Chapter 4

As expected, Stacy Martin found the house empty when she arrived after the amazing orientation day. The Program started on Monday! Her brother was doubtless doing something having to do with the Program. She really was very proud of him. He had a full membership in the committee steering the entire Program. She knew he had primary responsibility for the computer database that would be used to control the process of matching sponsors and concubines.

She made her way to her own room and flopped onto her bed. Pride wasn't the only feeling she was having for her brother. Sure, she loved him; he was her brother. They got along a lot better than her friends did with their brothers. He had asked her to be his concubine! Mom had agreed to go with him! Lately, the feeling for her brother that she had the most, was *lust*. She envisioned Michael atop Mom, her legs wrapped around his body as they pounded their pelvises together. She saw herself sitting close by, nude, attacking her tits with one hand and furiously rubbing her pussy with the other.

This was too much for her. She tore her clothes off and began jilling madly. Alone in the house, she made no effort to muffle her grunts and cries. The scene in her head and the response in her body both peaked time after time. A long, powerful orgasm shook her body and she keened her pleasure. Exhausted and spent, she lay still, recovering.

When she had regained her senses, she saw Michael standing stock-still in her wide-open doorway. She was paralyzed, watching him watch her. "That was incredible," he whispered. "You are so beautiful! I will treasure this moment for my whole life."

"I thought I was alone," she softly said. She raised herself up on her elbows. "Either give me my clothes, or take off your own clothes."

After a brief hesitation, he began to shed his clothes right where he stood. When he was done, he stood up straight, his rigid cock pointing right at her. "I didn't mean to surprise you. I hope I was the star of that fantasy."

She blushed and nodded her head. "You and Mom, with me on the side, watching and wanking." He seemed intent on remaining where he stood. "I have only a little experience, you know. Some hand jobs, and two blowjobs. But it was always dark, and we were always in a hurry. I've felt and tasted, but I've never really *seen* a boy's equipment. I've never let anyone see me, or touch my pussy."

He seemed to make a decision. He moved slowly forward, his arms at his sides. He stopped with his legs against her bed, his cock straining directly at her. After a moment, she turned on her side, facing him. She slowly brought her hand towards his cock. When she was nearly touching him, she asked, "Can I touch it?" He nodded assent. Her hand enveloped his cock and she slowly, gently stroked his length. She hefted his balls, gently rolling them in her hands. She caressed the head of his cock, spreading the lubrication all over it.

She drew her foot up towards her, spreading her legs and exposing her sex to his view. She looked at his face and found him intently studying her pussy. Without really thinking about it, she moved close to him and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She held herself still for a moment, looking at her brother's face. The look he had was priceless: shock, excitement and a dozen other emotions all rolled into one. She began bobbing on his cock. It only took a few seconds before jets of his spunk flooded her mouth. She continued sucking until he had finished. She pulled herself away from him, looked him in the eye, opened her mouth to show him the pool of white on her tongue, and finally made a show of swallowing. She smiled beatifically. Michael's eyes were like saucers. He was speechless.

"Will you let me do that to you?" he was finally able to ask. She lay there for a moment, watching him. Without answering, she scooted herself down to the end of the bed, her legs hanging over. She propped herself up on her elbows again, the better to watch the first person in the world at her most secret place.

He moved mechanically down to the end of the bed, facing her. He slowly went to his knees, his face right in front of her glistening pussy. He found the nerve to put his hands on her knees and slowly moved up toward the junction of her legs. His eyes were locked on her swollen lips the entire time. When he had nearly reached the top, he began switching his gaze from her snatch to her eyes, and back. Anticipating his yet-unasked question, she simply nodded 'yes'. Using his index fingers, he gently ran them on both sides of her slit from bottom to top. She took one of his fingers and gently ran it over her clit. "That's my clitoris," she said, "the most sensitive part -- at least while I'm still a virgin."

He slowly brought his head forward and inhaled deeply, pleasure written all over his face. He extended his tongue and followed the path his fingers had just taken. He went from bottom to top on one side. He circled, but didn't touch, her clit, then moved down the other side. On the next pass, he went up directly in the middle. He briefly felt the entrance to her body on his way by. This time when he reached the top, he went right over her clit. She shuddered.

"Tell me how to do it," he whispered.

"No one has ever done that to me," she breathed. "I don't know how to tell you. Keep doing what you're doing, please. Oh, please, keep doing that. Do it harder. Do it faster. Don't stop."

So he let his enthusiasm stand in for experience. He was attentive to the sounds she made, the way she moved, the halting, gasping words of instruction she used. Somehow, he sensed that she was near her release. He gently but firmly attacked her clit, licking and sucking for all he was worth. Suddenly, she grasped his head with both of her hands and tried to force his face all the way inside her. She shook, and shuddered and jerked. Just as quickly, she relaxed her hands and fell back onto the bed, unconscious.

