don't know, Momma. None of my girlfriends have ever sucked my cock like you are. I've just seen it on videos."

She might have suspended sucking but she was jerking me off. I don't know how she realized that was the appropriate measure while we had this conversation.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth, Honey?" asked my mother.

"Only if you want to."

"Will I like the taste?" she asked.

"I don't know, Momma. Some women, most women like it but some don't."

"If you cum in my mouth, we won't be able to fuck tonight. I really want to fuck you, son."

"Momma, I'm eighteen, I can shoot off more than once in a night."

"You can?" she asked. "I don't think your father could. Once he shot into me, he was done. Until the next month or so actually."

"Momma, he is crazy! I would fuck you over and over as many times as you would let me!"

"You would? Then let me finish sucking on your penis. You can cum in my mouth. I want to taste it."

With no further ado, Momma swallowed my cock again. Her mouth went as far down my shaft as she could. When she started to gag, I pulled her head back up. She looked up at me questioningly.

"Just do what's comfortable, Momma," I said.

I was really getting into this. My first blowjob was with my mother sucking my cock. The first cock in her mouth belonged to her son. Me. Incredible.

Momma was improving as she went along. Again I could feel my semen churning in my balls. Momma continued and it began to rise up my rod. I knew I was going to cum in my mother's mouth very soon.

"That's it, Momma. I'm going to cum soon. Keep sucking me, Momma!"

My mother moaned around my dick while continuing to suck. When she would look up to see my reactions, her green eyes were sparkling.

I was edging so closely to what was going to be a major league explosion of cum into my mother's mouth. I was not sure if I should warn her as I did not want any further distractions.

Just before ejaculating, I warned her. Rather than distract her, it seemed to fuel her desire for me to fill her mouth. She slowed down her up and down motions but increased the intensity of her sucking.

That was it, I shot rope after rope of hot cum into my mother's mouth. I could tell she was trying to swallow it all but there was just too much for her. My cum was starting to leak from the sides of her mouth. Momma kept sucking even after I finished cumming. She made my entire body jerk and convulse.

Finally, Momma let loose her liplock on my cock. I shriveled quickly and collapsed back onto the bed. Momma scootched up beside me laying her head on my chest. Naturally, I put my arms around her, one casually landing on her ass.

"Momma, that was great. You are great!" I exclaimed.

"Was I?" she asked. "It felt good to have your penis in my mouth and to make you ejaculate so much fluid like that."

Her sincerity and vocabulary usage made me laugh. I squeezed my mother's ass while chuckling.

"Why are you laughing?" asked Momma.

"Momma, you sounded so cute. You sucked my cock, not my penis. You made me cum, not ejaculate."

She repeated my phrasing a few times, trying the new words on for size.

"Your momma is a cocksucker," she said to me. "I made you cum in my mouth. How's that?"

"You are a great cocksucker, Momma," I said squeezing her firm ass some more.

"Ricky, I saw on television that sometimes men will put their mouths on women down there..."

"Yes, Momma, I've seen that on videos."

"Have you ever done it?"

"Not until tonight, Momma."

"Tonight? Oh, you mean now. You want to do that to me?"

"Yes, Momma, I want to eat your pussy, lick your cunt, suck on your clit, all of it."

"Oh my," said my mother as I rolled her onto her back. I pushed Momma's legs apart so there was enough room for my body between her thighs.

"This is my first time doing this, Momma. I've only seen it on videos. So I may not be too good at it."

With that and my mother's murmured assent, I crawled between her widespread legs. I hesitated for a few moments bringing up memories of videos I had seen. While thinking, I crawled further up Momma's body until my hands and mouth were on her spectacular tits.

I thought I should make my thinking time productive. Feeling my mother's big boobs was another first for me. Not just her boobs but any tits. None of my previous girlfriends had ever let me explore their naked breasts.

Momma had no compunctions. I do not know how much experience she had being felt up like this since her only other sex partner had been my father.

But, my mother seemed to be enjoying what I was doing. I moved my hands all over her tits, squeezing them constantly. I put my grip on them from underneath and lifted them up. I covered as much flesh as I could with her nipples poking into the palms of my hands. I squeezed my mother's tits as hard as I could.

