Mom's Pandora's Box: 5 Part Series
by WriterMatt ©



Mom's Pandora's Box Ch. 01-04 (4.65)	Amy and Jordan are caught. Mom and Dad try to stop them.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	07/01/19

Mom's Pandora's Box Ch. 05-08 (4.78)	Amy recovers after Dad walks in, they both comfort Mom.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	07/10/19

Mom's Pandora's Box Ch. 09-12 (4.73)	Mom fights her inner demons, but cannot help but give in.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	07/20/19

Mom's Pandora's Box Ch. 13-14 (4.41)	Everyone tells their version of the beginning of the end.	 Incest/Taboo 	08/06/19

Mom's Pandora's Box Ch. 15-17 (4.47)	Jordan and Amy escape, Mom follows later.	 Incest/Taboo 	08/12/19





Mom's Pandora's Box
by WriterMatt ©




- 1 -

"We need to talk."

That was the text message I received from my husband in the middle of the day as I was working. I didn't see it come in. Hours later, I noticed it. We had a pretty good marriage with all the problems that go with it. That said, I could not imagine what we needed to talk about that warranted a sudden text message in the middle of the workday.

"...about what?" I responded.

It sat at 'Delivered' for quite a while. I started to worry and the predominating thought behind why I would receive such a message was that he was going to leave me. I couldn't get that thought out of my head, but there was no indication that it was even a possibility. Like I said, our married was pretty good.

"It's about the kids..." was the reply I finally got. I exhaled a breath of relief and started closing out the jobs I was working on for the day. I asked him if the kids needed to be there or if we should send them away for an 'us' night. He said they should probably go and that he would set up something with my sister.

The kids, Amy and Jordan, were eighteen and nineteen respectively. They were born early in our marriage as we decided we wanted to enjoy a later adult life of adventure instead of an early adult life of partying. As with our typical marriage, they were typical kids and siblings. He looked like his father and she took after me, both in nearly every way you could imagine.

I am 5' 8" tall, long brunette hair, fair complexion, and above average curves since having two children. Jeremy, my husband, is 6' 1" tall, dark hair that is graying, not an athletic build but not a 'dad bod.' Since I'm telling this story, I will go ahead and also offer that when I said pretty good marriage, I mean there was nothing at all that would have queued me into what happened nor do I have any experience with any of it.

Anyway, I didn't think much of anything about the text exchange between Jeremy and I as I made my way home since kids would be kids. I pulled into the driveway and grabbed my purse before walking into the house. Nothing was out of the ordinary as I walked into the kitchen to my husband cooking dinner. That isn't out of the ordinary itself, but his meal choice certainly was. We had baked chicken and green beans on the menu, but he pulled out all the stops and made manicotti with garlic bread. He pulled out all the stops and made all the mess. I laughed as I set my purse down and gave him the usual kiss.

We usually banter about our day before digging in, but he went right for the jugular.

"I hope I didn't alarm you with that text message I sent."

"Not really, I mean, it was out of the ordinary but nothing unusual came to mind," I lied as I grabbed the table settings for two and set the table.

"Well, I hate to jump right into it, but it's important and I couldn't keep it to myself. I also didn't want to interrupt your day," he said without looking at me.

I didn't say anything as I put the plates and silverware down on the table.

He sighed and stopped what he was doing but didn't turn and look at me.

"I came home early from work and caught them engaged in a sexual act," he said in a low, steady tone.

I stopped in my tracks, knowing he had to be talking about my children. I waited for more information.

"Yes, them," he said as he resumed his meal.

My mind began to race thinking of any possible way he could have misunderstood what he saw.

"Are you sure?" I asked, hoping this was all some kind of joke.

He stopped what he was doing again and turned to face me.

"I would say Amy on her knees on the floor with his dick in her mouth as being pretty sure," he said without any emotion on his face.

I was beside myself. I could not think of any indications that it was possible those two would engage in that kind of activity with each other. What they do with anyone else was none of my concern at that point since they were technically adults. What would cause them to do such a ... thing?

"They don't know that I saw them. They left the door open and saw it only briefly. I left and waited in the car until I saw movement in the windows in the living room before coming in and acting like I just pulled up. They are at your sisters for dinner but will be coming back after. We need to talk to them."

"What do you suggest we say? 'Hey, we caught you blowing your brother?'" I responded somewhat emotionally.

"Well, we've had the talk with them a long time ago, but I think we should at least sit with them and figure out what drove them to this, how long they had been doing it, and what their plan for the future was regarding this," he said

I was unable to process the information as it was. Additionally, it sounded like he was ok with all of it! My primary thought was that it needed to be stopped at all costs.

"So, you want to find out what their plan is. What if they say they want to keep fucking? What if she is pregnant?!" I said loudly, my temper rising by the minute.

"No," he said, sighing loudly, "I don't want them to keep doing it. I want them to find someone else to do it with, but this isn't the same as finding your kid in bed with their girlfriend and you're simply telling them they can't fuck in your house!"

"I suppose it's not, but what do you suggest?" I said, calmer than before.

"I've been thinking about this all day and I think the best way to approach it is to find out how long it's been going on and what situations lead to that behavior between them. All I can think of is it's some bond they have as siblings and that would be hard to break. It could also be as simple as lack of other options on both their parts," he said as he put the manicotti in the oven, "Damnit, how am I going to heat up the garlic bread? It needs a different temperature than the main dish."

I was surprised at how calm he was about this, but also remembered that he had been thinking about this for a while. I relented to his ideas since I felt I was overly emotional about it with how new the news was to me.

"Ok, well, what if they say they want to keep doing it or they suggest that its harmless fun? You know how shy Jordan is, what if it's all due to lack of options as you say?"

He thought for a while.

"I hadn't gotten that far. My thoughts keep leading me to the idea that Amy is doing it for him because he's lacking other options. I can't think of any other reason. And if that's the case, then what should I even tell him?" he asked me.

"I don't know. I haven't had the amount of time to process this as you've had. I need some time to think about the what could have transpired and the answer to those questions."

He nodded and got the hot pad to get the dish out of the oven and set it on the table. We temporarily dismissed the important topic of the evening and dug into the usual banter about our days. We both smiled and talked about the day but we both knew we were only postponing the inevitable. We decided that we would not say anything to the children that evening, instead waiting to see if it was a common occurrence or if it was a one-off thing.

That evening, Jeremy was frisky in bed. We had a normal sex life, but nothing too crazy. Most of it was missionary, which was fine by me, but sometimes he would get me on all fours, grab my hips, and fuck me from behind. He would sometimes grab my hair and taunt me while he plowed into me. It's not that I didn't like it, it just didn't get my motor started. Nothing really did, though. I was in my late thirties and sex was just ... sex.

Back to that evening, he had me on all fours and was going at it with a vigor I haven't seen in him in years. I had lost all desire in the moment trying to think of what had come over him. My thoughts raced back to our discussion at dinner. I felt in the moment that he didn't care to stop the sexual activity between our kids. In fact, perhaps he enjoyed it. The thought sickened me, and I pulled forward forcing his cock to slide out of me. I turned and sat on the bed with my back against the headboard, holding a pillow to me, covering my lady bits. He was on his knees in front of me with his hands out wondering what just happened.

"I know I said we would wait, but I need resolution on this issue now. I don't want to wait to see if they do it again. I don't want to allow that in my house," I said, looking down at the mattress.

"Ok, but the question still stands. What do we say to them?" he responded, still on his knees. His cock was quickly losing stiffness.

"Well, you can talk to him and I will talk to her. We simply tell them that what they are doing is inappropriate and they will not be doing it again. We will take measures to prevent it if they cannot abide by our rules," I said proudly. I felt I was in control.

"That will likely work for Amy, but my concern is Jordan. I don't know what to tell him. He has desires, but his shyness will almost certainly prevent him from exploring those in the normal way," he said, taking my pride down a notch or two.

"I know. Well," I said thinking out loud, "tell him to masturbate if he has urges that cannot be fulfilled by another woman. It's not the best answer, but it's better than what's currently happening." I said, regaining control.

Jeremy got off the bed and went to use the bathroom. No doubt he was thinking about the situation as he tends to do in there. I heard the toilet flush and he re-appeared in the room with an odd look on his face. I squinted one eye and tilted my head, giving him my look as if I knew he was thinking some dumb shit up.

"Ok, so what about this. Hear me out as I know this will sound crazy, but I think it will work."

"What did your brain think of this time?" I said half laughing.

"I can tell him that what he and his sister were doing is not acceptable and that he please himself in the privacy of his room whenever he likes. I'll tell him that he needs to work on his shyness and go find himself a girlfriend."

He paused, looking right into my eyes.

"While he's working on that, however, if he has a thirst that his hands can't quench, then he can ask you?" he said knowing that it was, in fact crazy.

"What... the FUCK... is wrong with you? Why would you think that would be ok to tell him? Do you think he'll just wander up to me one day and be like 'can you suck my dick!?'" I said to him angrily, gripping the pillow in my closed fists.

"Babe! That's the beauty of the idea. He'll never do that! He loves you but he'll never ask anything like that from you."

He seemed so proud of this solution as if he thought it was the eureka moment of a lifetime.

"Ordinarily, I might think so... but obviously something transpired between those two that drove her to get on her knees and put his dick in her mouth! Let me ask you... and I'm not asking because I want to know... I need to know. Did you happen to notice if she was enjoying it? I'm sure he was." I said to him, calming my mood. I began to think perhaps his idea might work, but it will depend on what information we knew about that situation.

"To be honest, I wasn't paying that much attention. It all happened so unexpectedly, I didn't have time to process the details at that moment and when I did finally have the time, the details escaped me," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

I looked at him as I thought about how to move forward.

"Your speech seems like it would work but do NOT," I said sternly, pointing a rigid finger at him, "tell him that he can ask me for sexual favors unless you can find out the circumstances behind their behavior and then ... and ONLY then can you offer me up IF... Wait a second..."

A large smile grew on my face as I had a revelation.

"You know what? Go ahead with your plan. Tell him they can never do that with each other. Tell him that if he wants to bring a girl in the house, he may. And go ahead and tell him that if he has an urge, he may ask me. Here's the kicker," I said, my face beaming, "You tell him I have every right to say no and if you want, tell him that a negative outcome would be more likely than not. That will deter him from even bothering to ask. The only thing worse to him than breaking out of his shell and asking is asking and being shut down."

A smile grew on his face to match my own.

"My wife is brilliant!" he said in an excited whisper.

I nodded my agreement to his statement and had another revelation.

"What about Amy?"

His smile faded slightly.

"What about her?" he asked.

"Well, she's the second party at fault here. I guess I'll to find out from her what happened and what role she played. What if she has the same issue?"

"Babe, I am highly interested to see what her reasoning was for participating because I don't believe she has issues in the boy department," he said truthfully. She never had a problem with the boys. She wasn't a slut but if she wanted sex, she could get it easily.

"Ok, when should we talk to them?"

"Why delay it? Let's talk to them after dinner tomorrow night," he said nonchalantly.

"Ok, it's a bit soon, but we may as well get it over with. Until then, I see your friend went into hiding," I said, pointing as his cock and smiling.

He looked down and back up at me, also smiling.

"He misses his home!" he responded.

"Come home, baby."

I could see his cock begin to rise as I tossed the pillow to the other side of the bed. I resumed the position he had me in before; on my hands and knees with my head back so he can grab a handful. My pussy was reinvigorated with wetness as my concerns had melted away and I could focus on the pleasure he would bring me.

To my surprise, instead of mounting me, he slid his head between my legs and told me to sit up. He placed a hand on each cheek of my ass and pulled my lips into his mouth.

"Oh, god damn, Jeremy!" I said, not being able to remember the last time he performed oral on me. We were both guilty.

"Lick my pussy, baby!"

I was in heaven. It had been so long that it felt as if it were my first time having a tongue dart in and out of my hole or have my clit sucked into his mouth.

"No! Nuh-uh!" I said as I hopped off him and turned around while still mounting his face.

"Oh, a treat!" he said happily, knowing his cock was about to be buried in my mouth.

I leaned over and grabbed the base of his cock and guided the engorged head into my mouth. I wasn't very good but as they say, what I lack in talent, I make up for in enthusiasm. As I bobbed my head, that very thought popped up and I couldn't help but laugh, and in the process, I nearly choked on his cock.

"What the fuck?" he said slightly annoyed from behind and under me.

I snickered again, "You can also tell him that I'm not very good at this, so he may want to go elsewhere!"

I burst into a giggle fit and I heard him laugh as well. I was having fun with this thinking I knew I had nothing to fear. I calmed down and resumed my cock sucking. It had been a while since I last performed for him like this and when I did, I pulled his cock out at the last moment and jerked him onto my tits. I was going to give him a treat.

I bobbed my head slowly up and down using my hand to apply pressure where my mouth couldn't reach. I suppose he was extra turned on as he was burying his tongue into my vagina like he never had done before. His fingers were creeping further into the crack of my ass, venturing towards my other hole. He knew I would cum nearly the instant he touched me in my forbidden spot. I picked up the pace and in a once in a marriage happening, both our orgasms hit at the same time.

My legs began to shake at the precise moment I could feel his cock begin to slightly swell. He was expecting me to yank his cock out of my mouth so he could shoot all over my chest, but it was going down my throat that night, he just didn't know it.

He quickly replaced his tongue in my pussy with a finger while keeping the other finger at my asshole.

"Babe, I'm going to cum!"

I didn't answer him. I wrapped my lips around the head and used my hand to pump every drop of his seed into my mouth. He must have realized what was happening as his body tensed up. As it did, the probing finger entered my ass and that put me over the edge. I shoved more of his cock into my throat as ropes of cum began shooting into my mouth. At the same time, I pushed my ass back onto his finger, forcing the entire digit to enter my ass as I came.

We shook together and finally collapsed together. We laid there breathing before I finally rolled off him.

"That was intense..." he said breathing heavily.

"That's what you get for helping me work through this without being angry with me!" I said looking over at him.

He smiled at me and we laid there. No doubt both of us going over our speeches that we were to give our children the next evening. I called in sick the next day from work so I could prepare my speech to Amy. I had to sound caring, motherly, but also stern in my demand that she never engage in sexual acts with Jordan again, even if he begs for it. I had to find out her reasons behind what they did together and come up with all the counter arguments.

I cleaned up the house and took care of some of the errands that I had been putting off for a while. We had busy lives but I'm not going to let a rare day off go to waste. By the time I was done, it was still early. I couldn't get the fabricated image of Amy on her knees servicing her brother. I needed to investigate this concept. I booted up the computer and opened the web browser.

I never looked at porn or anything of that nature, so I didn't even know where to begin. Google always had the answer, so I would start typing words there and see what came up.

"Incest" was first on the list. I looked at the list of sites it provided. My mood immediately went south as I saw nothing but websites that discussed survivor stories, explained the dangers of incest, etc. I was going about this the wrong way.

"Incest porn" was the next thing to try. There! That is what I was looking for. I scrolled down through the myriad of porn sites to the bottom of the page. My eyes opened wide when I saw that there were more than one million hits. My god, what the actual fuck was I about to dive into? I scrolled back to the top and scrolled through each link meticulously to see if there was anything I could gleam from the descriptions without having to actually click on them.

I found one that seemed to be what I was looking for. I clicked the link and it took me to a website with a lot of thumbnail videos I could preview before I watched them. One was labeled "Daddy fucks step-daughter." I held my mouse over the thumbnail and watched as a girl in her bra and panties was at the mirror looking as if she were getting ready for something. Then an older man walked in and dropped her panties and just fucked her. The images flashed quickly so I couldn't tell what was going on, but I decided it wasn't what I was looking for.

I noticed a search bar at the top of the website and typed in "mother and son" and clicked the icon on the right, initiating the search. The screen was suddenly filled with thumbnails. I scrolled to the bottom and saw that there were at least 50 pages of thumbnails. I worked with digital data, so I knew how search results work so I clicked on page 50 and saw the theme was still the same. More videos of mothers fucking their sons.

"What the fuck?" I said as I clicked back to the first page where the most pertinent results would be.

I looked at the titles and found one that said, "mom fucks son REAL." I didn't bother with the preview. The video loaded after I clicked the thumbnail and I clicked the play button. It started with a young man and an older woman sitting on a bed. The camera man was talking and began asking them questions. The first 10 minutes were questions whose answers would have the viewer believe that mother and son were about to fuck on that bed.

I watched as they took each other's clothes off and began to make out on the bed. Soon, she was sucking his cock getting it wet before she sat on it. I watched them fuck on my screen for 15 minutes before I felt my pussy begin to get wet. When he finally came, he didn't even bother to pull out. I watched him ram his cock all the way inside. The camera man zoomed in on the base of his cock. You could see it expand and contract. He was filling his mother with cum. That small scene alone triggered my senses. I needed to cum.

I unbuttoned my jeans and slid a hand inside my panties as I clicked to the next video. This one, the mother had come home after talking on what seemed to be a religious talk show to her son sitting on the couch. She chit chatted with him for a bit before laughing and saying she was getting tired of pretending. As soon as she said that, they embraced, and the action began. About five minutes later, the scene that got me off was playing.

She had mounted him on the couch and was riding his cock up and down. It was a thrill watching her slide up and down his cock. I came in waves hearing him say things like "nobody would ever believe I get to fuck my mom" or "suck it, mom, suck that cock!" I watched the rest of the video after my orgasm was done. He had her on her back on the couch, pounding her pussy when he announced he was going to cum. "Come on mommy's tits, baby" she said. He did as he was told. She held them together and he was careful to deposit an equal amount of his seed on each one.

While I was able to cum, I didn't get what I was looking for necessarily. I knew the genre was certainly a thing at this point, but what percentage of the market is taken up with incest porn, I wondered. I went back to google and typed in more searches. After about an hour, I ventured into a stories site where there were several categories. I scrolled down in amazement at how many different kinks people had. I was scrolling back up when I noticed there was a number to the right of each link.

"That must be how many stories there are in that category!" I said to myself, "Let's find the incest one."

I scrolled quickly to the I's and looked to the right of the incest link.

"39,856!" I said slowly, loudly and with a sense of disbelief. I quickly looked at the other categories.

"Holy shit! Nothing even comes close!" I announced to the empty room.

I sat back in my chair and slumped down. I have stumbled into something deep and complex.

- 2 -

Later that evening, after the talks, I met my husband in bed.

"How did it go?" I asked him nervously.

He rolled back the sheets without answering me and slowly climbed into bed. He brought the sheets over him, sighed, and looked at me before speaking.

"It went as expected," he informed me without much emotion about it.

I looked at him, expecting more.

"He's a shy kid. So, when I started off the discussion with the admission of what I had seen him and Amy engaged in, he nearly shut down," he said, again seeming to want to end the discussion then.

"He turned a very bright shade of red," he said with a smile on his face, "but he never denied it. I didn't tell him it was ok, but I took care not to make him feel bad about his decision. It progressed for a short while before I blurted out the most important question."

"Why they do it?" I interrupted.

He nodded.

"What did he say?" I immediately asked. It was clear to Jeremy that I was in a hurry to learn why my children were performing oral sex with each other.

"I don't think I ever got the reason why it started to begin with," he started before being interrupted again.

"That's not really important! What did he say?" I asked more aggressively.

He stared at me for a moment and smiled.

"It's better than what I thought. I asked him what circumstances lead to them doing it. Was it love, passion, infatuation, a need for release? He nodded. I told him that I needed to know. Well, actually I told him that it didn't matter what the reason was, it was unacceptable," he said. I smiled widely appreciating that he passed on my concerns and stance on the subject to my son.

"But I did tell him that the direction of the conversation would be determined by his answer and that the most honest answer would serve him best. I waited patiently for him to think and finally after what seemed an eternity, he finally raised his head and explained it to me. Are you ready?" he asked me, allowing me to clear my mind and be ready for whatever was about to be said.

"In a nutshell..." he started.

"I don't want a nutshell; I want the nut!" I said without thinking. He snickered at me while trying to continue replaying the discussion he had with Jordan. I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Come on, Jeremy! I'm dying to know what he said!"

"I know, babe. Ok, when he started talking, he kind of surprised me by being frank from the start. How about this, I'll just replay the story as he told it.

"'Dad, this has been going on for a long time. I suppose it started with the most innocent of circumstances. Playing doctor is a staple of many people's childhoods, I imagine and ours was no different. We played show and tell. We pointed and laughed at each other as we learned. As we grew older, the experimentation became more than show and tell. I'll keep the details to myself but in the end something stuck. To answer your question, it's not passion. It's not infatuation. Believe it or not, it's appreciation. Amy is my sister and outside of you and Mom, she's the only other person I trust in this world. One day, when you two are gone, Amy will be the only constant I have left in the world. She watched me grow, just as I did her. Nobody in the world will know the unique stages of development we both went through.

"I'll answer your question and what I assume will be your follow-on questions in order. The reason we do this is to help each other out in tough times. We listened to you both and do not offer ourselves up to anyone but each other. One day we will each find someone to complete the puzzle that is us. Until then, we have each other. Another question you're probably thinking about is whether or not we have had sex. The answer to that is no. Again, we listened to you both when we had 'the talk.' I would imagine your next question would be how often we do that. Well, that answer is not so simple. There's no common denominator that precedes our encounters. It's like we have a sense of what each other needs and we just provide it.'

"That is how I remember him telling it," Jeremy said, finally exhaling the story. It was like he needed to get that all out before he could relax.

I noticed the bulge forming beneath the sheets and began to rub it.

"Tell me what you told him after that," I said, squeezing his cock through the sheet.

He looked down and focused his stare on my hand.

"I repeated that what they were doing was not to be done anymore. He asked me why, saying it was safe and there was no harm to either of them. I told him that while it may seem safe and harmless now, it could lead to escalation of their behavior to something else and open a world of problems. He started to tell me that if it was going to lead to that, it would have already. In my head, I agreed with him, but I didn't say that. I told him he needed to find a more normal outlet."

He was at the part of the discussion that I was most interested in. It was where I came in and I was curious about what was said and how it was taken by Jordan.

"He became a bit emotional and told me that he's scared of socially engaging women. I told him I can understand how that could take a bit of courage but once you have success, it becomes easier. He interrupted me saying that while that may be true, the converse is also true. Each failure makes it feel more and more impossible. He stumped me with that one. I was about to tell him that his behaviors with Amy were at their end and that he was to find another girl. The rest of the discussion would have gone the way we discussed. He could have the girl in his room if it made it easier, etc."

He hesitated to continue. I knew this was where he offered me as his prostitute, save any other appropriate phrase for the situation.

"Go on," I said, pulling the sheet down and exposing his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and moved it up and down as he continued to watch me. "Tell me how you offered me to your son," I said, surprising myself. I was getting turned on. Thinking of what could be made me wet but thinking of it actually happening made my stomach churn. I took Jeremy's cock into my mouth.

"Oh, god! Uhhh... Well, I told him that I could help him build the courage to make his next effort at a woman he likes, but until then, something else could be worked out. Babe... I'll tell you the rest after I cum," he attempted.

I took his cock out of my mouth briefly, "Nope!"

I resumed.

"Babe! Oh my god... Ok, I told him that until we can work through his shyness, he is forbidden from engaging in sexual acts with Amy. He can ask you for the same favors, nothing more. I remember his eyes widened when I suggested he could ask you for a blowjob. I immediately... oh, god... told him that while he has our permission to ask you, he has to respect whatever answer he gets, especially the more likely negative response he would likely receive."

I stopped again, "What did he say after you told him he can ask me to suck his cock?" I asked before putting his cock back in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft faster than before.

"He repeated my statement in a whisper, that he was allowed to ask you. I repeated to him that he was permitted to ask, but he would likely receive a negative response. He asked why he would be given that privilege if it would likely not happen. I told him that at worst, it was an exercise in overcoming fears and at best, she might oblige. Fuck! Jerk it, babe, jerk that cock!"

I slowed my pace, "I know what's going to make you cum."

"You're killing me here, Melissa!"

"Tell me what it is," I said, knowing he was going to blow his load as soon as he said it.

"I offered my wife to my son for his oral sexual pleasure," he whispered. He didn't cum as soon as he said that as I thought.

"You want me to suck his dick," I whispered in his ear as I jerked his cock. Just as soon as I said that, his cock swelled and his cum spewed from the tip of his cock. I watched as it erupted from his cock slowly as if I pumped it out of him. It flowed down the shaft and over my fingers that were wrapped around the base.

He breathed heavily as he came down from his orgasm.

"Babe. What was that all about? It sounded like you want that to happen?"

I pulled my hand away from his cock, wiping his cum away from my hands with my shirt. I laid beside him before telling him.

"It wasn't the act that worked me into a frenzy, just the thought of it. By the sound of it, I think he would rather attempt to find a girlfriend than ask his Mom for sexual favors. You can be turned on by the thought of something while considering the actual act to be a complete turnoff. He might even resort to jerking off because of the thrill of the possibility of his mother giving him a blowjob. Either way, I think the problem is likely solved."

Jeremy looked over at me before dropping the bomb I wasn't expecting.

"What about Amy?" he asked as he began to slide down my body under the sheet, "What did she say? Will she seek release from other boys? We never really discussed her. I don't suppose we really need to worry about her since she never had an issue socially."

He moved over my leg to settle between the two of them. His hand immediately began to pet my inner thigh.

"I don't think Amy will have any issues. She may come to miss the special engagement she has with her brother, but I think maybe that would have tapered off sooner than later for her," I said, panting in anticipation.

"You might be right," he said before spearing his tongue directly between the folds of my pussy. I began to scheme my way into what I hoped was about to be the biggest orgasm of my life.

"What if she doesn't? I mean, Jordan was given a special privilege because we understand his extreme social awkwardness. What if she refuses to let her brother out of the special part of her life?" I asked, sensing any change in the speed or precision of his tongue.

"Well, what did she say when you told her she couldn't suck his cock anymore?" he said, his language suggesting he was onto me.

"She was shocked that she was discovered, most of all that it was you. I guess she was embarrassed that her dad caught her with a dick in her mouth," I said, feeling the pace of his tongue back and forth across my clit quicken.

"She wasn't as shocked when I told her that she had to stop putting her brother's cock in her mouth. She knew it was inevitable that she would have to end it one day, but would have preferred it on her own terms," I said.

"Did she ask you any questions or was she just ok with it being done?" he asked between flicks of his tongue.

"You mean, did she ask if you would be willing to lick her pussy instead?" I asked, knowing how he would react. His tongue slid from my clit and into my vagina while his thumb took the place of his tongue.

"I didn't ask, but she seemed anxious to ask me something. I can't say for sure what it was. Maybe she was thinking of asking for her father's tongue?" I said, waiting to see what happened next.

He leapt up and it felt like his cock slid into me as he made his way eye to eye with me. He began to power into me immediately.

"You want his iron pole in your mouth, don't you?" he said, grinning slyly at me.

"You want her cunt juice all over your face, don't you?" I asked without answering his question.

He fucked me so hard and fast, I almost wondered if he was imagining his cock sliding in and out of his daughter while she cried out 'Oh, Daddy!' It was a thrill in the moment, but soon his cock spewed forth it's milky white seed into me and I experienced an intense orgasm. I would describe it only similar to one experienced by a woman who had been riding a roller coaster of pleasure; up and down, up and down until finally she was able to release.

We rolled over and cuddled as we caught our breaths. The thoughts of what we just did kept playing in my head.

"What were you thinking as you fucked me?" I asked cautiously.

"Your adventurism tonight was nice, even though we both know it was only that. Maybe a little role playing is in our future?" he asked nervously.

I hadn't thought of that. In that moment, I was worried that one or both of us got caught up in the moment and actually imagined taking advantage of our kids. Maybe he wanted to fuck Amy or perhaps he simply enjoyed the daddy/daughter role the conversation provided. I laughed a little as I imagined myself in pigtails and a schoolgirl's outfit, ready to show him a bad report card.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"As soon as you said role play, I imagined myself all dressed up as a schoolgirl getting ready to show daddy my bad report card!" I said stifling laughter.

He joined me and we both had a brief laugh before I headed to the shower to get cleaned up. As I approached the door, I turned and looked at the bed.

"What if he asks me?"

He turned and looked at me like he was confused as to why I asked that question.

"You simply say no, like I told him you would likely do. Remember, we added that little caveat to help ensure he would never ask you and that would be the end of it."

I nodded, hoping his assessment was right.

Weeks went by with nothing from Jordan. The plan worked and more. We'd never been more sexually aggressive towards each other. Some nights it would be simple role playing, other nights we would rip each other's clothes off before we could get to our room. It was an amazing time for us. I almost wished we had not confronted Amy and Jordan about what was seen. Instead maybe take a voyeuristic approach to it. Almost.

It was nearly two months later when Pandora's Box was opened.

I had gotten home early from work and was cleaning the house. Amy was out with friends and it would be a couple hours before Jeremy would be home. My phone was in my back pocket since Jeremy suddenly enjoyed teasing me while he was at work. Otherwise it would either be in my purse or on the charger.

My phone dinged in my pocket and I was quick to pull it out and see what kind of sleazy message my husband had written. Instead, as the phone screen came into view, I saw the name of my son and I got that feeling one gets when they look into their rear-view mirror and see flashing blues and reds.

Jordan never texted me, so I knew what he wanted when I saw "Mom, I need to ask you something."

- 3 -

I dropped my phone as soon as I read the message and everything that had been discussed between Jeremy and I began running through my head. I analyzed every word of ever discussion as I remembered them to see if I missed something, or misunderstood the words being used. I couldn't focus, nothing made sense and the world around me started to fade.

I braced myself against the wall as I refocused on what just happened. Instead I panicked and opened my phone after clearing the alert on the lock screen. I didn't need him seeing that I read the message and didn't respond. I texted Jeremy instead.

"HE'S ASKING!" I wrote in a panic.

The few minutes that went by were like days.

"What?"

"Oh my god, what a fucking idiot," I said to myself wondering how he could not know what I'm talking about.

"YOUR SON IS ABOUT TO ASK ME!" I replied.

"Are you sure?" he replied quickly.

I swiped down on my phone to look at the message again. Maybe I overreacted.

"I don't know. He said he needed to ask me something and he never texts me. He's upstairs and I'm downstairs. Nobody else is here."

"Ok, well first thing you do is see if that's what he wants or if he wanted to ask you something completely off topic."

"Ok. I panicked and assumed that's what he wanted." I replied more calmly.

I backed out of that message window and maneuvered to Jordan's message. I stared at it for minutes before responding.

"What's up?" I wrote, trying to make like I had no idea what I was sure he was about to ask.

I saw the dots altering colors as he responded. My heart was racing as I waited to see what was on his mind, even though I was certain what was coming. It had been a long time since Jeremy spoke to Jordan and the only thing that came to mind at that point was that Jordan must have grown tired of jerking off thinking of his mother giving him a blowjob and now, he wanted the real thing.

The buzz of my phone brought me back to life and confirmed my fears.

"Remember the talk dad and I had a couple months ago?"

I fucking knew it.

"Yes," I replied then quickly moved back to Jordan's chat.

"HE'S ASKING IF I REMEMBER WHEN YOU AND HIM SPOKE A COUPLE MONTHS AGO!" I said to my husband in a panic.

He must have been waiting for me to see what was going to happen.

"You can always say no..." he said. I was shocked at his response. Using the word "can" indicated that he was ok if I went through with it. Then the nonchalant nature of his use of ellipsis, like, he was shrugging it off like he didn't care what happened. I quickly moved back to Jordan's text as he was responding. Moments later, it came.

"Dad said you would be willing to help me if I asked?" he said like he was unsure if he remembered correctly.

"He said you could ask, not that I was willing." I responded quickly and coldly. I hated that I had to be that way with him but I knew that saying it like that might prevent him from asking. After this much time, he may have genuinely forgot what was actually said.

"Right." was his quick response.