Michael was frightened. He thought he had hurt her. As he moved around toward her head, she regained consciousness. When she realized what had happened, she gasped. Seeing Michael's look of terror, she smiled at him. The smile quickly turned her face radiant. She held her arms out, beckoning him into a hug. Not yet sure she was all right, he tentatively joined her. She nearly crushed him with the intensity of her hug. He wasn't in good position to return the hug, so he just kept still until she relaxed her grip.

Finally, she pushed him far enough away from her that she could see his face. "Oh, my God, Michael. What did you do to me?" She was beaming. He looked bashful. "Michael, we've just had oral sex with each other, and we've never kissed. Kiss me, Michael, please."

And so he did. He lowered his face to hers, hesitated briefly just a fraction of an inch from her lips, and kissed her. Softly at first, and tentatively. He felt her tongue on his lips, inviting his into her mouth. They continued the kiss for a long time. Finally, he pulled back far enough to look into her eyes. They gazed at each other. Presently, she looked down at his mouth. She saw the glistening of her own juices. She leaned up and licked his mouth clean.

"That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me," he breathed.

"For me, too," she whispered. She looked past her brother at the clock on her dresser, and the spell was broken. "Oh, my gosh, I've got to get dinner started. Please let me up!"

They quickly dressed. Without a word, he followed her into the kitchen. He washed up right after she finished washing hands and turned to her, wordlessly seeking instructions.

Jenny Martin was nearly home. It was Friday, thank God, and she had the weekend ahead of her. Stepping through the back door, she found Stacy and Michael making dinner. She greeted them and found them to be in excellent spirits. She wondered about Michael helping, but didn't ask.

Instead, she decided she deserved a glass of wine. She didn't really drink very much. She had earned a reward today. She poured herself a glass and retired to her room.

Today had been the first day since Tuesday that she had been able to focus on her work. Michael's offer on Tuesday evening had bowled her over. She had been almost completely unable to think of anything else since then. Her work had piled up terribly. Today, finally, she had been able to force herself to stay on task. She had torn through her work like a whirlwind. She was quite proud of herself and basked in the sense of satisfaction.

In her room, she undressed down to her panties and lay down on the bed for a short rest. Not trusting herself, she kept her hands outstretched, well away from her body. Her fantasies had become almost irresistible. She could only stay on her bed for a short while before she had to choose between getting up or...

She rose with a sigh. She grabbed her robe, tied the cord, collected her wine and headed back to the kitchen. She found Stacy and Michael having a gay old time fixing dinner. She settled herself at the breakfast bar and watched the antics in front of her. "You two are in unusually high spirits. Why is that?"

Jenny missed the significant Look that passed between her children. "We had an amazing day today," chirped Stacy. "They gave us orientation for the CAP improvement program. It's gonna be really hard, both physically and academically. But we're gonna do great, aren't we Michael?"

"We sure are," said Michael. "Jean, err Mrs. Stevens, told us that, in every place in town, in every sense of the word, we are now adults. One of the ways we're supposed to act like adults is that we're supposed to use first names for 'real' adults like Mrs. Stevens and Dr. Waters. Jean said that that the community had conferred adulthood on us as an expression of trust and respect. We, in turn, owe the community our honor and respect."

Jenny was taken aback for a moment. It only took her a brief moment to recover. She was planning -- and preparing -- to take her son to bed. "Well then, my two favorite young adults, would you care for a glass of wine?"

Stacy and Michael were delighted. Both took to heart Jenny's warning that they would deeply regret overindulgence. Both began to feel the effect after consuming less than half a glass of wine. Jenny was swept up in the near euphoria imbued by her children. Their cheerful banter continued right through dinner.

Michael and Stacy shared their thoughts and feelings about the program. Stacy squawked about them having to strip and swim a lap in the nude. Michael added that the co-ed teams would locker -- and shower -- together as well. Jenny was at first scandalized. The fact that the instructors would be swimming and showering with them was of little comfort. Her concern was finally assuaged when Michael pointed out that it was a subtle but important element of the adulthood conferred on them. It was a matter of honor that they behave themselves. It was a matter of maturity to concentrate on the important matters and look past the exciting but otherwise unimportant nudity. It was a matter of obedience and humiliation that they could be stripped any time, any place.

Finally, the kids ran out of steam about their day. The three sat in amiable silence for a time. Jenny refilled all of their glasses.

"Mom, Jenny, I want to say something to you." He paused for a moment, looking in her eyes. He took another small sip of his wine. "Just because it has always been out of bounds for me to make any remark about your physique, doesn't mean that I have never noticed. I think you are a very beautiful woman. I love to look at your butt. You have great legs. You know I appreciate your breasts. You look even better without a bra. I already told you that I am very much attracted to you. I told you to take all the time you need. When you are ready, I will be very, very glad."

