## Archive-name: family_secret

From: jan123@hotmail.com

Subject: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [2/6]

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [2/6] This is a story of consensual lesbian incest (sister-sister, twins). If you
don't like it, don't read it. I give a lengthy background to the situations
which may involve sex. I am aware this may turn off some impatient
readers. However, I prefer to write it that way because it makes everything
more plausible. So there: you have been warned. Enjoy!

Comments, suggestions are always welcome (jan123@hotmail.com). ff stories are welcome as well.

© Jan V. - 1996 - all rights reserved

Part Two - Kiss and tell

Nikki tried to forget it. She and the twins had left Linda at home. They were at the club, dancing, with Mr. Cool's gang. The twins were drinking, may be too much for their own good. Their fake IDs had worked. The way they dressed and looked and moved was enough to convince any bouncer they were precious clients. The bouncers knew they were that kind of girls that attracted clients to their establishments. If they had any doubts about the authenticity of their IDs they sure didn't make a big effort to check them out.

Nikki could not relax. Mr. Cool was a real dreamboat. He had short brown hair and a luscious tan. His chest was flat and had bulging biceps coming out his white, skin-tight T-shirt. But still she couldn't let go and enjoy herself and listen to the sweet things he was whispering into her ear. At last her guilt made her say, "Sorry, I've gotta go home."

"Why?" Mr. Cool asked, astonished.

"I'm worried about my Big Sis."

"Why?" he said. "She's big enough to take care of herself."

"I know. But I don't feel comfortable staying here knowing Linda's home
alone. She's always come with us. I just can't. Sorry, I've gotta go."

Nikki left and shuddered. Mr. Cool was angry. He'd cursed over and over again. She looked back once she left the disco, just making sure she wasn't being followed. She ran back home. When she entered her room, all lights were out. It took a while before her eyes could make out anything in the darkness. Sis was lying in bed.

"Linda?" she called softly. "You sleeping?"

"No" was the answer.

She sat next to Linda, turning the nightstand lamp on. "Wanna talk about
it?"

"No." Linda saw Nikki's attractive features change. Nikki wore also her hair long but it was straight, very much like the twins'. She knew Nikki hated it so straight, without curls, and wanted to get a perm. Mom wouldn't allow it, though. She was too young for that. When Nikki made as if to go, Linda grabbed her hand. "Don't go. Don't be mad at me. It's just--"

"What?"

Linda had never kept nothing from Nikki. Her sister had always been her best friend. When they were younger they couldn't stand each other, but for the past three-four years they had turned increasingly to each other for confidences and other intimate issues. Linda, in many ways, had been Nikki's and the twins' mother, taking over the household whenever Mom and Dad were away.

Linda hesitated. She had realized that her attraction to Nikki was nothing new. Many times she had looked with more than casual interest to Nikki's slender, supple body when they happened to see each other's naked bodies at the beach or in the bathroom after a shower. However, she had never admitted to herself that such interest had in fact clear sexual overtones. But how could she? Nikki was a girl... and her own sister!

"Because you're so pretty," Linda finally said, reaching for Nikki's hair. A crazy, overwhelming tenderness for her little sis rushed through her veins. She wanted to hug her and cover her with kisses. But why now? Why did it get so urgent now?

"No, I'm not. You're the pretty one."

"No, just look at yourself and see how gorgeous you are. You can get any guy you want."

Nikki giggled and lay next to her sister. Linda was in a strange mood, there was no doubt about it. She seemed depressed, the last thing Nikki expected from her big sis. And that intrigued her. She wanted to know more, to delve into it. Maybe she could help her. She said, "You taught me that, Lin. You showed me how."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did." She told her how she'd tried to ape Linda's every single move when they were younger. She knew how popular her big sis was -- she wanted that same amount of attention. It just felt great to see how much power she held on guys. Even grown men had made passes at her, some of them knowing fully well she was underage.

