Valerie, while doing a nude painting of her son, surrendered to her lust
and seduced him.  But a phone call from her sister goes all wrong and now
Aunt Penny is worried.  What she finds when she investigates changes her
life forever.

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   Author's Note: This is version 'Charlie' of this story.  It is the same
as Version Alpha until you reach chapter four, at which time it goes in a
different direction, involving Valerie's sister in the romance.  If you
have read version Alpha, you have already read the first three chapters of
this story.

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   Passion Of Art (version Charlie)

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)


   Chapter 1C

   Valerie Hudson sighed as she looked at her latest landscape.  She loved
working in oils because it gave her so much time to make little adjustments
before the paint dried.

   But she was tired of landscapes.

   She'd painted in college and loved it.  But being a mother and wife was
too time consuming, so her easel and paints sat in the attic for years. 
Now that Robby was seventeen and Megan fifteen the time she had to spend
parenting was much shorter.  He was a good kid, with good friends and good
habits, and she didn't have to worry about him when he was out with his
friends, or on dates.  Megan was a "popular" girl, on the cheerleading
squad, a debater, and in all the musicals the school produced.  She didn't
even date yet, and hadn't asked to.

   Valerie wasn't spending much time being a wife either, now that Phil,
her husband, had gone off to Russia to establish a branch office of his
company there.

   "I'll only be gone a year, Babe" he'd said, standing there all tall and
handsome, as he packed the last things in his carry on.  "Once it's set up
and running I'll come back home and we'll be able to retire.

   She'd laughed at that.  She'd had Robby when she was 20.  He was as
unplanned as they come, but they'd managed, and she'd still graduated with
her Bachelor's degree in Art.  She was going to teach in the Elementary
grades, but Phil's business took off and she didn't need to work.  So she
stayed home with Robby and then had Megan.  When Phil got back she'd be 38.
Who retired at 38?

   She had to pee and went to the bathroom.  While there she saw her birth
control pills and popped one out of it's plastic cocoon.  There were only
two left in the pack.  She unconsciously counted in her mind.  Yes, that
was right.  She should have two left.  She'd have to go to the pharmacy and
get the prescription refilled.

   She wondered why she bothered.  Phil wasn't coming back for another
eight months.  Habit, probably.  She counted them from habit too.  She'd
started doing that when Megan turned 14 and her body just exploded into
womanhood.  Valerie worried that Megan would be tempted to steal a pill
here, and a pill there, to save up her own supply for when she decided to
give up her virginity.

   It hadn't happened, but Valerie was a careful woman, and it was also a
good habit to ensure she knew if she missed one, and to prevent her from
taking too many.  As she swallowed the pill she thought again about her
daughter.  Fifteen was a tough time for a girl these days.  There were lots
of temptations.  Maybe she'd better get Megan her own prescription.  Just
in case.

   She went back out to the big sunny room where she painted.  She thought
about doing some still life work, but that didn't appeal to her either. 
She'd liked doing portraits, but no one wanted those nowadays.

   She heard a sound and turned around.

   "Hey mom." It was Robby.  He'd just taken a shower and had a towel
wrapped around his waist.  "I'm out of lotion.  Can I borrow some of
yours?"

   "Sure honey" she said automatically.  "It's on the counter in the
bathroom." She pointed to her bathroom and admired her son's broad,
well-muscled back as he turned to go in there.  He was a good looking boy,
the spitting image of Phil when she met him and he swept her off her feet -
literally - bedding her the first night they went out.  She shivered as she
remembered that night.

   Neither of them had planned on things going that far, but she found out
that night just how hot blooded she was.  When she felt his manhood push
it's way into her she loved everything about it...  even the pain of being
stretched in ways she'd never been stretched before.

   She shuddered again and looked up to see her son holding her packet of
birth control pills, reading the back.

   "Put those down" she said.  "You don't need them"

   He turned his brown-eyed gaze on her.  "And you do?"

   She blushed.  "Once you start taking them they make changes in your
body, and it's a good idea not to mess with the chemistry.  He'll be back
in eight months.  I want to be ready."

   She blushed again as she realized just how intimate the conversation had
become.  Robby dropped the pills on the counter, found the lotion and
squirted a dollop in his hand.  He rubbed it all over his chest and arms.
He was a wrestler, and his skin took a beating during training.  Valerie
watched his muscles ripple as he bent and moved.

   Wait.

   That was it!

   "Robby!" she said, a little loudly.

   He turned to look at her.

   "Would you do me a favor?" she asked.

   "Sure mom, what?" he said.

   "I'm getting bored with painting landscapes and still lifes.  I was
thinking about doing some body work.  But I'll need a model.  Would you sit
for me?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  How long will it take?"

   "Oh, I can do it in stages.  We can work it into your schedule.  An hour
here, half an hour there.  It won't interfere too much with your routine."

   "OK" he said.  "Sure." "Are you going out on a date Friday night?" she
asked.

   "No, not this Friday" he said.  "I was going to go shoot some pool over
at Ricky's.  "Well, save me an hour or two when you get done shooting
pool." she said.

  
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   Homer Watkins finished his dirty little business in the basement of his
shabby house in Ontario Canada.  He was a counterfeiter, and a fairly good
one at that.  He held up the completed product and admired it.  It looked
exactly like a brand new packet of Benzostyrillenophyl Oxyflorrinal, a
popular new generic birth control pill.  What it actually was were some
sugar pills wrapped up in his latest creation.  He looked closely at the
printing on the foil backing of the push-out tabs.

   It was PERFECT!  No one would ever be able to tell it from the real
thing.

   Not even his cousin Mort, who owned a pharmaceutical supply company, and
who would be paying Homer a lot of money for sealing a deal with the
supplier of the popular new drug.  He told Mort he cut the deal for only
75% of the normal price.  Mort already had a buyer lined up - some dufus in
the States.  They'd both make a killing and Mort would never know anything
was wrong.

  
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   George Harrison Watkins IV wasn't an evil man.  He had inherited the
family pharmacy while he was in college and, thinking it would support his
lifestyle, had neglected to study the ins and outs of business, preferring
to party instead.  Now, because he was no businessman, the seventy-nine
year old Drug Store was in trouble.  He was going to have to do something.
He couldn't fire Frank, his Pharmacist.  Everybody loved the old coot and
firing him would lose him half his customers.  The very first thing he
decided to do was start importing drugs from Canada.  That would save him a
bundle, and he would sell them at his normal prices.  The first drug he
ordered was a new brand of generic birth control pills that would cost him
only half of what he usually had to spend.  By charging just a little less
than he would for the name brand, he'd still make twice as much profit.  He
wasn't an evil man, he was just a greedy one.

  
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   "I'm surprised at you Mom" said Megan as they left the Doctor's office.
"I can't believe you got me a prescription for the pill.  I told you I
don't do that stuff." "I know, sweetie, but I'll feel a lot better knowing
you're protected.  There are so many bad people out there nowadays.  I know
nothing will happen to you, and I don't want you to think this means I
approve of premarital sex.  I'll just feel better.  That's all."

   "Whatever" drawled Megan, rolling her eyes like a typical teenager.

   The problem was, she WAS a typical teenager.  Inside she was about to
burst.  She wasn't worried about some rapist.  She was worried about Tommy
Valderburg, the second string quarterback she'd been exchanging hot kisses
with after practice for the last month.  Those kisses were making her get
strange and wonderful feelings between her legs, and, for the first time in
her young life, she was beginning to think a LOT about sex.

  
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   "Hi Frank" said Valerie to her friendly neighborhood Pharmacist.

   "Good afternoon Mrs.  Hudson," said Frank, "What can I do for you
today?"

   "I need a refill on my birth control pills." she said, distracted by a
lovely display of sunglasses on the counter.

   "No problem Mrs.  Hudson" said Frank.  "I just got a new shipment in
today.  They're the new generic kind, and they're a little less expensive."

   "Oh, good, because I have another prescription here for my daughter."

   "I'll mark the backs of them differently so the two of you don't get
them mixed up." said Frank helpfully.

  
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   Valerie spent the next three days making sketches, trying to get an idea
of how she wanted to pose Robby.  Friday night arrived and she relaxed,
taking a nice long bubble bath and drinking wine while she watched TV.  She
had on her favorite silk robe, the one that caressed her body so sensually
when she was naked under it, like tonight.

   She heard the front door open and close.  Robby was home.  For some
reason she was excited about the project.

   He came into the living room, where she was sprawled on the recliner,
her robe carelessly closed.  There was a lot of her naked legs showing and
a lot of cleavage as well.

   Robby looked at his mother and, in the dim light, saw someone else.  The
way she was lying was almost exactly like one of the pictures he'd
downloaded recently from a website called M.I.L.F.S.  of America.  And
there HAD been a lot of Mothers He'd Like To Fuck.  Her dark hair was
fanned out on the chair behind her head, and the dark reds in the robe made
her milky white skin almost glow in the dim light.  She was beautiful!

   He felt his prick begin to wake up.

   The beautiful woman on the chair spoke.  "Robby, you're back!  Good, I
want to get started."

   He shook his head.  It was his MOTHER, not some slutty M.I.L.F.  out
there in cyberland.

   "Yeah...  right." he said.  He was glad it was dark in the room.  He
didn't want her to see the lump in the front of his pants.

   She took him to the studio, which now had shades drawn tightly.  She had
erected a platform, made of pine boards, and there was a short plastic
column standing on one side, on top of a plinth.  It looked vaguely Roman
to him.

   "OK, take your clothes off and stand by the column." said his mother,
while she was moving things around on the easel.

   "What?" he responded.  He'd been watching the way the robe showed off
her long slim legs.  The knot holding the robe together was only loosely
tied and it was open from the top clear down to her belly button.  He was
having trouble looking at her as his mother, instead of as a woman.  He
shook his head again.  He thought she'd said he had to take his clothes
off.

   "I said take your clothes off and stand by the column." she said.  "I'm
painting you nude."

   "No way!" he gulped.

   "Way" his mother said.  She pointed at the platform with her brush.

   "But Mom, you'll see me naked!" he gasped.

   "What in the world is wrong with you?" she said, turning to look at him.
"I'm your mother.  I've seen you naked ever since you wiggled your way out
of me in that hospital."

   Robby suddenly had a vivid picture in his mind of his mother, stark
naked, lying on a hospital bed, her belly swollen huge because of him.  She
had her legs spread and had this look of expectation on her face, waiting
for him." It was the most erotic thing he'd thought of in a long time.  His
cock went to full stiff instantly.

   "No, really Mom, I can't.  um...  I have this...  problem." he moaned.

   In his shock he'd forgotten to keep his groin covered, and Valerie's
eyes immediately saw his 'problem'.

   "Oh, you poor baby" she cooed.  "Did some naughty girl get you all
worked up and then leave you high and dry?"

   She used her talking-to-a-five-year-old-voice.  Robby didn't know if she
was making fun of him or not.  On just the possibility that she didn't
realize it was SHE who was the naughty girl in question, he said "Yeah...
something like that."

   Valerie wanted to laugh, but she knew it would hurt his feelings. 
Imagine, her little boy with an erection.  "Well, you don't have to worry
about that.  Mommy has seen lots of erections, so you don't need to feel
shy.  Now, come on.  I want to get the preliminary sketch-in done tonight."

   Robby thought hard.  Obviously his mother didn't realize that SHE was
the cause of his boner.  So as long as she thought it was for some other
girl he was OK.  He took off his T shirt and unbuttoned his jeans.  When he
dropped them his briefs stood out four inches as the tip of his cock tried
to tear a hole through them.  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and
started to push them down.

   Valerie wasn't exactly watching her son disrobe.  But she wasn't exactly
NOT watching either.  When he dropped his jeans she took in a breath.  He
was a lot bigger under there than she thought he would be.

   When WAS the last time she'd seen her son's penis?  She thought and
thought, and decided it was when he was ten or eleven, before he even had
any hair.  She turned her head to watch as he slid his underwear down.

   When he stepped out of them and stood up she felt her knees go weak.

   What was she thinking?  He wasn't a little boy any more.  That was no
little boy penis.  That part of him was all man.  She almost panicked as
she felt her pussy weep slick moisture.  She hadn't had a cock in over four
months and her pussy wanted one BAD!  It did when she saw this one anyway.

   It wasn't at all like Phil's.  Phil had a club, small at the tip, but
getting larger all the way back until it was as big around as her wrist at
the base.  Robby's was long and slim, pointed at the end where the foreskin
was missing.  It looked like some kind of viper, looking at her, albeit
with only one eye.  It jutted out of a thick nest of black hair that looked
springy and soft.

   Valerie coughed and turned away as she found herself envisioning her
lips and nose bouncing off of that nest of hair.  What in the world was she
thinking?  This was her son!  She realized she was breathing deeply and
tried to control herself.

   Robby just stood there, uncertainly.

   "Well" she was finally able to articulate.  "I guess you're a bigger boy
than I thought.  That must be one heck of a girl." Suddenly her whole body
shook, almost like a dog drying off after a dip in the river.  "OK... 
well...  get up on the dais and stand by the column.  Drape one arm over
the top of it."

   Her eyes narrowed as he turned and climbed the one step.  He was nothing
but muscle!  Even his ass cheeks tensed and rippled as he lifted one foot
to climb the step and then transferred his weight onto it.  He turned,
under the hair light she had fixed in place on the ceiling.  That cast his
face in the shadows, but highlighted the muscles on his arms and chest.

   It also highlighted his erection.

   It took her five tries to get anything even remotely like what she had
envisioned before she started.  For some reason, all her sketches ended up
with the roughly drawn amorphous figure having a fairly detailed and
obvious boner.  That wasn't her plan at all.  She had planned on painting
her son with a normal flaccid penis that would be de-emphasized by
strategically placed leaves from a plant she planned on "putting" on the
top of the column.  What she wanted to stand out was the muscle definition
on the chest, arms and thighs.

   It took the whole hour just to get one finished sketch and transfer it
to a canvas.  His erection never flagged even half an inch the whole time.

   "That's gotta be some girl" she thought to herself as she told him they
were finished for the night and he could go to bed.

   Without thinking, she gave her son a hug good night.  Valerie was a tall
woman.  That loosely tied silk robe of he rs did nothing whatsoever to keep
his long, firm cock from sliding between the opening and then between her
legs.  She jerked as it grazed her still damp pussy lips.

   "Oh Mom" he said, horrified.  "I'm so sorry." He pulled back.  The top
of his penis was shiny where her juices had transferred to it.

   "Don't be silly" she said, her voice husky with emotion.  "It was an
accident.  Go on to bed.  You have school tomorrow."

   Two hours later both of them were still awake.  Both were lying in dark
rooms.  Each wanted to masturbate, but neither of them was willing to do
it. Robby wouldn't do it because he thought he was a pervert.  All he could
think of was the feel of his mother's hot, slick pussy lips on his penis.
Valerie wouldn't do it because she felt too guilty that she was thinking of
her son's prick, and the feel of it sliding across her vulva.

   It took them another hour to finally fall asleep.

   The next day, while the children were in school, Valerie worked on the
sketch and put down some base colors.  She roughed in the plant that would
almost cover the model's penis.  She thought seriously about going out and
buying a plant with large leaves that she could actually cover him with. 
She was just stubborn enough to decide not to.

   It was their second night, and it started with the sexual tension high.
The previous night had left both of them unsatisfied, though neither of
them would have been able to identify that as the reason for the level of
suppressed excitement in the studio.  Robby had stripped in his room and
put on his robe to walk through the house to the studio.  Just the
anticipation of standing nude in front of his mother was making his cock
get hard.

   By the time he got into the studio and went to the platform, he was
fully erect.  Valerie, for her part, had also unconsciously prepared for
her session with her son by putting on her silk robe again over her
otherwise naked body.  She hadn't had any wine yet, but she had a glass in
her hand as she came into the room.  Her eyes flickered to her son,
standing quietly on the platform beside the white column.  When he saw her
looking, he dropped his robe, like he was trying to wait as long as
possible to let her see him naked again.

   Valerie felt her stomach lurch.  Her little boy seemed to have a
perpetual erection.  "Have you been thinking about that girl again?" she
said, her voice low.  "Yes, Mother, I have" he said, truthfully.

   "She must be very beautiful" said his mother.

   "She is" said Robby simply.

   Valerie picked up her brush and began to make delicate strokes.  "And
has she seen you...  naked?"

   She stopped painting.  Why on earth had she asked him that?  She looked
at him, expecting to see him getting angry at her prying.  Instead he was
standing just as before, his face calm.

   "Yes, she has." he said quietly.

   Valerie felt another lurch in her stomach and moisture began to seep
into her pussy.  She couldn't resist asking another question.

   "And you've...  seen her too?"

   "No." he said tersely.

   "So you've never..." she trailed off, embarrassed now to be prying, and
to care so much what his answer would be.

   "No, Mom, I'm still a virgin, if that's what you meant." he sighed.

   "I'm sorry honey.  I didn't mean to pry.  It's just a mommy thing, I
guess.  I know you don't want to talk about your sex life with your
mother." She began to paint again.

   She was surprised to hear him say "Actually, it doesn't bother me that
much.  I thought it would, but standing here with a hardon in front of my
mother, it doesn't seem all that strange to talk about that stuff."

   "Oh." she said.  "Well, thank you.  It means a lot to me to be able to
talk to my children."