I breathed a sigh of relief thinking I averted a disaster. I stared at his message window for a while waiting for another message, but it didn't come. I shifted back to Jordan.

"Apparently he got the message wrong. He thought you said I was willing. I corrected him and told him that he was given permission to ask, not that I was automatically willing."

"Ah, that makes sense. It's been a while since we had the talk, I'm sure he probably got things jumbled up." He responded quickly.

"That's what I thought. So... what did you mean by 'you can always say no...'" I asked.

There was a delay before he started to respond.

I saw the bubble pop up indicating that he was typing his message. I watched as he typed then stopped and resumed typing. He was thinking about how to respond. As I watched, I replayed his words and actions over the last couple months in my head. Did he want this to happen? Just as that question swirled in my brain, another more menacing thought came to mind. I began typing it out.

"ARE YOU FUCKING AMY?!" I started to write but didn't send. I chastised myself for having such a thought. Just as I began to delete the message, his respond popped up.

"I've had some time to think about this today since you first messaged me about it. It seems like you're always the one who has little time to rationally think about this situation, which I regret. Anyway, in my thought process... I came to wonder how bad could it be if you did?"

I instantly became angry at him for even suggesting this when it was his idea to offer me up. He convinced me that by doing so, Jordan's extreme shyness would take over and that would be that. Yet, here we are. My temper was kept in check when I saw him writing more. I sat down and waited for his further response.

Just as I sat, Jordan texted me again. This was insane!

"If you're unwilling, why was I even told I could ask?" he said, attaching the thinking emoji at the end. This kid was clever, if not devious. How was I to respond? Should I send the shrugging emoji in response? Should I tell him the truth about our plan? Even worse, should I tell him that he was wrong about me being unwilling? For fuck's sake!

I snapped a screenshot of the conversation and was preparing to send it to Jeremy when he responded.

"I thought through our plan and even now, it seems solid. I would do it again, but it seems we missed something? I honestly did not expect that he would even begin to think to ask you. In my mind, as soon as the thought popped in his head, his fight or flight response would have had him throwing his phone across the room in embarrassment or fear."

The response bubble appeared again. Before he could add on to what he said, I sent the picture of the conversation with the caption "Your scheming son wants his cock in my throat."

As soon as I sent that, I felt a familiar feeling between my legs. "I just said that to my husband," I whispered out loud. I felt the moisture in my pussy grow. The temperature of my body rose slightly. My body was ready for sex, but the rationalizing section of my brain was actively intervening. "Once you start, you will not stop," my inner voice kept saying to me. I was lost in thought and didn't see my husband's response when it came in.

I was falling into a pit I would never be able to claw myself out of. My hand drifted down to the button of my jeans and unsnapped it. I pulled the zipper down and slid my hands inside my pants on the outside of my panties. There was a small patch of wetness I felt with the tip of my finger. A chill ran through my body when I touched myself. I exhaled deeply and unlocked my phone with the other hand to reveal the message my husband sent me.

"Wow. I'm sorry, babe, I did not expect this to happen. What do you want to do?" he asked. I was losing rational thought.

I pressed harder against my clit as I thought how to respond to him.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, relinquishing control of the situation to him. I wasn't concerned with what he might say, I was now hoping he would say just what I needed him to say in that moment. The reality in my head split into two simultaneous playing scenarios. One had me in my chair with my hands in my pants, rubbing my clit. The other was him sitting in his office chair, rubbing his cock through his suit pants debating on whether he should say it

"say t" I said to him.

"pleease say it" I added. My temporary absence of proper spelling should have told him I was rubbing my cunt waiting for him to tell me what my carnal brain wanted to do. He lit this fire in me and it needed fuel.

Minutes went by until he responded. I read the message and my body almost convulsed off the chair as my orgasm hit me unexpectedly.

"Suck his cock," he replied. He continued typing after that. I nearly fell out of the chair during that orgasm. I typically would expect my dirty thoughts to have been washed away by the waves of pleasure, but these persisted. He replied again.

There was a picture of his hard cock out of his suit pants with cum all over the tip and more running down the shaft. Underneath was his written response.

"I don't know what's going on, but I just came faster that I ever have before."

I just had the same experience, but I wasn't going to tell him. I left the message as "Read" and went back to Jordan's message.

"Are your chores done?" I asked, mimicking my motherly tone in my head while the devil on my shoulder convinced me I was rewarding him for good behavior. Fuck that, I wanted a cock in my mouth. I wanted his cock in my mouth.

"Yes, Mom," he replied. Mom. My body shuddered.

"Have you showered?" I responded.

"Not yet..." he replied seeming a little confused about my line of questions.

"Shower then come down here." I said and locked my phone.

There was no digital response. Instead, I heard his footsteps upstairs leave his room and go into the bathroom. Seconds later, water from the shower head was beating down on the shower floor. I wanted to cum again so bad.

I went to the linen closet and got two towels. I was in a trance as I prepped the scene for the act that was making my pussy wetter by the second. I laid one towel on the couch where he would sit and another on the floor next to where my knees would be. Even the most prudish of people would come in and know what was about to transpire in that room. I pushed my pants and panties down in one fluid motion and sat on the towel. I practically collapsed onto the couch where the towel was and opened my legs wide. My fingers were inside my vagina in no time and I pushed them in and out quickly.

"Don't cum" my mind kept telling me, "you might lose your nerve."

I whimpered at the demons inside my head. All logic and reasoning had departed me. I pulled my fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked my juices off them and stood back up. I composed myself, restoring my clothes to their original configuration. Just as I looked down at the couch, I had a devilish thought.

I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the couch and the towel on the floor in front of it. I sent it to my husband with the caption "He's in the shower." I laughed as I locked my phone and went to the kitchen to get a drink and sit at the table. While I knew I was minutes away from having my own son's cock in my mouth, I needed to talk to him first.

I poured a diet soda into a solo cup and waited. The shower was still going, and I began to wonder how big his cock was before my phone buzzed. It was Jeremy.

"I'm going to absolutely RAPE you tonight!" he said. To any other person, that would be an alarming message to receive. For me, it was a direct order to be showered with as little clothing on as possible when he come home.

"I just came again," he added.

I sent him a wink emoji just as I heard the shower turn off. My heart jumped in my chest.

"The shower just turned off."

"I want to watch," he said, "Facetime me and hide the phone."

I smiled and began typing.

"In about 10 minutes, jerk your cock knowing your son will be buried in my throat, ready to cum in my mouth at any second. This time it's between me and him. I'll tell you all about it as you jack-hammer that hard cock of yours in and out of me tonight."

He responded immediately with a shocked face emoji and the purple devil one. I responded with the purple devil and a wink. I heard the stair creaking one at a time as Jordan seemed to cautiously make his way down. I steadied myself and prepared the series of questions I would ask and quickly ran through the possible answers he would provide to each. Before I could complete the checklist in my head, he turned the corner and approached the table where I was sitting. He had on a t-shirt from one of the local auto shops and some casual shorts. He didn't bother with socks or shoes and his hair was still wet, both indicating his anxiousness to come down.

He didn't say a word as he sat directly across from me. I was horny as hell and had to play the role of the Mom and not the wanton, cock craving slut. I sipped my soda and offered the first words.

"Do you often put words into the mouths of women?" I asked plainly.

He looked at me with a slight hint of confusion.

"You were told you could ask," I repeated to him, "nothing was said about me being willing or unwilling. You assumed that didn't you?" I sipped my soda again.

He nodded.

"I need you to speak to me. You nodding just then doesn't tell me which question you're answering."

He paused before looking down at his fidgeting hands on the table.

"I don't put words in girls' mouths, and I did assume," he said, continuing to stare at the table. He seemed so candid with his father, what was happening?

"Are you nervous?" I asked, looking at the top of his head.

He nodded slightly.

"Jordan, you need to look at me, for one," I said and waited for him to comply. As he did, I hit him with another question. "You assume a lot about girls, don't you? You assume they all don't want you?"

His eyes were searching for an answer within my own as I watched his shift from one of my eyes to the other.

"They don't," he said.

"Did they all tell you that?" I asked, intending for him to see my point and relax a little.

"No, Mom," he said as he slumped in his chair and exhaled. I thought I saw a slight eye roll thrown in there for good measure.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young man," I started. I felt my clit begin to throb. Knowing his cock was going to be in my mouth soon, him calling me Mom and me referring to him as "young man" turned the knob on just a little more than it was already.

"Sorry, Mom, it's just that I went through this all with Dad."

"I'm aware, but from the way I heard it, you were very open and spoke eloquently about your experiences with Amy and your reasoning behind it all. I'm confused as to your mannerisms as they seem completely different from how I was told."

He smiled enough it seemed he was about to laugh.

"What's funny?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Mom, that was a prepared speech, sort of. We both figured we may one day get caught so we talked about everything and we came up with that. It's true, but it took a lot of work for me to remember it all and even more to be able to say it."

"I can understand that," I empathized, "So..." I said as I carefully considered my next words, "what do you want from me?"

The smile disappeared from his face and his cheeks turned a bright red. He made like he was about to get up and walk away before I stopped him. I reach over and wrapped my hand around his wrist. The first physical contact I had with him since I made up my mind to wrap my lips around his cock gave me goosebumps.

"Don't walk away from me. It's a question with an answer, Jordan. You know what the answer is. Just say it. I'm your Mom," I said as I felt my pussy twitch a little, "and you won't get judgement from me."

He looked at me, considering the sincerity on my face.

"I supposed if I was going to, I wouldn't be here?" he stated, but so unsure of himself that it sounded like a question.

"That's correct," I said, taking a large gulp of my soda. "So, what do you want?"

'Say it, baby, tell me you want your cock in my mouth. You want me to bob my head up and down your stiff pole until you deposit your seed down my throat. SAY IT!' I thought to myself.

He stared at me for what seemed an eternity before he quietly said the words I was dying to hear.

"Can I have a blowjob?" he said meekly.

I slid my cup to the side and put my hands across the table, requesting without a voice that he give me his hands. He looked deep into my eyes and slowly put his hands in mine. My thumbs caressed the top of his hands.

"That was hard to say, wasn't it?" I asked. I was a living wreck on the inside. I was a proud mother and a horny slut at the same time. He took the first step of many needed to develop a long overdue healthy state of self-confidence.

He shook his head and smiled a little. No doubt he was proud of the fact that he was able to ask but also that he wasn't rejected. Our whole scheme was designed around the concept that I would reject his attempts at me, but I knew I could not deny my son. Even more so, I could not damage him in such a way that could forever tarnish any self confidence he may have had.

My pussy was on fire as I stared at him one last time.

"This is your last chance. The door is open, but it's not too late to close it. Either close it or run through it. There's no turning back now." I thought to myself and immediately stood up. I walked around the table, letting go of one of his hands while gripping the other tighter.

"Come with me," I said in a lower, softer tone.

He stood and walked with me to the living room where the towels were carefully placed earlier. I positioned him at the couch so when I wanted him to, he could sit on the towel that was spread on the cushion. I stepped up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same with me and we both roamed our hands over each other's backs. My hands traced every curve of the muscle and bones in his back before trailing to his side, under his arms then immediately down to the button on his shorts.

He took a deep breath and looked down, watching me unsnap his shorts and lower the zipper.

"Push them down and take them off," I said, not knowing what kind of monster he was hiding under there.

He hesitated before hooking his thumbs into the top of his shorts and boxers and pushing them down. I stood back and waited in anticipation of seeing his cock for the first time in many years. As his garments passed his crotch, his rock-hard cock sprang out, pointing directly at me.

"Sorry, Mom, I guess it's hard to control," he said apologetically.

I didn't respond to his comment. I got on my knees in front of him and helped him ditch his clothes then gave him a nudge to get him to sit on the towel. As he did, he opened his legs and I moved in closer. I stared at his cock as it twitched in front of me. He watched me watch him. His hand went to grab his dick.

I gently slapped it away, "No, don't." I said.

"You're not beyond the point of no return yet. You can stop now, or you can shove that cock down your throat and take what spews out later," I thought to myself. It didn't matter, my hand as if it had a mind of its own reach out and grasped the base of his cock. Jordan let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Have you been masturbating thinking of me doing this?" I asked as I moved his cock around, looking it over in every direction.

He nodded as he watched my hand intently.

"Did you ask me to do this because you got tired of just imagining it?" I asked in the same bland tone. It didn't matter his answer. I wanted to hear his voice one more time before I wrapped my lips around that bulging purple head.

He nodded again.

"You have to tell me, Jordan," I whispered as I stared at his cock.

"I did," he responded in a low voice.

"You have to tell me what you did," I said, shifting my eyes from his cock to his face.

His eyes met mine and, in that moment, he got brave.

"I imagined you sucking my cock while I masturbated."

That was it. That was all I needed to hear. I leaned forward, moved my hand closer to the tip and took it in my mouth. There was no going back. The taboo was broken, and nothing will be the same.

"Ahhhh!" he announced in a heavy breath sound.

I gently sucked as my tongue swirled around it. As I did, it dawned on me that I forgot to tell him my rules and boundaries. I needed to, but how much of a bitch would I be to stop then and start dictating rules in my motherly tone? I would simply have to guide him.

I lifted my mouth from his cock and wrapped my hand around the head, getting my natural lubricant all over my hand. I repositioned it around his cock, my mouth as well. In unison, I slide my hand and mouth down his shaft slowly. I took almost all his 6 inches into my mouth before I slowly glided back up. I continued the painfully slow pace for a while before releasing his cock from my mouth and using my hand to jerk his cock.

"In your imagination, where did you cum?" I ask as my hand slowly worked up and down his shaft.

He was too busy watching my hand to have heard what I said.

"Jordan, pay attention to Mommy," I said, surprising myself and apparently him as he snapped his attention to my eyes.

"In your fantasy, where did you cum?" I repeated.

It looked like he was trying to find the least shocking thing to say to me. No doubt he probably imagined me doing this in a variety of positions and in various states of undress. I needed to help him.

"Let's start from the beginning, baby."

I saw the look of relief on his face as I gave him a way out.

"In your mouth," he said.

I put my mouth back on his cock to get it good and wet again.

"Did Amy let you cum in her mouth?" I said after removing his cock from my mouth once more.

"That's the only way it ever happened," he said as I began to quicken the pace.

"Would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth?" I said in a porn star Mommy voice. It was like I was role playing with Jeremy.

He nodded. I accepted that for the time being.

"Will you cum soon?" I said before putting it back in my mouth. I pushed the head of his cock to the back of my throat repeatedly waiting for his answer. He finally uttered a weak 'yes' before I took it out of my mouth again.

"I'm going to put your cock in my mouth one more time and I won't remove it until after you cum. When you're about to, squeeze my arm so I know to expect it. When you're done, please wrap yourself in the towel and head upstairs, ok?"

"Yes, Mom."

He sounded disappointed, but I wasn't going to not take advantage of this opportunity.

"Now, tell me what to do."

A devilish grin crossed his face before he responded, "Make me cum in your mouth, Mom."

Those words put together that way nearly pushed my existing horniness beyond the breaking point. I was so turned on! I took his cock back into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down his prick steadily. It wasn't long until I felt his hand on my inactive wrist. He was getting ready to tell me. A few more bobs and hand squeezes and the signal was given. I kept my mouth over the tip but continued jerking his cock with my hand. Sure enough, his balls began to empty inside my mouth. Warm gooey cum began to pool, filling every available space around my tongue and teeth. He moaned loudly with each jerk.

He finally pulled his cock away and took a few seconds to catch his breath. I didn't need to remind him. He wrapped up his towel around him and stood up. Before walking away, he leaned down and kissed my on my forehead and thanked me. My heart was melting, and my pussy was drenched. What kind of mother was I?! It didn't matter anymore. My son's cum was in my mouth and there was nothing in the world that was going to change that fact.

When Jordan was out of sight, I stood up and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I unlocked it and navigated to the camera app and turned the forward-facing camera option on. When my face was centered on the screen, I used my tongue to push some of Jordan's cum out of my mouth, allowing some to drip for each corner. I smiled into the camera and snapped the picture.

"You disgusting whore!" I said to myself after swallowing what remained. I laughed as I proceeded to send the picture to Jeremy with no caption or context.

- 4 -

I went upstairs to get a shower before Jeremy came home. As I walked up the stairs, I searched my soul for my feelings on what had just transpired. I felt no shame where shame should be. There was no guilt spinning a web in my head. I smiled thinking about the blowjob I had just given my son and how happy his face looked as jet after jet of his cum pumped into my mouth. I smiled wider wondering what his face would have looked like if he knew why I didn't swallow his load before left.

I couldn't get a thought out of my head, though. During my talk with Amy, she revealed that both she and Jordan were both virgins. Hearing she was a virgin surprised and impressed me. She also declared that she and Jordan pleased each other, as they were caught doing, for more reason than Jordan let on. Yes, they had an unusual love for each other, but the ulterior motive was as a method of satisfying their sexual urges.

"Mom, we want to have sex. We also know we want to wait until we find the right one. We know we were not meant for each other, but why not enable each other's release when we need it?" she said to me, "I can't get pregnant and, let's be honest here, Jordan will never get rejected from me. I think that's why he's not had any semblance of a relationship with a girl."

As it turned out, I was glad to have been able to please Jordan. What I did not expect was the guilt I felt as I topped the stairs about Amy. Amy confessed her soul to me, and she got nothing. She was a virgin, only knowing her brother's tongue. The devil inside me sprang to life. I was conflicted, confused, and even a little jealous. The thoughts inside my head were like quicksand. The more I explored them, the deeper I went.

I didn't make a conscious decision then. The thoughts were out of control and each one consisted of some strange scenario that, a few days prior, I would never have had a thought about. One of them kept whipping around, making itself more and more vivid as time elapsed. Did I want to be the second face between her legs? Did I want my first girl-on-girl experience to be with Amy? What are her desires?

"Damnit, Melissa," I whispered to myself, "You need a cold shower."

I made my way into my room, removing a single piece of clothing at a time as I made my way to the master bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my middle-aged body.

"What a hag," I said to myself before walking away.

I turned the water on a warm setting and stepped in. The water crashed over my head as I let it soak my hair from behind. I turned around, letting the water rush over my face and down my body. It seemed like the world slowed as I watched the droplets of water drift across my nipples, down my stomach and finally pass between and down my legs.

I felt it again. My pussy began to ache.

"You truly are a whore, aren't you?" I said as my hand drifted south on my body.

"First your son, now your daughter," I added as I lifted my leg and set it on the edge of the tub, opening my hole to my probing fingers.

I plunged one, then two fingers inside my hot cunt as I imaged the talk I would have with Amy. I imagined all the dirty questions I would ask her. Are you horny, baby? Do you miss your brother's tongue? Will mommy's tongue do for now? My arm began to tire as I imagined different ways I could get her out of her clothes and allow me to adventure between her legs. I began to say lewd and unforgivable things out loud to bring on my orgasm.

"Can mommy be your first, baby?" I whispered as my fingers dipped in and out of my pussy.

"Am I as good as your brother, Amy?" I said. Using her name was hot.

I repeated her name over and over as my fingers hammered their way in and out of me. I was almost there. I needed only to say the one thing that would bring me over the top.

"Mother and daughter experiencing a first together."

Damnit! That didn't do it.

"Amy and Melissa eating pussy for the first time together!" I said louder than I intended.

Just then, I felt quivering turn to shuddering and I got my knees to brace for the crashing waves of my orgasm to hit me. I bowed my head as I pushed my fingers inside myself hard. The water washed over my shoulders and down the crack of my ass as my body shook at the bottom of the tub. I finally retrieved my fingers and stayed on my knees.

"I'm a fucking whore," I whispered, "But it's better than being dead. Just one more thrill before I restore order in this house.

I got out of the shower debating how to make this new thing happen. I had a pussy hungry husband on his way home, and he will be expecting his wife to be waiting with a closed mouth and open legs. How do I get Jordan out of the House, Amy here, and Jeremy to come home a little later than normal? I was lost in thought as I grabbed the towel and went back into the bedroom. Like many people, child and adult, I instinctively checked my phone.

I unlocked it and navigated to Jordan's chat. I reread the conversation that led me down this path.

"No, I would do it again," I thought to myself.

Just as I was imagining his sperm filling my mouth, a knock came to my door.

"Mom, are you in there?" Jordan asked through the door.

"Holy fuck, is he about to ask for another one?!" I thought as I raced to get a towel wrapped around me.

"Come in, Honey," I said as another dirty thought entered my head. "Would another one be so bad? Maybe he walks in and without warning, I drop my towel."

I didn't think much past that as he walked in and seemed a little embarrassed to see me in nothing but a towel. No doubt he was imagining what was underneath.

"Are you seriously blushing at me after what just happened downstairs?" I said, smiling and putting my hands on my hips.

That made him smile and I smiled wider back.

"I guess not. Do you mind if I go to Derick's tonight? They're having pizza and move night."

"Yes!" I said without thinking. His face struck a seriously confused stance. Sometimes my internal filter fails. I was excited that I didn't have to make him leave.

"I'm sorry, I meant no, I don't mind. I just know you like their pizza and movie nights and I was happy that you're going to go have fun tonight."

"Oh, I thought you were going to tell me to stay home," he said, his face returning to a smile.

"Oh?" I said, smiling devilishly, "and why would I want you to stay home?" I added with a wink, sure to embarrass the boy.

"Mom!" he said with wide eyes.

"I'm just playing, baby. Go have fun! Hey! Would you mind seeing when Amy plans on returning while I get dressed?"

"Sure, mom."

He left and forgot to close the door. I would have said something, but I got a little tingle thinking of the possibility of him watching his mother dress after her shower. I would imagine the porn stars in those videos would make a big scene about getting dressed in this situation. Probably exaggerating their movements and seductively pulling their panties on. Maybe even line themselves up with the mirror but within eyeshot of the door and pretend they're admiring their bodies, holding their tits in their hands and maybe even give their nipples a squeeze.

"No, he doesn't get to watch me tonight," I said as I walked over and closed the door, dropping my towel immediately after. I did look in the mirror. I like the image staring back at me a little more than before. Perhaps washing the metaphorical filth off my body made me look better. I shrugged at myself and continued getting pressed.

A knock came at the door.

"Mom, she says she'll be home in about 10 minutes," he said, "I'm going to Derick's!" he added as he walked away.

"FUCK!" I whispered loudly. I felt my juices begin to flow. I looked in the mirror at what I chose to wear and decided I needed to change. I took off the outer garments and looked at my choice of panties and bra.

"Ok, let's not change those. I don't need her thinking I intentionally seduced her, even though I actually am. The pants will get in the way of any hot and heavy fast action, though," I thought.

I ruffled through my drawers and found a nice skirt that I sometimes wear when lounging around the house and slipped it on. It was a one piece, but with the long zipper in the back, it would be easy to remove. I looked at myself in the mirror as thoughts raced through my mind about how I was going to do this. I stopped and looked at the time as I suddenly remembered there was more planning I had to do.

It was 4 PM. Jeremy typically comes home at 5:30 and I needed more time than that. I needed him to be home at 7 and not a minute sooner. I don't know what would be going on, but if everything went well, he would get a treat regardless. If everything did not go well, then nothing would have happened, and I could still promise him a surprise when he got home. I grabbed my phone and quickly went to text Jeremy.

"I need you to pick up dinner tonight. I don't care what we have."

I held the phone for a minute waiting for his response. It remained at 'Delivered' for a while so I put the phone down continued contemplation of my appearance and the means it might take to make this work. The only thing I could think of at the moment was having an adult "girl time" with Amy and steer the conversation where I want it to go.

I suddenly lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down and off.

"Maybe if she sees Mom in a different light, she'll discard some barriers and talk to me like a woman," I thought to myself. I thought at the moment that I wasn't sure if I intended to show my upper thigh, indicating I had no panties on or just show her the whole kit-n-kaboodle.

"I'll figure it out," I said out loud. I looked in the mirror again. My hands braced against the dresser as I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I lowered my head and asked myself how this all happened so fast. It was like I had two personalities fighting over control of my body. Mom and Melissa argued feverishly but Melissa won, and she was about to bring her daughter into the fold.

Just as she began to relax, the front door opened and closed.

I lingered in my room and waited to see if she would come upstairs. I didn't want to be overanxious about her being home and maybe make her suspicious. We weren't the Cleavers where we announced to the house when we were home, nor were we the Walton's, saying goodnight to everyone as we went to bed. I heard her come up the steps and pretended like I was tidying the room up before heading downstairs.

"Oh, hi Mom," she said as she stood in the doorway to my room.

"Hey! What have you been up to today?" I asked, trying not to make it obvious that I was looking her over.

She was wearing mid-thigh length jean shorts with a light t-shirt. She had sandals on, and her sunglasses were on top of her head helping to keep her hair behind her ears. She seemed in a good mood.

"We went out and did some shopping, but I didn't find much of anything I wanted. Ashley practically bought a whole new wardrobe!" she said, rolling her eyes slightly. She liked Ashley, but sometimes got tired of how snobby she could be. I didn't like or dislike the girl, I just thought Amy had better friends to hang out with.

"Well, that's the beauty of shopping. You didn't find anything today, but that gives you an excuse to go shopping again! It's like a treasure hunt!" I said. We both shared a quick laugh at my joke.

"What's your plans for tonight?" I asked, attempting to launch my plan into motion.

"Nothing, really. I was going to see if Michelle wanted to hang out, but her parents are dragging her out to a company picnic."

"Oh, well it might just me be and you tonight," I lied, "Your dad said he might be a bit late." My lie reminded me that I didn't continue the discussion with her father before she arrived.

"Want to sit and watch a couple movies tonight?" I asked, eyebrows raised, hoping she wouldn't see my desperation to make the evening work.

"Yeah! That sounds like fun!" she said, "I'll go get into my lounging clothes." She said as she danced away toward her room.

I waited for her to be out of sight before snatching my phone off the bed.

"Uhhh ok, I'll pick something up on the way home. Will Jordan and Amy be there?"

I unlocked the phone and crafted the message in my head before typing it out.

"Just Amy. Please listen. Do not show up here before 7 PM. I promise you won't regret it. When you get home, put the food on the table and come find me. You'll know where to look. When you find what you're looking for, don't interrupt!" I said, adding a heart and wink emoji at the end.

I saw the reply bubbles going and almost immediately, he replied with a wink.

"He thinks I'll be in satin and lace with my legs open on the bed waiting for him. He has no idea," I thought.

I put my phone on the dresser and headed downstairs where Amy was already waiting on the couch. I plopped down next to her and asked if she had any ideas for movie night.

"I don't mind which one we watch. Why don't you pick the first one?" she said.

I was hoping that was going to be the case, otherwise I would have to steer this a little more than I wanted to. I bounded off the couch, acting the role of the giddy mother who finally gets to spend time with her daughter, even though this was a common occurrence for us. The DVD's were set in a row on top of the entertainment center, under the mounted TV. I scrolled through the titles and picked the most boring one I could find. My hope was that she would be as bored as I would be, and we could talk with some background noise.

"Here's one!" I said, opening the case and putting the disc into the tray. I pushed it in and sat back on the couch. I tried to get closer to her, but not too close. My mind was a mess, but my top concern was making sure he wasn't suspicious of anything.

The movie started and we watched the opening credits before she began to express her dissatisfaction with my choice.

"What is this movie? It seems boring already," she said, still staring at the TV.

"I'm not sure, I figured I would pick something we hadn't seen. Maybe give it a bit and see what you think?" I said, looking at her. I needed some time to plan my next move. She continued watching the movie while I thought about my next angle of attack. Thought after thought raced through my head until I found my way in. I shifted my gaze from the TV to the window to the right of the entertainment center. It was just far enough away that if she looked over at me, she would see I wasn't watching the movie.

"Mom, are you ok?" she asked

I waited a few seconds for her to repeat herself.

"Mom?" she said with more concern in her tone.

I snapped my head to look at her.

"Oh, sorry, baby. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts," I said, playing on her natural caring personality.

She snatched the remote from my hands and pressed pause, "Are you ok, Mom?"

"Yeah, honey, I was just thinking," I responded with a fake half smile.

She hopped around in the seat, facing me and asked me what was on my mind.

"I was just thinking of the conversation we had a couple months ago," I lied, looking to see her facial expression. She knew instantly what I was referring to. Just as I hoped.

"I'm sorry, honey, we don't have to talk about that."

"No, Mom, it's ok. I just wasn't expecting that to come up again. It was a little awkward, ya know. I thought we could move past it."

"No, it's not that. I'm not going to lecture you or anything I just keep getting the situation in my head, kind of like I didn't handle it properly."

She thought for a minute.

"Mom, I told you everything that happened. I can't sit here and tell you that it was handled improperly because, let's be honest," she said chuckling a little, "who knows how to handle this? I mean, I can't think of the moment when playing doctor turned into sex. I'll be frank with you; I can't remember the first time we messed around. I don't know who did what to who first. It doesn't matter, either because we did it and we enjoyed it. Obviously, we enjoyed it because we kept doing it."

I only paid attention to random words as I contemplated my next move. I'm better when things are planned out, but I was having to come up with this as we went.

"Clearly you did," I said, about to take the next step, "Have you done anything else that I'm not aware of?" I asked, hoping to find out if she and her girlfriends ever did anything together or maybe she would reveal if her and Jordan actually had sex.

"I mean, Ashley and I used to practice kissing on each other when we were pre-teens, but that never led anywhere if that's what you're wondering?" she said.

I was disappointed, but not defeated.

"So, nothing at all? I figured as adventurous you seemed to be with Jordan, you might have experimented elsewhere," I said, taking a metaphoric leap.

She looked at me and I looked at her. Something about her expression changed. It was hard to pinpoint what it was, but something happened inside her head.

"Are you digging for something, Mom?" she asked with her eyes dead staring into mine.

I got a quick chill as it looked as if the tables had turned and I was in the hot seat. I was cursing myself in my head for letting it get this far and attempted to abort mission.

"Not at all, sweetie, let's see if this movie is worth watching or if we should get another," I said nervously.

She snatched the remote and turned the TV off. I lost control of the situation and the night was then in her hands.

"Mom, I think you're curious about Jordan and me," she said plainly.

"It's not really that, honey, I just never encountered such a thing and I was wondering how the rest of your sex life was. Are you adventurous? What have you tried? I don't think anything can shock me at this point!" I said with a light smile.

Her eyes remained locked to mine. She was thinking what she was able to reveal to me and what she couldn't. It was time to turn the tables again.

"Amy, you're asking yourself if you can trust me enough to tell me the things in your head. Did we scream at you two when we found out about you? No. If it would be easier, I could share some things about me!" I said, perking up a little. I felt in control again.

"I would like that," she said.

"Ok, well, I never had sex with any of my siblings, but I think I've got some notches on my belt. Let's see," I said, pretending to think, "Well, I've had a threesome with two men," I began. I looked at her as I closed that statement and her eyes got big. I was about to mention another tryst before she blurted out a question.

"Mom!" she said loudly, "were they both... fucking you?!" she said in a loud whisper as if she would be overheard.

I laughed. "Not at the same time, honey," I said, "I think the kids might call it 'spit roasting.'" I said nonchalantly.

"Mother!" she said lightly slapping my arm.

"I know, I did have some adventures when I was younger. Let's see, I've had sex in several public places, including the back of a public bus. That was your father's idea," I lied, bringing him into the discussion to see how she reacted to his mention. She was unphased.

"Did anything catch you!?" she said excitedly.

"Nope! We've done that a few times," I continued.

"What have you not done that you regretted?" she asked, driving the conversation exactly where I wanted it to go.

"I wanted to try swinging, but we never really got the nerve to try that. Oh!" I said, pretending to be excited about this would be adventure, "I almost had an opportunity to try girl-on-girl once, but it never materialized."

I looked to see the reaction on her face. Again, unphased. I felt like she was definitely hiding something.

"What about you? What have you done so far?"

