Minister's Family Embraces Incest
A home invasion brings my mother and me together.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

This story is my tribute to the author RGB650. The specific story is A New Life. The story was originally published on Literotica in 2004. Although his stories have popped up on various sites over the years, it was only the same two stories over and over. If RGB650 is still active, I hope he likes what I do with his story.

Please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

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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.

Please, please, please leave your thoughts and comments. I need the feedback to improve as an author and storyteller. And, high votes massage my ego. Thank you.
Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 02
Mother and son learn about sex together.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD’s or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

This story is my tribute to the author RGB650. The specific story is A New Life. The story was originally published on Literotica in 2004. Although his stories have popped up on various sites over the years, it was only the same two stories over and over. If RGB650 is still active, I hope he likes what I have done with his story.

This is Chapter 2 and I would suggest reading Chapter 1 first to fully understand what has already happened. I forgot to label the original story as being Chapter 1 so many may have thought it a standalone story.

Please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

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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.”

*

I hope you all enjoyed the second chapter of this saga. There is still much to come.

I found it challenging to write about mother and son relations in a manner that conveyed they both lacked sexual experience. I hope you found the dialogue was suitable.

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 03
Ricky, Momma, and Sissy threesome.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

This story is my tribute to the author RGB650. The specific story is A New Life. The story was originally published on Literotica in 2004. Although his stories have popped up on various sites over the years, it was only the same two stories over and over. If RGB650 is still active, I hope he likes what I have done with his story.

This is Chapter 3 and I would suggest reading Chapters 1 and 2 first to fully understand what has already happened. I forgot to label the original story as being Chapter 1 so many may have thought it a standalone story.

Please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

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.
However, I thought I could come to Momma's assistance as she continued eating my sister's pussy. I slid my hand down from Sissy's tits, fingered her navel for a minute or two, and on to her cunt. I insinuated my index finger between Momma's face and Sissy's clitoris.

My hopes were almost crushed when Momma stopped my cruising finger from achieving its goal. But, she took my questing finger in her hand, held it to her mouth, and wet it before releasing it. Wow! Momma was making sure I would do the job well.

My damp finger went immediately to Sissy's clit and Momma's tongue went back to licking her pussy. There could be no doubting that Sissy was being overwhelmed by the sexual ecstasy we were inducing in her. She was shrieking at a high volume, her body erupting in goosebumps as she arched into Momma's tongue and my hand while she squeezed her own tits. I was sure that Sissy would be enjoying her first orgasm shortly.

It was obvious Momma was no novice at pussy licking. Whenever she pulled away from Sissy's snatch for a moment, I would see that her face was covered in Sissy's fluids. I really had to ask her where she gained her experience. Obviously Poppa was not her only lover, if you could label what they did together as making love.

With Momma really not needing my help, I pulled away from Sissy and moved behind my mother on my knees. There was no difference in the volume of Sissy's shrieks. She was screaming almost. Her orgasm could not be far behind.

Finally, I was in a position where I could admire Momma's ass. My hands travelled all across her firm and tight cheeks. I think Poppa must have been feeble minded, not wanting to keep his hands on these cheeks all day and night long.

I returned my attention to licking and kissing my Momma's fine ass. I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could doing my best to grab handfuls of her bum. She was much too firm for that though. I could pinch but not get much more flesh than that in my hands.

Sissy reached her first orgasm with our mother's tongue bringing her to a level of excitement never felt by her before. She was howling her climax to us all. I looked up from Momma's bum to see that Sissy was in a full body spasm, covered in goosebumps, and not letting my mother back away from her pussy.

Our mother offered no resistance to her daughter's unspoken demands for more. Momma waited for Sissy's body to relax, for the spasm to subside. While waiting she kissed her daughter's thighs and pubic mound over and over again. Momma's hands continued to fondle my sister's boobs and nipples.

Once Sissy had relaxed and caught her breath, Momma's tongue was back in her cunt licking Sissy's fluids from her inner walls. Excitement ruled the night for all of us. My rigid cock was still leaking precum and throbbing almost painfully.

I went back to Momma's outstanding ass. But, this time, kissing and nibbling her cheeks was simply not enough for me. Instead, I pulled her cheeks apart in order to lick the cleft from between. My tongue went from bottom to top of the intriguing trench between her cheeks.

I found her little dark hole with my tongue. I marveled at her taste, somewhat tangy and bitter at the same time but not distasteful. I licked around and around her butt hole. I speared my tongue into it. I kissed my mother's ass hole.

It was just too much for me. Momma and Sissy were in action again, Sissy's yips and yikes conveying that information to me. My cock was aching. My balls were churning. I needed release too.

Sitting up, I moved on my knees as close to Momma as I could physically be. I took my dick in hand and rubbed the tip of it along her pussy. Momma moaned her appreciation of my actions. Unable to wait any longer, I placed the tip of my staff at her coppery gateway. I lunged forward, driving my dick into Momma's cunt as hard as I could.

Momma yelped in response as she arched her hindquarters back at me. It was at this moment that I felt that I was in control of things. Momma was mewling as I pulled back before slamming forward once again. I pulled right back until only my cock head was in my mother's cunt. Then I rammed into her depths another time. Again, Momma yelped at my invasion changing to mewling as I pulled back. Internet porn was serving as my tutor.

"Momma, don't leave Sissy hanging," I ordered.

Still mewling Momma returned her attention to my twin's wet pussy. I continued what I was doing to Momma, ramming and withdrawing, with her still alternating between yelps and mewling. Sissy was still going hard with yips and yikes as she shoved her pussy at our mother's invading tongue.

But, all in all, it was too much for me. Mentally, I felt I was in control of the situation, feeling that both women would do my bidding whenever ordered, but physically, I was on the verge of losing control. There had been simply too much going on for me to hold out much longer.

"Momma, I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum in your pussy, Momma!" I exclaimed.

Momma's response was a grunt as she pushed back against me in rhythm with my spearing and withdrawing from her cunt. I could feel the semen moving from my balls to my dick. I could feel my rod thickening with the rush of cum moving closer and closer to the gateway.

I wanted to hold back as the warm, gripping feeling of me stabbing into Momma was so good. Momma's grip intensified as she hunched back at me. I could not hold back. I sprayed cum in one large, long dose into my mother's pussy.

I tried to keep fucking in and out of her but the one gusher seemed to drain me of all energy. Strength gone, I flopped onto Momma's back. I seemed to hear Sissy announcing another orgasm due to Momma's tongue.

As soon as I was able to breathe, I rolled off Momma and lay on my back beside her, still gasping. I could not fathom anything being this wonderful, this intense, ever in my life again.

Momma was not in any better shape than I was. She pulled away from Sissy to lie beside me on the floor.

"Momma, that was great," I said. "I have never felt anything like that before."

Momma tried to laugh as she responded, "Me too, son, me too. I never knew what I was missing all these years."

"Sissy?" I asked, "are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she responded.

"Come down here and do Momma like she just did you," I ordered, still trying out this controlling thing. I did not know how successful I was since this was not a part of my normal nature. But, Sissy moving off the couch and to between Momma's legs told me I was on a roll.

Sissy was very hesitant. She looked very closely at Momma's leaking pussy. My cum was dribbling out of her pussy. My sister reached a tentative finger forward and swiped some of my cum onto it. Sissy held her now wet finger up to her nose in order to smell my spend. Obviously finding it to not be rank, she licked my cum off her finger.

Satisfied with the aroma and taste, she used fingers on both hands to keep Momma's labia spread. Again she was hesitant as she moved her face closer to our mother's cunt. Taking a deep breath and seemingly gathering her courage, Sissy leaned down, stuck out her tongue, and gave Momma's pussy one long stroke of her tongue. Momma gasped in reaction.

Gawd, I love hearing the various sounds these two make! Just those sounds and noises were enough to turn me on.

Yup, I had a hard on again, it having grown while watching Sissy gathering up the fortitude to go down on our mother's cum filled pussy. Once Sissy started, there was no stopping her. Not that Momma even tried.

Momma had her hands locked around Sissy's head, pulling Sissy tightly to herself. I watched very closely while ensuring I did not put my hand anywhere near my staff.

For her first time eating pussy, Momma seemed to feel Sissy was doing a good job. Momma just could not lay still. With the soles of her feet flat on the floor, Momma was forcing herself up at Sissy's mouth almost as if she were fucking her daughter's tongue. Sissy had glommed on to Momma's spectacular tits and was holding on for dear life, squeezing them over and over.

Once again, referring to my porn video instruction tapes, I gathered my knees underneath me and moved even closer to Momma. Now, I took my extremely hard staff in hand and began to tap the head against Momma's lips.

At least that was my intention. But her reactions to Sissy's pussy licking had her whipping her head back and forth, up and down so that sometimes I hit her mouth and other times I was just rubbing against Momma's cheeks and eyes.

Once it seemed to sink in to Momma's pre-orgasmic mind just what I was doing, she turned her face towards me and sucked my cock right into her mouth. Even though this was not my first cum of the day, just marveling at Momma sucking my cock while her daughter ate out her pussy, had my balls swiftly churning out a new load of semen.

All this activity was too much for Momma to withstand. Her mouth opened and she virtually spit my prick out of her mouth in order to announce her own orgasm with a scream of passion. Once again, she held Sissy's head tight against her pussy as she bucked up and down. Her screams may have lost some of their power, but Momma continued to shriek for minutes, never freeing Sissy from her grasp.

Finally, once she was quiet again, I tried to put my dick back in Momma's mouth. I was not having any success when Sissy realized what was happening. She knee walked up Momma's body until she could reach my staff. Sissy pulled me to her, put the shaft in her mouth with no hesitation and that was all it took.

Feeling my sister's lips tighten around my cock was simply too much for my overactive prostate. I blew a load directly into Sissy's mouth. Caught unawares by the suddenness of my onslaught, Sissy began choking on the semen flooding her mouth. She spit my cock free and I continued to spray all over her face, boobs, and even on Momma as well. It was not as gratifying to me as other climaxes but it still felt good.

Soon enough, all three of us lay listlessly on the carpeted floor. Sissy climbed to her feet and staggered her way to the washroom, returning a few minutes later with washcloths and hand towels. She took it upon herself to clean both Momma and me of the cum and other fluids on our bodies. Once done, she collapsed on the couch, staring at our naked bodies.

"What did you think, Sissy?" I asked. "Did you enjoy what just happened?"

"I never knew a person could feel that good," she informed us. "It was heavenly."

"It only gets better from here," I said.

Waiting a few moments, I asked Momma the question that had been on my mind since she first attacked Sissy's body.

"Momma, this was not your first time making love with a woman was it?"

Momma blushed and smiled a quirky looking smile before admitting I was right, that she had been with a woman before.

"Who was she, Momma?" I asked.

"My sister, your Auntie Diana."

Hmmm, I thought to myself. Has our incestuous family just grown?

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 04
Gran joins the fun with Momma and Sissy.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

In order to demonstrate how important feedback and comments are, I wrote this chapter a little differently. One of my readers suggested I try to write something from the mother's perspective. I have never done this before and hope you like it.

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Waiting a few moments, I asked Momma the question that had been on my mind since she first attacked Sissy's body.

"Momma, this was not your first time making love with a woman was it?"

Momma blushed and smiled a quirky looking smile before admitting I was right, that she had been with a woman before.

"Who was she, Momma?" I asked.

"My sister, your Auntie Diana."

Hmmm, I thought to myself. Has our incestuous family just grown?

It had been a long night as we three pretended to sleep. We spent the night in Momma and Poppa's bed with me in the middle. We spent a lot of time kissing, fondling, and groping with nothing more extreme. Eventually, we fell asleep.

Once morning came, we tidied the house and ourselves. Sissy went back to her friend's house to finish up whatever project they were working on. Momma decided she needed a shower and invited me to join her.

It was as I was washing Momma's ass and pussy that I brought up the subject of her hairy cunt.