The part that was truly gratifying to both Momma and me was when I wrapped my lips around her long turgid nipples. I alternated between sucking on them and biting down hard on them. Momma yipped a little, I thought in pain, but she pulled my face even tighter against her breasts.

I could have stayed there all night long except that I wanted to taste her pussy. Postponing what I hoped would be another great pleasure was no longer a possibility for me. Copying what I had seen on videos, I licked and kissed my way down Momma's body until I felt my chin moving through her damp pubic hair.

Once in the proper position, I gently pulled my mother's labia apart allowing me to see the bright pink interior of her cunt. It was wet, it had an appealing aroma, it was inviting. I looked for her clitoris seeing it nudging its way out of the little hood that protected its nerve endings.

I found it mind boggling that I was really looking into my mother's pussy. It was doubtful that my father had ever enjoyed this view. A fleeting emotion passed through my mind. I felt sorry that my father had missed out on so much in his lifetime. I hoped he would be alright.

Having been compassionate for a moment, my budding libido returned to the forefront of my brain. For the moment I had been thinking of my father, my fingers had played in Momma's pussy hair. It felt wiry and tough, so unlike the soft hair on her head. It was also damp from her leaking secretions. It fully surrounded my mother's pussy.

Well, time to take the plunge copying the moves I had seen on the multitude of porn videos I had seen on the internet. Extending my tongue as far as it would reach, I licked from as far below her gash as I could to the very top. Mmmm, it tasted good. Unlike anything I had ever tasted before but really good. I repeated the same motions over and over gradually moving my tongue deeper and deeper into her pinkness. It was awesome how her fluids adhered to my taste buds.

Momma was obviously enjoying me licking her pussy as well. The secretions were getting heavier and heavier. Both of her hands on the back of my head held me plastered against her snatch. She was also making noises, yips and yikes that I had heard on videos but thought the performers were making up.

Momma's body was arching and bucking against my face. I hoped this meant she was enjoying what I was doing to her. I hoped it meant she was going to climax from my pussy licking. Climax? Had Momma ever had an orgasm before? Once again, I had to assume she was going to have her first with her son.

I redoubled my efforts, paying special attention to her clit as I licked past it. Momma's bucking motions increased in intensity. I could feel goosebumps erupting beneath my hands. Momma's voiced rose as her squeals continued.

I hoped Sissy would not be awoken by Momma and me making love. Not that she could stop me. I was going to do everything I had ever dreamed of to and with my mother. There would be no stopping us.

Loving my Momma like this just seemed so, so, so natural and electrifying. There was also no way for her to criticize any shortcomings I may have since my mother was hardly much more experienced than me.

With my continued attack on her clit, I was now sucking it gently between my lips, Momma's reactions continued to grow in intensity. When I gently took her clit between my teeth and clamped down lightly, I thought my mother's shriek would wake not only Sissy but the entire neighbourhood. There was no doubt in my mind that I was performing the task well.

With no further warning, Momma's juices gushed into my mouth and she virtually screamed her way into orgasm. I was not sure what to do, when was enough enough, therefore I merely continued what I was doing.

Momma's shrieks stopped, presumably because there was no air left in her lungs, but she kept moaning and groaning. Her body stayed arched tight against my mouth. I kept licking, sucking, and nibbling until her muscles seemed to collapse.

Taking a moment to catch my breath and to pull a wiry pubic hair from between my teeth, I crawled up to Momma so we could cuddle again. Seeing that my mother's body was covered entirely in goosebumps, I wondered if she was cold.

Just as I pulled thee blankets up, covering us, there was a noise at the bedroom door. I looked over to see Sissy standing there in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked. "I thought I heard screaming."

Thinking quickly, I answered, "Momma was having a nightmare. I came in here to calm her down."

Obviously Momma still was not composed enough to speak. But she did grunt affirmatively, confirming my statement. Nodding, Sissy walked over and climbed into the bed on the other side of Momma. Soon, Sissy was snoring softly, no other words having been spoken, signaling she had gone back to sleep.

Seeing that Sissy was out of it again, Momma slowly rolled to face me. She slid an arm under my neck, I put an arm around her resting on that ass I still had not had the opportunity to explore. I squeezed her cheek as hard as I could.