She blushed, "I haven't done anything, Mom, besides give Jordan blow jobs." She seemed a little sad about her confession.

"Honey," I said, putting my hand on hers, "You're quite young! You have a virtual lifetime of adventure ahead of you! You'll have to tell me about them after so I can live vicariously through you!" I said, giving her a devilish grin.

"What turns you on," I asked, "What do you already know you want to try?"

She studied me again. This time was different. She wasn't judging me, but herself.

"It's ok, baby, no judgement here!" I said, rubbing her hand.

"Mom," she said, "I'm attracted to Michelle." She locked eyes with me again to measure my response.

"So?" I said, dismissing her fears. "How are you attracted to her?"

She took a deep breath before responding, "I stare at her ass all the time! I've purposely steered her towards certain outfits so I could watch her ass as she walked. I've always wanted to see her naked." She fully admitted.

"Nothing wrong with that, I had a woman I was attracted to once," I lied, "What are you going to do about it?"

She shook her head quickly, "Nothing! Mom, she's my best friend. If I admitted it to her and she pushed me away, I would just die!" she said, tears building in her eyes.

"It's ok, honey! You don't have to ask her; you can show her!" I said, hoping she would pick up what I was saying. She didn't.

"I think showing her would be the same as asking, no?" she said curiously.

I took a huge leap, "You show her! Like this," I said, reaching for the hem of my skirt and lifting it up, showing the small patch of hair at the top of my pussy.

"MOM!" she said, covering her mouth briefly, "You're not wearing underwear!"

I laughed, "I often don't," I lied again.

Her eyes widened and she burst into questions.

"So, all those times we went out together as a family, you never wore panties? Have you two ever left us to go have sex?! Tell me!" she asked loudly.

"I sometimes did, but your father enjoys the thrill of knowing he can take me any time. And I'll leave the second question to your imagination."

She squirmed in place for a moment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't mention your father," I paused and lowered my voice, "kind of kills the mood, doesn't it," I said, putting her on the spot.

She shook her head. Bingo! I had her!

"What does he do to you in public?" she asked quietly.

"Things," I said with a wink.

"It sounds like you're more adventurous than I could ever be," she said, looking down at the couch cushion.

I reached my hand out and lifted her chin. My eyes sought out hers and I explored her face, attempting to read her. I didn't know where this conversation was going, and I looked out into the kitchen at the clock on the microwave. 5:47. I still had time.

"Babe, you have a strong sense of adventurism already. Your experience with your brother shows that. Even at a young age, children generally do not lean towards physical relationships with family members. Sure, they say boys go through Oedipus Complexes, but I'm not sure if that's actually a real thing."

"Do you think Jordan has a... thing for you?" she asked me.

"I don't think so?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders, "If he did before, I don't think he does now," I lied. I debated telling Amy about my earlier experience with Jordan, but I determined that would have to wait. I didn't want to throw too much at her at once. I looked at the clock again. 5:53. Damnit! I needed to either just let the conversation run its course or get something going very soon.

I reached out and took her hand in mine, making one last move to see if I could get this thing, whatever it is, going. She looked down at my hand and gently squeezed it. It was now or never.

"Do you trust me, Amy?" I asked, my voice cracking a little. She looked at me cautiously but determined. She nodded. I pulled her hand and she got on her knees in front of me.

"Stand up, Amy," I said, my voice shaking at this point.

She stood up directly in front of me still holding my hand.

"I'm going to take your panties off, is that ok?" I asked, staring into her eyes, "I'm going to put my hands under your shirt, put my fingers into your waist band, and pull them down."

She hesitated a moment before slightly nodding her approval. I slowly reached my hands out and touched her on the outside of her knees and gently touched her legs. I felt her quiver slightly under my touch. I looked up at her face and smiled as I caught her watching me intently. I continued watching her face as my hands traced her legs up until I felt the elastic edge of the leg openings of her panties. I reached around and playfully squeezed her butt and smiled wider.

She smiled at me, still watching my arms do their work. As I pulled my hands back to her sides and hooked my thumbs into her panties, I looked down and could see the cloth bunched up at her mound. I stared at it as I began to pull them down. Her shirt followed and covered the treasure I was seeking. I lowered her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them one leg at a time. My hand quickly returned to her hips and I looked up.

"Mom?" she said, asking if this was ok while asking me to continue at the same time.

"Tell me what to do, Amy," I said as I massaged the skin at her hips, occasionally allowing my hands to drift around to her ass.

"I can't, I haven't done this before," she squeaked out.

"Neither have I, baby."

I continued massaging, looking into her eyes. I nodded at her again, waiting for her to tell me what to do.

"Make me happy, Mom."

"I will, baby," I said, lifting her shirt as I stood. My eyes passed over her shaved pussy. I gave her mound a small kiss and planted more as I moved up, until we were face to face.

"Lift your arms, I want to see you."

She lifted her arms and I raised her shirt over her head and tossed it over the armrest of the couch. I turned and looked at Amy and smiled as I leaned in to kiss her. I was surprised that she reciprocated my touch. I wrapped my hands around her back and rested them on the cheeks of her ass, squeezing each one as the passion in the kiss intensified. As she reached around my back, I felt her fumble with the zipper on my dress. She unzipped me and I shrugged my shoulders one at a time, releasing the dress' hold on me.

We stood together, naked in the middle of the living room. My heart was pounding as her hands drifted to my ass and she did as I did to her. She needed me to guide her every move, but now I wanted to do this for her. I stepped out of my skirt and turned her until her back was to the couch.

"Baby, I wanted this for me, but seeing you standing in front of me now, my heart desires you. So, now I want to do this for you," I said as I guided her to sit on the couch. "I'm going to make love to you, if you want me to."

She looked up at me and smiled, "I want you to."

I returned her warm smile and knelt in front of her. I put my hands between her knees and gently pushed them apart, exposing her hairless pussy to me for the first time. It was so pretty. She had a very close shave. So close it looked as if she never had hair there.

"Were you looking to get laid soon, baby?" I said, teasing her as I continued to stare.

I got into a comfortable position and leaned toward her. She watched my every move as I kissed her thighs, in my attempt to make it feel like this wasn't my first rodeo. I started inside her left leg, then her right. I turned to face her reddening lips and used the tip of my nose to gently touch her.

"Oh!" she whispered loudly.

I pressed my lips against hers and allowed my tongue to escape into her folds. She cooed softly. It was music to my ears as my tongue explored a woman's pussy for the first time. The fact that it was my daughters was out of my mind. I had a beautiful woman on my couch with her legs open, trusting me to make her first bisexual experience a memorable one; one that she would want to repeat.

"With me, hopefully!" I thought, but immediately recalled that my original intention was to make this the last of my sinful trysts with my children. It seemed the longer this drew on, the less likely I was to obey my own rule.

I wrapped my arms under her legs and put my hands on the top of her thighs, pulling myself deeper into her. My tongue explored every part of her pretty little pussy. When I found her hole, I put my tongue in, just as I enjoy Jeremy doing. She lifted her butt off the couch at my intrusion and I lifted my head to follow. It struck me then that I simply need to remember what I liked and retrace the movements I enjoy so much.

I continued licking her pussy, trading between that and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hands drifted down and grabbed a fist full of hair as she lost herself in the pleasure being provided by her mother. I wanted to also get lost in the moment, but Jeremy would be home sooner than later, and I wanted to see the moment when Jeremy walked in and saw what's going on. My guess was he would pull his cock out and stroke himself while watching his wife please his daughter.

I tried to look at the clock, but in doing so I would have had to lift my head and look over, both distracting myself from my task and giving her the idea something might be up. I buckled down and tried to give her the best orgasm of her young life. I just needed to draw it out long enough.

"Are you enjoying this, baby?" I asked, looking up at her.

"Mom! Don't stop, I was almost there!" she said, chastising me.

I didn't apologize. I dug in and resolved to make her cum so hard. I used my tongue to trace circles around her clit. I alternated between that and sucking it into my mouth. I was waiting to feel her legs tighten around me before I put a finger in her and put her over the edge. As I began to ponder when that would be, she began to guide me.

She put her hands on mine and pulled them to her tits.

"Squeeze them, Mom. Squeeze my nipples," she whispered with her eyes closed and her body moving to the rhythm of the swipes of my tongue.

I put my hands on her tits and squeezed them gently before taking her nipples between my fingers, squeezing and pinching them softly. I ran the length of my tongue from her vagina, past her clit and over the hood so I could see the pleasure in her face when my attention was suddenly pulled to the right.

My eyes shifted to Jeremy. He stood in the hall, hovering right at the corner of the living room. I could only see his head and a single shoulder as he watched. I smiled at him and he smiled back. A second had passed, but apparently it was a second too long. Amy caught my eye and turned to see what I was looking at.

"DAD!?" she yelled.

I looked at her and her glare turned to me. She was upset. She pushed me away and covered herself as best she could and quickly ran past her father. The last thing I heard was her bedroom door slamming.

"I fucked up," I thought to myself, "None of this should ever have happened."




- 5 -

I looked over at my husband and he had a horrified look on his face.

"What the fuck, babe?" he asked me with wide eyes.

I burst into tears which quickly turned to anger.

"You fucking did this! You told me it would be ok. YOU told me to suck Jordan's dick!" I said, standing up and approaching him. I had forgotten that I was naked.

He saw the attack coming and immediately shifted to defense mode. He moved out into the living room to stand his ground.

"I... TOLD you? The only thing I 'TOLD' was my idea about how to handle it. You're the one who took it and ran with it. And do not even stand there and tell me I told you to suck our son's dick. You practically begged me to give you permission to do it!"

I stopped mid stride and all the talk the surrounded the launching of this misguided adventure replayed in my head. I remembered telling him to go ahead and offer me up, but with the condition that I could and would likely say no. I did practically beg him to let me suck Jordan's cock. I told him precise instructions on when to come home and what to do when he got there. I did that with the express knowledge I was going to seduce Amy. He didn't know that. He probably thought I would be sucking Jordan's cock or maybe even fucking him.

My anger faded quickly and the color in my face must have as well. Jeremy reacted quickly as I fell to my knees. He ran to me and grabbed my arms before I collapsed completely to the ground. I must have been out for a few minutes. I opened my eyes to Jeremy kneeling next to me, rubbing my arms and saying my name. I was leaning on my side facing me.

"I'm so sorry! I should not have told you to tell him it was ok to ask me!" I said loudly with tears flowing down my cheeks, "I should have just dealt with the situation like a normal mother. I should have just told Jordan 'no' when he asked..." I said, being interrupted before I could finish.

"What did Jordan ask you, Mom?" Amy asked, placing her hand on my arm next to her dad's.

"Amy!" I said, snapping my head to look at her. My tears continued to fall from my eyes, and I looked at my daughter. She had a scared look in her eyes, "I'm so sorry I did that to you!" I said, beginning to bawl my eyes out.

"Mom! It's ok, I didn't run because I was mad at you. I saw you looking at something and when I turned, I wasn't expecting Dad to be standing there watching us," she said quickly, probably trying to calm me. "It was just an awkward situation bundled with a brand-new experience. Combining those two things don't usually end well."

I searched her eyes for the forgiveness her words suggested and the small smile on her face and the sincerity in her eyes told me it was real. I smiled at her before leaning closer to her.

"What about your dad seeing you naked?" I whisper softly in her ear.

She smiled and leaned into me, putting her hand around my ear, concealing the movement of her lips, "Mom, Jordan cums in my mouth all the time, remember?" she whispered.

I laughed a little at my ignorance. I looked at Jeremy and he had a dumb look on his face, like we just said an inside joke that he wasn't a part of.

I realized I was still naked laying there in the living room. Amy had put on a different long shirt. I tilted my head back and saw that Amy's other shirt and panties along with my skirt were still on the floor.

"We need to get those up and put away and I need to get some clothes on before Jordan comes home and turns this into a more complicated situation than it already is," I said, turning over and slowly rising from my prone position.

I snatched up the articles of clothing and told them I would put them where they belong and get dressed. Jeremey said he would get the food out and ready to eat by the time I got back. As I turned the corner into the hallway heading towards our bedroom, I heard the front door open.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" I thought to myself, "Why the fuck is Jordan home already?!"

I was going to just put on a long t-shirt like Amy, but not only did I have to dress properly, I also had to pretend like nothing happened today to both my children. Amy didn't know I gave Jordan a blowjob and Jordan didn't know I seduced his sister. A suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

"They were practically fucking each other for god knows how long. They'll probably tell each other everything. Then what?" I thought to myself as I stood inside my room thinking about my next step.

I went to the dresser to get my phone.

"I'm worried. They're going to talk to each other and know what happened here today. What do I say to them?!" I texted Jeremy.

"I don't really know. This isn't a problem I can reach out to the PTA for an answer, ya know?" he replied with some laughing emojis.

I was about to chastise his cavalier behavior about this, but I thought twice because we were the responsible adults here and should have known better than to go down this detour in life. I attempted to rationalize every possible method of correcting any potential problems and it all boiled down to a series of statements I kept making to myself.

"They're not going to freak out, they were between each other's legs routinely."

"Their Mom joining their lewd behavior will likely be just fine with them."

I began to feel better as I worked through these thoughts and continued to calm myself until certain pieces of the puzzle started to come together. My eyes shifted left and right continuously as everything seemed to click in my head.

"They're both virgins," I thought as I situated everything together, "They got each other off, but never had sex. They got caught, but did they even try not to get caught that day? Did they want to get caught? They intended to bring us into the fold."

Assuming I was correct, I applauded their planning, but cursed them at the same time.

"Fuckers!" I said quietly, "We're figuring this shit out tonight."

I put my phone in my back pocket and strode quickly out to the kitchen where the others were eating quietly. I sat in my chair and look at each of them, ending my judgmental stares at Jeremy. He really had nothing to do with anything except inventing the idea that Jordan would be able to ask me for sexual gratification. I narrowed my stare at him, then quickly shifted my gaze to my children. Amy's eyes quickly went back to her meal and Jordan had an aloof look about his face. Even more so than normal, anyway.

I was all about taking leaps and that night wasn't going to change it. I scanned them again before going in for the kill.

"So, you two had quite the convincing speech lined up a couple months ago," I said, looking to capture the kids' first reactions to my statement.

Jordan was the first to speak. He visibly snapped out of whatever daydream he was having and looked at me, "What? What do you mean convincing?"

Amy chimed in, looking at Jordan first then to me. She was blushing and I knew whatever she was about to say was going to be the best display of fake emotion she could muster, "Yeah, what do you mean?"

I snickered out loud as I stabbed a piece of food with my fork and pointed it at Amy then Jordan as I spoke.

"At first I thought everything that happened with you two being busted was just something that was bound to happen eventually," I started as I shoved the fork in my mouth. I didn't even wait to swallow before I began speaking with my mouth full, "You know, you do something sneaky long enough, you become complacent eventually. It's like serial killers. They tend to get careless after a while and that's why they're almost always caught. It may take a while, but the vast majority end up screwing something up that they would normally spend a lot of time planning at the beginning."

I swallowed my food and looked for the follow-on reactions. Jordan looked uncomfortable, Amy feigned confusion, and Jeremy looked clueless. Typically, I would include him in my plans, but I was winging it.

"Nope, that's not what I think happened here. I think you two secretly wanted to get caught, but didn't particularly care by who," I said in an accusing tone. They were doing their best to maintain their composure.

"That's because you two have bigger plans and I think it's time we hear what they are," I said, stabbing my food with an overconfident sense of pride in myself.

I looked at Jeremy who was shifting his sight between the two, trying to figure out what was going on. I also visually interrogated them as I waited for one of them to respond.

Finally, Jordan spoke up, "Mom, I'm sure dad passed on to you what I said. It was all true. As far as the door being open, you must realize that nothing happened between us," he said blindly pointing at Amy with his thumb, "when you two were here. We absolutely did not intend to be caught."

I was sure I was right, but to confirm it one way or another, I knew Amy would fess up if I delivered a perfectly executed "Mom Stare." She looked at Jordan with a furled brow, confused and embarrassed at the same time.

"Mom? I'm not sure if I am hearing you correctly, but I think you're suggesting we wanted to get caught and bring you two," she said, moving her pointer finger between her father and I, "into what we were doing. If that's what you think happened, then I'm sorry to tell you that you're wrong."

Her tone was firm, convincing and most of all, a punch in the gut. How was I fucking this up so bad? I was about to get up and leave the table out of sheer embarrassment. I opened myself up to be formally invited into the fray, invalidating the less than desirable situations that happened earlier, but was shut down entirely. I sat back in my chair, desperately needing to escape.

"I don't necessarily see any issue with you and I finishing what we..." she began to say before she noticed the panic on my face. That was the last thing I wanted her to say. If I had to spill the beans, I wanted to do it on my own terms, not have her force my hand.

Jordan looked at her, then to me for an explanation. I looked at Jeremy, pleading internally for him to snatch me up, cram me into a small box and put me into a drawer until time travel becomes a reality. I pushed my plate away from me and began to search for where to begin.

"Amy. The day after your father told me what he witnessed you and Jordan doing, I had a talk with you, correct?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Your father had a talk with Jordan as well. Long story short, sparing you the details, we thought it was ok at the time to offer me to Jordan if he asked with the understanding that I could and would likely say no. This was done thinking his shyness would prevent him from even asking. It turned out that he's not as shy as we thought," I said, looking at Jordan. A small wink escaped my eye.

Amy grinned like a little devil. She knew where this was going but left me to tell my lewd story.

"This morning, he asked me. After some internal," I paused, looking at Jeremy, "and external debate, I gave in."

Amy looked at Jordan in a congratulatory, impressed kind of manner.

"You gave Jordan a blowjob?" she asked.

I felt the temperature in my face rise. I nodded and looked at Jordan. He had a shit eating grin on his face. I tried to hide the shame I was feeling for what I had done, but I was also filled with love for my children and a part of me was happy to do whatever I needed to ensure they never felt pain of any kind. In Jordan's case, I didn't regret sparing him the humiliation of girls rejecting him simply due to his awkwardness with them.

"So, Jordan, I'm sure you're wondering what Amy was about to say."

He nodded quickly and his stare was focused directly into my eyes. It was like he just needed me to say it.

"Well, we never gave Amy the same permissions you were given. Meaning, I did not say it was ok for her to ask your dad if he would take your place in that way. Like I said, there was a specific reason I was offered to you."

I paused for some time as I thought about what I should and should not admit to everyone. I couldn't remember if I had confessed my internal desires to Jeremy. I couldn't remember the lies I told Amy, so I knew I had to come clean or else dig myself deeper into a hole I would eventually have to dig my way out of.

"Amy, remember all the things I said to you this afternoon about my adventures in the past?"

She nodded.

"Well, they weren't all true. I bolstered my resume a little so I could get you to see that experimentation wasn't a bad thing. In hindsight, I don't think I needed to do that since what you two were doing is what some people might label as the ultimate experimentation."

I paused to let that sink in a little. I took another bite of my dinner and swallowed before continuing my explanation.

"I won't go into detail now, but just know that my intentions were good from the start. Now, Jordan, I won't say things got out of hand, because, I engineered the whole thing, but what I did for you is what I started to do for Amy. The only difference was," I started, taking a deep breath before continuing, "that I wanted to tease your dad a little by having him see it."

She had a look on her face like she was about to explode.

"Before you say anything! I know that wasn't the best possible thing to do, but my intention was to show you the same ... affection I did Jordan," I said blushing profusely, "I also thought it would inject some spice for your father and I."

I waited impatiently for someone to react. Minutes flew by like seconds.

"Amy, what are you thinking?" I said desperately with a shake in my voice.

"I think things got complicated and I'm tempted to say it's our fault," she said, looking down at the table.

"It's not your fault, baby. Like I said, we were the adults with the responsibility to say no."

"Yeah, but Jordan did ask you and I didn't exactly ask or even suggest that you to stop," she said almost in tears.

"Before we continue, I want to make it clear that I'm not angry with either of you. It's hard for me to talk about all of this. It's all so new and different for me. It's probably the one thing that you have over me, experience wise," I said with great humility.

"I don't know what to do next," Amy said, "do I ask if we can continue where we left off?" She looked at her Father, "What do you think, Dad?"

I looked at Jeremy as he was caught by surprise by Amy's question.

"I think I agree with your Mother. You two have some experience in a world that we have just been introduced to," Jeremy said truthfully, "As far as continuing where you left off, I think that will have to wait. I think your mom and I have some talking to do before we can venture into that again."

Jordan snickered. "Talk," he said making half hidden air quotes. Amy slapped his arm as a wide grin appeared on her face. It seemed they weren't put off with the thought of their parents being sexual creatures. They already knew about me, but the coupling of their parents wasn't a turnoff.

"I think it's time I asked a few questions," Amy said, interrupting the comedic moment.

"I think that's fair," I told her.

"You said that today was to be the last of your venture into the world we enjoy?"

"That was the intention, yes," I said, intentionally not giving hope to any future rendezvous.

"What if I said today wasn't over?"

She lacked assertiveness when she suggested we get back to me eating her pussy or to journey into new experiences we had yet to try.

"Let's not beat around the bush, Amy. What do you want to ask me?" I said sternly.

"Will you help me take my clothes off and finish giving me an amazing orgasm?" she said, staring at me with all the bravery she could display.

My heart melted. She wanted me still after all that had happened. I knew the answer to her question immediately, but I had a hard to expressing it.

"I have to agree with your father. We need to talk about this tonight. We can sit down as a family tomorrow and talk further about this. Does that sound ok?" I asked, hoping her feelings wouldn't be hurt.

"That's ok. I have another question, though," she said with a small smile.

She looked me dead in the eye and asked, "Since you started something you didn't finish, do you mind if Jordan takes over?"

I supposed I should have known this question was coming. I guess after sucking Jordan's dick and eating her pussy, how could I tell them no? I didn't want to utter the words, so I nodded instead. The immediate events I expected would happen did not. Jordan surprised me by standing up, pushing in his chair and reaching his hand out towards his sister. It was love. She took his hand with a smile and stood up. As he led her away, I wrapped my hand around her upper arm and tugged her back toward me. I gave her a tight hug and whispered in her ear.

"Leave the door open and a soft light on."

- 6 -

We watched Jordan lead Amy to his room.

I turned my chair a little towards Jeremy for a more personal discussion about this whole mess.

"I know you want to talk about this, but since we're all being honest," he said, "this whole day has driven me insane. I want to throw you onto this table and fuck your brains out."

I always loved how blunt he was when it came to his carnal desires.

"I know babe, and you'll be fucking me soon enough. I told Amy to leave the door open and a soft light on. Who knows what we'll see?" I said with a smirk.

His hand disappeared beneath the table, no doubt rubbing his stiffening cock.

"But first, I need you to focus. Knowing where we were two months ago and where we are today, are we doing the right thing? If not, what is the right thing in this scenario?"

"I'll keep reminding you that this isn't a normal situation and because of that, we're on our own to figure it out. Note I said figure it out, and not 'know if we're doing the right thing.' Is there an aspect of parenting that's really known to be 'the right thing?' I don't think there is. The only thing I can tell you at this point, is this is something that shouldn't get out."

"That much I do know, and I'm sure they're aware of that as well since they kept it hidden from us for apparently years until we found out. I still think they wanted to be found out. Maybe not for us to join, but maybe so they could get it out in the open. I don't know if they expected us to simply let them carry on once we found out," I said.

I thought for a few moments.

"Do we let them carry on?" I asked, taking a single question at a time.

"If you had asked me yesterday, I would have said no, but we both made the decision this morning to change that."

"We did," I agreed.

"What's your next question, Melissa?" he asked.

"I don't know which one to ask first."

"You'll get answers to them all, I think, but not if you don't ask."

"Was I wrong to do what I did today?" I asked, still not feeling entirely wrong about it.

"As it pertains to me, no. They are consenting adults and based on their admissions a couple months ago, they do know how to say no," he said. He always had a special way to comfort me.

I didn't know I was about to ask the next question until I blurted it out.

"Do you want to fuck Amy?"

His eyebrows raised and his eyes opened wider for a second. His expression turned to normal as he stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'm showing you what I want."

I smiled, knowing he intended to shove his cock in my pussy, but the mystery was waiting to see how it would all play out. I took his hand and walked with him from the kitchen to just outside Amy's room. He stopped me just before Amy's door.

"Look inside and tell me what you see," he whispered in my ear.

I slowly leaned forward and looked into her room. Jordan was sitting at the edge of her bed with his jeans and boxers bunched up at his feet. He was leaning back with his hands on the bed behind him for support. His cock was hard, and I couldn't see the tip because Amy had her lips around it. My pussy was getting wetter by the second as I observed what was transpiring.

Amy was on her knees in front of him with her own pants around her ankles. Her shirt was raised above her tits. She had unsnapped her bra and let her tits out into the fresh air. One of her hands was wrapped around Jordan's cock as she bobbed her head up and down on it. The other hand was working her fingers in and out of her hole.

I never saw them in the act before that moment and I almost began to beg Jeremy to fuck me as I watched. I nearly forgot what he told me to do, though.

"Amy is on her knees with Jordan's cock in her mouth," I started as I felt Jeremy reach around and unsnap my jeans and lower the zipper. "She is fingering herself as she sucks his cock." My pants and panties were quickly pushed down.

"Spread your legs a little," Jeremy whispered.

I did as he told me. I went to step back so I could bend over while still being able to watch inside Amy's room, but he put his hand on my back, preventing me from backing up.

"Stand just as you were," he said.

I kept my eyes on Amy's mouth as it slid up and down her brother's stiff rod. As I continued to watch, Jeremy worked his cock inside me. He put his hands on my hips as he pulled me back and forth on his cock. I was balancing myself with one hand on the wall while my other hand rubbed my clit. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, but a particularly deep thrust made me whimper slightly. Amy didn't hear me, but Jordan did.

He looked directly at me. I locked eyes with him, and we watched each other get pleasured. He could no doubt see my body rhythmically moving back and forth and Jeremy fucked me.

"Jordan heard me," I whispered to Jeremy.

"What's he doing?"

"He's watching me and I'm watching him," I replied.

"Did Amy hear you?" he asked, pushing his cock deep into me.

"No, she is still working his cock in and out of her mouth."

As he was buried inside me, he snatched up the bottom of my shirt and raised it to my bra. He hooked his fingers under that and lifted both off me.

"Lean forward and let him see your tits," he whispered to me as he began pumping again.

I did as he told me and made sure he saw my tits swinging as his father fucked me. His eyes got wide once he realized what just happened. I smiled at him and put my finger to my mouth, urging him to keep quiet. He must have already been close since he grabbed a handful of his sister's hair and announced to her that he was about to cum. Just to add a little more for him to see, I cupped one of my tits in my hand and raised the nipple to my mouth, sucking it gently. I winked at him before releasing my grip on it.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Where did Mom let you cum? Did you shoot it on her tits? Did you cum on her face?" she asked as her hand slowly moved up and down.

"She took it all in her mouth! It was amazing!" Jordan said, looking at Amy.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked, smiling lewdly at him.

He nodded quickly.

"Can you say it?"

"I want to cum in your mouth," he said softly.

"I want you to use your own words," she said. It seemed she was helping him be more comfortable about sex.

"I was to shoot my load down your throat!" he said louder.

Her smile grew.

"Has the feeling gone yet?" she said, still stroking his cock.

He nodded.

"Good, I know you like when I bring you to the edge and back. You always give me so much cum when I do that," Amy said.

"Wow!" I thought to myself, "She knows how to work her brother."

Jeremy continued fucking me as I watched Amy tease and manipulate her brother, bringing him to the brink of orgasm and backing off. She repeated this several times until he begged her to cum.

"Cum little brother, shoot it down my throat," she said.

He had another thing in mind.

He stood up and grabbed her arm, forcing her to rise with him. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear then pushed her to the bed. She happily obliged whatever he told her. He looked over at me as I watched him take on a new persona.

I smiled and nodded at him as he took his cock in one hand, then spread his sister's legs with the other. He pressed down on the inside of her left knee, putting her wide-open pussy on display for me. He stepped closer to her. The look on his face reminded me of the face a man makes when he was about to take ownership of his woman. He had an animalistic, almost absent look about him. He moved even closer and his hand positioned his cock in a manner that lined it up with her hole. It looked like he was about to shove it inside her.

I nearly jumped in the room, yelling at him for sticking his cock in his sister, but I continued watching instead. Jordan was now a man I'd never met as he dominated Amy. I watched the head of his cock get closer and closer to her hole. Just as it was about to enter her, he raised the tip and slid it over her clit. He stroked the base of his cock and I swear I saw his whole cock swell just as he exploded.

Amy saw the first rope of cum leave his cock and opened her mouth.

I watched him aim his cock in strategic places and shoot his cum all over her torso. Her tits and stomach were covered with his cum. He exhaled loudly as the last bit exited his body. I nearly laughed as his knees went weak. He propped himself up on the bed as he made his way around to the empty side. I was a little jealous of Amy getting to be the object of Jordan's secret strength.

I flashed back in my head at the shy boy who could barely ask if I would suck his cock. Maybe practice in general didn't suite him. Maybe he treats a woman only how she wants to be treated and Amy has had plenty of time to practice with him.

"I think it's Mommy's turn to practice," I thought. As I snapped back to reality, Amy was walking toward the door. I watched the curves of her nude body as she slowly padded over to me. Had I not drifted off to neverland, I would have sulked back into the hall to finish this fuck-fest Jeremy started, but she had already seen that I was there.

Before I knew it, she was leaned carefully against the door. I looked deep into her eyes before looking at every curve of her face, neck, shoulders and continued down. She began to whisper to me.

"He came all over me, Mom," she said. My eyes returned to hers. She had a lust still burning in her eyes. It was the fire I started earlier that Jordan could not extinguish.

"You heard him, didn't you?" she asked me.

Jeremy couldn't see her nor hear what she was saying to me over the sound of him slapping into me. I nodded slightly.

"What did he say to me, Mom?"

"He wanted to cum in your throat," I whispered.

Her hand traveled up her body and collected a large drip of cum. She looked at it before returning her eyes to me and offering her hand to my mouth.

I slid my tongue out and let her drip the cum onto it. I quickly tasted it and, again, my mind went back to the moment he shot his load in my throat. I needed that again.

"You think you have all the surprises, love?" I whispered to her with a grin.

She smiled back but didn't answer.

"Babe, Jeremy just came all over your daughter," I said loud enough for Jeremy to hear.

"Oh, fuck! Almost there!" he replied.

I looked back at him, "Are you going to fill my pussy with that cum?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Your daughter is standing naked just inside the door."

He began to pound me harder but wasn't quite there yet. I turned to look back at Amy

"She fed me some of Jordan's cum," I said while staring dominantly into her eyes.

Amy's eyes widened and her mouth opened in the widest of smiles. Just then, Jeremy pushed all the way inside me, and I could feel his cock swell.

"He's shooting his cum inside me, Amy," I said quietly under the moans of my husband.

Amy's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as her hand began to drift between her legs.

"Still, ungh, cumming!" I said as her father pushed the last of his load into me.

When the noise settled, I used my eyes to let her know she needed to return to Jordan. Jeremy pulled out of me and seemed to have brought half his load with me. I was dripping down my leg as I turned to look at him.

"Was she really standing right there?" he asked.

I nodded and smiled my usual devilish grin as I pulled my shirt down and panties back up.

"She had cum dripping off her breasts and down her stomach," I sound loud enough that both kids could have probably heard me.

"Damn, that's pretty hot," he said as he corrected his clothes.

I pulled my pants back up and before walking back to our room, I whispered in his ear.

"We need to talk."

- 7 -

I hurriedly made my way to my room and immediately stripped off my clothes and went to the shower. As the water got up to temperature, I stepped in and almost immediately went to my knees in tears.

"I'm an awful person!" I yelled out loud.

Jeremy ran in and knelt by the tub and put his hand on my knee.