Nikki's face was very close to Linda's now. Her hand was still caressing Nikki's hair, pulling it back, uncovering that beautiful face that kept on looking at her in earnest. In an impulse Linda held Nikki's waist and pulled her sister closer until their bodies touched. Nikki seemed a lit bit taken aback but she didn't protest. She just seemed confused about the meaning of it. Hesitantly Linda started to kiss Nikki's cheek, slowly moving onto her sister's lips until their mouths found each other. She kissed Nikki but her sister didn't respond. Getting a grip on herself and realizing what she was doing, she stopped, sitting on her bed, shaking.

"I'm sorry, Nikki. I don't know what's got into me."

Nikki sat up as well. She had liked Linda's kiss. She just didn't understand why her big sis had done that -- out of the blue. She enjoyed that closeness. Whenever she was with Linda, she felt safe, loved, taken care of. She wanted more of that. She wanted Linda to kiss her once more. But Linda seemed so upset about it. She reached for Linda and hugged her, feeling the softness of her sister's belly and waist. They'd never been this close. Linda'd never been this tender to her. She felt her nipples grow stiff against Linda's back. She was getting excited with all this. It felt wonderful to be able to touch and smell Linda's hair. Silkiness mixed with a sweet fragrance, so typical of Linda.

"Linda?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to go on."

Linda turned to face her, getting rid of her embrace. "What do you mean?"

"About kissing me. I liked it."

"I thought you'd hated it. I thought you hated me..."

Nikki shook her head. Taking the initiative she threw her arms around Linda's neck and kissed her, hard, with passion, pulling her sister down with her. They kissed. Tongues searched each other. Nikki loved it. She'd never been kissed like that before. So passionately, so desperately. She couldn't understand why Linda had started it. But that didn't matter anymore. Linda held her tight, so tight she was afraid she was going to suffocate. And that made her happy, so damn happy. Her beautiful big sis, the object of lust of so many, was kissing her, making love to her as if tomorrow was the end of the world. Linda slid down to her neck and kissed her there, moving back to her ear, nibbling at it, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. Then her sister's mouth went for the cleavage of her blouse. Her back arched up, trying to increase the contact between Linda's mouth and her breasts. That made her incredibly hot. Her legs pressed together against Linda's thigh. Only then Nikki realized how wet her pussy was.

Suddenly Linda came to a halt.

"Why did you stop?" Nikki asked, afraid that her sister was having second thoughts.

"I thought you didn't want it anymore."

"NO!!! Please DON'T stop." And to prove her point she kissed Linda's full lips, so pink, so delicious. They were soft, so wonderfully soft, with none of a guy's roughness. "Please, go on. Please."

Linda was astounded by Nikki's pleading. She still felt somewhat guilty. She had started the whole thing. She just wanted to make sure she was not forcing her sister into anything.

"May I?" she asked, meaning the buttons of Nikki's blouse.

"Don't ask me anything. Just do what you want... If you wanna fuck me, just FUCK me."

At first Linda was shocked. The four-letter word was absolutely forbidden at home. It was the first time she had heard that word coming out Nikki's mouth. She was surprised by her sister's bluntness and desire. Nikki's shapely legs kept brushing on her thigh. Her hand landed there, between Nikki's legs. Nikki moaned. Linda kissed her once more, still wondering how her sister could be so hot for her. They knew each other all their lives. Why now? Why this?

Linda's hands slowly but steadily unbuttoned Nikki's blouse. She explored her sister's lacy bra, feel

220 128951 <Pine.SUN.3.95.960910100657.25443C-100000@voyager.cris.com> article follows Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!cdc2.cdc.net!newsfeed.concentric.net!news-master!voyager.cris.com!Macvsog From: "Col.Brewster" <Macvsog@cris.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest Subject: Family Secret (mf,ff,interracial,oral,incest) Date: Tue, 10 Sep 1996 11:38:36 -0400 Organization: Concentric Internet Services Lines: 455 Message-ID: <Pine.SUN.3.95.960910100657.25443C-100000@voyager.cris.com> Reply-To: "Col.Brewster" <Macvsog@cris.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: voyager.cris.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Xref: news.demon.co.uk alt.sex.stories:128951 alt.sex.stories.incest:6180

I did not write this story!