   "What else do you want to know?" he asked.

   She painted for a while, working on his shoulder.  The light just wasn't
what she wanted.  "Well, since you asked, when you think about this girl...
the one that makes you like that" she pointed her brush at his manly
erection, " don't you ever...  you know...  take care of it?"

   Now he did flush along his upper chest and face.  But he took a breath
and responded.  "Well...  um...  sure, sometimes."

   "Does she ever do it for you?" asked his mother.  She stepped forward
and one slim white leg slipped through the closure of her robe.  He could
now see her leg clear up to her thigh.

   "No" he grunted.  In his mind's eye he saw his mothers slim long
painter's fingers stroking his cock.  He felt the soothing balm of precum
begin to inch it's way through his prick.  What was he going to do it if
made it all the way out?  He tensed, trying to close off his penis.  All
that did was make it bob up and then back down.

   Valerie saw the bobbing boner.  "But you want her to, don't you?"

   Robby gritted his teeth.  "Yeah, I have to admit I do."

   Valerie missed that odd phrasing.  She missed it because, in HER mind's
eye, Valerie saw her own fingers grasp his thick stalk and slide up and
down as she brought her lips to the tip to kiss it.

   Her hand trembled, ruining a brush stroke and she put the brush down. 
She reached for the wine glass and took a sip.  Her shaking hand caused the
wine to slip past the corners of her lips and cascade down onto her bare
cleavage.

   "Damn!" she said, putting the glass down and leaning forward.  She
didn't want the wine to stain her silk robe.  She pulled the edges of the
robe apart and looked for something to wipe it off her skin with.  She
didn't think about the fact she was showing Robby all of the insides of her
breasts.

   "Robby, honey...  get me a towel or something please." she said.  He
jumped down from the platform and reached for a rag on the table nearby. 
She watched his penis bounce and sway as he walked toward her.  She was so
mesmerized by the sight that she didn't pay any attention when he offered
her the rag.

   Because of that, Robby assumed she wanted him to wipe up the wine.

   He reached between her breasts and dabbed gently at the pale stain.

   Valerie was so shocked at his touch that she just froze.  She felt the
cloth caressing the insides of both breasts and a groan began in the bottom
of her lungs.  Her hands pulled the cloth farther apart and one nipple
popped into view.  She heard her son's intake of breath as the stiff point
was exposed.

   Now he pressed the rag lower, following the runnel of wine that had gone
clear to her abdomen.  Her hands followed his, spreading the robe until
they hit the knot that was all that kept him from seeing the rest of her.
Her fingers twitched, wanting to do untie that knot, but she wasn't wearing
panties, and she was afraid of what he would think if she bared that part
of her.

   "That's fine" she gasped, trying to regain control of her voice.  "I'll
get the rest...  thank you." Her hand reached for the rag and her skin
touched his.  She felt an almost electric spark.  His skin felt hot.

   Then, feeling more secure in her body now that this man wasn't touching
it, she unthinkingly pulled at the loose end of the knot.  The knot fell
open and her robe parted, as her hand, with the rag, began to descend to
where the wine was now dripping through where her pubic hair should have
been.

   It wasn't there to catch the wine, however, because she kept that shaved
off.

   She realized what she'd done as the cloth slid down her stomach toward
her pussy.  Her eyes darted to her son's face to find his mouth hanging
open as his eyes followed that rag.  Her pussy spritzed as the rag caught
up with the leading edge of the wine, stopping it just above where her now
wet pussy lips pooched out from between her legs.

   Basically, she was pointing at her pussy as her son watched.

   Her eyes darted next to his cock, still iron hard, still standing out
proudly from that thick black bush of hair.  But now, there was a long,
milky colored drip of what she was quite positive was precum...  hanging
from the tip.

   She shuddered.  It took every single scrap of self control for her to
close her robe and say "I'm sorry, Robby, I shouldn't have let you see me
like that."

   With an audible gulp, Robby staggered backward a step.  The long drip of
precum waved around briefly and then broke loose and dropped to the floor.

   "S'Ok Mom" he slurred as he swallowed again.  "I didn't really see
anything" he lied.

   Valerie managed to begin painting again, but her strokes were erratic.
Her mind was on fire.  Robby's prick had obviously responded to her body
when the wine dripped on her.  Again she fantasized about her hands on his
cock as her lips got closer and closer, until they slid over the head of
his cock and he squirted in her mouth.  Her pussy was so wet she could feel
her moisture begin running down her leg.  "Excuse me." she said, her voice
rough with passion.  "I have to go to the bathroom."

   She went into her bathroom and got a wad of toilet tissue to dry her
pussy lips with.  As soon as she touched herself, though, she knew she
needed relief.  Instead of drying her pussy, she slid one long finger into
her wet sheath and pressed the base of that finger against her aching
clitty.

   She came almost immediately, and the orgasm was so hard that her knees
bent and she ended up squatting on the floor as her pussy dripped its
essence into a small pool.  She felt light headed and tilted backwards, her
buttocks hitting the floor and her head hitting the door with a resounding
thunk.  Her orgasm wasn't even over yet, and she moaned, as she lay back
against the door, her legs splayed open, her finger still stuck in her.

   "Mom?" she heard through the thin door.  "Are you OK?"

   "YES!" she barked.  The last thing she needed was her son pushing his
way into the bathroom and finding her like this.  "I just...  stumbled
dear" she yelled, still gasping for air.  "I'll be out in a minute."

   She got shakily to her feet and leaned against the counter.  Her new
birth control pills were lying next to her hand, on the counter.  "How
appropriate" she thought, as she realized she had just gotten off thinking
about a man's penis.  The fact that that penis was her own son's didn't
bother her half as much as the idea that she could be so horny with her
husband only gone so few months.

   She took one of her new pills and popped it in her mouth.  It was silly,
but she seemed to feel better immediately.

   When she finally calmed down and was breathing normally, Valerie went
back outside to face her son.  He was sitting on the edge of the platform,
elbows on his knees, head in his hands.  For once his cock was not rock
hard.  It had softened enough to hang down, a thick meaty thing dangling
between his legs, pushed out a little by balls that were suddenly much more
noticeable, because their hairy fullness made a bed for his penis.

   He looked up, his eyes troubled.  "I heard noises.  I thought you were
hurt."

   "I'm sorry sweetie" she cooed at him.  "I just banged the door with my
elbow when I tripped over the bath mat."

   They spent another 30 minutes working.  She had tied her robe more
tightly, and his prick stayed mostly soft.

   Chapter 2C

   Valerie told Robby to go to bed.  She was tired too, and relaxed from
her bathroom masturbatory session.  When she got to bed herself, she
surrendered again and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more
slowly. It was painfully sweet.  The harder she tried to block it out, the
more clearly she imagined her little boy's not-so-little penis while she
came.

   Two rooms away, Robby's fist flogged his cock frantically, the vision of
his mother's open robe and pooching pussy lips clearly in his mind.  It was
those lips his cock had touched the night before.  With a long groan of
delayed satisfaction, his balls emptied themselves through his cock in
gut-wrenching spasms.

   The next day was Saturday and Valerie woke up refreshed from two orgasms
and a good sleep.  She worried a little about those orgasms.  She knew it
was wrong to lust after her own son, but it was harmless, wasn't it?  What
could happen?  He obviously had a girlfriend who made him crazy.  True,
he'd seen his own mother's pussy, and that delicious string of precum had
dripped out, but that nonsense she'd thought...  that the precum was
because of his own mother...  what rubbish.  Surely he'd been thinking
about that girl, whoever she was.  She made a note to find out who this
mystery girl was.  She wanted to see the girl who had so obviously captured
the heart of her first born.

   Her opportunity came as she was eating breakfast and Megan slowly walked
into the kitchen, wearing her big fluffy pink bunny slippers and a T shirt
Valerie recognized as one of Robby's when he was several years younger. 
Megan was rubbing her eyes.  "Morning Mommy" she said.

   "Hi, sweetheart.  Have some breakfast.  Can I get you something?"

   "I just want some cereal" said her daughter.  She got a bowlful and sat
down with the milk and a spoon.

   Valerie tried not to sound like she was interrogating her daughter.  "I
hear Robby has a girlfriend.  He's never mentioned her to me.  Who is she?"

   Megan looked up from her bowl, her mouth full of Chocolate Krispies. 
Between chews she said "What girlfriend?  He doesn't have a girl friend."

   Valerie was taken aback.  "Sure he does.  All teenage boys have a
girlfriend."

   Megan chewed and then said "Not Robby.  We ride to school together and
come home from practice together.  If he was involved with a girl I'd know
about it.  Besides, he doesn't have time for a girlfriend.  And he doesn't
have a job.  Has he asked you for money to go out on dates?"

   Valerie sat quietly.  All that made a lot of sense.  "What about when he
goes out?  Couldn't he meet a girl then?"

   "Sure, but he always goes out with Chip and Dustin.  There's girls there
- Dustin has a girl friend I think - but it's different girls.  They aren't
exactly 'dates' mom."

   "And he hasn't mentioned any girl?  Said one looked really good or
something?" Megan went back to eating.  "Nope.  I've been thinking he might
be gay or something." She said it so matter-of-factly that Valerie
completely missed the sly little grin on her face.

   Valerie choked on the milk she had just begun to swallow.  Could his
erections have been about a BOY instead of a girl?  This was every mother's
worst nightmare.  What was she going to do?

   Megan drained the milk from her bowl by drinking from the bowl itself.
"Can I go over to Sheryl's house?  There are some cheers we want to work
on."

   "Sure honey" said a distracted Valerie.  "I'm going to be doing some
painting today, so I don't need any distractions.

   Megan moved out of the kitchen in a more lively fashion than she'd come
in.  Valerie got dressed, putting on a halter top and some running shorts.
She was back in the kitchen, washing dishes when Megan came through on her
way out.  She was now awake and bouncy as she kissed her mother's cheek and
said she'd be back by supper.  Then Robby came into the kitchen.  When he
saw his mother he almost turned around and left.  He felt pretty guilty for
beating off thinking about his mother's pussy the night before.  At least
she wasn't wearing that damn robe.  She turned around and saw him.  He felt
even worse as her face lit up in a gorgeous smile.  "Hi sweetheart" she
said, "Want some breakfast before we get started?"

   He went to the refrigerator and opened it.

   "Don't drink from the carton dear" his mother said automatically, as he
lifted it to his lips.  He looked.  She wasn't even looking at him.  How
did mothers DO that?  Could they be mind readers?  He didn't think so.  If
she could read his mind, she'd be calling the police to come get him right
now, because all he could think about was all that skin between her
breasts, and that wonderful soft, warm pussy he just KNEW would feel SO
good wrapped around his pulsing cock.  Damn.

   There it went again.  He just HAD to stop thinking about this.  He felt
like he might be stiff for the rest of his life.

   "You sure you don't want something?" asked the object of his desire.  "I
could whip you up some pancakes."

   "No" he mumbled.  "I'm not very hungry."

   Valerie's mother senses went on alert.  Seventeen year old boys just
weren't 'not hungry'.  Something was bothering him.  Was he gay?  Was he
afraid she would find out he was gay?  What was she going to do?

   "Well then," she said in a voice she hoped sounded light hearted. 
"Shall we repair to the studio and create fine art?"

   He just stood up and turned toward the room he had begun to feel afraid
of.

   =======================================================================

   Valerie's body did a self check as certain hormones were injected into
her bloodstream.  In the center of her body, where they were well
protected, her ovaries received the signal to do what they were intended to
do.  They had been chemically barred from releasing eggs for years.  Now,
finding no physical or chemical reason not to, they each selected an egg
from their stores, pulsed, and sent the eggs toward the only opening
available to them.  The eggs began their short journey down the fallopian
tubes to the uterus, where they hoped they would meet many handsome,
interesting and sturdy sperm cells.  Had the eggs been able to say so, they
would have told an interested observer they planned on letting only the
strongest and most handsome sperm cell into their inner sanctum.  Those
eggs wanted to reproduce.

  
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==

   Robby dropped his robe.  His mother HAD to know that the average boy
didn't have a boner every single time he got naked in front of his mother.

   Valerie sighed as his erection was revealed.  She felt her pussy react
and her nipples tingled.  Surely that beautiful stiff thing couldn't be for
another boy.  She picked up her brush.

   "Robby?" she said.  "Tell me about the girl...  the one who makes you...
excited like that."

   Robby was an intelligent guy, but this caught him off guard.  His basic
response was "Huh?"

   "You know.  What's she like?  Is she tall?  I know she must be gorgeous
to affect you that way.  Won't you even tell me her name?"

   Robby was in a panic.  "Um...  I can't, Mom."

   "What do you mean you can't?  Why couldn't you tell me your girl
friend's name?"

   "Well, she's not my girlfriend." he blurted out.

   "So there's a girl out there, who has seen you naked, and who you are so
infatuated with that you think of her all the time, and who affects you so
strongly that whenever you think of her you get erect." Valerie stopped
painting and stared at her son.  "But she's not your girlfriend, and you
won't tell me her name."

   Robby, thinking he was saying it under his breath, said "Shit, shit,
shit."

   Valerie heard him say it and her worst fears were confirmed.  "You're
gay aren't you Robby." she said, her voice flat and emotionless.

   Robby's jaw dropped.  "WHAT!?" he said "MOM!  WHAT ARE YOU TALKING
ABOUT?"

   Valerie stared, not because his whole chest and face blazed red, but
because his erection wilted like magic.  One minute it was stiff and proud,
and the next it was limply flaccid, pointing at the ground.

   "Mom!  Who told you I was gay?  I am NOT gay Mom.  Why did you say
that?"

   Valerie didn't know what to think.  Something wasn't right here, but she
didn't know what it was.  "Robby, honey, nobody told me you were gay.  It's
just that you're being so secretive about...  whoever it is...  that is
affecting you so much.  Sweetie I'm not trying to pry, but you're my son,
my baby, and I love you so much.  I just wanted to know something about
the...  person...  who you obviously are excited by."

   Robby gave a sigh of relief.  She didn't actually THINK he was gay, but
because he wouldn't name names she got off on the wrong track.  Maybe he
could salvage the situation after all.

   "OK, look.  It's just weird talking to my mother about why I have a
hardon, OK?  But it's NOT because of some GUY!  OK?  Let's get that
straight right now!"

   Valerie felt terrible.  "OK, sweetie.  Never mind, OK?  Let's just
forget this happened.  Now stand up straight, like before." She picked up
her brush again.  Robby didn't think he was off the hook yet.  "OK, I CAN
tell you this.  She's a woman.  And she's really nice and I love her a lot.
But she doesn't know about...  about how she affects me.  And I don't want
her to find out because she'd be embarrassed.  And so would I.  And I guess
that's why I didn't want to say anything, because it's kind of a secret."

   Robby was very proud of himself.  He was just sure he had given her
enough information to convince her he wasn't a homo, but not enough that
she'd be able to figure out it was her he was talking about.

   Robby, however, didn't take into account the fact that his mother was
very intelligent.  He had said three things that caused red flags and
sirens to go off in her mind.  He had characterized his mystery love as 'a
woman', not as a girl.  further he had said he loved her.  Finally he was
worried about embarrassment if anyone found out he loved this woman.

   So she knew it was no mere girl who inflamed her son's passions so much
that every single time she saw him naked he had an erection.  Her mind
churned.  What women did he know?  He mowed Mrs.  Jenkins' lawn three doors
down, but there was no way in the world he felt that way about Marge
Jenkins.  She didn't even think MISTER Jenkins felt that way about Marge.

   She realized he was waiting for some kind of comment from her.  She
thought furiously about how to get more information.  "Well, it must be
hard on you.  You see her every day?" Maybe it was one of his teachers.

   "Yeah" he said.  "But I don't mind.  Really.  I shouldn't even feel this
way about her." Robby was talking more to himself than to his mother.  That
was a mistake.  Valerie ticked off teachers in her mind.  All male.  Robby
didn't have any women teachers this year.  Her mind flitted to Megan and
she dismissed that almost immediately.  Robby would never call Megan a
'woman'.

   Then, in the pit of her stomach, like a small animal that had been
swallowed and was trying to gnaw its way out, a suspicion began to form.

   He saw HER every day.

   SHE had seen him naked, but he hadn't seen her naked.  Well, he'd seen
her ALMOST naked, when that wine spilled, but technically she wasn't naked.
He loved HER very much.  She knew he loved her.

   He didn't want this woman to know he lusted after her because it would
embarrass her.  Of COURSE he'd think his mother would be horrified if he
admitted he lusted after her.  Boys in today's world just weren't allowed
to love their mothers in that way.  THAT she understood perfectly.  His
comment about how he shouldn't feel that way fit with that too!

   Could it be?  Was it possible that her handsome son, whom SHE lusted
after, felt the SAME WAY about HER?

   Suddenly she felt jittery, antsy, unable to stand still.  Images flashed
through her mind...  images of hot torrid sex...  her body crushed under
his...  long passionate kisses and the feel of maleness...  inside her.

   Her pussy gushed.  She actually HEARD liquid sounds coming from her
running shorts.  She'd put them on without panties, and she knew there was
a dark, wet spot developing between her legs at that very instant.

   "Wait...  there" she gasped.  "Gotta pee." She staggered toward the
bathroom and took refuge behind the door.  She leaned against it and
breathed deeply.  She felt flushed and nervous.  She looked down and saw
the wet spot she knew she'd see.  She looked around frantically.  There was
nothing to change into.