"Why do you think you're an awful person?" he asked.

I got angrier with him in that moment than I can remember.

"How the fuck could you ask me that question?" I said loudly. "How could you sit there and ask that question to me after what just happened?!" I shouted at him.

"I understand your question, but we need to talk it out like we always do," he said. I was growing angrier with him by the second. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I need someone to point the finger at for not stopping me. Even more so, I needed someone to tell me what kind of person I've devolved into.

"Let's start with what happened first today," he started. He paused for a long time.

"You know, let's not do that. Let me state some things first," he said, changing pace. "You're not at fault for giving Jordan a blowjob. You wanted to do it. Yes, it probably took a while before it seemed like something you wanted to do, but you ended up wanting to do it. Fact of the matter is, I wanted you to do it, too. Adding Amy to the mix was all you, though," he said with a light chuckle. He looked at me to see if I would join in. I smiled a little but did not feel better.

"I have a confession," he said somberly.

"You want to fuck Amy," I said, turning to look at him.

He took the soap and poured some into a sponge and began soaping me up. It felt nice to be pampered a little bit.

"I don't know if I want to go that far, but I want her like you had her," he admitted.

"Jeremy," I said, beginning to sob again, "I was fine until I saw Jordan take control of Amy like he did. He was like a different person! He owned her in that moment, and I wanted him to do that to me. I wanted to be the one who taught him how to do that!"

Jeremy began to lightly massage my back and shoulders.

"I wanted to be where Amy was. I wanted him to dominate me. Instead of cumming all over me, I wanted him to shove his cock in me and fuck me. I wanted to give him everything!"

He knew not to interrupt me.

"When Amy walked up to me with Jordan's cum all over her, she had a fire in her eyes. A fire that I started earlier today. I wanted to jump off your cock and take her into our bed and lick all the cum off her before I went back between her legs."

Jeremy waited a while before chiming in.

"What's stopping you from doing either one of those things?" he genuinely asked.

Without missing a beat, my sober look took on an angry overtone and I looked at him and said the obvious thing, "They're my children. Is that not enough to stop you?"

"it's enough for me to say I'm not ready to start a full-on sexual relationship with Amy," he retorted quickly. "We've come this far to pretend it hasn't happened, though."

"We? WE didn't go anywhere. I did." I said.

He continued rubbing the soapy sponge all over me.

"Melissa. They're adults now. Both chose this particular ... kink, for lack of a better word, a long time ago by their own admission. I know that doesn't mean we have to. I've not done much to offer you much more than a vanilla sex life."

"Jeremy, you've been a great husband!" I said.

"Adventure hasn't been our thing, though, has it?"

"It's never been a requirement of our happiness, though, Jeremy! You gave me two wonderful children and you've never given me reason to be suspicious of you or where you've been. And that tells me that you have been happy with our sex life as it was."

He nodded and smiled at me.

"I have been happy, but something stumbled up on us and I don't know if I want to let this little adventure pass us by. Even if I'm not the one participating, knowing you're getting to experience something most people never do makes me happy. Plus," he said, tilting his head a little and smiling, "maybe I get to watch once in a while!"

I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"I don't know if I can go where Amy and particularly Jordan may want me to go."

"You're not sure if you're ready to fuck Jordan," he said.

I nodded. I tried to imagine any way I could enjoy him pumping his cock in and out of me, but nothing stood out. Missionary style was boring and reminded me of people trying to make a baby. Doggy style reminded me of porn. My thoughts kept going back to what he was doing to Amy. Except instead of cumming on me, he fucked me in that exact position.

In my daydreaming, I didn't see Jeremy stand up and get the retractable shower head. He began to rinse me.

"You know, I didn't have enough work to do when you asked me to not come homme until seven. So, I took a little detour on the way home and I picked some things up from the store."

I turned and looked at him curiously.

"I'm going to rinse you off, then you're going to dry off and get in bed. No clothes and you're going to let me take over. I left my stuff in the living room, so I'll have to go get it, but when you're ready, just get on top of the covers in bed and I'll take care of the rest."

I nodded sheepishly at him and stood up, grabbing the towel to dry off.

He walked out of the room and I dried off. I tried to think about what he was up to. I didn't think he was referring to sex since he just dumped one of the biggest loads ever in me in the hall and while I didn't say it, I wasn't really in the mood to be fucked again. I figured I would be a good sport about it, though and at least see what he was up to.

I got on the bed and it wasn't long before he came back with a small bag. I couldn't see inside it, but it wasn't very big. He sat it down next to me and told me to close my eyes. The next thing I knew, my eyes were being covered by a blindfold.

"This is new!" I said, interested in his new sense of adventure.

"Yep, sometimes we need to change things up," he said, rooting around in the bag.

I felt soft thing being tied to each wrist one at a time, then my arms being outstretched like I was being tied. This was something way out of our realm. After tying both arms, the room fell silent. I was laying there for a long time before I heard light footsteps working their way into the room.

"It's about time you showed back up," I said.

"I had to continue getting ready," he said from what sounded to be the end of the bed.

I heard clothes being removed and Jeremy crawl onto the bed. I didn't think he had the energy for another fuck, but it seemed my guess about the evening's activities were wrong. I felt hands running up my leg, then over my hipbone and up my body. They lingered over my nipples, gently pinching them. I could feel quick gusts of air flow over my stomach. I was being explored.

"You act like my body is new to you, Jeremy," I said, hoping to figure out what the plan was.

There was no response. The hands slid all over my body. It was a unique feeling and I started to remember a thought that ran through my head while I was with Amy earlier that day.

"Only a woman explores another woman. A man attempts to conquer," I thought to myself as the hands on my body drift back to my inner thighs.

Those hands pushed my legs apart and my thoughts instantly shifted to when Jordan took control of Amy. The sudden excitement was soon undone with the realization that it was Jeremy taking a described fantasy and trying to turn it into his own doing. It almost made me angry after remembering that I told him that I wanted Jordan to do that to me.

I laid there, faking my grunts and groans until the tongue that started at the bottom of my slit, tracked its saliva past my hole, across my clit and over the hood. It was different. I became excited again but was also getting exhausted at the emotional roller coaster this experience was turning out to be. This tongue knew what it was doing. It didn't push into me too hard. It caressed the lips of my pussy in a way I wasn't used to.

I was about to address the situation when the bomb was dropped. The rollercoaster traveled over that final hill and the free-fall thrill was at hand.

"I'll come check on you later," Jeremy whispered in my ear as the tongue continued to own my pussy.

"Jeremy! What's going on?! Who is doing this to me if you're whispering in my ear?!" I asked in a panic.

He kissed me on my forehead. I listened for him walking away, but I couldn't hear anything over the slurping sounds going on between my legs.

"Who is that?" I asked, patiently waiting for an answer.

There was none. Whoever it was there was enjoying their work and I demanded to know which of my children was doing this to me.

"Jordan? Amy? Which one of you is eating my pussy?" I said, hoping the language would tantalize them enough to stop, take a breath, and answer me.

Again, there was no answer. Jeremy must have coached them before bringing them in here. I was sure it was Jordan and that Jeremy was having Amy in her room or the living room. I felt jealous that her mouth could have been wrapped around his cock or his lips suckling at her clit. My head went blank for a moment before transitioning to an image of Jeremy's cock pounding in and out of Amy. I need to know who was doing this beautiful artwork on my pussy.

"Well, whoever you are, why don't you lay on top of me so I can please you, since you're doing such a great job with me?"

I hoped that would rouse some interest and I was rewarded with a pause in the action. The tongue slowly withdrew from my pussy and I felt weight being shifted around the bed. My head suddenly was forced to the left for a moment as a weight was being placed next to my head. It was suddenly righted when a similar weight was placed on the right. I opened my mouth not knowing what to expect.

"I'm about to have Jordan's stiff cock or Amy's juicy pussy at my lips," I thought.

Moments passed like minutes when I suddenly recognized the smell that was at my nose. The tongue began to work its magic on me again, but Amy's pussy was just within reach of my tongue. I reached out with it and mimicked her movements as best I could. My hands were still prisoner to the straps Jeremy put on me, but I didn't think I was doing a bad job. I could hear her moan slightly as I touched her clit or groan when my tongue teased her hole.

"This is what I wanted, and Jeremy gave it to me," I happily thought. My only regret was not being able to use my hands to explore my daughter.

"Amy! Untie my hands, I want my hands on you!" I said as soon as the realization hit me as to who she was.

She refused to answer me. She intended on driving me insane. I was powerless to stop her, so I just gave into her. I gyrated my hips, physically begging her tongue to make my pussy convulse in orgasm. Her fingers pulled my inner lips open and her tongue went deeper than I thought my mind could handle. My little girl was driving me insane.

"Baby! Put your finger in me!" I said as I continued to try to replicate her moves on her own pussy.

I was rewarded with what I asked. Her finger began to worm its way inside me. The single digit was enough to put me over the edge.

"Oh, God baby! I'm ... cumming!" I screamed into her. It only served to make her work harder.

The sensation heightened when she didn't even say a word to me. She knew where I was, and her focus was on me alone. She pushed her finger into me only slightly harder and her tongues pressed against my clit a little more than it was already. Fireworks erupted all around me as the muscles in my abdomen tightened and I twisted my body in response to the explosion happening within me.

"Cu ... m ... ing!" I said as best I could. She didn't relent.

As I came down from the intense monstrosity of that orgasm, I begged once more to be freed of my restraints.

"Amy, please let me go," I asked, my voice cracking a bit.

She quickly untied my hands and laid next to me on the bed. She leaned into me, wrapping her arm across me and nuzzling my neck.

"Baby, I can't," was all I said to her while looking up at the ceiling.

She didn't respond. I began to think her father went to her while I was tied up and coached her on my state of mind and how to react. I now knew how this had gotten this far. My morals, along with everything else become fuzzy, if not absent, when I get turned on. I learned that about myself that day. First with Jordan, then with Amy, then with Jeremy fucking me while I watched my children.

"I don't want to do this to you or your brother," I said, still staring straight up.

There was a long pause before she spoke.

"Mom, you're not doing anything to us. If any impact has fallen us because of incest..." she started.

As soon as she said the word, everything else faded to nothing. Incest. There was a word for what I was doing. It was an ugly word that I didn't care to hear from her mouth again. It made me feel worse about having her lying naked next to me.

"You got stuck on the word, didn't you? It's a word, Mom. Society has placed negative emotion behind the meaning of that word and that's all it is."

She got up and straddled my waist.

"I'm an adult and I can choose what I want. I love you and I love sex. Well, what I know about it anyway. So, it stands to reason that I would love sex from you, or Jordan, or even Dad."

She ran her hands up my body and rested them on my tits.

"Maybe there's a screw loose in here somewhere," she said, pointing to her head, "but the fact remains that one day I'm still going to have a husband and children and will lead an otherwise normal life because you instilled those values in me."

She had sorcerous words. She unraveled my argument without a peep from me. I wasn't being guided by the fire between my legs, but by the face in front of my own.

"Where does this end?" I asked.

She shrugged and thought for a moment.

"Does it have to?" she responded.

"That's not what I meant. You answered a question we will talk about another time. I'm asking you what you want from all this," I said, hoping she was moving day to day without a plan.

"Are you asking me if I want to escalate things?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Let me be more specific, are you asking me if I eventually want to fuck Jordan or Daddy?" she asked plainly.

It was anything but plain to me. As soon as she said 'Daddy,' I began to get turned on again. I've heard of girls who call their boyfriends that name and I always wondered if there was a dark meaning behind it. It seems I may have been right, at least for Amy it would have been.

I nodded again.

"Well, I want to fuck you for now, is that ok?"

Little witch. I had a feeling she wouldn't talk to me seriously until I joined her debauchery.

"I think you already did, babe," I said with a wink.

"Ah, shit. You're right. Well," she said, leaning closer to my face. Her tits pressed against mine as she leaned in. "How about I fuck your mouth and let you finish what you started?"

I reacted in the moment and kissed her lips and placed my hands on her butt. It was a slow passionate kiss that lasted minutes. I wondered if she kissed her brother like that. I wondered if one day she would kiss her father like that. I pulled her body up until her bare pussy was right at my face.

"Spread your knees out further so you're gently resting on me," I said. She obliged immediately and I began my assault. I wanted to out-do her and make her cum like she never had before. I knew just how to do that.

I started darting my tongue deep in her hole while the tip of my nose tickled her clit. Her moans and positive feedback kept me going strong. My hands were on her tits, pinching and turning her nipples as my tongue worked her over. I didn't linger on her breasts for long before my hands wandered back to her ass. I squeezed her cheeks in my hands and my tongue alternated between her vagina and her clit. She continued her positive reinforcement, cooing and moaning her approvals.

When I sensed her orgasm wasn't far off, my fingers crept between her cheeks and subtly teased her asshole. I was prepared for her to rebuke my exploration, but her sudden uptake in the volume of her excitations only moved me to proceed further. When my tongue dove into her hole, my finger would push slighting into the other.

"Why does that feel so good!?" she said in a loud whisper.

I continued licking her pussy all over. I waited until I felt the rollercoaster of her orgasm finish building before I went in for the proverbial kill. Her legs tensed, her abs flexed and her grip on my hair told me her body was about to freefall into an orgasm. I sucked her clit into my mouth and gently pushed my finger into her ass.

"Mom!" she yelled, no doubt feeling something entirely new and powerful.

Her body shook above me as wave after wave of pleasure shocked her body.

"Push it in more..." she requested.

I was surprised at her request, but obliged her, nonetheless. I pushed my finger completely in as her body continued to react to me. I pushed it in and out and added another tactic to my assault on her body.

"Just imagine what it will be like when you have Jordan's cock inside you," I whispered to her.

Her eyes flew open as the waves of her orgasm began to die down.

"I want it so bad!" she said as she fell forward. Her head landed on the pillow next to mine while she remained straddling my face. I teased her pussy a little with my tongue, but she quickly lunged off my face and to the space next to me. She was breathing heavily. I turned to face her with a smile of pride on my face.

"So, you want to have sex, baby?" I asked her, knowing what was deep in her heart.

She looked at me and nodded slowly.

"I always have, Mom, but we decided a long time ago that it wasn't safe. I couldn't ask you for birth control. You may not have been mad for me asking, but you would have laid question after question on me that I didn't have a truthful answer and there was no way I was going to tell you then that I planned on having sex with Jordan."

"I would not have been mad, and had you told me that, I think everything would have been a different outcome than what's happening now. Though, a few months ago, I would have said the same thing about what we ended up discovering."

She nodded, looking down at the bed.

"Are you ashamed for wanting what you want?" I asked, pushing her chin up.

"A little. I spent years justifying what we were doing because we weren't having actual sex. I was guilt free until about a year ago when I knew that I wanted to move to the next step. There were a few occasions when I was on my knees giving him a blowjob that I wanted to push him on his back and mount him, but I always stopped myself."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but why didn't you?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"The risks seemed too great in my mind. I always pictured what would happen if I got pregnant by Jordan. There would be no hiding it. I just didn't want to have that come to pass. Besides, we both became pretty good at getting each other off, so for a while, that was enough."

"So, I need to get you birth control and Jordan some condoms," I stated, ensuring my voice did not intone a question.

She looked at me, likely replaying what I just said and the implications behind it.

"It's only a matter of time before your desires overpower your reasoning. As selfish as it might be, I want you to be home for a while longer and if that means preparing you for what seems inevitable to me, I will do so," I said in an authoritative tone, hoping not to turn her off from me.

I was surprised when her hand found its way between my legs. Her fingers danced over my clit, moistening my pussy yet again.

"That's a lot of words for what you want me to do," she said seductively.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I retorted. I avoided her eyes, hoping she wouldn't see the flame growing in my eyes.

"You know what you want me to do," she whispered in my ear, "You just need to say it."

I hesitated.

"My fingers are not what made you wet, tell me what it was," she commanded me.

I turned my head and locked my eyes with hers. I gave into my desires yet again.

"I want to watch Jordan fuck you," I said in a low voice.

She pushed a finger inside me and taunted me with images of Jordan pounding her pussy with his cock, fucking her in every position she could think of. In her mind, they would put on a show for me in the living room. Both arriving naked as I watched TV. She would get on her knees and pull his cock out and get it ready for his fist fuck. She put another finger inside me as she continued her tale.

"I'll bet you'll want to watch as the tip of his cock pushes into me for the first time. How should we do it? Should I mount him while he's on his back and my back's to you? I bet you'll get a great view as I slide up and down on his cock. Or maybe you'll enjoy watching from the side as I get on my hands and knees and reach between us and guide his cock into my pussy?"

I pulled Amy tightly against me.

"Will he cum inside you?" I whispered.

"He'll warn me first. I'll tell him I want to feel his cock swell as he begins to pump his cum into my belly. That pushes him over the edge, and he grabs my hips and pulls me onto him while he thrusts deeper into me. He stays there as I feel his warm seed fill my vagina. He's cumming inside me, Mom."

My body shook. I couldn't believe I was cumming again.

"I can feel his sperm hitting my cervix as he continued to try and push further into me. His instincts have taken over and he's subconsciously trying to put a baby in my belly. His seed is swimming around inside me, looking for its host."

"Amy! Fuck!" I said loudly, "How are you doing this to me?!"

"You watch him slowly pull out of me. His cock is covered in our combined juices. Cum begins to drip from my cunt as the head pops out. It begins to go limp as his primal mind congratulates him for furthering his line. He bred your daughter."

"OH... FUCK!" I said, my body shaking hers as an orgasm rocked me.

When I finally let her go, I looked at her and my only thought in the moment was told out loud.

"We're going to get birth control this weekend."

- 8 -

That night, Jeremy practically begged to fuck me, saying that his imagination had gone wild imagining what was going on in our bedroom between Amy and me. I told him I would normally be all for it, but between him and Amy, I was absolutely exhausted.

He told me what happened in the time between the application of the blindfold and when Amy came in the room. I learned why he was worked up.

"After I blindfolded you, I went into the living room to get the things I had bought. Initially, I intended to be the one between your legs, but based on our discussion in the bathroom, I wanted to do something to ease your mind about our situation. I went out to the living room and Amy was out there. I had an idea, but I knew sending Amy in here would not solve the problem. I had to coach her a little on what to do and how to answer your questions honestly, but in a manner that calmed your mind."

"I figured you probably did that. She seemed way too prepared for the questions I asked," I said, smiling lightly at him.

"I will admit, I had a little fun while I was at it," he said, grinning sheepishly.

I raised a single eyebrow in curiosity.

"I suggested that she enter the room naked so you would see her in her vulnerable state and put you more at ease from the start. I didn't tell her you were already wearing a blindfold," he said. "She looked at me and raised her arms up. I wasn't acting like the sharpest tool in the shed at that moment, so I hesitated in confusion of her actions. She had to tell me to help her strip. That's not what got me so worked up, though," he added.

"You didn't fuck her, did you?!" I asked in a panic.

"No, not even close. I spent a lot of time looking at her body. Babe, she is stunning!" he said in genuine awe.

I nodded my agreement.

"Well, after my eyes took a tour of her body, she got on her knees in front of me and pulled my cock out. I almost stopped her because I wasn't completely ready for that just yet, but she stroked me until I was hard and ran her tongue from the base of my cock all the way to the head. Once there, she put as much in her mouth as she could then pulled it out and stood up. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed into our room to be with you. That little minx no doubt learned how to be an expert tease by doing it to her brother."

I laughed out loud at his last statement.

"I know what you mean. She's certainly developed some skills, but when it came down to who did it better, I showed her once again that Mom knows best."

"Oh yeah? By all means, enlighten me," he said.

"I showed her that life isn't all about what's in plain sight," I said, observing his reaction to my elusive answer. He didn't buy it. "I gambled that Jordan probably kept his fingers around her vagina, so when I put a finger in her ass right before she was about to cum, the intense sensation was more than she could handle."

"Nice, babe! Anything else groundbreaking happen?" he asked.

I searched his face for any sign he knew what Amy and I discussed. There was no hint that he was aware, so I decided to inform him of the next move in our game of incest.

"I discovered that Amy has been wanting to fuck Jordan for a long time. The only reason she hasn't is because of her lack of contraceptives."

Jeremy looked concerned.

"Listen, they've already been sexually engaged with each other for who knows how many years. I don't want her going out and being promiscuous with a random guy we don't know. I figured that with protection for both of them, what would the harm be?"

"It's a line I wasn't sure about crossing is all," he said justifiably.

"I know, baby, but now I've engaged in oral sex with both my children, so what's worse than that? Actually, let me backtrack a little. I first brought up sex with him as a means to intensify her orgasm. While I didn't think that would be the end of that, I figure we would approach it another time. But then when she was fingering my pussy, she was telling me about her thoughts on the first time she fucked Jordan. She described several scenes, all of which included me watching them."

"Oh, so you get to have all the fun?" he jested.

"Just wait. As she described it in more and more lewd detail, she began to say things that concerned me. In her mind, Jordan was fucking her bareback with the intent to cum inside her and even worse, to impregnate her. The manner in which she said it all made it seem like she wanted that, but I'm sure she was saying that to get me going."

"Did it?" he asked.

"Did what?" I said stupidly.

"Did you cum harder thinking of Jordan fucking Amy, shooting his cum in her pussy? Did it excite you?"

I felt a little shame thinking about it. I nodded. The thought was hot as fuck, but the thoughts that raced through my mind after the fact worried me.

"Yes," I admitted, "But for once, my reasoning stayed intact. While I didn't tell her I would let him fuck her, I did say that we were going to get birth control."

He smiled and put his hands on my naked body, running his hands from between my tits down my stomach and between my legs.

"What about us? Do you think you will ever fuck Jordan? Do you think Amy would want me?" he said as he softly ran his fingers across the lips of my pussy.

I admittedly enjoyed the softness of his touch, but I also thought he knew it was the only way he would get my innermost desires out in the open. I hated that my horny state of mind acted like a truth serum.

"Babe, I don't know. My argument about letting them fuck because they had already engaged in other sex acts would be hypocritical if I said no we can't, but like you said, there's a line and I don't know if I'm ready to cross that. Thinking about Jordan putting his cock in me makes me so fucking horny and don't even get me started with the thought of Amy mounting you and watching her ass slide up and down your cock. Do we really want to do that?"

"You have sucked Jordan's dick. You have licked Amy's cunt," he said, using hard language intentionally making me wet, "She had put my dick in her mouth, and she's sucked your pussy."

He left his reply as a series of statements for a reason. He had a point.

"So, should we just give in and fuck them? I mean, I don't know that Jordan wants to fuck me. That'll be especially true once he gets his cock inside his sister. Does Amy want to fuck you? I've asked but got no answer whatsoever. Not even a feeling one way or the other on my part when trying to read her. Again, once she gets her brother's cock in her pussy, that may be all she wants. Remember, she's gotten to this point with Jordan being her only sexual adventure because she's chosen not to fuck just anyone who expresses an interest. As you said, she is a beautiful woman."

"In case you haven't figured it out, I want to fuck her," he said with some trepidation.

"Babe, I know. I want Jordan to fuck me so bad! I want his hard cock in my pussy. God damnit! Look what you did! Will you fuck me already?!"

The grin on his face told me he was already planning to do just that. He just had to get me worked up.

"Put your cock in me and tell me how you're going to fuck our daughter!"

His fingers had been working a number on my clit and my pussy was wet, waiting for his cock. He opened my legs and got between me. Typically, missionary is a position I like the least, but he was going to tell me a story as he fucked me deep and slow. I laid on my back and opened my legs wider as his cock penetrated me. I wrapped my legs around him and put my arms around his neck.

Just as he pushed his cock inside me, I happen to scan the room and found a curious face at the door. Amy was watching her father make his moves on me. She wanted to watch his cock slide inside her mother.

"Tell me how you're going to do it! Tell me how you're going to fuck your daughter. I want to know if you're going to cum in her pussy, her mouth, on her tits!"

He slowly pushed his cock in and out of me as he began his story.

"I've not had a lot of time to dwell on the concept of me fucking Amy, but the dominating thought is I take her by surprise," he said, thrusting deep inside me.

"I come up behind her while she's pre-occupied with something else and whisper my intentions in her ear as I reach around and unbutton her jean shorts and lower them, along with her panties in one smooth motion. She stands there, at the sink doing dishes for example, and she's now simply wearing her t-shirt and nothing else. I stand back and look at my little girl. Her shirt doesn't cover her ass, and my cock is getting harder and harder."

He pulled out and thrust back in deep.

"'Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?' she asks me. 'Yes, baby, are you ready?' I respond to her. She motions down to her panties and I can see they're already wet. She is ready for me. I get behind her and push her forward, so her ass is sticking out and I put my cock between her legs."

Jeremy continues to fuck me slow and hard. I loved the pace he was going as he told me about fucking Amy. I would normally never cum after this kind of attention, but the slightest word from his mouth at this point could set me off. I was going to be so raw the next morning!

"She reaches between her legs and takes hold of my shaft and guides the head of my cock to her entrance. 'Are you ready, baby?' I ask her and she reaches back with one hand and places it on my hip, pulling me into her. We both moan loudly as our first mating takes place. I'm fucking our daughter, Melissa. My cock is in her cunt!"

"So fucking hot, tell me more!" I said loud enough to ensure Amy heard me, "Tell me more about how Amy is helping you fuck her!"

"I push all the way inside her," he says just as he does the same to me, "she moans her approval. I put my hands on her hips and start pulling out. The tip of my cock comes out until just the very tip of the tip is inside her and she begs me to put it back in!"

"You better fuck me good and hard, Jeremy! Do it!" I said with a fire in my belly.

"I'm putting it in her good when I realize you slipped into the room quietly after returning home. I guess I didn't plan properly as I didn't expect you to catch us. I look over at you and your purse and jacket are on the floor at your feet and you're staring at us in near disbelief. I smile softly at you and you return the same in kind. I whisper to Amy to turn slightly. She doesn't know why, but it's so you can watch my cock slide into her pussy. So you can watch her hole open and accept the width of my cock as I come almost completely out and slide back in."

My hand went down to rub my clit as he fucked me.

"I want to watch you fuck her so bad! I want to watch Jordan fuck her! I want to watch you both fuck her!" I said in the throws of ecstasy.

"You think she'll like double penetration? You think she would like a cock in her cunt and another in her ass? Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!"

My brain apparently switched off just then as my pussy took control.

"Cum inside me, Jeremy! Shoot your cum into my pussy and make us another baby!"

The words themselves coming out of my mouth made me cum as soon as I felt his sperm shooting inside me. I felt each spurt as it washed the walls of my pussy. I felt used, I felt dirty, but most of all, I felt relieved. The last 24 hours have turned me into a whore for which I see no end to. Has sex my entire life been so bland that something like this tips the scale so unevenly?

"Fuck, babe! I'm cumming all over your dick!" I said loudly. Amy certainly heard me and if Jordan was in the house, he likely heard me too with the door open.

He kept pushing his cock deeper inside me as my orgasm wracked my body. I thought I couldn't take another, but I felt all the energy leaving my body after this one. He kept pumping more and more cum into me and while it seemed the thing to say in the moment, that much cum might just well knock me up again. Well, that load and the one earlier when I watched Amy suck her brother's cock while getting fucked.

"Babe," I said as he rolled off me. I looked at his cum soaked cock and knew he deposited all he had inside me. "Do you know how I know you want Amy? You've cum in me twice today and it's filled me up more than you ever have before. Don't get mad, I'm not jealous. I've cum harder today than I have in a long time and it's simply because we added some spice to the relationship," I said as I laughed out loud. "I mean, we've added some Carolina Reaper to it!" I added, continuing to laugh. Something inside me said that this wasn't a joke. Something with my internal balance told me something was off.

"Babe. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but remember this moment," I said without emotion. "I need an actual shower and then I think it's time for bed."




- 9 -

Despite my exhaustive activities that day, I did not sleep well. When I did, my dreams would rattle me awake. Work the next day was a drag and I napped as soon as I got home. When I woke up, Amy was lying next to me asleep. She had done that her whole life. Not just with me, either. She would curl up with someone in the house and sleep next to them. She would even sleep in the same bed with Jordan, which probably helps explain how they started being intimate with each other.

Regardless, as I lay there, looking at her, she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Rough night last night?" she asked sarcastically.

"You would know, you were there for all of it. Even the part where you weren't invited, young lady," I responded, feigning a disapproving tone.

She mocked my accusation, putting on an overly dramatic display of hurt feelings.

"Don't act like I didn't see you!" I said, touching the tip of her nose with my finger.

She smiled sheepishly.

"It was pretty hot, though."

I nodded. It was, Jeremy certainly went all out. I began thinking about my time in bed with Amy, however. Specifically, the scenario she played out as she fingered me. Just as I got lost in thought over that, she brought me back to the real world.

"Mom, do you mind if I ask you some questions about things that happened yesterday?"

"Of course, you should always feel free to ask me about anything!" I said.

"I know, I just want to make sure you're ok talking about all of it."

I laughed a little, "Baby, we had sex yesterday. I think I'm ok simply talking about it."

She blushed and shifted her position, getting more comfortable and hunkering down for a discussion. I did the same.

"Well, the first thing I was curious about is something you did to me. You put your finger in my butt right as I was cumming."

I nodded, waiting for the question.

"Is that something you like? I've never experienced that before, so I was shocked when it happened, but it really put me over the edge."

"If you're asking if I like anal sex, I don't know. I never did it, but something like a finger or a small toy there does wonders for orgasms," I said, honestly portraying my limited experience.

"Do you have toys for that area?" she asked curiously.

I nodded but made sure not to offer to show them to her. I was still tired and was not ready for another turnabout in the sheets. She didn't seem disappointed when I didn't offer.

"What other toys do you have?" she asked.

"I feel like there's another question you're building up to, so why don't we just get that one out in the open?" I said, knowing what she wanted to ask me.

She sighed and rolled her eyes a little. It seemed even she needed to build up the courage to ask certain things.

"Can you show me how to use one?"

"Why do you want to use one? I thought we were working on a cure for that itch you have," I said. I knew the question she was going to ask but not why.

"I want to be ready for Jordan when the time comes," she said, genuinely wanting to make it as best she could for her and her brother.

"Baby, it's going to be the first time for both of you, it's going to be a unique experience that you'll never have again. You don't want to alter it at all," I said caringly.

The fact that I was talking to her about losing her virginity to her brother was not lost on me. Most moms would be having this talk about a boy from school she was serious about, or something close in nature. Not me! I was telling her that not only was I ok with her fucking her brother, but she didn't need to do anything to make it special.

She nodded and changed the mood on her face.

"I guess we should talk about the elephant in the room then, huh?" she asked quietly.

I had a feeling she was talking about the fact that she practically said she wanted her brother to get her pregnant.

"You mean about where you intricately described your brother cumming inside you and getting you pregnant?" I asked.

She looked down and nodded slowly. She was fidgety with her hands and I knew she wasn't particularly proud of herself in that moment.

"Baby, I think you said all that because in the moment it sounded hot and you were doing your best to turn me on even more than I already was. It worked, but remember, we're getting you some birth control, so you won't have to worry about that. I don't think it would be a good idea for him to cum inside you, even with birth control, though."

"I know, I just didn't want you to think less of me for saying all that stuff," she said apologetically.

"You heard what your father said about you, right? Rather, what he wanted to do to you?"

Her nod was a bit more energetic.

"Ah, I see you like what you heard," I noted.

"Mom, has dad ever done anything like that do you?" she said with a little excitement in her tone.

I thought back to when we were first married. He was an animal trying to fuck me whenever he could. When we moved into our first house, we spent the first day having sex in every room. We didn't bother moving stuff in from the truck. He carried me in and didn't wait five seconds.