"That was absolutely fabulous, Honey," whispered my mother. "I have never felt anything like that in my life. I've heard of orgasms but actually having one was incredible."

Momma leaned into me and we kissed. Though they started softly, there was still enough passion in the both of us to turn them into deep, hard, soul kisses. I was squeezing my mother's bum as hard as I could while her tongue explored my mouth.Stopping for a moment, Momma whispered more to me, "I want you to fuck me son. I want to feel that cock in my pussy." Momma had retained the vocabulary lesson from earlier. Haha. Hearing her words had my cock rock hard once again.

"We can't do it while Sissy is here, Momma. I want to fuck you so bad my dick is hurting."

With that said, Momma and I returned to making out. After some time, the intensity slackened and we both drifted off to sleep. It had been one hell of a long day.

I awoke with the sun shining into the bedroom. I was alone in the queen sized bed. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes while assessing the situation. I was still naked and my little friend was saying good morning to the world. The blankets were wrapped tightly around my body.

Listening intently, I heard no sounds nor voices coming from the front of the house. I snuck as quietly as I could across the hall to my bedroom, anxious not to be caught naked by Sissy.

Wearing boxers and a T-shirt covered by my robe, I left my room to head for the bathroom to relieve my bladder and wash my face. I then went to look for the women of the house.

Passing Sissy's room, I saw that the door was cracked an inch or so. I was able to see that my sister was in bed sleeping.

Continuing into the kitchen, I saw Momma, in her robe, leaning against the counter, looking out the window, with her back to me. I wanted to rush up to her and embrace her tightly. But, I was loathe to do it since I did not know what her reaction would be. Would she be sorry about what we had done last night? Would she be angry with me? Disgusted? Thinking I had taken advantage of her and the situation?

What I did not realize was that there was enough of a reflection in the kitchen window to see that I had entered the room. Nor did I realize Momma was thinking the same thoughts as me.

My mind quickly travelled through all of the previous day's events. And, I came to the conclusion that as great as the sex between my mother and I was, it was all based on love. Nothing was forced. Both of us wanted what happened to happen. Momma and I loved each other, allowing us to make love to one another.

My mind made up, I stepped quickly to my mother still facing away from me. I was not willing to take too big a risk with her so I slipped my arms around her waist, making sure I did not come into contact with any of her juicier parts.

Momma's reaction was exactly as I could have hoped for. She leaned back against me, smiling over her shoulder at me. I took a step closer to her body so my stiffening staff was rubbing against her ass. Momma wriggled her bum at my move. I slipped my hands from her waist to those huge boobs of hers. While squeezing them hard, I leaned down and kissed her on the neck where it met her shoulder.

My mother was definitely enjoying me fondling her body as she turned to face me, lifted her arms around my neck, and reached up for what was undoubtedly not your typical mother son kiss. My reaction was to slide my arms under her robe. Discovering she was fully nude under there, no panties, I clamped hard on her naked ass cheeks. Momma's ass felt sublime.

Momma stopped the kissing to ask a question.

"Any regrets about last night, Honey?"

"I regret much about last night, Momma, but nothing about what you and I did."

"Me too," said Momma. "I'm worried about your father, of course, but what you and I did? Never! I have never felt as much a woman as I do this morning."

I smiled and leaned in for more kisses. We were both getting into it when my sister's voice interrupted us.

"What are you guys up to?" she asked.

"I was just giving Momma good morning kiss."

"Hmmm," Sissy said suspiciously. "Quite the kiss."

Surreptitiously I slid my hands out from under my mother's robe, gave her another quick peck on the lips and turned around to face my sister.

"I am still upset from yesterday and you brother was giving me a hug and a kiss so I would feel better. Would you like one, Sissy?" asked Mom.

"Yes, please, Momma," was my sister's response.

Momma walked to her in order to give Sissy a hug and kiss as well.

"Have you heard from the hospital yet this morning?" I asked Momma.

"I just hung up from them. Your father hasn't regained consciousness as yet. They said to remain calm and patient. They also said we shouldn't rush over there since we won't be able to spend time with him. They will be running tests. The hospital will call us with the results as soon as they have them."