She was radiant. Words would not come, but tears of joy trailed down her cheeks. She ignored the tears and simply gazed lovingly into his eyes.

"There is more, please," Michael continued. "I don't want Stacy to decide yet whether to be in our family. This program might put her in with the man who really fills her heart. I love Stacy very much. I know you love her, too. There will be a spot for Stacy if she wants to be with me, to be with us.

"I already am allowed to take you plus two more concubines. You know I have a CAP score of 6.8. I intend to work very hard in this program. It is entirely possible that my score will increase to 7.0 or even higher. If that happens, then I will be allowed yet another two concubines.

"The point I'm trying to make is this: even if Stacy decides to join us, even if my CAP score doesn't increase to 7, at least one woman will be joining us. If Stacy doesn't choose to be with us, and if my CAP score does increase, then four women must be selected. I would like you to begin to think about who you would like to have in your home with us. Who you would like to have in your bed. Who you would like to have sex with."

Jenny was poleaxed.

Michael smiled ruefully. "I don't know whether we should talk about this more tonight or not. You at least need some time to recover your wits. How about you and Stacy adjourn to the living room while I clean up the kitchen. Talk to Stacy about it if you want to. I'd sure appreciate Stacy's thoughts for myself. When I finish in the kitchen, I'll join you in the living room."

Michael finished his chore and rejoined his mother and sister in the living room, wine bottle in hand. As he had the other night, he stopped behind his mother seated on the sofa. He leaned in and delivered a gentle but firm kiss to her cheek. He kept his face close to hers. "I love you very much," he whispered. After a pause, he said, "Remember what happened last time?" She nodded slightly, and a tiny smile crossed her face. "It's your turn. Show me your tits, Jenny."

She visibly shuddered. She remained stock still for some time. Then she untied the belt of her robe and slowly pulled it open. Michael planted another kiss on her cheek. "Damn, you are beautiful!"

He walked around the sofa, refreshed all of the wineglasses and sat down, facing both his mother and sister. Nothing was said for quite a while. Finally, Michael said "Stacy, don't you think it's rude of us not to match Jenny's state of dress?"

With a sly grin, Stacy pulled her shirt off, followed by her shorts. Michael followed suit.

"Mom, you have great tits!" Stacy blushed. "I wish I had tits like yours."

Michael grinned. "First, Stace, you probably will have tits just like Jenny when you've matured. For my own part, your tits are really great already." Stacy blushed.

"Second, in a few months, you probably can have any kind of tits you want, thanks to Confederacy technology." Stacy's eyes lit up, as though that hadn't dawned on her before.

"Third, somehow, saying 'Mom' in the same sentence as 'you have great tits' doesn't seem at all right. It is very possible that you two will share my bed for the rest of your lives." That drew still another shudder from Jenny.

"I think, Stace, you either have to start calling her 'Jenny', or stop pointing out that Jenny's awesome tits are hanging out." That got a chuckle from both Jenny and Stacy.

"Which smoothly brings us back to the topic at hand," smirked Michael. "I want you, Jenny, to answer first, but I'd also like to hear from you, Stace. Jenny, tell us who you'd choose to share our bed?"

"My God, Michael," Jenny breathed, "this is surreal." Trying to gather some control, she took her time having a sip of her wine. "I mean, I'm sitting here in just my panties, with my two children dressed the same, and you're asking me who I want to share our bed. This is beyond the wildest fantasy I've ever dreamed."

As he sat back, his boner was very evident in his underwear. So was a growing wet spot where his dick obviously ended. "I think you're leaking," chuckled Stacy, pointing at his crotch.

"So I am," grinned Michael. I bet I'm not the only one, am I? Jenny, show us the wet spot in your panties."

Again she shuddered. This time a low moan escaped her as well. As she opened her knees and lay back against the sofa to comply, her body went on autopilot. She thrust her hips toward the cock she so desperately needed, but wasn't there. A powerful orgasm obviously swept through her body. Sweat poured freely. Stacy and Michael saw her zoned out.

"You weren't wrong about the wet spot in her panties," observed Stacy. "They're soaked. I bet her robe is getting wet by now."

"Her panties are great," said Michael. "When they get wet, they become almost transparent. Stacy, show us the wet spot in your panties." Stacy grinned and threw open her knees. The obvious wet spot was already large, and sure to grow if the antics continued.

"It looks like Jenny needs a bit to recover her senses," grinned Michael. "I've never had so much fun. No one has touched her, and she's blissed out."

"You did touch her," giggled Stacy, "with your lips. She's got her own lips open, waiting for their own kiss." Stacy was pointing to Jenny's twat.

"I want her panties. I want to suck her juices, and swallow," said Michael.