"Momma, have you ever thought of shaving yourself?"

"Shaving?"

"Yeah, down there."

"I shave my legs, Baby."

"Umm, Momma, I was thinking of you shaving this," I said as I covered her hairy muff with my hand.

Momma seemed to be taken aback by this concept.

"Why, Ricky, don't you like it?" she asked.

"Well, Momma, to be truthful, no. I don't like it. The hair covers your pussy and it can get in my mouth."

"Hmmm," she said while giving the concept some thought.

"I have seen bare pussies online, Momma, and I really like looking at them."

"I'll give it some thought then, Honey."

With that being said, I dropped to my knees in the shower in order to eat Momma's hairy pussy one more time. I may have preferred her to be shaven but I was not going to give up what was right in my face either.

Later that day, with Sissy in tow, we returned to the hospital to visit Poppa. He told us he was feeling much better and that his memory was improving. By now, he remembered all of the details of the robbery clearly up until we were herded into the master bedroom.

As we were talking, the doctor came into the room. He reviewed Poppa's chart and gave him a basic checkup, flashing a light into his eyes and having him follow his moving finger. Although the doctor seemed happy with the results so far, he still had some concerns. He told us he was unwilling to discharge Poppa today. The doctor felt Poppa still needed to be kept sedated in order to allow the swelling in his brain to go down some more. He told us he would check in again tomorrow.

Momma, Sissy, and I gave each other surreptitious glances, not altogether unhappy that Poppa would be staying in the hospital another night giving us more time to play and explore. Soon the nurse arrived to give Poppa the sedative the doctor ordered.

As Poppa's eyes began to close, I moved to stand behind Momma. I wanted her to know how much I desired her so I began to fondle and caress her firm ass cheeks. I expected Momma to slap my hands away since we were standing so close to Poppa but she did not. Instead, Momma cocked her ass up, pushing back against my exploring hands.

Sissy immediately noticed what I was doing and smiled at me. I motioned with my head for her to move closer to us. She walked to stand beside Momma who was almost having a conversation with Poppa while I continued to grope her ass. Poppa was almost asleep, completely oblivious to what we were doing, and only speaking sporadically.

Even Sissy's little squeal of delight when I took one hand from Momma's ass to use on my sister's butt was not enough to alert him. Unfortunately though Sissy's squeal was heard by a passing nurse who stuck her head in the room to see if the patient needed something.

Fortunately she was unable to see what I was doing behind Momma and Sissy. Momma told her we were just leaving and so we did.

Once in the taxi on our way home, Momma admonished me.

"Ricky, you can't do things like that in public. Someone could see."

"Like that nurse," said Sissy.

"I couldn't help it," I said, "your bums are just so inviting."

"Well, you can show us how much you like our bums when we get home," said Momma.

Unfortunately, there was not going to be an immediate return to our previous activities. There was a car I did not recognize parked in the driveway. Momma knew who it belonged to though.

"Darn it!" exclaimed Momma. "Your grandparents are here."

Poppa had given them a key to the house many years ago which they must have used since the front door was open with only the screen door keeping flying critters and such out. We entered to see Gran sitting on the couch waiting for us.

I hid my disappointment while we all did the family hug thing. Sissy looked delighted to see her grandmother while Momma seemed to be hesitant. Of course, they never had a great relationship due to Gran's condescending treatment of my mother. In fact, I think I overheard Momma whispering the words "demonic tyrant" under her breath one time.

I asked where Gramps was and was told he could not be away from his job right then, especially if Poppa was coming home soon. Gramps had his own construction business and this was his busy season.

Knowing Gran was here by herself, I knew tonight and even tomorrow would not be going according to plans. This was confirmed by Gran's next comments.

"This house is a mess, ladies we are going to make this place sparkle."

Momma and Sissy grudgingly nodded and went for cleaning supplies. Gran told me to go to my room and do some homework. She did not even bother to ask if I had any. By the way, Gran was old school and felt that housekeeping was not man's work.

Locked in my room, I began to surf the net looking specifically for mother and sister porn videos. I was interrupted by Momma rushing into my room, slamming the door behind her.

"That darn woman!" she exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Momma? The usual with Gran?"

"Yes, exactly! She does her best to put me down every chance she gets. You would think that after twenty years of marriage and two kids, she would ease up on me. But, no, not your grandmother."

"It's okay, Momma, you can hide in here. Sit down and relax."

Momma plopped herself down sort of on the bed. Her feet were still on the floor with the rest of her body on the bed itself. Her legs were spread slightly giving me a view of her strong thighs. Momma's boobs were being supported by a strong bra, I presumed, since they were still standing up proudly and not sagging to the sides as I had seen on various videos.

Watching the videos and Momma lying across my bed gave me a hard on. Even with Gran in the house I could not resist Momma's unwitting invitations. Risking her displeasure, I lay down on the bed beside her.

Momma did not react until my lips touched hers. Her mouth opened immediately welcoming my tongue within her oral domain. Leaning over her as I was, it was no effort to press my lips hard against hers. My hand drifted up her thighs, past her waist, and further up until I was groping her big tits.

We spent a solid five minutes like this before Momma shook me off in order to sit up.

"We can't, Honey," said Momma, "not with your grandmother in the house."

"Moooommmaaa..." I groaned.

"Maybe she will go out later or something and we'll have some time together."

I sighed as expressively as I could, conveying my displeasure with what she had to say.

"What were you doing before I came in?" asked Momma.

"Looking at porn videos," I said.

"Let me see," said Momma.

This was another new threshold for us, of course. My mother and I had never even discussed porn let alone viewed them together. I was somewhat embarrassed as I grabbed my laptop and returned to my bed sitting beside Momma.

We watched one video for only a couple of minutes before Momma became fascinated. We were watching a video about mothers and sons seducing one another. The second scene, with the mother being the seductress, contained footage that caused her to gasp.

"So that's what a shaved pubic area looks like," she commented.

"It does look kind of sexy," she said. "Younger somehow."

"I think you would look so very hot, Momma, if you shaved yourself bare like that."

"Yes, I can see how you would like it," Momma responded. "How does it feel?"

"I don't know, Momma, you are the first woman I ever saw naked."

"Oh, yes, right." A long pause. "I don't know if I could do it myself. I don't think I could reach everywhere."

"I could help you, Momma," I offered.

"That would not be a good idea, Ricky, because of your grandmother. What if she caught us?"

Neither of us said anything more and minutes passed.

"Maybe I could get Sissy to help? I could do her in trade," said my mother in a pondering tone of voice. And, with that she climbed back to her feet, blew me a kiss, and left my room.

Dinner that evening was a quiet affair. Gran did most of the talking and we responded when necessary in monosyllables. Once we were done with dinner, Gran announced her plans for the rest of the evening.

Gran told me I was taking her to the hospital so she could see Poppa. She told Momma and Sissy that since they had already visited today, they could stay home and get the kitchen cleaned up. "A good scrubbing" was the way she put it. For the record, except for the remains of the making dinner exercise, Momma kept our kitchen immaculate.

Gran and I left for the hospital almost immediately with me thinking this was just the opportunity Momma was searching for.

The following is from Momma's point of view as related to me.

It did not take Sissy and I very long to clean up the kitchen after my mother in law and Ricky left for the hospital. Imagine the gall of that woman implying my kitchen was a neglected mess.

Once we were done with the dishes, I took Sissy by the hand and led her into the livingroom. Sitting side by each on the couch, I pulled my daughter into a tight embrace.

It seemed only natural for us to start kissing. With no words spoken, our kisses transformed themselves into a passionate make out session. I enjoyed the feeling of our tongues twizzling around each other, lips pressed hard against one another.

Sissy took me by surprise when her hand clamped on to my buttocks. Surprise soon turned to me returning her advance by squeezing her breast. When we came up for air, I asked Sissy if she enjoyed our sexual play the previous evening, even though no answer was really needed.

"Momma, it was just awesome."

"Obviously, you don't mind if we keep on being sexually active with one another?" asked Momma.

"And, Ricky too?"

"Yes," replied Momma. "All three of us together."

"Ohhh, Momma, that would be awesome. But what about Poppa?"

"We'll figure that out when he comes home," she replied.

"I'd like you to help me with something, Sissy."

"Of course, Momma, what can I do?"

Taking Sissy by the hand, I led her to Rick's bedroom. Grabbing his laptop, we sat on the end of the bed while I searched for the video he had shown me earlier. Fortunately, he had not cleared his browser history. In a few moments more, we were looking at the video showing the woman with the shorn vagina.

I pointed it out to Sissy, telling her I would like to do that to myself. But, I was not sure I could do it by myself. I asked Sissy if she would help me. With her in agreement, we were in the bathroom very soon after stopping for nightclothes along the way.

We decided that the best thing for us to do would be to start by showering, thinking that it would be easier to shave if the hair was wet. Sissy and I enjoyed ourselves in the shower. We took turns washing each other's body.

I never knew how much pleasure I could derive from my daughter's body. Letting my hands caress Sissy's back and ass was an incredible turn on. I could not stop myself from fondling her bum while I lavished tongue kisses on her cheeks.

Her breasts were equally as intoxicating. So firm, so perky. Feeling her thick nipples hardening in my mouth was like no other feeling I had ever experienced.

And, of course, there was no way I was going to let Sissy's vagina go unappreciated. I spread her labia apart and swiped my tongue along her pussy as deeply as I could. Sissy was already sopping wet and she tasted magnificent! I didn't want to stop!

Remembering my past experiences with your auntie, I put one finger deep into her pussy and continued to lick her clitoris. Ricky, she would have crawled up the walls if she could. It didn't take long before Sissy was wailing her way into an orgasm.

I can't help but thank you for reminding me how much pleasure I could give and receive from sex. It also reminded me how unhappy, how unfulfilled I have been in this sexless marriage with your father.

As she said this, Momma was working the zipper of my jeans in order to fish out my burgeoning prick. She was doing everything she could to make sure I was feeling fulfilled.

I had to support Sissy in order to keep her from falling down. By the time, she came down from her sexual high, there was no hot water left. So we dried off. I sat naked on the toilet seat. We used your Poppa's shaving cream and razor to start doing me right away. Sissy was still a little trembly and I worried some that she might cut me.

But she soon settled down and very carefully she started removing my pubic hair. It tickled. I had to force myself to sit still so Sissy wouldn't nick me. I've seen your father after he nicked himself shaving his face. I didn't want that to happen to my tender parts.

The first part, the top, was not a difficult task except for the matter of me moving. When we got further between my legs, Sissy was being extremely delicate with the razor. Both of us had our hands down there. I was pulling my labia from side to side making it easier for Sissy to get at my hair.

Momma's hand was slowly sliding up and down my hardened staff. I was finding it difficult not to buck upwards forcing her hand tighter against my rod. Even though she was making me feel great, I did not want to distract her from the story she was relating to me. Momma was great at jerking me off, where did that talent come from?

Sissy and I were both so turned on by the intimate actions we had been performing on my body. My vagina was leaking very aromatic fluids. Sissy commented that the aroma was more welcoming than a cup of hot cocoa on a cold afternoon. And, having said that, she moved her face close to my now shorn vagina. Her tongue dipped between my labia.

I could feel her inhaling my muskiness through her nose as her tongue lingered on my clitoris. The sensations were overwhelming. It felt so different, so airy, without any hair covering my bits and pieces.

It was at that moment that the bathroom door slammed open and your grandmother was standing there frozen, mouth agape.

Gran and I had returned from our hospital visit with Poppa. He was feeling much better and pleased to see his mother there. We did not stay too long as Gran did not want to see Poppa tired out. Once we were in our driveway, I told Gran I was going to a friend's to play video games for a while. I could not have imagined what Gran was going to find inside the house.

"What is going on here? What are you two doing in here?" she demanded to know.

