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Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 1
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 1
BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com
Sharon Larrington sat quietly at the table in the
breakfast nook, stirring her tea and thinking about her
daughter-in-law's problem. Brenda had come by four
months ago to "just visit" but soon after arriving she
had broached the subject that had really brought her
over.
"I could use some advise.....some medical advise,"
Brenda had said as she'd watched her cleaning out her
bedroom closet.
"What is it, dear?" Sharon had asked, looking at
her as she folded an old sweater. Sharon was a regis-
tered nurse at the small hospital in Little Falls;
being asked medical stuff by her family wasn't out of
the ordinary.
"Chris and I have been trying to get pregnant for
almost a year......." Brenda began, ".....and nothing's
happened."
Sharon's natural reaction was to tell Brenda to not
rush into child-rearing, partly because of her own
experiences of having two children before she was
barely 20. Brenda was 22, almost 23. Sharon and her
husband had made it with the help of their parents.
Chris and Brenda could do the same, if necessary.
"Well, at least you're having fun trying, right?"
Sharon teased her daughter-in-law. Brenda smiled at
that. Sharon would bet that Chris was happy to deliver
the goods to Brenda every night. They were both so
touchie-feelie with each other, even when they were
visiting her.
And Brenda was a pretty girl - a very pretty girl
with long black hair, a roundish face with green eyes
and a full pair of lips. She had a nice hourglass
figure with a large pair of breasts and flaring hips -
breeding hips as they were called.
The only thing that detracted from her looks was a
somewhat jumbled set of teeth; when Brenda smiled it
was noticeable. Her other son, Brad, called her Vampyra
or Snaggletooth behind her back but Sharon had noticed
that Brad looked at her that certain way that young 19
year old boys do.
Sharon could just imagine her oldest son's enthu-
siasm when Brenda shucked off her baggy jeans and T-
shirt, exposing her milky white skinned Venus-like
body. Oh, to be that young again!
"Have you seen your doctor? To check if everything
is in working order," Sharon had asked as she turned
back into the closet.
"Well, that's why I really brought this whole
matter up," Brenda had said, sounding worried. "I saw
Dr. Evans a few weeks ago and he did some tests. He
says everything is fine....with me."
Sharon had caught the way she had ended her sen-
tence. Was there something wrong with Chris then?
"Has Chris had his sperm count tested?" Sharo said,
turning back, folding an ugly blouse that she hadn't
worn in years Sharon could see that Brenda was under
some stress at this point in the conversation.
"Sharon, I'm gonna tell you this but you can't tell
Chris. Promise?"
"Sure, honey, go ahead." Sharon had a weakness for
gossip or secrets...God knows she had a few herself.
"I took a sample to be tested last week but Chris
doesn't know I took it."
"Why the secrecy?"
"Chris is just weird that way. He says if it's
gonna happen, it will happen. He just didn't want to
have himself tested."
Sharon could see Chris saying that - he was such
a weird egg sometimes.
"So you, um, collected some of his sperm without
him knowing?"
"Yeah," Brenda had admitted. "I got the results
back yesterday. Chris has a very low count."
"But not low enough that you couldn't get pre-
gnant?" Sharon asked, hoping Brenda wasn't going to
tell her that she wouldn't be having any grandchildren
from their marriage.
"It's possible that we could have a baby.....but
the odds aren't very good. Dr. Evans says it could be
as low as 1 in 50," Brenda had said sadly, tears wel-
ling up in her eyes.
"Oh, Brenda. It's going to be O.K." Sharon had
said in real encouragement. But she knew it may not be.
Conceiving was hard enough without the odds they were
facing.
"Sharon, I want to have children. If Chris can't
make that happen....." Brenda had looked down and
trailed off her sentence.
"Are you saying that you'd leave Chris?" Sharon
asked.
"I love Chris, I really do. I'm not going to leave
him. But I'll be unhappy and that's no good."
"There's always artificial methods," Sharon had
offered.
"I thought about that. I don't know if that's
something we want to get into. I'm sure it's very
expensive and we're not setting the world on fire
financially. Plus, like I said, Chris would have to
be told. And, to tell you the truth, I want it to
happen naturally. I want to remember the moment it
happens....not on some operating table with a bunch
of strangers around."
"Did Dr. Evans explain different positions that
can help improve your chances?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to start using those. Maybe we'll
get lucky."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Sharon had put on
her best face to give Brenda hope.
Sharon snapped back into the present and finished
drinking her coffee.
She had made her mind up to suggest her plan to
Brenda when she came over later in the morning. It was
an unusual solution to the problem but it made sense
in a way. Everyone would be happy if all were willing
and that was the important thing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Brenda got to her house around noon and Sharon made
them some salads. They sat out on the back deck and
ate, watching hummingbirds feed at a flowers nearby.
"Brenda, I've been thinking about your situation.
About having a baby. I'd like to suggest a solution."
Brenda looked at her hopefully.
"Now as I see it, this baby business is putting a
strain on your marriage. We need to get you pregnant."
"Believe me, we've tried everything," Brenda said,
putting her fork down and leaning back in her chair.
"All those positions that were suggested, plotting my
cycle......it's discouraging. But what kind of solution
did you have in mind?"
"What I'm going to suggest, you'll have to keep an
open mind about it...don't dismiss it out of hand."
"All right, Sharon. Tell me. The suspense is kil-
ling me." Brenda made her voice sound overly dramatic
to lighten the discussion.
"These are the important points to remember: One,
you want to get pregnant. Two, you want it to occur
naturally, which I can understand, believe me. I can
still remember both occasions when I conceived Chris
and Brad. Now, we got to face facts about Chris. He's
had his chance but he's failed."
"God, Sharon...you don't pull any punches," Brenda
said, laughing lightly.
"We've got to be pragmatic about this thing,"
Sharon said seriously. "The big question is this: Could
you love a child that is not Chris's?"
"Are you talking about adopting?" Brenda said con-
fused. They had not talked about adoption in the past
but Sharon knew that wasn't an acceptable solution.
Brenda just wasn't seeing where she was leading her.
"No, remember you want this to be your child. You
want it to happen naturally."
"Sharon, you're confusing me. Just tell me what it
is."
"If Chris can't do the job, would you consider
having someone else be the actual father?"
Sharon saw Brenda get what she was driving at. Her
mouth fell a little open.
"You're suggesting that I have sex with someone
else to get pregnant?"
"Yes, dear, I am...but not just anyone. I've got
someone in mind. But first let me know if the idea is
so repugnant that you wouldn't consider it."
Brenda sat there for a moment, looking off into
space as she thought about what Sharon had suggested.
"Sharon, it is a little surprising to hear you
suggest something like this," Brenda began, "My mother
would never have been able to talk with me this way.
I know you're only suggesting this because you want me
and Chris to be happy. I've got to admit that the
thought had crossed my mind. About sleeping with
someone else."
Sharon knew they were way over the hump with her
admission.
"I suppose I could live with the secret. I know
Chris and I would love the kid to death," Brenda fin-
ished.
"Oh, I know you guys would. That's the only reason
I would suggest such a thing. And there's a way we can
do it to make it easier for you to live with. I
wouldn't want you to consider it cheating on Chris.
Chris has your heart, I know that."
"So, who did you have in mind?" Brenda asked in a
voice that said she was considering Sharon's sugges-
tion.
"I was thinking of Brad," Sharon said.
"Brad?!" Brenda said with real shock in her voice.
"Wait, let me tell you my reasoning," Sharon said,
patting Brenda's arm. "I know it's a wild proposal,
having your husband's brother be the father, but here's
why I think it makes sense. First of all, Brad and
Chris carry very similar genetic make-ups so the child
will actually have a little bit of Chris as its make-
up. Secondly, because Brad is family already, he's less
likely to try to cause problems later on. In a small
town like the Falls, word is bound to get around if you
slept with one of the other men in this town. They go
down to those bars and drink and tell tales. With Brad,
you're not going to have some guy suddenly crop up and
claim his rights, like visitation. Which leads into my
third point, you'll be able to see the real father
interact with the child on a regular basis."
"Wow, Sharon...you've really thought this thing
out. How do you know Brad would even be willing to do
this? Having a kid is a big responsibility and Brad's
not the model of responsibility."
Sharon had to agree with that. Brad was 19 and,
like most teenagers, he believed in enjoying himself
above all else. Someone looking at him would have
doubts about the kind of person he was. He wore his
brown hair longer than Sharon liked and hung out with
a bunch of similarly minded teenagers. He'd admitted
to smoking marijuana but only in party situations. And
he was a bit crude in the language department. But
Sharon overlooked these things because she knew he was
a good person at heart and he had been such a help to
her after his father had past away.
"Brad's not going to have to be up changing diapers
at 3 A.M., you will be. And Chris. Brad's life won't
change that much," Sharon said.
"Have you talked with Brad about this?" Brenda
asked.
"Heavens no! I didn't want to give Brad any ideas
like this. First, you agree to it and then I'll bring
it up to Brad. But I wouldn't tell him that you were
already willing. I'd just make it seem like I was
approaching him first with the idea," Sharon sipped
her ice tea and watched Brenda think about what she
was suggesting.
"Sharon, everything you've said makes sense,"
Brenda finally said with a smile. "Just having someone
else know the secret will help me because I could
always talk to you.... I guess, as crazy as it seems,
I'd be willing to do it. With Brad."
"Brenda, I think that's great. Chris is so lucky to
have a wife like you."
"Well, I don't know if what we're going to do is
'great' but it does make sense."
They finished eating and walked their dishes back
inside the kitchen. Then Brenda raised a point that
Sharon had thought about but not brought up yet.
"Sharon, how do I know Brad isn't like Chris?"
"I did think about that. Obviously, we'll have to
get Brad tested too. I know some people over at the
clinic in Chapel's Gate. You could go over there and
get the tests done with no problem. I wouldn't want
you going through Dr. Evans again. He might get suspi-
cious if Brad is healthy and than talk to Chris and
that's a whole can of worms we shouldn't even open."
Sharon was washing off the dishes in the sink as
she said this and saw Brad pushing his motorcycle
across the back yard.
"Here comes Brad now," she said to Brenda. Brenda
walked to the door to the deck and watched Sharon's
younger, shirtless son push his broken or out-of-gas
off-road motorcycle to the steps at the bottom of the
deck. Then he picked the motorcycle up with a great
heave and walked it up to the deck where he locked it
up at night.
Sharon, with a sideways glance, saw Brenda taking
note of the muscles that Brad was unknowingly display-
ing to his brother's wife. It could be that Brenda
might have agreed to her plan for more reasons than
just propagation.
Brad did have a nice body by all standards. It
wasn't that he was really muscular; Sharon thought he
resembled swimmers like she had watched in the
Olympics. He had a definite V-shape to his upper body
from riding his bike or doing pull-ups, whatever he
was always up to.
As Brad bent down to chain his bike to the railing,
Brenda turned from the door and walked away to lean on
the counter.
"Just act like yourself," Sharon said and they
shared a smile as Brad came through the door.
'Fucking bike," Brad thought, standing up after
locking it to the deck railing. Something was always
breaking on the damn thing. 'Ought to let someone steal
it and get Mom to buy me a new one.'
He had no doubts that his mother would if he asked
her. Since his father had past away and Chris had moved
out of the house, she'd been pouring all her affection
on him, that was for sure.
Giving his bike a kick, he walked inside.
And came up short when he saw Brenda standing in
the kitchen with his mother. Brenda would look good
wearing a burlap sack and she looked fantastic in a
pair of short shorts and a tanktop that did little to
hide those big round knockers. Man, his brother was
one lucky SOB.
"Hey girls," he said closing the door and sweeping
his hand back through his longish hair.
"Brad, you're a mess. You got grass in your hair,"
his mother said.
"Yeah, I took a frigging header out in McAnnally's
field. Had to push the damn bike all the way back."
"You're going to break your neck one day," Brenda
chimed in as she pulled her hair back and hooked it
behind her ear.
"It's a distinct possibility," Brad said with a
forced laugh. Brenda was no comedian but with a body
like hers, who the hell cared. "When I'm doing a Chris
Reeves you can come over and tell me 'I told you so!'"
Brad stepped close to his sister-in-law and grabbed
the back of her neck and started playfully shaking her.
She twisted out of his grasp but not before he got a
good view down her top.
"Cut it out, Brad," she said, swinging her long
hair around with a twist of her head.
"Brad, go take a shower. You're filthy and I'm sure
you smell as well," his mother said, snapping a dish
towel at his legs.
"O.K., O.K....I can tell when I'm not wanted." He
opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a
beer. His mother let him drink around the house.
"Shower beer," he said reverently to the can of Olympia.
"Those don't buy themselves," his mother said as
he moved toward the stairs.
"I'll buy some more later. Promise."
He went upstairs with Brenda's deep cleavage run-
ning through his mind.
"You want me to have one of those," Brenda kidded
Sharon after Brad was gone.
"Brad's a good kid. You could do a lot worse,"
Sharon said and meant it. "But the only thing he's
going to give you is one little sperm. It's up to you
and Chris to make it into what you want from there on.
So, should I ask him tonight or do you want to think
about it? There's no hurry."
"Not that I'm backtracking but how exactly do you
envision the actual act happening, if everything goes
forward without a hitch," Brenda asked.
"Well, it's not like you have to make love with
Brad. You could wear a long T-shirt so you wouldn't be
naked. And Brad could just do his business. To tell you
the truth, I'm sure Brad would probably be quick about
it, if you know what I mean."
"Sharon!" Brenda said, smiling from ear to ear in
amazement.
"Well, you know, I think Brad would find the whole
thing very stimulating. Being with you, his brother's
wife. I think he's got a crush on you if the truth be
known."
"I sort of thought he did," Brenda said shuffling
her feet, the smile still on her face. "Just as long
as he understands that this is just going to be a one
time occurence....." Brenda trailed off.
"Well, honey, it might take only once. We'd want
to do it on the day that you're most fertile, so we'll
arrange it that way. It may make sense to do it more
than once. Maybe two days in a row to make sure it
takes. But it may not even happen that first time. We
might have to do it again on another cycle. You're
going to have to commit to doing it until it happens,
otherwise you'll have nothing to show for it."
"Oh yeah, I understand that. I don't know what else
to say but thanks again, Sharon. I feel like such a
weight has been lifted off of me. There's this light
at the end of the tunnel now." Brenda gave her a hug
and said she'd call in the morning to hear what Brad
thought of the whole idea.
"Alright, now go home and be with your husband,"
Sharon said as she walked her daughter-in-law to the
front door. "Who knows, maybe tonight you guys will
take care of the whole thing by yourselves."
She watched Brenda drive off and then closed the
door. Leaning against it, she thought about how she
was going to tell Brad about what she and Brenda had
cooked up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Later that night, she was cleaning the dishes from
dinner when Brad came in from the living room.
"Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the
counter by the sink.
"Brad, you can see that I'm almost done," she said.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Because I'm an asshole?" Brad said as if he were
guessing at a school question.
"You're not an asshole," Sharon chuckled and
flicked soap bubbles on him. "It's Saturday night.
Where are you off to tonight?"
"Oh, I thought I'd stay in tonight," Brad said
simply.
Sharon smiled at his statement. She always enjoyed
it when Brad didn't go out and spent some time with
her. Her husband had been killed in an auto accident
three years ago and Chris had moved out with Brenda
almost right after that. Thank goodness for Brad.
"Good," she said, drying her hands with a dish
towel. "There's something I need to talk with you about
later."
Sharon got ready for bed around 9:30 that night,
earlier than usual. Standing in front of her bathroom
mirror, she unhooked the front snap on her bra as she
studied her face.
At 39, she thought she might have hit her prime.
Being widowed had caused her to take stock and get
herself looking her best; she wasn't the type that
liked to be without male companionship. Her sex drive
had always been strong. Getting pregnant with Chris at
the young age of 16 had been a byproduct of that.
She'd changed her hairstyle to a short, sassy cut
to accentuate her long neck and added some blonde
highlights to contrast with her natural brown. She had
a narrow chin, a thin-lipped mouth, and a narrow,
slightly upturned, nose. Her eyes had always bothered
her - they had always looked to her like they bulged
too far out of their sockets and had made her look
older than she had been. But now nearing 40, the age
of her green eyes appeared to now match the rest of
her.
She shrugged off her bra and placed it on the
counter in front of her. Her breasts were cute,
cupcake-sized mounds that had sagged just a little
over the years but they look good just above the out-
line of her ribcage. She had always been thin, with
the body of a dancer but none of the grace. She ran
her hand down her front, still not happy with the
little belly she had been trying to shake for years
and years. At least her legs and butt were still in
good shape - no cellulite showing anywhere.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said to her
reflection and pushed her panties down off her hips,
working them down past mid-thigh until they fell
around her ankles on their own. "No one's complaining
about the equipment."
She brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair
briefly, posed sideways in the mirror to check out
her backside and then satisfied, she turned off the
light and walked into her bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat for a fraction of
a second, as it always did, when she saw her young
strapping son waiting for her in her bed. Brad was
laying there, so at ease with his body and his nudity
and with what they were going to do again.
He saw her come into view and rolled on his side
facing her as she padded to the bed, his eyes drinking
in her body.
"You keep getting better and better looking," he
said.
"It's nice to be appreciated," Sharon said and sat
on the bed beside his reclining figure, her left leg
folded underneath her as she twisted her torso to face
him. "Like I appreciate you staying in tonight to be
with me."