   Then she saw the robe, her silk robe.  Hurriedly she untied her halter
top and, naked, slipped into the robe.  She splashed water on her face and
throat, getting her breathing under control.  She pulled the robe open, not
quite enough to bare her nipples.  She tried to walk out of the bathroom
like nothing had happened.

   She heard him mutter, under his breath again: "On no...  not the robe."

   She walked to the easel and picked up her brush.  "OK, sorry, we can go
on now." She looked up at her son.

   He stood there.  He was rock hard again.  He looked miserable.

   ======================================================================

   There are lots of turning points in our lives.  They come and go every
day.  Sometimes we notice them, and sometimes they slip past without our
even realizing that we had a chance to change things forever...  but
didn't.

   Valerie Hudson didn't exactly DECIDE to change her life.  It was more
like a feather in the wind, that has control over where it goes only
insofar as it has weight, and tries to drop straight down, but cannot.  Had
there been a third party there to stop her, and reason with her, and remind
her of all the options she had, she might have chosen not to change her
life.

   But the wind that was loneliness, and four months of lying in an empty
bed, and the wind that was her hot blooded nature, and the wind that was
her handsome, loving son, became as a warm summer breeze to the feather
that was Valerie Hudson.  She was nudged off her course just enough that
her life took a completely new direction.

   ======================================================================

   The first thing she did was close the blinds.  Heavy drapes were then
pulled over them, pitching the room into darkness.  Valerie floated across
the floor on bare feet and her finger flipped a switch.  The hair light
came on directly above Robby.  Next Valerie moved back to the bathroom. 
She reached for the bottle of baby oil she kept in the corner of the sink.

   Her gaze flitted across her packet of birth control pills.  Without
pause she popped one through the foil backing and swallowed it.  Smiling,
she went back to the room where he naked son stood waiting.

   "I need more definition on your muscles" she said softly.  "I'm going to
put some baby oil on you to make you shiny."

   He moved and she said "No.  Just stand there.  I need to see the light
the way it will look when I paint."

   Robby didn't feel so good.  His mother, dressed in that damned robe, the
one that wouldn't stay closed, and which right now was showing him most of
her chest, was coming closer and closer to him.  And she was going to touch
him.  She wasn't just going to touch him, she was going to rub her hands on
him, spreading that oil on him.  He felt precum enter his stiff column.

   Valerie approached her son, stepping up on the platform with him.  She
was perhaps twenty-four inches away from him.  The hair light was directly
above them both now, and it was bright, casting his eyes in shadow.  She
looked at the bottle of baby oil.  "I don't want my oily hands to get my
robe dirty" she said, sensibly.  Her hand flicked to the knot holding her
robe together and it came undone.  With a shrug of her shoulders, she let
the robe slip off her arms and, just like that, she stood naked with her
son under the light.

   Robby had seen all kinds of breasts.  Well, he'd seen pictures of all
kinds of breasts.  He'd seen pendulous, heavy breasts, and round balloon
looking breasts, and small mounds of breasts.  He'd seen teen breasts, and
mature breasts and even granny breasts on the internet.

   But he'd never seen anything like his mother's breasts.  Hers started
out at her body being round and heavy looking, but as they jutted out they
got pointed, and those pointy tips turned upward, like flowers looking
toward the sun.  The very tips were sharp spikes, made by brown hard
looking nipples that were so long you could hang a necklace on them and it
wouldn't fall off.  They were just gorgeous.  He looked down at them,
brightly lit by the light above, even though her face was in the shadows.
He could see down between them to her stomach, which was also in the
shadows, but which he could see was taut and flat.

   He felt the precum in his cock flow forward to the tip.  "Mom?" he
croaked.  "Hush" she scolded gently.  She cupped her hand and squirted a
pool of baby oil in it.  Setting the bottle on top of the column next to
Robby, she rubbed her other hand into the pool.  Then she put her hands on
his shoulders and began rubbing the oil all over his shoulders and chest.
Robby stood stiffly as her hands glided over his upper body.  She used both
hands on each of his arms.

   She began talking to him softly as she slid her hands over his firm
body. "This...  girl...  who excites you so much.  Is she really so
beautiful?"

   Robby knew that his prick was about ready to produce a drip of precum.
His cock ached and he wanted to touch it...  squeeze it.  He tried to
concentrate on his mother's voice.  "Yes" he said tersely.

   "And she won't...  help you?  With your problem, I mean."

   "It's not like that Mom.  I mean she can't."

   "Don't you think she wants to help you?" said his mother, her hands
slipping lower and coating his sides and stomach with oil.

   Robby was exquisitely aware of where each of her hands was.  "She
doesn't know I feel this way." he said through clenched teeth.

   "But if she DID know, she'd help you...  wouldn't she?" Valerie's hands
fell to the sides of his hips.  If she moved them around to his back,
they'd slide onto his buttocks.

   "Uhhh" groaned Robby.  "I don't know.  She can't" he repeated.

   "Let me just get your legs, dear." said Valerie as she knelt in front of
him.  Robby was terrified.  His mother's face was right in front of his
cock.  He stood rigidly, afraid to move.  He felt her hands sliding all
over his calves, and then moving upward.  She oiled his left thigh, her
hands sliding higher...  higher...  When she withdrew her hands to change
to his right thigh he gasped.  He didn't realize it but he was panting, as
if he'd run a mile or more.  Now she was at his right knee and her hands,
again, were moving upward...  higher...  higher...  if she went any higher
her fingers would hit his balls.

   He was in agony.

   Valerie stared at his penis, watching the precum ooze out of the tip as
she slid her hands sensually all over his legs.  Technically she was done.
He was covered in baby oil, and the light would make him look like Adonis.

   "If she loved you she would help you" said his mother.

   "Sheee caaaann't" groaned Robby.

   "I think she can" said his mother.

   Her earlier vision came to pass as she leaned forward, her mouth open.
She'd practiced with her husband and was proud of her ability to deep
throat.  So taking her son's cock into her throat was not work, or a chore
or anything other than her fantasy coming true.  Her lips kissed the tip
first, and then flowed around the head as her tongue flicked all around the
head.  Her lips kept going, though, slowly, inexorably inching down his
shaft until her nose was tickled by his springy dark hair.  Her hands slid
around to his buttocks and she cupped them, pulling him into her.  Then she
flexed the muscles normally used for swallowing and they squeezed the head
of his cock.

   Have you ever heard an old man, one who has a lot of pain walking, and
he makes it across a large room to a nice, deep soft chair?  Then he turns
around and levers himself into that chair, taking the load off his tired
bones and sore joints.  Then he makes a sort of a combination
sigh/moan/groan as he settles into the comfort of that chair.  It is a
sound of immense contentment and happiness.

   The only other thing that sounds like that is a young man in Robby's
situation.  As his unbelieving eyes watched his prick disappear into his
beautiful mother's mouth, his body bent backwards, making a bow.  He didn't
know what to do with his hands, and they waved at his sides as he began
making little disjointed sounds.

   Valerie began dragging her mouth off his cock, slowly, letting her lips
caress every inch of his hard flesh and sucking as she pulled off.  She had
to pull hard with her hands because he was leaning back too far.  When she
got to the tip she pulled back until her lips were just kissing the tip
again and then she reversed herself and swallowed him whole again.  She
heard his groan and he leaned forward again, into her advancing mouth. 
Keeping one hand firmly on his buttock, she let the other one slide around
until it was cupping his heavy balls and she lightly used her fingers to
move his balls around in their thick sack.

   Robby, who had been ready to spurt for an hour or more, gave a strangled
grunt and gave up trying to control his urge to cum.  "Ahh...  ahhh... 
Mom...  ahhhhh" was all he got out before his semen raced through his prick
and burst into his mother's mouth.  Immediately she pulled back until her
lips were closed just behind the head of his shaft and she sucked and
swallowed, then did it again, and again as his cock continued delivering
his pent up passion into her mouth.

   She kept her lips firmly clamped around him, twirling her tongue gently
over the head until he bent over forward and his hands slid into her hair.
She let his member slip out of her mouth and, licking her lips, she looked
up into her son's eyes.

   "If she loved you, she would do that for you."

   She stood up, no longer doubting or trying to "be normal".  She stood
tall and proud, her naked body flushed, happy with his warm spend in her
stomach.  Her hands came out and she positioned him back against the
column. Leaving her robe on the floor where it had fallen, she returned to
her easel as if nothing had happened and she picked up her brush.

   "That's much better" she said, beginning to paint.  "Do you feel better
darling?" "Oh fuck yes" he said automatically.  "Oh...  sorry Mom."

   "Good.  I'm glad I could help.  You look much more relaxed.  Tense the
muscles in your chest just a little.  Yes.  Good."

   She got more done in the next twenty minutes than she had in the whole
three previous days.  The painting was beginning to look a lot like her
son.

   Chapter 3C

   Two days passed before they painted again.  They were long long days for
both of them.  Neither could get out of their minds the "relief" Valerie
had provided that morning.  After they broke for lunch that day Valerie ran
errands, and she made a special effort to kiss her son goodbye on his cheek
when she left.  He slept, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in
days.  In the following days, both acted completely normally outside the
studio.  Valerie even had to scold him once for leaving his dirty clothes
lying around in the bathroom.

   Tuesday evening at supper she looked at Robby and asked if he had any
homework that night.  "I have to write a poem for English" he said.  "It's
supposed to be free form, no rhyming or anything.  I can't think of
anything to write about.  But that's all I have to do tonight." He leaned
forward and anyone involved in psychology or the study of body language
would have pointed at him and said "He's displaying extreme interest in
what he thinks is going to happen next."

   "Well, do you think you could give me an hour then, after you get your
poem done?" Robby thought of what he could do...  with his mother...  for
an hour and his prick stiffened.  He also felt his cheeks get hot.  "Um...
yeah, I could do that." "Good, because ever since Saturday I've been
wanting to...  do more."

   Robby felt a little faint.  "More." he repeated.

   "Yes...  more." said his mother.

   He got up and went to his room, where he tried to think about his
homework assignment.  How could he possibly write a poem when all he could
think about was his mother's body?  The curve of her breasts, with their
up-looking nipples, looking like tiny ski jumps or something.

   He stiffened.  Wait a minute...  what if...

   He sat down and picked up his pencil.

   Thirty minutes later he laid the pencil down, undressed, put on his
robe, and went to find his mother.  She was in the living room, wearing her
robe.  This time it didn't bother Robby to see her in it.

   "I'm done." he said.  "We can paint now."

   She got up and stretched.  The robe was tied tightly, but her breasts
thrust out, pushing the silk toward him.  "What did you write your poem
about?" she asked, as she began walking toward the studio.

   "The woman." he said.

   She stopped and turned around.  "The woman who...  you think about when
we paint?" She was looking at him through lowered lashes.

   "Yes." he answered.

   "I think I'd like to hear that poem.  Would you read it to me?" She
sounded uncertain, her voice husky.

   "Yes." His voice was firm.

   "Well then...  bring it with you." She turned and went on.

   Robby already had it in the pocket of his robe.  He followed her.

   When he got to the studio she was already behind the easel, looking at
the painting.  He dropped his robe and went to stand by the column.  The
hair light was on, so he could see the words easily.  She could also see
that he was half erect easily.

   "I thought of her tonight and...  remembered." he announced, naming the
poem.  "I closed my eyes, but my vision failed to dim.  She was there,
standing...  and I could not un-see her.  Her eyes, so dark, her skin so
pale, her hair...  gossamer.  She was the very picture of beauty.

   She looked at me...  and I could not hide my faults.  And yet, her eyes
began to shine with the light of the stars.  And she smiled.  At me.  For
me.  She loved me, and her open arms allowed me to love her back.

   Her touch, feather light, hovering, unsure, but there, made passion
bloom, like cactus after a rain, explodes into life.  And I was consumed as
if by the stars in her eyes, As if they came close and burned me to
nothingness.

   I thought of her tonight and...  remembered, the passion that changed my
life forever.  And if there never were another night like that, I should
surely die a happy, happy man, floating through eternity in the stream of
her love."

   He felt empty when he was done.  He'd never written anything like this
before, and he wasn't sure at all that he'd done what he was supposed to.
But he'd thought of the woman he loved, and written what he thought, or
something like what he thought.  The images and words had spilled onto the
paper.  The biggest problem he had was that he felt like he had to set the
passionate incident at night.  Morning sounded wrong somehow.  In the end
he just stood up and folded the paper, hoping for the best.

   He was afraid to look at her.  He felt a little silly.

   But he was ROCK hard.

  
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===

   The emotion which Robby's 'poem' generated in his audience resulted in
chemical changes within her body.  Hormones were released into her
bloodstream, and those effected parts of her body in various ways.  There
were small unconscious tremors that took place.  The tissues that lined her
vagina became ultra sensitive.  Her nipples puckered and then swelled as
blood rushed to them.  Her clitoris enlarged perceptibly and began to
protrude from the skin that normally shielded it from direct stimulation.
Her breathing rate increased, because more oxygenated blood was needed to
service all the parts of her body that had suddenly awakened and needed
that oxygen.

   Coincident to all these things happening, the egg produced by her left
ovary approached within an inch of her womb.  It was now in reach of any
sperm cells that might be present in that part of her body.

  
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===

   Valerie laid her paintbrush down.  Her hand was trembling.  She stared
at the man her son had become.

   Passion is an interesting thing because it is so nebulous.  It's
difficult to create passion intentionally.  It can be allowed to happen, or
a situation can be created where the potential for passion is high, but
normally passion just can't be 'turned on'.

   Normally.

   And passion comes in different varieties.  An erection is one type of
passion, and that is passion in the 'here and now'.  It is a clear and
present sign that, at that moment, passion is present.  Valerie knew that,
and had responded to it when she took his erection in her mouth.  That
variety of passion could be...  and was...  consumed as they shared it
between them.

   But poetry such as Robby had written, regardless of the quality of the
words, comes from a variety of passion that cannot be consumed, that, for
all intents and purposes, flows in the body like blood, suffusing every
part of it.  It communicates, rather than acting and instead of abating
with use, it grows until it fills the body to bursting.  This type of
passion has been known to drive men...  and women...  utterly mad.

   It can also trigger the other variety of passion.

   Robby's communication of his passion triggered something in Valerie that
she had felt only once before in her life, and that was when she gave
herself to the man who became her husband.  That night had been the first
time she felt like her body would explode if she didn't do something to
satisfy the need inside.  She'd allowed him to do things to her that night
that she hadn't planned on, but needed more than anything else in the
world.

   She found herself staring at her son's stiff prick.

   "This...  woman." she began, stepping away from the easel.  He hand
hovered over the knot holding her robe closed.  "She is very lucky that you
feel...  so strongly for her."

   Roby felt relief and strength flood his body.  "I love her" he said.

   Valerie stepped closer to him, her fingers flicking at the knot.  "And
if you could...  if it were possible for you to show her...  what would you
do?"

   The knot fell apart, and her robe opened a hand's width.  She was
clearly naked under the robe.  The light glinted on something shiny between
her legs, high up on her thighs.

   Robby, after what had happened before, felt no trace of hesitance.  "I
would make love to her."

   "But you said you've never...  done that." said his mother.

   "How hard can it be?" he said, stepping down from the dais.

   "Perhaps if you...  showed me...  what you'd do if...  she let you."
Valerie licked her lips.  Her throat was dry.  "I could give you... 
advice."

   Robby was a big boy.  He knew his sister was at her friend's house, and
would be for some time.  Now the passion that flowed in his veins began to
surface.  He reached out and nudged the robe off both her shoulders.  With
her arms straight at her sides if fell as if filled with lead.  She was so
beautiful he almost lost it right then and there, but he clamped down on
his emotions.  He picked her up, like a groom who is carrying his bride
over the threshold and took her to her bed.

   Through it all she said nothing, could say nothing.  Her throat was too
tight, her breath gone.  When he lay her down on the bed she stared at him.
They were frozen for one moment in time, a last chance to avoid what they
both knew was coming.  She found her voice.  "Show me" she whispered.

   Now his passion filled him to overflowing.  She barely got her legs open
and he was on her, like a lion on a lamb.  The speed with which he found
her opening and slotted his prick astonished her.  Then he powered forward,
skewering her in one thrust.

   She cried out at the force with which he entered her, the surprise of
being full so suddenly, and the fact that her pussy had felt nothing in it
bigger than her finger for four months.  She felt like the tip of his cock
was prodding her diaphragm and found it hard to breathe.

   And then, just as suddenly he was the one crying out, an anguished
"Noooooo" as she felt his seed explode into her depths.  Her passion
exploded at the feel of that heat and her orgasm caused her to thrust
against him, almost dislodging him from her pussy's clasp.

   He slowed and she felt the splash of a tear on her chest as he cried
with shame at his lack of control.  Her hands grasped the sides of his head
and she pulled him down for a long, wet kiss.

   "Keep going" she whispered.  "You aren't anywhere near done yet.  Trust
me." His eyes widened as he realized he was still hard, not perhaps made of
steel any longer, but perfectly capable of going on.  He'd seen porn
flicks, so he began sawing in and out of her, his loins slapping hers on
the down stroke.  Her hands grasped his ass and held him when he hit
bottom, pulling his hips into a half circle and pushing him back out again,
only to pull him back to her.  He got the idea immediately and started
doing that on every down stroke.