Momma told me she was stunned for a moment but quickly gathered her wits about her before responding.

"We are taking care of our personal hygiene. Don't you knock?" Momma retorted.

Your grandmother was taken aback by my attack in turn.

"Personal hygiene? What do you mean?" asked Gran.

"Don't you follow the health news, mother?" asked Momma.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Doctors, especially ob/gyn's are suggesting it is healthier for women to keep their private areas shaved clean. Don't you shave, Mother?"

"Well, no," she responded.

"You really should, Gran," piped in Sissy.

"Yes, Mother, you really should," said Momma. "We will be discussing this and recommending it at the next ladies auxiliary luncheon at the church. You don't want to be left out."

Momma knew what wires were live in Gran's mind. Pulling the church into it was definitely a trip wire. She also knew how her handjob was making me feel.

"Yes, Gran, we can help you," said Sissy as she charged to her feet.

"That's right, Mother, we can help."

With no further ado, we began to strip Gran of her clothing. The woman was so flummoxed she did not know which way was up. She seemed shocked when I undid her bra while Sissy was pulling down her panties.

Ricky, I was amazed by your Gran's naked body. She has good sized breasts with very little sag to them. But her bush was so hairy, she could have been part gorilla.

There was no way I could not laugh at Momma's description of Gran's hairy pussy. Momma was still jerking my dick very slowly using her thumb to smear the leaking pre-cum all over my little head. Momma leaned up to give me a passionate tongue kiss before continuing with her story. I hoped it was going where I thought it was.

I took a washcloth, soaped it up and handed it to Sissy. The little minx already had your Gran's legs spread as wide as they could go. With the cloth in hand, she moved closer between her legs.

"Gran, I am so happy you are letting us make sure your everything will be healthy once we are done. Then, to both my surprise as well as your Gran's, Sissy leaned in and gave her grandmother a kiss on the lips. It didn't look like there was any tongue involved but it was a hard kiss, not just a peck.

Sissy moved on to soaping and wetting down your grandmother's gorilla crotch. Once your grandmother was wet enough, I moved in beside Sissy and started using the razor. Even though she had so much of it, her pubic hair was soft and silky.

As I shaved her pelvis, Sissy was blowing gently on the now bare skin. I glanced up to see your Gran leaning back against the toilet with her head tilted up and eyes closed. Getting Sissy's attention, I glanced at your Gran's tits. She had extremely long and thick nipples. They were as hard as small rocks by then.

Sissy continued to blow on Gran's flesh but reached up with one hand to caress the side of her face. My mother in law groaned in appreciation. Bringing her hand back down, Sissy caressed her face down to her jaw, her neck, her chest and her breasts before lifting her hand away.

Your grandmother jerked when Sissy's hand slid across her nipple but didn't say anything. She tried to close her legs in reflex but couldn't with the two of us between them.

Sissy looked at me and grinned. The audacious little minx leaned in and gave her grandmother a kiss on the pelvis while I continued working my way down. Gran moaned again.
By this point, we both had our hands all over her pussy, pushing and pulling the skin in order to get the hair. Your grandmother was getting sexually excited. She was soaking wet and flooding the room with her own aromas. I was wet again as well and I'm sure Sissy was too.

Sissy was certainly pushing your Gran's boundaries. Sissy leaned upwards in order to caress Mother's face again.

"Do you like what we are doing, Gran? Is it making you feel good?" asked Sissy.

The older woman nodded her head, eyes still closed. Sissy leaned in to give her another hard kiss on the lips. When she pulled back, she left her chin sitting on your grandmother's breast. Gran just sighed. Sissy then put her hand on the same breast , resting it beside her chin.

When Sissy pulled her chin off the breast to return to kissing and blowing the shaven areas. Since we had made much progress, Sissy was kissing lower and closer to your Gran's vagina.

I was simply amazed when I glanced up to see that Sissy was now squeezing your Grans tit, I mean breast. And Gran was still not objecting.

As I was trimming and wiping the shaving cream off, I decided to tease your Gran just like Sissy was doing. Using the washcloth, I wiped from the bottom of her pussy to the top and then back again. I let my little finger brush against your Gran's clitoris.

She moaned at me. Sissy and I smiled at each other before Sissy went back for another kiss. This time I could see that she was using her tongue to part her Gran's lips. She caressed one tit and then the other.

I decided to go the full measure. Leaning in to your grandmother's pussy, I tickled her clit with my tongue. She moaned so loudly, you would think she was raising the dead.

I could hear smacking sounds from the two of them kissing. Then...Oh Ricky!... then your grandmother's hand was on the back of my head pushing me tighter against her pussy. So I continued what I was doing nibbling on her clit but started fingering her as well.

I doubt the woman had ever felt the kind of pleasure your sister and I were giving her. It was overwhelming any barriers she might have left. To her, it must have been ecstasy. I don't think she could have stopped us even if she wanted to.

I was interrupted by Sissy getting to her feet. She took Gran by the hand saying we should move into the bedroom. Much to my surprise, your gran offered no resistance. She simply waited for me to stand up so she could.

In my bedroom, Sissy directed Gran until she was lying in the middle of the bed. Sissy indicated I should resume my endeavours with Gran's now hairless pussy. While I made myself comfortable between your Gran's legs, Sissy lay beside her and started making out with her.

Gran was definitely back in the groove of things. She had one arm around Sissy and I could hear their lips smacking as they exchanged passionate soul kisses. Gran's other hand found its way to the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her sopping wet cunt.

I could just see enough to know that Sissy and Gran were still making out but Sissy was groping and fondling your Gran's lovely and luscious brea... tits. In between kisses, Sissy was telling her how amazing her boobs felt.

Gran was moaning passionately and constantly at this point. I could feel goosebumps erupting beneath my hands on her thighs. Gran began to buck her pelvis up against my mouth and fluids increased almost to flood levels.

Sissy adjusted her body so she was able to make love to your Gran's breas...tits. I could see her mouth on the tits, moving from one to another. When Sissy started nipping at Gran's nipples, her moans jumped in volume. Her pussy was almost drowning me as I continued to finger her and nibble at her clit.

It was no real surprise when your Gran started to shiver and shake her way into what might have been her first orgasm. What was a surprise was that she spurted so much fluid all of a sudden. I thought she was peeing on me, there was such a huge discharge. Some got in my mouth and I realized from the taste it was not urine.

"Momma, Gran is a squirter. You're right, it wasn't pee, it was a stream of her fluids. Probably because it was her first orgasm. She might not do it again."

"Oh, she did," replied my mother.

Just the thought of Gran being a squirter and Momma still massaging my cock and balls almost brought me to my own climax. I could feel the semen churning in my testicles and starting to climb.

Sissy still appeared to be in charge of our activity. In between kissing her grandmother, she asked how it felt to have an orgasm. Sissy also motioned me to move up so I was lying on the other side of my mother in law.

Your Gran had been rendered speechless by the intense feelings that overcame her during her orgasm. She was lying between us, looking blissful and relaxed. Sissy was kissing her, deep passionate kisses, while still fondling Gran's boobs.

Sissy reached over, took my hand, and placed it on the tit closest to me. Then she pushed your grandmother's face towards me indicating I should kiss the woman I had always thought of as a shrew.

But Gran returned my kiss. Her lips softened and she put up no resistance as my tongue slid between them. I swizzled my tongue around hers. Instead of resisting, your Gran's tongue started pushing back against mine. She put one arm around me, just like she had her other arm around your sister.

Sissy and I were fondling Gran's tits. Her nipples were amazingly hard.

"Gran, did you like what Momma did to you? Was that your first climax?"

It was difficult for her to answer since her tongue was in my mouth at this point. She moaned out her answer which Sissy and I presumed was an affirmative answer.

"Do you want to do this some more? Orgasm, I mean?" asked Sissy.

Your grandmother sighed out a long yessss as Sissy turned her head towards herself for more deep tongue kisses.

As Sissy turned her head back towards me, she said, "Gran, I think you should thank Momma by doing the same thing to her."

Our tongues were travelling back and forth from mouth to mouth as Gran began to squirm and attempt to shake her head in a negative manner.

"Try it, Gran, you'll love it. If you bring Momma to orgasm, I'll do you next."

Your Gran was still putting up a fight. She pulled her face away from mine saying, "I can't, I can't, I can't"

"Gran, don't you want to feel your granddaughter licking your pussy? You do Momma and I'll do you."

Gran sighed and said she did not know how to do it. Sissy told her she would show her how it was done. With extreme reluctance, your Gran agreed she would try.

We all shifted around until I was lying on my back in the middle of the bed. Sissy pushed my legs widely apart so both she and your grandmother could get close to my pussy.

Sissy began demonstrating to your grandmother by running her fingertips lightly across my pelvis and down to the sides of my thighs where they came together.

"Do what I'm doing, Gran," instructed Sissy.

To my amazement, there was no argument. Your grandmother was very hesitant, almost trembling, as she began to mimic your sister's hand movements. With minutes passing and both women tickling my pubic area, I could feel myself becoming wet.

"Did you like it when Momma finger fucked you?" she asked.

"Yessss," was the reply.

"Then you must return the favour," Sissy told her as she guided Gran's fingers to my pussy.

Sissy slid Gran's fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness around. I knew I was going to have an orgasm due to Sissy guiding this woman I almost hated at times over the years.

"Momma, I'm going to cum, I can't hold it back!" I cried out.

The events she was describing to me as well as her hand on my dick had brought me right to the edge. Imagining my stiff, formal grandmother about to fingerfuck her daughter in law was too much for me.

My mother was not hesitant. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and she sucked it as her hand motion on my staff increased in speed. Soon enough I was jetting my cum into Momma's mouth. She kept on sucking and jerking until I was fully drained and her mouth was full of her son's semen.

I flopped backwards on the bed while Momma swallowed my cum and licked me clean.

"Do you want me to tell you the rest of the story, Ricky?"

Your grandmother slipped her index finger between my labia, pushing it as deep inside my cunt as she could reach. Sissy instructed her to pull the finger out and push it back in. Then repeat.

With your grandmother fingering my hot, wet cunt, and Sissy's hand roaming from tit to tit and nipple to nipple, I wondered how long I could hold back my orgasm. Or should I just let go and have one? The two women in bed with me could bring me to another soon enough.

Sissy instructed your grandmother to pull her finger out of my pussy. It was wet with my fluids. Sissy told her to lick it, to taste my fluids on her finger. They were just in time as my impending orgasm lessened somewhat.

"Do you like Momma's taste, Gran?" asked Sissy.

Your grandmother didn't answer right away. Sissy asked the question again.

"I would never have imagined something tasting so sweet," she replied in a faltering voice.

"It's time to use your tongue now, Gran."

Sissy spread my labia and waited for Gran to move her mouth to my pussy. It took her a few seconds but I did feel her tongue on me.

"Lick Momma's pussy up and down like you did with your fingers."

I forgot all about hating her as her tongue swiped up and down my open slit. For this being her first time tasting pussy, she was doing a wonderful job.

"Now, Gran, you just go wild. Lick, suck, flick Momma's clit with your tongue. Even fingerfuck her some more."

Your grandmother shifted her position, pulling herself to her knees so she could get even closer to my snatch. She was like a whirling dervish, her mouth, her lips were everywhere. One second here, the next second there. She went wild on me and was driving me close to orgasm again.

Sissy left my side without saying anything. I was able to lift my head enough to see that she was on her knees behind your grandmother. When Sissy's tongue touched her pussy, your Gran squealed. Then she returned immediately to what she was doing with my cunt. I don't know how she figured out to do it, but Gran took my clit between her lips and started sucking it hard in between flicking it with her tongue.

That was too much for me. My orgasm blossomed over my body. I shrieked out an announcement of my explosion to Sissy and Gran. I locked my hands around Gran's head to keep her from pulling back as I flooded her mouth with my fluids. Gran moaned into my pussy as I continued to cum.