"Your dad can be very adventurous. The first day in this house before you two were born, he carried me into the house and laid me on the floor just inside the door. He got me on my hands and knees, got behind me and fucked me right there. We spent the rest of the night and half the next day fucking in every room of this house. To answer your question, though, yes, he has taken me at the kitchen sink. In fact, I'm fairly certain Jordan was conceived that way," I admitted.

Amy was getting turned on, her hand was between her legs, but I couldn't be sure she was doing anything.

"Would you like to hear the details?"

She nodded quickly. I got on my knees on the bed and reached for her shirt. She looked at me like she was confused about what was happening.

"Look, you're turned on and now I'm getting worked up. I'm going to take your clothes off, then mine and we'll masturbate together while I tell you."

A broad smile appeared on her face as I lifted her shirt off her. I then peeled her panties off, noticing the small wet spot in the crotch. I almost wanted to dive right between her legs, but I didn't have the energy to do it right then. I got off the bed and quickly removed my own clothes and laid on my back next to her. I reached out and took her hand in mine and began the story.

"Your dad had just gotten home from work. I didn't have a job at that time, so I was making sure I kept up with the housework. I was doing dishes getting the kitchen ready to make dinner. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that day because I ran errands earlier. Typically, I would just wear sweats and a t-shirt with nothing on underneath."

We both were rubbing ourselves slowly as I continued the story.

"Let me tell you, back then, I was just as horny as you are. It was before the internet was popular so the only thing I really had at that time was a few VHS tapes. Sometimes I would spend half the day lying on the couch naked, masturbating to those movies or some fantasy that was in my head. I would get wet in an instant, so when he came up behind me already naked, my pussy got soaked knowing what he was about to do.

"He reached around me, just as he described last night, and unbuttoned my jeans. I didn't wait for him to continue. I unzipped the zipper and pushed my pants to my knees and bent over for him. I reached between my legs and waited for him to place his cock in my hand. When he did, I placed him at my entrance and he quickly pushed in. As he began to fuck me, he pushed my shirt up and began to unsnap my bra. He loved having me completely naked. Soon, my tits were out in the open air, swaying to the rhythm of his thrusts."

I looked over and Amy had her eyes closed, listening to my story while she plunged two fingers in her pussy. The sounds coming from between her legs told me she was wet and ready. If her father was there then, I don't know if I could have stopped the inevitable.

"He fucked me long and slow for a long time. I stood there enjoying the feeling. Back then, it was easy for me to cum just from vaginal penetration. When I said I was going to cum soon, he surprised me with something new. Like I said, I was enjoying the sex and felt my orgasm coming. Just as it started to build, his arm wrapped around me, kind of bracing me for something that I didn't understand just yet."

"He put something in your butt, didn't he?" she asked. Her eyes were still closed. I imagine she was attempting to find the thing that would put her over the edge.

Smart girl.

"He did. Just as I was about to cum, he slowly inserted his thumb in my ass," I told her.

Amy released my hand and quickly turned around and raised herself up on her knees. Her hand went between her legs and continued pushing in and out of her pussy while the other went behind her back. She was putting her own finger in her ass. She loved the intense feeling of her orgasms when there's a little ass play involved.

"I had never felt anything like it and my orgasm, which usually took some time to build, struck me immediately and my knees gave out. I was surprised that he knew what was going to happen when he did that. He held me up and I squirmed all over his cock. My intense orgasm triggered his own and while I was cumming, I felt his sperm shooting into me. As soon as I felt that, my body reacted, and it felt like I had another orgasm that was riding on top of the first one."

I looked at Amy and she was quickly building toward her release. I rolled over so I was able to whisper in her ear.

"Fuck your ass, baby. Put it deep inside you and cum so hard! That's it... fill your pussy and ass with your fingers," I whispered softly to her. It was enough.

I held her as her orgasm rocked her body. She shook heavily in my arms as she grabbed me.

"Mom, it's so intense!" she squeaked out as she held my arm tightly.

"I know baby... ride it through, honey. Let it take you where you want to go," I said, knowing the immense pleasure she was feeling. My heart was full of emotion watching my little girl experience such pleasure.

She finally collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. She was trying to speak but could get the words out over the deep breaths she was forced to take. She felt now how I felt at the time the story happened.

"Are you ok, Amy?" I said, almost laughing.

She took several deep breaths before she was able to compose a sentence.

"Mom, that was the most intense thing I've ever felt!" she said, finally opening her eyes to look at me.

I petted her hair, nodding at her.

"That's how I felt when your dad did as I described in the story. He was and still is good at what he does, Amy. That brings me to a question that you have yet to answer, despite my several times asking," I said.

"You want to know if I want to fuck Dad?" she said, knowing she had been avoiding the question.

I nodded.

"Mom, it's not that I don't want to. I went to bed last night and got myself of so hard after watching him fuck you. One day, I want him to teach me everything he knows," she said, certain of her position.

"But you want Jordan first," I stated without hesitation.

She burst into tears when I told her I knew what she wanted. She cried when I told her I knew that she loved him. I almost cried when I realized that she was actually in love with him.

"Baby, you're going to be with Jordan first, I promise. I just wanted to know because, while your dad won't ever say, or at least has not yet, he wants to enjoy you as I have enjoyed you. I know that if it never happened, he would be ok with that, too."

"Mom, I don't know how we got to have such amazing parents! Had I known you would have been so accepting of all this, we would have told you a long time ago!" she said happily.

"Amy, you have to understand. We've gotten to this point because you waited. Had you told us this a long time ago, it probably would have turned out a lot different. It's almost like this was all fate and I'll tell you what. I'm glad you didn't tell us anything at all. Even had you come out to us and told us everything on your own, we probably would have handled it differently."

I thought for a moment.

"In a way, you waiting to tell us was like the perfect storm."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm just glad it's gotten us here today. You're my best friend and I wouldn't change that for anything," she said.

"What about Michelle? She's always been a close friend and if I recall correctly, you recently told me that you're attracted to her?" I asked, curious if she still felt that way.

"I am. But if I'm ever meant to be with her, then I want to have experience on my side when it happens. Plus," she continued, "I may need your help to figure out how to make that happen."

Amy looked in my eyes and laughed loudly.

"Mom. Do you know that a few months ago I would not have considered myself bisexual? I thought my feelings for Michelle were par for the course during my sexual awakening, but it turns out they persisted through that."

"The world is a funny place, honey. A few months ago, nobody could have ever convinced me that I would have had my son's cock in my mouth or that I would be laying here in bed naked with my daughter after coaching her orgasm. It's our new reality, just like your sexuality," I reflected upon her.

I thought for a moment before continuing.

"Also, baby? You've not been awakened yet. While the intensity of your orgasm here tonight was certainly an eye opener, it's your brother who will awaken you. Saturday, we're going to set that train in motion. We'll get you birth control, but it will be a bit before it will take effect," I informed her.

She looked around as if checking to see if anyone was eaves dropping on our conversation.

"What if I let him fuck my ass?" she whispered to me with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, baby, you don't want your first to be that way. Remember when I said it would be a special, once in a lifetime event? You don't want to tarnish that. Plus, I know you're in love with Jordan and the love you'll feel when he makes love to you for the first time will be so much better when the sex is pure."

She pulled away and looked at me strangely.

"You cried when I said you wanted Jordan first. You're saving yourself for him. A woman does that for someone she's reserved a permanent place in her heart for. I say permanent because once it happens, it can never be taken away and it won't ever be forgotten. I would have to say that, in this situation, your brother is the best choice for you."

"I guess I have no secrets left," she said, seemingly disappointed.

"Does he know how you feel?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"That's not good, Amy. You should tell him. Going into sex with someone with an expectation they don't share could be harmful at the end. If you talk to him, you can gain the knowledge you need and avert a blow to your emotions," I advised her.

She thought for a moment. Before she was able orate a thought, I spoke.

"Have you felt this way the whole time?" I asked, thinking I knew the answer.

She nodded, "I think so. I think I get emotionally attached to my favorite people, if that makes sense. I say I'm attracted to Michelle, but I don't know if that's a real thing or just my overly emotional attachment."

"I think we can work on that one later. I also think you should talk to your brother. If you like, I can help you do that after we get your birth control. You don't have to tell him you have them, nor reveal that you want to have sex. It can simply be an exploration of emotions," I offered. She smiled and accepted the idea. I returned her smile and gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"I need your help with something right now, though," I told her.

"Of course! I didn't know there was anything I would be able to help you with," she said honestly.

"Well, I don't need the help. It would just be easier if I had some and you're the best person for the job," I informed her.

I got off the bed and offered my hand. She took it and slid off my side of the bed. I enjoyed watching her nude body twist and move without her thinking twice or being shy about her body. She really was the perfect person for my request.

I led her to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub with my feet on the tile floor. I spread my legs and was about to explain the help I needed before she figured out what was happening.

"You want me to help shave you?" she asked.

I nodded, blushing a little at my complete lack of experience. Jeremy never requested me do it, so I never saw a reason to. I kept it trimmed because nobody likes an out of control bush, but that was it.

"Ok, well, first of all, you should probably be in the tub. What I usually do is shave that spot at the same time I shave my legs. Since I'm guessing you've never done it, you'll want to make sure you're moisturizing often or else it might itch. Aloe works well for me."

I took her advice and situated myself on the small stool I kept in the tub for shaving my legs. She turned the water on and filled the tub up to my ankles.

"You'll want a fresh razor so the strip does the job it's supposed to do. I'm sure you know, the more blades, the closer shave you'll get. You noted that mine looks like there's never been hair. That's because of the razor and routine moisturizing," she said as she hopped into the bath.

She took the razor in her hand and used her other hand to push my legs wider apart. She requested I lean back for better access. When I did, she went right to work. She was delicate and precise with her movements. Within no time at all, I was slick as a baby. She began to work on the most delicate areas around the lips and crevices between my legs. As she did, she would routinely wash and rinse me. As she did, I could feel myself getting turned on.

"This little minx," I thought to myself as I noted she began to take extra time rinsing me.

She eventually ditched the sponge she was using in favor of her hand. She purposely would move two fingers across my clit and gently pinch it as she continued to rinse. I stared at her, waiting for her to look up. When she occasionally did, she winked at me. I finally had enough.

"Did you get everything?" I asked, attempting to hide how much my daughter had turned me on.

She inspected me once more and affirmed a job well done.

"Then fuck me," I whispered, still staring at her. She looked up at me and we locked eyes as her fingers worked their way back to my labia and massaged my clit.

"How do you want it, Momma?" she asked, staring intently at me. Her juvenile word for me turned me on even more.

"Suck my clit while you fuck me with your fingers."

"Like this?" she asked, using the wetness that gathered outside my pussy to lubricate her fingers as she pushed them in.

I nodded.

"And you want this tongue on your pussy, Momma?" she asked, barely sticking her tongue out of her lips.

I nodded again, quickly.

She positioned herself between my legs and slowly went in, sucking my clit between her teeth. She looped her tongue around it several times before gently biting down, squeezing my pleasure center.

"How does she know how to do this?" I thought to myself.

She continued to go back and forth between those maneuvers until I announced my orgasm.

"I'm cumming, baby!"

She pushed her fingers deeper inside and moved the ends of her fingers up and down, tickling me inside as she sucked my clit hard. I began to shake on the unsteady chair. I reached the pinnacle of my orgasm when a leg on the chair broke. I didn't immediately recognize what was happening as I was riding the waves of pleasure as they rippled through me.

"Ow! Fuck!" I yelled after my butt slammed down onto the bottom of the tub. I looked around and began to quietly laugh at my own misfortune. Amy was initially startled but joined in my laughter when she realized I wasn't hurt.

"Mom! Are you ok?!" we heard Jordan ask from outside my room.

"Yes, baby, the rickety chair in the tub broke! I'm fine!" I yelled out to him.

"Ok, just making sure!" he started, "Have you seen Amy?"

Amy and I looked at each other with wide eyes.

"She's helping me out with something in here, honey."

"Oh, ok." He said quietly.

I got on my knees and patted Amy's ass.

"Stand up, babe," I said.

She did and I look at her pussy. She had recently shaved but probably could have been smoother.

"Amy, I want to do something for the boys in the morning, ok?" I asked quietly, in case Jordan was listening in.

"Shave if you can and make sure you wear loose pants tomorrow with panties!"

She looked at me strangely and I began to tell her my idea. She covered her mouth with her hand at certain details and when I asked if it was something she wanted to do, she nodded quickly.

"Is that why you wanted to shave?" she asked.

I shot her a devilish smile and nodded.

- 10 -

Dinner that night went as I would have expected. There was talk about our day, but Amy and I remained mum on our activities earlier.

"So, what are we doing Saturday?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm taking Amy out shopping for some stuff, but other than that, not much," I said with a slight shrug of my shoulders.

"I guess Jordan and I can get the yard work done while the ladies are out shopping," he replied.

It was our typical late week conversation as we planned the weekend out. Nothing was brought up about the next day and we never revealed that we even had a plan for the morning. I was tired, despite having a nap. My little horn ball of a daughter didn't seem to like giving me a moment's rest. I was going to have to rebuke any attempt by Jeremy that night, for sure.

We all helped with the dishes and carried on about our usual evening things. Baths, clothes washing, cleaning, etc. was all completed. By late evening, Jeremy and I found ourselves alone. It wasn't unusual that Amy and Jordan weren't around some nights, but these days there was little wonder about what they were likely doing instead. We could have probably casually watched them if we chose.

"Are we moving to an end with anything here?" he asked me as I lay my head in his lap watching TV.

It was another question that we've asked them and each other with either party unwilling or perhaps even unable to answer.

"I know what you're talking about, but can you be more specific?" I asked.

"Well, things have happened, and tonight is a perfect example of how we go on about our lives as if nothing has happened at all," he said with a little frustration.

He was running his fingers through my hair as he continued.

"It can't be a 24-hour orgy around here, though, right?" I asked without looking at him.

"Well, no, but it seems like we're running blind here. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're getting yourself a lot of action while I'm getting what may be considered leftovers. I know that's not the what's happening here. I just want to know if there is a plan moving forward."

I hid my smile before turning on my back to look at him.

"Is someone jealous?" I asked, reaching my hand up and pinching his cheek.

"Not at all, babe. I like seeing you so happy lately, albeit also a little confused but I cannot possibly blame anyone for being unsure here. I know you're exploring and tending to the needs of our children as they..." he said before I interrupted him.

"Amy is in love with Jordan," I quickly blurted out. I nearly regretted it as soon as I said it.

That stunned him. He looked at me, then casually around the room. No doubt he was attempting to make sense of what I just said.

"Like... IN love? Like us?"

I nodded as he kept petting my hair without interruption.

"Wow," he said, searching for something to say, "I guess that would explain some things."

"We had a long talk today. She said she gets very attached to people close to her. She thinks she has feelings for her friend Michelle, but I'm not sure if she actually does or if she's attached to her."

"And that explains a lot more. Jordan talked to me the other day while you and Amy were in our room."

I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

"Do you want the long or the short of it?"

"Tell me what you want to tell me," I said, curious what my son was concerned about.

"Ok, well, first of all, he told me he really enjoyed his blowjob he got from you," he started with a smile. "I'll admit, I liked that it happened, too. He said he noticed you spend a lot of time with Amy. I told him that there was a good reason for that. I don't think I lied. I said it could be that you were waiting for another request from him. I told him it could also be that you're planning something else for him, especially since we've changed the rules lately."

I nodded in agreement.

"He asked me if he would ever be able to have sex with you," he said as he looked down, searching for an answer in my eyes. I provided none.

"That's why I'm asking, Melissa. That's a question on more minds than his. You can tell me if anything I'm saying is wrong. You and Amy have been as intimate as two women can be," he stated.

I nodded.

"And based on information we've shared tonight, Amy plans on having sex with him."

I nodded again.

"You want to have sex with Jordan."

"Yes," I said.

"Conversely, he wants to have sex with you."

"It would seem," I said smiling. The thought right then of him taking me the way he almost took Amy lingered in my mind.

"Here's where I go out on a limb. Amy wants to have sex with me?" he stated unsurely.

"I think so," I responded.

"Can you tell me more?" he asked.

"She's a bit of a mess, Jeremy. She wants Jordan. She wants you. She wants me. Her focus was on me, but she did things to let you two know that you weren't forgotten. Now, her focus is on Jordan. She wants to be his first and him to be hers. Like I said, she's in love with him. I've addressed that today."

I stared at him before continuing.

"I'm taking her on Saturday to get birth control, Jeremy. Am I doing the wrong thing?"

"No," he stated bluntly and confidently, "If you weren't going to, I was. I guess I'll take Jeremy to get some condoms."

I couldn't help but smile at how in sync we seemed to always be about this situation.

"So, you didn't make a statement I was expecting you to make," I said, also confidently.

"I want to have sex with Amy," he said.

I instantly reached up and pulled him down into a deep kiss. Everything was out in the open between us, but I wanted to have some fun with my children.

"I'm glad we got that all out in the open. I'd like to keep them in the dark a little. Their time will come, and so will yours. If you promise you can keep your hands off me tonight, I'll make it up to you in the morning, will that be ok?" I asked, looking up at him.

He smiled and nodded. I pinched his leg in appreciation of him being honest about his feelings and for also respecting the space I needed. We continued watching TV until bed and unceremoniously went about our bedtime routine. I was looking forward to the morning.

Dreams were absent from me all night and I woke up refreshed the next morning. I woke up before Jeremy and I quickly moved out of the room without waking him. I padded over to Amy's room and looked in to see her just getting out of bed.

"Do you remember what we're doing this morning?" I asked in a loud whisper.

She quickly ran over to the door.

"Yeah! I fell asleep unexpectedly last night so now I have to find the right things to wear this morning!"

I smiled and nodded at her approvingly, "Be at the door in about 30 minutes!"

She smiled and bounded away. The boys were about to understand that they have not been forgotten. I went back to my room where Jeremy was just waking up. I went to his side of the bed and kissed him before heading to the bathroom to get ready for work. I only had 30 minutes since I knew it wouldn't take the boys that long to get ready. I brushed my teeth and straightened my hair. I packed up my makeup and other things I normally use in the morning and went out to have my morning coffee.

It wasn't long before Amy came out to join me. She was heading to the gym that morning and wore spandex. I had a stretchy set of jeans on that was permitted for work since we typically did "jean Fridays."

"You ready?" I asked with a wink.

She giggled, "Yes, I've been looking forward to it!"

"Sh!" I said quickly as I heard Jordan come out.

I waved at my son as he walked into the kitchen to get a quick breakfast. "Are you leaving right now?"

"As soon as I get my breakfast, yeah," he said, looking a little suspicious. I didn't blame him because I typically never asked questions I already knew the answer to. At least not ones in innocent circumstance. Innocent. We're far from that at this point.

I breathed a sigh of relief as Jeremy walked in. As he walked past me, he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.

"Are you making it up to me this morning or will I be getting texts all day long that will be driving me crazy?"

He didn't give me a chance to respond, but when I looked at him, he had a shit eating grin on his face, and I knew he would have been ok with either of those situations. He grabbed his water bottle from the fridge as per his normal routine and was about to head to the door.

"I don't think so, mister!" I said, stopping him in his tracks. As I did, Amy began to move towards me, and I called Jordan over.

"Jordan, I need you to come over here, if you don't mind."

He turned and looked at his dad, then me, then Amy as she made her way over. The look of confusion on his face was priceless, especially since there was no evidence that he was anticipating anything. That alone I found odd considering he was probably as much a horn ball as his sister.

When the boys were standing in front of me, I positioned myself in front of Jordan and Amy made her way next to me, in front of her father. I looked at her and we both sank to our knees. It was like we had a dress rehearsal of this moment. We unbuttoned their pants and pulled them down at the same time. The boys looked at each other in astonishment and then down at us. They made no move to intervene or even say anything.

Amy had her father's cock out first with me having Jordan's out shortly after. We both began to stroke their cocks.

"Before you cum, let us know. We have something special planned for you," I said, looking up at Jordan. It must have turned him on so much to see his mother on her knees on the floor in front of him about to put his cock in her mouth.

"That goes for you too, Dad," Amy said.

We both went to work on their cocks. Amy immediately put as much into her mouth as she could, nearly choking herself. I took my time on the tip of Jordan's cock, getting it sloppy wet. I cupped Jordan's balls in one hand and began to bob my head up and down his cock. My other hand followed my lips.

Amy took several seconds to shove as much of her father's cock into her throat as she could before releasing it and exhaling deeply. I could see several lines of spit linking her mouth to his thick rod. As she caught her breath, her hand flew up and down his cock.

"Do you like that, Daddy?" she asked.

His hand was running through her hair.

"Hell yes!" he said in a heavy whisper.

She smiled up at him before going back to sucking his cock. She was gentler this time, mimicking my movements a bit more than she was before. I looked up at Jordan and he had tossed his head back and his hands were moving to my head. His fingers ran deep through my hair before one snatched up and fist full of hair. It was a small show of his ability to dominate. I imagined him cumming in my mouth then pushing me down, ripping my pants off and shoving his still hard cock in my pussy. I wanted him so bad, but I needed to wait until their big day was done. Imagining it, though, intensified my efforts.

"Do you like my mouth on your cock, baby?" I asked, stroking the length of his cock and gently massaging his balls.

"Oh my god, yes, Mom!" he said, raising his head, looking down at me.

"How about you, Honey? Is your daughter as good as me?" I asked, looking up at my husband.

"No way!" he said, "She needs to keep practicing on me!"

Amy looked up, smiling with his cock still in her mouth. We both continued to work our magic on their cocks. Jordan was the first to say something.

"Mom, I'm going to cum soon!" he gasped loudly.

I stood up quickly and he looked disappointed, but I leaned in and whispered to him.

"Cum in my panties, Jordan. I want to wear your seed right next to my pussy."

His eyes were opened wide when I moved away from him. I smiled and pulled my pants and panties down, opening the front, exposing the crotch of my panties for him to shoot into. As I held in open my pants for him with one hand, I began to stroke him with the other. It was like he couldn't speak he was so overwhelmed.

I shifted my eyes over to Jeremy and he had his eyes on my clean shaved pussy. He waited for Jordan to shoot his load into my panties. He made it clear he would cum before that.

"Amy!" he only said. She quickly got into the same position as I was in. Both the boys groaned as their first jet of cum left their cocks. Jordan's first spurt landed just above my clit, so I pointed his cock slightly lower and he shot the rest of his load into my panties.

I watched Jeremy finished dumping his load into Amy's panties. It was a lot of cum. My concern would that it would leak through her spandex, if anyone's looking there, they really aught not to ask what it was to save the embarrassment of being asking why they were looking. I held the same argument for myself. Jordan's load wasn't exactly small, either.

When the boys were done, we executed the final part of our plan. We both kissed our fella on the cheek and walked out the front door together. We got into the car and nearly burst into laughter, thinking of the look on their faces. Amy wanted to sit and wait for them to come out to see the look on their faces, but I told Amy we should wait and see what they say when they've had all day to think about it.

"Maybe we'll get some interesting texts!" I said excitedly.

"That would be so hot! Can you take a video of me doing something?" she asked as we started to drive away.

"Of course! What did you have in mind? Depending on what it is will depend on where I leave you at the gym."

"I want to dip my finger down my pants and get it wet and put it in my mouth, not saying a word," she said.

"Oh! I like that idea. We can drive them crazy instead of waiting for them to start!"

She nodded quickly.

The gym was about five miles away but took about ten minutes with traffic. I was focused on driving until I realized how quiet Amy was being. When I looked over, she was slumped in her seat with her hand in her panties. I could tell she was rubbing her clit.

"Couldn't wait, honey?" I asked, trying to focus on the road.

"This is so hot, Mom, having Dad's cum on my pussy," she said as she breathed heavily.

I looked over again at her and had gathered some of her father's cum on her finger and was bringing it to her mouth. She swapped hands inside her pants as she dipped her cum-coated finger into her mouth. She groaned as she tasted her father's cum for the first time.

When he removed her finger from her mouth, she rested it on my leg and began to slowly move it back and forth between my knee and my inner thigh. I waited to see how far she intended to take this. She continued to rub herself and as time trickled on, the hand on my leg continued to move up farther and farther, going further and further between my legs. I opened them slightly for her but could not accommodate her completely.

"Give me two minutes, Amy," I said, as I pulled into the strip mall that contained the parking lot for the gym. My eyes darted around looking for a sufficient parking spot that would allow us to take care of our needs. There was a spot in the middle of the lot that had a few cars around. I pulled in, quickly threw the shifter into the park position and lifted my ass, pushing my pants and soaked panties down my legs to my knees.

Her hand immediately went to my clit and began to rub. My hand went between her legs as she also pushed her pants down to her knees. I was looking at her as I masturbated her and soon, she turned to look at me. We stared into each other's eyes as we both quickly built to orgasm. The events at the house clearly worked us both up enough that mutual masturbation would be near effortless.

What Amy didn't know was that what worked me up was thinking of the day Jordan comes out of his shell and dominates me. As Amy's finger worked my pussy, I thought of him forcing my legs open and kneeling between them, pushing his cock in my pussy. His hands were pushing on the inside of my thighs as his hips pushed his cock in and out of me. He would lean down and suck one nipple into his mouth, then move to the other. When that position bored him, he released my legs and put his hands on my hips, pulling me on and off him, moving me instead of burdening himself. I was his rag doll and he did what we wanted to me. I wanted it.

Just as the thought entered my mind, I began to cum.

"Finger my pussy, baby!" I said, needing her to enter me.

Her finger went lower and pushed inside me.

"Fuck me, too, Momma!" she said as she felt the warmth of my vagina surround her finger.

I did the same to her as she was doing to me and we were soon cumming together. She extended her legs as far as she could, and I could feel her legs shake on my arm.

"I feel your legs shaking, Mom," Amy said to me just as I felt hers, "Cum all over my hand, I want your juices on my hand to join Daddy's cum."

That was it. My daughter describing the combination of her parents' juices on their daughter's hand pushed my body over the top and I did just as she asked. The walls of my pusy clenched onto her finger as my orgasm ripped through me. I shimmied around in my seat as I felt Amy's orgasm begin to take over her body.

When it was all over, we both rested on the backs of our seats, recovering.

"Mom, can you take a picture of my hand?" she asked. I looked over and she scooped up a small amount of Jeremy's cum and mixed it with my wetness.

I snatched my phone out of my purse near the center console and took the picture of her hand.

"Do you mind if I send it?" I asked, "I'll add a nice caption."

She smiled and said it was ok.

I opened the conversation on my phone with Jeremy and added the picture with the caption "Your daughter had her finger in my pussy on the way to the gym. This is a mixture of our juices together."

I sent it and we restored our clothing to their original places. Just as Amy was getting out to go to the gym, my phone buzzed.

"I can't wait to fuck our daughter!"

"Amy!" I said as she was about to close the door.

She re-opened it and stuck her head in. I showed her the conversation and watched as her eyes read his words. When she was done, she smiled like a giddy child, blew me a kiss and closed the door. I watched her almost skip her way to the gym.

- 11 -

I left the gym parking lot feeling a little ashamed about my thoughts. I enjoyed being with Amy in this new way, but I my desire for Jordan was taking over me. I comforted myself a little by at least knowing that my recent trysts with Amy wasn't turning me into a lesbian. I liked dick. I liked Jordan's dick and I wanted it inside me.

I convinced myself that I was just fine with waiting until Amy and Jordan could be together without risk. That I would have my fare share of my son as soon as I could after. There was no plan yet on when or how it would take place, but I knew I couldn't wait until the next day when I could take Amy to the local clinic. Typically, you would need an appointment but for birth control, they would take walk-ins on a first come, first served basis. I had researched this so I could make an appointment ahead of time.

I spent most of the day pushing down my innermost thoughts that began suggesting things I knew I didn't want to do. I would daydream about waiting for the first opportunity that Amy and her father weren't home and jumping Jordan's bones while they were gone. Some thoughts would have me on my hands and knees while he drilled his cock in and out of my ass. My pussy moistened at that thought, despite not ever having tried it.

I analyzed my thoughts all day and came to a horrible conclusion. I was thinking about hiding my overpowering desire for something so I could enjoy it when I wasn't supposed to. I was beginning to think I had an addiction that I could only satisfy behind others' backs. This was not good. Even worse, I went into this whole thing with the love of my children in mind. If I did that to Amy, the beautifully created quilt that was the fabric of our lives would be ripped to shreds. She would never forgive me.

"Tomorrow. We will go tomorrow, and we will get her what she needs. I will talk to her and I will tell her I'm having trouble resisting these urges. She can help me with them until it's my turn," I said, reassuring myself.

I went to my desk and retrieved my phone from the drawer and hastily typed Amy a message.

"I can understand why you're looking forward to having Jordan."

I hit send before I began to overthink the implications of what I had said.

"Why's that?" she responded.

"It was a thrill sucking his cock this morning, but while doing so I could only think about that time I watched both of you while your dad was fucking me in the hall. When he pushed you down, forced your legs open? For a moment, I thought he was going to go for gold and fuck you. It was HOT!"

There was a pause where I didn't even see the reply dots going. I started to worry that I stepped over my bounds and was in the middle of an internal crisis when she replied.

"Right?! I kind of want to go home and jump on Dad's cock, but I I've been waiting for Jordan. Are we still going tomorrow?" she asked.

I was relieved she felt the same way I did but didn't feel completely off the hook for having the thoughts I had. I felt like I was fighting a monster inside me.

"I know you're waiting for Jordan so yes; we are definitely going tomorrow. You'll have to tell me everything that happens when it finally does because I'm looking forward to my turn with him," I admitted.

Again, I waited impatiently for her reply. As I stared at the phone, by boss needed something from the file room.

"Damnit!" I thought to myself.

I put the phone back into my drawer and went to retrieve the file he asked for. About thirty minutes went by when I was finally able to see what she replied. My heart sank when there was no reply. The message was read by there was no reply. I began to panic.

"Amy?" I sent, hoping she was busy and didn't have time to respond to my every nervous statement.

I waited and finally saw the dots. This was exciting and debilitating all at the same time. I didn't know how much more of this I could take before something had to happen to straighten me out again.

The only reply I got was the grinning devil emoji. I responded the only way that made sense. A halo topped happy face. Immediately after I sent that, she sent another message.

"Mom, would you want to join us our first time? Maybe make it a little threesome?"

"Damnit, Amy! Stop tempting me!" I thought to myself.

"Don't ask me that. I'm struggling, Amy. I need you to have Jordan. I need it to be special for you. I need you to stop offering him to me."

I couldn't take it anymore. I went to my boss and told him I wasn't feeling well, and I left work early. Something had to be done. I got in my car without even paying attention to my phone and got lost in my thoughts on my way home. The trip flashed before my eyes and the next thing I knew; I was home with little memory of how I got from point A to B.

I was breathing heavily, almost in an uncontrollable state. I calmed myself with deep breaths and got my phone out of my purse. I saw Amy had replied, but immediately went to my web browser and trusted Google to provide me with a reputable sex therapist as far away as would be reasonable. I knew it would not help immediately but I would at least be able to talk about it.

I picked a female name, hoping they would be more sympathetic to my situation and hit the "Call" link. I spent some time talking to the receptionist, answering her questions. She was determining if my concerns matched their capabilities. While I wasn't direct about what the problem was, I told as much as I needed for them to agree to see me.

"The first appointment we have is two weeks from today at 4:00 PM. Would that be ok?" the receptionist asked.

I sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't have anything else. I could call you on short notice if something opens up?" she said apologetically.

"No, the appointment is fine. It's not dire ... yet."

"Ok, you're all set! We'll see you in two weeks!" she said in her perky voice.

I ended the call and navigated to Amy's conversation.

"Mom, I know what you mean, but I promise it's ok."

She wasn't getting it and I was coming up short of things to say to her that would make her understand.

"Amy, one day when you have a husband... or even if you don't. Even if you're an old lady sitting in her rocker, thinking about your best days, you'll want to remember your first time and know it was special."

"Mom, are you sitting in the driveway?" she responded.