   "Ohh yes" she moaned.

   That simple statement brought the steel back into his prick and he began
to emphasize the circle while he was deep inside her.  His muscles bulged
as he pinned her to the bed over and over.  He saw her breasts wiggle as he
pounded her and leaned down to taste one pointed nipple.

   "Ohhhh fuck yesss" she moaned again, her hands moving to his head now,
not needed any more on his ass.

   She was close to another explosion and she grunted "Bite it".

   He did and she screamed, thrusting her hips up wildly, her head flopping
back and forth, hair flying as her passion erupted.  Through it all he kept
pounding her into the bed.

   When she relaxed, he slowed, going in and staying there, making little
circles as the tip of his prick nudged something rubbery deep inside her.

   "Ohhh Robby, baby" she sighed.  "Can you go a little longer?"

   "Yes" he said, and kept massaging whatever that was deep inside her.

   Valerie began to use her muscles to squeeze him, and she began to use
her fingernails, sliding them across his back.  And she pulled him down for
long kisses where they dueled with their tongues.  Still he stayed deep,
moving in circles.  "It's going to happen to me again" she moaned.

   "Good" he panted.  "Cause it's going to happen to me again too, really
soon." This orgasm was completely different than either of the ones before.
It was almost silent as each of them worked toward the feeling.  Valerie
found hers while he was kissing her and she made humming sounds into his
mouth as the most glorious feeling made her body feel like it was slowly
burning, turning into smoke, and drifting away.  Her pussy rippled and
milked him for his precious sexual fluid.  Robby, planted deep in his
lover, felt his balls give up his reserve supply of semen and he sighed as
the relief it brought rushed through his sore penis.  He pushed into that
rubbery mass as that relief flowed out of him.

  
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   Millions upon millions of sperm cells that had lived in Robby's body now
took up residence in Valerie's body.  Those from his first premature issue
coated her vaginal walls, creating a sticky kind of bond between that
sensitive skin and his penis.  The rush of new sperm from his second orgasm
were trapped by that bond, and had nowhere to go except into a small
irregular shaped hole, called her cervix, that led to her womb.  The river
of sperm that took that route began swimming this way and that, looking for
an egg.

   In a tiny tunnel that only a few hundred thousand swam into...  They
found one.

   Chapter 4C

   Two days passed before they painted again.  They were long long days for
both of them.  Neither could get out of their minds the "relief" Valerie
had provided.  Both acted completely normally outside the studio.  Valerie
even had to scold him once for leaving his dirty clothes lying around in
the bathroom.

   Valerie was conflicted, feeling both guilty and completely justified
about what she had done.  What bothered her was that she did feel that
things were spinning out of her control.  What worried her most was that
she had a very familiar itch between her legs...  that itch that could only
be scratched one way...  and the prick that was SUPPOSED to scratch that
itch was currently in Russia.

   There was, however, another nice, hard prick around the house.  And THAT
was what worried her.  That prick had scratched her itch once, and she knew
she'd let him do it again.  What she couldn't decide was how often and how
much she should "help" him.  She didn't want him to be fixated on her and
abandon a boy's normal search for the girl of his dreams.

   So, when he dropped his robe in the studio, and she saw he was rock
hard, she decided to try to handle things with less passion than she had
those two long nights ago.

   She walked up to him and cupped his penis.  "You know there are... 
concerns...  about what we did the other night."

   He nodded.  "People would not understand."

   "I want you to be attracted to other women...  women your own age." she
said, holding his cock firmly and stroking it gently.

   He flushed.  "I don't think that will be a problem." he said.  "If it
makes you feel any better, a girl named Melissa Roberts gave me a hardon at
school yesterday when she bent over.  She was wearing a thong and her skirt
was too short."

   "Well, that's a start, I suppose." said his mother, lengthening her
stroke.  "I can still help you at home." She sunk down to her knees and
angled his cock so she could get her mouth on it.  "Like this".  She
swallowed him whole and went to work on him like she was starving.  She had
him spurting within sixty seconds and gulped all of it down, continuing to
suck and milk him until he was soft.

   "That's very nice" he gasped, swaying a little.

   "And the other...  sometimes.  Not too often I think.  I don't want you
to get used to that." She squeezed his cock and got another dollop of cream
out of it.  She caught it on her tongue, sucked it in and swallowed that
too.

   They painted for an hour while she stayed fully clothed and he stayed
only half hard.  After that they took a break for lunch.  Valerie sat
across from her son.  "I want to be naked this afternoon while I paint. 
Can you control yourself?" she asked.

   "No" he said honestly.

   "Good, cause I'm horny" she said.  "I want to teach you to do for me
what I did for you this morning."

   "OK" he said and stood up.  There was already a bulge under his robe. 
"I'm all about learning that.  I mean if I have to." He tried to make his
voice sound like he was overworked and abused, but he couldn't pull it off.

   She took him into the studio and, while he dropped his robe, exposing
his hardon, she took her own clothes off.  She had a feeling this was a bad
idea, if she was really going to try to limit letting his prick into her
pussy, but she needed an orgasm and she didn't want to get it from her own
fingers.  She sat down in the big overstuffed chair and hooked her legs
over the arms, opening her pussy to him as she scooted her butt to the edge
of the cushion.

   The phone rang as Robby got to his hands and knees and crawled into
position.  Valerie held up one finger and answered it.

   "Hey!" came a voice Valerie identified immediately.  Penny was Valerie's
sister and she lived across town.

   "Hey" said Valerie and she waved Robby away from her pussy.

   He ignored her.

   Instead he peered at the pussy he'd fucked, but never gotten a close
look at.  He wanted to examine that pussy.  She smelled good.  Her pussy
lips gaped open in this position and they shone with a sheen of moisture
that he knew would feel slippery if he got it on his fingers.

   "What's going on?" asked Penny.  "I haven't heard from you in quite a
while." "I've been trying to get some painting done" said Valerie, eyeing
her son as his nose got closer and closer to her itchy pussy.

   "What are you painting?" asked Penny.

   "It's sort of a portraaaaaaiiiiiiiiitt" Valerie moaned the last part of
the word as Robby leaned forward and, with the flat of his tongue, licked
from the bottom of her pussy up through her spread open pussy lips, and
across the sheath that still protected her clitty.  As his tongue rasped
over it, that sheath retracted a little, and her clitty started to peek out
as if it wanted to see who there was to play with.

   "Are you OK?" asked Penny, concern evident in her voice.

   "Yes!" gasped Valerie as Robby stuck his tongue as far inside her pussy
as he could.  She batted at his head, but left her legs where they were,
leaving herself open and defenseless.  "I'm just feeling a little light
headed right now." panted the turned on woman.

   "Do you need me to come over there?" asked Penny.

   Valerie didn't hear anything after "Do you want me" because Robby had
discovered the lump that was her clitty and had decided that it looked
suckable, like one of her nipples.  So he sucked it in and his cheeks sunk
in as he pulled hard on it.  "Oh fuck yessssss" groaned Valerie.  Then
realizing that she shouldn't be talking to her sister while her son was
sucking her pussy, or, conversely she shouldn't let Robby suck on her pussy
while she was talking to Penny...  she decided she could talk to Penny any
time.

   "I have to go.  I'll call you later" gasped Valerie.  Then she hung up
and lay limply as her son brought her to three orgasms in a row with only
his tongue and teeth and lips.

   Penny, worried at how her sister had sounded, and amazed that the word
'fuck' had passed Valerie's lips, got her purse and keys and went out to
her car.  She could be there in less than ten minutes if she cheated on a
few stop signs.

   Valerie was in a hazy world of white cottony clouds or something.  Her
eyes weren't focused and her head was lying back on the chair as her son
licked her over and over again.  What she was actually looking at was
sunlight, reflected off of a sheet of plastic on a low bench, which was
shining brightly on the chandelier in the room.  The crystals of the light
fixture shattered the light and diffused it into a soft glow that her
unfocused eyes saw as a white cloudy mass.  All her attention was on her
pussy, which was being eaten, sucked and licked by someone who just HAD to
be a master pussy licker disguised as her son.  She could hear him
breathing and slurping and rubbing his whole face into her slick and almost
satisfied sex and she lay limply, as if she were a paraplegic and had been
laid out in this obscene position by some perverted caretaker.  Idly she
brought her hands to her breasts and squeezed her nipples, rolling them
between her fingers.  The exquisite pain shot to her already over
stimulated pussy and she felt another orgasm washing over her.  With some
surprise she identified the gurgling whining sound that had been going on
for some time as her own voice.

   Penny, having run three stop signs, pulled into the driveway of her
sister's house and ran to the back door, which she knew was never locked.
She passed the windows of the studio and glanced in before coming to a
screeching stop.  She pressed her face against one window and shaded her
brow, not believing what she thought she had seen.

   But it was true!  Her prim and proper sister was laid out in a chair
while some man was eating her pussy with a vengeance!  Valerie didn't look
like she was fighting, and her arms were loose.  As Penny watched, her
sister's hands came up and she began pinching and abusing her own nipples.
Then her mouth opened and Penny could hear the anguished cry of pleasure
even through the wall.

   Penny felt her own pussy twist a little as moisture was created.  She
thought about just leaving.  But she had to know who the man was.  She
walked much more quietly to the back door and let herself in.  The studio
was just around the corner and she could hear Valerie much more clearly
now. She was wailing and obviously in the throes of an orgasm.

   Penny peeked around the door.  She was immediately disappointed.

   The man's back was to her.  Well...  not his back, exactly.  His ass was
pointing right at her as he kneeled on all fours to service Valerie.  Penny
naturally let her gaze drop to what was hanging between the man's thighs
and she gasped.  It was long and hard and it made her mouth water.  His
balls were huge and full.  She couldn't actually see his prick very well,
because it was pointing at Valerie.  If he'd been standing it would have
been pointing straight up.  But it swayed and dangled a little as he moved
his face around between her sister's thighs and she got glimpses of it.

   Would he use that on Val?

   Would she LET him?

   Who WAS he?

   Just then he lifted his head.  She still couldn't see his face.  He was
muscular, that was plain to see, in fabulous shape.  His hair looked a
little like Robby's.  Could this be one of his friends?  Some young stud
that Valerie had cultivated while Phil was gone for a whole year?  His cock
was naked, that was also plain to see.  There was no rubber in sight.  The
man had kissed his way up Val's abdomen to her breasts and Penny could hear
him suck at them.  He was a noisy eater.  Her own nipples tingled and she
felt an urge to pinch them.  She also felt an urge to rub her pussy.

   That naked penis was getting awfully close to Val's pussy.  Surely she
wouldn't let some man have unprotected sex with her.  She gaped as she saw
Valerie's hand slide between them and grasp that thick, hard bone.  She
gasped as Val directed it to her pussy, and her knees went weak as the man
just rammed it into Val's pussy like he owned it.  She heard her sister
groan, and then her legs wrapped around the man's back and her heels
drummed as the man began sawing that lovely prick in and out, slamming deep
and then staying there long enough to press against her clit.

   It went on for a long time, and Penny had to sit down on the floor
because she couldn't stand up any more.  She heard Val go through at least
two more orgasms and still the man pummeled her with his rigid prick.

   Then he speeded up and she could hear him panting.  He was close. 
Surely Val would make him pull out.

   But she didn't.  When she heard the man grunt she saw Val's hands reach
for his ass and she dug her nails into it, pulling him deeply into her as
he grunted over and over again.  From where she was sitting Penny could see
where his prick went into her, could see the stretched pussy lips that were
her sister's.  A thick ring of white built up around his cock.  He was
coming so much that it was leaking out and building up around his cock. 
Now there was a thick drip of it falling to the floor.  Penny realized she
was furiously rubbing her pussy through her jeans and she leaned back so
she could slide her hand into them.  She almost made a noise as she slid
her long manicured fingers into her pussy and she rubbed herself off.  It
was just a little cum, but it took the edge off.

   Valerie spoke.  "Ohhh Robby that was so wonderful.  You made Momma feel
soooo good." ...  Robby.

   Penny's finger in her pussy pulled hard as her nephew's name was said.
She'd always had a little letch for her nephew.  And now, apparently she'd
just seen him in action.  She hadn't known what she was going to say to Val
before now.

   Penny stood up.  She ran her hands through her hair, forgetting there
was pussy juice on them, and straightened her clothes.  Then she walked
into the studio as if nothing was wrong.

   "Hi guys" she said, again as if nothing were out of the normal at all.
"Val, you've been a very bad girl, hogging that lovely penis.  I may just
have to spank you." She said this as she walked by them.

   Robby was still buried balls deep in his mother and he'd frozen when he
heard a voice.  To punctuate her 'spanking' comment she slapped Robby's ass
hard and he reacted by powering forward so hard that the chair and Valerie
both moved several inches.

   Neither Valerie nor Robby had any idea of what to say.  Being caught
like this wasn't something either of them had thought about, so neither of
them was prepared in any way.

   Penny sat down in a hardback chair.  "I guess this might be a good time
to tell you that I've had fantasies about Robby for about the last two
years."

   "What?" Valerie shook her head, unable to process the information she'd
just gotten.

   "For the last two years, when I lie in bed at night, I think about
Robby, and about this penis I dreamed up for him, which, by the way,
doesn't hold a candle to the real thing." She dropped her hand in her lap,
almost like it was an accident.  "Anyway, I have dreamed of everything in
the world that he could do to me with that penis.  And now, when I finally
get to see it, he's using it on my sister."

   "Penny?" said Valerie.  She was on the verge of losing it.

   "I do believe I'm jealous." Said Penny.  Her hand started stroking her
pussy through her jeans.  "So are you going to share?  We used to share
things Val.  I want to share things again."

   "I don't believe this." said Robby, who understood, much sooner than
most men ever would, what it was like to be discussed as a sexual object,
and right in front of him like he wasn't even there.

   "I don't feel good." said Valerie.

   "You ought to feel fabulous, based on what I just saw." said her sister.
She turned and addressed Robby for the first time.  "So what do you say,
nephew of mine?  You gonna give old Aunt Penny a tumble?"

   Robby understood instinctively that something was going on here that was
outside his level of experience.  His Aunt was a babe, and any guy would
fall all over himself to get her naked.  He didn't think he should mention
it just then, but he'd had the odd fantasy about her too.

   But he also loved his mother, and that came first.  "If my mother said
it would be OK, I'd think about it seriously." he said.

   Valerie began to sniffle and her eyes filled with tears.  Her worst
fears had come to pass and now someone knew about her incestuous ways. 
Before she could get going really well, though, she was smothered by her
sister, who was hugging them both.  "Come on Val," said Penny.  "You don't
have to explain anything to me.  I still love you and I wasn't kidding
about Robby.  If he'd have me I'd be right where you are in a New York
minute.  What with Phil gone for a whole year...  I don't blame you at all.
At least you had the sense to keep it in the family, where there's real
love involved.  Don't cry baby, it's OK, really it is."

   "B...  B...  B...  But he's my son" cried Valerie.

   "And he's my nephew" said Penny "But that won't stop me from finding a
little happiness with him if it's OK with you.  There isn't much happiness
in this world big sister, and I don't think you should feel bad for
grabbing a little of it." She looked at Robby, her face only an inch from
his.  "Why don't you get off her now Robby.  I imagine you're starting to
get heavy."

   Robby had been holding himself off of his mother just a little bit, and,
truth to tell his muscles were on fire.  But he was a little shy.

   "But you'll see me naked." he said, as if perhaps she hadn't thought of
it.

   "Of COURSE I will you beautiful stud." she grinned.  "Why do you think
I'm in here, instead of out there talking to you both through the door
while you get decent?" Not knowing exactly how much Aunt Penny had seen,
Robby decided that, since his mother thought he was handsome, maybe his
Aunt would too.  So, with a deep breath, he pushed himself up with his arms
and stood up.  His prick had been closing off his mother's pussy, but it
had shrunk so much it wasn't really inside it, exactly.  Still, his
shrunken penis and his mother's bald pussy lips were a sloppy mess.  Penny
stood there, looking down at her older sister.

   "Remember when I was thirteen?" she asked.  "And you...  taught me?"

   Valerie's eyes widened and she nodded.

   "Can I...  " the question was left unspoken.  Robby didn't know what was
going on yet, but he had a feeling things were going to get pretty
interesting.

   "In front of Robby?" asked his mother.

   "Get real Val.  You just fucked his socks off.  You think he'll run
screaming from the room if I...  clean you up?"

   Robby watched interestedly as his mother closed her legs, looked at him,
then at his aunt and finally opened her legs again.

   In almost slow motion Penny sank between her sister's thighs and began
to lick them.  Little by little she got closer and closer to Valerie's
shaven vulva, licking up Robby's sperm.  Valerie turned three shades of
pink and began to fidget as that tongue got closer and closer to where the
REAL treasure of sperm was.

   But Penny would not be hurried.  So far the only thing she'd gotten any
of Robby's spend on was her tongue.  Robby half expected her to just rub
her face in his mother's sex, but it never happened.  Instead she licked
and sucked until every part of Val's skin was clean, if not dry.

   Then she sealed her lips over her sister's lips and sucked.

   Valerie keened as her clitty was vibrated by another woman's tongue and
she got off.  She lifted her hips, just like she did when she was trying to
get more of Robby's prick in her.  Penny swallowed audibly, indicating
she'd gotten a nice hot mouthful of her nephew and loved it.