"Family Secret"
By Tiffany

A woman needs a steady diet of love, tender kisses, stroking, and love making followed by holding and sweet words. This one sometimes needs to have her ankles pinned to a mattress beside her ears and have her pussy pounded to mush by a big cock with huge ass-slapping balls. Walter, my husband of seventeen years, gives me plenty of the former but none of the latter. For the latter, I take it where I can get it. I get it a lot.

I've been very lucky. I have indulged myself at least once a week for the past thirteen years, and I have never been caught. My husband suspects nothing, though my stretched pussy does little for his less-than-average prick. My children have never seen me walking around in bra and panties, much less nude, and they never heard a dirty word cross my lips.

I have played the ultra-conservative, sexually up-tight, even frigid June Cleaver role to the hilt so that if word or rumors of my infidelity ever got back to my family, they would not believe them. My husband gets unresponsive straight sex, in the missi onary position, always with the lights out, and has never had a blow job, anal sex, or even a hand job from me. I wear men's pajamas to bed and he screws me through the fly. I won't spread my legs or let him lie on me. He supports himself on his arms w hile I continually interrupt him, asking him when he'll finish.

Our sex started off that way. Both of our kids were conceived that way. It's the only way Walter ever had me, and I saw no reason to change, even after I was raped by a long-donged salesman who showed me how fucking was done properly, then returned ever y day for three weeks until I learned every lesson he thought I needed to learn. I learned, and I changed radically in those three weeks.

Walter saw no change other than my loose pussy, which he politely never mentioned. I am much more stretched out now, and since Walter can only get half his cock in with my legs together, I know he's not feeling much more than a warm wet presence on the e nd of his dick. I might be the only woman he's ever had. We were both virgins, and he is so straight he could be used to align a building.

I am very strict with my kids, and my fourteen-year-old Tarra hates the repressive rules she lives under. Robby, my sixteen- year-old, can't date and gets punished for getting erections or soiling his sheets or underwear with his youthful spend. He has wet dreams and gets punished for those as well. The kids have no right to privacy, can never be behind a closed door, and I make Tarra sleep wearing boxing gloves to prevent her from masturbating in the night. Robby wears a tight, leather jock with cup that can be locked on. My kids do not masturbate, not in my house, anyway.

I make masturbation seem like the crime of the century. I am obsessive about it; or at least, I act that way. I don't even allow Walter to touch himself in my presence, though I know he indulges himself in the bathroom. I don't say anything to Walter a bout his lengthy stays in the bathroom, and he says nothing about my stays in the bedroom behind a locked door.

When I feel like masturbating, which is a nightly affair, I lock myself in the bedroom. I have a plug-in vibrator that messes up the TV reception. The vibrating dildoe is sold as a facial massager, but the long cock-like wand would only fool a fool. I keep my pussy pleaser on my bedstand, in the open, and it reeks of pleased pussy. Walter knows damned well my toy is no facial ma ssager, but I refer to the obscene device as my facial massager. When I want to masturbate, I announce that I am going to massage my face.

I love doing that, because I know they know exactly what I am going to do. I may as well say, "Excuse me, family. I am going to my bedroom to fuck myself with my vibrating fake cock. Do not disturb me for the next hour."

The kids see my dildoe every day. It sits on my night stand, sticking straight up, looking very phalic. If they haven't sniffed the thing, it's because they know damned well where it's been. They've seen it glistening after I emerge from a facial massa ge session, and I like to stick a loose pubic hair or two on the shaft before emerging. I am a hypocritical, compulsive- masturbating June Cleaver, and I love playing my role to the hilt. This makes my adultery more exciting and my home life less boring . I have the best of both worlds, and I know it.

Walter is not pussy whipped. He tolerates my eccentricities, but he'd divorce me in a second if he knew I ever cheated on him. He is very possessive in that way, and the kids know it, too. I know he is sexually frustrated, but he will never admit that a plastic cock outperforms his manhood. I wish the game could go on and on. I wish my streak could hold out. I was not that careful; I was just very lucky.