I snapped my head up and looked across all the windows on the front of the house. She was looking out at me through her bedroom window.

I locked my phone, put it in my purse and headed into the house. I slammed the door after I entered the house and immediately made my way down the hall. I stopped in front of Amy's room and looked inside. She immediately recognized how upset I was and began to walk to me in a hurry.

"Don't. Don't say anything to me," I said sternly.

I held my hand out for her to take. She did immediately and followed where I led her. We got to my room and I brought her into the bathroom and turned her around. She looked at me confused but honored my wish for her not say anything. I took hold of the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it up. She immediately raised her arms. As I raised her shirt, I noted she wasn't wearing a bra. I ignored it as best I could and threw her shirt into the bedroom.

She put her arms down and waited briefly for my next move. I got on my knees and slid her pants and panties down her legs. It wasn't seductive like before or what could have been in a different scenario, it was necessity. She was naked standing in front of me, clueless as to what was happening. I faced the shower and turned both knobs until the water was hot. I flipped the lever, activating the shower and began to undress.

Once we were both naked and the shower temperature was where I needed it to be, I took her hand without offering mine and brought her into the shower with me. At this point, she looked as upset as me. When the were both in the shower, I pulled her to me and squeezed her tight. The shower water hit both our heads when she finally spoke.

"Mom, what's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking.

I didn't know how to answer her question. Did I tell her again that I wanted Jordan so bad that I was willing to do almost anything for it? Or did I tell her that the rat's nest of faulty wiring in my head was driving me insane? I squeezed her tighter against me.

"Amy, I'm going to see a therapist."

There was no immediate response as her chin continued to rest on my shoulder.

"How come?" she asked quietly, "Is it because of Jordan and I?"

"No," I immediately replied, "It's about what I've turned into."

"What did you turn into, Mom?"

"Baby, your father and I had a decent sex life. Decent enough that I never thought about straying. Then all of this happened. I should have either dealt with it like a normal mother by putting a stop to it and moving on or at the very least, not offering up myself to your brother under any circumstance."

"Mom," she started, but I interrupted her.

"Shh. Baby, please. Since that moment, my desires have changed, I want more than I ever wanted and my mind is suggesting I do things that, while you don't think will affect you, I know it absolutely will and you have to believe me."

"I believe you, Mom," she said, her voice indicating she was highly upset.

"You and Jordan are not to blame. Something has triggered inside my head now I want things that I shouldn't want. That wouldn't be a problem, in our situation, but the urges are a getting stronger and I don't want to hurt you."

"I want to fix this right now, Mom," she whispered quietly.

"How do you propose to do that?" I whispered back, staring at the shower wall.

There was a long pause.

"I know what I want, Mom, and I know I will enjoy what's about to happen. I know that because and much as you love me and care about my feelings, the same is true for us about you."

She waited to see if I would protest whatever she was about to do. I didn't.

She put her hands over my ears. At first, I thought she was trying to hide what she was about to say. It turned out she was only trying to not startle me.

"JORDAN!" she yelled.

I pulled away from her and looked at her in a panic. Jordan had not seen me completely nude before and I didn't know what she had planned.

"Baby, what are you doing? I can't be his first!" I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"You're not going to be his first, Momma, I am. I decided that now is the time. You're holding me here in the shower and I feel closer to you now than I ever have. It's a moment no other girl in the world will ever be able to say they enjoyed."

A tear fell down my face as a smile crept across my lips. My baby girl had a way with words. I wasn't going to deny her this thing that she wants.

Just as she finished speaking, Jordan arrived in the bedroom.

"In here!" she said, inviting him to us.

He walked around the corner and stopped suddenly in shock of what met his eyes. He may have suspected his sister to be there waiting for him, but the two of us together was likely out of the realm of possibility for him. Fantasy, perhaps, but nothing that would come to him like this. I watched his eyes roam over both our bodies; from my tits to hers, her ass to my hairless pussy. His eyes went all the way from our feet to our heads before anyone said a word.

"What are you thinking, Jordan?" Amy asked nervously.

"It's hard to think about anything when I have the two of you standing there, looking like two models in a magazine with water running over your bodies."

Amy giggled and I smiled at the compliment. An awkward pause followed. I looked at Jordan, then to Amy for action since I didn't know what the intention was. I had an idea, but this was something a little too delicate for me to get wrong. I nudged Amy to make the next move.

"Why don't you join us?" she said, winking at him.

He looked immediately at me for approval. I nodded lightly and he began to take his clothes off. He was slow at first to remove his shirt, but once that was done, he stumbled with his belt and quickly ditched the rest of his clothes. Once naked, I looked him over the same as he did me. He wasn't a heavy kid, but he also wasn't a stick figure, either. If he worked out, he could certainly take on an Adonis like form.

Amy signaled for him to come in and stand behind her. He did and it warmed my heart when he wrapped his hands around her and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"What's happening here?" he whispered to Amy.

She turned her head and whispered, "I want you to have sex with me. I love you and I want you to be my first. Are you ok with that?" she asked, her eyes open wider than usual, looking as much into his as she could.

He didn't have to respond, his body did it for him.

"Oh!" Amy said, startled, "I see you are ok with that," she added as she reached between them and stroked his cock, getting it harder.

She turned and looked at me, "As soon as I asked, I felt him get harder between my legs."

I smiled softly at her.

Jordan leaned in and kissed Amy's lips, turning her head with one hand and working his cock with the other. I leaned against the shower wall and watched them commit their bodies to each other and to another person for the first time. Jordan attempted to push inside her, but she quickly stopped him.

"That's my ass, Jordan!" she said, laughing with him.

"Oops! Sorry!" he said, joining her giggles.

She leaned forward slightly, putting her hand between her legs and guiding him inside her for the first time.

"You're right there, Jordan. I'm wet, but please be gentle with me. I've not even had a vibrator there. You're the first anything to be inside me," she said, turning to look at him. She kept her hand there to guide him and stop him if he attempts to be too rough.

His hands went to her hips as he slowly began to make small movements in and out.

"Oh, god, he's just inside me, Mom!" she said as she turned to look at me.

I approached her and rubbed her back and Jordan continued to slowly work his cock into his sister's pussy. Amy moaned and groaned as he went in inch by inch.

"He's filling me up... so big!"

"Feels amazing, doesn't it?" I asked, rubbing her back still with one hand, and fondling one of her tits with the other.

"I'm waiting for him to start fucking me..." she said, exhaling only.

Just then, Jordan began with pull nearly the entire length out of her pussy. Amy's eyes were closed as she relished in the sensation of a cock pushing in and now pulling out of her. He pushed in slowly and again back out slowly. I watched both my children as they worked for each other's and their own sexual pleasure. Jordan's eyes were focused down, watching his cock go in and out of Amy's pussy.

I decided to help Amy out a little, since her brother would likely cum sooner than her and I wanted to see them cum together. I wanted Amy to know that feeling. I pushed her upper body so she was standing a little straighter and the hand that was massaging her breast was traveling down to her pussy. Amy's hand was traveling to mine at the same time.

"I want you to cum when he does," I whispered to her. Jordan was still busy being impressed with what was happening that he didn't hear me.

I rubber her clit in small circles and began to talk dirty to her.

"How does his cock feel baby? Can you feel the head plunging in and out of your pussy?" I said loud enough for Jordan to hear. His eyes moved up to meet mine.

"Can you feel his balls slapping against your clit?" I said, hoping Jordan would recognize my suggestion.

He immediately sped up. Amy's breathing became erratic. Her noises became rhythmic to his strokes. Her eyes were still closed tight.

"I can feel it now, Momma. He's so big inside me! I'm going to cum soon!" she said suddenly.

I could also feel his balls slapping against my finger as I rubbed her clit.

Out of nowhere, Jordan announced his own pending orgasm. Looking back, I had not considered the concept of him not cumming inside her and in my aroused state, I didn't address it. I let everything happen as it would ... naturally, one might say.

Amy's body began to convulse as her orgasm took control of her actions. I released my finger from her as Jordan's pounding of his cock in and out of her became swift and hard. Amy put her hands on her knees, supporting herself as Jordan gripped her hips harder. Amy took control.

"Cum inside me, Jordan, I want to feel your cum swimming around in my pussy!" she said, breathing heavily still.

That was the trigger Jordan needed. He pushed all the way inside his sister and stayed there. I imagined being able to watch the base of his cock pulsate and it pumped his sperm from his balls into his sister's womb. I jammed two fingers into my own cunt so I could cum with them. Thinking of his cock pulsating inside her drove me over the edge and my pussy gripped my fingers as I joined my children in bliss.

It was almost a collective trip to the height of our individual orgasms, like we were at the crest, feeling another person's sexual arousal at its uppermost limits. It was and intense and unique feeling I've never enjoyed before.

Jordan grunted as he finished depositing the rest of his semen inside his sister. Amy and I came down nearly together.

"I can feel your cum inside me, Jordan!" she said as she stood up straight, allowing Jordan's cock to slide out of her pussy.

"...and now I feel emptier than I did. It's a strange feeling." She added.

With nothing additional said, she turned around, got on her knees and put Jordan's still hard cock in her mouth. She used her hand with her lips and cleaned him off. After a few trips up and down his cock, she stood up, turned around and pulled me into a deep kiss. I could taste hints of her juices and his cum. I was delirious with lust.

When Amy released me, there was another awkward silence.

"Does this mean we can do this when we want now?" Jordan asked, clearly requesting permission from me to pursue his sister more than was permissible before.

I snapped into Mom mode.

"Let's be clear, this should not have happened today. The mood got the better of us all and if that wasn't enough, you should not have cum inside her, despite her request for you to. Now, we have to get Plan B tomorrow as well as birth control. Your dad will be getting you condoms."

I was proud of my motherly stance on what just happened until a curve ball was thrown at me.

"Can we have sex if I wear a condom?" he said broadly.

"Well, it's a much smaller risk, but I guess so. It will take time for her birth control to be fully effective, though," I said, misreading his question.

He has a strange look on his face, and it took me a moment before I realized that I was the subject of his question. I looked at him in a different light, wildly turned on that he just spent his load in his sister and immediately wanted to know when him and I would have sex, but also curious about Amy's feelings.

"You want to fuck me, baby?" I said, adding a mild seductive tone to my voice as I slid past Amy, looking at her the whole time.

She looked at me wide eyed with a large smile on her face. I've said it many times, but my daughter was quite the little minx!

Jordan nodded with a look on his face that I'd not seen before. I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it until it was hard again.

"You want this hard cock in my pussy, baby?" I asked in a low husky voice.

He nodded as he watched my hand work.

A million thoughts ran through my head as I turned to Amy.

"Would you like to fuck your father?" I asked in the same tone.

She also nodded.

I allowed a bit of silence before I announced my idea.

"Why don't we all get a shower and get cleaned up. We'll do some housework, getting everything ready for the weekend, but we'll do it in the nude."

I outlined my plan for the evening and reached past Jordan to the shampoo on the ledge and began the long process of getting the three of us cleaned up and ready to go. Jordan was done first since Amy and I needed to refresh our shaves for the evening. He left the shower, dried off and went about starting his chores.

As soon as he left, Amy and I exchanged wide-eyed looks and started to yap at each other like gossiping schoolgirls. There was never a time I felt closer to my daughter.

- 12 -

Amy and I finished getting ready for the evening and stepped out into the living room to find Jordan hurriedly getting the housework done. He was dusting the living room with the vacuum standing by to complete once he was done dusting. Amy and I looked at each other impressed and went into the kitchen.

I walked to the sink as Amy began to pick things up and put them where they went. I didn't see Jordan walk into the kitchen. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around me and pushed his half-hard cock between my ass cheeks. I jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow as I turned around, grinning at him.

"Baby, you need to wait. You can put your cock inside me soon. Let's get cleaned up first, ok?" I said, raising my eyebrows in question.

He looked disappointed but accepting of my case for waiting.

"Can I fuck Amy for a little bit?" he asked. I'd created a monster.

I looked over at Amy and she was looking at me, observing my reaction to his question. I sighed deeply and waved a dismissal hand at them both.

I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but my curiosity got the best of me, so I looked over my shoulder to see what was happening. Jordan had bent her over the table and was already inside her, moving slowly in and out of her. I fought the urge to join them and watch my children copulate, but the concept was still so new in my mind and it drove me insane thinking about it, let alone knowing it was happening right behind me.

I moved over to them and positioned myself into a new vantage point. Amy's tits were pressed against the table as she offered herself completely to her brother. I smacked her butt playfully.

"You just can't get enough of his cock, can you, baby?" I asked Amy.

"I know why so many of my friends lost their virginity earlier than me. This feels amazing!" she said, looking back at Jordan.

I stood up and pressed myself against Jordan.

"Do not cum!" I said sternly in his ear, "It's my turn to feel that cum filling me up!"

He turned and looked at me.

"You're going to fill Mommy's pussy with your cum, aren't you?" I said, sticking my bottom lip out in a fake pout.

He leaned over to kiss me and pushed his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. Our tongues danced with each other. I wanted to fuck him so bad.

"How will you fuck me later, Jordan? Will you force my legs open? Will you take me despite any objection I have? Will you slam into me like you're doing to your sister right now?"

He picked up the pace of his cock moving in and out of his sister.

"You're going to sit on me, Mom. I'm going to tell you what to do, and you're going to do it," he said in a manner that made me instantly wet.

"Tell me what to do, Jordan."

He pulled out of Amy and guided to the floor. I noticed that he was loving and gentle with his sister, but he was forceful and overbearing with me. Maybe because I asked for it or because a role reversal from his youth was a powerful thing to him in his mind.

Amy lay on her stomach and he got between her legs, thrusting his cock into her pussy.

"Mom sit on your butt in front of Amy and open your legs. Amy, take care of Mom while I take care of you."

It was odd that Jordan wasn't using the language that I was using. Like a part of his shy self was still involved in his primal behavior. I didn't focus on that so much as I did understanding his intent. He wanted Amy to eat me out while he fucked her. I got into that position and his face told me I was doing exactly as he wanted.

"Remember, baby, I want your cum when it's time," I reminded him.

"I know, Mom, I just enjoy making love to Amy," he said.

My heart melted a little. Those short words told me he was as much in love with her as she was with him. Amy was licking my slit up and down, but I couldn't help but think of the concept of them getting married somewhere, having children and living a beautiful life. No matter what happened, I knew this initial obsession with everyone fucking everyone would end and it would become casual, like a marriage, but the love involved in all of it is a magic no other family knows.

I was caught up in the moment.

"Do you feel like you want to cum, baby?" I asked, my own breathing becoming labored.

He nodded as he continued to pump his cock in and out of Amy.

"Do it," I plainly said.

Amy looked up at me with a grin I couldn't quite place.

"Cum inside me again, Jordan. Plant your baby inside me!" Amy said loudly.

"OH FUCK!" I yelled as my orgasm hit me out of nowhere.

Amy pushed a couple fingers inside me as soon as she realized I was cumming. Her words sent everyone into overdrive. Jordan pushed deep inside her and spent his seed once again. Amy came as soon as she felt his cum traveling up her womb. It took minutes for us all to recover and for me to come to my senses.

"Damnit, Amy!" I said, mildly irate, "What if you get pregnant?"

"I'm sorry, Mom! It's all just so hot and confusing when I'm turned on that I say things I don't exactly mean!"

I took note of her word choice. I thought it might have been the case when she said it before, but now she said it in the moment that counted, and I was a little concerned. At the same time, the idea turned me on. I would never have said that to anyone else, though.

I stood up and told my children to go get cleaned up. As they left, I pulled Jordan aside.

"Will you still be able to perform in a couple hours?" I asked.

He looked at me like I just asked the silliest thing.

"Mom, I'm on some kind of wild ride that I don't want to get off. Don't worry about that. I do want to apologize for using harsh language with you," he added, looking down.

I pushed his head back up with a finger under his chin, "Don't apologize to me. We're certainly in a different situation than most, but we're in it together. We're in this together as intimate partners now. You've seen more of me than a vast majority of other sons. Before tonight is over, we will have broken that last barrier. With all that known, do you think I care if you use language other sons would not say to their mom?"

"No, I guess not," he said. He smiled a little, straightened his form and thanked me for being understanding. How could I not be understanding at this point? Someone could have dropped a bomb on the house, and I would have figured out a way to be understanding about it. He went to turn and walk away, but there was one more thing I wanted to say to him.

"Jordan," I said, tapping him on the back of his shoulder. He turned to look at me.

"While I expect some language to be present at times, I would like it if you didn't call me names in the heat of the moment."

He looked upset for a moment and I realized I didn't say that properly.

"Don't worry! You didn't do it. I just know that people can get caught up in the moment. I would become upset if you called me something like 'slut' or 'whore' or something else along those lines."

He came to me and hugged me.

"I've never called Amy those things, Mom, so you can be sure you'll never hear that stuff come out of my mouth."

His word choice made it sound like he put me above his sister. I began to overanalyze his words when I felt his cock begin to rise between my legs. The stiffening rod pressed against my inner thigh and rose slowly, making a thin trail of precum as it did. I felt his dick pushed against my pussy lips, attempting to rise higher.

"What kind of effort would it take to tire this boy out?" I thought to myself, thinking he would need those couple hours before he was ready again.

I put my chin on his shoulder and began to tease him with whispers.

"Do you want me, Jordan?"

"Yes," he responded in a barely audible whisper.

"You want to slip inside your mother and fuck her right here in the bathroom, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"I can feel your dick pressing against me, trying to push inside. I want you to fuck me," I said, inviting him to take me in any manner he was comfortable with.

In that moment, I first began to wonder what occurred to me in the last few days that, while I asked him to not call me a whore, I felt like one. Whore wasn't the word I wanted to use. Nymphomaniac. I couldn't imagine the few days' worth of events would have left me feeling that way. Regardless, there I was. It was certainly a topic to disclose when I see the therapist.

"Sit on the sink, Mom," he said.

I looked to my right before moving that direction and plopping myself up on the sink. I knew his intentions. I opened my legs wide for him and reach out to pull him to me. He swung his body around and move into me. I wrapped my hand around his dick and guided him inside me as he moved. There didn't need to be buildup or ceremony about it. I wanted my son inside me, past fantasies be damned.

We both moaned loudly as we became one for the first time. His hands rested on the top of my ass cheeks and he slowly made love to me. I would not have called it fucking since he was slow, methodical and most importantly, looking into my eyes as he did. I wanted to cry.

"Baby, what are you thinking?" I asked, my words trembling.

Before he could answer, Amy came prancing in.

"I forgot to get my..." she started to say before entering and see us.

"Oh!" she said, covering her mouth. I could tell she was smiling.

I looked over at her and examined every emotion on her face. There was nothing negative about her expression. It was another confusing twist in our story. One that attempted to negate the things I knew about human sexual behavior.

She moved behind Jordan and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I guess we couldn't wait," she said, looking around him at me. "How does he feel, Mom?"

"I love it! I thought I wanted this to happen a whole different way, but now that I have this, I'm perfectly content." As soon as the words came out, I realized what I just said. My face must have displayed the realization as well.

"Do you see now how we got to this point?" she asked, knowing that is just dawned on me.

I looked up to Jordan and a tear fell from my eye. Amy reached over and wiped it off.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Jordan asked.

I shook my head, unable to tell him the impact of realizing the founding of their sexual bond. I wiped an additional tear away from my eye when Jordan stopped moving inside me.

"Don't stop, baby, I'm enjoying this!" I said.

He began again while Amy simply leaned on the counter next to us and watched. After a few moments, she made like she was about to hop up on the counter next to me.

"Before you join us, honey, could you go get my phone? I think I left it on my dresser."

She nodded and padded into the room and came immediately back with my phone in hand.

"Now hop up here, I want you to take a picture of this," I said, pointing between my legs.

"Are you going to send it to Dad?" Amy asked as she opened the camera app and struggled for the right angle. The picture took and she turned the phone at various angles and snapped a few more.

"Yes, he will certainly not be expecting us to have come so far, no pun intended," I added as a quick laugh escaped my lips.

She lifted herself onto the counter and began to show me and Jordan her work. I pointed to a couple I liked, and she handed me the phone.

"Go ahead and type what I say, ok?" I asked, wanting to focus on Jordan.

"What do you think I should say, Jordan?" I asked.

He blushed and shrugged his shoulders as he pushed his cock in and out of me slowly. I knew he would not be an involved in this as I was. It wasn't that he was only in it for the sex. That was a big part of it, but he had come to express his love and appreciation for the women in his life that way, most especially his sister and now his mother.

"Ok, put the best picture in the text and write this: 'We've come so far, and today has been no different. Your daughter had sex for the first time and now, your son has turned me into a cougar.'"

I paused for a moment.

"Add a winkie and angel emoji to the end and send it."

She finished typing and looked over what she wrote.

"Are you sure this is what you want to write?" she asked me, looking at the text on the phone in a way that suggested I should revise my approach to informing Jeremy of today's happenings.

Jordan leaned in and kissed me. I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and the other I put on the small of his back.

"When you cum, cum inside me. I want to feel your seed," I whispered in his ear. He embraced me as I did him and continued making love to me. He wasn't animalistic, he was slow and methodical. I love a good hard fuck, but something about the way Jordan was handling me, I think he knew I needed a slow man right then.

Meanwhile, Amy was composing her own message, informing his that his son had his dick inside his wife, but that it was only happening after he and Amy broke the bonds of virginity.

"Tell me what you're writing, Amy," I said, hoping the language she used would stimulate our orgasms.

"I chose one of the pictures and said: 'Amy is waiting for you. Jordan has taken her under my supervision and now she waits... for you.' Is that ok?"

"I think that should work," I said, hoping it would have been more.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic," Amy said, rolling her eyes at me. "Fine, how about this?"

She began to type again as I pulled Jordan deeper inside me and held him still while I gyrated my hips on the counter. I could hear Amy tapping the keys on my phone. Those sounds faded into the background, taken over by the quick breaths and small grunts. Those sounds were quickly replaced by the new one in the doorway.

"Did someone forget to invite me to the party?" Jeremy said. There way no emotion about his face as he casually leaned against the side of the door frame.

Amy jumped up and leapt across the bathroom, cowering against the furthest wall. Jordan immediately withdrew from me and covered himself, while looking at the floor.

I didn't know exactly what to expect, but I knew Jeremy wasn't going to be mad. I almost laughed at those two cowards for acting like that.

"Hey! Hey! It's ok! Why do you think you have to do that?" Jeremy said, looking upset that they reacted to him being there.

That reaction, however, did signify that they still had some shame about what we all were involved in. He looked at Jordan and then to Amy for an answer.

"Guys. In the last couple days, I've come to expect the unexpected when I get home. Jordan, did your mother not have your dick in her mouth two days ago? Amy, I'm sure you remember being in that bed with your mother that same night?" he said, his thumb pointing behind him to the bed.

"Now, if I remember my timetable correctly, I believe we're at a point in the timetable where these two," he stated, moving his finger between his children, "have enjoyed their special moment together, yes?"

Amy ran up to him and hugged him tight.

"Daddy! It was so unexpected. Mom needed comforting and we held each other under the shower. Long story short, I called Jordan in and told him I was ready!" she said excitedly.

Jeremy looked over at Jordan.

"He was gentle with you?" he said, leering at Jordan but speaking to Amy.

Amy slapped his arm, "Yes, Dad! He was amazing!"

There was a long pause. I was watching this scene go down with great amusement. Jeremy loved his little girl, but also taught his boy the right way in life. In my head, I imagined this was the time he would have grilled her would-be boyfriend. Jordan just happen to slide into that position, so naturally he had to have been the one to receive Jeremy's 'wrath.'"

"Good job, Son!" Jeremy said, giving Jordan a high five. As he did, he leaned in and not-so-quietly asked "How was Amy?"

I snorted into my hands and Amy's cheeks turned a deep red. Jordan stole the show when he leaned over slightly and responded, "Go find out for yourself."

Amy and I both let our jaws hit the floor. Jeremy nodded with an impressed look on his face. Jordan seem proud of himself.

"Well, as I was mentioning earlier, I believe we're a point in time where Amy and I had an opportunity to be alone together?"

Jeremy was always a gentleman. He turned a bold statement into a question, leaning forward and offering his hand to his daughter.

"That is, if she approves?"

Amy took his hand. Her face looked like an emotional wreck. So much happened to her that day and to top it off, her gentle father wanted to show his little girl a hard time. She leapt into his arms and gave high a tight hug. He looked almost as happy and emotional as he was the day she was born. There was a transformation happening to our family and in that moment, I would not have gone back to change a thing.

Jeremy took her hand and led his daughter out of the bathroom. Just before he went out of sight, he leaned back in.

"You kids have fun. By all means, do the things I would do!"

Amy laughed out loud and followed her Dad out of the bathroom.





Hello Everyone! If you have not read chapters 01-12, now would be a great time to go back and catch up. This installment in the series is an account of two events happening simultaneously, each one being told from two perspectives. For the storyline, it's important at this point to get a perspective from each actor in this series before moving the storyline significantly forward.

I hope you enjoy this unique aspect of the story. It's a bit shorter than the other installments, but that is also unique to this chapter.

***As with the previous chapters, all participants in this series are 18 years of age or older***

Mom's Pandora's Box

- 13a -

Melissa

I watched Jeremy take Amy by the hand down the hall. I assumed he was taking her to her bedroom for her initiation into his world of love and sex. I followed them with my eyes all the way down the hall as far as I could see. When I couldn't see them anymore, I turned my attention to Jordan who still stood on the opposite end of the kitchen.

His dick was half hard, likely struggling from the interruption of his father into the situation. Now that his Dad was gone, his sights were set on me. I still sat naked on the counter, partially paralyzed with anticipation at what was about to happen or could happen. I waited for Jordan's next move.

It was a few awkward minutes before I felt I needed to take charge and show Jordan the full extent of my experience. My ideology was a tad flawed as I didn't know what exactly to show him. He seemed to know how to dominate a woman. He also seemed to know how to please a woman. Well, he knew how to please a woman who was blossoming into her sexual age and lacked adequate experience.

I hopped off the counter and sauntered over to my son and took his hand. I led him down the hall. I brought him to my room and through the open door. I was about to bring him into a new level of knowing his mother. He followed me into the room, no doubt clueless about what I was about to teach him.

"Up on the bed! Lay on your back," I said, absolutely sure of my position there.

He climbed up on the bed and I watched his cock through the entire process. It progressively got stiffer as he moved into position. He was then on his back with his cock standing upright like a flagpole. I followed him onto the bed and straddled his waist with his cock pressed against my clean- shaven mound.

"I want you to make love to me, Jordan. Don't fuck me. Show me the love you have for me because I'm going to show you everything I have. No secrets." I said to him.

He stared at me for a long while. As I waited for his response, I grasped his cock and stroked it against my pussy, making sure to rub the head of his cock in my slit. I worked myself up as I waited for him to take control when finally, he spoke.

"I need you to teach me, Mom," he said quietly.

It was clear he was going to be subordinate to me that evening. I didn't say anything to him before I raised up and positioned his dick to where it should be so I could lower myself down onto him. I did exactly that and marveled at the feeling of every inch of him entering me. I ignored the details before, but now I was hyperaware of every moment that transpired between us.

The head of his cock slid further inside me as I felt his shaft penetrate me more and more. I was still sinking on his cock deeper and deeper until I rested on his loins. As I completed his insertion, I leaned against his chest.

"I'm sorry everything happened the way it did today, Jordan. That's not how I envisioned it happening for you two or you and I," I said quietly.

He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back as his hips began to slowly push himself in and out of me.

"It's ok, Mom. There's time enough for me and Amy to focus on each other. Right now, it's me and you."

I smiled warmly, though he couldn't see it. I let him continue to make love to me as I rested against him. My breasts were like pillows for me to rest on. He was slow and steady for a while, no doubt enjoying the second time being inside a woman.

I wasn't looking for a rough time with Jordan or what he could refer to later on as a simple fuck. I loved him and I wanted him to know it. I put my hands on both sides of him and pushed myself up, enough that my breasts were dangling slightly above his face. He didn't make any movement to touch them or suck on my nipples. It seemed odd to me that he didn't, but his eyes were focused on them.

"I'll take over from here," I said.

As I waited for his hips to stop moving, I took his hands in mine and interlocked our fingers. I steadied myself as I began to move back and forth and gently up and down on his cock.

"What are you thinking, baby?" I asked softly.

His eyes snapped from my breasts to my face. He studied me briefly before responding.

"I don't know, Mom. It's been a wild day and the romance between me and you is unexpected, if that's the proper word I'm looking for?" he asked, looking a little confused.

His words hit me a little harder than I expected.

"What do you mean?" I asked, wiggling my hips on his before rising back up slowly.

"Well, when all this started a couple months ago, I thought it would be blowjobs only until I moved out or something." He contorted his face a little. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to say I expected that from you," he began again.

"Oh, baby, I know what you meant," I said, leaning down and kissing the tip of his nose.

He smiled up at me.

"Good, because that came out wrong. I figured that would be the most I would get of this. I love what we're doing right now, though."

"You mean fucking?" I asked, testing him.

He nodded. My heart sunk a little. I thought we had something a bit more than that, but maybe I was wrong. Granted, I did have my fantasies of him taking me however he wanted and fucking me with all of his carnal instincts. I remembered the appointment to see a therapist and briefly cataloged yet another issue to talk about. I thought briefly what I could do to make this moment special for Jordan. We had done so much in a short amount of time, though. I continued thinking as I rose up and down on him until I had an idea.

"Would you like to try something new?" I asked, knowing he was up for anything dirty at that point.

He looked at me strangely.

"Put your arm around me and see if you can hold me to you and turn around so that I'm on my back while you're still inside me. Think you can do that?" I asked.

He looked from side to side, likely determining which side he needed to turn so we wouldn't fall off the bed. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tight against him and he slowly began to turn. As he turned, he got up on his knees to complete the turn then rested us both back on the bed. He immediately began pumping his hips back and forth.

"That's it, baby, keep going," I said, making sure he was ready before I told him.

After a few more stroked inside me, I blurted out my question.

"Would you like to fuck my ass?" I asked timidly.

His eyes widened and he immediately pulled out. He had a natural ability with sex that most kids his age didn't have and wouldn't for many partners after their first. I raised my legs, exposing my asshole to him.

"Might want to be quick before I change my mind, or," I started, pointing to his dick, "the natural lube on that dries up."

He moved forward on his knees and immediately lined up the tip of his dick with my asshole. I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart slightly to aid his journey into my bowels. He began to apply pressure before moving the head back to my pussy, getting it wet and moving back down. He repeated this motion several times before applying pressure again.

I felt my hole opening to accept him. He groaned as soon as the head popped in.

"Ok, give me a moment to adjust and then you can push in slowly. It takes some time to get used to. Have you done this before?" I asked with suspicious eyes looking at him.

"No, I've seen it in movies before," he replied sheepishly.

"Oh, so you like anal porn?" I asked, raising a single eyebrow in amusement.

He nodded and began to push in.

I groaned as his cock slid deeper into my bowels. It was a strange feeling, but enjoyable at the same time. I kept a hand on his hip, ready to stop him if he tried going too deep. The videos taught him well, though. He stopped about three fourths of the way in and paused to make sure I was ok.

It was nice of him to think of me, but I was annoyed at the nagging thought that I was being used as a fuck toy instead of a lover. Granted, it wasn't your average love we were talking about in that moment, but I felt we all transcended to a different level when we started having sex with each other.

"Ok, I'm ready," I informed him.

He pushed inside me slowly and back out. I enjoyed the feeling he brought me. I was as new to me as it was for him. We were sharing a special moment that couldn't be taken away. I couldn't get the nagging feeling out of my head, though. I wanted to at least focus on the great sex we were having.

"You can go faster," I told him.