"Michael," Stacy said coyly, "when I did the wash, I found Mom's panties full of a fresh load of your spunk. I licked it all off."

Jenny screamed and went into convulsions. Michael and Stacy both wore evil grins. "Stacy, we were just made adults today. We're supposed to act responsibly. Instead, we've turned Jenny into a quivering mass of Jell-O. We should let Jenny regain some composure. Let's talk about our own situations for a while."

Stacy rose and went over to her mother. "These panties aren't doing her any good. We can see right through them. They can't hold any more moisture. She might even be a little cooler without them." With that, she reached for the waistband of Jenny's panties. Grasping them, she waited for Jenny to lift her hips, then slowly pulled them down Jenny's legs and off.

"This is too good an opportunity to pass up," said Michael. "I've seen lots of dicks in the locker room. I want to see if your pussies look the same." Delighted, Stacy stepped out of her own panties and sat down on the couch next to Jenny, knees spread.

Michael went to his knees right in front of Jenny's pussy. Jenny tried to follow his motion with glazed eyes. "Hmmm," he whispered, "I see. She smells wonderful. Should I taste her?" Stacy vigorously nodded. Michael flattened his tongue and licked Jenny's clit. Jenny suddenly snatched two handfuls of Michael's hair and pulled him powerfully to her crotch. Michael licked and sucked for all he was worth. Jenny's iron grip held him on target, but the target was bucking wildly. Suddenly, she released his hair and fell back, unconscious.

"Wow, I think she passed out," Michael whispered. "Have you ever seen that before?" He winked at Stacy, who had passed out earlier that afternoon.

"I think she liked it," giggled Stacy. "You haven't compared us yet. Come over here. You can examine me at your leisure. But then I want you to give me an orgasm again."

And so he did. He positioned himself on his knees in front of her. "Come here," she said, grabbing both sides of his face and bringing her face towards him. "You have Jenny all over your face. Let me clean you so you can tell the difference." With that, she began to lick his chin and all around his mouth. "Mmmm, Jenny's pussy tastes good. OK, you're done."

"Hmmm," said Michael quietly while he examined Stacy's pussy, "You look much alike but not exactly the same. Let's take this slow so we don't disturb Jenny while she recovers." He arranged her legs over his shoulders and placed his hands near the tops of her thighs, fingers pointing at her pussy. He proceeded to deliver a repeat performance of the tongue-lashing Stacy had received earlier. This time, however, the pace was languid. He alternated using his flattened tongue from bottom to top with a pointed tongue pressed as deeply into her cleft as possible. He explored the opening to her womb. He found the passage blocked.

"That's my cherry," whispered Stacy. "I want you to make me a woman. But not yet. Not before Mom/Jenny." He smiled and nodded agreement before going back to his work. This time he took the time to fully explore her clit, and the hood that covered and protected it. "It only comes out right before I cum," she whispered. He nodded again and resumed licking and sucking. He sensed that she was approaching her peak. He somehow managed to keep her balanced there, almost but not quite over the edge.

Jenny's hand snaked out and collected Stacy's hand. Stacy looked over at her mother and saw her wan smile. Jenny squeezed Stacy's hand. Seeing that, Michael pounced on Stacy's clit, sucking and lashing it with his tongue. Stacy exploded into a powerful orgasm. When it was over, she lay back limply. Michael kept up his licking, but very gently. The sensation was finally too much for Stacy. She smiled but pushed him away from her pussy.

He moved back to his seat. He looked from one to the other, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

"You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?" Jenny whispered. He just kept grinning. "Turn-about is fair play," she said softly. "You've got Stacy all over your face. Bring it here so I can taste her." He brought his face right in front of hers. She reached up with both hands and wrapped them around the back of his head. First, she licked his face clean. Then, she kissed him, a slow, loving kiss that promised passion. She pushed his face far enough away so that they could look into each other's eyes. They stayed that way until she realized that his back hurt from the uncomfortable position. Before she let him go and he returned to his seat, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. His still hard cock sprang loose.

She turned her gaze to her daughter and collected her hand again. "If I had any bones in my body, I'd kiss you the same way," she whispered. Stacy summoned the energy to bring herself over to share gentle, loving, open-mouthed kisses with her own mother, kisses that promised more in the future. Stacy's energy ran out and she returned to her stretched out position on the sofa next to Jenny. They moved their gazes from each other to Michael and back again.

"Did you hear what I asked him?" Stacy softly asked her. Jenny nodded. "Will you help him? Will you help us break my hymen?" Jenny simply smiled and nodded 'yes'. "Not before you," Stacy continued. "I want you to have Michael's cherry."

The three sat there in amiable silence for perhaps twenty minutes. Finally, Jenny sat up, moved back in her seat and took a sip of her wine. Stacy did the same.