"You know I love it, Mom," Brad said, his left
hand moving to rub the inside of her left thigh. "The
girls in this town got nothing on you. If you appreci-
ate it so much, why don't we do away with the rationing
shit?"
Sharon smiled at his enthusiasm and began stroking
the top of his hips with her right hand. If he only
knew the willpower it took on her part to not let him
stay in her bed every night.
Since their lovemaking had started, she'd always
limited it to twice a week. She wanted him to be out
dating and doing all the rest of the things that boys
his age did; she wanted him to be as normal as he
could be.
"We talked about that, Brad," she said, "There are
nights I lie here and wish you were here too."
"This is going to make three times this week, Mom,"
Brad pointed out, his hand coming awfully close to her
womanhood. "I don't see the house getting ready to fall
down around our ears. I bet we could do it say.......
every other night.....without warping me any more than
I already am."
Sharon could feel herself weakening on the point.
He was no longer 17, after all. He'd handled their
new relationship well up to this point and he did date
and nail a lot of girls in his bedroom with her bles-
sing.
"You're not warped, dear," Sharon said simply as
she stretched out on her side facing him, her right
leg moving up on the bed to slide between his knees.
"You're just horny like all boys your age. Maybe we
should expand our activities a little more."
She cupped his beaming face with her hands as his
left hand moved up over her hip and pulled her tight
against him. It felt so good to be held by a man, any
man, since her husband had died.
That Brad would ever do it would never have entered
her mind had he not tried to seduce her one night when
he was almost 18. It had been a shock when he'd tried
to kiss her, really kiss her, that night as they sat on
the couch watching TV. She'd reacted like any mother
would have at first. Brad had gone to his room that
night thinking he was a real heel.
But Sharon had thought about it and thought about
it after he had left. She didn't want to have to find
another man and remarry. Little Falls had little to
offer anyway in the men department. But she did have
needs, needs that hadn't been met for over a year
after the funeral. It would be wrong to do what Brad
wanted but it would fill a void in her life as well.
So after midnight that night, she had gone to his
room and made his wish come true. And she hadn't re-
gretted it ever.
"Every other night, right?" Brad wanted to confirm
their new deal.
Sharon let her lips answer him. She planted a few
butterfly soft kisses on his chin, each time moving a
little closer to his mouth, her finger running through
his long hair. She thought she would really prolong
this kissing tease, doing his nose and cheeks before
offering her lips to his but her son, always the cave-
man, moved his mouth on hers and she relented when his
tongue slid inside her mouth. Giving herself over to
the deep soul kissing they both enjoyed, she felt him
pushing her on her back and his young body partially
covered hers.
His mouth finally left hers and he began kissing
down her neck as she held his head. She could feel his
hot thick erection digging into her thigh and she got
wetter between her legs, knowing he'd be fucking her
soon.
"Oh, Brad, you always get me going," Sharon sighed.
She had had the most exciting sex of her life with her
son. Everything he did to her was magnified through the
prism of incest. And she'd taught him well over their
year and a half together, showed him everything she
liked and some things that she didn't like but she
would do because he enjoyed them.
His lips moved out of the hollow of her neck and
onto her sternum, his left hand sliding up her right
side to push the titflesh of her right breast up toward
her neck. She felt his tongue swiping back and forth
across her breastbone, going lower. Even knowing it was
coming, she still moaned out loud when his mouth swept
to the side and he began sucking on the nipple of the
breast he was holding.
"Uuummmmm, oh, that's nice......aaaahhhhhhh," she
encouraged her son as she closed her eyes. Her brown-
ish-pink nipples were large for the size of her
breasts. Slightly larger than knitting thimbles, they
rose from half-dollar sized areolae. She loved having
them sucked and had gotten off more than once in the
past when Brad sucked on them.
Brad gave her other nipple the same treatment,
sucking and licking and lightly chewing on the sen-
sitive nub for several minutes before his mouth began
moving further down her torso.
Sharon let her face fall sideways in the pillow
and her legs fall open as his mouth worked down into
her crotch. His body shifted further down the bed and
she felt his hands holding the inside of her thighs
open as his tongue began to lap at her excited geni-
talia.
"Uuuummmmm....aahhhhhhh," she panted into her
pillow as her son pressed his hot mouth fully on her
furry slit. His tongue came out low, almost on her
pee-hole and then slowly glided up over the pink
entrance to her pussy, went over it, right up to the
folds covering her clitoris. "Oh, Brraaadddddd."
His mouth lifted and she heard him say, "Tell me
what you want me to do, Mom."
'He's such a filthy boy,' Sharon thought. For the
first year, he'd been happy just to have sex with her
and both hadn't been very vocal in bed. But for the
last six months, he'd been making her say all kinds
of nasty things and she had too admit that it excited
her.
"Suck my pussy, Brad," she said huskily into the
pillow.
"And?" he prompted her for more.
"Lick me....all over, baby.....stick your tongue
up my pussy."
His mouth dove back on her sex crack and Sharon
thought she would explode right then and there.
But the crest never came.
She held it off as her son's mouth retreated again
as he pulled the folds of flesh off her clit and licked
it lovingly. His tongue sent electric jolts through her
whole crotch and she wantonly pumped her loins up at
her son's face.
"You lovely boy," Sharon groaned as he sucked on
her clit, drawing a good portion of her surrounding
labia in his mouth at the same time. Her manicured
fingers began pulling on her nipples as her son con-
tinued to go down on her, heightening the carnal lust
that she tried to keep a lid on most of the week.
Her son then turned his attention to her pussy
entrance, swirling his tongue on its opening and
pushing it inside her oily hole as well.
"That feels good!" Sharon exclaimed, raising
herself up on her elbows to see her son's face buried
in her quivering crotch. His nose was pressed deep in
her brown muff, grazing over her clit hood. Brad's
eyes looked up at her and she could almost feel his
lips start smiling around her slit.
After a few seconds, he took his mouth away
slightly and began to slide the index and middle
fingers of his left hand into her oily pussy hole.
She took them easily enough in her excited state. He
slowly corkscrewed his fingers tenderly in her most
intimate of places.
She had him always loosen her up with his fingers
before they coupled. Her son's erection wasn't very
long, only average at about six inches, but it was
very thick. Almost as thick as a soda can.
She didn't know where he got that trait from; it
sure hadn't been his father, God rest his soul.
He fed another finger into her splayed womanhood
and began to spread his hidden fingers outward as he
twisted them between her lightly haired labia. His
thumb, not by accident, kept rubbing across her
clitoral region as his hand turned back and forth.
Continued in part 2...
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Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 2/7
(inc, mother/son)
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 2
BY CHILI PEELER
"How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at
her.
"I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing
his hair off his forehead in a motherly instinct. She
could almost bet money on the position he'd choose.
"In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big
smile on his face, "Assume the position......of doggy
submission!" He pulled his fingers from her pussy and
sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up
from his hairy pubes like a Stonehendge monolith.
Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just
loved to take her from behind. She liked just about
any position if the truth was known.
"You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting
up and then twisting her body over so she was in the
position he wanted, crouching on her hands and knees
in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows
just in front of her as Brad moved between her calves,
his right hand coming up to stroke her puffy pouch of
pussy nestled between the top of her thighs while his
left hand lay on her butt.
"I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like
this...you got a great ass, Mom," Brad said compli-
mentary. His knees spread her legs wider and his
fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love
to drive my hips into it while I fuck you."
Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at
Brad's bawdy talk and the way he was massaging the
inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her husband never
would have been able to use such language and she
never would have experienced it if she's settled down
with some older suitor from town.
"You like to watch it shake while you screw me?"
Sharon asked, giving him tit-for-tat. She looked back
at him and could almost see his mind trying to think
up a comeback.
"You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm
throwing Big Chubby to ya!" His left hand squeezed
her asscheek to punctuate his statement. Big Chubby
was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he
used with all too much regularity.
"Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said,
moving her pussy back and forth suggestively around
his digits, fucking herself on them. She was more
than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use.
"You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by
day but when we get in this bed....man, you like it
down and dirty, don't you?" He was almost laughing at
her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot
and moved even closer behind her, his figure now
seeming to loom over her upthrust ass. His eyes were
on her face as he dipped his knees slightly and
slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It
was apparent that he wanted an answer before he con-
tinued.
"You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't
sleep with her own son." Her words pleased Brad; he
began to smile. She went further. "An angel doesn't
get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck
her all night!"
That got him. She turned her face away from him
and held her breath as he directed the tip of his
cock against the flower of her pussyhole and pushed
strongly. After all the times he had done this, he
knew just the right pressure to apply to sock the
fat head of his fucker past the resisting ring of her
pussy portal.
His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all
night!" completely covered her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of
pleasure and pain as he entered her. She closed her
eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of
discomfort but it went away quickly.
"Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get
fucked, you dirty, dirty angel."
Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing
the rest of his thick fuckstick through her splayed
cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant being stuffed
up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it.
"Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so
easy," Brad grunted as his strong hands held her ass
and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch by wide inch.
"Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said
through gritted teeth. He always compared her to
girls his own age that he dated and fucked; those high
school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't
reached to the point of maturity where they could
accommodate her son or just didn't want to try. She'd
been only too happy to cure his blue balls after those
occasions.
"Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a
big final push, he sank his last three inches into her
begrudging cunt in a bull rush.
"Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite
charge up her. Normally if he'd tried something like
that, she'd have tore into him about being crude and
uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that
she didn't want to make a point of it.
"Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely.
"It's all right....just leave it in for a moment,"
she asked. She wanted her cuntal sheath to fully
expand before her son started banging away.
As they stayed still in the center of her bed,
she dipped her head down to look back under her body.
One thing about their taboo sex that she loved was to
watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his
man-cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic!
Taking him on her hands and knees was her least
favorite position for viewing the penetration but,
through her dangling titties, she could watch his nuts
and that held some charm.
'They're going to give Brenda what she wants... a
big load or two of potent baby cream," Sharon thought.
Brad just exuded virility and she was sure in her mind
that he could knock up his sister-in-law if given the
chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming
back for more, besides his natural Oedipallic yearning,
was the opportunity to fuck her without a condom; she'd
had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore her
pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked
his nuts in.
She steadied herself on her left hand as she
reached back between her legs with the right. Her
fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a few
delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a
little more and took Brad's balls in the palm of her
hand.
"You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and
behind her. His heavy balls slid off her hand as he
pulled his cock out of her cunt halfway and then
pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his
swinging scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers
but he was already into his second thrust, his balls
escaped her as they swung away. She satisfied herself
with feeling the underside of his moving shaft and her
bulging, sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands
forward to grab her waist, his fingers digging into
her skin.
"MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she
trilled and puffed and grunted in front of her hung
son as he fucked her like a cur in the middle of her
bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her
for years and years. God help her, Brad was better,
so much better!
Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic
squawking of the mattress coils heralding another hot
coupling of mother and son. They fucked silently for
several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act
without expounding about the shameful sensations
emanating from their sex organs.
"You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted
behind her in imperfect English, "...fucking awesome!"
His erection plumbed her nice and hard, the only speed
he seemed to know.
Sharon steadied herself on both hands again,
closing her eyes and tilting her head back toward her
shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against her bottom
again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and
shaking just like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed
in her oozing quim.
"Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby,
get Momma off!" she pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass
prevertedly, goading her young lover to fuck her
harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking
her hard but didn't shift into the higher gears she
knew he had.
He did however dip his hands under her hips, his
body leaning over her slightly as his fingers tortured
her unhooded clit. His fingers were clumsy, riding on
her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing
her slick downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew
the extra stimulation would put her into orbit.
"Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze
my dick....yeah, that's it, Mom! Ah, fuck yeah...make
it tight....then let it cum...aahhh ....aahhhh."
Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's
pounding pud, squeezing the front half of his horse
cock when it delved between them. His words and fingers
were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where control
of her cunt would be lost.
"Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let
her face and shoulders fall into the stacked pillows
before her, afraid her arms were going to give out any
second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward a few
inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass
higher. He quickly straightened up, grabbing her
jiggling cheeks with his strong mitts as he shifted
into overdrive.
"AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that...
pussy up! FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!"
Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow
exploded in a juice-squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She
fought to even breath as her sex jerked and shimmied
around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts.
"UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release,
just blown away by her son's powerful fucking.
Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of
time but she came out of the fuck funk feeling Brad's
hands under her armpits, pulling her upper body upward.
"Get up..I want you up," she realized Brad was
saying. "Yeah..I want you just like this!"
No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than
Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and began lunging
into her still-shivering sex. He was laying into her
so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so powerfully
that Sharon thought the back of her head would bump
against her tailbone!
"TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!"
Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum
in her stretched cunt as he shoved in deep. His twitch-
ing tool sent her into a follow-up mini-orgasm, the two
of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed with
her juices in the confines of her cunt.
The world outside spun on unknowingly.
"Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon
said later as they lay on their backs beside each
other.
"God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad
misunderstood what she'd meant but neither had to get
up early in the morning. Another go-round would
probably occur if her pussy could take it. She rolled
on her side toward him, raising up on her elbow and
draping her arm across his chest.
"I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me'
but I think you'll enjoy it as much.....we've got a
crisis in the family."
"Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her
arm.
"Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby
for quite a while and Brenda's found out that Chris is
the problem."
"What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?"
"Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking
him, "but the odds aren't good and Brenda wants a baby.
...even if it's not Chris's."
Brad looked from the ceiling to her face.
"Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....
that is, if you want."
"No shit!"
"I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son,
"We were talking about it when you came in today. I've
seen the way you look at Brenda... I hope you don't
mind me volunteering you for the task."
"And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked,
trying to hide his obvious interest.
"Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find
out."
"So, Brenda said it was O.K. for me to fuck her?"
Brad's concern about Chris's feelings disappeared fast
enough.
"It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's
going to have to be done with, uh, some detachment.
She's just looking to get pregnant...it would be a no-
frills thing."
"My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy
and you call that no-frills?!" Brad said with a naughty
gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that frills deluxe!"
"I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself,"
Sharon said, kissing him tenderly for a moment. "You'll
just have to act like you aren't."
"That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sexpot.
...almost as hot as you," he added, his fingers moving
up her arm and onto her right breast.
"Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed,
moving her hand down his stomach to touch his hardening
prick. "Is this because of me or because of Brenda?"
"Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back
and moving over her. "But Brenda's not here, so you'll
have to do."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
'I should have my head examined for even thinking
about this,' Brenda thought as she drove to her mother-
in-law's house the next afternoon. But she had made up
her mind to go through with Sharon's solution. It made
sense in every way.
And there was that illicit element that made it
even exciting. She could use some excitement if the
truth be known.
Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There
wasn't a lot of variation in their lovemaking. He
wanted to be sucked for awhile and then he got on
top and went as long as he could. That had been very
exciting when they were dating but, after years of
marriage, the luster was wearing off.
Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of
growing up to do but there was something that was very
exciting about his untamed manners. It was like having
Tarzan in the family.
She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the
wild dream that she'd had about Brad the previous
night. She knew enough about dreams to know that
things seen or heard in a previous day often made
their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been
surprised she'd have a sexual dream. But her part in
the dream had shocked her.
In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The
scene had been his mother's bedroom but she wasn't
covered up, hiding her body. She'd been naked and
pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the
beginning of the portion of the dream that she could
remember. The shorts had come off and Brad had had
this super cock. Obviously, he couldn't have one like
the one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen inches
long! She'd pushed Brad on his back on the bed and
climbed on top of him, steering his unbelievable organ
right up into her ready pussy, sinking down on it
until it was somehow all the way inside her. Then
she'd bounced on it like a banshee until it unleashed
a huge blast of sperm right where she needed it.
But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted
from Brad's wilting surrealistic dick and scooted back
until she was straddling his knees. Then she'd taken
that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and
jacked on it like a porno star.
She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she
could get more of his seed in her fertile womanhood.
But the damn thing had gone off in her mouth, shooting
blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering
in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to
produce so much sperm, she'd swallowed it down and
kept right on sucking.
Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and
she'd pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs
wide, letting Brad ram his long prong impossibly deep
in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after
orgasm as he pounded her. It had been so unbelievable
but so real!
Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt
like a quart of baby juice. Almost immediately, Brenda
had felt that she was pregnant, that a new life was
being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly
had started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in
about ten seconds. Then all at once it had snapped back
to its original flat state and Brad was presenting her
with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes,
pressing a nipple in its mouth, feeling it beginning
to nurse.....
That's when she had sat up in bed beside her
sleeping husband, her breath coming in waves, her body
tingling with excitement.
'Brenda, you've got some imagination!' she told
herself, seeing her mother-in-law's house come into
view. 'This is just about getting pregnant and that's
all.'
But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't
about just having a baby.
The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to
answer it. It was most likely Brenda, come to discuss
things with her and Brad.
"Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped
at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out
of his bedroom.
"That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call
you."
"Gotcha."
"And comb your hair!" she said before heading
downstairs.
Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda
though the sheer curtains on the inside door.
"Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening
both doors.
Brenda came in and she said to come into the
kitchen and have some ice tea that she had made. Brenda
and she went into the kitchen.
"You must be working today," Brenda said as she
sat down at the kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her
nurse's uniform.
"Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you
go." Sharon sat a glass of tea in front of Brenda and
sat down at the table.
"Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter-in-law
asked.
"Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen
Brad so serious as when I told him about your
problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to Brenda to
keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that
Brad was only interested in slipping her his salami,
would have blown everything. "He sees the reasoning
behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd keep
our secret."
"Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked.
"I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he
understands what could happen to our family if this
gets out. Don't worry about that."
"Then I guess, if Brad tests O.K., we should plan
for this coming Thursday. That's the next big day."
"Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him
about it," she said. Sharon walked over to the stairs
and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!" She then walked
back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey."
Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous
talking with Brad now that it looked like he was going
to know her so intimately. But Brenda looked totally
at ease, even eager to see Brad.
'Could it be that she's convinced herself so
totally that this is the right thing to do?' Sharon
wondered.
Brad came down the stairs, looking much more
presentable than usual. His hair was combed back in
a ponytail and he was wearing a tennis shirt and nice
knee-length shorts.
"Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he
slipped into his usual comedic self, putting on a
serious voice, he said, "You all know why I've called
you here today."
"Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to
joke his way right out of his chance to lay with
Brenda and deny her a grandchild.
"Sharon, it's O.K.," Brenda said, waving her hand
at her. "Some levity is what we need right now. Sit
down, Brad."
Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting.
She seemed to be in control of the situation. Brad sat
down at the table and managed to control himself for
the next half hour that they talked.
Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to
her and Chris. Brad laid it on a little thick, saying
that he just wanted her and Chris to be happy but
Brenda seemed to buy it.
So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in
the morning to pick up a sperm sample and take it to
the out of town clinic for analysis. Sharon was a
little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek
when she left. It went against the impersonal tone
they had all put on the actual event.
"How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she
came back from walking Brenda out to her car.
"You were fine, dear," his mother said as she
cleaned the table.
"Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said
with a smile.
"Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother
said with a small laugh.
"Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!"
"Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she
said shaking her head but smiling. "I better head to
work."
Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother
looked pretty hot in her nurse's uniform. He made a
mental note to see if she might go for wearing it one
night.
"What are you going to do tonight?" she asked be-
fore she left.
"Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't
any parties. Maybe I ought to study."
"Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the
books was not what he did and it was the summer anyway.
"Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the
old joke on her.
"You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically
as he laughed at his own joke. Then she said, "I don't
think you have to worry. From someone who's been on the
receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just fine."
"Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right
anyway?"
"Yes. So keep it in your pants."
He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she
kissed him good-bye. She told him where dinner was in
the fridge and then she was gone, leaving him to think
about Brenda and what was to come.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon
pulled her car into her garage and went inside her
house. She'd been on duty for fourteen hours at the
hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three
hours during the night thanks to a rotation they had
worked out among the nurses on duty. She was a little
fatigued but she would wait until after Brenda stopped
by to pick up Brad's sperm sample.
She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons
of two twelve-paks of Olympia near the sink.
'Looks like Brad had some company last night,' she
thought.
She looked in the livingroom and saw empty potato
chip bags and beer cans on the coffee table. It looked
like Brad and some of his friends had spent the night
drinking and watching TV.
She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of
Brad's sleeping friends but found none. She then went
into the kitchen and took a wine glass out of the cup-
board. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between
her fingers, she made her way upstairs.
She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber
soled nurse shoes and went into the bathroom and
brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight shift, she had
drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in
her mouth.
Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the
upstairs hallway. She looked in the guest bedroom and
found it empty. Likewise, the small den where she did
the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room
to check out.
She knocked very lightly and then opened the door.
Her son was sprawled on his bed, face down and naked.
He was alone which was something of a relief. There
wouldn't be any girls to chase away.
Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the
sight of Brad's nude form yet again. He was 19 but he
had a more mature body. She was a very lucky woman to
share a bed with him frequently.
She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she
sat on the side of the bed and shook his shoulder.
Continued in part 3...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 3/7
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 3
BY CHILI PEELER
"Hmm!" he grunted.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." She massaged his back for a
moment and he raised his head up and turned it toward
her.
"What time is it?" he asked, yawning.
"About 8:30. You have some friends over last
night?"
"Yeah, a few guys. I could use some more sleep," he
muttered and lay his face down on the pillow.
"You can sleep later," Sharon said, "Brenda will
be here soon."
"Oh yeah," he said, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Oh yeah is right. So get up and get in the shower.
I'm going to call Brenda."
Sharon left his room when she was sure he was
getting up. She walked back to her bedroom, sat on her
bed and called Brenda on the bedside phone.
Her other son, Chris, answered their phone.
"Hi, Chris."
"Morning, Mom. What are you up to this morning?"
"Just got back from work. Is Brenda there?"
"Yeah...say, what are you guys up to anyway?"
Sharon played dumb, hoping Chris wasn't on to what
they were planning.
"What do you mean up to?"
"She's been over there a lot lately. What are you
girls hatching?"
"It's a surprise," Sharon said sweetly. "Someone
we know has a birthday coming up." It was Chris's
birthday in a few weeks.
"Oh, all right! Well, I won't spoil your surprise.
Here's Brenda."
"Hi, Sharon."
"Hi. I just made Chris think we are working on
something for his birthday. Are you coming over to get
that item?"
"Yes, that sounds great, Sharon." She was obviously
playing up her end of the conversation for Chris's
benefit. "We could go shopping up at Chapel's Gate...
they have that new K-mart."
'Clever girl is giving herself an alibi for being
in Chapel's Gate,' Sharon thought with a smile.
"Brenda, be here at 9:30. O.K.?"
"Yes." Brenda said.
"All right, I'll see you then. Bye-bye."
Sharon hung up the phone and spent a few minutes
taking off the sheer white, thigh-high hose she wore
under her uniform. Leaving on her white blouse and
skirt, she walked back to Brad's room.
Brad stepped from the shower and began drying
himself with a towel. His head had just the hint of
a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully,
moving the towel slowly through his hair without
moving his head. He was drying himself between the
legs when he heard his mother call him from his
bedroom.
He went to the door to find his mother sitting on
his bed. She had that look in her bedroom eyes.
"Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was
going to say no. Then maybe those bedroom eyes were
going to lead to a morning fuck right on his bed. And
she was wearing her uniform to boot!
"Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then
she added, "We do have a little time before she gets
here."
She got up, walked over to him and offered him
her hand. He threw his wet towel toward the shower
stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his
bed.
"Sit down, baby," she said.
He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet
on the floor and his mother sat on his left, close to
him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her left hand
began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking
the top of it lovingly.
"So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my
sperm sample?" he said, hugging her to him.
"If you don't mind," she said with a smile,
knowing the answer. "I mean, what kind of mother
would I be if I didn't offer you a hand."
Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling
her right earlobe as her hand hoisted his hardening
prick up and she began beating him slowly.
"We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said
when he rubbed her tits through her blouse. Something
in her voice told him she wished that they did.
"Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her
hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning erection.
Her small hand could only get a little more than
halfway around his circumference but she used it well,
rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great,
Mom....hmmm, yeah."
His cock was at full attention now and aching for
more than a motherly handjob. He could do that himself.
"How about sucking me?" he said to his mother,
again rubbing her tits through her blouse. He could
feel her hard nipples through the material and the bra
she was wearing.
"That was my plan all along, you silly goose" she
said, kissing him again, giving him a hint of tongue.
"I was thinking about it all night at work. I thought
the shift would never end."
She slid to her knees on the floor and moved be-
tween his legs. Brad leaned back on his elbows, looking
forward to the oral sperm collection his wild mother
was going to perform on him.
"Now, you let me know when the time comes," she
said, obviously referring to when he was going to
shoot.
"You gonna catch it in your hand or what?"
"No, I'll use this," she said, picking up a wine
glass on his bedside table that he hadn't noticed. She
put the glass back down and then lifted his cock
straight up in the air. She dipped her face and
planted a kiss on the underside of his swollen glans.
"Brenda's coming over, so no horsing around. You let
me know!"
"I will! Now suck me off!" he said.
She scooted a little closer and took his cock in
her mouth, her thin lips stretching around his girth
as she swallowed about half of his erection, all she
could possibly handle.
"Yeah, suck me, Mom....uuhhh...shit, I love it....
aahh!" he grunted as his mother copulated his cock,
watching her hand and mouth move in concert up and
down, up and down.
Brad liked being sucked almost as much as fucking
pussy. There was something about his dick in a girl's
mouth that really excited him to no end. A girl could
just lay there and her pussy could be doing nothing.
But when a girl used her mouth, then you knew if she
was really hot for you. Especially if they swallowed -
that was true love!
His mother would suck him but she always wanted
him up her cunt when he finished. Rarely would she
take him all the way with her mouth. But, hey, he
wasn't complaining. Blasting her puss with his load
was awesome!
"You are one sloppy cocksucker," he said, in a
good way, down to her. Spit was running down from her
lips to pool around her fist. Sucking cock made her
saliva glands really go to town and he usually gave
her some good natured ribbing about it.
She gave him a look as if to say I'll-get-you-for-
that as she drew her lips right up to the crown of his
cock. Then she tightened her grip with her right hand
and milked upward on his prick until her hand met her
lips. She slurped down all the spit on the top of her
hand and then popped her mouth off his glistening pole.
"There....all better," she said.
"Mom, I'm not complaining," Brad said with a laugh,
rubbing her left arm which was draped on his thigh.
"You can drool on it all you want!"
"Brad! Really, you are so gross sometimes, honey,"
she said, acting all offended.
"Mom, no one sucks me better," he said. That wasn't
the truth but she wanted to hear him say it.
"Thank you, Brad," she said, all happy again, her
hand jacking his dick with long tugs. "Do you think
you're close?"
"I could go anytime you want," Brad admitted. "I
could stall it but that's not why we're here, right?"
"All right, then, uh....why don't you stand up.
It'll make this easier."
She scooted back some, taking the glass from the
table, as he stood up in front of her. He immediately
fell in love with the arrangement. He'd never had his
mother on her knees like that; she'd always sucked him
in a bed. His prick was right in line with her pretty
mouth - it was perfect!
"I like you on your knees like this," he told her,
not shy in expressing himself. "Promise me, you'll do
this again."
"Does this make you feel all macho?" she asked,
fisting his cock again with her right hand. "Like when
you fuck me from behind?"
He could tell she was digging it too. The way she
had said the word fuck, making it sound raunchy, was a
sure sign of that.
"Just like," he said. "Now be a good mother and
suck!"
He placed his hands on her head as she gulped his
fat cock back into her mouth. She looked so slutty
sucking his dick, her cheeks going concave as her hand
jacked him, the wine glass at the ready.
"Beautiful....uuhh....suck me good.....this doesn't
count, you know....I'm gonna fuck you tonight..uuuhh...
I can tell you need...a good fucking."
His mother was in no position to argue with his
lip-stretching erection stuffed in her mouth. She
looked up at him and went right on sucking.
In thirty seconds, he was ready to explode.
"I'm gonna cum!" he panted down at her.
She hurriedly yanked her mouth off him and stuck
his cockhead in the glass as she continued to milk his
boner with her hand.
"O.K.!" she said.
A few jerks on his prick and he was shooting. He
watched the first long spurt of his cum splash against
the top of the tilted glass.
"Oh!" he heard his mother gasp as his vision got
all blurry. He put some of his weight on the top of
her head as his knees got shaky and he spurted again
into the glass. Then he felt his mother's mouth
swallow him again and he pulsed more cum over her
tongue before he was finished.
His vision sharpened to find his mother sitting
the glass on the bedside table by feel as she nursed
on his tingling prick.
"Mmmmmm, that was goooooood!" he said, taking his
hands off her head.
She sucked on him for a few more seconds, then she
kissed his drooping erection before standing up. Her
face was all flush and she gave him a quick kiss.
"I'm going to take this down and put it in a con-
tainer I brought from the hospital," she said, lifting
the wine glass in her hands. She started to head out
of the room and he gave her ass a playful squeeze.
"Thanks, Mom. I look forward to tonight."
She sort of hesitated, giving him steamy look, and
then she went downstairs.
'God, that boy can get me horny!' Sharon thought
as she went downstairs. The way he talked and touched
her always made her heart go like a rabbit. Her panties
were damp between her legs from the blowjob she had
given him and her body felt all alive now. The tired-
ness from working the overnight shift was gone.
She opened her purse which she had left on the
kitchen table and took out the small plastic container.
She removed its lid and then poured a good portion of
Brad's sperm into it, resealing it when she was
through.
The wine glass she took to the sink and washed out
thoroughly before putting it in the dishwasher with
some dishes from the previous night. She started the
machine through its wash cycle.
There was a knocking at the front door and Sharon
went to answer it. Brenda was waiting out on the front
porch.
"Hi. I'm a little early," Brenda apologized.
"That's O.K., dear. Come on in. Brad's done his
business." Both of them laughed as they went into the
kitchen. Sharon handed her the container and Brenda
tucked it carefully into her purse.
"That was good thinking this morning with Chris,"
Brenda said.
"He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"
"Chris? No, he was just joking around. But it is a
good excuse for my coming over here so often."
"You're going up to Chapel's Gate right now?"
"Yeah, I better get going. I'll call you tomorrow
when I hear the verdict
.....you know, Sharon, for someone that worked all night,
you look good," Brenda said. "You've really got good
high color."
"Really?" Sharon said. "Well, its the excitement
of what we're doing, I guess. Have a safe trip," she
said as they walked to the front door. Brenda walked
out to her car, got in and drove away.
'Thank goodness she wasn't any earlier,' Sharon
thought, watching her drive away. It wouldn't have
been a disaster; Brad just would have had to finish
by himself.
"Was that Brenda?" Brad said behind her. She turned
to see him sitting down at the kitchen table through
the archway of the front room. He'd put on a pair of
shorts and combed his damp hair back.
"Yes," she said, walking through the front room
toward the kitchen.
"Did she comment about why that sperm was still
warm?" Brad said and began to laugh as he put both
arms over his head, stretching his chest and shoulders
like a jungle cat.
"Oooooh, Brad!" she exclaimed, coming up behind
him and grabbing him by the neck. "What kind of a boy
am I raising?"
"My raising is over, Momma," he replied, dropping
his arms back to his side and tilting his face back at
her. "I think you did a pretty good job."
"Yeah, you turned out pretty good," Sharon said,
letting her hands run down onto his chest. They had a
moment then, eyes locking and passing loads of infor-
mation. Brad's hands moved over hers and she licked
her lips which were suddenly dry.
"Mom, I think we ought to go upstairs right now,"
Brad said softly, pushing his damp head against her
stomach. She knew what he meant and he had read her
like a book.
She was still all wound up from before and the
thought of going upstairs to just sleep was not appeal-
ing. Not when she had her Brad. She hated herself for
the lack of willpower but she needed her baby, not
sleep.
"Make sure all the doors are locked," she said
simply and headed upstairs, her fingers undoing the
buttons of her blouse.
"Oh, baby....let me do it...that's it....leave it
still," Sharon panted against her son's shoulder in
the early morning daylight filtering through the sheer
window curtains.
She felt his hands release her ass and slide up
onto her back. They began a slow up and down rub,
starting at the beginning swell of her butt and going
up to her mid-back.
She took a few deep breaths, settling down a little
from the energetic fucking he had been giving her.
Laying on his powerful body with her tits squashed
against his chest, she could feel his heart as well.
They had started with her on top for a little
variety. She knew it was his least favorite fucking
position but it was her second favorite and he had
felt she deserved her choice after helping him with
his sperm sample.
She pushed her upper body up off his, her hands
putting all her weight on his collarbones. He was
grinning up at her.
"I think I can go all day, Mom. That blowjob is
going to make me last." He gave his half-buried
erection, which was sticking in her pussy at a 45
degree angle, a slow thrust until it was all the way
inside her. Then he lowered his ass back down, drawing
it out again.
"That's big talk," she said, working her cunt
muscles on his cock tip. His eyes closed and he looked
like he was enjoying what she was doing, so she kept
it up for several moments, slowly adding a rocking
motion with her hips that began to slide him in and
out of her hair-fringed honeyhole.
"I bet I can get you off twice before you can make
me blow again," he said, looking up at her.
"I think that would be a sucker's bet, baby," she
said, screwing herself slowly on his manhood. Sharon
was sure her son probably would get her off at least
twice; she'd almost orgasmed a few minutes ago, before
she had stopped him and taken over their coupling.
"If you're so hot, let's cut out this slow shit,"
Brad complained, his hands stroking her sides. The boy
only knew one speed when it came to fucking. She'd been
trying to get him to learn to enjoy a nice, slow screw
but this morning she wasn't going to try to reason with
him.
"This better?" she said softly as she began to
truly fuck herself on his man-spike. Brad grunted up
at her and his hands grabbed her moving ass again.
"That's the way to fuck, Mom!" Brad said, letting
her do the dirty work for awhile.
With her feet and calves pressing against his legs,
she bounced her hips up and down, taking his cock to a
higher angle of ascension. Her slick pussy after their
initial fucking felt wide open, easily taking his thick
erection into her forbidden depths again and again.
"Uhhh," she gasp as the wave of utter lewdness
washed over her all at once. That one crystallizing
moment of awareness that always took her breath away
and shook her to the core.
The moment sometimes did not come but usually it
did. There were occasions when neither of them spoke
in a darkened bedroom. There were occasions when she'd
close her eyes through most of the act and just enjoy
the sex for what it was.
But usually the moment came as it did now. It was
particularly powerful this time because she was the
one in control. She was the one gyrating her stuffed
sex on her own son's proud prick.
"Uhhhh...God...oh God!" she wailed, digging her
fingernails into Brad's shoulders as she threw her
mature womanhood faster and faster on his tumescent
teen organ.