Too soon, I was done and exhausted. My tight muscles relaxed and I let your grandmother go. But she didn't pull back. She was squealing into my pussy while rocking back and forth.

Sissy had not stopped her attack on your grandmother's cunt. She kept it up until Gran squealed her way into her second orgasm. Finally, we were all exhausted. We shifted positions until we were all lying head to head, our arms wrapped around each other. Since your grandmother had squirted again, Sissy's face and even some of her hair was soaked.

Sissy asked Gran how she liked everything we had done. Your grandmother said it was the most fantastic experience of her life. She also said she couldn't wait to give Sissy's pussy a good licking too.

"Wait, Gran, you need to try Ricky," she said.

"Ricky????"

"Momma! I'm going to fuck Gran?"

"Yes, dear. You're going to fuck your grandmother."

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 05
Gran learns what servicing her grandson means.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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Your grandmother said it was the most fantastic experience of her life. She also said she couldn't wait to give Sissy's pussy a good licking too.

"Wait, Gran, you need to try Ricky!" Sissy said.

"Ricky????" exclaimed Gran.

"Momma! I'm going to fuck Gran?"

"Yes, Ricky, dear. You're going to fuck your grandmother."

Ricky:

The past few days have been a whirlwind of new and different activities with our family. The home invasion, Poppa being hospitalized, me and Momma fucking, me and Sissy and Momma together. It was enough to overwhelm an eighteen year old high school student. I was a virgin until Momma made me a man. And, to top it off, Momma has informed me that my grandmother wants to fuck me too.

I could not stop thinking about all this going on. In two days, I have gone from being a virgin to relieving me of that condition by my two closest family members. And, now a third member awaiting her turn. It was blowing my mind.

Part of my consternation was that we were accomplishing all these activities while Poppa is in the hospital. What was going to happen when he came home? I, for one, did not want this to stop. I wanted to continue fucking Momma and Sissy. I'm sure I would not be satisfied with fucking Gran just once as well. That was certainly a mouthful—fucking Gran. Could it really happen?

But, how could all of it continue? How could we sneak around Poppa? If he caught us, it could destroy our family. He did not seem the type, from what Momma has told me about him, to join in with us.

And Gran? She's old. I had never thought of her in a sexual way. She did not look very attractive to me. Always dressed in Mormon like clothing that kept her covered from neck to ankles. I really had no idea what kind of figure she had hidden away. I could not conceive of her being a sexually free woman.

And her attitude! Momma has called her a shrew and a demonic tyrant. Although she is always nice to me, I cannot abide the way she treats Momma. With thoughts like this in my mind, how could I even get a hardon with her? I do not think so.

But maybe she does have a good figure hidden away. Momma and Sissy have told me she does. I don't know.

Gran:

I am evil. My son is in the hospital with a severe head injury and I allow myself to be seduced by my daughter in law and her daughter, my granddaughter. I don't know which was worse, them conspiring to turn me into joining in their unholy games or me participating. Why did my god desert me this way? How did he allow these women to be taken by the devil?

I needed to pray. I needed to pray with my son. He would give guidance to us both. He would be able to confer absolution on my soul. He would be able to drive these evil thoughts from my mind. God would save me with my son's help.

How does my son make love to this harlot? Should he not have cast her into the desert years ago? I have always told him he was too good for this woman. And, does he know? Does he condone these dirty sexual practices in his home? Does he couple with both his wife and daughter?

What is my son like in bed? Does he make his wife and daughter squeal like they did me? My husband always wants sex but I only allow him to penetrate me once monthly. I even taught my son this was all a woman required from her husband to maintain a solid marriage.

Was I wrong? Does a man need more? Does a woman need more? Would my son make love to me? Would he insert his hard phallus into my vagina? Would I allow him to take me sexually?

I remember seeing him naked a few times when he was a teenager. Always by accident, of course. His penis rivaled his father's in size. But his father was satisfied with our once a month unions. Is that enough for my son? Does he want more? Does he do more?

His wife is such an attractive woman. Despite being a horrible wife and mother, she does look very attractive. I can see her using her evil sexual powers to lure my son into being more active. And, my granddaughter! She is so attractive as well, very sexy. Does her father screw, I mean, copulate with her too? Does he...?

Oh my god, I have never felt so much a woman, so much a sexual creature as when Sissy led me into my son's bed. How can a young girl be so masterfully seductive with a woman like me?

And, orgasm! I have never felt like that in my life. I have heard the term before but I have never had an orgasm. I have never discharged so much fluid when I do my monthly chore with my husband.

Now, that I have had, not one but two orgasms, can I live without having more. Can having such intense feelings be a gift from god? Or, is it another instance of the devil trying to sway us from the path of righteousness with his apple?

I don't think I am strong enough to withstand this temptation on my own. But, if I confess to my son I had sex with his wife and daughter, what will he think of me? Will he cast me out of the garden of his love?

Oh my god! What do I do?

Ricky:

Well, Poppa is staying in the hospital for another night. The doctor said he was healing well but he still felt Poppa needed more time to rest and recuperate. It's great that he is getting better but even greater that Momma and I are getting another night to play.

Oh shit, Gran is still here.

After dinner, Momma and Sissy went out to do some shopping. Gran said she would clean up the supper dishes. I had some homework to do, so I went to the couch with my books.

Some time passed before Gran was finished with the cleaning of the kitchen. When she was done, Gran joined me on the couch, sitting at the far end from me. Since she was not saying anything, I returned my attention to my school work.

After more time had passed, I began to feel uneasy. Sort of creepy. Like someone was staring at me. Looking up, I saw that it was Gran examining me. She quickly turned away as I returned her gaze.

Mentally shrugging, I returned my focus to my homework. In a few minutes more, I could feel Gran's staring eyes on me again. Exasperated, I closed my book and looked to Gran myself. Gran swiftly looked away from me in turn.

I looked hard at my grandmother's body trying to see what Momma and Sissy had described to me. She was pretty enough in the face for a woman her age. She looked to have smooth skin, not too many lines or furrows, at least not on her face or neck.

Her tits? Momma said they were good sized. I don't know. I can't make them out under the bulky top she is wearing. Her legs are also covered up.

Maybe it would be cool to strip those clothes off her. Imagining I was sucking on her tits was giving me a hard on.

Gran:

Oh my, he's staring at me. My grandson is staring at me. Is he thinking of having his way with me? He has a bulge in his crotch. Does he have an erection? Is he getting excited sexually because of me? What do I do?

"Ricky, why are you staring at me?" I asked him.

"My eyes have been opened, Gran, to many new things lately. I have learned to pay more attention to the people around me," replied my grandson.

He is, what do they call it, checking? Yes, checking me out. Does he like what he is seeing?

"Have you noticed anything new or different about me, Ricky?"

His eyes roved up and down my body. His erection seems to be growing. How big can an erection get? How long can it last?

"Yeah, Gran. I am seeing you in a new light."

"What kind of new light?"

"I have always thought of you as a strict and forbidding woman. As devoted as a nun to your church," said Ricky.

"Strict and forbidding?"

"Yeah, but not so much today. You look more relaxed," he said.

"Do you like me better looking relaxed?" I asked.

"Ummm, I guess I do..." said Ricky giving me a part answer.

"Is there a but in there somewhere, Ricky."

Ricky's face turned red as he blushed.

"You can tell me, Honey, go ahead."

Still blushing, he responded, "I wonder how relaxed you can be around me?"

Oh my my. Is he hinting at something? Does he know about me and his mother and sister? Is he hinting at wanting me too?"

"How relaxed would you like me to be?" I asked.

He hesitated for at least a full minute before gulping and answering me.

"We watch a lot of those family dramas and chick flicks on TV..." he stopped talking.

"Keep going, tell your grandmother what you are thinking."

Yes, yes, yes, tell me that you are thinking of me. Desiring me.

Ricky said, "On those television shows, the families are always close. They are always hugging. They cuddle together on the couch. Our family doesn't act like that, especially you."

That's not what I was hoping, I mean thinking, he might say. He just wants a loving family life. I can do that.

"Would it make you feel better, Ricky if I hugged you more? Even cuddled with you?"

"Yes, Gran, I think that would be great."

Without saying anything more, I scooted down to his end of the couch. Facing him, with one foot on the floor and the other bent under my rump, I reached up to take my grandson into an embrace. Our hug started loosely but his arms gradually tightened around me.

Ricky:

Wow, this was mind blowing. I can't remember the last time Gran hugged me except for quick embraces at the door when either of us arrived at the other's home. I tightened my arms around her, pulling her closer, until I could feel her boobs right up tight against my chest. I liked it.

"Gran, this feels good. I like holding you in my arms like this."

"Me too, Ricky, I like how this feels too."

I wasn't really thinking, I was just feeling. I tightened my hold on my grandmother one more time. I lay my head on her shoulder. I guess this new softer version of my grandmother was enough to dispel any qualms I might have had concerning her attitude. My hard cock seemed to think so.

Gran:

It felt so good with his arms wrapped around me so tightly. I could not even remember the last time I was hugged like this. Certainly not by my husband or my son. This young man was making me feel appreciated. Even wanted.

Wanted? Oh god! Does Ricky want me? As a woman? I tried to look down to see if he still had an erection but his body was too close to mine to see anything. I could feel though. I could feel my nipples getting hard under my top.

I was getting turned on by this young man. I should get off this couch right away. Right now. I should get up right now. I should definitely not be pulling him tighter to me.

Oh my god. I can feel him breathing on my neck, his face is so close to me. How can this be happening. I can feel goosebumps on my arms.

Ohhhhhh, my grandson is kissing my neck. It feels so wonderful. His mouth is open and his tongue is touching my neck. Ricky is sucking on my neck. Isn't that what a hickey is? My grandson is giving me a hickey. Marking me, branding me. I need to stop this right now.

Ricky:

Fuck! My grandmother's hugs grew even tighter. Her tits were jammed up close against my chest. My mouth was plastered against her throat. Still not planning anything, I did only what I thought was natural.

I kissed Gran on her neck. She moaned her approval as I kissed her again and again. I let my lips part a tiny amount so I could feel her skin against it. Gran moaned even louder. Holy fuck, I was turning my grandmother on.

I nibbled just a little bit on her neck before pushing my lips as close against her as I could before beginning to suck. I doubt my grandmother ever felt a hickey before. But she was feeling this one. Still moaning, she wrapped her hands around my head pulling my lips as tightly against her as she could.

I had to use all my strength to push away from the grip Gran had on my neck. She looked disappointed thinking I was trying to escape. But that was not my intention. I turned her face towards me, moving in for a full kiss on her lips.

Gran:

He is pulling away. He is so strong. He doesn't like doing anything like this with his old shrew of a grandmother. This is so embarrassing. He doesn't find me attractive. I feel like crying.

What is he doing now? He is not getting up. He turned my head towards him. He is giving me a deep, heartfelt kiss. Right on my lips. His lips feel so good. Somehow masculine tough but soft as well.

I returned his kiss to the best of my ability. I felt his lips open and his tongue brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth, softened my lips, and allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth. This feels so good. Kissing my grandson like a woman and not a grandmother is so very exciting. I tightened my arms around him again.

With me holding on to Ricky so tightly, he removed one of his arms from around me. That hand slid down my shoulder and my side. It was such a great feeling combined with our continuing kisses. I don't know how I knew but I knew I was turned on more than I had ever been in my lifetime. Not that my sexually opened lifetime had lasted more than one day. So far.

Ricky's hand began to slide back up my side. But he stopped at my breast. My grandson had his hand on my boob. He was squeezing it and bouncing it up and down a little bit. I felt like my nipple was going to tunnel through my clothing to freedom.

Ricky:

Momma was right, this woman, my grandmother, was a sexual woman after all. And hot. Her tongue began wrestling with mine. I slipped it out of her mouth and her tongue followed mine into my mouth. I was making out with my Gran. Fucking fantastic!