"Still unconscious," I repeated. "Since we can't visit, I'm going to go back to bed until they call. Last night was strenuous."

"I think that's a good idea, son," said my mother. "I'm going to try to sleep as well. What about you, Sissy?"

"We have a term paper to be handed in on Monday so I think I'll go over to Maggie's to work on it. Is that okay, Momma?"

"Yes, babygirl. I'll call you on your cell phone when I have any news. Be back by dinner time."

We all three went our separate ways. I lay on my back on my bed staring at the ceiling running a replay of my last night's activities with Momma. I took my balls in my hand and began to rub them. I don't know when but I must have drifted off to sleep land.

I woke up some time later with the click of my closing bedroom door. Momma was standing at the end of my bed still in her robe and presumably still naked underneath.

"Do you want me, son?" she asked.

With a flourish I threw the bedcovers off me saying, "Of course I do, Momma. Sissy?"

"Sissy left so we have some alone time."

Momma stepped to the side of my bed, took off her robe and showed me her body. I took it all in. Her beautiful face, her long graceful neck, and stopped at her gorgeous breasts. Taking a breath, I continued looking down, stopping at her copper haired pussy.

"Like what you see, Honey?"

"Momma, I love what I see. Turn around so I can see your back."

Momma spun around giving me my first view, not of her back, but more specifically her backside. It was everything I could have imagined. Momma's cheeks were taut and exceedingly well shaped. The cleft between her cheeks was deep and inviting. I could honestly say I had never seen an ass so awesome looking in my entire life, porn videos be damned.

Very quickly, I swung my legs around so that I was sitting on the bed. Taking my mother by the waist, I pulled her one step closer to me. My hands lunged to her ass. I fondled it, running my hands all over it. I took big handfuls and squeezed tightly. I put my hands under her cheeks and jiggled them as much as I could.

It was more than I could take. Leaning forward, I began to kiss my mother's ass. Open mouth, tongue lashing kisses. I nibbled my way up and down and across Momma's cheeks. Her cleft was too much to ignore. My tongue travelled from as close to her front as I could reach and then up. I loved the aroma and the slightly tangy taste of her bum crack.

Using one hand on each side of her, I pulled her ever so tightly against my exploring tongue. One hand rubbed down while my tongue travelled up. Continuing to use my tongue, I moved one hand down, between her legs and to her pussy. It was so wet, her pubic hair feeling matted against her labia.

I was so involved in what I was doing that I had not noticed my mother was making so much noise. When my hand touched her pussy, she shrieked. As I continued with my oral attention to her tushie, Momma's noise level increased, moans, groans, yips, and yikes. Finally, she swung around to face me.

"Ricky, please fuck Momma."

Without waiting for an answer she pushed me back on the bed, not even giving me an opportunity to swivel lengthwise. She knelt above me at the edge of the bed, took my rock hard cock in her hand, and rubbed it against her soaking wet pussy.

More moans and groans. Goosebumps were erupting on her body once again. Momma lifted herself up, placed my prick against her opening, and sunk down, fully impaling herself.

She shrieked. I moaned. Momma started riding my staff up and down. Her pussy was unbelievably tight and hot. My mother's fluids were leaking out around my dick.

I guess I was not really expecting the tightness as I had read somewhere that having kids loosened the plumbing. But, Momma's pussy was tight. Probably from under use.

Momma increased her speed, riding up and down as quickly as she could. She would take my cock right out to the edge of her pussy before slamming her way back down on me. When she pulled up, I worried that I would fall out of her cunt. But, my mother seemed to know just how far to pull out before ramming my staff back into her. Instinctive, I guess.

My hands were on Momma's tits, squeezing them. My fingers roamed to her nipples which I pinched. With the pinch hold on them, I pulled her boobs from side to side as well as up and down.

"Ricky, I think I'm going to cum!" exclaimed my mother.

"I'm going to cum on my son's big cock," she said.

"Me too, Momma, I'm going to cum too."

I could feel the semen climbing upwards from my balls. My dick felt like it was thickening. I knew it would not be long before my explosion occurred. And the way Momma was shrieking I knew she would reach her orgasm shortly as well. The thought of cumming in my mother's hot, tight, and soaking wet cunt was too much for me.