Like always, this was the time when she felt most
alive. She reveled in the wickedness of their act,
wishing that they didn't have to keep their true
relationship a secret. She wished she could tell the
whole world how fantastic it felt to fuck her flesh
and blood.
Brad's hands gripped her undulating ass tighter
and he began to drive his brawny broadsword of a cock
up into her humping hole.
"Mom!.....Fuck it!....Come on my dick!" Brad
hissed up at her.
"Yesssss...uuuuummm....uhh....oh, you're....you're.
..AAAAHAHHHH!"
Sharon shrieked as her cunt convulsed in orgasm and
she fell onto Brad's body where she shuddered uncon-
trollably in his grasp as her loins liquefied around
his still lunging cockshaft. She rode the depraved
rollercoaster of her toe-curling climax until she was
left gasping and weak, her son's erection waiting
patiently in the warmth of her womb.
'God, she is hot this morning!' Brad thought as
his mother lay sprawled on him, her crazy pussy squeez-
ing his cock in a decreasing spiral of contractions.
He had to be the luckiest guy in town - hell, in
the state!
His friends were out chasing girls their own age -
girls that would usually lead you on and give you
nothing or give it to you and then not know what they
were doing.
He'd had his relatively young mother, an experi-
enced lover that had showed him so much. And would
keep on showing him. He'd noticed that she had stopped
dating any men for almost the last year. She was all
his for as long as he wanted her.
"Oooooh, that was heavenly," she murmured.
It had been good but he was ready for more and in
another position. He slid his hands up onto her back
and slowly rolled their bodies over until she was on
her back. His cock slid out of her on the change-over
since they hadn't practiced the maneuver.
"Don't take it out," she whispered, her calves
crossing on the back of his thighs to protest her
emptiness. She'd opened her eyes and he smiled at her
as he leaned back on his haunches.
"I'm not through with you yet," he promised,
sliding his hands between his hips and her clasping
thighs. He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed
her legs toward her head, lifting her hips up slightly.
"Let me," she said. She let her knees fall open
and he took his hands away as she brought her legs
back further, her own hands grasping the back of her
knees. His dick bobbed up and down at the hot sight
of his mother - her knees pressed against her upper
arms, her little feet sticking straight up in the air
and her pink sex, all open and elevated for his
pleasure.
"Shit, Mom! You are so good to me," he said as he
moved over her. He fit the end of his prick into the
open throat of her sex and filled her swampy snatch
with his whole cock in a single motion.
"Uuuhhhmmmm, baby," she breathed throatily as he
entered her.
"Doesn't that feel fucking good?!" he grunted,
pressing in as far as he could, his balls laying on
her ass.
"You know it does," she said hotly, cupping his
face with her hands, letting his forearms hold her
legs back. "Like you know this way gets me off
quicker...you're not playing fair."
She was referring to their bet.
"What do you care? Even if you lose, you win," he
said and began to fuck her. He fucked his whopper of a
cock in and out of her oily, pink pussy, watching her
face reflect every thrust. A closing of the eyes.....a
panting breath through parted lips....a sideways toss
of the face into the pillows - he loved being able to
bring his mother this kind of pleasure even if it was
a by-product of his own kinky needs.
Yes, he knew what they did was perverse in the eyes
of many. An intimacy like theirs was supposed to be
destructive, undermine values and lead to God knew
what.
"Uuuuuhh....uuummmm....oh!...OH!...uuuummmm," his
mother moaned under him.
Brad didn't care where it all led to. His mother
could hate him when he found a girl and settled down
and cut her off.....he could hate her if she found a
man and remarried and said the incestuous affair was
over. He really wouldn't care because he'd had so much
fun, experienced what few did and have thousands of
memories just like this to recall.
"Take my cock, Mom," he said, getting back into
the act. "Aaahh, shit! Spread that pussy for me!"
He began fucking her harder, feeling the early
rumblings of his next climax. He was sure he could
get her off again but winning his bet was in serious
doubt. He should have known that once he got on top,
he was going to find it harder not to finish.
"UUuuuuUUUHHHH.....UUUUUMMM.....OOooooooomMMMMM,"
his appreciative mother huffed as his hips slapped
against the back of her thighs. Her squirrelly pussy
took his driving dick again and again.
"Youhotlittlemother!" Brad said in a rush and
lowered himself completely on her, pushing her legs
back further. He kissed her like their was no tomorrow,
their tongues swapping back and forth as he fucked her
lush lap.
He fucked her hard for another couple of minutes,
the bed creaking under them. Then he felt her fingers
down around his flashing fuck-rod, felt her playing
with her clitty and she went off under him.
"OOHHBBRAAADDDDD!....GGGGAAAAHHHHH!" his mother
squealed and he felt her cunt clamp down on his
plunging prick. He felt his own body want to join her
but he stopped thrusting and the urge passed. There
was no way he was going to be able to get her off
again without losing his load himself.
He moved his hands inside his mother's legs, let-
ting them fall back behind him. She locked her heels
behind his ass as he kissed and teased her right ear-
lobe. He supported most of his weight on his left
elbow and slid his right hand between their sweaty
bodies. His hand began to do a slow figure-8 between
her cute tits as she luxuriated in the aftermath of
her second strong cumming.
"You're being too good to me, Brad," his mother
said dreamily with her eyes closed, "God, you might
win this silly bet." She laughed deep in her chest,
the vibration running through his fingers as he
lightly pinched her left nipple.
"There's not a chance of that," he whispered. She
opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Poor baby....I can see the need in your eyes,"
she said, running her nails along his back. There was
the hint of a smile on her lips.
"You can not!" Brad said, calling her bluff.
"Oh, I can, baby," she insisted. "And I can feel
it as well...your big, fat cock is swelled to the
max..... I know it wants to shoot all that hot cum
in me.....right in Momma's belly."
'Oh, fuck her! She's going to use that nasty talk
on me,' Brad thought, squeezing her right tit as his
mother's eyes flashed at him.
"I know what you're up to, Mother," he said,
beginning to move in her again.
"I know what you're up to, too, son," she said,
moving her hands down to hold his ass. "You're getting
ready to blast my pussy with a big load, baby....that's
what I want....come on, Brad.....give your mother a
bellyful, baby!"
The mention of baby triggered thoughts of Brenda.
In a few days, he could be sticking his dick up his
sister-in-law's pussy just like he was with Mom. He
felt himself move closer to his own ending.
"That's what you....want, right!" he said down to
her as he began banging away in her soupy hole. "Just
like me and Brenda...what I'm going to do...to her!"
She was quiet for a moment, just making small
gasping sounds as he fucked her. Then she fessed up.
"Yes!....I want to....watch you and Brenda!"
That picture really sent Brad upward - his mother
wanted to see him fucking Brenda, wanted to watch him
shaft her pussy, wanted to watch his jism seep out
around his manhood when he impregnated her!
"God damn!" he grunted, feeling himself began to
lose it. He was going full speed now, driving his
mother's ass into the squeaking bed while her hands
and legs gripped him.
"Cum in me! .... Shoot it, Brad!" she encouraged
him.
"I can't.... I can't stop! ..... UUUUHHHHGGGGMMM!"
he groaned loudly as his balls blew, sending his cum
deep in her depths.
"Oh, yesssss....that's it, Brad!" she said victor-
iously as he drenched her innards with long spurts.
"Give it all to me, baby."
He stopped cumming and was left naked on his
mother, his balls aching from the second discharge of
the morning, not at all unhappy that he had lost their
bet.
Afterward, he lay with her as she began to doze
off.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Did you mean what you said? About wanting to watch
me and Brenda?"
"I don't know, Brad....I don't know why I said
that."
Brad was sure she had meant it but she was back-
tracking now. Maybe she thought that was too outrageous
but Brad found the idea exciting. He set his mind to
thinking of how to make it happen, holding his worn out
mother as she went to sleep.
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Brenda was a little nervous on Thursday morning.
The big day had come up so fast seemingly. It was only
a few hours until she would be going over to her
mother-in-law's house to have sex with her husband's
brother. The tests on Brad had come back very positive.
'Not sex,' she tried to correct her thinking, 'Just
penetration and ejaculation.' She shouldn't get any
enjoyment out of it, it was just going to be nothing
more than a business transaction. Brad had the sperm
and she should have the egg.
But she'd kept having those dreams.....those nasty
dreams.
"What have you got planned today?" Chris asked,
finishing his breakfast.
"I promised to go over to your mother's and help
her in her garden."
Brenda felt guilty about deceiving her husband but
she put on a pretty smile.
"That's nice of you. I'm glad you and Mom are get-
ting along so well. Why don't you invite her over for
dinner Sunday?"
"I will. That would be nice."
Chris kissed her and headed to work.
Brenda cleaned the kitchen table and went upstairs
to shower.
She turned on the shower and let it warm up as she
took off her robe and hung it on the back of the bath-
room door. Turning to the bathroom mirror, she began to
pin her hair up.
It might have been the sight of her naked body in
the fogging mirror that triggered again the images from
her dreams. She couldn't suppress them. Brad .... that
huge manhood .... all that cum! Her nipples were hard
when she finished pinning her hair, so intense were her
imaginings.
"Why are you thinking these things?" she said to
the mirror.
She tried to break down the components of the
dream.
There was the impregnation portion of it near the
end; that part was easy to understand.
Then there was the size of Brad's dick in the
dream and all the stuff that came out of it. Obviously,
no one could be hung like the Brad in her dreams or
come like that, over and over. Her mind had blown that
both way out of proportion as a sign of male potency,
no doubt. Chris was about six and a half inches and on
the slender side so she couldn't expect any more from
Brad's equipment.
Then there was the fact that she enjoyed the sex
with Brad in the dream, cumming several times. Brenda
enjoyed sex in her real life, always had and always
would. Chris and she had lots of fun in bed, they
would sometimes rent X-rated films, etc.
But also she got the impression that she enjoyed
the dream sex because it was Brad - rude, jerkish Brad.
And he was Chris's brother.
She ran the palms of her hands lightly over her
stiffened nipples. She suddenly felt better, more sure,
about what she was going to do.
'Getting pregnant is the goal....doing it with
Brad might be awkward but that doesn't matter....if
it's good, then that's even better. And there's no
reason to feel guilty if it does...you're not going
to love Chris any less."
Feeling nearly at peace, she stepped into the
shower.
Continued in part 4...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Authors name: Chili Repost
Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 4/7
(sis-in-law, preg, voy)
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 4
BY CHILI PEELER
"Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to
her pacing son.
It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were
both in the front room of the house awaiting the
arrival of Brenda.
"Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window.
"You would think she'd at least be on time."
"She'll be here. I talked to her this morning and
she was coming. Why don't you wait upstairs in your
room? You can get ready."
Brad looked at her and gave her a smile. 'Getting
ready' meant looking at some dirty magazines so he would
come to the bed in an aroused state. Sharon had thought
it would be less awkward for Brenda.
"O.K., Mom," Brad said. He started walking toward
the way upstairs but stopped in the doorway to say,
"But if Brenda chickens out, you're going to be the
one on the receiving end later on."
'I almost wish Brenda does not show up,' Sharon
thought after he tromped upstairs. She put the magazine
down that she had been thumbing through and walked to
the window herself.
The last couple of days had been very strange. She
had never needed her son like she had since she had
suggested her idea to Brenda. It might have awakened
some desires of her own to have another child because
she had fucked Brad every day since Monday. Yesterday,
she had taken him in the morning again, wanting him to
have all night to build up for Brenda.
Down in the valley, a car made the turn onto their
road. Too far away to tell if it was Brenda but the car
was the same color as hers. Sharon walked to the front
door and went out onto the front porch. She could hear
the phone from the porch if it wasn't Brenda coming up
the road.
But it was. Brenda pulled her car into the driveway
as Sharon gave her a welcoming wave.
'My knees are shaking,' thought Sharon. 'What must
Brenda be going through!'
"Good morning," Brenda said, getting out of the car
and opening the back door to pull out a small travel
bag.
"Morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" Sharon
said walking down the steps to meet her halfway. They
hugged briefly in the sunshine.
"A little excited, actually," Brenda said when
they unclenched.
Sharon hadn't expected her to be so together; she
had thought she would have to bolster her courage. But
Brenda was all smiles.
"Well then, come on in," Sharon said. They went
inside and Sharon asked Brenda to sit at the kitchen
table for a moment.
"Where's Brad?" Brenda asked, placing her bag on
the table and sitting down.
"He's upstairs in his room. I thought we'd keep
him there until we were ready for him," Sharon said
as she poured them some ice tea. "I think there are
a few things to cover before we go up."
"Sure, what?" Brenda asked as she took the glass
of ice tea and Sharon sat down opposite from her at
the table.
"Well, we've talked about how best to do this.
You'll be wearing the nightshirt and be under the
covers. Brad will get under the covers and remove his
shorts. Now, he'll have a full erection when he gets
into bed."
Brenda made a little smile at that and Sharon
stopped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sharon....just hearing you talk
about Brad that way..."
"I know. It feels strange, believe me," Sharon
said and they both had a little laugh. "Now, getting
back to the subject...uh, Brad has told me that he is..
fairly well endowed."
'If she only knew how I really knew!' Sharon
thought as she watched Brenda mull over what she had
said. For all Sharon knew, Chris might be the same way
but Sharon wanted to warn Brenda right up front so the
supposed surprise wouldn't stall things once they were
upstairs.
"Did he qualify that anymore?" Brenda said.
"No, but I've got some lubricant upstairs, if you
didn't bring any."
"You know, I didn't even think about that.....
Sharon, I've got a little confession to make. Sitting
here, I feel like it's the first night of my honeymoon.
I mean, my body is excited....that way."
'God, she's telling me she's wet for Brad!' Sharon
thought.
"Brenda, uh....that's understandable, dear. You're
just thinking about being with child...that's all it
is," Sharon rationalized for her.
"Yeah," Brenda agreed.
"You know, we're walking a tightrope here, dear,"
Sharon continued. "It's natural for us to get excited
over the sexual act. That's why we do it even when we
are not trying to have babies. But here we're trying
to stay professional about it which is really sort of
unnatural....so, don't feel bad for feeling the things
you usually feel during sex. It's just natural."
"Whew! Sharon, I'm so glad you know what I'm going
through....the only thing that scared me about all this
was, what if....I enjoyed the act with Brad to the
extent that I, um, had an orgasm," Brenda confessed.
Sharon realized there was another dynamic at work
besides Brenda's babymaking desires. She could be mis-
taken but she thought Brenda was looking forward to
getting fucked by Brad for other reasons.
"Brenda, it could happen and there would be nothing
wrong with it if it did. I don't have to tell you how
good it can feel. You're not going to be up there
shaking hands!" Sharon joked and Brenda laughed again.
"Besides, you could be fantasizing about Chris, right?"
"Sharon, you're so cool," Brenda said. "I'm glad I
married your son."
"You know how much I like having you in the
family," Sharon responded, patting her hand. "Ready
to go up?"
"Sure." Brenda stood up with her bag and they
headed upstairs.
Brenda pulled the nightshirt down over her hips
and reached up to pull her hair from out of the neck
of the sleepshirt. The shorts and blouse she had worn
were stacked neatly on the counter in Sharon's bedroom
bath.
"God, calm down," she whispered to her reflection.
Her nipples were more than apparent through the night-
shirt's fabric. She wished she had brought a bra. And
under the shirt, her womanhood was tingling with mois-
ture.
'This is not going to be like your dreams,' she
told herself.
She opened the door and walked out into Sharon's
bedroom, where her mother-in-law sat on her bed.
"That shirt will do nicely," Sharon said. "Brad
won't see a stitch of you. Come on and get into bed."
Her mother-in-law held the sheets up and Brenda
crawled into bed.
"Now, there's some lubricant here," Sharon said,
motioning to the bookcase headboard of the bed. She
saw a small bottle of oil sitting there. "My suggestion
is use a lot....we want things to go right the first
time. We should bring Brad in, then I'll take him out
afterward so you don't feel uncomfortable."
"You'll take him out?"
"Yes, I'll be over in that chair."
Sharon tilted her head toward a chair on the
opposite side of the room beyond the foot of the bed.
"So, you'll be in the room during.....?!" Brenda
was a little surprised. It wasn't that she was against
the idea. Maybe not being alone with Brad was a good
idea really. Having his mother in the room would keep
Brad in line she supposed. But she was surprised that
Sharon would want to be...it was sort of weird.
"Yes," Sharon answered, "I thought that if I were
in the room, I could monitor things. I think Chris, if
he ever were to find out, would appreciate me not
leaving you two alone. Does that make any sense?"
"Yeah, that does make sense," she conceded. "Brad
knows about this?"
"Yes, I told him and he didn't seem to have any
problem with it. I'll be way over there and with the
covers over you, I won't see anything."
"Oh, I know that," she said. "It's fine with me."
"Good, I'll go check on Brad and let you have a
few moments. I'll come back to see if you're ready and
then go back and tell Brad to come in when he's ready..
..oh, let me get a towel for you."
Sharon walked into the bathroom and came back with
a towel.
"Spread this under you so the oil doesn't get all
over..I'll be back in a few minutes." Sharon went out,
closing the door behind her.
Brenda threw back the covers and arranged the towel
perpendicular to her body under her bottom. She pulled
the covers back over her and raised her legs so her
knees made a tent. She took the bottle of oil, careful-
ly opened it and poured some on the fingers of her left
hand, transporting the oil between her legs that way.