I wish I could still say that, but Robby and Tarra ended my streak in a dramatic way. My husband would never understand or forgive me for tipping our black pool maintenance man the way I tip him - with my ankles pinned back to my ears and my asshole kiss ing his balls on each stroke of his eleven-inch cock into my cheating twat.

This is what Robby and Tarra saw when they came to investigate the unusual noise coming from my room at two in the afternoon. The school let out early because of a bomb threat. They were both standing in the doorway when the hulking, sweaty cocksman pull ed his long, ebony, drippy dick from their mother's mushy twat. To say I was shocked and mortified is the definition of an understatement. Every atom in my body wanted to leave the area taking the path of least resistance at the speed of light.

I did not move nearly so fast. I let out a groan of despair and rolled to my side in a fetal ball, wondering how long they'd been there, and why they weren't leaving.

My black stud was not the least put out by their presence. He is my stud because he is such a ballsie fucker. He treats me like a white-trash cunt, a piece of slut pussy, and I adore him for it. When he reached for my top ankle, I wanted to shout, "No, please, Tyrone, not now for god's sake, those are my children."

I didn't cry out, because I knew my pleas would be wasted breath. As though lifting a turkey drumstick, he hauled my leg straight up overhead until my hip lifted off the mattress, exposing my adulterous crotch in the most obscene way, saying, "Get a good look at your mother's twat, kids. This is what a well-fucked cunt should look like. That is prime Afro cock juice pouring out of your old lady's pussy."

I didn't think things could get any worse, but then he slapped my pussy and inserted three fingers, saying, "This is what happens to a white whore who fucks with an Alabama black python. Kid, I'll bet you could get your arm up there. You wanna try?" This time I cried out, "Please stop. Robby, Tarra, go away."

Thankfully, Robby did not take Tyrone up on the offer, but neither of them left, either. I knew their staying would only inspire Tyrone to further obscene acts. He dropped my leg and yanked me to a sitting position facing the kids, holding me in place b y my hair. I tried to cover my breasts, but he slapped my hands away. I tried to close my legs, but he slapped my inner thighs until I had them far enough apart to suit him.

He had my head tilted back, grasped by the back of my head. I could see that Tarra and Robby had moved closer to the foot of the bed, framed by my parted knees. My tits were thrust up as he pulled my head back and into his crotch. He rubbed my face on his messy black cock, saying, "Suck my cock, bitch! Show these kids what a good cock-sucker their mother is."

My shame and embarrassment was complete. I began licking, then sucking, feeling him grow before my children's eyes. I knew this would bode ill if he got another erection, but I had no choice. My mouth brought him back to a full cock stand. He fucked my
mouth as he loves to do, shoving his cock down my throat, fucking my throat the way I love having my throat fucked: with my nose getting mashed into his wiry pubic bush while his black balls swung under my chin.

By this time, the kids knew they weren't watching a rape. I was screwed, literally. They'd get even; they earned it. They'd given me years of pleasure at a high cost. I was surprised that neither had reached for the phone to call their father, but the re was plenty of time for that after the show.

Tyrone continued throat fucking me for several minutes, then threw me onto my hands and knees at an angle to my kids, a position intended to give them a good view of my ass. He pushed my shoulders to the mattress and lifted my ass high, pushing my knees out. His long black fingers pried my ass cheeks apart.

I knew they could see my asshole puckering out to receive the man's bulbous cockhead. I know how obscene that must have looked as he crammed his cock deep in my colon. They watched his hanging balls slapping my pussy pouch as he butt-fucked me the way I
love to be butt-fucked. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out my usual flood of obscenities, or turning my head their way to watch them watching.

Strangely, their watching was adding to my excitement. I suppose shame can only reach a certain level before it turns back the other way. My shame took U-turn and put the pedal to the metal at that point.

I always knew I'd get caught, and my charade would get dashed by the reality of what I was - an adulterous whore. I have fantasized every exposure scenario and shared them with Tyrone. I did not want my exposure to be a long drawn-out affair, starting wi th rumors, then circumstantial evidence, then a chance encounter wherein I'd get caught in the act.