I wanted to make sure she passed the threshold first but I could not hold it back. As the first rope of my cum spurted into her pussy, Momma let out one long and loud shriek as her body began to experience her first orgasm from a cock in her cunt ever.

Her pussy walls clamped down hard on my cock as rope after rope of semen splashed into her. Her shrieking never stopped. Not even after she had drained my rod of all it had to offer. Her pussy kept its grip on my prick even after I stopped fucking up into her.

Eventually her volume dropped and Momma's grip on my dick loosened. She fell forward onto my chest, gasping for breaths of air. My own gasping matched hers. Finally we were able to talk.

"My god, Baby, that was wonderful!" exclaimed my mother.

"I know, Momma, it was even better than last night," I said as my dick shriveled and slid out of her.

"So much better," my mother cooed.

We lay together for some time in a tight embrace, sharing passionate kisses from time to time. We were taking full advantage of the post sexual lassitude when the kitchen phone began ringing.

"That's probably the hospital," said Momma as she climbed off my now softened dick.

"Don't move, son, I'll be right back."Momma's grip on my dick loosened. She fell forward onto my chest, gasping for breaths of air. My own gasping matched hers. Finally we were able to talk.

"My god, Baby, that was wonderful!" exclaimed my mother.

"I know, Momma, it was even better than last night," I said as my dick shriveled and slid out of her.

"So much better," my mother cooed.

We lay together for some time in a tight embrace, sharing passionate kisses from time to time. We were taking full advantage of the post sexual lassitude when the kitchen phone began ringing.

"That's probably the hospital," said Momma as she climbed off my now softened dick.

"Don't move, son, I'll be right back."

I watched my mother's naked ass leave my bedroom.

It was the hospital calling. Poppa had woken up. Momma and I dressed quickly, picked up Sissy at her friend Maggie's house and drove to the hospital. We were so happy that my father had woken up. If he had not, he would have been transferred to the big hospital in the next town.

Poppa was sitting up in bed when we entered his room. He still had a multitude of needles and electronic leads connected to his body. He was extremely pale but managed to smile at us.

The doctor had been at the nursing desk when we walked down the hallway to the room. He followed us in to give us a status report.

"As you all know, the Minister received a hearty blow to the back of the head which caused him to lose consciousness. We sutured the gash on his head and ran every test possible at this location. Since all the tests showed him to be healthy and he has regained consciousness, we are left only with the concussion to deal with. I'm going to keep him here overnight just so we can keep an eye on him. Barring any new developments, he will be able to go home tomorrow."

All of us thanked and thanked him before allowing the doctor to leave our family group. We then made a fuss over my father asking him stupid questions like how he felt.

Some minutes later, Poppa asked Sissy and me to leave him alone with Momma for a few minutes. Of course, we stepped away, deciding to go get some drinks from the vending machines. I stood outside the door once we returned while Sissy sat in a chair outside the next room.

I was able to overhear the conversation in the room. Momma started by assuring herself that he was actually feeling well. Poppa confessed that his memory of the night of the home invasion was spotty. He could remember everything up until just before he was hit in the head with the gun butt.

He said he was seeing some very strange flashback scenes in his head. They were confusing him.

"What kinds of things are you seeing?" asked Momma.

"It's very embarrassing," said Poppa.

"No need to be embarrassed, dear, tell me what you see in these flashbacks," said Momma.

Poppa's face must have blushed quite red as Momma made soothing sounds.

"Well...um...it's...I see you and Ricky standing beside each other and you are both naked," stammered Poppa.

"Oh, dear, how awful for you," Momma said to him.

"It gets worse," said Poppa.

"Go on, dear," said my mother.

"I see Sissy naked too," he almost blubbered.

"It's okay, dear, you have no control of these delusions. It must be the concussion scrambling your brain. You should try to rest now," said Momma in that soothing voice of hers again.

It was some time later that Momma came out of the room with tears streaking her face. In reaction to that, I jumped to my feet to embrace her. After a few minutes, Momma said my father was sleeping and we should go home.

Dinner that night was simple, canned soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Sissy volunteered to clean up the kitchen when Momma said she would like to relax in the tub with a glass of wine and off she went.