"What did you talk about while I was cleaning the kitchen? You were both very aroused," said Michael.

"It wasn't so much what we talked about," answered Jenny, "but the scenes we had running in our heads."

"Neither one of us," added Stacy, "could muster the courage to admit we are attracted to each other."

"That was the most erotic experience I ever had," said Jenny, "and I didn't even get fucked."

"Well," smiled Stacy, "you didn't get fucked *yet*."

"I bet you look incredible when you're pregnant," smiled Michael, looking at his mother.

"You're starting again," Jenny wailed. "I haven't recovered from the last bout yet." They all chuckled. "I hope you like the way I look when I'm pregnant. I liked being pregnant. Well, the ninth month isn't much fun."

"I bet you liked *getting* pregnant the best," laughed Stacy.

Jenny smiled. "I do like sex. It's been a long time since your father left."

"We were a lot younger when dad left," said Michael. "I was thinking about this earlier. You know, I have never seen a shred of evidence that you had any sex drive at all. How did you do it?"

Jenny looked from Michael to Stacy and back again. "I suppose we're all adults now. I don't know if Stacy will be having your babies, Michael, but I bet you two will practice a lot. You may as well know about your dad and me.

"Your dad drove a logging truck for a living. The timber industry took a sharp downturn, and he got laid off. He was a truck driver, but there weren't any jobs that he could commute to from here. I didn't want to move. So he took a job with a long-haul trucking company.

"For a long time, he would be home for a few days every month or so. Then he told me he had taken on a partner, named Terry. He would still come home every so often, but the time between visits kept getting longer, and the length of each visit kept getting shorter. It wasn't very good between us when he was home, so I didn't question him coming home less and less.

"Finally, he called me one night. He was probably more than a little bit drunk. He told me about his partner. Terry was a nickname for Theresa. He bragged that he fucked her more than once a day -- a dozen times a week, I think he said. By then, they had been together for almost two years. I was devastated. He hasn't been home since. He didn't contest the divorce, but he hasn't paid a nickel of child support, ever."

"That explains a lot," said Michael. "But why didn't you ever start dating again?"

"Michael, you know how small this town is. After being dumped for another, I didn't feel at all attractive in the first place. I had two small children. I didn't think any man would take you on. I did not want to get involved with someone and have it not work out. You don't really know how vicious some people can be. So, I just didn't date. A lot of guys made a pass at me. When I never responded, they all gave up."

"So, how long has it been for you?" asked Stacy.

"Six years," answered Jenny sadly.

"And it has been three days since you agreed to make babies with Michael," said Stacy. "How have you been able to think of anything else? How did you manage not to rip your clothes off then and there?"

"I admit I was a mess," she said, "especially on Wednesday and Thursday. I hardly got any work done. Michael had meetings on Wednesday and Thursday evenings. I was finally able to bear down today and get almost caught up. I masturbated every night, a lot. I've had more orgasms this week than, well, I don't know how long. A long time."

Michael said, "We've done a lot, and said a lot already tonight. We've tasted both of your pussies. You've both decided to be my lovers. I think you'll be lovers with each other, too. I really would like to know what you both think I should do about at least one more woman. It would be up to four more women. Jenny, do you have any thoughts?"

"Before you start," said Stacy, "I want to say something. Michael, I will hold my decision until near the pickup. But look where I am right now. Who in the whole world loves me? You two. You both agreed to pop my cherry. Mom and I have already admitted we are attracted to each other. What do you suppose are the odds that some man will sweep me off my feet in the next few months? And why would I take a chance with him when I already know I love you, and you love me. I know you would never hurt me. Why would I turn that down? And especially, why would I turn down all the sex I want in the mean time?"

"I think my heart would burst with joy if we were a family forever," said Jenny. "You make good points, Stacy. I agree you should both work as hard as you can on this Program and see what happens. I have a feeling that Michael will be choosing three more to join us, Stacy. Michael is right. This is very important for all of us. Like you, we don't have to get a commitment from any of the women. But you and I should talk about who would be a good fit with Michael, who I would get along with, and who you would get along with."

"Good," said Michael. "Then if I was only able to choose one more woman, who would you have me choose? You two ought to say any and everything that comes to you about that, and see where it takes us."

Stacy said, "We could choose one of my friends, or we could choose one of your friends, Mom. But I'm feeling the original goal of this whole deal: to get the children away safely. Do you know any woman with a lot of children?"

"Well, I know a number of women with children," said Jenny. "I don't know which of them are already going with their husbands, or someone else. We aren't making decisions tonight. How about I put my mind to the problem? I can start asking questions, discreetly."

"Mom, did you notice that you are talking to Michael's cock? You're talking away, looking right at it. You're even squirming around. I bet you get some friction on your pussy that way, don't you? And your hands! You're having trouble keeping your hands off yourself, aren't you?" Stacy giggled.

