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Sordid Conception Part 4/7
"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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