He did but didn't get overzealous. He routinely commented on how much tighter it was. I nodded each time he mentioned it. As time moved forward, it became even more clear that it wasn't about me with him. At least not this time. In the meantime, my hand went between my legs to push myself to my inevitable orgasm.

It seemed that almost as soon as I began to rub circles around my clit, Jordan announced his orgasm.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum!" he said loudly.

I panicked. I didn't know what to do in that situation. I'd never been fucked in my ass before then and I didn't know what would happen if he came inside me. I spent so much time thinking that I never gave him instruction on what to do. Next thing I knew, he pushed almost all the way inside my ass and stayed there. He was going to cum in my ass.

"Ungh!" he repeated with each shot of cum he put inside me. Like the act itself, feeling him cum inside my ass was something new and I enjoyed the way it made me feel. I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and managed to squeeze out my own orgasm.

"Fuck! Mom! You're squeezing my dick!" he said, looking down at himself, still pumping his seed into me.

"I'm cumming, Jordan!" I said in a more motherly tone than I wanted. It probably sounded condescending to him.

I felt his cock begin to shrink inside me until it plopped out. When it did, some air escaped and we both looked at each other wide eyed. I was embarrassed and he was surprised.

"Well, I guess that happens with anal sex?" I stated as a question, knowing he would not be able to tell me differently.

He didn't seem to mind as much as I would have thought since he leaned down to me and kissed me full on the lips. My mind immediately discarded the negative feelings I was having. It wasn't that he was treating me a different way, he just didn't know better. I would have had a much better experience if I taught him better.

"Mom!" he stated, his face looking like a lightbulb just came on, "We shared something unique between us. Amy was my first ever and we both had anal for the first time!"

I smiled a nodded. That was the Jordan I loved. I resolved to teach him better in the future.

"You're right! Did you like it compared with regular sex?" I asked. I had a feeling he would compare me to Amy.

"I would have to say I don't know. I came a lot sooner than I think I normally would, considering I came with Amy earlier. It's tighter and the thought of it alone makes me horny all the time."

I grinned slightly, "Want to know a little secret?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I cum a lot quicker when I watch you and Amy have sex or when I have sex with one of you. The thought of it alone nearly makes me quiver."

He had a shit eating grin on his face. I pushed him playfully off me.

"Want to shower with me?" I asked as I got off the bed to get one myself.

"Yes, I would like that."

He rolled off the bed and followed me into the shower. There was no funny business being had in the shower. We kissed a little here and there as we cleaned each other, but he never got hard and I wasn't particularly turned on anymore. It would seem we both were normalized to having sex with each other. Or we were just tired. I didn't eliminate either possibility.

When we were done and I was in the bedroom putting on my night clothes, Jordan had finished drying off and moved so he was standing in front of me. My nightie slipped over my head and when my eyes were cleared of it, he was standing there with a smile.

"Thanks for allowing us to have some alone time. I wondered from the first blowjob if I was ever going to be able to spend time alone with you. I would like to do it again, if that's ok?" he asked shyly.

That boy had a way to make my eyes water. I nodded and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Baby, you don't even need to ask. When the moment strikes you, take me. I want you to," I said honestly. I figured we had a unique family dynamic going at that point so it would be acceptable to do whatever, whenever.

He kissed me again and I held his kiss for a while before releasing him.

"Amy might be waiting for you, baby. I'll see you in the morning, ok?"

He nodded and walked out of the room into the darkness of the hallway.

- 13b -

Jordan

I guess I was being hypocritical, but it irritated me to think Dad was taking Amy to her room so he could fuck her. It was fair, though, because I wanted some time with Mom. It had only been blowjobs and countertop sex up to that point and I wanted to be in bed with her. Mom and Dad didn't know but Amy and I would watch porn together and we had our favorites. Kay Parker was one of my favorites from the classics. Amy liked some guy who seemed to be employed by many companies. He looked like a dad and was fucking young women in almost all of them. We liked the incest videos the most. Probably since we related to them.

I watched Mom watch Dad and Amy walk down the hall into her room. My dick was still hard, and I almost moved back into the position I was in earlier and continued fucking mom, but I waited for her next move. We both stared awkwardly at each other. I wanted Mom to show me what she wanted, and I wanted her to teach me what made older women happy. She finally got up and took me by the hand to her room. She brought me into the room, and I stood by the bed not knowing what to do next.

"Up on the bed! Lay on your back," she said. She had a teacher like tone in her voice, like she was about to start her lesson.

By the time I had made it into the bedroom, I wasn't as hard as I was in the kitchen. That was quickly fixed when I jumped onto the bed and laid on my back. It was hard as a rock again, waiting for Mom to show me what she wanted. There wasn't a moment that went by when I didn't feel like a naïve student.

"I want you to make love to me, Jordan. Don't fuck me. Show me the love you have for me because I'm going to show you everything I have. No secrets," she said.

I panicked!

"What is she talking about?!" I asked myself. I had almost NO experience here and she was telling me what she wanted without telling me how. I was relieved when she got on top of me and positioned my dick right against her pussy, rubbing it all over. She was already wet; I could feel it on my dick. When I realized she wasn't going to put it in, I had to say something.

"I need you to teach me, Mom," he said quietly.

She had a slight but brief look of disappointment on her face as she positioned me right at her hole and began to sink down. She was painfully slow doing it. Since she was teaching me, I let her set the pace. I wanted to push my hips up and shove it inside her but realized that was probably instinct telling me to go faster.

"I'm sorry everything happened the way it did today, Jordan. That's not how I envisioned it happening for you two or you and I," Mom said as she finished sliding me inside her. It was clear Mom had no idea how amazing that day was for me. At school, the guys talked about their first times and they all described clumsy, rushed, and sometimes regrettable experiences. I would not have chosen to have Amy that way for the first time, but I wouldn't go back and change it. I wasn't robbed of an opportunity.

"It's ok, Mom. There's time enough for me and Amy to focus on each other. Right now, it's me and you." I said, trying to reassure her that everything was ok.

Mom was laying down on me as I began to push in and out of her. She had nice tits. Amy's were nice, too, but Mom's were much bigger. In that aspect, she reminded me of my Porn Mom crush, Kay Parker. I was trying to be slow and gentle with Mom, but I found myself speeding up. It seemed like this would be something I would get better with over time. I think Mom sensed what I was thinking. She rose just a little and her tits were hanging just over my mouth. I went stupid in that moment and simply stared at them. I never really saw them up close like that, so I mentally mapped every inch of them. They were MILF tits as the guys would say at school.

"I'll take over from here," Mom said as she began to slide up and down on my dick. I liked Mom taking control. It was clear that I had a thing for older women as well as incest. I guess non-related girls my own age just didn't do it for me then.

When she got into a rhythm, she put her hands in mine and put her fingers between mine. She pushed down on my hands like she needed support. I was still ogling her tits when she spoke again.

"What are you thinking, baby?" she asked me in a whisper.

I didn't realize she spoke until I mentally rewound what she said and played it back. My eyes snapped back to reality and I looked up at her. She was looking at me expectedly.

"I don't know, Mom. It's been a wild day and the romance between me and you is unexpected, if that's the proper word I'm looking for?" I said, trying to sound smart.

"What do you mean?" she responded.

"Well, when all this started a couple months ago, I thought it would be blowjobs only until I moved out or something." I thought for a moment and chastised myself for putting it the way I did. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to say I expected that from you," I said, crushing the little bit of pride I had in myself for sounding intelligent.

"Oh, baby, I know what you meant," she said. She leaned down and gave me a Mom Kiss on my nose. I couldn't help but smile. She had always done that to me when I didn't feel right about something.

"Good, because that came out wrong. I figured that would be the most I would get of this. I love what we're doing right now, though."

"You mean fucking?" she asked. Her tone seemed off.

I nodded and as soon as I did, I knew something else went wrong. I didn't know what it was, but I watched a series of expressions appear and disappear on Mom's face that made it seem like my answer was not the right one and that she was working something out.

"Would you like to try something new?" she asked.

"Uh, everything about everything we're doing is new, Mom." I thought to myself. I nodded, not knowing what was coming next.

"Put your arm around me and see if you can hold me to you and turn around so that I'm on my back while you're still inside me. Think you can do that?" Mom said.

I looked around to gain some bearing and figure out how I was going to accomplish this. I didn't think then that I would also be learning acrobatic tricks. I did as best as I could but felt like I was being clumsy with every movement. Leave it to Mom, though, to guide me the whole way through. As soon as the deed was done, I began to get right back into the rhythm of fucking her.

"That's it, baby, keep going," She said, encouraging me. I wasn't thinking about anything except how great it felt fucking her when she seemed to just randomly blurt out something that caught my attention fast.

"Would you like to fuck my ass?" She asked. She looked like she didn't think her question through before saying it. I was surprised to hear her say it, and the voice in my head was stuttering, preventing me from coming up with any kind of coherent response.

"Might want to be quick before I change my mind, or the natural lube on that dries up," she said, pointing at the shaft still pumping in and out of her in instinct.

I looked down at my dick still buried inside my mother. As I was gawking at myself, she raised her legs up like a baby getting its diaper changed. I took the queue and pulled out of her pussy, immediately beginning to try pushing into her ass. I quickly recalled one of the first anal sex porn movies I watched years before and realized I will need more lube. I knew better than to spit on my mother like the guys in some of the clips did, so I rubbed my dick over her pussy, allowing it to soak up some of her wetness before attempting to push inside her ass again.

I began to push in as mom spread her cheeks, allowing me a better view of my target. I pushed harder and harder until I saw the puckered hole begin to open and the head of my dick begin to slide in. I was excited enough that I almost said it out loud. Mom grunted and groaned as I very slowly entered her ass. The head popped in quickly and I was about to push in before Mom stopped me.

"Ok, give me a moment to adjust and then you can push in slowly. It takes some time to get used to. Have you done this before?" She asked. She looked at me like she playfully doubted my limited experience.

"No, I've seen it in movies before," I said, admitting for the first time to my Mom that I watched porn.

"Oh, so you like anal porn?" She asked playfully.

I nodded and began to push in.

I pushed in, millimeter by millimeter, feeling increased pressure on all sides of my dick as I pushed further in. It was an intense feeling. I remembered from the movies that women would say how full they felt when there was a dick in their ass, so I expected it to be tight. This was an entirely different feeling than what I expected. I pushed in most of the way, but also remembered that anal sex was different than normal sex; you don't just ram it in, especially with someone who was also going into it for the first time. I stopped after I was in as far as I was comfortable with.

I let Mom adjust to me being inside her asshole before I moved again. I watched her face to make sure everything was ok. She finally said she was.

I began to fuck her very slowly. The lack of speed didn't take away from the intense pleasure I was feeling. I was so involved in this new experience that I was barely coherent to spoken words and I almost didn't hear Mom tell me I could go faster. I sped up slightly and the feeling intensified. I felt the familiar feeling begin to rear its head.

Mom began to rub her clit as I unwittingly began to go faster and faster. I was already on my way and that was the trigger that started pumping cum from my balls.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum!" I said, not realizing that we were both in a unique situation, neither of us knowing what to do.

Mom looked like she suddenly realized the implications of what was about to happen, and she didn't respond. If I stopped and prodded her for an answer, it would have done no good since the question would be null and void. I just let it go.

I pushed in as far as I dared and felt my cock swell then pulsate as I began to pump cum into my mother's ass.

"Fuck! Mom! You're squeezing my dick!" I said stupidly as I was still cumming.

"I'm cumming, Jordan!" Mom said. It wasn't a tone that someone in the throes of ecstasy would take on. She sounded more like she was chastising me for not noting the obvious. I quickly dismissed it as I was finished cumming and felt like collapsing on her. My dick was shrinking fast and suddenly popped out. I almost burst into laughter when she farted as soon as I popped out.

"Well, I guess that happens with anal sex?" she said, showing her lack of expertise in this area. I wouldn't have known either. I didn't think the clips would be as enticing if they showed the entire reality that surrounded anal sex. It was nice to see Mom be inexperienced at something when I spent my whole life thinking she had all the answers. I kissed her for a while, thankful that she spent this time with me. Something suddenly dawned on me, though.

"Mom! We shared something unique between us. Amy was my first ever and now we both had anal for the first time!" I said proudly.

"You're right! Did you like it compared with regular sex?"

"I would have to say I don't know. I came a lot sooner than I think I normally would, considering I came with Amy earlier. It's tighter and the thought of it alone makes me horny all the time."

Mom grinned slightly, "Want to know a little secret?" She looked like she was a child about to whisper a secret.

I nodded.

"I cum a lot quicker when I watch you and Amy have sex or when I have sex with one of you. The thought of it alone nearly makes me quiver."

I grinned sheepishly, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Want to shower with me?" Mom asked as she got off the bed.

"Yes, I would like that."

I hopped off the bed and followed Mom into the bathroom. She knelt next to the tub and turned both knobs, guessing where they would have to be to offer the perfect temperature. When it was at her liking, she opened the shower knob and stepped in. She motioned for me to join her and I stepped in. I wanted to fuck her in the shower like I did Amy, but I was tired and simply wanted to get cleaned up and go to bed. Instead, we washed each other and kissed like lovers. We both got out and she began her post shower, pre-bed routine.

I watched Mom get dressed. She finished drying off and I watched her move around the room. She finally began to rifle through one of her drawers. She picked out her bed clothes and began to put them on. Again, she looked sexy and was absent mindedly playing on my older women kink. Her dress thing was about to fall past her head, so I went in front of her to see the front of her naked body once more before going to bed. I waited to see her eyes before speaking to her.

"Thanks for allowing us to have some alone time. I wondered from the first blowjob if I was ever going to be able to spend time alone with you. I would like to do it again, if that's ok?"

Mom pulled me to her and squeezed me hard.

"Baby, you don't even need to ask. When the moment strikes you, take me. I want you to," Mom said. I wanted to take her right then, but I was exhausted with the day's activities. Instead, I kissed her softly and she held me close for a few moments.

"Amy might be waiting for you, baby. I'll see you in the morning, ok?" she said to me.

I nodded and walked away with a small part of me feeling guilty. I felt like I betrayed Amy.

I walked down the hall and stopped at Amy's door. I couldn't hear anything. They were either still in there, she fell asleep, or she's waiting in my room. I got a little excited thinking of the latter option. When I got to my room, I was disappointed that she was not there. I didn't bother with clothes since I assumed Amy would join me in bed when she was done.

I laid in bed waiting for Amy to come join me. After a while, it seemed she might have just gone to sleep. I hadn't heard anything since I left Mom's room. I waited a little while longer before succumbing to sleep.

- 14a -

Jeremy

I led Amy into her room and closed the door behind us. I watched her ass as she moved to her bed and sat down. She patted the bed next to her, and I moved over to her. I stood in front of her, looking down at her body. I always appreciated the firmness of a you woman's body. Her tits matched her frame, her hips jutted out perfectly from her slim waist. She was perfection in my eyes, but I continued to see her as my daughter, not a viable lover.

She looked up and me and smiled as her arms reach forward and began to unbuckle my pants. She seemed like a pro, using quick movements to unfasten the buckle. Almost as quickly as she undid my buckle, she had my zipper down and my pants were sliding down my legs. Before they reached the floor. She yanked down my boxers and engulfed the entire length of my semi-rigid cock in her mouth.

Blowjobs were probably my most favorite thing. Effortless on my part but feeling just like I was fucking a tight, wet pussy. When I married Melissa, she was the best I ever had. As I stood there in front of Amy, I felt as if she was taking her mother's place in that category. I thought it was probably because I stood there looking at a barely legal woman sucking my cock, knowing my age would typically prohibit me from that type of experience. I almost blew my load right in her mouth, but I held out.

"Do you like it, Daddy?" she asked, looking up at me smiling with the head of my cock less than an inch from her lips.

She didn't wait for an answer before putting me back into her mouth.

"Yes, baby girl, you're amazing. You have the skills of a woman twice your age!" I said, hoping to boost her confidence.

She sucked me long and hard. I watched her tits sway slightly as she moved her entire upper body in the process of sucking my dick. Her and Jordan must have been practicing for quite a while for her to be this good at it. I decided to let loose in her mouth without warning. She had all the charms of an older woman. I wanted to see how she handled an unexpected load.

I put my hand on the back of her head so she couldn't back away too much. I stifled my groans as I began to pump cum into the back of her mouth. She initially took it well, but then began to choke a little as I didn't give her enough air. I immediately felt bad for doing it, but she surprised me by swallowing the entire load. I felt a sudden rush of guilt take over me.

"You need to be hard again, Daddy, if you want to fuck me!" she said excitedly.

She continued sucking my dick. I never went completely soft between her soft lips. When she determined I was sufficiently hard she released me and laid back on the bed. It happened in slow motion in my mind. It seemed to have taken minutes for her to take two seconds worth of movements. She was beautiful. In my mind, though, I was battling the devil as the angel on my shoulder attempted to fix my wayward moral compass.

"What do you want to do to me, Daddy?" she asked. Her hands were placed one on top of the other on her stomach, just above her mound like she was patiently waiting for me.

"I want my face between your legs. I want you to feel what I just felt," I told her, fighting the urge to just walk away. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, though. I thought then that if I could get through that one evening, I could set things back they way they were with everyone without hurting anyone's feelings.

She developed a huge smile on her face and slowly spready her legs. I took of the rest of my clothes off and got onto the bed, right at the foot of it. I leaned down and wrapped my arms under both her legs and used my hands to spread the lips of her pussy open. I looked at her intimate area for the first time. She had a beautiful pussy.

"Baby, you are so beautiful," I said before I leaned in closer and pressed my tongue to her clit. It was like I was on autopilot. I should have just fucked her then and gotten it over with. The devil inside me won the battle that time.

She didn't say anything in reply but put her hands on my hands and exhaled loudly. I moved my tongue methodically over every inch of her pussy, focusing on her clit and her vagina. I would insert my tongue as deep inside her as I could then I would suck her clit into my mouth. She moaned her approvals and gyrated her hips as encouragement to my approach to pleasing her. I stopped for a moment.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier, baby, I got carried away," I said apologetically, already trying to make amends for the entire evening.

"Daddy, it's fine! It was nice having you take control. You cared for me my whole life, lectured me at times, yelled at others, but I always knew you loved me. I would like you to continue that, if you don't mind?" she said, almost pleading with me.

I didn't answer her. Instead, I pulled her closer to my mouth instead of moving to place my tongue on her pussy. It was rough and her giggles and moans were more than I needed to continue my approach. I ate her pussy like it was my favorite meal. She soon came under the movements of my tongue on her clit and I rocked her pussy as she writhed all over my mouth.

"Fuck! DADDY! I'm going to cum all over your face!" she said loudly. I doubted anyone heard her since her door was closed, but it echoed in my ears. The battle inside me raged on.

Before she could complete her orgasm, I moved up her body and slid my cock in her pussy. I was losing the battle inside myself. I didn't know why I took it to the next level. It was probably my own selfish desires.

"DAD! OH FUCK!" she screamed out.

I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. There was no more joy in the act for me. I didn't want to give that fact away to her, though. Emotionally hurting my daughter in this critical time would likely end our relationship forever. I would just assume cease to exist before I let that happen.

Amy pulled me tight against her as her body shook underneath me. She was completely into what was happening, but I was nearly in tears. I felt like I was violating her in a way she could never recover from.

I pushed further inside her, hoping it would make her orgasm so much more intense. It seemed to have accomplished that. As soon as she regained her composure, she quickly pushed me off her and got on her knees, taking me into her mouth. She was slow and deliberate in her motions, moaning with each insertion.

"You are so good at this," I told Amy. I was battling with myself about how much farther I wanted to go with her. I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked her juices off my cock. I was like Jeckle and Hyde in how my mind flip-flopped from wanting to end this to wanting to fuck her like a cheap prostitute.

"I'm surprised you haven't cum yet, Daddy," she said, looking up at me while her hand continued to slowly stroke me. She would take the head of my cock in her mouth, suck it softly then pull it out. She repeated this several times as she waited for my reply.

"I'm enjoying you, Amy." I lied, looking down at her. Her eyes continued to look up at me and she sucked the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. "I like what you're doing."

A mischievous grin appeared on her face like she just got an idea.

"Mom said she's never had anal sex. Have you?" she asked me.

I was a little surprised by the question. It suddenly took me back to the first time Melissa and I dabbled in ass play. She enjoyed it and I loved how much more intense her orgasms were when I fingered her asshole. I also realized that there was likely a reason behind her asking.

"I assume she told you about our limited experience?" I asked, still watching her intently. She was driving me crazy with her slow and teasing motions. I wanted to cum and pretend I was spent for the night.

She nodded and opened her mouth, taking me all the way in. She held the position for a moment and as slow as she had been to that point, she slid me out of her mouth.

"Amy..." I started.

She paused her ministrations on my dick and looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

"I'm having doubts about this," I said.

Her hand resumed the job her mouth was doing before.

"What do you mean?" she asked me.

"Everything was fine in theory and even in small practice. I can't fuck you again, Amy. It doesn't feel right and I can't do it again." I finally admitted.

Amy looked at me as if she was disappointed.

"Would you like me to finish?" she asked plainly.

I nodded. She immediately put my dick back in her mouth and hurriedly began drawing out my orgasm. I felt guilty about disappointing Amy. I didn't know how much she was looking forward to that time with me, if at all. I decided then that the sexual activity between all of us should come to an end and we should resume our normal lives.

I was lost in thought when I snapped out of it and realized I was about to cum in Amy's mouth. That wasn't going to help the situation at all, so I snapped my dick out of her mouth and began to vigorously stroke it. I stifled a grunt as I began to shoot cum onto the floor next to the bed.

"Dad! I wanted that!" she said, looking angrily at me.

"I'm sorry, Amy. I just can't do this anymore. None of us should be doing this at all and it's going to end."

I gathered my clothes and left her room. I heard her begin to cry on my way out. I didn't know what Melissa was up to at that moment, but if she and Jordan were up to something, I wasn't going to make them stop.

"We'll just have to have a family talk very soon and I'll put a stop to this," I thought to myself.

- 14b -

Amy

Daddy took my hand and led me to my room. I walked in first and he closed the door behind him. I was quite nervous at being so inexperienced with him after everything Mom told me about their past experiences. I didn't know how I wanted the night to do, but I knew that Jordan was on my mind. We didn't exactly experience what I would call a memorable first experience.

I sat down on the bed and immediately went to work on his belt and pants, getting them down. The entire time, I thought about doing what I was doing with Jordan, not Dad. I decided I was going to make it quick, but also fun. Dad didn't deserve for me to rush things simply because he wasn't my preferred lover. His pants slid down and I quickly pulled his boxers down.

He had a nice dick, for sure. I didn't waste time taking him into my mouth. Of everything I'd learned, blowjobs were probably the best thing I could offer until I got more experience in everything else. I took him deep in my mouth. I bobbed my head a few times before pulling it out of my mouth.

"Do you like it, Daddy?" I asked, holding the tip of his dick right at my lips. I didn't bother waiting for him to answer me before wrapping my lips back around him. My hand went to work on his shaft just as my lips were. I began to think that I wanted him to cum and hopefully it would be the end of the evening for him.

"Yes, baby girl, you're amazing. You have the skills of a woman twice your age!" he said to me. I was beaming with pride at his compliment. I doubled my efforts to make sure he had a great experience. I temporarily put Jordan out of mind so I could focus on Daddy for a bit.

I must have been doing a good enough job. He put his hands on the back of my head. I didn't initially realize what was about to happen, but as soon as I heard little grunts from his mouth, I knew what was happening. Just as I expected, he began to pump his cum into my mouth. Since I had plenty of experience with this, I was able to swallow it down as soon as it coated my tongue.

I felt him begin to soften in my mouth. Jordan popped into my head again and I hoped he would be done and wouldn't want to fuck me. I didn't want to let on that I wasn't interested in being fucked by Dad. It wasn't even that, really. I just wanted a "re-do" with Jordan. I didn't want to hurt Dad's feelings if he wanted me, though.

"You need to be hard again, Daddy, if you want to fuck me!" I said after his limp dick came out of my mouth.

I took him back into my mouth and waited, hopeful he would stop me. I needed to continue playing the part. When he was hard again, I took him out of my mouth and laid on the bed.

"What do you want to do to me, Daddy?" I asked, hoping he would not get between my legs and fuck me.

"I want my face between your legs. I want you to feel what I just felt," he said.

I smiled wide in relief that he wasn't intending on fucking me just yet or if at all. I watched him take off his clothes. He really was a good-looking man for his age. I watched him lay between my legs and stare at my pussy like he was seeing one for the first time.

"Baby, you are so beautiful," he loudly whispered. I smiled broadly again at his compliment. He was certainly a lady's man with his choice of words. His words weren't his only strong point, either. His tongue would be what someone might call a well-oiled machine.

He stroked my pussy with his tongue like an artist maneuvers his brush across a canvas. It would slither into my vagina then glide to my clit and suck me into his mouth. He repeated this over and over, driving me nearly insane. I writhed under his control and enjoyed each second as it went by until the suddenly stopped. I was instantly annoyed.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier, baby, I got carried away," he said. My annoyance instantly went away.

"Daddy, it's fine! It was nice to have you take control. You cared for me my whole life, lectured me at times, yelled at others, but I always knew you loved me. I would like you to continue that, if you don't mind?" I said. I literally was asking for him to continue exactly what he was doing and nothing else. I was taking mental notes to pass on to my true lover. My brother.

As had been the case since we got into my room, an answer was not provided. Instead, he leapt back into my pussy with the same fervor he had before. He pushed his tongue into me and sucked hard at my clit. I felt the buildup beginning and before I knew it, the bomb exploded.

"Fuck! DADDY! I'm going to cum all over your face!" I yelled accidentally.

Before I was able to become coherent again, Dad's face appeared above my own and the next thing I knew, his cock was sliding slowly inside me.

"DAD! OH FUCK!" I screamed again.

I became angry again. I had decided not long ago that if he wasn't going to make me cum, I was going to fake an orgasm and tell him I was done for the night. I didn't want him to fuck me, but I knew I could not sit there and act violated. Instead, I acted as if I had been waiting for it the entire time. Oddly enough, my orgasm was still rippling through me. I pulled him tight against me as my body continued quivering.

He pushed deeper inside me and it felt like another orgasm took control of me. I couldn't take it anymore. I need him out of me. I pushed him off and instead of making it seem like I didn't want it, or him, I took him back into my mouth, groaning and moaning like a porn star.

"You are so good at this," he told me. I was not as impressed with his compliment as I was with the others.

"I'm surprised you haven't cum yet, Daddy," I stated to him. I sucked the head into my mouth and sucked it harder than normal as my hand worked his shaft. I waited for but did not expect a reply to my observation.

"I'm enjoying you, Amy," he said. His eyes were focused on what I was doing. Meanwhile, I was trying to find a way to end this. The more time I spent thinking about Jordan taking my virginity in the shower, the more I wanted him again.

I suddenly had an idea.

"Mom said she's never had anal sex. Have you?" I asked. I did have a desire to try anal sex. The thought of a hard dick in my butt, along with the sensation I already was introduced to sounded delicious.

"I assume she told you about our limited experience?" he asked me, still looking down as I sucked the head of his dick in and out of my mouth. My head was a nightmare of crossed thoughts and a deluge of desires. I wanted him to fuck me in my ass.

I nodded and took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I held it deep in my throat as I contemplated and tried to sort through the ideas in my head. I waned Jordan so bad, but I also wanted Daddy to show me new things. I back off his cock a little and was about to bring him back in.

"Amy..." he said.

I looked up at him, hoping he would flip me around and show me what it felt like to be full of dick.

"I'm having doubts about this," he said. I was a little confused as to what he was talking about. Instead of taking him back into my mouth, I stroked his shaft with my hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything was fine in theory and even in small practice. I can't fuck you again, Amy. It doesn't feel right and I can't do it again."

I feigned disappointment in his confession. I did want to play with him some more, but I was ok with him not wanting to fuck me.

"Would you like me to finish?" I asked without any notion of enthusiasm.

He nodded and it seemed at this point, we were both just going through the motions to finish what we started and go back to what we enjoyed. He would go back to Mom and I could go to Jordan. I stared straight ahead and made sure I kept going until I got the only reward I actually wanted from him. I could easily have been referred to as a "cum slut." That's what they called some girls in the porn videos Jordan and I would watch together. I wanted another mouthful of cum before he left and I wasn't shy about going after it.

I was too into my own thoughts when Dad suddenly pulled his cock out of me and jerked off onto the floor next to the bed. I was angry all over again.

"Dad! I wanted that!" I said, intending to show my anger through my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Amy. I just can't do this anymore. None of us should be doing this at all and it's going to end."

I was in absolute shock. What the fuck did that mean? I didn't give a shit what he wanted to do but I wasn't going to stop being with Jordan. Not because he couldn't handle the lifestyle that he chose to involve himself in. A deep resentment of my father began to take hold in my brain. I was angry and that anger was quickly overflowing.

I watched him grab his clothes and walk out without even looking at me or acknowledging me again. Common sense had left me and all I could think of how used I felt and how easily I was discarded by my own father. I slowly crawled into my bed, covered myself with the sheet and began to bawl my eyes out.

"You're a fucking asshole," I whimpered out quietly. "I hate you."




This is the conclusion to this series. If you have not read the rest of the series, this part likely will not make much sense. This last section is told from Jordan's perspective. Once you finish it, you should understand why. I hope you enjoyed the series! If you did, please rate me!

All characters in this story are over 18. Any language indicating otherwise is intended to describe maturity level or relational experience.

Mom's Pandora's Box

- 15 -

I woke up to Amy getting in bed with me. My mind was racing over everything that had been happening recently. I heard Amy sniffle a little as she pulled the covers over her naked body.

"Amy, what happened?"

She didn't answer me. Instead, she wrapped her arm around me and buried her face into my neck.

"Amy, tell me what's wrong," I pressed again.

She sniffled a few more times and I could feel her breathing become normal again. Her hand began to pet my arm as she began to feel comfortable in my arms once again. She took in a deep breath.

"Daddy and I were doing what you and Mom were doing, I guess, and I could only think of you but I was trying not to disappoint him and he finally stopped everything saying he couldn't do it anymore and that everything needed to stop ... or something like that," she said quickly.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and glided my fingers through her hair as she continued her story.

"He was eating me out, then he fucked me, and I wanted for him to just finish but then I really wanted him to teach me about anal sex. I wanted him to teach me so I would be good for you, but as I was sucking his dick, he changed his mind. He jerked his dick out of my mouth, came on the floor and just ... LEFT!"

She was rambling mindlessly. It was clear she was upset, but she wasn't paying any mind to the rest of her body. Her hand was slowly drifting as she continued petting me as she and telling me her story.

"I was so mad. I hope he didn't hear what I said as he walked out. It was just that he dismissed me like I was nothing. He hurt my feelings, Jordan," she said, turning her head to look in my eyes as best she could.

I turned my head and met her lips with mine. As we kissed, her hand continued to wander down my body until it wrapped around my growing dick. She slowly began to stroke me without saying another word. Everything about that situation was new to us. We were mostly clothed during our interactions in the past and while we didn't rush through our oral sexcapades, we never had the time to really sit or lay and enjoy it. That was the first time we were both completely nude and able to take our time, save maybe the scene in the tub from earlier.

"What did you say?" I asked, enjoying her slow hand movements.

"I was mad at him, Jordan, but I said I hated him," she said with watery eyes.

"I also hope he didn't hear you," I said. As I thought through the day's events, I focused on the moment we both lost our virginity to each other in the tub earlier that day.

"Amy?" I said, waiting to get her attention. She was slowly squeezing my dick as she equally slowly moved her hand up and down it.

She made a simple sound letting me know she was listening. Just as I was about to say what I had to say, we heard a loud sound from down the hall.

"What was that?" she asked me.