Jenny blushed crimson. Stacy was absolutely right.

"Don't you think you've tortured yourself long enough? You said it yourself: you haven't been able to think of anything else since Tuesday night. Momma, this is a special night. We'll all remember this magical night for the rest of our lives. This will make Michael a man, and make me a woman. It's your first time *in six years*. What other firsts?"

"It was the first time my pussy got licked," Jenny blushed.

"Really?" asked Michael. "Dad wouldn't do that, huh?" Jenny shyly shook her head 'no'. "Well, that must mean you've never licked pussy either, right?" Jenny hesitated, then reluctantly nodded agreement.

"Wow, Mom, have you sucked a cock before?" Jenny blushed and nodded 'yes'. "Funny how that works," said Stacy. "The man wants pleasure, but he won't return the favor."

"It wasn't really like that," said Jenny. "I don't mean to defend your dad. There was part of every month when my pussy was sort of out of service, if you know what I mean."

"Oh," said Stacy. "I get it. There's another way. Didn't you ever do that?"

"No," said Jenny.

"I need a hint," said Michael. "I'm not a girl. Why were you out of service, and what is the other way?"

"Oh, Michael," sighed Stacy, "don't make her say it. She meant during her period, they didn't fuck. The 'other way' is butt fucking."

"Oh," was all Michael could manage.

"Oh, my God," said Stacy, "there are so many firsts here, it boggles the mind. Let me count the ways. You can fuck him."

"You can fuck her," Michael shot back.

"You can suck him," said Stacy.

"You can eat her," smirked Michael.

"We could both suck him at the same time."

"We could both lick Stacy at the same time."

"We could do a daisy-chain."

"What's that?" Michael broke the cadence.

Stacy answered, "That's where you get and give oral sex at the same time. It's the same as '69' but with more than two people."

"Look, Stacy, Mom just chose." Jenny's fingers had crept down to her pussy. "Spread your knees and proudly jill off. Show us how you like your tits mauled." With that, Michael lay back in his seat and began slowly stroking his cock. Stacy did likewise, one hand in her crotch and one hand squeezing her breasts.

Jenny groaned and gave up the pretense. She too lay back, spread her knees wide open and pushed two fingers deeply into her twat. Michael groaned at the sight, adding to Jenny's excitement.

It was electric. Each of them masturbated while watching the other two. When Michael approached his point of no return, he stopped until the urge subsided. He had decided to hold off and be last. What Michael forgot, but the women didn't, was that the women could orgasm multiple times. It was really difficult for Michael. First Jenny jerked and shook through a powerful orgasm. Soon, Stacy followed with her own big one. Michael looked back at Jenny and saw her approaching another peak. He groaned in agony, not sure when he could have his release. Stacy reached her second O, just before Jenny's. Watching both women convulse was too much for Michael. His cock spouted like a geyser, straight into the air, only to land on his chest and abdomen.

They all lay still, trying to recover. Then, with a giggle and crooking her finger at Jenny, Stacy went to her knees in front of Michael. Jenny quickly knelt beside her. Using her index finger, Stacy scooped up a gob of Michael's spend. She brought it to Jenny's lips and said, "Feed me, too." With that, she put her finger in Jenny's mouth. Jenny followed suit, and they fed each other again and again.

"Jenny," Stacy softly said with a gleam in her eye, "I'll swallow every bit of Michael's cum I can get. But don't you think that if I can eat it, then so should he?" Jenny nodded and smiled wickedly. With that, they both collected a fingerful of white goo and brought their fingers to Michael's mouth. It didn't take Michael long to see the truth in Stacy's statement. He accepted his offered gift without flinching.

Jenny started using her tongue to clean up Michael's chest. Stacy promptly followed, but impishly started going after the same spots as Jenny. Soon their tongues were dueling atop Michael's chest. The two pulled away from his chest but the tongue duel continued.

Stacy collected Jenny's breasts in her hands and began squeezing them. She took Jenny's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and began pinching and pulling on them. Jenny wasn't long in following suit.

Michael wanted to join in, but decided to let this vignette play out, to see where it would go. It was quickly shown to be a wise decision. Stacy gently pressed Jenny onto her back and in the same sweep brought her mouth onto Jenny's pussy. Jenny started to push Stacy away. When Stacy refused to budge, Jenny changed her tactic. She pulled Stacy around and managed to get her head between Stacy's legs. She drove her tongue into her daughter's snatch.

The sight and sounds of their lust was driving Michael crazy, but he controlled himself and didn't join them. Instead, he climbed out of his chair and moved from place to place, watching them closely from many angles. Michael thought he saw and heard each of the women having small orgasms. Finally, Jenny was so rocked by a powerful orgasm that she had to stop licking. As soon as she regained muscle control, she dived back to work on Stacy. Michael could tell that Jenny didn't have the same intensity as before she came. Michael decided to help her.