She worked her fingers into the soft, neat folds of
her sex. She had freshly shaved the area the day
before, leaving only a tuft of dark hair near the top.
She took Sharon's advise and used a lot of the oil,
enjoying having to use her fingers to hold herself open
so the oil would slicken everything up.
'God, bring Brad on!' she half-joked, sitting the
bottle back on the headboard.
'Look at those fucking titties,' Brad said to him-
self. They defied belief. Big, round jugs with nipples
that stuck upward, instead of straight out. He turned
the page of the Hustler magazine as the door to his
bedroom opened and his mother walked in without knock-
ing. She closed the door behind her and leaned against
it.
"She here?" he asked, laying the magazine down. He
saw her looking at his hard cock as it lay on his belly
before she answered.
"Yes and, in a few minutes, she's going to be ready
for you," his mother said, walking over to sit by him
on the bed. "I can see you're ready for her."
"So, what kind of a mood is she in? She nervous?"
he asked.
"Hardly!" his mother said with a short chuckle.
"Whatthehell does that mean?"
"I think she's looking forward to it," his mother
said, lifting her hand to slowly trace her fingers on
the bottom of his erection. "She admitted that she was
excited and she was looking for excuses if you got her
off."
"Mother, don't fuck with my mind!" he said, looking
at her to see if she was pulling his hog. He couldn't
see any deception.
"Brad, I'm not kidding about this. I'm only telling
you so it doesn't surprise you. If it happens, if you
get her off, don't make a big deal out of it in front
of her. I want you to be a gentleman....if you screw
this up, it's going to be quite some time before we
sleep together again."
"Mom, don't worry. I know the drill. She's O.K.
with you in the room?"
"Yes, she saw the logic in that."
"I wonder what she'd say if she knew you just
wanted to hear her squeal when I lay the pipe to her!"
That had been the thing that he had learned on
Monday morning. His mother was turned-on by the whole
baby-making thing. She'd finally admitted that watching
them would be a real turn on. Brad and she had finally
worked out the sitting-in-the-chair-to-protect-Chris
plan. She wasn't going to be able to watch but she'd
hear most everything - the squeaking bed, her groans
and this loud, finishing grunt that he had auditioned
for her so she would know right when he was cumming.
"Be nice, baby," his mother mockingly scolded him
as she got up. "I'll be right back, so get your shorts
on." She went out of his bedroom, leaving the door
open.
'Mother's gonna need a fucking herself after this!'
he thought gleefully as she pulled on a ratty pair of
Bermuda shorts and zipped them up carefully to avoid
catching himself in the zipper. The shorts did little
to hide the big bulge but he'd chosen them for that
reason. 'Give Brenda a little idea of what she's gonna
be getting!'
He went to his bedroom door and looked down toward
his mother's bedroom. Her door was closed, so he hung
out in his doorjamb.
Her bedroom door opened and his mother leaned out
to him. She motioned him with a forefinger and a smile,
out of Brenda's sight, to come to her room.
"He's coming," her mother-in-law said as she turned
back to her.
"Here goes nothing," she said and Sharon smiled at
her.
Then Brad came through the door. He was wearing a
pair of old shorts and Brenda couldn't help but notice
the tent in the front. And Brad didn't try to hide it,
she thought. He just stood there with his hands on his
hips as his mother closed the door behind him.
"Hi, Brad," she said, not looking away.
"Hey, Brenda," he said nicely as he walked to the
other side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. It
was a king-size bed so he was still some way from her.
"Ready to make a baby?"
"Brad!" his mother said, looking away miffed as
she walked to the foot of the bed.
"Mom, that's what we're here for, right?" Brad
said as she felt him removing his shorts.
"Just keep the talking to a minimum," Sharon told
him. "This is a stressful situation, especially for
Brenda."
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Brenda," Brad mut-
tered as he threw his shorts on top of the covers.
"It's all right, Brad," she said, "Your mother is
trying to watch out for me. But everything's O.K.,
Sharon. Brad and I will just do this and that'll be
that. Right, Brad?"
"Nothing to it," Brad agreed. "People been doing
it forever."
Brenda liked that thought. Brad seemed to be at
ease and ready to do his duty for their family.
"Well, I'll be over here," Sharon said and she
walked over and sat in her chair.
Brad slid closer to her and Brenda lay down fully,
using her hands to pull her hair up so it wouldn't be
under her. It was a motion she usually did in her bed
with her husband but now she was doing it for his
younger brother. And it excited her.
Brad then moved over her. He supported his weight
on his hands, holding his chest about six inches above
her as his knees found the space between her legs. She
made the space wider and raised her knees. She started
to inch up the hem of her nightshirt with her hands to
expose her womanhood.
All of a sudden, Brad leaned back on his knees,
his upper body moving up as his hands grabbed the
sheets like a cape. Looked down withoutthinking and
she was looking right at Brad's erection.
"Oh," she said in surprise. Brad was hung like a
pony! She'd never seen an organ that thick!
Then, just as quickly, Brad lowered himself back
over her, pulling the covers up around their shoulders.
'Brenda took the bait!' Brad thought, unable to
stop a big smile. He'd been thinking about that
maneuver since they had set down the rules of the
session. 'Dangled Big Chubby in front of her and she
got an eyeful!'
His mother, sitting back behind them in her chair,
would not have seen anything. As far as she knew, he
was just going to get in and get out. But he wanted to
test his sister-in-law, especially if she had told his
mother she was excited. The next couple of seconds
would tell if this was going to be fun for both of
them or just a great masturbation for him.
Brenda looked up at him again and her face had
lost that detached, all-business look. She looked
turned on! Brad decided to press the issue immediately.
He lowered himself down on her until his chest was
pressing against her shirt-clad bosom and erection was
digging into her shrouded crotch.
"If we whisper, Mom won't hear us," he said very
softly.
"We shouldn't talk," Brenda whispered back but it
didn't sound fully sincere.
"Brenda, I want to be honest with you....I've
wanted to fuck you for a long time. I want you to fuck
me back...not just lay there."
Her eyes widened a little and her tongue tip wetted
her lips.
"I don't want to cheat on Chris," she whispered
finally.
"This is cheating. Don't kid yourself...let's enjoy
it, Brenda. It's like a 'One Free Cheating' card in
Monopoly." He rubbed his erection against the soft
splay of her legs and she drew in a little shuddering
breath. Oh, see wanted him all right. "Brenda, I want
you to let yourself go. This is going to be our
secret."
She remained silent but her hands came up to softly
hold his sides.
"Did you see my cock?" he continued softly.
"Yes."
"You're going to love it in your pussy," he
whispered confidently.
"Brad, you shouldn't talk like that," Brenda said
weakly, closing her eyes.
"All right...act like you don't want it," he
whispered, "but pull your shirt up just the same." He
waited a few beats, wondering if she'd call the whole
thing off just to try and prove to him that she wasn't
hot for it. But then her hands moved down and he felt
her shirt being dragged upward under his erection.
Then, he felt hair and the soft, warm feathery folds
of her womanhood touching the bottom of his manhood.
He was surprised by the textures; he'd imagined Brenda
would be more Au natural like his mother. It felt like
Brenda had shaved herself bare!
'Man, I wish I could do the whole nine yards on her.
I'd love to get a look at that pussy....work her over
with my tongue a bit!' Brad wished but he knew he'd
never get the chance. Still, he was going to bang her
pussy!
He worked his hips back a little and felt the head
of his prick slide down out of hair into hot fleshy
skin, the inner labia of his sister-in-law. Somewhere
in there was her pussy hole and he prodded her crotch
several times looking for that sweet spot. But he was
so erect, he couldn't get it down far enough; he kept
rubbing into what had to be her clit because he kept
feeling hair too.
"Lower," Brenda whispered.
He had reach back between them with his right hand
and push himself down. He was pressing into her skin,
pushing down and then it found the mark. Most of the
head slid into her oiled groove and then, when he felt
the going get a little tough, he stopped. He wanted
to be sure he went slowly as always.
"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" he said in a normal
voice. It was O.K. for his mother to hear that. In
fact, he wanted her to. He hadn't forgot she was back
there.
Brenda didn't say anything, just kept her eyes closed
but her hands gripped his sides a little harder.
'I'll take that as a Go-Ahead.'
He pressed forward and he felt the flared head of his
cock pop through the gateway of her pussy. The ring of
her pussy portal clamped around his shaft as he inched
it in.
'How did he know?...Could he see it on my face?'
Brenda wasn't able to answer the questions in her mind.
Not with Brad's thick member sliding into her excited
body. All she knew was that Brad stirred her up even
more the way he had talked to her.
'I'm going to cum...I know I am...he's going to start
fucking me and I'll cum...he'll feel me cumming!'
He was just opening her up, pushing his surprising
fullness slowly in. She tried to relax her loins but,
instinctively, they cramped up in delicious shivers
around the intruding but oh-so-welcomed cock of her
husband's brother.
"You got it all," Brad whispered above her and she
felt his pubic bone pushing into her and what she knew
must be his balls against the lower swells of her
flattened asscheeks. "God, you feel good, Brenda."
'So do you!' she wanted to tell him but she bit her
lip. It was going to be hard to be around Brad as it
was after all this was over.
He left himself all the way in her and it was all
she could focus on. If he'd started moving it in and
out, she could have gone on to something else, kept
her mind out of things. But he left it in and it burned
a hole in her mind.
The dream came back to her, his girth was like that
in the dream, his skin was pressing on her exposed
clit, his heavy scrotum against her ass, full of baby-
syrup, he'd be spurting it in her!
Her skin went all prickly all of a sudden. The
nightshirt, the thin cotton nightshirt, suddenly felt
like a wool blanket, her body was burning up. The heat
was mentally generated, not real.
'No...not yet!!' she managed to think right before
her pussy started convulsing around Brad's cock. She'd
cum and he hadn't even started fucking her!
"UUUHHH!" she gasp loudly before she could stop her-
self.
Sharon was wondering what was happening under the
covers of her bed. Things seemed to be taking an
awfully long time to get started. She hoped it was
just Brad being very careful with his sister-in-law's
feelings and body.
"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" she heard her son
say from under the covers.
Sharon sat back in her chair.
She knew what was happening now. Brad was working
himself into her body. Sharon crossed her legs, feeling
a warmness growing in her own loins. She knew what
Brenda was feeling right at that moment, she knew the
satisfying feeling of having Brad as a lover.
She thought she heard some whispering from under the
covers after a moment. She began to lean forward when
a loud "UUUHHH!" filled the bedroom. It was definitely
Brenda and Sharon took it for what it was - an expres-
sion of sexual stimulation.
The covers over their legs began moving but it wasn't
the thrusting motion she had been expecting; it was
more of a thrashing motion. It quieted down after a few
seconds.
'Is that it?' Sharon thought. 'I would have thought
Brad would have lasted longer than that....but it is
Brenda and he might have gotten too excited.'
She was thinking about speaking out but then the
covers started moving the way she had envisioned.
Brad's ass was pumping.
'She is fucking hot!' Brad swore to himself as
Brenda's pussy jerked around his skewering prick.
'Cumming all over my cock....oh, I'm gonna take her
there again....gonna fuck her good!'
She was working her cumming cunt in a circle under
him, her sharp fingernails were digging in his sides,
her thighs squeezing his hips tightly. Her pretty face
was all scrunched, mirroring the sexual turmoil in her
now juicy twat.
And then...right there....a slight, slight smile on
her lips as her face began to slacken and her climactic
movements ended.
'Oh yeah! She enjoyed that all right....God, I can't
believe Chris gets this whenever he wants!' He let
his weight down on her, wanting to feel her curvaceous
form all up and down his torso. Her round tits squashed
themselves out and he could feel her hard nipples
through the shirt. His face slipped past hers, his
cheek rubbing hers. He could smell the fruity variety
of shampoo in her hair which was fanned on the pillow
under her head.
Her hands slipped around his back, holding him to
her. And then he felt her face turning to him slightly,
pressing itself against his hair. Then he felt the
kisses she was making, her lips rooting through his
hair, coming upon his ear, kissing his ear!
"Yeah," he said softly and began fucking her.
Her pussy was stretched by that time and only clung
a little as he rolled his hips, withdrawing only about
two inches from her hot, rich confines on each slow
piston-like pump.
Brenda's hot breath blew in his ear every time he
pushed in as far as he could. He began to mix up his
rhythm, sometimes doing his thrusts quicker, sometimes
slower, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. Always, her
breath filled his ear when he filled her.
Her hands did not stay on his back. They started
doing circles, rubbing him, always moving a little
lower. They were almost to the swell of his ass when
he gave her a really hard thrust. Just like he'd hoped,
her hands grabbed his dimpled asscheeks.
With Brenda's small hands clutching his naked ass,
he began to really fuck her. She started moaning
loudly, right into his ear. It sounded deafening to
him but it was certainly loud enough to fill the bed-
room.
"Uuuuuhhhh...uuuuUUUGGGHH.....Oooohhhh!"
Brenda wasn't even aware she was making those noises.
All she was aware of was Brad's husky prick pounding
her pussy like she hadn't had in years. Oh, Chris got
her off and she was always satisfied but..... this
fucking was torrid.
It reminded her of the high school days. She'd been
popular back then because she had developed early and
because she'd been a "loose" girl. There'd been a line
of seniors waiting for her every year and she'd called
a lot of their numbers. All those nights in the back
of cars, guys so horny they'd just pull her skirt and
panties off and mount her. No finesse back then, they'd
stop thrust as fast and as long as they could. Their
weight pinning her, hard cock slamming in her......
she'd loved it.
The irony was incredible - by some miracle, she'd
hadn't gotten knocked up in her backseat ballets and
now, here she was, mostly clothed, holding the churning
ass of a teenager, hoping that his sperm was going to
create a life in her belly!
Sharon Larrington sat in her chair, a hand on her
throat to represent the shock of hearing Brenda getting
so excited by her son's fucking and the other hand
under her skirt for the same reason. The front of her
panties were damp, her fingers rubbing the material
into her own sopping slit.
'Oh Brenda!..I know!...I know!' Sharon said to her-
self.
In front of her, her bed was squeaking away as it
always did when she and Brad made love. The covers
were lifting and falling in the familiar hurried
heaving of her son's ass. Brenda kept moaning and
huffing.
'I've got to get a hold of myself,' Sharon realized,
pulling her hand from under her skirt. In a few minutes
she'd be shooing Brad out and trying to present an
impartial, caring front to Brenda.
Under the covers, Brad could feel his balls aching
to unload in his brother's wife. Fucking her was better
than he'd imagined it could be - she was fucking him
back, throwing her cunt up at him and pulling him into
her bald box at the same time.
And he was taking liberties as well - his left hand
was up under her nightshirt now, squeezing and kneading
her right breast. His tongue was in her left ear. He
was using his erection like a spade, sending it almost
straight down into Brenda, the top of his shaft rubbing
her clit just like Mom had taught him. Brenda tossed
her head away from him, her groans whipping upward,
building to a crescendo.
"UHHHHH.....Oooh.....oOOOHH....HHHHHUUUUUUU!"
Brenda's body torqued under him as her pussy blew up
in a second orgasm, this one much bigger than the
first.
It was just the excuse he was looking for. He shoved
into her as deep as he could and let loose.
"OOOHYYEAAAAHHH!" he shouted, totally forgetting the
grunt he'd told his mother he would make. His cum
jetted into Brenda's roiling vagina in shuddering
spurts, each feeling better than the first.
Continued in part 5...
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Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 5/7
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 5
BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com
'Oh, God help me, that was so good,' Brenda thought
as they became still. She could feel her womb awash in
Brad's seed and she said a quick silent prayer that she
would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual concep-
tion to be memorable and this certainly would be.
"Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear.
"Have you two....finished?" Brad's mother's voice
called.
'I forgot all about her....she heard everything!'
Brenda thought, her face becoming red with embarrass-
ment. She gave a push up at Brad to get him moving out
and off of her and she pushed at the inside of his
elbow, trying to get him to remove his hand from under
her nightshirt.
"Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question.
Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his
knees as his deflating cock slipped out of her, the
covers falling down behind his ass. His eyes dropped
down and Brenda realized he was staring right at her
spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down
just as his mother came into sight on his left.
"Are you all right?" his mother said kindly.
"Yeah..." Brenda answered, "uh....Brad did his job."
"I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to
cover himself. And in front of his own mother!
"Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if
you don't mind," his mother said, keeping her gaze
averted.
"All right," he said toward his mother. But before
he moved off the bed, he reached down to rub her left
knee and said, "I hope that gives you what you want."
He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and
in the emotional state she was in, she teared up.
Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his
shorts. He just picked them up off the bed and walked
out of the room.
"You sure you're O.K.?" his mother asked, sitting
beside her to stroke her forehead.
"I feel good, Sharon, really I do."
"Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said,
taking some of the pillows in her hands. In a few
moments, they had several pillows and the towel under
her.
"I know this is a position feels stupid but I want
you to stay like this for about an hour," Sharon said,
again sitting down beside her to rub her arm. Mrs.
Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her
wedding to Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda....
you're doing a good thing for the family."
"Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before..."
Brenda started, then trailed off.
"No, why would you think that?"
"I didn't maintain much control before...I was too
verbal, wasn't I?"
Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids.
When you make a baby, it's always like that. We talked
about that before. Now, I want you to just relax and
think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows, some-
thing could be happening in you right now."
Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the fore-
head. Then, she stood and headed to leave the bedroom.
"I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed
the door behind her.
Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby.
...and Brad.
