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Sordid Conception Part 5/7
'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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