No, if it ever happened - and I never wanted it to happen - I wanted my fall to come out full blown, out of the blue, in the most obscene way possible. As always, Tyrone was giving me exactly what I wanted. My old life was over, and regardless of the co nsequences, I wanted to end it in a big way. My kids would take revenge on me, and I couldn't blame them.

I was proud of my sexual prowess and my ability to take a man like Tyrone. I was a true three-holer whore. I could earn a good living on my back. I'd miss my family, but the whore's life had many desirable benefits. I had years of good fucking left in
my hot-assed carcass. They saw what I could do with my mouth. They were seeing what a talented asshole I had. I could not help wishing Tyrone would do as he usually did and flip me over for a good cunt fucking. Then, they'd see what their mother could
do with her insatiable pussy. I sent Tyrone silent prayers that he heard.

After five minutes of intense ass fucking, Tyrone flipped me onto my back. I planted my feet wide and raised my cunt to his angled-down cock. I wiggled my pussy onto his cock and began screwing him for all I was worth, frequently looking to my kids, che cking their reactions, being driven on by their intense stares and open mouths. Tyrone finished the same way they first saw us: with my ankles pinned to the mattress beside my ears.

I love the ending. Being helplessly pinned, immobile, while a huge man is pounding my pussy in its most open a vulnerable position never fails to make me cum and scream out the most vile and obscene words. I knew I would cum, but I didn't plan to pour o ut every filthy phase I knew. From, "Fuck my slut pussy" to "Cum in my whoring, adulterous twat," I really laid it on thick.

When Tyrone pulled out, he rolled onto his side, lying beside me, keeping my legs back by laying his right arm across the backs of both my ankles. The kids had moved up to the bed by this time and looked down on the most obscene beaver any mother can mak e. The pressure on my legs lifted my ass up by a good foot. Both were looking down into my ass and pussy as Tyrone toyed with my abused and messy intimate anatomy, saying, "Your mom is one fine piece of ass. She's the best white pussy I ever had."

He was tracing a stiff finger around the interior of my pussy hole while telling them my most guarded secrets: my adulterous history, my fantasies, my craving for big cocks. I should have been struggling, protesting, denying, or at least trying to get th e kids away. I did none of those things. I wanted to hear more. While he talked to my kids, he fingered both holes, and toyed with my clit. Occasionally he would bring his sopping wet hand to my lips where I was expected to lick them clean and suck hi s fingers. I did so without hesitation. He fed me our fuck sauce while exposing me in every way he could.

I had no secrets and nothing to hide from them after he was through with me. He exposed my game, my secret life, my body, mind, and soul. No mother has ever been so thoroughly laid bare. They knew everything. They even knew of my fantasies involving th em.

These were innocent fantasies, silly, really. I'd told Tyrone how I often fantasized being awakened in the morning with Robby screwing me, or of finding Tarra with a boy, making love, and me just watching while masturbating. He told her I sucked the cro tch of her panties while masturbating. I only sniff them, but I didn't deny his embellishment when I saw Tarra's eyes open wide and the amused expression on her face. I also didn't deny the craving to sneak into Robby's room, late and night, to take his dick in my mouth and suck him off in his sleep.

When Tyrone got up, got dressed, and left me alone with Robby and Tarra, it was a very awkward moment. I was hoping they'd leave, but Tarra sat on the bed between my feet, and Robby sat by my right side. I sat up against the headboard, but did not bothe r to bring my legs together or hide my breasts. I figured, what would be the point. Robby broke the silence, saying, "Don't worry, Mom, we won't tell Dad."

Tarra said, "No way would we tell Dad. He'd divorce you for this, wouldn't he?"

I was floored and said, "Yes, he sure would. He'd have every right to. What I did was terribly wrong. I'm so sorry you two had to see this, but I can't blame you for staying to watch. I probably would have done the same thing if I'd caught my mother d oing something like this. That never happened. I feel like the lowest form of life on Earth. I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry."

Tarra said, "You don't need to apologize or be embarrassed, Mom.