She was holding me so tightly my arm felt uncomfortable in this position. Lifting it over her arm encircling my head, I slid it down her shoulder, down her side, almost touching some side boob.

Gran was not objecting. Her tongue and mine were dueling from one mouth to the other. My grandmother's moans were getting louder and louder by the moment.

Sliding my hand back up her side, I stopped at her tit, covering it with my palm. Squeezing Gran's boob, I realized Mom had not been exaggerating. It was a good sized tit for sure. It felt firm to the touch. I bounced it and found it had some sag as it was free to move up and down.

I kept my hand moving from Gran's tit to her ass as she knelt before me. My rigid staff liked what was going on. I am sure I was leaking pre-cum by this point.

I decided to risk everything. I didn't want to scare my grandmother but my cock and I wanted more. I was too impatient to wait any longer.

"Gran," I began after breaking off our kissing," come to my room with me. I want to make love to you."

"Don't you mean you want to fuck me?" asked my grandmother.

Gran:

I can't believe I said that. My grandson wants to fuck me. And, I want him to fuck me too.

I unraveled my body from his and stood beside the couch waiting for Ricky to get up. When he did, my grandson stepped close to me, wrapped his arms around my back, and leaned in for another kiss.

His tongue speared between my lips again as we renewed making out. Ricky's hands caressed their way down my back to my rump. His fingers, tightened like claws, dug their way into my backside, pulling me tight up against his penis.

My grandson's cock was hard and poking almost straight out. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my vagina against his cock. I moaned my appreciation of the feeling into his mouth. How could I have passed on feeling like this all these years? God or the devil providing these sensations, I did not care any longer. I only wanted my grandson inside me.

Ricky:

God, this woman was hot. Momma had not misled me about that. Her boobs were bigger than a handful, her ass was tight and taut, her mouth extremely active and not in a bitchy way for a change.

Gran offered me no argument when we I acknowledged that I wanted to fuck her. Standing in front of the couch with my hands on her butt, she was actually rubbing her pussy against my hard staff.

I couldn't wait any longer. With my arm around her, I led my grandmother to my room. She was nervous, I could feel her trembling. In fact, I was trembling too, partly due to nerves and partly to anticipation.

In my room, taking charge of my scared grandmother, I pulled her back into an embrace. I kissed her gently and lovingly on the lips. I wanted to feel her tits so I glommed on to them. Feeling was not enough, I wanted, needed to see them.

Gran:

His hands were on my breasts. My grandson squeezed them hard. My nipples were like little rocks poking through my clothing. Ricky leaned in to give me another passionate tongue kiss. I kissed him back and we continued French kissing.

Then, without stopping the kissing, Ricky's hands left my breas...tits as he began to undo the buttons on my top. I have never had a man undress me before this. My husband and I always changed clothes singly in the bathroom. I have never seen Ricky's grandfather fully naked except by accident nor he me.

One button after another was opened, I could feel the coolness of the room on my breas...boobs. Already I could feel myself breaking out in goosebumps. My nipples were so hard, they were almost aching for my grandson to touch them, to kiss them. I could not control my trembling. Not trembling due to fear or nervousness, trembling due to anticipation.

I was going to be... to be... fucked. My grandson was going to mount me soon and fuck me. Fuck me like I have never in my life been fucked.

Ricky slid my blouse off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. His mouth was immediately on my tits, kissing and licking them, while his hands went to my back in order to unclasp my brassiere. It joined my blouse on the floor.

That's it. His lips were finally on my nipples. Ricky kissed my nipples. My grandson took my nipples between his teeth while his hands roved all across my tits. I almost shrieked when his teeth clamped onto my nipples and began nibbling on them.

"Ricky, no one has ever done this to me before," I said.

"Gran, you have great tits, I mean, breasts."

"No, Ricky, they are my tits. Tits that have never ever been sucked. Until your Momma."

My grandson continued to fondle my tits with one hand while the other slid back around to my bum. I held his head in a tight grip. I could feel Ricky fumbling around trying to find the zipper of my skirt.

Taking the initiative, I pushed him away and reached behind me to help him. I wanted to be naked in front of my grandson. I moaned as I realized how much I wanted to see my grandson naked. How much I wanted to see his penis, his cock.

"Ricky, let me do this. You take off your clothes."

"Gran, we are going to be naked in front of each other and I am going to fuck you."

I almost squealed in delight.

"Gran, take your panties off. I want to see your cunt."

This time I did squeal as his big dick was revealed. I rubbed my pussy, feeling its wetness. Before last night with my granddaughter and her mother, it had never been wet.
Ricky:

My grandmother's tits were awesome. They were large with quarter sized areolae and perky nipples. Her boobs hung down a bit but her nipples still pointed more or less outwards. They were soft, squeezably soft like the Charmin commercials say.

I forgot that Gran had been shaved by Sissy and Momma last night. Her smooth pussy was already glistening with wetness. And, I was about to fuck it!

I could wait no longer. I needed to sink my dick into my grandmother's hot and wet pussy right away. She wanted it too. I could tell by the way she was talking. I think using the new words for her body parts had been turning her on. I knew she wanted me to fuck her as much as I wanted to fuck her.

I spun Gran around and pushed her down on my bed. She scooted up on her bum until her head was on the pillow. The videos always demonstrated some amount of foreplay as being a needed part of the encounter but I couldn't wait. I slid up the bed myself until my rod was close to her cunt opening.

Gran:

I watched my grandson sliding up the bed towards me. I only got glimpses of his dick, but with my legs spread wide and Ricky between them, I knew his cock was close to entering me.

"Help me, Gran. Put my cock in your pretty pussy," he said.

I shivered as I reached down between my legs and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Although I had touched my husband's prick from time to time, it never felt like my grandson's dick. I could feel Ricky's staff throbbing in my hands.

With one hand holding onto his dick, I used my other hand to hold open my labia. In seconds, I could feel my grandson's cock slipping between my lips. A few seconds more and I felt his testicles, his balls, slapping against my ass.

Oh my god! My grandson was fucking me with his big dick. The feelings were unbelievable. This was unlike I had ever felt before. His cock must have been bigger than his grandfather's penis. I swear he was touching parts of me that had never been touched before.

Ricky slid his cock out of my pussy. I groaned in disbelief. He was done already! That couldn't be! Just before the tip of his cock left me, Ricky shoved it back in so quickly that I let out a shriek of pleasure. My grandson fucked in and out of my pussy rapidly. I wrapped my legs around him not knowing where that move had come from.

Ricky slowed his cock down and took it back to the opening of my pussy before slamming it in again. Hard. I shrieked again and dug my nails into my grandson's back. He kept ramming that beast into me. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the stroke. I even thought I was getting close to an orgasm.

What would an orgasm from my grandson's cock fucking me feel like? Would it be as intense as the ones his sister and mother had given me? Was it different from women than men?

I didn't have long to wait. I could feel my pussy muscles clamping down on Ricky's invading dick. My breathing was becoming more and more difficult. I could feel the wetness of my pussy around his cock. I could hear a squishing noise as the feelings grew within me.

"Ricky, I think I'm going to orgasm soon," I almost gasped at him.

"Cum, Gran. You're going to cum because your grandson is fucking you!"

With that he increased the speed of his slamming cock even more. It was too much for me. I squealed and shrieked as orgasm took control. I bucked my pelvis against him and a flood of my fluids spurted out all over us.

My whole body, every muscle, locked in place. My squeals changed to screams of ecstacy as more and more warm fluid pumped out of me.

"It's my turn, Gran, I'm going to cum in your cunt now."

Ricky rammed into me a few more times before I could feel his semen pumping into me.

Ricky:

I don't know if fucking Gran actually felt better than me fucking Momma or Sissy. It felt different though. And, she squirted on me! That was so fucking awesome.

Listening to my Gran screaming out my name and god's name while she came was also fucking awesome. It was a quick fuck, my cum being forced out of me when Gran squirted.

I was still hard when I rolled over on my back. Gran lay beside me attempting to catch her breath. Her tits slid to the side a bit and her nipples were also still hard. She was covered in her own cum. I wanted to fuck her again. Yup, fuck my Gran, again and again.

In a few moments, Gran rolled to face me. Even though she had caught her breath, her face was still a bright red. She moved in to kiss my lips. Her tongue moved into my mouth. I could feel Gran's hand fumbling between us, searching for my pole.

"Ricky, you still have an erection," she exclaimed. "Wasn't I good for you?"

"Gran, you were, are, wonderful, a great fuck. But, at my age, sometimes it takes more than one cum before I get soft?"

"Do you want to fuck me again, Ricky? Stick your hard cock into your grandmother's pussy?"

I do want to fuck you more, Gran. But, I also want to feel your mouth on my cock. I want my grandmother to suck my cock."

Gran:

My grandson wanted me to suck his cock? I thought as a feeling of revulsion rippled through me. The mere thought of putting my mouth on Ricky's cock made me feel nauseous. Good women didn't do things like that.

But, was I a good woman anymore? I had had sex with my daughter in law and her daughter. Certainly good women didn't do that. And I had let my grandson fuck me! A good woman didn't do that either.

I would never have imagined how being a bad woman could make me feel so wonderful, so much more like a woman. I do know, however, I want to keep feeling like this. I want to continue to be a bad woman.

Oh God! And, if a bad woman sucks cocks, I am going to suck my grandson's cock like the bad woman I am becoming. I hope he will tell me how to do it.

"Ricky, I have never sucked a cock before. You will have to tell me how to do it."

"Gran, you are great! I'll tell you exactly what to do. Lie down between my legs."

I shifted my position as he instructed.

"Now take my prick in your hand." Again I did as instructed.

"But, Ricky, it's not as hard as it was. Your cock is getting softer."

"You'll have to give it some encouragement, Gran. Wrap your fingers around it. Then, hold it loosely, and slide your hand up and down."

So far, it was easy.

"That's it, Gran, you're jerking me off."

"Will this make you cum?"

"It will if you do it long enough. Now aim the head towards you and rub your lips across it."

Ricky almost lost me there. But I reminded myself how good it felt to be bad so I followed my instructions. Screwing up my face, I tentatively brushed his cockhead across my lips. It wasn't bad. I think I could taste a mixture of my fluids and his semen on it. I liked that taste.

I kept brushing my grandson's dick across my lips. With no further instructions, I pursed my lips and kissed Ricky's cock. I kept sliding my hand up and down his shaft as I breathed in his aroma and kept kissing his cock head. I kissed all over the head and down his shaft. I could feel my grandson's thick dick throbbing in my hand.

There was a lot to say for being a bad woman. I wondered if all pricks tasted and smelled the same. What would my husband's prick taste like? Oh my god, how could I tell him I wanted to taste his cock? What about my son's cock? What would it taste like?

"Now, Gran, stick out your tongue and lick it. You're doing great!" exclaimed my grandson.

With less hesitancy I swiped my tongue up and down his shaft making sure I missed no part of his cock. Liking the feeling of it throbbing under my tongue and hearing Ricky's moans, I began to slide my hand up and down even faster while licking anywhere my fingers weren't.

I must be doing a good job as Ricky is still groaning. He is bucking his hips upwards towards my face. On a down stroke, I kept my hand at the base of his hard cock and continued licking it. I opened my mouth and put my lips around the sides of his dick, sliding my whole head up and down.

I am doing a good job. He is loving it, my grandson is loving it. I went back to licking up and down. I swizzled my tongue around the head. I was really getting the hang of this, it was just like eating an ice cream cone. I saw that there was a drop of fluid at the end of Ricky's cock. I came to the conclusion that this indicated he would begin to cum soon.

Ricky was so wrapped up in what I was doing to him that he was no longer giving me instructions. I decided to improvise, putting my lips to the head and kissing it. Gradually, I opened my mouth further and further until the entire head was in my mouth.