   Then, as Valerie sighed and went limp, Penny sat back.  Now she was the
one who was flushed.

   "I need to borrow Robby for a little while now" she panted.  "Please?"

   Valerie opened her eyes and turned her head toward her son.  "It's OK
with me darling."

   Penny went to her knees, facing Robby.  "Let me clean you up to, stud.
I've been wanting to do this since I saw you in the bathtub when you were
fifteen." She crawled toward him, licking her lips.

   Chapter 5C

   Robby stood there.  It had taken him some time to get adjusted to the
idea that his mother found him sexually desirable, and for him to let his
own passion loose.  So he was just a little uncomfortable with the idea
that his Aunt Penny was going to take his sperm-covered prick, which had
just fucked her sister, into her mouth.  All that fled his mind when she
reached him and started 'cleaning' him up.

   She was quite possibly even better at fellatio than his mother was.

   Within minutes he was thickening, as his adolescent penis jumped forth
to prove how young and sturdy it was.  Minutes after that she pulled off of
him and he was iron hard, his cock bobbing as she released it.  She licked
her lips again and, holding eye contact with him, kissed her way up his
stomach to his chest, where she stopped long enough to kiss each of his
nipples.  Then she was standing, her hands on his hips, her face right in
front of his.

   "Well, Robby?" She smiled.  "You think you might be willing to make this
old lady's day?"

   Robby's hands went to her breasts.  She wasn't big like his mother.  She
was slim all over, with almost boyish hips.  He'd seen her in a one piece
bathing suit before, and she barely pushed the top part out because her
breasts were so small.  She'd never married, or had children, so her
breasts had never swollen because of that.  One of the reasons Robby had
fantasized about her was that she never wore a bra.  She had no need to
really since her tight hard breasts would hardly bob if she jumped off the
bed of a pickup truck.

   "I don't see any old lady" he said softly.

   He felt her through the cloth of her shirt and felt hard, erect nipples.
Her eyes softened and she made a tiny sound in her throat.

   "And I can't do much with all those clothes in the way." he said in his
deep voice.  "Well, I can't take them off." she sighed.  "That would make
me a hussy, and everybody knows I'm not a hussy."

   She was referring to the fact that she didn't date often, and had no
steady men in her life.  She ran her own company, which she'd built from
the ground up and she was just as tough and demanding as any successful
man. She'd made it a rule never to play around with her employees.  She
hadn't really missed men all that much until she saw her fantasy man
shoving that hard cock into her sister.  Suddenly all the passion she'd
denied bubbled to the surface.

   Robby gripped her blouse at the neck with both hands and pulled the
halves apart.  Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he flexed his
wrestler's muscles.

   "Oh my" she sighed as her breasts were bared.

   Robby stared.  Her nipples were huge.  There wasn't much breast flesh
there, but her nipples were the size of the end of his thumb!

   "You can't suck them" she whispered.  "Cause if you do I won't be able
to stop you from ripping my jeans off.  So don't you dare suck them Robby."
She said this as she arched her chest toward him, aiming her right nipple
at his face.

   Robby knew his muscles were no match for the denim in her jeans, and
that she was teasing him.  He took the offered nipple, and used all his
newly created talent to suck and chew on it like he knew his mother liked.

   While he did so his fingers fumbled at her jeans, getting them open and
pushing them down over her slim hips.  They dragged her panties down with
them and she stepped out of them with little difficulty.  Her feet went
shoulder's width apart as she got her balance, and that opened her pussy to
his hand, which slid in between them, cupping her sex.

   He switched nipples and slid a finger into her, probing deeply.  She was
slick and wet all over.  He wasn't used to feeling hair, but it didn't
bother him.  He decided to see what she tasted like, since he loved the
taste of his mother, and kissed his way down to her abdomen before she
stepped back.

   "Oh no you don't" she wagged an index finger at him.  "I've dreamed
about that lovely cock in my pussy for two YEARS and I want it NOW!" She
turned to her sister, who was still splayed out, relaxing in the old
overstuffed easy chair.

   "I'm not moving." said Valerie tersely.  She WAS a little jealous of her
sister, now that she saw what was happening.

   "Come on stud" said the panting woman.  "we need a bed."

   She intended to take him to one of the bedrooms, but there was a
mattress standing up against the wall in the corner not far from the door.
Not wanting to wait any longer than she had to she grabbed it and let it
fall on the floor.  Then she pushed him onto the 'bed' and, following him,
she straddled his hips.  Her pussy pushed his cock into his stomach as she
leaned forward for a kiss.

   "I don't want to push you into anything." she said, her green eyes
staring into his brown ones.

   "I've had my own fantasies about you Aunt Penny" he said back.

   She felt her pussy flood with juice at the sound of that comment and she
fumbled for his cock, wanting it instantly inside her.  She lifted, notched
and then, without thinking about the fact that she hadn't had a cock in her
for over a year, just sat down on it.

   Robby was rock hard, and his long, pointed prick slithered into his
Aunt's pussy, clear to her cervix.  She was well lubricated.  But she was
also tight.  If Robby would have had his foreskin, it would have hurt him,
because she would have stretched it painfully.  As it was, it was like he
had put Crisco on his hand, closed it and then driven his prick into that
closed hand.  Her gasp as she was split made something in him growl and he
rolled with her, surprising her.  Penny landed on her back and her legs
snapped closed.  Robby ended up on top of her, straddling her, just as she
had been straddling him a few seconds ago.  He pressed his knees against
the outside of her thighs and, even though he was fully inserted in her,
humped upwards with his prick.  He smashed her clitty flat and she cried
out as great sheets of pleasure cut through her, making her feel like she
had been sliced into pieces.  He humped her again and she felt his prick
tip dig even further into her as her clit was flattened again.

   "OH ROBBY!" she cried.

   Then he let his weight off of her and jerked his cock halfway out of
her. He instantly decided that this position was superior for really
fucking a woman.  Instinctively, right now he wasn't 'making love' as much
as he was rutting into her, trying to drive her crazy with overpowering
physical lust, so she'd always come back for more.  The cave man in him
rose up.

   He began pounding his long pointed prick up into his Aunt and she
screamed a full throated scream as her first orgasm smashed her to pieces
on the rocks of her passion.

   As he felt Penny's pussy clamp down on his as her muscled locked in
orgasmic pleasure, Robby felt the overwhelming desire to put his seed deep
in his beautiful aunt.  He didn't want to stop yet, because he was having
too much fun thrusting into her soft pussy, but the urge was overpowering.
And so he pushed even harder, getting as deep in her as he could and let
go.

   Penny's eyes snapped open as she felt his prick swell and heard his
groan.  Her own orgasm wasn't over yet, but something in her recognized the
fact that she was about to receive a man's most treasured gift.  The
problem was, Penny wasn't using any birth control.

   "NO ROBBY!" she yelled, but it was already much too late.  The feel of
his hot spunk flooding her pussy was shocking to her, primarily because she
instantly craved it, regardless of the fact that it was so dangerous.  Her
barked warning changed to a drawn out "OH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS" as she felt
spurt after spurt enter her thirsty pussy and spread everywhere.  Embracing
the feeling she simply enjoyed the rest of her body's reactions to what was
happening to her.  Even his weight as he sagged on top of her was welcome,
as was the sweat she felt making their skin slippery and the feel of his
harsh breath in her neck.  Her arms went around him, squeezing him hard and
she turned her head to kiss his ear and cheek.

   "You want me to get off?" he whispered in her throat.

   "Never" was her only word.

   "I have to get off sometime." he whispered again.

   "Only if you promise this won't be the only time." she demanded.

   "But you're my aunt." he said unnecessarily.

   "And you're my lover." she whispered back.

   "This is too weird" he moaned.

   She let him roll off of her.  They both looked for Valerie and saw her,
slumped in the chair, her fingers still flashing in and out of her pussy as
she brought herself off while she watched them.  She made eye contact with
her son, and then her sister's pussy.  Penny's pubic hair was a mess of
thick white sperm where he had dripped as he pulled out of her.  Valerie's
head flopped back and she moaned a high keening sound as her hips bucked
and she dug with her fingers.

   "Sooooo cloosee" she moaned.

   Penny was up in a flash and scrambled between her sister's legs again,
licking around Valerie's fingers, trying to suck on her clit.

   "OH FUCK YESSSSSS" cried Valerie and she removed her hand.  Penny
feasted on her exposed pussy, biting her clit and then sucking on her now
floppy pussy lips.  It was what Valerie needed and she came hard, her head
flailing and her fists beating the arms of the chair.

   Five minutes later, three people lounged around the studio, resting up
after intensely passionate activity.  All three were feeling a little
uncomfortable.  Penny felt like she had crashed a party and made a fool of
herself.  Valerie felt like her son must think she was some pervert for
letting her sister lick her pussy.  Robby felt like both women must think
all he cared about was fucking women...  any women.  Robby somehow knew
that, if they didn't start talking, things would turn out badly.  He broke
the silence.

   "Wow" he said simply.  His mother looked at him.  She didn't look like
she hated him.  He turned to his aunt, who smiled.  He had to find out what
his mother thought first.  He crawled over to her and up to the side of the
chair.

   "Are you mad at me?" he asked, his face inches from hers.

   "Oh NO!  sweetheart" she blurted.  "Why on earth would I be mad at YOU?"

   "I was afraid you'd be mad that I...  with Aunt Penny...  you know?"

   She responded by saying "Are you mad at me?  For being a...  for letting
Penny...  ?" He was confused at first.  Teenage boys do not normally
consider one girl licking another anything odd, strange, or in any way
unusual.  His mother obviously didn't know that.  "No" he looked puzzled.
He looked at Penny, who still smiled at him tentatively.

   "So is anybody mad at me?" asked Penny.  "I mean I'm the one who sort of
barged in and everything.  But I saw you and I got all hot and I couldn't
resist and..." she trailed off as her sister's head rolled toward her.

   "I'd forgotten how nice it was." she said softly.  "I tried to forget. I
thought we were perverted back then."

   "I could tell" said Penny.  When you married Phil you made it quite
clear that we were finished with our...  sessions.  I've missed them
sometimes."

   "So you guys did that...  before?" asked Robby.

   His mother blushed and Penny answered.  "When we were girls.  We sort of
made a pact.  We were both hot blooded and we didn't want to let boys do...
what we let yhou do...  so we sort of took care of each other after dates,
when we were all horny." "Wow" said Robby.

   "Does that make you uncomfortable?" asked his mother.

   "You HAVE to be kidding me." he laughed.  I just had sex with my mother,
got a blow job from my Aunt and then fu...  had sex with her too.  No, I
can't say I'm uncomfortable."

   Penny got up and picked up her blouse.  She held it up, looking from it
to Robby.  "Sorry" he said, not sounding very sorry.  "You got me sort of
excited."

   "I noticed" she said and then looked down at the white fluid that was
draining out of her between her legs.  She thought about telling him she
wasn't safe when he came in her, but decided not to.  What could he do
about it, after all?  "I need to get cleaned up."

   Val waved her hand at the bathroom and Penny went in.  She closed the
door, leaving Robby and his mother together.

   "Are you really OK with what happened?" asked Robby.

   "Robby, I'm not supposed to be having this relationship with you.  How
could I be jealous of you having it with another woman?  OK, I could be
jealous.  OK I AM a little jealous, but I know I'm not supposed to be.  A
LOT of things are happening that aren't supposed to be happening."

   Her hand reached out and ran through his hair.  "But I DO know that I
love you, and I think that's all that really matters." She stopped talking,
to see if Robby had anything to say.

   "If I had to choose, I'd choose you." said Robby, leaning closer to her.
He stared into her eyes and kissed her gently on the lips.  "But I don't
think I have to choose...  do I?"

   Valerie sighed, staring into her son's brown eyes.  She was like a
little girl with a crush.  She couldn't stop loving this boy/man,
regardless of what he did.  "You shouldn't be doing this with EITHER of us"
she said, in her most motherly voice.  Robby reached out and cupped one of
her fabulous breasts, weighing it in his hand and then sliding his fingers
over the nipple.  "But I AM doing this." he said, and kissed his mother
again, this time long and hard.

   Valerie felt the heat coming back to her pussy.  She held his head,
kissing him hard and then pushed him away.  "You're insatiable!  You just
came twice in under an hour and you want to go again?"

   He stood up, his flaccid penis hanging in front of her face.  "I can
wait" he said.  "For a little while." He offered his hand to his mother and
she took it, letting herself be pulled up.  She hugged her tall, handsome,
naked son and marveled at how that made her feel inside.  She decided she
had a streak of slut in her, and then that it was too late to do anything
about it now.

   Penny came out of the bathroom naked.  Valerie's birth control pills
were in her hand.  "I should probably get some of these, huh?"

   Valerie's eyes opened wide.  "You mean you're not...  ?"

   Penny grinned.  "Val, I haven't had sex in over a year.  What the hell
do I need pills for?" She barked a laugh.  "Well what did I USED to need
pills for?"

   Valerie thought of her sister with a big belly, full of Robby's baby and
she shivered.  "They say the morning after pill is basically just the
strength of two regular birth control pills.  Maybe you should take a
couple of mine...  just in case?"

   Penny's hand went to her flat abdomen.  "Yeah, I suppose so.  It
wouldn't do for me to have my own Great Nephew I suppose." She popped two
of Valerie's pills out of the pack and swallowed them.  Then she turned and
went back in the bathroom and tossed the remaining pills on the counter. 
"That takes care of that." she said, coming back into the studio.  "You got
something I can wear?  Your son seems to get carried away sometimes."

   Both women left the studio, headed for Valerie's bedroom, leaving Robby
alone.  He looked around, amazed at everything that had happened.  But he
wasn't sorry for any of it.  He didn't care what the world thought.  What
he had shared with his mother, and then his aunt was something he'd
remember all his life.  No matter what happened.

   He realized he was sweaty and that his pubic hair was matted with the
juices of two women, to say nothing of his own fluid.  He went to the
bathroom he and Megan shared to take a shower.

   Chapter 6C

   Megan got home just as the two women emerged from Valerie's bedroom
dressed again.  She hugged her aunt and sniffed.  "Is that a new perfume
you're wearing?"

   Penny colored, knowing that what Megan smelled was dried sex on her
body. "Uh, yeah, something I tried out at the Mall.  You like it?"

   Megan said "It smells...  earthy or something, maybe musky.  Yeah, I
like it.  What's it called?"

   Penny stuttered for a minute.  "I'll...  um have to find out.  I didn't
ask." She looked at Valerie for help.

   "Megan, honey, will you help me with dinner?" asked her mother.

   Megan rolled her eyes.  "I suppose so."

   Penny stayed for supper.  It wasn't strained, exactly, but the
conversation was difficult.  Three of the four wanted to talk about what
had happened, but couldn't in front of Megan.  Megan wanted to talk about
what her friends were doing, and what cute clothes she had seen, but nobody
else was actually interested just then.  Penny said she wished she didn't
have to work the next day, and Robby said he wished he didn't have to go to
school the next day.  Valerie said she wished she didn't even have to get
out of bed the next day.  That made all three of the co-conspirators laugh
and Megan looked around warily.  Some built in sense told her there was
something going on, but she didn't have any way to investigate.  Her mother
saw the suspicion in her eyes and asked "So, Megan, what is it you wish YOU
didn't have to do tomorrow?"

   Megan frowned.  "I wish I didn't have cheerleader practice." she said to
herself.  When she realized she'd said it out loud she found three people
staring at her with astonished faces.  Megan LOVED being a cheerleader.

   "What's going on honey?" asked her mother.

   Megan had a dilemma.  She'd been excited about being on the pill at
first.  But when she'd told Tommy about it, he'd gotten pushy in a hurry
and she wasn't quite ready to go all the way yet.  He was acting like a...
like she was just a piece of meat or something and it was pissing her off.
She wanted romance, but all he wanted was for her to get naked.  She'd be
willing to talk about it with Aunt Penny, because she admired the way Aunt
Penny was always in charge, especially of the men around her.  But she
could not, of course, mention all this to her mother.  And the idea of her
brother finding out was just out of the question.  She knew what he'd do,
and Tommy would just beat the stuffings out of him when he tried to do it.

   "Uh, it's just difficult right now I guess." she said lamely.  The two
women looked at each other, hearing in Megan's voice many things Megan
didn't know she was saying, and that they remembered going through
themselves.  They knew instinctively that it was boy trouble.  Penny
reached out and touched Valerie on the wrist.  Valerie, understanding,
nodded.

   Valerie acted like nothing was really wrong.  "Well, perhaps you and
your Aunt can talk about it later.  You haven't seen her in a long time and
you should catch each other up."

   Everyone except Robby saw Megan's shoulders lift and her face lose it's
frown.  Valerie made sure they'd get their time alone.  "And Robby can help
me with the dishes."

   Robby groaned and then jerked as his mother squeezed his knee under the
table.  "Sure Mom." he said.  Something in that squeeze made his cock start
to stiffen.  After supper Penny and Megan went outside to sit on the glider
in the garden.  Valerie started washing dishes and Robby walked up behind
her, reaching around to cup her breasts.  He ground his basket into her ass
and squeezed both breasts.  "So what do you want me to rub...  er wash?" he
said, intentionally saying the wrong word.