'Brad's going to be impossible to live with,' Sharon
predicted as she walked down to his bedroom. 'He'll be
cockier than ever after his performance with Brenda.'
Sharon smiled. That wasn't so bad for her.
She opened the door to his room but found it empty.
She walked back to the staircase and went downstairs.
She found her son in the kitchen making a tuna salad
sandwich. He gave her a shit-eating grin when she
walked into the room.
"That Brenda is hot-to-trot," he said excitedly.
"Man, I had her going!"
"Brad, keep your voice down," she said. He didn't
realize how loud he was and in a still house......
"Come on, loosen up, Mom," he said quieter. "Did
you hear her? She came twice!"
Sharon felt herself getting mad and she didn't know
why. Then, she realized she was jealous. That was a
stupid thing to be - Brad would still be hers after
all this was through. But it still sort of stung.
"Of course, I heard her. I was sitting right there,"
she said as she leaned back against the counter.
"So?...did you like listening to us?" Brad said with
a wink as he closed up the bread bag.
"What do you think?" she said evasively. She was
reluctant to tell him how turned on she had become
listening to Brenda's moans and the squeaking bed.
"I think you liked it, Mom," he said, walking up to
her. He was three inches taller than she, so she
tilted her head back slightly to keep looking at his
eyes. They were full of mischief, even after the
energetic sex he'd just had upstairs. "I bet it got
you all hot too."
He grabbed her breasts through her blouse and she
had to stop him with a swipe of her hand.
"Brad, you know better. Not where someone could
see." One of her greatest fears was that someone from
a neighboring house would spot her and her son doing
something illicit. The chances were slim because the
homes in their neighborhood up sat on two and a half
acre lots. But it was too chancey. "Besides, Brenda
is upstairs."
"She's up on the blocks, right?" He was refering to
the elevated hips.
"Yes, but...."
"Then we don't have to worry about her," he said and
he pinned her against the counter with his body.
"Brad, stop it!"
"Sssshh....I just want to check you out," he said
with a chuckle, his right hand going to her bare leg
below the hem of her skirt. He began to slide it upward
onto her thigh, his wrist pulling the front of her
skirt up with it.
She didn't make another move to stop him. He was
still high from doing Brenda and she had no way to
get loose, if she wanted to. She put her hands on his
shoulders to steady herself as he pressed his fingers
into the thin cotton panties covering her sex.
"I feel a little wetness here," Brad said with a
learing smile. She kept quiet as he looped his fingers
in the bottom of her panties but drew in a sharp breath
as he wormed a finger into her pussy. "Nice and slick,
Mom.....did you finger yourself while you watched us?"
"No....but I wanted to." She didn't feel terribly
embarrassed to tell him that now. She couldn't deny
what he was feeling with his finger.
Brad leaned away from her, pulling his finger from
her forbidden furrow. He took her by the hand and
started to pull her across the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Come on....come back here."
He walked her through the back entrance hall that
contained her washer and dryer and into the back
bathroom, closing the door behind them. Immediately
to his left was the bathtub which had a window over
it. He stepped into it with one foot and pulled down
the sash which would stop anyone from looking in.
"Brad, why don't we wait, honey?" she said as he
moved toward her. "Once Brenda is gone, we'll have
the rest of the day."
"Let me take care of you," he said, pulling her skirt
up. "You're the only one that hasn't gotten off yet in
this crazy house."
He steered her back against the wall beside the
toilet. She grasp the hem of her raised skirt and held
it up as he hooked his fingers in the top of her
panties. He went to his knees on the shag toilet rug,
pulling her panties down to mid-thigh as he went down.
He slid her panties down to her ankles, his eyes
staring at her pussy.
'This is not a good idea with Brenda in the house...
but....' Sharon told herself but she put aside reason
and wantonly untangled her left low-heeled shoe from
her panties and propped her foot up on the toilet lid,
giving her hunky son the open thighs he wanted.
Brad scooted closer, his hands sliding up the back
of her thighs to hold her ass as he buried his face
against her damp sex mound. She sucked in an excited
breath as her son began to suck on her pussy. She
started to moan as Brad worked her furry slit with
his tongue and lips.
'Brenda can't hear us.....she's way upstairs,'
Sharon told herself, letting natural moans escape her
lips. 'I'm going to cum soon...all over my son's
tongue.....and then I'll go back upstairs....and no
one will know!'
"MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMM.......MMMMMmmmOOOOOHH...AAH...
.....ooohhhh....mmmMMMMMM....uuuuuhhhhh....OOOOOOHH!"
The small bathroom filled with her unrestrained
encouraging groans as she began to grind her cunt
on her son's face, his hands pulling her feminine
furrow tight on his knowing mouth.
She pulled the top of her skirt tight against her
stomach and looked down at the fleshy folds of her
mons as they rubbed on Brad's mouth and nose. His
eyes were open looking up at her, egging her on. She
felt his tongue press into the oily hole of her pussy,
felt him breathing like a enraged bull right up her
cunt!
"OHBRAD!" she cried, much louder than she wanted,
as she closed her eyes and grabbed handfuls of her
son's long hair. Her skirt, forgotten, dropped down
to cover his head. She began to really fuck herself
on Brad's face, rolling her hips crazily, feeling
his nose raking back and forth on her clit.
"MMMMMMHHHHHMMM....OOOOHHHHHHHEEEWWWWW!" she
moaned loudly as her pussy exploded in release. She
felt Brad sucking and sucking, felt him pushing her
back against the wall as her shoe slipped off the
toilet seat and she threatened to keel over on him.
Her thighs shivered as Brad tongued her beautifully
down through the pent-up passion that his episode
with Brenda had created.
A minute later, she raised her skirt back up and
watched as Brad kissed her matted pubes.
"That ought to hold you over for awhile," he said
with a smile.
Brenda opened her eyes as the bedroom door opened.
Sharon walked in, smiling as she usually was.
"How we doing?" Sharon said, walking around the bed.
"Just fine."
"I think you can get up now. Would you like to take
a shower?"
"No, I'll take one at home," Brenda said, swinging
her feet onto the floor as she sat up. "I think I'll
just go and relax until Chris gets home tonight."
"And then....." Sharon said as she helped Brenda
stand. They had talked about what she should do later.
"And then, I'll make love to Chris. And we'll make
a baby." Both knew that any baby would be Brad's but
there would always be the possibility that it would be
her husband's. And that would be something to hold
onto in the years ahead.
"That's my girl," Sharon said, giving her a hug.
"Now, go and get dressed and I'll see you downstairs."
Sharon headed back downstairs and Brenda wondered
what had put the light gait in her mother-in-law's
step. She marked it up to the thought of having a
grandchild to spoil.
Brenda turned and went into the bathroom to put her
close back on.
Brad gave his mother's ass a quick feel as she walked
by the kitchen table. She slapped his hand away and
gave him a nasty look as the sound of feet descending
the stairs announced the eminent appearance of Brenda
in the kitchen.
'She won't be slapping my hand once she ushers Brenda
out,' Brad thought to himself. He'd given her a good
orgasm with his mouth but he knew he would be able to
convince her into a more fulfilling fucking. His dick
was hard just thinking about slipping his meat to his
mother all afternoon.
Brenda stepped into the kitchen, dressed again in
the clothes she had arrived in. He saw the way Brenda
looked at him - there was something in that look. He'd
definitely won her over! She was looking at him like a
love-sick puppy.
"Brenda, you look absolutely radiant," his mother
said, laying it on thick he thought. Brenda didn't
look all that different from when she came except maybe
her hair which was sort of mussed up.
"I feel good," Brenda said. "Let's keep our fingers
crossed, huh?"
"We certainly will. You've got everything? O.K. then.
I'll walk you out," his mother began to take Brenda
toward the front door.
"Thanks, Brad." Brenda said over her shoulder.
"My pleasure," he replied, rising to his feet to
follow them.
His mother kept up a constant stream of good thoughts
and suggestions on how Brenda should spend the rest of
her day as she walked Brenda to her car. Brenda got
behind the wheel, started the car and, after a motherly
peck on the cheek from his mother, she backed out of
the driveway as his mother came up the stairs to join
him on the porch.
"Bye, dear!" his mother called as Brenda put the car
in Drive and started down the road.
"Bye, Brenda....thanks for the fuck!" he said only
loud enough for his mother to hear. She gave him a wry
smile.
"Brad, why don't you thank me as well? I'm the one
that arranged the whole thing," she said as she went
by him, heading back inside.
"Hell, Mom, I plan to thank you all day long," he
boasted as he closed the front door behind them and
wrapped his arms around her from the back.
"Brad! Not out here," she whined as he pushed his
boner into the small of her back.
"Come on, Mom. You liked it in the bathroom. Let's
christen the living room." He wanted to get wild after
being with Brenda and doing his mother on the family
couch sounded like a hot time. She was definitely
paranoid about doing anything sexual downstairs but
this was probably going to be his best chance. She
wanted it as much as he. Keeping this left arm wrapped
around her waist, he dove his right hand up under her
skirt. "No one can see in the windows. The house is
darker than the outside. Someone would have to be on
the front porch to have any chance of seeing us. And
we'd see any car that pulled up."
"Ooohhhh, Braaaddd!" his mother said with a shudder
as his fingers teased her unpantied cunt. She hadn't
put her panties back on after the bathroom cunnilingus
session. "No, let's go upstairs, baby!"
"No! We're going to do it right here on the couch,"
he said, walking them both toward the sofa. "Come on,
do it with me here and I'll do whatever you want the
rest of the day."
'That got her!' he thought. She seemed to relax,
stopped resisting him. They were in front of the couch
and she began to spin in his arm. He let her turn
around until she was facing him, her pretty face
upturned to his. Her smile told him he had won.
"Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the
bulge in his shorts.
"Yeah, whatever you what. I'll do it." He wondered
what she had in mind but whatever it was, he was sure
to enjoy it too. He moved past her, pulled down his
shorts and underwear and sat down on the couch. His
stiff cock wagged drunkenly above his belly, beckoning
his mother. "Suck me awhile and I'll watch for anyone
pulling in the driveway. And then you can sit on it
backwards and keep a lookout while we fuck."
His mother looked out the front window, then back to
him.
"You've got it all figured out, don't you?" she said,
unzipping the back of her skirt. With a little shake of
her hips, the skirt pooled around her ankles. She made
no move to take off her blouse which was just long
enough to hide her pussy from his view. "I'm only doing
this to make you my slave for the rest of the day.
Don't think we're going to be doing this all the time
down here."
He opened his knees wider as his mother stepped out
of her skirt and dropped to her knees between his legs.
"SHIT!" Brenda yelled at the steering wheel of her
coasting car. She couldn't believe that she hadn't
checked the gasoline meter when she got in the car
that morning. Now here it was, pegged on EMPTY and she
turned her car off the road far enough to not obstruct
other drivers.
'O.K., just relax,' she thought as she turned the
dead car off. 'Don't let this ruin a memorable day.'
The nearest gas station was near the freeway. She
thought it was at least a mile away. There were several
houses nearby she could go to and use a phone. But it
was only about a quarter mile back to Sharon's house.
She decided to walk back and ask Sharon for a ride to
the gas station or maybe borrow some gas that Brad
might have for his cycle.
She stuffed her bag out of sight under the passenger
seat, got out, locked the car and started walking back
to her mother-in-law's home.
"They'll be surprised to see me again," she muttered.
"Mmmmmm....nice and slow...uuhh," Brad grunted as his
horny mother slowly swallowed all the prick she could,
her lips sliding more than halfway down his shaft as he
watched through half-closed eyes.
She wasn't just blowing him - she was making love to
his cock. She'd used her tongue on his cockhead for
almost five minutes, swabbing his puffy glans with
butterfly licks or twirling her spitty tongue around
his head like she was trying to keep an ice cream cone
from dripping.
Now she was using her whole mouth, nursing on his
manhood with her eyes closed, her right hand lightly
holding his shaft near the base, her left hand hefting
his scrotum lovingly.
'Damn, she can suck cock!' he thought as she drew her
lips up until just the very tip of his head was still
inside her mouth, then she began a slow nibbling, her
teeth lightly scraping down his sensitive head tissue
until she'd reclaimed the whole fat knob. It was as she
began to swallow him a second time that Brad noticed
Brenda walking up the driveway!
He froze for a second or two in surprise. She was
walking, she hadn't driven up to the house. They both
would have heard her car.
He was going to pull his mother off him and warn her
to grab her skirt and run but......then his mind worked
very quickly.
He was going to warn his mother so their secret would
remain intact. But they already had a secret on Brenda.
Brenda wouldn't tell on them - couldn't tell on them!
And his mother had said a number of times that she
wished she could tell someone about their secret love.
And Brenda....well, she was a wild girl. She'd let
another guy fuck her to get pregnant, her husband's
brother no less! And Chris had told him that Brenda had
been a loose girl before they got married. How would
she take the sight of her mother-in-law doing the nasty
with her son?
'One way to find out,' he thought, placing his hands
gently on top of his mother's head, watching Brenda
come up the stairs to the porch.
'That's it, Brenda. Look in the window!....just look
in.' Outside, Brenda came right up the steps and walked
right by the window without looking in. She was heading
for the door now and Brad began to silently will her to
just walk right in. 'Don't use the doorbell!....come
on, Brenda...you're one of the family. Just walk in!'
The outside storm door opened and Brad knew it was
going to happen - Brenda was going to walk in! The
opening of the outside door had not been silent. His
mother started to pull her mouth up his cock quickly.
He wasn't sure if it was because she sensed something
or she was just going to shift into a quicker sucking.
He pushed down on the back of his mother's head, held
her mouth around him as the doorknob turned on the
inside door.
His mother definitely knew they were not alone as
the front door opened. The sound of the door latch
popping open, the clanging of the mini-blinds against
the door glass, the immediate increase in the volume
of the birds chirping outside.
The door was opened and Brenda was coming through it.
His mother was raising up her body but she couldn't go
anywhere with him holding her head. Brenda saw them,
her mouth dropped open and he let go of his mother's
head.
"Brenda!" he said loudly, acting totally surprised.
Brenda stood there, agape, as she watched Sharon
scramble off her knees, her hand grabbing her skirt
off the floor as she spun toward the doorway. Brad
remained still on the couch after shouting her name.
He was naked. His erection...his glistening erection
stood proudly upward.
'Sharon was sucking...no, that's not possible!'
Brenda tried not to believe what she was seeing but
there was no other explanation. Sharon had been blowing
Brad on her knees!
"Brenda?!" Sharon said, her eyes round as saucers.
"Calm down, Mom. Brenda's not going to tell," Brad
said, standing up slowly. He didn't make any move to
cover himself and Brenda would have enjoyed looking at
his naked, buffed body had she not been so shaken up
by what she had witnessed. "Brenda, close the door and
have a seat. We got to have a talk."
Brenda used her hand to push the door shut and
watched as Brad sat his mother down on the couch.
Sharon looked very white.
"Mom, everything is cool," Brad reassured her as he
finally grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. He
motioned her to sit on the other end of the couch and
she went around the coffee table and plopped down on
the couch. "Brenda's not going to tell anyone. Not
after this morning....think about it."
Brenda realized that Brad was right. How could she
tell anyone after letting Brad fuck her?
"Sharon, I swear I won't tell," she promised. "I ran
out of gas....."
Sharon had a hand over her eyes but she spoke at
last.
"You must think I'm terrible," she said weakly.
"No, I don't, Sharon...I don't even know what led up
to this," she said, fishing for an explanation.
"Let's tell her, Mom," Brad said, standing on the far
side of the coffee table with his hands on his hips.
"You've always wanted to tell someone about us. I think
Brenda's going to be real sympathetic." Brad actually
winked at her! "I think we ought to get everything out
in the open. None of us are ever going to be able to
tell any of this to anyone else, so why pretend about
what's going on? Brenda, me and Mom have been having
sex for, I guess, a year and a half now. I came on to
her first....she's the best looking mother around, I
don't think anyone can argue that. The thought of doing
her sort of obsessed me back then....and it's better
than I could even have imagined.....fucking her, I
mean."
Brenda looked at Sharon who was sitting just down
the couch from her. Sharon looked at her and then back
to her son as he went on.
"Mom has been keeping a real tight leash on things
up until now. She'd only let me fuck her once or twice
a week. But then she got the idea of letting me try to
make the baby with you. Ever since then, she's been
wanting me all the time....this baby stuff excites her."
"Brad, do you have to get so......." Sharon said, her
voice sounding exasperated.
"Sharon, it's O.K.," she said. "Brad's right. Why
should we keep any secrets?" She decided to tell a
secret of her own. "Let me tell you both, right here
and now, that I agreed to this insemination plan at
first because I wanted a child. And I still do. But
when we were upstairs.... well, I'm getting ahead of
myself. It's obvious to me that I had some feelings
for Brad that even I wasn't aware of because I had
these wild sexual dreams about Brad all last week....
I mean really wild. So, I didn't come here with the
good intentions that you might have thought...I came
to have sex....for more than just procreation."
"Yeah, you were hot for it, all right!" Brad said,
stepping over the coffee table and sitting down on it,
facing both of them. "I told Mom about how you got off
went I stuck it in."
Brad's exuberance for the subject was pretty stimu-
lating to Brenda. She never would have thought that
she would admit something as personal as that in front
of Sharon but she did.
"That's true...I couldn't stop myself. I thought I
would and that's why I told you I was worried about it,
Sharon."