Thinking this was where the sucking part of cocksucking came in, I did it. It must have been the right thing to do since Ricky put one hand on the back of my head while moaning my name over and over. My tightly wrapped fingers were sliding up and down his shaft rapidly.

"Gran, Gran, you're going to make me come."

I sucked harder.

"Gran, Gran, Gran..."

I sucked even harder, feeling my cheeks puckering.

"That's it, Gran! I'm cummming! I'mmmmm cumming!"

My grandson flooded my mouth with his semen. I choked on it. There was just too much for me to swallow.

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 06
Poppa joins the rest of the family.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

In this chapter I am again using shifting perspectives in order to enhance character development. Please give me feedback on whether or not you like this.

As always, please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

Thinking this was where the sucking part of cocksucking came in, I did it. It must have been the right thing to do since Ricky put one hand on the back of my head while moaning my name over and over. My tightly wrapped fingers were sliding up and down his shaft rapidly.

"Gran, Gran, you're going to make me come."

I sucked harder.

"Gran, Gran, Gran..."

I sucked even harder, feeling my cheeks puckering.

"That's it, Gran! I'm cummming! I'mmmmm cumming!"

My grandson flooded my mouth with his semen. I choked on it. There was just too much for me to swallow.

Ricky:

Poppa came home from the hospital this afternoon. Of course, he wanted to go directly to the church in order to check on things and catch up. The doctor had said he needed more time to recuperate. Only dire threats of more bodily injury by Momma and Gran kept him home.

It was a school day for Sissy and I so we rushed home as fast as our feet would carry us once the final bell had rung. At home, we gave Poppa big hugs and told him how much we had missed him.

The police had also stopped in to update us on the investigation into our home invasion. The family car had been found abandoned in the next town over from us. There was no sign of the robbers though. Their identities had been confirmed by fingerprints from our home on the night in question as well as from the car itself. They would remain high on local police forces' wanted lists.

Gran offered to drive me over to the police station, about an hour's drive away, so I could bring the car home. The police had said there was no apparent damage to it and it was as drivable as ever.

I was coming out of my bedroom after changing out of my school clothes -uniforms ugh!- when Momma beckoned to me from the partially opened bathroom door. I walked towards her, Momma grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into the bathroom with her.

With no words spoken, we were in a tight embrace in seconds. Momma lifted her face up to be kissed. We began French kissing, our tongues moving from mouth to mouth. Momma was a great kisser, better than any of my high school girlfriends.

My hands slid down Momma's back to her ass. I cupped a strong, firm cheek in each hand squeezing as hard as I could, pulling her even closer to me until her covered pussy was rubbing against my sweat pant covered crotch. We kept up with our passionate soul kisses while grinding away on each other's body.

"I'm sorry, honey, but that's enough for now. You need to go get the car before it's too late."

"Yes, Momma," I said giving her ass one last squeeze and sharing one more kiss.

Minutes later, Gran and I were off on our errand. Much to my surprise, Gran asked me to drive.

Momma:

My husband is home. His head wound has healed nicely as has his concussion. His physical health is good. But nothing that I know of has changed his sexual health. I love my husband and want him to be healthy.

But what about my health? My sexual tide has turned. I don't see how I can go back to what Poppa and I had before. Too much has happened since the home invasion.

I don't want him to stick his dick in me for a few minutes every month. Even if I could teach him to make love to me, properly, I don't know if that would be enough.

I know I don't want to give up my son's cock. I want to be fucked hard the way he does it. Ohhh, the vigour of youthfulness comes through in his fucking me. He takes his time, pleasures me, and when I'm ready, he slams his rod into me hard enough to make me scream.

And, Sissy! Now that I have tasted and enjoyed a woman, I don't want of give up that either. I only want more. My mother in law was the same as Sissy but different. Sissy is a more commanding sexual partner while Mother needs to be led to sex.

I found Mother and my son in bed last night when Sissy and I came home from our shopping trip. They looked so calm and peaceful lying on the bed naked together. The rumpled mess of sheets and blankets showed that their time together had been anything but calm and peaceful.

I can't go back to the way things were before. Now that my son and daughter have taught me, forced me to be a sexually open woman, I can't lock that door closed again.

Ricky:

Gran was watching the scenery as we drove along the country road that was a main route to the next town. Not the fastest route, mind you, but the most pleasant drive. The road was almost overwhelmed by trees on both sides. Some of the trees met up high, creating a beautiful canopy over the road. In the late afternoon, the sun was often blocked out, meaning we were driving through shady forested tunnels.

I had thought Gran was admiring the scenery but her reflection in the window showed that she was actually looking at me. I wondered what she was thinking. About her and I fucking, no doubt. Was Gran sorry that we had done it?

Sissy:

These past few days had been incredible. I'm sorry about Poppa being hurt by those monsters but, at least, he is going to be well. Momma says he just needs to be quiet and rest for a few more days.

Before this all happened I had never thought of a woman in a sexual way. Of course, I had thought about boys. I'm eighteen years old. At one time or another I had wondered what most of the boys in my grade looked like without their clothing on. And, Ricky too, for that matter. I often tried to see him naked by accident. No luck with that though. I had even thought of asking him to show me his cock.

Fucking my brother, Ricky, was a simply incredible experience. I want more. But Poppa has seen me naked. Does he remember? Does he think I'm sexy? Momma says he doesn't fuck a lot. Can I change that?

Ricky:

"Ricky, find somewhere to pull over, please. We need to talk," said Gran.

Oh, oh, I thought. I may not be much of a man of the world but my girlfriends have taught me already that any conversation that started like that was not a good thing. Obviously I knew what the topic of the conversation would be and likely could guess what the final words would be. Gran did not want to have sex with me any more.

A few miles up the road was a spot well known to the high school crowd of both towns. Mostly, it was used for make out sessions and back seat encounters. I pulled in, drove as far from the road as possible and parked.

I turned in my seat to face Gran. I wanted to get this over with as quickly and as least humiliatingly as possible.

Leaning back against the passenger door, Gran looked at me with eyes so sad, tears could not be far behind.

"Ricky, you know I love you, right?"

I nodded without saying anything.

"Ricky I have been married to your grandfather since I turned eighteen. I was a virgin when he met me and I gave it up to him on our wedding night. My mother had told me that sex was something I had to endure for the marriage to be successful. She stated that it was as much a fact of life as my monthly periods. From that, I took it that my mother was telling me monthly sex with my husband was all the marriage needed. Your grandfather said nothing to try changing my mind."

Gran looked up at me expectantly but I did not know what to say. I decided a simple nod of my head was appropriate.

"So for almost forty five years, I have been locked into a marriage with the man I love. I love him with all my heart. But I have never loved him with my body."

A careful nod, this time.

I never knew how to love him with my body. I didn't know there should have been more between us than our monthly ritual."

Another nod.

"First Sissy and your Momma taught me how to lower the barriers and enjoy sex. I never dreamt of making love to a woman before that night. And, I never dreamt of making love to my grandson either."

Here it comes, I thought as I nodded again.

"Now, I have been unleashed as a woman. I love being with your mother and sister. But, I love being with you even more. I love you fucking me. I love sucking your cock. I don't think I can stop and go back to the way I was."

Momma and Poppa:

"Honey, I am so confused," I said to my wife.

"Confused how?" she replied.

"My memories of that night are what are confusing me. I remember right up to them pushing us into the bedroom. Then it gets fuzzy in my mind."

"I see parts of what happened in flashes. But they can't be real. It doesn't make sense."

"What do you see in these flashbacks?" asked my wife.

"I see those men making you get undressed. I see them ogling your naked body."

"What else?"

"I see them forcing Ricky to get undressed in front of you."

"Is that all?"

"Yes...no...maybe?" I was very hesitant about sharing the next piece of information with my wife.

"What do you think you see, Dear?"

"Well...um...sometimes I think they made Sissy get undressed in front of me."

"Anything else?"

"Not until I woke up in the hospital. The flashbacks give me a headache thinking about them. Trying to remember."

"Don't worry about it, Dear. Try not to think about what happened. Headaches can't be good for someone who has a concussion."

We snuggled together on the couch until I fell asleep.

Ricky and Gran:

Having said that, Gran pulled her knees under her and moved towards me. I could see that her mouth was opening as she made to kiss me. I know that she is so much older than me but making out with my grandmother was such an incredible feeling. Knowing that I had made this woman love me and want me in a sexual manner was so fucking erotic.

After a few minutes of French kissing, growing ever more passionate, I pulled back to ask Gran if she wanted to get into the backseat. I almost thought she was going to dive over the back seat.

She didn't but I did. Once in the back seat, I pulled my sweat pants down and off. Gran took off her panties outside the car before she climbed in the back.

"We don't have a lot of time, Ricky." Gran did not waste any of it. Not even bothering to close the car door, she had her hands on my dick right away. Since my staff was already stiff, Gran was able to swipe it across her face and lips.

To my mind, Gran was always old. Almost elderly. Haha. Seeing this old woman rubbing my cock against her face seemed pornographic in the extreme. Her actions were opening a new video porn category for my future viewing pleasure.

"So good, so good, so good," she kept repeating.

As she changed her grip in order to take my pole into her mouth, Gran said, "I love this cock."

My grandmother was determined to demonstrate just how much she loved my dick. She swallowed as much as she could. Gran still did not have enough experience to determine how deep she could push my prick before her gag reflex would kick in.

Once she reached that point, she pulled her head back keeping her teeth lightly clamped around my pole.

"Yeah, Gran, that's great! I love you sucking my cock."

She looked up at me as she pushed down on my staff once again. Then she pulled back up, sucking so hard her cheeks dimpled, using her teeth once more.

I have no clue as to how much time passed. I was too locked into the moment to pay any attention. But Gran must have thought we were taking too much time. My dick came out of her mouth with a popping sound. If she had continued sucking, she would have been swallowing cum before long.

But, Gran was not satisfied with being a good cocksucker. My grandmother wanted to be fucked.

Momma:

So, my husband remembered me and Ricky being naked during the robbery. And he had partial memories of Sissy being naked as well. I wonder why he can remember Ricky and me clearly but not Sissy. There had to be a reason for it.

Ricky and Gran:

Gran hiked her dress up past her hips reminding me that she had removed her panties before joining me in the backseat of her car. Her shaved bare pussy was gleaming with her dripping fluids.

She moved up my body until she was straddling my thighs with my cock pointing straight up in front of her. Holding my dick still, my grandmother lifted herself up and impaled herself on my pole. There was no hesitation, in one move, I was buried in her cunt.

Gran shrieked as she felt my dick entering her hot, wet pussy. Immediately, I could feel the walls of her cunt trying to grab my dick. Despite her age, Gran had not been fucked a lot during her lifetime so she was still relatively tight.

The who, what, and where had my balls churning almost immediately. Fucking my grandmother in the backseat of her car was almost too much for me to deal with. Reaching up to Gran's tits and squeezing them through her clothing just added to the incredible eroticness of the situation.

Gran and I were shoving our joined parts together hard. Gran was moaning her way into an orgasm. I tried to hold back my cum but it was a losing battle. Gran was immersing herself in the feelings of sexual pleasure her body was enjoying. Her moans had turned into shrieks. Fortunately no one was around.

It was too much for me. I levered my body upwards as my dick began to launch its load into my grandmother's snatch. As soon as she felt my cum splashing her insides, Gran launched herself into her own orgasm.

Momma and Sissy:

We were sitting together, Sissy and I, on the livingroom couch, each cuddled up into a corner, discussing the past few days in voices not much above a whisper. My husband was in bed resting giving us the opportunity to talk.

Having rehashed all of our activities, the subject finally came to my husband.

"I don't understand what is going on with him. He clearly remembers me and your brother being naked but he only has flashbacks of you," I said.

"Maybe he didn't like what he saw, Momma. Maybe he didn't think I was attractive. Or sexy."