   "I told you not to get used to...  things." she said, enjoying the feel
of a man's hands on her body.  "And here you are wanting to do it all the
time.  That's why I told you not to get used to it.  You get used to it and
you want to do it a lot.  So I'm telling YOU!..." she squeaked as he
pinched both her nipples through her blouse.

   She turned around, sliding through his hands, and put her soapy hands on
his cheeks.  "You have GOT to learn to control yourself!" she said.  When
his hands slid down her back to her buttocks she said "You're going to be
doing that and Megan will walk in and then what will YOU explain to your
SISTER about what you're doing?  Cause I'M sure not going to explain it. 
So, mister can't-keep-his hands-off-his-mother, you start thinking about
THAT, cause you're not getting any of THIS" she bumped his loins with her
own "until I'm convinced you'll have a believable story to tell HER!"

   She pushed him away, stepped to one side and waved at the remaining
dishes.  "You can just finish up those while you think about it."

   "Come on Mom" moaned Robby, looking at the dishes.  "I was just
playing."

   "Yeah, well you're playing with fire, and you're going to get burned. 
You just get your hands wet and cool them off." She left, going to the back
door to check on Megan and Penny.  She saw them walking toward her, talking
animatedly.

   Megan looked up and saw her mother.  "Hey, we were just coming to ask
you if she could take me for ice cream.  We have a lot to talk about."
Penny grinned an 'I'll tell you all about it later' grin.

   Valerie waved.  "Sure.  Bring Robby and me something back." She watched
as the two went to Penny's car, got in and left.

   She snuck back into the kitchen, as quietly as she could.  She couldn't
believe what she was about to do.  After all her lecture to her son she
couldn't deny that she was on fire inside.  The feel of his hands on her
made her crazy.  She snuck up behind him, slid her hands around him and
cupped his prick with one hand, while rubbing his chest with the other.

   "So what do YOU wand ME to wash first?"

   Ten minutes later she was screaming her way through an orgasm while her
son's prick spat globs of heavy cream into her pussy.  In the midst of her
orgasm she admitted to herself that, as far as her own son was concerned,
she was a prime grade A slut.  She also decided that she didn't think she
cared.

   Forty five minutes after that, during which there were two orgasms for
Valerie and one more for Robby, just as they got decent again, Megan and
Penny got back.  They had two half melted sundaes with them.  By the time
they had been eaten, everyone there decided they were too tired to stay up
much longer.  Penny said she'd drop in on Valerie in the next day or two.
She managed to pat Robby on the ass and brush her flat tits against his arm
as she kissed him goodbye on her way out.

   Everyone else just went to bed.

   The next morning, Valerie Hudson experienced what she remembered with
crystal clarity as morning sickness.  She waited until the kids had gone to
school and called her sister.

   Penny answered the phone and said "Hey, I was just about to call you."

   Valerie said "Yeah, well, you can tell me about Megan later.  Right
now..."

   "Wait" cut in her sister.  "That's not it.  I was just watching Good
Morning USA and there was a story on about birth control pills.  I think it
was about the same brand I saw in your bathroom last night."

   "What story?" asked Valerie, concern in her voice.

   "Something about a big investigation because somebody has been making
fakes...  wait...  they're giving a number to call.  Let me get it down."
She didn't say anything for a minute and then came back on the phone.  "I
don't know if it matters, but I wrote down the lot number and a number to
call if you have any of them.  You want it?"

   With a sinking sensation in her stomach Valerie told Penny to wait, and
went and got the pills from her bathroom.  "OK, what's the brand name?" she
asked.  Penny said "I couldn't get all that down.  It was some awful long
name with Oxy something in it.  But I got the lot number.  They said it is
on the back of the package in the lower left corner."

   Valerie turned her packet of pills over.  There was a black seven digit
number in the lower left corner of the back.  "What's the number?" she
said, dread in her voice.

   Valerie's eyes watched each of the seven digits as Penny named them off.
"611ZR45" said Penny.

   "Shit" said Valerie.

   "I'm coming over" announced Penny.  "Don't do anything until I get
there." Valerie started to tell her not to come, that there wasn't anything
she could do, but Penny had already hung up.  This time she was there in
seven minutes.  She was talking on her cell phone as she walked in the back
door.  "...  telling you John, if it hasn't been done the way I want it
when I get there, heads will fucking ROLL!  You GOT me John?" Good.  See
you later.  I don't know when.  Something has come up." She flipped the
phone.  She had a piece of paper in her other hand.  She handed it to
Valerie.  "I called the number they gave on the way here.  I wrote this
down at a stop light."

   Valerie looked at the paper.  It said "Benzostyrillenophyl Oxyflorrinal,
lot #611ZR45" Elsewhere on the paper was a phone number with area code. 
She looked at the packet of birth control pills in her hand.

   "Oh fuck" she began to cry.  "What am I going to do Pen?  I had morning
sickness this morning."

   Penny hugged her crying sister.  "First, we're going to find out if you
actually have anything to worry about.  Then we'll decide what we're going
to do."

   Together they went to the local supermarket and got a home test kit. 
Together they followed the instructions, and together they looked at the
results.  Valerie slumped and began to cry again.  Penny was stone faced.
At that particular point she wasn't too worried about her own situation. 
She probably wasn't ripe when Roby flushed her with his sperm, since her
last period had ended only six days previously.  She'd find out in another
three weeks, she supposed.  Her concern was for her sister.  She knew Phil
would be furious, and that Valerie couldn't even tell him who the father
was because that would only make it worse.

   "Val...  VAL!" she said, shaking her sister.  Valerie looked up, red
eyed.  "What do you want to do Val...  about the baby?" asked Penny.

   "What do you mean?" asked Valerie.  "What is there TO do about it?"

   "Sweetheart, women have choices nowadays." said her sister.

   Valerie's eyes got wide.  "This is ROBBY'S child.  I will HAVE this
baby!" she said firmly.  Her hands went to cover her abdomen protectively.

   Penny smiled.  "OK, I had to ask.  And you had to make a decision.  That
makes things a little easier.  Now that you've made a decision, all we have
to do is make plans." Valerie laughed and cried at the same time.  "You
make it sound so easy."

   "It IS easy, dear sister." said Penny.  "Phil will either leave you or
he won't.  You have to make plans for how to handle things either way.  I
assume you won't be telling him who the father is." Valerie nodded, still
crying.  "The first thing you need to do then is call that number and see
what your options as a victim are.  That will help in deciding some other
things."

   Together they called the phone number and, after answering a number of
questions determined that Valerie's and her daughter's pills were, in all
likelihood, fakes.  They would have to be seized as evidence and tested
before she and Megan would be officially identified as victims.  Valerie
was told that an investigator would be dispatched to interview her and
collect the evidence.  It was requested that she have a complete physical
and sign a release for the medical records of that physical, hopefully
before the investigator got there.  Then the woman on the phone asked about
whether Megan was sexually active or not.  Valerie shrugged her shoulders,
but Penny cut in "No, we're relatively certain she is not." The woman
suggested that Megan have a physical too, just in case.

   When they hung up Penny explained why she thought Megan was still a
virgin.  She described how a boy Megan was interested in was trying to push
Megan and how Penny had told her to handle things.  She offered to talk to
Megan about it and Valerie shook her head.  I'll have to tell her I'm
pregnant sooner or later.  She's not stupid.  She'll know it isn't Phil's."

   "We need to talk to Robby before we do anything else" said Penny.  As
the father he has the right to know what's going on and I think he should
be involved in decisions too.

   Penny went to school and parked outside, waiting for Robby.  When a
flood of kids began streaming from the school she waited until she saw him
and then whistled.  He waved and came over.  He had a smirk on his face as
he sauntered up to her.  She knew what he was thinking and decided to
straighten him out right away.

   "Forget it stud.  You've gotten your one and only piece of ass from me.
You were adequate, but you need a few years of experience before you can
play with the big boys." She crossed her arms and leaned back on her Lexus.

   The look on his face made her sorry she'd said it immediately.

   "I...  uh..." he started and she held up her hands.

   "Wait!" she said.  She took a breath to steady her nerves.  She wasn't
used to apologizing.  "Let's start over.  I didn't really mean that.  Not
the way it sounded.  I'm here to pick you up because there's a...  problem
and your mother and I need to talk to you about it.  When I saw you looking
at me like I was your bitch or something my hackles went up.  You shouldn't
treat women like that Robby.  What we had was something very special. 
Don't cheapen it be thinking that you have the right to...  whatever it was
you were thinking.  OK?  Is that fair?"

   Robby, knowing exactly what he HAD been thinking, realized right away
that she had a point, though she was being a little rough about making it.
But He had tumbled into the world of adult things, and he liked that world,
so he tried to be adult about his response.

   "Yeah, I suppose it is.  I'm sorry.  I DON'T think of you as my bitch. I
want you to know that."

   She kissed him on the cheek.  "You're sweet.  And that will probably get
you laid a lot more than that other thing you were doing.  Get in.  We have
to talk."

   "What about Megan?" he asked.  "She should be out any minute."

   "We need to talk alone." she said curtly, and got in the car.

   She and Valerie had agreed that Penny would break the news to him,
because Valerie knew she'd break down and cry if she did it.  He asked all
the appropriate questions about how this could have happened, and Penny
could tell he felt badly about things.  But he was not sitting slumped
over. When he found out his mother intended to carry the baby...  his
baby...  to term, he looked elated, astonished, horrified and scared all at
the same time.  But he got over that.

   "What about Dad?" he asked.

   "We haven't figured that part out yet." said his aunt.

   "And Megan?" he probed.

   "She has to be told.  It will be obvious enough to anyone in a few
months, and she shouldn't find out that way.

   They talked some more, until they got home.  When he went into the
kitchen, and saw his mother sitting there, head in her hands, he felt an
upwelling of tenderness for her.  She was in a tougher spot than he'd ever
be in, and it was his fault.  She looked up, her face tear streaked.

   "Do you hate me?" she sniffled.

   He pulled her up and into his arms.  "Of COURSE I don't hate you. 
You're my mother.  I LOVE you.  Why would I hate you anyway.  This is all
MY fault."

   "No it's NOT!" she bawled as she buried her face in his shoulder.  "I
SEDUCED you.  I goaded you, showed you my body.  I all but BEGGED for it.
I'm such a SLUT!" she spat.

   "Well, now.  What does that make me?" asked Penny, her voice cool.

   Robby found himself in the unenviable position of being a potential
arbitrator in a potential cat fight.

   "BOTH of you pipe down!" he ordered.  "It happened.  There isn't
anything we can do about it now to make it unhappen.  Well there is, but
Aunt Penny said you're not interested in that."

   "NO I'M NOT!  AND I DON'T WANT ANYBODY TO MENTION THAT AGAIN!" yelled
Valerie.  "OK, OK" he hugged her close.  "So we'll figure something out."
He lifted her chin and kissed her on the cheek.  "Thank you." he said.

   She pushed at him, but not hard.  "What for?" she grumped.

   "For wanting to have the...  our baby."

   She looked up at him, wonder in her eyes.  "You're going to be a Daddy!"
It was the first time she'd thought about it in those terms.  Until now
everything she'd thought about was her.  She hadn't really thought about
how all this would affect Robby.  She sat down.  She was going to be a...
Grandmother?  No, that wasn't right.  She was going to be a mother, but she
would also have her own grandbaby...  sort of.  It was so ludicrous she
giggled.  Then she got hysterical, laughing and crying at the same time. 
Penny and Robby closed in on her and enveloped her with loving whispers. 
Penny watched her nephew as he tried to comfort his mother.  He was a good
boy...  no a good man.  A lot of teens would have said "Fuck it" and gone
off to play video games.  But not Robby.  He cared.  He actually loved his
mother.  She felt a familiar heat begin to build in her loins as she
appreciated him.

   "I do NOT believe this." she said heatedly.

   "What?" said Robby and Valerie at the same time.

   "Wait...  give me a second." she said.  She sat down, then looked up at
Robby, then off into nothingness.  Her eyes widened and she looked back at
Robby and then gulped noticeably.  Her gaze went to Val and stopped.

   "What if you weren't the only one pregnant when Phil got back?" She
looked at Val, waiting for a response.

   "I don't understand." said Valerie.

   "What if, when Phil gets off that plane, there are TWO pregnant women
standing there waiting for him...  pregnant by the SAME man...  his son? 
And they were both pregnant because of the fake pills.  What then?  What do
you think he'd do?" Valerie looked confused.  "I don't know.  I don't even
understand what you're talking about.  You said Megan isn't sexually
active."

   "I'm not talking about Megan.  Suppose we told him I was taking those
pills too?  And that I seduced Robby and you caught us and you were so
lonely that you just couldn't help but join in.  And we both got pregnant
because his son's such a studly man.  Wouldn't that kind of bullshit appeal
to a man?"

   "What do you mean bullshit?" demanded a miffed Robby.  "Aren't I a
studly man?" Penny reached out and squeezed his basket.  "Of course you are
dear.  You're the only man who's gotten into MY panties in a couple of
years, which makes you a studly man.  Now don't interrupt while I'm
exercising my genius." She turned back to her sister.  "So?  What do you
think?  Would that make it any easier for him to swallow?" Valerie thought
for a while.  "I honestly don't know what he'll do, or say, or how he'll
act.  But I have to say that's a more palatable story than anything I've
thought up."

   Robby had his hand raised in the air, like he was in school, waiting to
be called on.  Penny looked up at him and groaned.  "What!?" she snorted.

   "I just wanted to make one little tiny point.  I don't want to interrupt
a genius or anything, but it occurs to me that...  if memory serves me
correctly...  you're not pregnant."

   Valerie went "OH!  He's right!"

   Penny sat back in her chair.  "That can be remedied quite easily.  If
that's the only problem we have, then we have no problem."

   Val's mouth dropped open.  Then snapped shut.  "You're crazy!" she said.
"You've gone insane.  Robby, go get some rope, we have to tie her up until
the ambulance gets here."

   Robby ignored his mother.  "How are you going to convince him you're
pregnant?" he asked.

   "I'm going to have a big belly, full of a baby, that's how." said Penny
smugly.  "How?" insisted Robby.

   Penny looked disgusted.  "OK Robby, remember what you and I did last
night?  Well, that's what you do to make a baby.  And if it doesn't work
the first time you try it, then you try it again until it DOES work.  They
call it pro-cre-a-tion" she over pronounced the word, like she was a school
teacher.

   Valerie started crying again.  "You'd have a baby just to help
meeeeeeeee" she bawled.

   Penny got up and hugged her again.  "It's OK.  You've done me some
favors too.  We'll just call this payback.  Now quit crying or you're going
to make me cry and I don't cry."

   "Who's going to be the father?" asked Robby.

   His aunt turned on him.  "Well, we'll be lying our teeth off about most
everything we're going to tell him.  I sort of think at least part of our
story ought to be true." She stepped over to her nephew and put her thumbs
through a belt loop on either side of his hips.  She pulled his loins
against her own and then pushed her tiny breasts against his diaphragm. 
"I'm kind of horny right now Robby.  Do you think maybe you could help me
with that?"

   "You have GOT to be shitting me." said Robby, his eyes wide.

   "Don't be crude, that doesn't turn the girls on at all." said Penny. 
She ground her pussy against what was obviously his prick.

   Robby stared into his aunt's eyes.  There was no mirth there, only her
serious gaze back at him.  "You're serious?" He wanted to believe her, but
it was too strange.  "Why me?"

   Penny sighed.  "Well, for starters, you obviously have what it takes to
make a baby." she looked over at Valerie, who was watching the interplay
interestedly.  "And, I love you.  And, I'm not getting any younger.  And, I
have no romantic prospects because I'm the Iron Bitch to all the men I
know. And, I don't particularly like the idea of having some donor's child.
And, I've done it with you and you're damn good at it.  Are those enough
reasons?"

   "But what about what you said?" She looked confused.  "At school, about
my one and only piece of ass?"

   Penny giggled.  "I was just putting you in your place.  It's an Iron
Bitch thing.  I thought I apologized for that.  Tell you what, stud.  For
the next, say, hour, you can put me in MY place.  How's that?  That's an
offer no man has EVER gotten before." She ground her pussy into him again.

   Penny squawked as Robby bent over and folded her over his shoulder.  He
put a hand on her ass to hold her and began walking with her to his
bedroom.

   "HEY!  PUT ME DOWN!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? 
VALERIEEEEEEEEE" Valerie stood up to follow, but then sat down, remembering
that Megan would probably be home any minute.  She would need to be kept
from going in the vicinity of her brother's room for an hour.

   Besides.  They needed to talk anyway.

   A female wail of ecstasy came from the direction of Robby's room and Val
knew that Penny was already having an orgasm.  Penny, Val decided, had
finally bitten off WAY more than she could chew.  Val had taught Robby
well. She smiled, her first real smile in quite a while, and decided to
walk outside to meet Megan.  Where it wasn't so...  noisy.  They could go
for a ride.  Maybe do a little shopping.  And talk.

   =======================================================================

   Valerie and Megan got back from their impromptu shopping trip just as
the street lights came on in the street outside the house.  All their
crying was over, and they were in a pretty good mood, all things
considered. Valerie had confessed everything to her daughter, who surprised
her by saying that she thought she understood.  Megan explained the
feelings she had been having about boys and sex and being on the pill. 
Then she blew Valerie's mind by saying that she'd had those kinds of
feelings for her father too.  So she could understand why Robby might be
attracted to his mother, since she was attracted to her father.  By the
time they were ready to go home, Valerie had a new respect for her
daughter's sophistication, especially since she was so young.