"Brad has that effect on me, too," Sharon said,
beginning to open up. "I suppose I should spill my
guts too since everyone else is being so open....I know
what Brad and I do is not right in the eyes of the
world.....but we both love it. Him because his hormones
are going crazy and me because he makes me feel youn-
ger, I guess."
"Come on, Mom...the truth now," Brad said, moving his
hand onto one of her knees. "Tell Brenda you like fuck-
ing me because I'm your boy."
"I think she knows that that is a part of it," Sharon
said, putting her hand over his. "Brad's not telling
the truth, not the whole truth. He did make a pass at
me but...I acted on it after first refusing him. And...
I've never regretted it." Sharon was getting herself
together. "We both know it's wrong but it feels so
right... that must sound crazy."
'Wow, this is getting really interesting!' Brenda
thought. This whole thing was mushrooming into a chance
to take off the gloves and do the things she wanted to
with Brad. What could Sharon say about that now? She
could fuck Brad all she wanted now that she knew their
secret.
"It must be something special.....it's too wild to
think about!" Brenda said, unable to stop it from
coming out. Sharon was getting all the cock she wanted
from her own son!
'I can't believe how well Brenda is taking all this,'
Sharon thought, watching her daughter-in-law acting
excited about the taboo relationship she had learned
about. 'And I never would have thought she wanted Brad
like I do.....as a lover.'
When she'd been caught sucking her son's cock, she'd
felt like her whole world had shattered. But Brad had
pointed out the one thing that was their saving grace
- Brenda couldn't tell anyone even if she'd wanted to.
And Brenda hadn't run out of the place screaming bloody
murder; in fact, she'd acted more curious than any-
thing.
Brad's hand began to stroke around in a circle under
her own, moving slowly up onto her thigh. She looked
at him and could see he was enjoying this whole thing!
Then he dropped the bomb.
"See, Mom? Brenda's a kindred spirit," Brad said,
kneading her leg with his fingers. "How about we all
go upstairs?"
'God, what is Brad proposing?!' Sharon thought as
she looked at him. She felt pretty good about the way
Brenda had taken learning about the secret that she
had kept for so long but certainly Brad didn't think
that Brenda would.....
"I might be up for that," Brenda said and Sharon
whipped her head to look at her daughter-in-law. Brenda
was looking at Brad, smiling. "But only if we all
agree."
"Wait a minute..." she started to say.
"Come on, Mom. Let's all go upstairs. I think Brenda
would like to watch us make love. Maybe as much as you
liked to be in the room when we fucked earlier."
"Is that true, Sharon?" Brenda asked, her voice
sounding huskier. "Is that why you stayed?"
Sharon looked back at Brenda. She couldn't deny what
she had felt, sitting in that chair, listening to their
lovemaking.
"I found it exciting...I did."
"Could you do it with Brad.....with me in the room?"
Brenda asked.
Brenda's eyes looked deep into hers. The whole dyna-
mic of the situation was changing, like being swept up
in a stream that you were powerless to stop. And she
wasn't sure she wanted to stop it! She'd wanted to be
able to tell someone - now she had the opportunity to
show someone and to watch Brad with Brenda. Everything
revolved around her answer......
"I could try," she said simply, opening the flood-
gates.
"Let's go upstairs!" Brad said excitedly.
Sharon let Brad lead her upstairs...with Brenda right
behind them.
Continued in part 6...
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 6
BY CHILI PEELER
Brad hugged his mother tightly, standing at the foot
of her bed, while behind them Brenda began stripping
off her own clothes.
"Enjoy it, Mom...show her what we do," he whispered
to her and then began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I will, Brad," she said as she let him strip her.
The last button came undone and he slid his hands into
her blouse, sliding his hands around her soft sides,
pulling her against him.
She pulled his face down and they kissed as if Brenda
was not there. Brad felt the raw heat his mother was
giving off. He doubted he'd have to prompt her very
much. Having Brenda watch them was probably going to
make it all the better for his mother. And he knew she
would like to watch him do Brenda, this time without
the covers.
'A fucking threesome with my mother and sister-in-
law...fuck, am I going to enjoy this!'
He felt his mother's hands grab onto his erection
and she began pulling on it, jacking it as he brought
his right hand between them and rubbed her jiggly tits.
Behind him, he heard the bed squeak and pictured
Brenda waiting there, naked and ready for a show and
then a fucking of her own.
"Look at Brenda," he said to his mother after
breaking their kiss and turning them sideways. Brenda
was on the bed, sitting on her heels. Her hourglass
body looked very hot - her dark hair spilling over her
delicate shoulders, big full tits, hips that flared out
from her narrow waist and the hint of the dark piece of
bush that led the way to her shaved pussy.
"Look at you guys," Brenda responded, obviously
excited by the sight of he and his mother being so
intimate.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he promised Brenda.
"Turn around here, Mom."
He moved behind his mother as his hands turned her
body to face Brenda. Then he slowly pulled her blouse
down off her shoulders and let it fall down to the
floor between their bodies. Naked now before Brenda,
his mother started to turn back to him but he slid his
hands around her waist and kept her facing her
daughter-in-law.
"Doesn't my mom have a great body?" he asked Brenda
as his hands slid around his mother's petite body, one
hand going upward to cup her right breast and the other
slipping down between her legs, fingers running through
the tawny nest of her sex.
He knew he was probably embarrassing his mother but
he rather have her feel a little uncomfortable now so
she would feel more at ease when he wanted her to do
something lewd in front of Brenda. Brenda helped with
her response.
"Sharon, you really do," Brenda said, "I knew your
legs were nice but you do look great.....I think any
teenage boy would want you, not just Brad."
"Brenda, that's so sweet," his mother sighed, leaning
her head back against shoulder. "Brad, what......
uuuhhhhhhh!" She pushed her hips back against him in
surprise and delight as he worked a finger into her
slickening pussy slot.
"Spread your legs, Mom...that's it, let Brenda get a
look at this," he said, his eyes on buxom Brenda as he
began to slowly fingerfuck his mother's pussy. He was
happy to see Brenda cup one of her tits, her fingers
digging into her titflesh, as she watched her mother-
in-law let her youngest son work a second finger into
cunthole.
"Uuuummm....wait, Brad...wait.." The fingering and
being on display was apparently too much for his mother
at the outset. Her hands went down and pushed his
fingers away.
"Oh, you want to do something else, Mom? I'm ready
for that," he said. Brad slipped around his mother and
crawled on the bed, reaching back to take her hand and
bring her with him. "Let's show Brenda what we were
doing when she walked in on us."
He pushed some pillows against the headboard and
leaned back into them. Then, fisting his hardening
prick, he waited for his mother to suck him while
Brenda watched.
'I can't believe it has come to this......you can do
this, Sharon,' she told herself, 'Brad wants me do it..
Brenda wants me to do it!...I can see it in her eyes...
she's not judging me....just do it and everything will
be good!'
She slumped down on her left side alongside her son,
supporting her weight on her left hand as she reached
for his cock. Her hand took control of it and she
jacked on it, feeling it harden under her palm.
"Suck it, Mom...you do it better than anyone," Brad
complimented her. "Although, I want to give Brenda a
tryout, too....lay down here, Brenda."
Brad patted the bed on the other side of him and
Brenda slowly lay on her side by him, further up his
body than she was however. Brenda's face was near her
son's chest, looking down at her fist and the hard
cock she held.
"All right, Mom. Take it in your mouth!" Brad said
all excited as his right hand reached across his body
and began feeling Brenda's tits.
"Do it, Sharon," Brenda said, rubbing Brad's stomach,
watching from less than two feet away.
Putting aside the ramifications to her relationship
with Brad and Brenda's marriage to her other son, she
lowered her face over Brad's column-like cock, ran her
tongue slowly around the purplish head one time and
then took it into her mouth.
"Yeeeeaahhh....look at that, Brenda!....that's it,
Mom!"
Sharon closed her eyes and concentrated on giving
her son good head - using her tongue on every inch of
his hot hard-on, taking him between her lips and en-
gulfing all that she could, feeling his cockhead on
the back of her throat, working it with her fist.
'That is so wicked!' Brenda thought hotly as she
watched what she had thought was her demure, straight-
laced mother-in-law swallow about five inches of her
own son's thick prick. Brenda was shocked she could
take that much in her mouth.
"Brenda, I love your tits," Brad said above her and
Brenda realized how hard her nipples were from Brad's
massaging and the kinky show Sharon was performing for
her. She looked up at Brad and he was grinning from
ear to ear.
She rolled further over on her front and scooted up
his body a little ways, her left boob dragging on his
chest as she brought her lips to his, her long hair
falling around his face.
"I've wanted to do this," Brad said and he began
kissing her, the first attempt awkward and unfamiliar
but then becoming really good as they got used to each
other's technique. His right hand moved onto her back
as she turned her face, sealing their mouths in a deep
soul kiss as she slipped her tongue through his lips.
As they continued Frenching each other, Brenda felt
his left hand coming up underneath her tummy, her
partially raised form letting him bring that hand into
play. He slid his fingers down between her legs to
play with her as he had done to his mother.
"Mmmmhhhmmm," she hummed around his squirming tongue
as he pushed his middle finger through her bare labia,
sending it up into her moist vagina. He began finger-
fucking her slit quickly, his knuckles smacking against
the bare skin of her crotch loud enough to be heard by
all three of them.
"Braaaaddddd!...oh, that feels good!" she panted down
at him after breaking their kiss. She undulated her
hips as he fingered her, enjoying the way his digit
whipped around in her horny hole. And she was hot, too.
Hotter than she had been since high school.
"I want you to suck my cock now," Brad told her,
slowing his finger until it was still. Brenda didn't
think about denying him...she looked forward to feeling
his obscenely thick dick between her lips. She loved
the texture, the taste, the heat of a man's member in
her mouth.
She rolled over on her side and sat up, supporting
herself on her straight right arm as she used the left
to clear her hair from her face. See saw Sharon still
sucking Brad's fucker, her lips tight around the under-
side of his glans as her hand beat up and down on his
saliva-coated cockshaft.
Brenda twisted her body over Brad, swinging her right
arm over his stomach so she was facing down his body,
her face coming close to Sharon's and the crimson cock
she was blowing. Brad's right hand went past her head
and fell on his mother's shoulder. Sharon opened her
eyes and looked surprised to see that she had company.
She pulled her mouth off Brad and sat up a little.
"I guess I shouldn't hog him, should I?" she said,
breathing heavily. "Here, Brenda....take your turn."
Sharon lowered her son's erection down at her face
and she moved her mouth up a little to capture the
spongy head with her lips, all the time looking up at
Sharon's flushed face. It was the sluttiest thing she
had ever done - letting her mother-in-law feed her
husband's brother's dick into her mouth!
She took about three inches into her mouth, watching
Sharon watching her with her mouth hanging open.
"That look good, Mom?!" Brad said wickedly. Sharon
looked up at Brad in a daze and Brenda closed her eyes
and began sucking up and down on Brad's teenage cock.
It pulsed with life between her lips as she loved it
with her mouth.
"Oooohh, good job, Brenda!.....aaaahhyeeaaahh...keep
watching her, Mom...aaaaahh....you girls know what I
like!" Brad gasped out his commentary as she continued
to copulate his rampant rod. She wished Brad would
start fingerfucking her again - the combination of cock
in her mouth and something in her pussy would be sure
to get her cookies off!
"Wait a minute, Brenda....I want to try something
else," he said after about thirty seconds of her cock-
sucking. He sat up, his stomach hitting the back of her
head and Brenda raised up, letting his prick slide out
of her mouth.
Brad pushed her over on her back and straddled her
torso with his knees just below her tits, his cock
twitching in the air over her chest.
'Just like his brother!' Brenda thought. Her tits
were man magnets, had been ever since high school. It
hadn't taken Chris very long to think about using them
for more than just sucking on. While it didn't do much
to pleasure her, she was more than willing to let Brad
take a ride through her pillowy tit cocoon if he
wished.
"God damn, what a sight!" Brad swore rather trium-
phantly above her as he fisted his cock and swiped the
bottom of his cockhead on her right nipple. Brenda
began to move her hands from his thighs with the
intention of pushing her orbulant breasts together
for Brad but they never reached their destination.
Brad's knees scooted right up under her armpits with
a bounce and he leaned completely over her, guiding his
cock down into her surprised mouth. Instinctively, she
tilted her chin down toward her neck and the pressure
on the roof of her mouth disappeared as her horny
teenage brother-in-law got the perfect alignment.
"Aaaahfuucccckk!" she heard Brad grunt as he filled
her mouth right back to her tonsils...and then just a
little beyond them. Her gag reflex was almost triggered
by the contact of cocktip against the back of her
throat. She dug her fingernails into the sides of his
thighs and Brad immediately pulled back until just his
head was in her mouth. She leaned her face back and
saw an upside down Brad looking down at her.
"Sorry, Brenda.....I'll be good from now on...just
let me fuck your pretty mouth for a few minutes!" Brad
leaned further up her reclining body and then began to
slowly pump his prick almost straight down into her
mouth, making it unnecessary for her to tilt her chin
back down. "Aaaaah...uuuh ....great....yeah, look at
me!.....look at me while I fuck your mouth...oooh....
aaaahhh....uuuuhhhh!"
Brenda was loving every minute of Brad's mouthfuck
and she was determined to come with him in her mouth.
He was respecting her limits with his slow thrusts, not
coming near the back of her throat now. She felt she
could make better use of her hands than holding his
thighs. She looped her left arm around his knee and
began playing with her stiff left nipple. At the same
time, she wormed her right hand under Brad's legs and
he shifted is knee outward slightly, allowing her to
get her hand down between her own legs. Letting her
thighs fall down and open from the bent position they
had been in, she began to tease her clit with her
fingertips.
'This has got to be a dream,' Sharon thought. Before
her, her son was fucking Brenda's mouth in a position
that she had never experienced with him!
She was to their side and near the bottom of the bed,
on her knees, her fingers rubbing her juicing slit for
all she was worth. She could feel a big orgasm building
between her legs as she watched her son's shiny erec-
tion delve through Brenda's full lips again and again.
As she watched, Brenda's got her hand between Brad's
knees and then Brenda's legs fell open as the hand went
between them. Sharon beheld her daughter-in-law's bald
pussy for the first time.
Sharon had never been totally happy with the appear-
ance of her vulval area; she thought her outer labia
were too fatty and her inner labia were a squiggly mess
in her mind. She would never think about shaving her-
self to draw attention to it.
But, 'It's perfect,' was the first thing that ran
through her mind as she looked at the bare cunt pad of
her daughter-in-law. She admired it for the symmetry
and simplicity. Brenda's pussy was beautiful - barely
noticeable outer labia sandwiching a slit of inner
labia that were straight and neat and winking with
wetness.
The feelings she had watching Brenda's fingers play
with herself were new and confusing and exciting. For
the first time in her life, Sharon imagined herself
touching another woman sexually.
'Damn making a baby, I'm gonna come in her mouth!'
Brad thought as he fucked away in his hot sister-in-
law's lovely mouth. It was almost as good as a pussy;
her tongue was whipping all over his cock or making
her mouth tight by pressing his prick against the top
of her mouth.
"MMmmmmmmm.....mmmmmpppffffff......mmhhhhhhmmmm...."
Brenda suddenly began moaning around mouth-skewering
manhood, her eyes widening and looking up at him as if
she'd seen a ghost.
Thinking that maybe she was cumming from the hand she
had moved under him, he looked back over his shoulder
and got a shock. Her hand was down between her legs but
it wasn't working on her pussy. It was holding the back
of his mother's head as she went down on Brenda's
shaved crotch slot!
'A true fucking three-way!' he thought unbelievably.
His mother had some pretty loose morals to be fucking
him in the first place but the bi-sexual bend she had
taken really shocked him. But he loved it, too.
"That's beautiful, Mom....make her come on your
tongue," he said back to his snatch-munching mother.
Her gray-green eyes fluttered open, looking up at him
briefly and hotly before she closed them and went back
to her oral onslaught.
He felt the cum begin to churn in his balls, Brenda's
mouth and the cunt sucking show sent him into orbit.
"AAAAHHHHSSHIIIIITTTT!" he groaned, turning back to
look down at Brenda's face as his cock swelled even
more obscenely between her lips. "HEREITCOMES!"
He didn't know if it was his shout or the first hard
pulse of sperm into her mouth that made Brenda look up
at him but she did. Looking into her eyes, his dick
bucked between her lips, heaving thick jets of his
salty spunk down at the back of her throat.
"MMMmmmmssslllliiii....mmmmmHHHHMMM....SSSLLLPPP!"
His sister-in-law sucked strongly around his unloading
manhood, wet lip-smacking sounds filled the bedroom.
"UUUUNNNNGGG....AAAAAAGGGG....ooooyeeaaaahhh....mmm,"
he verbally thrilled at the incredible feeling of the
once unobtainable Brenda now gulping down his bountiful
ball juice. It was over all too soon; five or six
spurts and he was through, his cock continued to shud-
der but little if anything was coming out.
Brenda, her eyes closed now, was swirling her tongue
around his knob behind her lips, collecting the rem-
nants of his creamy explosion. It felt and looked
great. His cock stayed stiff, ready for more. He wanted
to service both of his family members before they left
the bed, fuck each forbidden pussy in turn while the
other watched.
'Mmmmm...I love the taste of a man....my own brother-
in-law!' Brenda thought as she sucked on the cock of
her husband's brother. Her own pussy was beginning to
feel like it would come as well...Sharon's tongue was
all over the place...if she would just concentrate her
licking....no, not there....