Having the livingroom to myself for a change, I bypassed Poppa's simple parental lock, choosing an action movie with a lot of swearing. I sprawled out on the couch and ottoman, almost dozing off myself.

I was startled out of my reverie by Momma calling out that she was going to bed. I was sorry she had to go by herself since Sissy was home. It was at this point that Sissy came into the livingroom. While I was dozing she must have gone to her room to change into her pajamas.

My sister sat fidgeting at the far end of the couch. Just when I was getting to the point of being annoyed by her, she spoke up.

"Ricky, can I cuddle with you?"

"Of course you can," I replied.

Sissy scootched down to my end of the couch, pulled her feet up and lay her head across my chest. Naturally enough, I put my arm around her, allowing my hand to rest on her back just above the waistband of her pajamas.

We watched the movie for a while until Sissy spoke.

Ricky," she began, "about last night..."

"I know," I said, "it was a horrible experience."

"I never dreamed about being naked in front of you like that."

"Yeah, that came right out of nowhere. It wasn't anything I ever anticipated either."

"Poppa saw me naked too," commented Sissy.

"I doubt he remembers much about it," I said.

"Do you remember it?" Sissy almost whispered her question.

"Of course I remember you," I said. "You are so hot, how could I forget?"

"You think I'm hot?" Sissy asked.

"Sissy, you are built like a brick shithouse," I said grinning. "Of course, I think you are hot."

"Even compared to Momma?"

"Momma?"

"She was naked too."

"You are both seriously hot, Sissy."

"You were naked too," said my twin sister.

"Yeah," I responded.

"I didn't get a good look at you, I think I fainted," she said.

"I know but it's over now and you are safe here with me. I'm sure the cops will capture those assholes soon."

Sissy said nothing more. She settled back to continue cuddling. I have no idea where the thought popped into my head from but I wondered if Sissy was trying to check out my cock. Just the thought, had my staff hardening. She had to see it growing under my sweats, it being quite noticeable.

I tried to will my rod to go down but without much luck with a hot young woman lying so close to me. Sissy's hand had been on my stomach but it seemed to be moving now. At first, I was convinced it was my imagination but when her hand found its way to within inches of my dick, I knew it was no dream.

I looked at my sister, catching her licking her lips. I just lay back and watched to see how far she would go with it. Obviously pretty far since her fingers were soon lying across my hard on. Sissy was still licking her voluptuous lips. I wanted it to be my lips on hers instead of her own tongue.

"Ricky?" she whispered. "Can I take it out? I want to see it again."

I hesitated for just a moment before responding, "Of course, Sissy."

My sister was tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants. I lifted my ass to help her get my pants down to my knees. I was going commando that evening so Sissy was soon looking at my swollen rod.

She seemed mesmerized by what she was looking at. Hesitantly, she reached out with one delicate hand to touch it. Just as her fingers neared it, I clenched my muscles causing my prick to jerk. Sissy's reaction was priceless! She almost jumped off the couch.

Sissy realized I did it on purpose so she slapped me. Fortunately not on my staff though. I put my arm around my sister, apologized for startling her, and pulled her in for a kiss. Much to my surprise, she did not seem to have had a lot of practice.

My sister's mouth and lips stayed rigid. Her tongue stayed in her mouth. Despite the near nudity and sexual tension surrounding us, Sissy found herself unable to relax. I tried making soothing sounds and petting her. Nothing seemed to work on my sister. I called myself a dunce for playing that little joke with my prick on her.

Neither of us noticed Momma enter the room until she sat down on the opposite end of the couch with Sissy between us. Momma was wearing only her sleepwear but flannel was certainly not sexy.

"Why am I not getting the idea that I am interrupting anything?" asked Momma.

Sissy's eyes were popping out of her head worrying about Momma catching us together with my pants down and my naked cock standing proud. She was also rendered speechless.

"We were trying, Momma," I said, "but I startled Sissy and she is too nervous to do any more."

"What did you do, Ricky? Did you try to force her?" asked Momma suspiciously.

I explained and Momma slapped me on my arm, almost playfully.

"Sissy, from what I saw when I came into the room, you don't seem to have had much experience kissing boys. Am I right?" asked my mother.

The nervous young girl simply nodded her agreement to Momma's statement.