   When they walked in Robby was fixing Lasagna.  Penny was laid out in one
of the recliners in the living room, limp and grinning.  "Hi Val" she said
in a dreamy voice.  "Hi Megs".

   Megan looked at Robby.  "What's wrong with her?"

   Robby shrugged.  "Beats me.  She wanted a massage.  I gave her a
massage. I massaged her as good as I knew how.  Now she says she's all sore
and doesn't want to move." Penny giggled and Valerie scowled at her.

   "What did you massage her with, a club?" asked Megan.

   Penny started giggling hysterically and Valerie slapped her thigh.

   Megan stopped, whirled and stared at her brother.  Her mouth worked, but
she couldn't say anything.  It ended up in an OH shape as she took in air.
She whirled and looked at her aunt, who was still giggling.  Megan saw that
here blouse was buttoned wrong.  She turned back to her brother.  "Don't
tell me...  not HER too!  What ARE you?  Some kind of SATYR?" She turned to
her mother, who was suddenly very busy examining her cuticles.  "MOM! 
DON'T TELL ME YOU LET HIM DO THAT TO AUNT PENNY TOO!" She sat down hard. 
"This isn't fair.  THIS JUST ISN'T FAIR!"

   Valerie went to her daughter.  "Honey, calm down.  It's just that..."

   "DON'T tell me to calm down!  My brother knocks up my mother and now
he's porking my Aunt TOO?!  And you want ME to calm DOWN?!  I'm the only
virgin in this HOUSE and my MOTHER is going to give birth to my NIECE, and
now my Aunt will probably get knocked up and give birth to my...  to my...
I don't even know WHAT that will be, and YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?"

   "You told her, huh?" asked Robby.

   "Megan, honey, please, let us explain" tried Valerie.

   "I am NOT happy about this." said Megan, rising and pacing.  "When do I
get to have sex?  If everybody and his MOTHER is having sex, when do I get
to have some sex?  THAT'S what I want to know.  When, mother?"

   "I can help" said Robby.  Then he ducked as Megan grabbed a throw pillow
and launched it at him.  He didn't see the book she threw right after that
and it bounced off his shoulder.  Luckily it was a paperback.

   It took a while, but things finally calmed down.  Robby was sent to his
room, more because the sight of him agitated Megan than for any other
reason.  But that allowed the three women to "chat".

   They talked long into the night.

   When Penny excused herself, saying she was tired, and wanted to go to
bed, and then walked directly to Robby's bedroom door and went in, Megan
only sniffed, hugged her mother good night, and went to her own room.

   As she passed her brother's door she yelled "KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE. 
PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"

   To their credit, all she heard in her room was one long moan that was
cut off abruptly, as if someone had clapped a hand over the moaning mouth.
She had to masturbate before she could get to sleep.

   They had a plan.

   Months passed.

   Chapter 7C

   It was a long trip home for Phil Hudson, and not because he was
traveling ten thousand miles.  Phil had a problem, and she was seated right
beside him.  Her name was Svetlana and she was his translator.  Of course
he wouldn't really need a translator when he got back home.

   But his translator would need him.

   He glanced over at her.  Even now, after a year of working with her
every day, he couldn't believe how much she looked like his daughter,
Megan. That's what had attracted him to her in the first place.  She had
claimed to be twenty-two, and spoke flawless English.  After a year, that's
about all he really knew about her, except that she wasn't twenty-two.  She
was, in fact, seventeen.  She could have been his daughter.

   And, in fact, within two months of hiring her, he was treating her like
his daughter.  Or at least he was treating her like he WISHED he could
treat his daughter.  That consisted of covering her naked body with his
naked body, while his rampant prick dug deep into her pussy, spurting
strong jets of semen into her nubile belly.

   He had made one, tiny, little suggestion that she was sexy, and the next
thing he knew they were in bed.  They couldn't get enough of each other and
he seeded her every day.  He'd assumed she was on the pill, but she wasn't,
and he'd knocked her up within a month of that first wild sexual union.

   It was then he found out she was only seventeen.  And that she lived in
a tiny apartment with little heat, sporadic electricity, and water
sometimes.  She had moved in with him the next day and had lived with him
every day since.

   That was ten months ago.

   He smiled as she looked up from her task and smiled at him.  The baby...
his baby, sucked noisily at her breast in the seat next to him.  She had
insisted her baby have an American name, and they had decided on Thomas. 
He had to admit that he loved both Svetlana and Thomas.

   The problem was, he already had a family, and he loved them too.  Part
of him couldn't wait to see Val, tall, slim, regal, just beautiful.  And
the mother of two children he loved as well.

   But Val didn't know about Thomas, or Svetlana for that matter.  It was
going to be interesting when they met him at the gate.  He had thought
about trying to set Svetlana up in an apartment somewhere, a kept woman for
all intents and purposes.  As his employee he had no trouble getting her a
work visa.  And, truth be known, she WOULD be valuable in his business when
it came to communicating with his new branch office.  But he couldn't
abandon her like that.

   She knew she'd never be his wife, and didn't care.  But she wanted him
to be well known to his son, and that meant seeing him often.  And THAT
meant she'd be in his home from time to time, with Thomas, if for no other
reason.  She'd even agreed that their fling was just that, and that it was
over.

   He hoped HE still had a home to go to after Val found out what he'd
done.

   And he hoped he'd be able to be around Megan without thinking of the
things he'd done with her Russian twin.  His prick got hard just thinking
about it, even now.  And Megan would have grown a lot in a year.  She'd be
sixteen by now.  What would he do if he got erections around her?  Even if
Val forgave his indiscretion with Svetlana, she'd never accept it if she
found out he wanted to plant his cock in his own little girl and flush her
full of sperm.

   He'd find out in about half an hour.  The stewardesses were passing out
the customs forms and they were on their final glide path.

   Phil Hudson started to sweat.

   Valerie Hudson was sweating too.  She and Penny were both sitting on
cute little scooters the airport had insisted they use, since both were
heavily gravid with child, and walking was difficult.  Valerie's due date
was only twenty-six days away.  Penny had another month and a half before
she'd be in the delivery room with Robby.  She smiled when she thought
about Robby.  He'd insisted on taking classes to help with the child birth,
because it was assumed that Phil wouldn't be interested, if he was even
still around when the children were born.  Phil had helped with both Robby
and Megan, but they couldn't count on his help this time.  So, he was
scheduled in the hospital as the Birth Coach for both Val and Penny.

   She quit smiling as she was told that the plane had landed and was
almost at the gate.  They weren't allowed to meet the passengers as they
deplaned, but could wait where the luggage would end up, so that's where
they were.

   Penny reached over and patted her hand.  "It will work out." she said,
for possibly the hundredth time.

   She sensed Robby and Megan standing behind her.  They had both insisted
on coming.  Robby intended to stand up to his father, and Megan intended to
be the one family member he could greet without anger.

   Now a flood of passengers came down the escalator.  Four heads craned,
looking for Phil.

   "THERE!" yelled Penny, pointing.

   "No, can't be" said Megan.  "He's got a woman with him.  See how she's
holding his arm?  It sure LOOKS like Daddy though!"

   Valerie stood up.  She felt like a blimp.  It WAS Phil...  but the woman
WAS with him.  What could this mean?

   Penny spoke.  "She's carrying a baby.  Maybe he met her on the plane and
is just helping her find her luggage."

   Phil reached the bottom of the escalator and helped Svetlana step off.
He saw a woman who was the spitting image of Val, but this woman was so
pregnant she might have the baby any time.  And there was another pregnant
woman with her...  who looked a heck of a lot like his Sister-in-law,
Penny.

   And behind them a man...  it wasn't a man...  it was ROBBY!  And next to
him a beautiful young woman who could be the twin of the woman holding his
arm.  She HAD to be Megan.  What in the world was going on?

   Valerie stared as Phil and the woman got closer.  She looked to her left
to make sure Megan was, in fact, standing there.  It was uncanny how much
like Megan this woman looked.  A few years older, maybe, but she could be
Megan's twin sister!  Her mouth dropped open.

   Passers by, if they'd have been paying attention, would have thought
that aliens had landed, the way the two groups looked at each other. 
Svetlana saw immediately that the boy standing with the two pregnant women
was Phil's son.  She hoped Thomas grew up to look like this boy...  no man
would be better.  He wasn't much younger than she was.  And the girl!  It
was like looking in a mirror!  She looked at Phil, whose eyes were bugged
out.

   Megan was the only one in her group who didn't pay any attention to the
woman with her father.  Her eyes were fixed on her Daddy and she couldn't
wait any longer.  "DADDY!" she screamed and rushed to hug him.  She jostled
the woman, who let go of his arm.

   "Sorry" said Megan as she tried to crush her father in her arms.

   Phil felt his fantasy girl in his arms and felt her proud young breasts
pressing against his chest.  He smelled her hair and heard her familiar
voice.  He was fully erect in seconds, and felt that erection pressing into
her abdomen as she crushed him and kissed his cheeks.

   "Baby" he sighed into her hair.  "It's SO good to see you again."

   Megan had planned and practiced what she was going to say to her father
- many times, in fact - but it all fled now as she hugged him.

   "Daddy you can't be mad, because it was all a big mix-up and stuff
happened and we all love you and you CAN'T go away or anything, PLEASE
DADDY?" she ended, pleading like a girl five years younger.

   Phil was thunderstruck.  It sunk in that his wife was PREGNANT and
standing only a few feet away from him.  He pulled Megan into one arm and
held out his other to Val.  "I don't know what's going on, but I can't tell
you how happy I am to see you...  I think." he ended.

   Val's eyes were serious.  She came over and leaned up to kiss him...  on
the cheek.  "We need to talk Phil, but this isn't the place.  Will you let
me explain?" Her eyes went to Svetlana, who was standing quietly, holding
the baby, who bore a remarkable resemblance to Robby when he was a baby.

   Phil didn't know what to do.  Obviously his wife was pregnant with a
baby not his own.  There was a place down deep in him that wanted to rage
and hurt something...  or somebody.  But a much stronger part of him
reminded him that his own indiscretion was standing beside him, dependant
on him, at least for a while.

   "Yes, we need to talk" he said.  "This is Svetlana.  She works for me.
She's my translator."

   Four people stared at the girl.  In a dignified voice she said "Hello. I
hope we can be friends."

   Robby too had planned and practiced what he was going to say to his
father.  He was so intent on that that he missed a lot of the signs that
both Val and Penny picked up on, concerning Svetlana AND her baby.  There
were conflicting emotions going on in Valerie and she was getting agitated.

   Penny was beginning to smile.  If things were like she thought they
might be, this might all work out wonderfully after all.

   "Dad" started Robby.  "When you left, you told me I was the man of the
family while you were gone.  Well.  I WAS the man of the family.  And this
is all my fault, so if you decide to be pissed off, you need to be pissed
off at ME and not anybody else.  It's very important to me that you
understand that."

   It was very quiet in the little bubble that surrounded the group, in the
midst of chaos and confusion.  Robby backed up a step, tense, muscles
bunched, ready for anything.  Anything except the roar of laughter that
came from his father's mouth.  It was laughter tinged with hysteria, but he
got it under control.

   "Yes" he said firmly.  "We all need to go somewhere where we can talk."

   It was hurriedly agreed that they'd come back for the luggage later, and
the whole troupe went to the parking lot.  There wasn't a vehicle large
enough to accommodate them all.  Penny said that Megan, Svetlana and the
baby could ride with her, while Valerie and Phil took their car.  Robby
insisted on riding with them and, in fact driving.  Phil thought that was a
good idea.  Valerie had gotten a suite at the Airport Hilton, thinking that
neutral ground might be best for the initial...  negotiations.  Penny knew
the way.

   But by the time they got there, the need for negotiation was almost
gone. In Penny's car, Svetlana, sensing the possibility of a bond with
Megan, and liking the sassy pregnant woman who was driving like a maniac,
told them everything that had happened in Russia.  In fact, she told them
more than she'd told Phil, whom she credited for saving her from a life of
drug addiction and prostitution after her parents were taken by the
authorities and thrown in a Gulag as political prisoners.  She, in turn,
was told the story of why things were so tense, and she laughed, saying it
sounded like the kind of things that happened at her aunt and uncle's house
when she was a young girl.  They too were arrested and never seen again
when she was twelve.

   In the other car, Phil listened to the explanation his wife and her
sister had worked so hard on and which she gave for the predicament she was
in and stared in wonder at his son, who darted frequent glances in the
mirror to make sure things were OK in the back, where his mother and father
were.

   "I missed you so much" she said.  "And Robby was so much like you.  I
know it was wrong, and I know I can never make it up to you, but I love you
Phil, and I would never have hurt you intentionally.  And, considering the
father...  I had to have this baby."

   Phil took a breath and said.  "OK, I've heard your explanation.  Now I
have one of my own to make." He held his wife's hand as he talked.  She
started to jerk hers away once, but forced herself to stop, and then,
later, didn't want to any more.  She was a little thunderstruck that BOTH
of them had given in to temptation, when neither thought the other would.
It was almost...  poetic justice.

   As they arrived at the parking area of the Hilton, Phil said, "Aren't we
a pair, Val?" He got out and found himself facing his son.  It was a little
like two bulls, sizing each other up, getting ready to decide who got the
heifers.  Valerie got out of the car and stood between them.  "I love you
both." she said.

   Phil ignored her and addressed his son.  "BOTH of them?  You knocked
BOTH of them up?"

   Robby stood tall.  "It wasn't intended.  There was a problem with the
birth control pills."

   Valerie's hand flew to her mouth.  She'd completely forgotten about that
part of the story.  "Honey!" she yipped.  "I forgot that part.  There were
fake pills marketed, and we got some of them, and there was a big
investigation and then a lawsuit.  We were part of that too, and they found
in our favor..." She stopped explaining, but looked excited.

   "And?" asked Phil.

   "They awarded me fifteen million dollars, and they awarded Megan
seventy-five thousand dollars." She hoped he wouldn't notice that she
didn't specify an amount of damages for Penny, who had NOT been part of the
suit.

   Phil's mouth dropped open.  He sat down on a nearby bench.

   "We put it all in the bank." said Valerie.  She looked up and saw
Penny's car pulling into the valet area.  She leaned down.  "Phil, there's
one more thing, and I don't know how to say this.  I've thought about it
for months and I couldn't think of a way to tell you, so I'm just going to
say it."

   He looked up, fear on his face.  Valerie saw that fear and leaned down
to kiss him.  "No, it's nothing bad.  Well, maybe.  I just don't know what
to think.  It's Megan." Phil sat up.  "What about her?  Don't tell me she's
pregnant too."

   "No, she's not.  In fact she's still a virgin.  But with all this... 
other going on...  she doesn't want to be."

   Phil's eyes got a little crazy.  "You mean she told you she wants to
have SEX?" he ended on that word hard and people looked his way.  He saw
Megan getting out of Penny's car and felt his boner start again.  She was
so beautiful, and...  grown up looking.

   "Calm down." said Val.  "Yes, she wants to have sex.  But not with just
anybody.  She has one particular man in mind."

   Now his eyes looked dangerous.  "Who?" It was amazing how ugly one word
could sound.  Valerie sat down beside him on the bench.  She leaned toward
him and said, very softly, "You."

   Phil leaned back and his head smacked the wall with a thump.  His eyes
went to his daughter, who was walking toward him, smiling and talking to
Svetlana.  Together they looked like twin sisters, with different hairdos,
and different taste in clothes.  One of them had let him slide his prick
deep in her, had welcomed his seed into her womb, and had born his child.

   And almost every time he had done that with her, he had been thinking of
the girl walking along beside her right now.

   And now he had just been told that the one he thought of most was
willing to welcome his prick, if not the rest.  He felt like someone had
jerked him out of his life and thrust him into some mad soap opera, that
was, in actuality a reality TV show based on candid camera.  His mind
whirled.

   "Don't tell her I told you" whispered Valerie.  "She'd be embarrassed."

   There was temporary chaos as they checked in and gave the concierge the
information about the luggage so that someone could go and claim it for
them.  Then they filled one elevator and went up to the suite.  Valerie had
held nothing back, because she didn't know how long they'd need it, because
she didn't know how long the negotiations would take.  She had been sure
there would be negotiations.

   So, she had taken a suite with three bedrooms so that they'd all have
someplace to rest and Phil could have a room to himself if he wanted it
that way.

   Now it appeared that they might not need any of it.  When they got there
she sat down in a chair and sighed.  "What should we do?" she asked no one
and everyone in general.  She looked at Megan and Penny.  "Phil and I
worked things out on the ride over." Penny slumped.  "Thanks goodness." she
sighed.

   Megan was stunned.  "You mean that's it?  It's over?  All is forgiven?
Come ON people.  There are PREGNANCIES involved here.  People CHEATED on
each other!  You can't just FORGET about it!  What about Svetlana?  What's
going to happen to her?  And my new little brother?  What's going to happen
to him?  Where's he going to live?" She looked prepared to go on and on,
but Phil cut her off.