He maneuvered himself into position behind his sister. With one hand on each of her ass cheeks, he spread them apart and licked her ass crack from one end to the other and back again. Quickly zeroing in on the most sensitive spot, he attacked her rose bud. By the time he began making progress penetrating her with his tongue, she went off like fireworks. Michael held on for dear life. Jenny, too, had her mouth clamped onto Stacy's clit and wouldn't be shaken off, even when Stacy caused the back of Jenny's head to slam into the carpet again and again. Stacy screamed and keened through a long orgasm. Suddenly, she became boneless, slumping into a heap atop her mother and lying still.

"Humpf," said Michael, "that's the second time today she's passed out."

Jenny struggled to free herself. She and Michael gently rolled Stacy onto her side and off Jenny. Jenny's entire face was covered with Stacy's juices. Michael couldn't help but laugh. He soon began to lick her face clean. His licks all around her mouth led to him trying to lick her tonsils. He finally broke the kiss and began alternating licks to juicy parts of her face with pecks on the lips.

"I don't suppose you were responsible for Stacy's first episode, were you?" she asked.

He smirked. "How else do you suppose I knew about it?" When he saw that she wanted an explanation, he continued. "She didn't know I got home first. She had stripped and was jilling with her door wide open. I watched from the doorway. I didn't disturb her, but she saw me when she was done. One thing led to another. I got my first blowjob. She got her pussy licked for the first time. She passed out."

Stacy started to come around. "Let's go clean up her face," whispered Michael. So they did. Once Stacy was fully alert, Jenny and Michael alternated cleaning Stacy's face with soulful kisses.

"Enough, already," laughed Jenny. "Let's take a break." Michael helped them to get into their seats. They hadn't drunk much wine and there was plenty remaining in all of their glasses. The three gazed from one to the other, with love all over their faces.

"You guys are gonna kill me," Jenny finally said. "I've lost count of the number of orgasms I've had tonight. Powerful orgasms, like I haven't had in forever. I suppose you think I haven't had enough yet. I suppose you think I'll get your cherry tonight," she grinned. "And then I'm gonna have Stacy's blood all over my bed."

"Our bed," he corrected with a grin. "You'll both be bow-legged tomorrow."

"And back for more tomorrow night," Stacy added, smiling.

"Do you really think there's room for three of us in that bed?" asked Jenny with a smile.

"If not, we can stack 'em on top of each other," answered Michael with a smirk. "Did you realize, Jenny, that with all we've done, I have yet to touch or taste your magnificent breasts?"

Jenny looked a bit startled. Then, with a wicked grin, she intentionally spilled wine onto her breast. "Oh, darn. Look what I've done. Michael, will you help me, please?" And so he did, paying special attention to the areola and the nipple.

"You haven't touched my tits yet, either," said Stacy. She made a show of putting her finger into her wine, then rubbing it over her areola. Michael made his way over there and did a yeoman job of collecting all of the wine. Just to make sure none had seeped into her nipple, he made a point of sucking it away from her breast. He let it go with a pop. Stacy giggled.

"Let's go to bed," said Jenny. "It's getting late and I'm getting tired. I'm not going to sleep until I can feel jizz leaking out of my cunt."

They were already nude. Jenny arranged Michael in the middle, on his back, and not so near the top of the bed. "Here's what I suggest. Stacy, let's make Michael fuck us both at once. I've been waiting longer than you, so I get his dick first. You sit on his face. When we both get an O, we change places. We keep switching until Michael cries 'uncle' or he suffocates."

"Oh, my God," Stacy breathed, "where do you get these things? Let's do it!"

Michael hadn't gone flaccid for hours. Jenny was so worked up that she didn't need any more foreplay. She did make a point of having both teens watch. Jenny straddled Michael, ran his cock up and down her slit a few times, and lined him up with her hole. She watched the teens as they watched the junction of man and woman. Jenny slowly slid down his pole until she bottomed out. She shuddered. She had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be full of man meat. She smiled serenely, but didn't move any more.

"OK," Jenny said lightly, "now there's only one virgin left. Congratulations, stud, you're now a man. Virgin, you've had your clit sucked already tonight -- three times, I found out." Stacy blushed. "Now straddle Michael's face. Put your clit in his mouth. Then lean over here and see if you can reach my tonsils with your tongue."

Stacy did as she was told, as far as she could. When she leaned over, Jenny guided her head onto Jenny's shoulder. Jenny did the same on Stacy's shoulder. Jenny began to rise and fall on Michael's cock, slowly and gently. Michael somehow realized that he should use a similar pace on his sister.