"Do you want to learn how to kiss in a sexy way, Sissy?" asked Momma.

Again, a simple nod of agreement.

"Alright then, you and Ricky try it. Show Momma what you've got," she said with some humour in her voice.

I moved closer to Sissy's mouth again. Very slowly since I had learnt my lesson about rushing her. It did not go much better this time around.

"Sissy, you need to relax, to enjoy it. Let Momma show you."

She reached behind my head, pulling me towards her. Our lips were soft, mouths open, directly in front of my sister's deer like gaze. Momma moaned as our tongues travelled from one mouth to the other. Our lips crushed one against the other, our arms went around each other.

When we finally broke apart, Momma asked Sissy if she liked what she saw. Sissy nodded again and Momma told her to try it.

There was some improvement in Sissy's technique this time. Her mouth was open and soft. I ran my tongue across her lips. Then I pushed my tongue between her lips and into her mouth. Again Sissy was startled snapping her mouth closed and pulling away quickly. When her mouth closed, her teeth clamped down on the edge of my tongue hard. I groaned in pain.

Sissy was almost in tears herself. Tears of frustration and disappointment. Momma embraced my sister until she felt sure that Sissy had calmed enough to try again.

"Why don't you and I practice, babygirl," said Momma.

Still not speaking Sissy nodded. Momma put her arms around Sissy's neck and pulled my sister forward. Momma did not move directly to her daughter's lips, first she placed her lips against my sister's neck.

I watched Momma licking and nibbling from Sissy's collar bone all the way up to and along her jaw. I was making mental notes of it all. I could not help but wonder where Momma learned her technique since I doubted Poppa would be any more of a kisser than he was a fucker.

Momma continued her tongue's trek across my sister's shoulders and neck. I could see that Sissy was relaxing under my mother's oral touches. Sissy actually moaned when Momma bit at her ear lobe.

I was hardening. Except on videos, I had never seen two women making out together. There was an almost undefeatable urge for me to masturbate. But, I fought it off as I was hoping to be fucking Momma again before long and I wanted to be ready for her.

Momma switched shoulders repeating her motions on Sissy. Sissy was really getting into it. Her moaning was increasing in volume, the more Momma licked and nibbled at her. Momma was good at this.

Finally, Momma moved her lips to Sissy's lips. They met in a long passionate kiss. Sissy seemed very relaxed this time. She did not pull back when Momma's tongue flitted across her lips. In fact, she seemed to open her mouth wider. Momma accepted the invitation and slipped her tongue into my sister's mouth.

There was no doubting that Sissy was enjoying making out with our mother. She had her arms on Momma's shoulders. My sister was using some force to push her mouth tighter against Momma.

Momma's hand moved down to Sissy's shoulders again. Then further down as she began to rub and caress her daughter's back. Momma's hands slowly drifted down Sissy's body, stopping only when she was brushing against the waistband of Sissy's pajamas.

Sissy's arms tightened around Momma, the passion in their kissing growing. By this point, Sissy's tongue was spending as much time in our mother's mouth as it was in her own. There was no doubt Sissy was learning how to be a passionate soul kisser.

Momma's hand kept roaming over Sissy's body. I was almost shocked to see Momma caressing the side of one of my twin's boobs. I guess I was the only one of the three of us to be disconcerted by this move. The two women were not going to stop making out.

Glancing down at the head of my dick, I saw precum pooling at the tip. I could not fight off my own urges any longer. I took hold of my cock and used my thumb to rub the slick fluid around.

Looking back at Momma and Sissy again, I saw that Momma had her hand firmly on Sissy's tit. Her daughter was not objecting. In fact, she was arching her chest, pushing her boob into Momma's palm.

I was surprised when Sissy's reciprocal hand dropped down to Momma's back so she could, in turn, rub her mother's back. Their passion was definitely growing. Momma was fondling and squeezing her daughter's tit. Sissy's moaning had picked up in volume. I could see saliva dripping from their joined lips.

Watching these two women was an incredible turn on for me. My hand was squeezing and releasing my own hard shaft. The squeeze was so painful, it was keeping the semen churning in my testicles from rising.