Brad's meat suddenly left her mouth and the bed to
her right dipped slightly. Opening her eyes, she saw
his right leg swinging over her rapidly rising and
falling tits as he moved off her body, his motion
making her let go of her left nipple for just a second.
"Nice, Brenda," he said and she looked up, past his
seemingly gigantic cockshaft, all wet and still erect
as it bobbed over her face. To one side of it was
Brad's handsome face, a devilish grin was her reward
for the consumption of his salty cum. Then he was
looking down between her legs, down at his mother's
mouth.
Wanting to see herself, she raised her head briefly.
Looking down over her tit swells, she saw Sharon's
slender, regal nose plowing her pubic tuft as she
tongued her open slit.
"Lick my clit....oh God, lick it and I'll come!"
she directed her. Brenda wanted to come on Sharon's
tongue, complete the circle, lock in their secret
forever behind the doors of lesbian love. Sharon,
her eyes shut tight, immediately followed her orders.
The soft tip of her nose moved up on the bare skin
above her pubes as she brought her lips and tongue
up to love her hard, raisin-plump, nerve-rich love
bundle.
"OH....right there!....aaahhhhh....oh, yeah!.....
suck on it!" she said, almost whimpering as she let
her head fall back on the bed. Moving her lap up and
down under Sharon's clinging mouth, she registered
Brad moving his knees backward, then his body bending
down over her, his face heading for her pillowy chest
mounds. She practically shoved her left nipple up and
over at him, hoping he would pleasure it. After a
quick lick on her right tit, he did take the proffered
nipple, sending raw shivers of lust through her excited
body.
Nipple and clit being stimulated the way they were...
and by who...was the final straw. Like an electric jolt
had been rammed through it, her cunt cringed, coiled on
itself, then blew up under Sharon's swabbing tongue.
"HHHHHUUUUUUU!.....OOOOHHYESSSSS!....OOHHH!" she
wailed wantonly as her thighs gripped Sharon's head
tightly, her back arching as Brad let her nipple go but
he used his hand to squeeze her other tit. Her loins
shuddered intensely as she juiced into Sharon's trapped
mouth. Feeling Sharon begin sucking strongly on her
dripping slit kept her up at her zenith for a long
minute.....and then she was laying there, her body
feeling tired and feverish, with Brad and his mother
looking at her sated form.
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 7
BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com
'I did that....made Brenda come.'
Sharon had sat back on her legs after Brenda's thighs
had fallen open. Her fingers went to her lips as she
continued to taste the tangy wetness that Brenda had
produced. It was her first taste of womanly cum and
she found it almost as intoxicating as hard liquor.
She wanted to tell Brenda how much she had enjoyed
trying to give cunnilingus, experiencing it from the
other side, but there would be time for that later
because Brad gripped her arm and pulled her toward him.
"I hope you're ready, Mom, because I'm gonna give it
to you good," he said a little too loudly. Sharon
realized he was announcing it to Brenda. So Brenda
could watch what she and Brad had hidden from everyone
else. Brenda rolled over toward them, raising herself
up on her elbow and Sharon saw the anticipation in her
eyes.....and the special extra in her eyes that was for
her alone.
Brad pulled her to him and then swung her upper body
toward the far side of the bed, away from Brenda, as he
let her gently down on her back. He lifted her left leg
almost straight up in the air, swinging it past his
chest and around his other side as he positioned him-
self over her.
"Spread your legs...wider than that," Brad commanded
her as he fisted his ready member and ran the wet head
on her hair-matted mons. "Now pull them back like I
like."
He wanted her legs back toward her head, a position
that they had both enjoyed frequently over the past 18
months. She knew he wanted them back now for another
reason - to give Brenda, who still lay behind her son's
feet, an unimpeded view of his hefty dick delving into
her cunt. Turning into a full-fledged exhibitionist in
the excitement of the moment, she bent her legs at the
knees and tilted them back, her pelvis rolling up at
her eager son. She could feel her labia opening up,
exposing the slick inner lining of her sex slit and the
mouth of her simmering quim. At least that was the view
she imagined Brenda was getting.
Her son didn't give Brenda a long, lingering gaze - he quickly leaned
over her, fit the head of his prick into the entrance
of her pussy and began pushing it down into her.
"Man! You're fucking wet," Brad exclaimed as he
buried himself balls-deep in her without any problem
due to their position and her record-breaking lubrica-
tion level. His slab of cock filled her so beautifully.
She could have looked for years in town for someone as
satisfying as Brad but she knew she never would need
to. Her baby would be there for her for years and
years. The fact that both of them were in their sexual
prime was not lost on her. It had always seemed like
cruel fate that men and women matured so far apart. She
wondered how many other women her age were bedding much
younger men - and how many were their sons!
Brad began slowly fucking her, pulling his cock
almost all the way out before injecting it again deep
in her itchy sheath. For once in his life, her son was
taking his time - right when she wanted nothing more
for him to pound her sex. She wanted to come in the
worst way; a hard, energetic fucking was the quickest
way there. But Brad continued to play to their watching
bed mate.
"Harder," she said very softly up at her son's leer-
ing face. It wasn't loud enough for Brenda to hear but
her son wouldn't even spare her that little private
exchange.
"Sure, Mom," he said loudly, "But I want you to speak
up some. I'm sure Brenda wants to hear what you want me
to do to you." Waiting for her to comply, he pulled out
until only his knob was still in her needy confines and
then he let it hover there.
'Damn you, Brad,' she said to herself as her cheeks
warmed in a blush. Painting herself as a horny slut in
front of Brenda was not what she wanted but wasn't it
really what she was? Summoning all the courage she
could, she responded to her manipulative man-son.
"I said do it harder!" she said in a voice so strong
and confident that it surprised even herself. "Fuck me
like a real man, Brad....fuck me hard!"
"All you had to do was ask," Brad said with a chuckle
before he drove himself strongly down into her splayed
crotch, his balls slapping loudly against her ass as
their pubic bones jarred together.
Sharon let her face fall sideways on the bed as her
virile son began hammering her lifted lap with powerful
lunges.
It was only the feeling of drool starting to seep
from the corner of her mouth that brought Brenda out
of her voyeuristic trance. The sight of incestuous
cock and cunt working in a hot tandem was overpowering
to watch. She swallowed quickly, never taking her eyes
from the hot scene only a few feet away.
Brad's fat prick was opening up his mother's furry
slit obscenely and his thrusts were making the bed
squeak underneath her. Sharon's pussy was dribbling
clear juice which welled up or was deposited below her
stuffed gash by Brad's driving member. That juice was
running down over her mother-in-law's small, brown
puckered anus, then disappearing further down her ass
crack.
Brenda began rubbing her own slick slit which now
felt ready for more action. Her orgasm had left her as
juicy as Sharon and she wondered if Brad would be able
to fuck her as well in the session that was unfolding.
She prepared herself for a letdown. He was probably
going to get his rocks off with his mother and then
things would probably settle down.
'But I can come back tomorrow for another babymaking
try with Brad.....and the next day....and every day.
I've got the perfect excuse since any session might
get me pregnant...Sharon will understand.'
Sharon was moaning now, every flesh-smacking fuck by
Brad was being answered by hot sex squeals from her
mother-in-law. She was working her way to an orgasm and
Brenda wanted to do more than watch. Sharon had done
something for her...she had joined in.
She crawled past the two humping bodies on their
right until she was almost laying beside Sharon. Brad
was the first to register that she was there; his
mother's face was laying on the bed looking the other
way.
"Like watching....uuhhh...me fuck her?" Brad said
hotly. Sharon's face flopped over and looked at her
through lust-slitted eyes, her mouth open in a per-
petual O as Brad continued to screw her.
"I've never seen anything so hot," Brenda said to
Sharon, letting her left hand slowly reach out to land
on Sharon's jiggling left tit. Sharon's eyes closed as
she rubbed her palm over the stiff, eraser-sized
nipple.
"Yeah!....that's it, Brenda....help me make her come.
...uuhhh...and I'll.....fuck you!"
"AAAAHHH....UUHHHH....MMMHHMMMM!" Sharon began pant-
ing right at her face and Brenda ran her hand over both
of Sharon's supple breasts like she was waxing her car.
A quick glance down her reclining, shuddering body and
Brenda could again see Brad's crimson-hued erection
bucking up and down in the widespread V of his sexy,
derilious mother's legs.
Another five or six thrusts and Sharon's back arched
sharply, her head dipping straight back as she began
cumming.
"UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!.....HHHHAAAAHHHHHOOHH!"
Sharon shrieked as her hands, which had been grabbing
bunches of bedspread, shot up and held her son's sides
as leaned further over her, pressing his swollen
pleasure-giver deep in her rippling loins.
"Yeaaaahh...yeaaaahh....she's cumming so biiigggg!"
Brad announced as he rode his mother's twitching body.
After a few minutes, mother and son were still.
"You really got off that time," Brad said after
giving his mother a real kiss. Brenda thought the kiss
was probably the most intimate part of the incest she
had just witnessed; fucking and sucking could be ex-
plained away by hormones, but the deep soul kissing
that Sharon and Brad did in front of her showed genuine
love.
"It's been a crazy, wonderful day," Sharon said
simply, stroking Brad's face. Then she turned to look
at her. "Brenda, I don't know where all this is...head-
ing but we can talk about it later. I want a grand-
child. Now, you two get busy and make one."
'Time to fill Brenda's box with some more cum!' Brad
thought hotly as he untangled himself from his mother.
Brenda began to shift over on the bed, arranging her-
self on her back with her head in the pillows. While
that looked incredibly inviting, Brad had had enough of
the missionary. He wanted to take Brenda in a different
position than the one he had already had her in.
"I want you on your hands and knees," Brad told her.
"I want to get real deep when I plant my seed." He felt
ridiculous saying that, like he was some sort of Johnny
Appleseed, but it had the desired effect. His turned-on
sister-in-law rolled to her left and positioned herself
on her hands and knees, facing away from him, with her
head in the far right corner of the bed. She swung her
long hair to one side, looking back at him as he moved
up behind her full ass.
"Man, what a pretty pussy!" Brad said as he moved in
closer. All shaved and wet and soft looking, Brenda's
sex winked at him, ready to get stuffed with his un-
flagging stiffie. His hands caressed her ass and
squeezed it, pulling her cheeks as he pressed his knees
against the inside of her shins and made her open her
stance wider. Her ass lowered further down then began
to lift again, roll forward, as Brenda lowered herself
down on her elbows. He slid his hands a little lower
and used his thumbs to pull her pussy folds apart and
her pink tunnel was right there, just begging for it.
The bed behind him shifted and his mother moved
beside him on her knees as well, her left hand resting
on his shoulder while her right hand rubbed his back
affectionately.
"Go ahead, Brad," she said softly, her eyes on
Brenda's opened sex crease. His cock bobbed up and
down as his mother encouraged him to fuck and impreg-
nate her other son's wife.
"Yes," Brenda purred, wanting it also.
His mother's left hand slid off his shoulder, went
under his arm and she grabbed his erection, bending it
down toward its target. Brad flexed his hips forward
and his knob pressed into Brenda's slick opening and
then disappeared down her snug hole.
"Ahhh, yeah!" he grunted as he slowly worked himself
into Brenda's fertile fuck furrow.
"That's a good boy," his mother said throatily near
his ear.
After a few minutes of careful invasion, Brenda was
full of cock and Brad began thrusting back and forth
in her succulent cunt while his mother stroked his
chest and ass with her hands.
"Ooooohhh.....mmmmmmm...uuuummmm....GodohGod...mmm
mmm," Brenda mewed as he held her hips and pushed and
pulled his erection in and out of her slippery, tight
vagina.
The scene played itself out for about ten minutes,
the intensity rising and rising. Brenda came with a
shriek and Brad had to slow his thrusts until her cunt
had gone slack again, then he began pounding her
liquidy hole like a madman as he felt his own orgasm
cresting.
"HERE I COME!...OOOHYEAAHH...UUUUUGHHH.....UUUGGHH!"
he bellowed as his mother held him and his balls blew
his wad deep in his sexy sister-in-law. He came so hard
his balls hurt.
'This stud service is the greatest!' he thought to
himself as his cock finally stopped twitching in
Brenda's cum-ladened cooze and his mother kissed the
side of his neck.
Epilogue - 15 months later
"I wish you'd let me clean up," Sharon said to Chris
as she got up from the dining room table.
"Leave it. We'll clean up later," Chris assured his
visiting mother.
"Why don't you and Brad go in and relax in the living
room. Brenda will be down in a few minutes. Carol goes
down like a shot."
Sharon and Brad got up from the table, sharing a
knowing smile as they headed into the front room. The
night had been very special; both she and Brad were
always happy to come over to Chris's house and see
little Carol. She was a beautiful, healthy baby that
had been born almost nine months to the day of the wild
happenings up in Sharon's bed.
Sharon sat in easy chair and Brad slouched down on
their couch, holding the bottle of beer he'd not
finished at dinner. Chris came in a few minutes later
carrying a couple of wine glasses and another bottle
of wine. He, Brenda and Sharon had consumed a bottle
at dinner already.
"Oh, Chris...you shouldn't have opened another
bottle," Sharon said as he handed her a glass.
"Well, if we don't finish it, it's no biggie.
Besides, this is a celebration. Carol's 6 months old
and this day will never come again."
Sharon let Chris pour her another glass. She already
felt warm all over from the alcohol she'd already
consumed but Brad would be O.K. to drive them home.
Brenda came down the stairs at that moment and Brad
couldn't help mentally undressing her, now that he
knew all her charms in intimate detail. The blouse she
wore had sort of a low neck line and with her mammaries
even larger from breast feeding, she was showing plenty
of cleavage. He was surprised his brother would let her
traipse around like that but he wasn't complaining.
Fucking her for the few weeks the previous year had
been awesome and it did pain him to know he would pro-
bably never get to again. Still, his mother was giving
him all he wanted.
"She went right down. She's such a good baby," Brenda
said.
"You're so lucky...this one kept us up all night,"
Sharon said, tapping Chris on the leg as he stood by
her chair pouring wine into the other glass he had
brought.
"Here you go, Bren," Chris said handing the glass of
wine to her. "Now, I'd like to propose a toast."
"You need a glass, Chris," Sharon said.
"Nah, I'll use the bottle....O.K., first I'd like to
thank Brenda for bringing such a beautiful baby into
our lives." Brenda and he shared a quick kiss.
"Come on, Chris," Brad chimed in. "You had a little
to do with it, you know?"
"I wish that were true," Chris said cryptically.
Sharon felt her stomach drop a little. Was it pos-
sible that Chris knew something?
"Look, we all know it's not true," Chris continued.
"The second part of my toast is to the other people
that did make it happen - you and Brad."
Sharon looked at Brenda and saw that she was smiling
at her and Brad. Chris's announcement didn't seem to
faze her; she had known that he knew before they came
over. What was happening here?
"I'm afraid our little secret is out," Brenda said,
taking a sip of wine. "But Chris understands, so don't
worry. Chris spoke to Dr. Evans and found out about his
low-sperm count and sort of put two and two together."
"I felt bad accusing her of committing adultery,"
Chris said, stroking Brenda's arm. "But the doctor was
so incredulous that I'd been able to get Brenda knocked
up...well, it was all I could think of."
"I decided to just tell him the truth and, after a
while, he saw the logic in it. We both came clean with
each other about everything. He had some secrets, not
like ours, but he got his secrets off his chest and I
came clean about everything. We don't have any secrets
now," Brenda said proudly.
"That's right, Mom," Chris said. "I know all about
Brenda and Brad...and about you and Brad." Brad and his
mother exchanged worried looks but their concern was
tempered by Brenda's continuing smile.
"At first, I was shocked but, well, now I think it's
all right," Chris continued. He handed the wine bottle
to Brenda and extended his hand to Sharon. She took it,
thinking that he wanted to show his understanding by
holding her hand. Chris continued, "I really don't see
anything wrong with what you and Brad are doing. A
mother and a son ....no, I don't see a thing wrong with
that."
Brad saw his mother's arm straighten as his older
brother pulled on her hand. He was pulling their mother
up out of her chair.
Realization dawned on Sharon at that point and she
felt a great calm come over her. Things were going to
be all right. She drained the wine glass she held and
handed it to Brenda as her husband led the way to the
stairs.
"Whatta?...." Brad said to Brenda as she began sit-
ting down the bottle and glasses on the coffee table.
The legs of his mother and Chris were disappearing
upstairs.
"Don't you see, Brad?" Brenda said as she sat by him
on the couch. "You and Chris are so much alike. That's
why I told him about you and your mother.....I knew
he'd be interested too."
"So, Mom and Chris are....."
"That's right. You're going to have to share her
from now on," Brenda said as she began to stroke his
chest. "Of course, the sharing goes the other way too,
you see, Chris and I love Carol so much that we want
another baby....and tonight's a good night, if you
know what I mean."
Brad leaned into her and they began kissing. He let
his hand roam over Brenda's milk-swollen tits, rubbing
them through her blouse. After ten minutes of heavy
necking and petting, he had Brenda very hot.
"Let's go upstairs," she suggested.
"You read my mind," he responded, getting up and
leading her up the stairs. As they walked past the
guest bedroom, Chris could clearly hear his mother
moaning inside as she and Chris enjoyed each other
for the first time.
'What a family!' he thought as he looked forward to
fucking Brenda once again.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 5
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