"Someone slammed a door," I said, hoping the obvious wasn't actually happening. Mom and Dad seemed to be fighting and I had a feeling that it had something to do with the exchange of words Amy described.

"Do you think Mom and Dad are arguing?" she asked, pausing all her movements.

I nodded.

She buried her face back into my neck and began to cry again. I had hoped Dad didn't get jealous of my time with Mom. Amy was concerned about what she said, but she didn't know what happened with me and Mom. Dad could have been mad at a number of things. It could also have been Mom that was mad. Maybe she didn't like how Dad treated Amy, not that she would know unless he told her.

"Let's forget about that for now. Let's forget about everything and everyone. Amy, I want to make love to you but this time at our own pace and not showing off for anyone else," I said, hoping she would agree.

She immediately jumped up to her knees with a huge smile on her face. She searched my expression for signs of insincerity and when she saw none, she laid on me softly and resumed the kiss we previously shared. She broke the kiss after several moments.

"Nice and slow?" she asked curiously.

I nodded.

"Good, I want to see your face while we do it," she said, using rather juvenile language. I almost laughed at her choice of words.

I maneuvered to flip her over, so she was on her back. I was as quick as possible and her surprised eyes and quick smile gave me approval to continue. She giggled a little as I kissed the tip of her nose like Mom always did with me. I kissed her lips next and began to move down my sister's body. I looked up at her and smiled periodically. She had a different look on her face. It was a smile unlike anything I'd seen from her. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins and I recognized the feeling as love and lust.

Her look was of adoration for me. She was in love and happy to give her body to me in that manner.

I kissed her shoulders and traced my lips across her skin to her nipples. She shivered under my lips as I continued down her stomach and kissed every inch, down to where the hair between her legs would typically be. She was smooth as silk and I could smell her.

"I can smell how wet you are, Amy," I said, grinning up at her.

"Well, don't ever say I wasn't turned on by you!" she chuckled.

"I wouldn't dare!" I said as I extended my tongue and slithered down her mound to the top of her slit incredibly slowly.

I used my fingers to spread her labia and looked it over. It was like she was mine and I needed to learn every inch of her body. My tongue began to explore her inner crevices. She cooed and moaned as I explored her pussy with my tongue. I couldn't wait to fuck her, but in the meantime, I wanted to send her to wonderland every other possible way. In that moment, I felt like I was a sexual genius, like I knew everything about the subject and was about to exact that experience upon her.

I listened to every noise she made, fine tuning my approach to her pleasure as I went. When her noises went nearly mute, I moved on. When she nearly ripped my hair out, I stayed. I learned that she enjoyed my tongue doing laps around her clit. She loved the occasional suction of it into my mouth. What drove her crazy was my tongue flicking across it while it's sucked into my mouth. She was my slave in that instant.

"JORDAN!" she yelled loudly as her legs began to shake uncontrollably. I dug my heels in and went in for the kill. It was easy. I found it easy to please Amy and I knew in that moment I didn't want anyone else in my life. She was my sister and my lover.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she exclaimed as her orgasm rocked her body.

"Cum for me, Amy," I said, pausing my assault on her pussy.

"JORDAN! DON'T STOP!!!" Amy yelled at me.

I quickly reattached my suckling mouth to her pussy, regaining ground quickly. I heard louder than normal voices coming from down the hall as I suckled on Amy's clit. I would have resented either parent had they trampled into my room at that time. I attempted to block out everything that was happening, but I was naturally protective of Amy. I kept her worked up so she wouldn't hear the sounds happening outside my room.

I pushed a finger inside her pussy with the intention of driving her mind wild with desire. After a moment, I pushed another and accomplished my goal.

"Jordan, baby! I love you so much! Make me cummmmm!" she said, drawing out the sound of the word. I felt a burst of pride in my accomplishment. I wanted to leap up and meet her face to face as I carefully pushed myself into her, but I had a job to finish. I waited until she came down from her intense orgasm before meeting her face to face again.

"I love you so much, Amy," I said, staring intensely into her eyes. My hips instinctively began to thrust against her clumsily.

Amy reached her hand between our bodies and guided me to her opening.

"Push in now, baby," she said quietly.

I slowly pushed my hips into her and felt the head of my dick pierce her vagina. I felt her vagina open wider for me as I pushed inside her. The head of my cock got wetter and wetter as it pushed further and further inside her. Despite our sexual joining earlier that day, it felt like it was the first time we were making love.

"I love you, Amy," I whispered to her as I continued to push deeper inside her.

She groaned deeply as I completed my entry into her body and held my place as I adjusted to the tightness and warmth of her body surrounding me. My heart nearly exploded as I experienced true love at its finest. I reaffirmed that I would never find a better lover. I began to slowly pull out and thrust slowly back in. I was finally making love to my sister instead of fucking her in front of our mother.

"I love you so much, Jordan," she said before opening her eyes widely at me. She pulled me closer to her, staring intensely into my eyes. It was like she suddenly had an idea. "Cum inside me, Jordan. Give me your child. I want to feel your baby growing inside me!"

I slowed my movements as I took in her request. It was easy to digest. I loved her more than anyone else on the planet, including Mom and Dad and in that moment, there was no other person I could imagine partnering with me to raise my children. Her words also pushed me over the edge, and I began to cum inside her pussy. I thrust into her deeply with each spurt.

"Jordan! Cum inside me more!" she begged me.

I wasn't finished. I continued shooting inside her until I felt her body begin to tremble below me.

"Jordan, I'm cumming again!" she said in a shaky voice.

I started to quickly push in and out of her so my dick didn't get soft. My emotions helped me quickly reinvigorate my hardness. I pushed deep inside her as her orgasm swept over her again. Pride filled me again as I felt certain that in a month, I would be looking at a positive pregnancy test. I was ready for the next step with the love of my life.

It was when the dust settled that I heard the yelling. Amy didn't hear it at first. I heard Dad yelling something from one end of the hall and Mom from the other. Amy was still shaking off the last ripples of her orgasm before she heard the front door of the house slam shut.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Another door slamming," I said as I began to kiss her cheek, moving to her soft lips.

She kissed me briefly before returning to her interrogation.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I was lost in the moment and the next thing I heard was what you heard," I lied.

"Are they fighting?" she asked, lost in her world.

"I think so, but I'm not sure," I said, attempting to reignite the flame that was burning within us.

She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.

"Our family is falling apart, Jordan," she whispered in my ear.

I didn't know what to say to comfort her. I lifted myself up and locked eyes with her.

"Don't think about that. Was I good for you, Amy?" I asked.

She nodded quickly. Minutes went by as we measured the situation we were in.

"Jordan, there's nobody I want to spend my life with more than you. I don't care what happens here, please never leave my side. I needed you before but now ..." she paused, "I think I'll need you more than ever before."

I've heard of women's intuition and I think I knew what she meant by that.

I moved over to her side and laid next to her with my arm wrapped across her.

"I'm never going to leave you," I said, continuing to explore the depths of her soul through her eyes.

She smiled heartily for a moment as she thought.

"Do you still want to have sex with Mom?" she asked me.

Without another thought, I replied "I would like to, but I don't know if Dad intends to put a stop to that or everything. Look, Amy, I'm prepared to leave with you if he wants us to stop. We're old enough and I think we can make it on our own if we had to."

Her eyes welled up with tears.

"I don't want any of that to happen!" she said loudly.

"I know, but I can't just stop what's going on in here," I said, pointing to my chest.

She nodded as a tear streamed down her cheek.

"Maybe we should just tackle this in the morning and see what happened between them?" I suggested.

Amy nodded.

"Also, if you're not ok with me being with Mom sometimes, I need you to tell me now, Amy. I'm not a mind reader and I don't take hints very well," I said.

She chortled and smacked me on the arm, "I know you don't take hints very well, little brother and no, I don't mind you being with Mom because I also want to sometimes."

"What about Dad?" I asked her.

"I think that answer will have to come after we find out what happened," she said, looking across the room at the door.

I put my hand on her opposite cheek and turned her face towards me.

"I love you, Amy," I whispered before giving her a kiss.

A warm smile came across her face as she responded in kind. I played with her hair as she drifted off to sleep and I followed her into dreamland shortly after.

- 16 -

We woke the next morning in nearly the same position we fell asleep in. Amy was still sleeping soundly as I slipped out of bed. I drifted lazily over to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. I pissed as I waited for the water to warm up. The morning tasks never failed to perk me up and get me ready to start the day. Weighing on my mind that day was how to approach Mom and figuring out where Dad went if he hadn't returned yet.

I always took my time in the morning shower, but today I rushed slightly so I could start figuring out what was going on. I used Amy's loofa to help speed up the process and quickly rinsed off. I wrapped a towel around me and went back to my room where Amy was still sleeping. I tip-toed around, putting on deodorant and some quick clothing choices. It was time to drift down the hall and into the kitchen.

Mom was there sipping coffee at the table, staring out the window. She was clearly lost in thought, no doubt about the prior evening's events.

"Morning, Mom," I said quietly.

She snapped out of it and issued me a quick smile.

"Hi, Jordan," she said, "Would you like some breakfast?"

It was clear she was not going to broach the subject of Dad leaving so easily.

"I can get something. Have you eaten?" I asked, heading towards the pantry.

"Just my coffee!" she said, holding up her mug.

"I'll make us both something to eat, what would you like?" I asked, looking through the pantry shelves for something that looked good.

"What about Amy?" she asked.

I debated whether to tell her about our evening together.

"She's still sleeping. I figured I would let her sleep and make her something hot when she gets up."

"I bet she had something hot last night," Mom said with a snicker as she leered at me.

I turned back and squinted my eyes playfully at her. Dad may have changed his mind about our family's new sexual awakening, but Mom certainly did not. I took a moment to take notice of Mom's attire. She was wrapped in her morning robe. It had a low opening on her chest and the bottom rested on her upper thighs. I wondered what she had on underneath. Her hair was up in a tie and was still wet from her morning shower.

"Mom. Do you want something to eat?" I asked again.

"Make me whatever you're having," she said, still looking me over.

"Eggs and bacon on an English muffin then!"

I began to cook the bacon and eggs on the stove when Mom came over and leaned on the counter, facing me.

"Are you going to tell me how your time with Amy was?" she asked plainly.

I continued to focus on the food preparation as I thought of what to say.

"I know she slept in your room last night, Jordan."

"She sleeps with me a lot, Mom."

"Jordan Avery! You know what I'm talking about!" Mom said accusingly.

"Why don't you ask me what you want to ask me, Mom," I sighed.

"Did you follow through on your desire to have her the way you should have the first time?"

I smiled slightly as I stared at the bubbling bacon.

"Mom, it was amazing. I don't regret our little adventure in the shower together, but this was something else entirely."

She sipped her coffee as I told her detail by detail how the evening went. She asked questions that seemed almost obligatory given the story I was telling her. We took turns asking questions after I was done with the story. I would ask questions, analyzing what Amy said and Mom would ask questions about my thoughts during the encounter. She seemed to inch closer to me as we talked. I finished preparing breakfast and made the egg sandwiches. Mom put them on plates and went over to the table.

"Did you hear anything unusual last night?" she asked out of the blue.

I took a bite of my sandwich and nodded.

"Do you know what it was?" she asked naively.

"The front door was slammed, Mom. Want to tell me what that was about?" I asked, taking another bite.

"Not really, but I'm afraid I have to. Did Amy say anything to you?" she asked, looking down at her coffee again.

"She said Dad changed his mind in the middle of everything. She said he hurt her feelings on his way out of her room. She came to my room crying."

A feeling of anger began to rear its ugly head. First, he hurt Amy and then Mom. It was an assumption based on how subordinate she was being with me in approaching this subject.

She took a bite of her sandwich and sipped her coffee before diving headfirst into her explanation.

"He came into our room not long after you left. He was upset. I can tell you that he hurt Amy's feelings unintentionally. I asked him what was wrong, and we talked about his feelings over everything. I was surprised at how he felt considering everything that had transpired up to that point."

"I'm surprised, as well," I said.

She nodded before continuing.

"Well, he talked to me about my feelings for what you and I did in bed. I honestly told him I liked spending intimate time with you. He asked me if I wanted to keep doing it and said I did."

She paused there and looked at me. I assumed she was trying to see if I reciprocated her thoughts. I only nodded in order to avoid distractions from the important conversation.

"He got mad and asked why I wanted to keep doing it. I told him that he seemed ok with it from the start and we argued about that. We both agreed that it was intense from the start. He told me that as the dust settled, he found he wasn't as into it as he thought he would be. That's when he told me he wanted everything to go back to the way it was."

I finished my sandwich and wiped my face.

"What did he say about me and Amy," I asked, not even sure if I wanted the answer.

She looked at me like she felt sorry for me, "He wants that to stop as well."

The anger brewing inside me grew.

"I'm not going to," I said defiantly.

"I don't want you to."

"What made him storm off?" I asked.

"Exactly what I just said. I told him you two were consenting adults and you could do what you wanted. He got mad at me again for defending you two and asked if I thought what you were doing was ok. Then I got mad at him for even asking me that. I accused him of being a hypocrite for asking that minutes after he had his dick inside his daughter. I guess that put him over the edge. He demanded that I support his decision and that he would be back in the morning for my answer."

"Where did he go all night?" I asked.

She shrugged. I felt like everything was falling apart.

"What's going to happen when he gets back?"

"I don't know, Jordan. I'm not going to lie to him and say I've told you to stop when not only do I not believe you have to but also because I don't believe you would."

"We won't." I said defiantly again.

"I know, Jordan," she said in her motherly tone, "I don't know what he will do when I tell him that we need to talk about it all over again. Maybe he will have spent the night cooling down and will come back open minded once again?" she hoped out loud.

Mom finished her breakfast and gathered the plates and dishes as I contemplated all that information. I wanted to leave right then and take Amy with me, but I needed to let everything play out and go from there. As I continued thinking, I looked up to see Mom leaning over the sink. The horny teenager inside me took over and I could feel my dick begin to rise.

I stood up and dropped my shorts, releasing my hard rod out to the open air. I stepped lightly until I was behind Mom and reached around her, immediately opening the top of her robe.

"Oh!" she said as she leaned forward a little more than she already was. "Are you sure this is the right time? What if your father comes home?"

I lifted the bottom of her robe and bunched it up on her lower back. I intentionally did not answer her.

"No panties, Mom?"

"I hoped you would fuck me this morning, baby."

"I'm glad to make your dreams come true," I said as I positioned her head of my dick at her pussy and slowly pushed in.

"Oh fuck, baby! Push it in faster!" she begged me.

I pushed all the way inside her and held steady for a moment. Mom wiggled her hips and began to push back on me. I was mildly surprised that she was wet considering the conversation we had wasn't really a motor-starter.

"Let me set the pace," she said looking back at me.

I stood there and watched her rock back and forth on me. Her juices coated my dick and I could see a white substance building up as well. Mom was really enjoying it. She moved a hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit as my dick moved slowly in and out of her. I began to run my hands up and down her back and she softly moaned.

This remained the case for several minutes when there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Amy standing next to me wearing a sizeable smile. She leaned in to kiss me and whisper in my ear.

"Ask Mom what she would do if I woke up and came in here. I'll stand behind you."

"I wonder if Amy is going to be up soon. She'll come in here and catch us," I said.

"You act like that would be a bad thing. Has she changed her mind about me?" Mom asked.

Amy began to carefully run her nails down my back.

"Not at all. What do you think she would do if she walked in?" I asked.

"She would probably watch for a while as she looked for a way to interject herself. She's not selfish so she wouldn't steal your dick away from me," she said, thinking out loud. "Mmmmm, I would want her between my legs as you fucked me."

"I like the sound of that. Her tongue could work your clit and my shaft as it moves in and out of you." I said, agreeing with Mom.

Amy whispered in my ear, "Pull her back away from the counter a bit so I can fit in."

I put my hands on Mom's hips and pulled her away from the counter as Amy took off her shirt and panties. She moved around me and put her hand on Mom's back.

"Well, in that --" Amy started.

"Amy! Shit! You scared the fuck out of me!" she said, ushering in a giggle fit from both girls.

I slipped out of Mom as she lurched forward after being surprised by Amy. Mom tapped the countertop and Amy perched herself on top.

"I thought you wanted me between your legs?" Amy said sarcastically. It warranted no reply.

Mom spread Amy's legs and dove in. I locked eyes with Amy as I slowly re-entered my mother. I replaced my hands on her hips and took control. We all gave into the lust that had permeated the air around us since the day I asked Mom for a blowjob. Amy tossed her head back and groaned as Mom moaned into Amy's pussy. It was an experience that described the life I wanted to move forward with.

Sex had been an obsession that filled the void where friends, sports, and other teenage activities would normally fill inside me. The whole thing started because of a known quirk in my personality and while that was quickly on the mend, it helped me get to where I was. I would not have changed it, despite the new family developments.

Individual or simultaneous climaxes were imminent until there was a loud crash outside. We should have recognized the obvious, but we were shocked by the sound and vibration of the walls surrounding the kitchen. Amy leaped off the counter and Mom quickly turned around. Both girls were looking at me for an answer. I looked at them and shrugged.

The next thing I knew, the door to the garage flew open and Dad literally stumbled in. He tripped over the top step in the mudroom and fell into the Kitchen. He spilled the contents of his hands all over the floor. Amy took off, running out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hall. Mom got in front of me, brave as she was. Her robe fell back down and covered her nether region, but her tits were still hanging out of the top.

"Get behind me, Jordan," she whispered.

I did as she asked only to attempt to hide my still hard dick. It wasn't fast enough.

"I guess you made your decision," he slurred. Apparently, he had gone out and got drunk all night. He must have driven home drunk and misjudged his speed and distance calculations as he attempted to park.

"And you ... you motherfucker," he started. The irony of the double entendre wasn't lost on him as he began to drunkenly laugh. He stood and began to approach Mom. I couldn't determine if his intent was to get to Mom or myself, but I moved out in front of her.

"This isn't your fight, boy. I gave her a choice, and this is how she behaves," he said.

"The choice was yours, Dad. You involved yourself in this when you could have just let it go. You participated in it. Who are you to get mad and try to stop something that you were in complete agreeance with from damn near the beginning?" I said with my finger right in his face, my tone escalating with each work and my pride overflowing. I almost immediately regretted taking the tone I did with him. He had never raised a hand to anyone in this house, but he was never in the situation he was in.

I watched his eyes search through his flawed rationale and blurred vision. He suddenly reacted to his determination. He retracted his shoulder and his fist began to fly through the air.

- 17 -

It was too late for me to react. He connected with the side of my head before I could effectively dodge him. He knocked me to the floor. Mom quickly knelt by me and asked if I was ok. Dad lost his balance when his center of gravity was suddenly thrown off. He fell forward and hit his head against the countertop. He didn't get up before I left the kitchen.

I got up quickly and snatched up the keys to his car and ran to my room. Mom must have known my intention since she quickly followed. I slammed my door behind me and quickly got dressed. I gathered the important things I needed that could fit in my pockets and opened the door. Amy and Mom were outside my door begging me not to leave.

"I have my phone and my wallet, when you're done with him, let me know and I will tell you where I'm going," I said in a rush. My head was clouded with uncertainty as I didn't have the first clue as to where to go, how to get there, or what I would do when I got there. I intended to go alone and get Amy to me as soon as possible, but I looked over at her.

Her hands were covering her mouth and nose. Her eyes were bloodshot red and filled with tears. Her stare was focused directly on me. Her eyes moved wherever mine did. She was scared out of her mind and I knew I couldn't leave her. I looked at her and I looked at Mom. I pulled them both into my room and closed the door.

"Amy, you're coming with me. Go get the most important things you have. No, I don't know where we're going. I'm going to call the phone company on our way and get our own plan. I will keep my number, but Amy will change hers."

I was on fire. For someone who had no idea what his next move was, I was barking commands and plans as if I had planning my escape for months.

"Mom, do you have my phone number memorized?" I asked, shifting my intense gaze to her.

She nodded as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"When you're ready to join us, and I want you to, call me and I will get you to where we will be. I would tell you now, but like I said, I don't know where we're going. You can't stop this. I will not give up Amy and I will not leave her here with him!" I said, pointing in the general direction of the kitchen.

"Amy, please go get your things and close the door behind you. Stay in your room and I will come get you when we're leaving, ok?"

She nodded and leaned in to kiss me. I returned the kiss and she let a small smile escape her lips. She turned and left the room, closing the door as I asked. When I turned back to Mom, she looked like she was waiting for me to tell her what to do.

"Mom, this is going to sound weird, but are you still able to have kids?"

She looked confused. There was no other way I could ask the question, so I tried a different angle.

"I'd like to give you reason to come back to me."

She still wasn't getting it. I approached her and flung open her robe and pushed it over her shoulders. It fell to the floor as I pushed her backwards towards my bed. Mom got the picture and began to fumble with my pants. I kicked my shoes off and nearly tripped onto the bed when I stumbled over my pants that were bunched up at my ankles. Mom laid on the bed and opened her legs for me.

I slowly positioned myself at her hole and pushed in.

"Amy begged me to put a baby in her last night, Mom. I want to put one in you, too," I whispered in her ear as I buried myself all the way in her.

"You don't need to do that to make sure I come back to you, baby. I don't mind, though. Now, fuck me, stud and do your best to give me another child."

I would have enjoyed having more time with Mom, but I didn't need Dad busting through the door again and hitting me again. Mom put her hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into her when I pushed.

"Cum inside my pussy, baby. We don't have much time," she whispered to me.

I picked up my pace as I felt the familiar feeling begin to brew inside me.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Mom," I whispered back.

"Push all the way in, Jordan. Leave it there as you pump your seed into me. I'll squeeze my muscles and massage it all out of you."

"Now!" I said as I pushed in and felt the first jet of sperm shoot inside her. She pulled me deeper into her and I could feel her tighten her vaginal muscles around my dick.

"I can feel you squirting inside me, Jordan!"

"I'm sorry I have to le --" I started to say.

"I'll rejoin you as soon as I can, I promise! Just ... don't go far, please?"

Mom wrapped her legs loosely around me and I laid on her, pulling her face closer to mine.

"I need to go somewhere, Mom. Somewhere we can start our lives together and somewhere you can start over. Start over, but with us."

I kissed Mom again and held my hand out for her to help her off the bed.

"I think I'm going to lay here for a while," she said, looking longingly at me. It seemed she didn't care to go help Dad right away.

"I love you, Mom. We'll keep in touch."

I got dressed in the same clothes I had on and headed to the door. I opened it, looked back at Mom and went to Amy's room. She had gathered her things and stuffed them in her purse and pockets. She quickly joined me at the door and took my hand tightly in hers.

"Do you know what you're doing?" she asked.

I thought for a moment, "No."

She moved into the door frame and turned to me.

"Why am I going with you, Jordan?" she said in a tone that suggested an ultimatum was coming.

"I intend to take care of you, Amy, and I intend to do that away from here. You're scared and I want to take you away from the source of it. That's what I want, Amy, but you don't have to come with me."

She measured my response and moved to the side.

"We need to go then," she said.

We walked out of the same door that Dad fell through. I took a moment to look at him and considered the events that got us here.

"Jordan! Let's go!" Amy said from inside the garage.

So much had happened and the last several days and our lives were forever changed because of it. I walked out the door and closed it quietly behind me. I wasn't angry anymore. I was happy that everything turned out exactly how it did. I was leaving to start my life with the only person I wanted to share it with. I grabbed a few items that fell when Dad stumbled in the door. I thought about taking his cash and maybe a credit to use until he realized it was missing, but it would only enflame things with Mom.

When I got outside, I was able to survey the damage the car caused crashing into the garage door. The door was destroyed, but the car's bumper was the only casualty. I remote started the car and Amy got into the passenger side after tossing some of her things into the back seat. I hopped in and put the car in reverse, backing away from the door. The sound of the garage door shifting and ultimately falling to the garage floor was loud and likely attracted the attention of the neighbors. That is, if the original crash didn't.

I drove out of town as I called the phone company and took the first steps in setting up our new lives.

"Check to make sure your signal works by pulling up your map," I told Amy.

She tapped her way to the map application, and I saw it narrow down our position.

"Good, it works. Now, figure out where we're going," I said, turning to look at her.

She snapped her head at me with a huge smile on her face. I knew giving her an active part in starting our new life would make her happy. Her fingers danced across the screen of her phone, pinching and spreading the screen, and swiping left and right.

"Take I-95 south and I'll let you know where to go later when I find out," she said, still looking at her screen. She spent the next two hours switching between her browser and her maps. Out of nowhere, she spoke.

"What were you and Mom doing in your room after I left?" she said without looking up at me.

I went back and forth in my head about how to answer her. I went over the merits of telling her the truth or some other dreamt up story. Apparently, I had taken too long.

"Did you fuck Mom?" she asked, still not looking away from her phone.

"I did," I admitted.

"Tell me about it?" she asked, now looking at me.

"Well, I wanted to give her a reason to come find us again."

She turned and looked at me with the corner of her mouth upturned in a slight grin.

"Maybe with some luck, she'll show up at our door in the next nine months," I said, staring straight ahead.

Amy punched my arm.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" She said with a spreading smile, "Tell me everything!"

"You know what I did," I said with a slight grin.

She reached over and began to massage my dick through my pants. She stroked it slightly as she asked me again to tell her what happened.

"After you left, I asked if she was still able to have another kid. It all happened so fast, I don't remember what she said, but I pushed her robe off her and backed her up to the bed."

Amy had unzipped my shorts and pulled my dick out and what stroking it as I spoke.

"It was more like a quickie than anything else. She was already wet, so I pushed right in."

"So, you intended to get Mom pregnant?" she asked.

I nodded. She leaned over and put me in her mouth just a little.

"Amy, I don't think I'm going to be able to cum again so soon," I informed her.

"We'll see about that. Tell me everything you felt."

"Well, I pushed in slowly. She's not as tight as you, but tight enough. The excitement of fucking Mom in my bed while Dad was knocked out on the kitchen floor was wild. I felt every inch of her as I pushed in."

Amy began doing what she did best. I could tell by the way she used her hand and mouth together that she had every intention of making me cum quickly and swallowing it all.

"When I was all the way in, I just started pumping. There was no sweet talk or anything like that. She was into it, though. She pulled me in as hard as she could when I pushed in and repeated that over and over until I felt what I feel right now," I said, informing her that despite my initial complaint, she was right.

"I kept pumping her until I knew it was imminent. I told her I was about to cum."

"When you're going to cum, focus on the road! Don't close your eyes and get us into a wreck. This would be hard to explain to the cops!" Amy said, quickly stroking me before wrapping her lips around me again.

"She told me to cum in her pussy. 'Put a baby in me, Jordan' she said. I pushed in and felt every shot of cum that went inside her."

I embellished a bit to get a little more excitement into the situation. It was enough because I erupted into Amy's mouth soon after I got done describing the events that took place before we left. She slurped down all I gave her and squeezed me with her mouth, cleaning me as best she could.

I exhaled loudly and caught my breath while I focused on the road and she tucked everything back in. She leaned up and kissed me, turning my head to meet her lips. I shifted my eyes as far left as I could to maintain view of the road. I could taste myself on her lips. She released me and whispered something in my ear.

"Let's go to Cincinnati."

"Lead the way!" I said happily.

She picked our new home and I was happy to be on the way. We had to stop for the night before we both fell asleep. We drove around a small town just off the interstate until we finally found one with a vacancy. I pulled the car into a spot just in front of the door and we went in to get some rest. We didn't have any night clothes and we had to wear what we had on until we got to where we were going.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Amy. We took nothing with us and have to literally start from nothing. This hotel is going to eat through a bit of our money which means I will need to find work immediately upon arriving there. I'm not sure how we're going to live for a while until we have enough to set up a proper home."

She approached me and wrapped her arms around me.

"We'll figure it out together, Jordan. It's part of the adventure. Do you know what else is?" she asked me.

I shook my head, not sure where she was going.

"Shower sex. Now get out of these clothes. You're going to fuck me in the shower, then on this bed."

I smiled and began removing my clothes and she followed suite. I followed her to the bathroom, watching her butt the entire way. She looked over her shoulder at me as she turned to go into the bathroom and giggled as she caught me staring at her ass.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, entering the bathroom.

When I turned the corner, she was standing there facing me.

"Would you like to fuck me there?" she asked.

My eyes opened wide.

"I've been waiting for a few days to ask you to do that. I'm glad I did. What we enjoyed at home meant more to me. Now, let's get in the shower and give it a try, shall we?"

I smiled and nodded as she turned the water on and adjusted the hot water. She stepped in first and I followed. My dick was rising the whole time as we spent the first moments getting wet and wiping each other down. She would stroke my dick and I would gently rub my finger in her slit, getting her wet. I remembered the videos and how that education seemed to work on Mom and went with that plan.

When she was ready, she turned and faced the wall, putting her hands on the tile.

"Be careful, I've only had my fingers in there and even then, not very deep," she informed me.

"I did this with Mom yesterday, so I kind of have an idea," I admitted.

She quickly swiveled her head around and looked at me.

"That bitch!" she said jokingly.

I laughed and told her I was Mom's first anal experience and that both my favorite girls got to provide me with two firsts."

The expression on her face told me she was ok with that.

"It's pretty hot, though," she said, turning to look straight again.

"And tight," I added as I began to push into her ass.

The water flowed over her head and down her back. I watched it stream down the small of her back, over her ass and asshole. While it looked hot, it was washing away whatever natural lubricant was there.

"I don't think this is going to work,' I said, staring at my dick pointing right at her ass. "I'd like to finish up here and maybe go for round two of what we started last night?"

She turned her head and smiled at me before turning around. She looked around for shampoo or body soap and found the small bottle and bar provided by the hotel. She handed me both.

"Wash me!" she said happily as she turned around again.

I smiled and shook my head in mock disbelief, and I began soaping her up. I started at her shoulders and let my fingers glide down her soapy back and over her ass. I slid my hands between her legs to wash her thighs and let them drift up and gently move back and forth. Her breath caught in her throat and she braced herself against the wall.

"I'm going to take you out of here soaking wet. Yes, in every way. I'm going to slide inside you and feel you work your muscles as we make a baby. I'm going to put our son or daughter in your belly, and you know what else?"

"What else," she wined submissively.

"You're going to beg me for it," I said confidently.

It dawned on me that I had become bold and empowered with Mom and Amy in the last few days. I became the man they never thought I could be, despite everyone knowing that at no point did I step outside of my comfort zone. I was still the scared little boy inside that they grew to love.

I took her out of the shower and passed the towels without snatching one. I shoved her onto the bed and slid between her legs, my eyes inches from hers.

"What do you want, Amy?"

"To be one with you, Jordan. It's all I ever wanted. You're all I'll ever want."

"Let's take the next step, Amy."

***

Amy and Jordan continued their way to Cincinnati. They slowly made progress towards building their lives. For every three steps forward, they took two steps back. It was months before they got their own apartment after having to pay back the initial loan they took out to get established in their new city. They bought cheap furniture from their local buy, sell, and trade Facebook group and took donations from new friends.

Just as they moved into their apartment, they learned Amy was pregnant. They were going to have a daughter. They had kept in touch with their Mother over the months as she took steps to close the previous chapter in her life. They kept her up to date at every step they took on their way except their newest and happiest revelation. It was finally time for her to rejoin her children.

Nearly eight months after they left home, a knock came at their door. They had prepared for her to come, but she never revealed when that would be. Jordan and Amy wondered if she would show up with as big a belly as Amy had. When they answered the door, they found out.

***

"Mom! You're here!" Amy said excitedly, jumping up and down as best she could while throwing the screen door open.

Jordan smiled brightly seeing his mother for the first time in nearly a year. His mother hugged Amy tight and gazed at her son as she did. Melissa released her daughter and went to hug Jordan. Her hands gently rubbed his back as she felt him getting harder between them.

"No, I'm not pregnant, but I wouldn't mind if we kept trying."


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