Momma pushed back from her daughter, reached down, and pulled Sissy's pajama top over her head. Throwing the top onto the floor, I was delighted with the sight of my sister's tits. I had a much better view of them now than I did the night of the home invasion.

Sissy was definitely enjoying this encounter as the yet again increased volume of her now nonstop groans was also including moans. With Momma sucking at Sissy's breasts, my sister pulled our mother as tight to her tits as she could. Mom alternated from one C cup boob to the other.

My focus was almost entirely on Momma sucking Sissy's tits. My view was, of course, much more tantalizing and erotic than what I had seen of Sissy the night before. I envied Momma being able to put those long thick nipples into her mouth while she caressed the rest of Sissy's boobs.

All of this activity was making it extremely difficult to restrain myself from handling my dick. In fact, I was failing at that endeavor. I tried jerking off very slowly but within a dozen strokes, I was ready to pop. Fondling my hairy balls had no better result. The only thing I found even a modicum of success with was squeezing my shaft just below the head as hard as I could. It stopped my cum from exploding out due, I guess, to the relative pain. My sincerest hope was that Momma would eventually take pity on her eldest, and only, son and help me to finish up when she was done with Sissy.

In the past year or so, I had watched as much internet porn as I could. Poppa's child blocks were kind of childish in their complexity. Anyway, it was not him that kept me away from them, it was privacy. The house was not so big that it was easy to find a time or place to watch them.

The on screen encounters seemed to average thirty to forty five minutes in length depending upon whether or not there was a plot. I usually took satisfactory care of myself by the end of one of the encounters. This real life encounter was close to an hour in length already and I thought there was plenty more to go. Neither my mother nor my sister had reached orgasmic levels yet. Well, I do not really know but I guessed they were not there yet.

Sissy may have been approaching a climax. Her noise levels rivaled any porn queen. But, even I, with my limited experience know most of the porn actresses faked both the noises and their climaxes.

Sissy was still holding Momma's face tight to her. While Momma continued to suck and nibble her boobs, Sissy lay back against the couch with her head tilted upwards and her open mouth dribbling some saliva.

I could not simply sit there and watch. There was too much going on to keep me from wanting to contribute. Sissy's tit, the one not being worked on by Momma, was an enticing target. When Momma switched boobs, my grasping hand was quick to latch onto the unused tit.

Momma looked up, with a nipple between her teeth, nodded and smiled at me. Of course, her nodding pulled the breast up and down. It seemed Momma was being gracious enough to turn Sissy's tits over to me for our general amusement.

Momma slid her body downwards until she was kneeling between Sissy's widespread legs. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head when I realized what Momma was about to do. I was so enthralled that I stopped alternating between Sissy's tits, only squeezing one repeatedly.

Tongue out, Momma ran her face up and down each of Sissy's legs still clad in her pajama bottoms. I literally gasped when Momma pressed her face against Sissy's crotch. I could barely see it but I knew Momma was licking her daughter's pussy through the pajama material.

Sissy moaned and bucked up against Momma's mouth. It was almost as if Sissy were giving our mother permission to proceed further. And proceed is what she did. Momma gently pulled Sissy's pajama bottoms down and off, with the help of Sissy's bucking hips.

Once Sissy was naked in front of us, Momma wasted no time, she pried my sister's labia open before ducking her head back to her pussy. Momma was so close that I could not see her tongue movement. But from the motions of her head, I knew Momma was licking Sissy's cunt from the bottom to the top.

Sissy knew it too as the volume of her noises rose from moans to shrieks. My twin used one of her hands on the back of Momma's head while the other grabbed onto my squeezing hand. Sissy lifted her head and turned towards me. I guessed that was my invitation to return to us making out.

Swiftly, as I was moving close to her, I felt Sissy's tongue on my lips. She was showing no type of reluctance this time around. Our lips pressed together, passion flowing between us, our tongues switched from one mouth to the other. This time around, Sissy bit down on the tip of my tongue, but ever so gently. I looked to see her with closed eyes and a smile on her face.

My twin and I continued to make out with me fondling her firm, perky breasts. Since I had only held one other naked boob in my hand before, and not willing to compare my mother and sister, I had no choice but to rank these highly. They were inviting me to use my mouth on them but the way we three were positioned made that impossible.