"I don't think that would be the issue, Sissy. He remembers Ricky being naked and I know for a fact he would not find him to be sexy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mother in law turned her pouting face towards me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nooo, noo..."

"Or having her suck your cock?"

He was shaking his head no repeatedly.

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

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

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

"Yeah...yes..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

"Noooooo," he moaned.

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

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

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

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 07
Poppa joins the fun with Momma, Sissy, and his own mother.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

In this chapter I am again using shifting perspectives in order to enhance character development. Please give me feedback on whether or not you like this.

As always, please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

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

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

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

"But..."

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

"Noooooo," he moaned.

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

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

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

Poppa:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ummm, yes, they did."

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

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

"Of course," I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mother..." I started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sissy:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gran:

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

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

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

Sissy's shrieks were picking up in volume. I knew my granddaughter had to be approaching her climax. Standing beside the bed, I could see her entire body was covered in goosebumps. Her entire body seemed to be locked in muscle spasm as she pushed her pussy as tightly as she could against Ricky's mouth.
Oh my gawd, I had never seen another woman explode into orgasm the way Sissy did. Ricky grunted as she dug her nails into the back of his head while punching upwards against his mouth, over and over again, while she screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Both His name and Ricky's name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded her answer to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for reading my story. It took an odd twist at the end that I was not accepting. Sometimes my muse just pops things into my head. I would appreciate any and all feedback about this chapter, good or bad. And, please take a second to vote.

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 08
Another mother and daughter are introduced to the lifestyle.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

In this chapter I am again using shifting perspectives in order to enhance character development. Please give me feedback on whether or not you like this.

As always, please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

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

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

Poppa:

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

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

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

Momma:

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

Ricky:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poppa's sermon this Sunday will be extremely interesting.

Poppa:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Momma:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Esther and I again nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

"Perhaps," said the Deaconess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine, fine, let's go."

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

Sissy:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hesitated, wondering how far I should take this.

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

"Really? Isn't that a sin?"

"Poppa says no and Gran agrees."

"Your grandmother too?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course not!" she exclaimed.

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

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

"Doesn't this feel good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We three giggled our response.

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

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Minister's Family Embraces Incest Pt. 09
The Church evolves and another mother and her daughter join.
As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.

The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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

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

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

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

We three giggled our response.

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

Ricky:

"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." That is one of the opening lines of a famous novel I studied at school. It seemed to suit things that were going on around us here. Lately had been a time of discovery.

Lying here in my bed with Momma, both of us naked, my hands wandering her luscious body, and recovering from a very intensive love making session was one facet of the discovery. Both Momma and I learned that we enjoyed sex with each other more than with anyone else.

The opportunities for me to fuck women of all ages were constant. Just in my own house, in addition to fucking Momma, I had Gran and Sissy as well. Ms. Jacqui, the church Deaconess, was a frequent visitor along with her daughter, Evlynn.

Jacqui preferred to share her love with Momma and me together. She was a great lover, good body, and willing to explore all of her fantasies with us. Fucking her in the doggie position while she ate Momma's pussy was a favourite of mine. Jacqui's orgasms were always on a hair trigger which was a fabulous turn on.

We also learned that Evlynn was horrible at keeping secrets. Within days of her first encounter with Sissy and her mother, most of her friends knew of it. This meant that she and Sissy often had a horde of eighteen year old high school girls in the house. Which also meant the house reeked of sex.

Although the girls mostly played among themselves, they did want cock on a regular basis as well. At first, they mostly worked Poppa into their fun and games but, more and more lately, Poppa made himself unavailable to them. That left me, of course.

Gran was almost a permanent fixture around the house these days. From time to time, she would go to her own home to pick up additional clothing and whatever. Her home visits were usually timed for when Gramps was out of the house at work. He still had not visited us since the home invasion. It seemed that divorce would soon be consummated between them. I think Sissy, with her penchant for older men, was the most disappointed that he would not come for a visit.

And Poppa. It was extremely strange with him. All his life, he had been lectured by Gran about only having sex once per month. Now that he was unleashed, after an early explosion of sex between him and the eighteen year olds, he was holding back. Poppa had reverted to only wanting sex occasionally and his preferred bed partner was Gran. In fact, they slept together in the same room these days and Momma moved into my room.

Momma and I were still cuddling in my bed, my hand on her curvy taut ass and hers on my cock, when Poppa entered my room without knocking. We were startled when he told Momma, told her, not asked, she needed to get into their bed for their monthly.

"No, Justin, not right now, I'm comfortable here," she responded.

Poppa glared at her as he told her again she was wanted in the master bedroom. Momma continued to lie still for a minute or so before making a move to get up.

"Poppa," I began, "get out of my room. Momma and I are going to fuck soon and you're not invited. She will do you later if she wants."

He began to answer me when I told him again to get out. Momma tightened her grip on my dick and was slowly jerking my rod as I refused Poppa's instructions on her behalf. Poppa saw what his wife was doing to me and did not pursue the argument, he left.

"Ricky, that was great! The way you took control and ordered him out of the room has made me so wet."

There was no hesitation as she decided to reward me by sliding my stiffened cock into her warm and wet pussy. She was straddling me, riding me slowly up and down, when Poppa tried once again to pull her, figuratively, away from fucking her son.

"Sophie, I need you to come out here," he called out from the doorway.

I answered for her, "Poppa, maybe later, we're busy now. Get out!"

He was blushing as he left again for the final time. Momma was gasping her approval, brinking on a mini climax, as I pumped upwards into her cunt. She moaned when my hands found their way to her rock hard nipples. I tweaked her little stones, pulling on them. It was enough for her to have a small orgasm. It didn't mean she was done though.

Momma climbed off her favourite cock, mine of course, and knelt between my legs, her ass pointed upwards, as she began to suck my cock. Momma was an excellent cocksucker having learned much of it in the past few months from me and porn videos.

The next interruption was Gran coming into my bedroom. She stood at the end of the bed and started to caress and fondle Momma's cheeks while she spoke to me. Gran never passed on an opportunity to be sexual with anyone in the family.

"Ricky, your Poppa is very upset with you," she began. "He feels you were disrespectful just now."

Momma seemed to want to take my dick out of her mouth to respond to Gran. I put my hand on the back of her head, not wanting her to stop.

"Gran, he was in here giving Momma orders. He wanted her to have sex with him right then and there and we were busy."

"Your mother is his wife and she should not refuse her wifely duties."

"That's ridiculous, Gran. He spends most of his time fucking you and only wants Momma once a month. She doesn't need to jump to do his bidding."

Momma's moans increased in volume as she hunched her ass upwards. A close look showed that Gran was finger fucking my mother while we were having this discussion.

"Your mother should not refuse her husband," said Gran.

Momma's tongue was so active, it was twizzling around my cock from tip to root. Momma also had a hand on my furry testicles, fondling them lovingly.

"Truth be told, Gran, it was actually me that refused him. I told him he could have Momma after we were done. If she wanted."

Having this discussion with my grandmother, who was finger fucking my mother's pussy, while my mother sucked my cock was surreal. Momma was licking my dick like an ice cream cone and jerking me at the same time when I knew I would be cumming shortly. I could feel the semen bubbling its way out of my balls, my cock widening as a result.

"Gran," I said, "get down here. Momma, make me cum on Gran's face."

Both women obeyed my instructions. Momma took my cock from her mouth and aimed it at Gran who was kneeling beside the bed with her mouth open. Momma's jerking of my cock picked up speed.

"That's it, that's it, I'm cumming!" I exclaimed.

Momma held my dick like a fire hose making sure Gran's face would be splattered with my pulsing ropes of cum. Even when I finished splattering Gran's face, Momma kept on jerking my dick. This caused me to spasm and gasp. Repeatedly.

Once we were done, Gran climbed on the bed beside Momma allowing her to lick my semen from her face. The sight of my grandmother being cleaned by my mother's tongue was something I would never get tired of seeing. My life was being filled daily with more and more sights I would never get tired of.

This time Gran and I were cuddling. Momma was between Gran's legs eating her pussy.

"I'm being serious, Ricky, when I tell you your father feels you are being very disrespectful of him and his authority within the house. He's talking about some sort of punishment," said Gran, returning to our previous discussion.

"Punishment? What's he going to do? Cut off my allowance? Ground me?"

"I don't know, Ricky, but he is considering a punishment of some sort."

"Gran, the only real punishment he could inflict on me would be to forbid me from fucking you and Momma. And, I doubt Momma would go along with that."

A muffled sound from Momma, her face still buried in Gran's pussy, was translated by both Gran and I as her agreement with my statement. Momma and I were not willing to consider not showing our love for one another.

Gran began to groan as Momma's tongue was bringing her to the verge of an orgasm. I leaned into my grandmother to deliver a solid kiss on her lips while my hand fondled her soggy tits. Since her mouth was already open as she moaned passionately, I turned our first kiss into a deep, tongue lashing soul kiss. Our making out pushed her over the edge and Gran raced to an orgasm.

Later, Momma and Gran having left to soothe Poppa, I was lying on my bed, still naked, with my thoughts roaming. There had been drastic changes not only in our household but also at the Church.

The congregation had changed dramatically as Poppa changed the tone of his sermons, now embracing family love. Our congregation seemed much happier with their lives. As word was passed amongst their friends, new members showed up every week.

If we grew any larger, thought would have to be given to expanding our church building or moving to a new location. Fortunately, along with the growth, the Church's finances had been improving steadily. The Deacon's Board had voted Poppa a significant raise in pay allowing our family's lifestyle to improve as well.

The parishioners were still composed mostly of single mothers, a result of sermons gone by. There were, of course, happily married couples but the single women outnumbered them.

The single mothers were enjoying their more evolved sexual lifestyles to a great degree. Somehow, they began to embrace these changes within the church itself. It was not uncommon to find them expressing their gratitude in the basement family room.

I think I was involved in one of the first sexual encounters within the building. Sitting in our family pew near the front of the assembly hall, one Sunday my attention was caught by my favourite Deaconess, Jacqui. She was waving from a side door to the stairway down, summoning me to her side.

Casually, I excused myself and walked over to where she was standing. Jacqui's clothing had changed lately as had many of our parishioners. She was wearing a very tight, form hugging dress that showed off her generous tits and a lot of thigh.

I was about to learn firsthand of the changing sexual mores in our church. When she was standing close to me, Jacqui stood on her tip toes, no easy task in four inch stilettoes, and delivered a passionate kiss on the lips. I looked around, almost guiltily, and saw that some of the parishioners had seen the kiss but no one seemed to be objecting. Most of those looking at us smiled their approval.

Taking me by my belt buckle, Jacqui led me through the door and down the stairs to the Family Room. There were numerous couches and chairs spread throughout the room. Jacqui led me to a couch at the far end of the room. There she pushed me down leaving me sprawled out on the couch. Jacqui mounted me quickly, one knee on the couch, her other foot on the floor.

I did what came naturally to a horny eighteen year old, I planted my hands on her firm, inviting ass. I discovered that her skirt had ridden up her legs, leaving me to fondle bare skin.

We kissed, long and hard, allowing our passion to rise. Her mouth was the first to open, her tongue the first to enter my waiting mouth. Jacqui's tongue signaled how excited she was as it began to duel with mine. When she pulled her tongue back and mine began to follow, she caught me with her teeth giving my tongue a little nip.

I caused my hands to slide along her ass and discovered the Deaconess was not wearing panties.

"You're so bad, Jacqui, not wearing any panties in Church," I said as I broke away from our kissing.

"I know, Honey, I am so bad," she agreed with me.

"I want to taste your pussy," I said to her.

"I want you to taste it too," she began, "but you are going to have to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Just stay patient, you'll soon see," she said, moving back for another long and passionate kiss.

Soon, I heard the clopping sounds of heels walking across the floor. When Jacqui freed her lock on my head, I was able to peer around her, seeing that two other women were joining us. I tried to wriggle out from under the Deaconess.