The women's hands found their way to the other's breasts and began caressing, squeezing and pinching nipples. Soon, Jenny lifted her head from Stacy's shoulders and sought a kiss from her daughter. The kiss went on and on, soulful and loving, needy and giving.

Jenny began to pick up the speed and force of her thrusts. She began slamming herself down onto Michael's pelvic bone, harder and harder, faster and faster. She had to break the kiss as she began to keen. Her orgasm raced through her body with power far in excess of the already powerful orgasms she had had earlier. She felt him erupt within her. Finally, she slowed and then stopped.

Stacy was just recovering from her own orgasm. The two women looked at each other in wonder and love. Jenny lifted herself off Michael's still-hard cock, a line of goo still connecting them.

"Trade with me, Virgin," Jenny whispered. "I'm gonna let Michael clean up his own mess."

Jenny moved herself into position near Michael's head, but she didn't straddle him yet. She wanted him to see himself sink for the first time into Stacy's depths. She planned on having him pull most of the way out so they both could see her blood on his cock.

Following the way Jenny had done it, Stacy straddled Michael. She too swiped Michael's now-slimy cock through her slit. While she was lining him up for the final plunge, Jenny spoke. "Go slow, Sweetheart. You have control over how fast you go. Michael, you have to resist the urge to thrust into her. Lie very still. Stacy, line up the head of his cock with your entrance. Now, push your hips forward, trying to press him into you." Stacy did so. "Do it several times, a bit harder in each time. That might be enough to pop your cherry." Stacy started doing that. On the fourth try, he slid right through her barrier.

"Eek!" she breathed. She held herself frozen in place.

"Stay that way until the pain passes and you start to get used to the feel of him inside you," Jenny advised. "Take all the time you need. When you're ready, do what you were doing before -- back out and in again, a little farther each time, until you get to the bottom."

There was complete silence as Stacy collected herself for the rest of the ride of her life. Presently, Stacy lifted herself up, drawing Michael's cock back toward her entrance. She changed course and began to slide downward. She stopped, and started to lift herself again. Down again, and up. Down again, down, down until he was completely inside her. She sat there, a look of wonder on her face.

"Welcome to womanhood, my love," smiled Jenny. "You are no longer a virgin. One more thing before you fuck yourselves senseless. Stacy, lift yourself almost all the way off him. Both of you, look and see the blood." They did. Then Stacy lowered herself down until she was sitting on his legs.

Jenny moved to position herself over Michael's face. Stacy realized that Jenny had covered her pussy with her hand, keeping Michael's seed within her. As Stacy watched, Jenny aligned herself over Michael's mouth and only then pulled her hand away. Michael jerked in surprise. Stacy laughed, and licked Jenny's proffered hand clean of the remaining spunk. Then they moved towards each other and rested their heads on each other's shoulders.

"I am very proud to be your wife, Michael, and your sister, Stacy," Jenny softly said. "I have never been so happy in my life." They stayed still for a short while. Michael knew intuitively that he shouldn't start in on Jenny. "Now, you two, please fuck yourselves senseless."

Stacy began to post on her brother's cock, slowly and gently at first, but with more and more gusto. The women put all of their love and passion into their kisses. Their breasts were mauled so wonderfully. Stacy's peak approached, then swept over her like a tidal wave, the single most powerful orgasm she had ever had. This time, Jenny didn't let Stacy fall unconscious. Jenny looked into Stacy's face. Stacy was the personification of 'serene'. Blissed out might have been another apt description.

Jenny lifted herself off Michael's face and urged Stacy off on the other side. "Get up, Michael. Get behind me." Jenny prodded the still-dazed Stacy toward the head of the bed, leaned her back onto the pillows and spread her feet far apart. "I'm hungry for cream pie. Michael, enter my pussy from behind."

Jenny lined herself up with Stacy's oozing pussy and dived in. She began slowly and gently, knowing that Stacy would still be sensitive. Meanwhile, Michael didn't need any further instruction. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her. Jenny gobbled up the plentiful juices, a mixture of Michael and Stacy. Soon she was using her tongue to tunnel up, looking for more seed.

She felt her own peak approaching, and she started throwing her hips back to meet his every thrust. She zeroed in on Stacy's clit and attacked. Stacy and Jenny went off at the same time. Michael held on long enough to dump a load deep within his new wife, then let himself be thrown back away from the two women.

As they were snuggling down on opposite sides of Michael for some much-needed sleep, Stacy got an idea. She brought her face across Michael's chest and came close to Jenny's. She said softly, but with obvious glee, "Jenny, you are such a SLUT! Don't ever change! This was the most wonderful night of my life!" And she kissed her mother, her new friend, her new lover, a kiss filled with love and the promise of more passion in the future. They transferred their kiss to Michael's lips and shared a three-way passionate kiss. With that they fell back into position with their heads on Michael's shoulders. All three were soon asleep.