   "Megan!" he barked.  She jumped, unaccustomed to the command in his
voice.  "All those things will get worked out.  What your mother's asking
is, do we need to stay here tonight, or just go on home?"

   Megan sulked.  "Home is hours away.  I want to stay here.  They have a
hot tub.  And room service.  And cable.  And you guys can work out all the
little details so that when we get home everything will be back to normal."

   Val looked at Phil.  Both were thinking the same thing.  They had tried
to act normally and she had pitched a fit.  Who understood teenagers?

   In the end, Valerie and Penny went into one of the bedrooms to take a
nap.  Robby didn't know what to do, but he was still on guard, so he sat in
a chair near that bedroom.  Within ten minutes Svetlana was sitting in the
chair next to him asking him all kinds of questions about America, and
where he lived, and how old he was.  She needed to change Thomas and she
offered to teach him how to do that, since he would no doubt have to start
doing it soon.  They went into another bedroom.  Megan, still sulking,
plopped down in front of the huge TV and started watching music videos.

   Phil explored, found the hot tub, stripped down and got in.  This was
something he had missed in Russia.  He leaned back and let the heat soak
the tenseness out of his body.  He reached out and turned a dial that
started bubbles going.  He let his overburdened mind float, thinking of
nothing for a while.

   Ten minutes later Megan came looking for him.  She stood, shifting from
one foot to the other.  "It looks nice." she said.

   "Come on in" he invited her.

   "I don't have a swimming suit." she said sadly.

   "I didn't either." said her father, remembering what his wife had said
about Megan's fantasies.

   "You mean I could get in there with you...  naked?" She didn't sound
like the urbane almost woman right now.

   "Yes" he said.

   "I'm embarrassed." said Megan, hating the words and blushing furiously.
She started to turn but he stopped her.

   "Megs, look honey, tell you what.  I'll cover my eyes while you get
undressed.  OK?  It's really nice in here and you shouldn't have to go
without.  Once you get in I won't be able to see you.  You'll be fine."

   Megan bit her lip.  She felt so juvenile, but this was exactly the kind
of thing she'd dreamed of getting to do, especially with her father.

   "OK" she said.  She stood there waiting until he covered his eyes with
his open hands.  He wanted to peek in the worst way, but knew that if he
did, and got caught, it wouldn't help, and would probably hurt.  He felt
the water swirl and move as she got in.  When he uncovered his eyes she was
sitting straight across from him.  "It is nice" she moaned.

   "I told you so." he said.  He began to ask her questions about what her
life had been like while he was gone, catching up.  Then she asked him
questions, some of them hard ones.  She asked him why he'd done with
Svetlana...  what he'd done.  He tried to explain his attraction to her
without saying she looked like Megan, but it didn't work out well.  He was
about to try again when the subject of their discussion came into the room,
dragging Robby along behind her by his hand.

   "Ooooo here is the hot tub.  I've heard all about them, but never been
in one." she cooed, dipping her hand into the bubbling water.

   "Come on in" said Phil.  Then his eyes darted to Megan, who probably
didn't want the woman to interrupt them.  But Megan was just looking at
her.

   "What do I do?" asked Svetlana.

   Megan's head jerked and she beat her father by saying "Just take off
your clothes and get in."

   Svetlana must be given a little slack.  She was in a strange country
that she had HEARD a lot about, but didn't actually KNOW a lot about. 
She'd been a virgin when she met Phil, and he was the only man she knew
anything about, other than her Father and Uncle, whom she hadn't seen in
over a decade.  So it never occurred to her that most people don't just
drop their clothes in America and get into hot tubs naked.

   Robby stared and blushed as the woman got naked right in front of him.
Megan groaned as her plan to get rid of Svetlana so she could be alone with
her father backfired.  She looked at her father and he was grinning at her.
Miffed, she swam over next to him and said in a soft voice.  "OK, but I'm
sitting next to you." He reached out and put his arm around her, pulling
her against his side.

   Svetlana stood, naked, and proud of the fact that, after only a month,
her stomach was again almost flat.  There was still a lot of loose skin
there, but she worked hard to tone herself up.  She climbed up and put one
leg over the wall of the tub, remarking on how hot the water was.  The
other three people in the room stared at her blond pubic hair and pink
pussy lips, which were clearly visible in her position.  They also couldn't
help but take in her big milk-filled breasts that swayed gently back and
forth as she balanced on the edge of the tub.

   She looked at Robby.  "You must come into the hot tub too, yes Robby?"

   Robby stuttered and stammered and then, to his own disgust, he looked at
his father.  When all he did was nod, Robby took a breath and began taking
his clothes off.

   Now it was Megan who stared.  She'd seen the painting that her mother
was doing of Robby, but had never been in the room while Robby was naked.
She looked curiously as his body was bared to her and she couldn't stifle
her gasp as his penis was exposed.

   It was stiff and sticking straight out from his body.

   Svetlana was watching, out of the corner of her eye, trying not to stare
at her lover's son, but she couldn't resist.  When she too saw the
magnificent teenage erection she'd caused, her pussy spasmed.  The doctor
had told her not to have sex for six weeks after Thomas was born.  There
were two more weeks to go.  She wasn't sure she could wait that long.  Then
she laughed, realizing that she had no one to even have sex WITH.  Phil had
made it clear that they couldn't continue their relationship.

   Perhaps his son might be available.

   When Robby got into the tub she began a carefully calculated series of
tiny movements that would, eventually, have her sitting as close to him as
Megan was sitting to her father.

   Robby, trying to get everyone's attention off his obvious arousal, said
"Gee, I can't get over how much Svetlana and Megan look like each other."

   Megan snorted.  Svetlana was beautiful, a woman, a mother.  How could
she look like that?

   There was a little more talk as Phil probed his children's minds to get
more and more information about things that had happened while he was gone.
About half an hour later Valerie and Penny came looking for them.

   "Ohhh what a good idea" said Valerie, thinking about how light she'd
feel in the water.  Without a word she began shedding her maternity
clothing until she was gloriously and pregnantly naked, her big belly
sticking out in front of her like the front end of a Mack truck.  Her
breasts were swollen too, full of milk for the baby that would soon be
born.

   Penny, not to be left out, dropped her clothing almost as quickly.  Phil
appreciated her nakedness, though she looked nothing like he thought she
would.  She too had a bulging belly, but her breasts looked normal.  Then
he remembered hugging her in the past and feeling that she had almost
nothing up top.

   The two pregnant women helped Svetlana's plan along nicely, as she moved
to sit hip to hip next to Robby, making room for the women.  Soon, Robby
was flanked by two naked women, Penny and Svetlana, while Phil was
sandwiched between his wife and daughter.

   Valerie wasted no time in reaching over to find Phil's soft prick and
began playing with it.  It was their first intimate act since he had gotten
home, and, considering the revelations that had been exposed to both of
them, it was not done flippantly.  She needed to know how he would react to
her sexually.  He smiled, and let his left hand slide between her legs, to
grip her thigh.  She sighed in relief.

   In a moment of boldness, Phil also let his right arm slide down and
slipped his hand into Megan's armpit, beside her breast.

   Meanwhile, Penny claimed Robby's prick, and was delighted to find it
hard.  She began stroking it up and down while he hissed and whispered for
her to stop before there were strings of spooge floating in the water.  She
laughed.

   Megan, feeling her father's hand so close to her breast, did something
that young people have done for centuries.  She made up an excuse to turn
around so that her the man's hand next to her could "accidentally" touch
her breast.

   "Is that the phone?" she asked as she turned and her breast slid right
into her father's hand.  She tingled at the feel and was surprised when he
squeezed her tit gently.  When he pinched her nipple she squeaked and
turned back around, blushing furiously.  She looked at her dad and he just
grinned.

   Svetlana, sitting next to Robby, could feel his body moving as Penny
jacked on his hard cock.  She felt the water move and saw Penny's arm
moving too, and put two and two together.

   She turned to the handsome young man.  "This is a thing Americans do in
the hot tub a lot?" she looked down at where his lap would be exposed if
there were no water.  Penny laughed.  "No, I'm just trying to embarrass
him. He got us both pregnant, and now we're too pregnant to have sex, and
I'm making him pay for that.  I mean, here I am all fat and ugly and I did
it just so Phil might not be so mad at Valerie, and it looks like I did it
all for nothing!

   Svetlana frowned.  "You're unhappy about the baby?"

   Penny stopped laughing.  "No, dear.  I'm going to love this baby with
all my heart.  I was just complaining because once the baby's born I'll
have to go back to plain old Penny with no man and no sex."

   "Robby cannot make love to you any more?" asked the Russian woman.

   "Well, no!" started Penny.  The look on everyone else's face made her
realize that perhaps there might not be the objection she would have
expected if she'd said she wanted that relationship to go on.  "Um I mean I
don't THINK so." She kept waiting for someone to tell her what a perverted
idea it was for her to continue letting her own nephew fuck her.

   "Can I have him then?" asked Svetlana, sliding her hand onto his leg. 
"I have no man either, and my baby is almost old enough that I can enjoy
sex again." Robby spluttered and coughed as he was discussed like all he
was was a big penis.  Penny grinned at his discomfort.  "Perhaps we could
share him dear." she said.  Svetlana, not aware that this was possibly just
as BIG a societal problem in America as the incest angle was, nodded her
head and said "I think I would like that.  I think I like him.  He is very
handsome."

   Valerie, hearing all the talk about sex and unhappy because she was too
close to term to safely have a rutting man in her, turned to her husband,
whose prick had gotten long and hard in her hand.  "I'm a little hungry"
she said, squeezing his cock.  "You want to go get something to...  satisfy
us?"

   Phil, who had been sure that his married life was over, and who was
still a little amazed that it wasn't, and that he wasn't even furious about
another man impregnating his wife - as long as that man was his son - stood
up, exposing his prick to everyone in the tub.

   "I didn't have a suit" he said, as if that made it all OK.  He turned
and that prick went within two inches of his daughter's face as her round
startled eyes stared at it.

   He left, holding his wife's hand and they went into a bedroom and closed
the door.  Penny also stood up.  "Robby, honey, would you help me get out
and go get dried off?  Svetlana, maybe you could help too." She had a grin
on her face as she said it.  Robby was led unsuspectingly away toward
another bedroom, not knowing that the sharing was about to begin.

   Megan didn't figure it out until ten minutes later when she heard
Robby's groan come through the thin bedroom door.  She looked around, the
only person alone in the suite.  She was pissed.  She got out of the tub
and padded naked into the third bedroom.  There was a TV in there, and so,
after she toweled off she lay down in bed, still naked, to watch a movie.

   It was a pretty good movie, but after it was over she couldn't remember
the name of it.

   Megan was lying quietly in bed, trying to fall asleep.  She had the
sheet over her, even though it was hot, because one finger was gently
stroking her tender clit, and sometimes people just barged in.

   She saw the door move out of the corner of her eye.  Someone was... 
barging in.  It was her father.

   "Hi baby, you still awake?" he asked softly.

   She thought about keeping quiet, because her feelings right now were
roiling and she was afraid she'd make a fool of herself.  But she turned
her head and said "Yes."

   "I came to kiss you good night." he said.

   "I've missed that Daddy" said Megan and she felt the emotions rushing
up. She couldn't stop them and was overwhelmed by her feelings of love
and...  something else for her father.

   He walked over to the bed and, acting on impulse, she threw the sheet
back, off of her naked body.

   "I don't want that between me and my good night hug" she said.  She was
tense, because she had no idea how he'd react, his earlier grasp on her
boob notwithstanding.  Her hand gripped the sheet with white knuckles,
wanting to draw it back over her.  She held her breath.

   Phil stopped, frozen as he saw, in the dim light, her milky white
breasts, with their cherry nipples, her flat stomach and the soft mat of
blond hair between her legs.  Her legs were spread just a little, and he
thought he could see something there besides hair.  He felt blood rush to
his face and cock at the same time.  "Daddy?" There was a tremor in her
voice.

   "Baby, you're so beautiful" he sighed.

   Her body relaxed and she let out a gust of air.

   "You've grown up so much.  You're almost a woman." he went on.

   "My kiss?" she prompted.

   As he bent over, not knowing where to put his hands, she whispered "I
want to be a woman Daddy."

   Knowing what his daughter had told his wife, and hearing those words
were like an electric cattle prod to Phil.  what he had intended to be a
simple peck on the lips turned into a long, lingering, wet kiss with
tongue's involved.  She might be a virgin, but she had plenty of practice
with hot kisses.  Her hands came up and held his head to hers.

   Gently, with care, in case he was wrong, he lifted one hand and slid it
to her right breast.  She arched up into his hand and said "Mmmmmmmm" into
his mouth.  His hand slid down, his longest finger twitching with
impatience to be buried in warm pussy.

   She was wet and slippery when it got there and he slid right in.

   Her hips twisted and he heard pain in her "Ohhhhhh" as he slid that
finger deep.  He lifted his head.  "You OK?"

   "Oh yesss, but it hurts a little bit." she moaned.

   "That's your hymen probably" he said.  I'm probably stretching it.  He
kissed her again and drew back.

   "I hate my hymen" she said.  "Can you make it go away?"

   "I can, baby, but it will hurt more."

   "I don't care Daddy, I've been waiting for this for so long."

   "We really shouldn't be doing this" he said, the last piece of his
shredded conscience speaking out.

   "Everybody else is being happy.  I want to be happy too." she said.  If
it's not you it will be some boy.  I love you daddy.  There aren't any boys
I love right now." He stood up and dropped the gym shorts he was wearing.
His cock was hard.  She looked at it and her eyes got huge.  "It's so... 
so...  big." she stuttered to an end.

   Actually, what she had been about to say was "Ugly".  Phil's cock had an
almost tiny glans, not much bigger than the tip of his thumb, and from
there it got progressively larger around until, at the base, it was as big
around as Megan's wrist.

   When she'd seen it earlier, in the hot tub, what flitted through her
mind was the picture of a baby toy she'd seen that had colored plastic
rings, each a little larger than the other, and the child could put them on
a stand that looked just like her father's penis.

   She suddenly laughed at the thought of him lying down and her putting
colored plastic rings on his dick.

   "I know, it's goofy looking." he said.  "But I promise you'll like it
later." "I love it already." she said and rolled over to plant a kiss on
the tip.  She nipped it with her lips, on instinct and then drew away.

   That felt fantastic, but for the last year, when that penis had been
digging deep into Svetlana's pussy, Phil had been pretending she had been
Megan.

   Now the real Megan was here, and willing, and that's where he wanted his
prick...  not in her mouth.

   He crawled up on the bed and she spread her legs in welcome.  He had the
urge to make her cum with his mouth, but fought that off too.  He fisted
his prick and nosed the tiny head between her slick labia.

   "Oooo" she said, with anticipation.

   "I'll go slow baby" he promised.  "Let's get that nasty old cherry take
care of first.

   He gave a convulsive shove with his hips, and the head popped in her. 
"OHhhh owwwww" she complained as her hymen was shredded.

   The nice thing about the shape of his cock was that with just the head
in her she wasn't being stretched much, but her clit was being massaged. 
And as he went in further and further, and the circumference got larger and
larger, it would be massaged more and more until it was mashed flat and
screaming.  For now, though, he played with her pussy, moving the little
glans around, pulling it out and pushing it back in past that sore spot and
stroking her clit with the fatter part until she started humming and said
that it didn't hurt any more.

   Then he started working that awful thing into her.  He DID go slowly and
it took him more than five minutes until he knew he had only two more
inches to give her.  Her moans and groans and yips and cries told him when
to back off a little and when to fill her with more.  From experience he
knew not to shove that last bit in until later because he was both too
large and too long to fit, especially in a virgin pussy like Megan's.  He
started making little rabbit thrusts into her and jerking it out again.  It
was extremely tiring for him, but experience told him this was they stroke
that would drive his daughter crazy and he stuck with it.

   When she began crying out and writhing under him, and he knew she was
there, he leaned down and softly bit one of her stiff turgid nipples, and
then sucked on it.  He knew everyone in the suite heard her, but there
wasn't anything he could do about it.  He was too close to stop and quiet
her down.  The temptation to shove the whole thing in her was beginning to
be too much to resist, but he knew he'd have to be careful.

   "Megan, honey" he panted.

   Her eyes opened and she looked at him with a slightly unfocused stare.

   "Your mother got you more pills?  Real pills?" he asked.

   She nodded and then added in a somewhat slurred voice, "We got a
lifetime supply in the settlement."

   "Thank you" he groaned and gave his last shove.  He felt that tiny head
nose into her cervix and push through and felt his pubes crush her own
blond curls.  Then he grunted and shot her womb full of long streams of hot
white sperm, the same sperm that had caused her to be born in the first
place, and which had just recently made another baby in Svetlana.

   Megan sighed as she felt each spurt of her father's hot juice.  "I
decided not to take them though." she said.

   Her words struck Phil like a whip and he shoved even deeper into her as
his cock spat three more times.  The thought that he might be impregnating
his beloved Megan made him shake like a rat in a terrier's mouth.

   "Ohhhh babyyyyyyy" he groaned.

   Megan put her hands on his butt and said "Shoot me full of baby juice
Daddy.  I want to be like Mommy and Aunt Penny."

   As he felt the last drips of his essence move from his body to hers, he
knew that, if this time didn't fulfill her dream, he'd be back tomorrow and
every day until she was...  just like her mother.  


  
The passion of art - version charlie