"Relax, Ricky, they know what we are doing and what they are down here for."

I looked back and forth at all three with a questioning look on my face.

Mrs. Tolliver was another of our Deaconesses. She was an older woman, probably in her late forties or early fifties with a relatively plain face which almost always was scowling at someone or something. If you could get past the scowl and look further down, you would see that she had humongous tits, obviously her best feature, a plump tummy, and half decent looking legs.

With her was her daughter, Wendy, a thirty something year old, long divorced, who had kids of her own also attending the church. Although much prettier looking than her mother, she shared some of the older woman's bodily features. Big tits, plump, and long legs.

Finally, Jacqui told me what was going on.

"Mrs. Tolliver has not had a sex partner in a very long time. She wants that situation to change."

I almost scowled myself at the idea of fucking this so very unpleasant woman. I think Jacqui must have sensed my unease.

"Mrs. Tolliver wants to move ahead slowly. She doesn't want to let anyone into her pussy just yet."

"Ohhh?" I asked.

"She has always enjoyed oral sex and I told her a good place to start would be with sucking your cock."

"Is that alright with you, Ricky?" asked Mrs. Tolliver.

"Yes, it is but I want to hear you say the words," I replied.

"I want to suck your cock, dear, until you come in my mouth."

"Take off your top and your bra then. I want to see those huge breasts of yours."

The woman actually scowled at me, making no move to follow my directions.

"Go ahead, Vicky," said Jacqui. "It will be worthwhile."

Jacqui climbed off the couch and stood in front of her fellow Deaconess. Her daughter, Wendy, still stood beside her with a look of confusion on her face.

"Go ahead, Mother," she said. "You know you want to."

Jacqui had no issue with my instructions though as she reached out to undo the scowling woman's blouse. When she wasn't stopped by her, Jacqui leaned in to give her an open mouthed kiss on the lips, continuing to undo buttons.

When the kiss ended, Vicky was no longer scowling. She almost looked pretty when she smiled as she was currently doing. She was also topless at that point. I'm not too experienced at guessing boob sizes, most of my experience being from videos, but hers had to be bigger than DD's.

Her daughter, Wendy, held her hands out to me indicating I should stand up. The much sexier than her mother woman stepped into my embrace once I was on my feet. Her arms went around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. Her open mouth welcomed my tongue as she sucked on my lips. My hands dropped to her ass. Her cheeks were plentiful and soft, I discovered as I fondled and groped them.

"Enough, you two," interrupted Jacqui, "it's Vicky's turn."

Wendy was not much of a talker. She simply pushed me backwards onto the couch. Her topless mother shoved my legs apart so she could get herself positioned between them.

"Kiss her, Ricky," said Jacqui.

I looked at her, me scowling this time, to see her nodding encouragingly at me over Wendy's shoulder. Jacqui's arms were around the woman, hands on big boobs, and squeezing. I could have watched for much longer but did not.

Turning back to Vicky, I moved my face close enough for our lips to meet. Surprisingly enough, Vicky's full lips were soft and inviting. We kissed a few times, mouths closed, but increasing in passion. Vicky's arms went around my neck as she spread her lips open to allow her tongue entry to my mouth. I hope it was pent-up passion that caused her to jab me so hard.

I let her guide us orally. But tactilely, I was in charge. I wanted to feel those big tits that were looming over my stiff pole. They were large and extremely soft, very pliable under my squeezing fingers. Vicky's nipples matched her breasts in that they were extremely large as well, standing out strongly and proudly.

I pinched those rock hard stones as tightly as I could. Vicky made demurring noises that were muffled by our mouths being locked together. Although the older woman was a good kisser, I was getting impatient waiting for her to wrap those soft lips around my hard on.

It was odd, humourous even, that I was making out with this big boobed older woman, my fingers poking and prodding them, but I still wanted more from her usually scowling face. I wanted her to suck my cock and let her know by breaking away from her kisses and pushing her head downwards.

She wasn't smiling but she wasn't scowling either as she put one hand on my cock and held it up to her mouth. Vicky demonstrated her prowess with her mouth deep throating me in one swoop. I gasped as I felt my dick hitting the back of her throat.

Jacqui called out, alarmed at my sound, asking if I was okay. I murmured yes as I looked at her and Wendy. They were both naked, performing a sixty nine. Wendy was obviously loving the taste of Jacqui's pussy as she was mashing her face upwards and gurgling her approval.

Vicky was sliding her hand up and down my pole in time with her mouth sliding up and down. Her mouth was so wet and stimulating. The older woman had certainly sucked a cock before this. She was humming as she swallowed me.

Much to my surprise, when Vicky put her free hand around my testicles, cupping my balls, I felt myself at the start of a climax. I surprised myself with the intensity of the feeling of the semen beginning to bubble up in my jewels.

We had not been going at it long, Vicky and I, and the woman was an excellent cocksucker but I still felt that I was cumming too soon. Maybe it was the circumstances and the woman doing the fellating that was bringing me so close already.

Vicky must have felt my dick widening as it filled with my cum. She gave me an evil look before removing my rod from her mouth.

"Ricky, hold on, it's too soon."

Before she could swallow me again, I began to spray like a fire hose. My cum splattered the older woman, leaving my mark on her face—forehead, eyes, nose, and some in her open mouth. She seemed to be stunned by the copious amounts of cum splattering her. She simply allowed my dick to swing free allowing my semen to hit her.

Finally done, I was about to apologise when Wendy, her daughter, pointed out that I was still hard. Wendy had obviously taken a break from eating out the other Deaconess.
"Mother, let me get him back in shape for you," she said.

Jacqui was paying attention to us as well. She pulled Vicky out from between my wide spread legs. Rather than argue, as I expected her to do, Vicky tilted her face up to her friend. Jacqui began licking my cum off the older woman's face.

It was fascinatingly erotic watching the two Deaconesses in a loving embrace. Jacqui was always bubbly and outgoing but Vicky was the exact opposite. Seeing her standing there, a seldom seen smile on her face, hands clasped on her friends ass, while Jacqui licked my cum off her face.

I was not allowed to watch them for long as Wendy took control of me. Her concept of getting me ready for her mother was to turn her back to me, reach between her legs for my semi hard staff, and rub it against her already wet pussy.

Perhaps it was the new hand on my dick that caused me to stiffen again and quickly. Wendy held my hardening dick straight up as she slowly let herself slip it into her. Her cunt was quite tight and very warm as it welcomed my stabbing tool into its depths.

Wendy moaned as I filled her wet void. As a matter of fact, so did I as her cunt muscles clamped down on me. I reached around Wendy to grab onto her big tits. They were big, firm to the touch, and definitely more than a handful. In fact, they probably would not fit wholly into both of my hands.

This woman was not into wasting time. She immediately began sliding my staff up and down into her smoking hot pussy. Her muscles constantly clamped and released my dick. I hardened to the maximum inside her.

There was no arguing Wendy was a big girl. Her boobs felt heavy in my hand yet when I gripped her nipples and tried to swing them, there was little movement. Her tits were solid. She felt heavy in my lap and her pussy dripped fluids down the length of my invading pole.

Wendy was calling the shots, she moved her body and her pussy wherever she wanted it to be, taking my cock along for the ride. I put my hands on her waist, and helped her up and downs on my cock. All I could do was help.

When she leaned forward and placed her forearms on my legs, I was not prepared for what came next. This big, busty woman began to make twerking movements. I wouldn't quite call it dancing but it certainly felt good. The back and forth as well as side to side motions was making my cock drip tears of precum.

I was not sure how long it would be before I was blasting my stuff into this newly discovered cunt.

"Mother, come here," she called out.

Vicky immediately returned leaving Jacqui looking perturbed at her own abandonment.

"You know what to do, Mother."

Vicky went back to her knees as Wendy placed her legs over my thighs. The change in the weight disturbed me for a bit as I adjusted to it. With the daughter still impaled on my rod and the changed position, it was up to me to carry the brunt of the weight. I began to hunch my body up and down, continuing to fuck the heavyweight.

In the meantime, Vicky placed herself between our legs and was back to using her tongue. She was licking my balls and my cock as well as her daughter's clitoris. Now, that was a great feeling.

Vicki, I could see, was also fondling and caressing her daughter's big tits. Wendy was cooing her pleasure at her mother's questing tongue and hands. I was still doing my best to ram my dick upwards into Wendy's hot cunt.

Jacqui, tired of being an observer I guess, joined me on the couch. While the daughter fucked me and her mother licked our joined pubic areas, Jacqui and I made out.

Kissing Jacqui was a huge distraction. The urge to cum immediately into Wendy's snatch dissipated a little bit with Jacqui's tongue in my mouth. She was such a great kisser. Her mouth was warm, wet and welcoming like a hairless cunt. Her tongue speared between my lips allowing me to nibble it before bullying its way fully into my mouth.

When Jacqui changed positions, replacing her tongue in my mouth with a very hard nipple, the urge to cum started to rise again.

I was finding it difficult to fight the urge with three sexy women working over me. Time was lost in my mind. I had no clue as to what was going on in the world beyond the circle of me and these women. I was brought back to reality by the sounds of a male clearing his throat. Of course, it was Poppa.

"You all have your nerve doing this in my Church," he proclaimed.

The startled mother and daughter stopped what they were doing to me. Jacqui did as well but only for a moment before sticking her tit in my mouth again. Somehow she maneuvered herself so that she was able to hold one of Wendy's boobs, pulling it towards her.

This move convinced Wendy to renew moving her pussy up and down my pole. The feeling was great but my urge to cum right then had diminished with Poppa's intrusion.

The only person to stop completely was Vicki. She climbed to her feet and stood defiantly facing my father. Her nudity did not seem to frazzle him in the least.

"Minister, is this not what you have been preaching? Manifesting our love for one another in a physical way?"

"I did not mean for it to occur here in my Church," he bellowed.

Vicki stepped towards him, wearing her usual scowl on her face.

"Rather than object to us, you could join us," she said.

Poppa seemed to be taken aback by her forthright attitude. He seemed incapable of responding.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Dear Minister," said Vicki still scowling.

I don't think I could have responded to her offer while she maintained her scowl either. Poppa certainly did not jump on her offer. Instead he seemed somewhat nervous, forcing him to take a step backwards.

"If you don't want to participate, I am going back to my daughter's pussy and your son's cock. He, at least, seems to know what to do with his dick."

She turned around and returned to our threesome. Her tongue renewed its assault on my staff and her daughter's dripping cunt. Holding Jacqui off, I watched Poppa to see what his reaction would be. I was surprised when he did not leave but stood watching us. He was fondling his cock through his pants while he did so.

He could do as he pleased, I was not going to pay any further attention. I went back to my women. With my attention fully focused on the mother and daughter working over my cock and Jacqui alternating between passionate soul kisses and pushing her breasts at me, I was soon ready to cum again. I announced my intentions loudly enough that everyone could hear.

Just as I began to shoot into Wendy's wet pussy, her mother pulled my cock away. Vicki jerked my dick and I ended up shooting my semen all over face and tits again. I could not see immediately but I hoped she was not scowling any longer.

Once Vicki had drained me, I collapsed against the back of the sofa. Jacqui pulled Vicki to her feet so she could lick my spend off the other Deaconess' face. Once clean, she pushed Vicki on the couch next to me.

Without any hesitation Wendy slipped to her knees between her mother's legs licking her wet cunt. Jacqui planted herself behind Wendy and pushed her face into the daughter's cunt.

A quick glance in Poppa's direction told me he had not moved away from his last position. But, he had dropped his pants and underwear in order to free his own boner. The boner he was yanking hard as he stared at the women.

In a matter of moments, Wendy and Vicky screamed their way into orgasms. Poppa did not scream but he shot his spunk all over the floor. It did not make sense to me when he had a choice of women to deposit his cum in. Very strange.

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