"But I've been awful to you, both of you. I'm the biggest hypocrite that ever lived. Tyrone told the truth. I enjoyed tormenting you two."

Tarra said, "You're only human, Mom. We understand, don't we Robby?"

"Sure. It wasn't that bad. It's kinda neat finding out you gave me hardons on purpose."

Tarra added, "Yeah, and it was neat having you wipe me and wash me between the legs after my enemas I didn't really need. I never knew you were getting off on it. Did you really...you know... masturbate afterwards like he said?"

"Yes, dear, most of the time, right afterwards."

"Wow, that is so cool. And does Daddy really get horny when he sees me naked like Tyrone said."

"Very horny."

"Wow! When you spank me, does he really stare at me down there like he said."

"Down there? You mean, does your father stare at your cute little pussy." Tarra blushed and giggled. "Yes, dear. He can't take his eyes off of your adorable honey pot. He's worse than Robby."

"That's far out, Mom. Robby is pretty bad about that. He teases me about it all the time, but I never thought Daddy was staring and getting hard too. This has been quite an education. Now we don't need that birds and bees talk."

"No, I suppose you got a complete sex education."

She said, "Mom, can I ask you something very personal?"

"What could be very personal after this? Yes, Tarra, what is it?"

"Well...I was wondering...why do you suck on my panties?"

I didn't want to contradict anything Tyrone said, but I found this part embarrassing. I am not actually into pussy, though the scent of a fresh young virgin is like an aphrodisiac. I reddened and said, "Uh...well...this is embarrassing. All right. Bra ce yourself. The truth is, I like the taste of another female's vagina."

"Really? Have you ever...you know...licked a woman down there?"

"Do you mean, have I ever licked a woman's pussy? Yes, Tarra, several."

"Did you like the way mine tasted?"

"I wouldn't keep doing it if I didn't."

"Do you do it a lot?"

"I don't go looking for every pair you take off, but if I see one I usually suck on the crotch. I guess you find that news shocking and sickening, don't you?"

"No, it's kind of neat. I wouldn't mind bringing them to you if you want. Isn't it better if they're fresh?"

This was getting heavy. She was obviously thrilled by the idea, but I didn't know where this might lead. I pictured Tarra handing me a pair of sopping wet panties, expecting me to suck the crotch in front of her. In my state of mind, I probably would h ave done so, but I knew this would wear off once things returned to normal and I was dressed properly. What then? Still, she wanted this. Seeing the potential to patch things up with my kids, and be able to keep up my front with my husband with their he lp, I was ready to give them anything they wanted. I told her that would be nice.

Robby said, "I know a man with a big dick that's dying to fuck you, Mom."

This statement hit me like big wad of cum in the face - shocking, but pleasant. Robby never used foul language in my presence. I am always looking for another big-dicked stud, and his words did excite me. My secret was out, so I said, "Oh, you do? Who
is this big-dicked stud?"

"Gary's dad. He's almost as big as that black guy, and he's always teasing me that he's going to fuck you and make you beg for more. Want me to tell him you'll let him fuck you?"

"Just tell him I'd like to meet him. I'll do my own begging, thank you."

"Great! Mom, if you want to suck my dick, you don't need to sneak in and do it while I'm sleeping. Actually, I'd like to be awake when you do it. All you have to do is say when. I really don't mind. Honest."

Robby made me smile. I pulled his head to me and hugged his neck, planting a motherly kiss to his cheek. He laid his head on the upper swell of my right breast and kissed me an inch up from my nipple. I stroked his hair saying, "I'll keep that in mind,
Robby, but that was just a fantasy. Mothers shouldn't do things like that with their sons. Don't get your hopes up." Robby didn't say anything, but he planted another shy kiss, closer to the nipple, testing his limits.

Tarra scooted closer without my noticing. She sat within the space of my parted knees. When I looked to her and smiled, she laid her hand on my right inner thigh, four inches from my beaver. When I said nothing, she began lightly stroking my thigh. Ro bby kept planting kisses to my upper breast, gradually advancing toward my nipple. Tarra expanded the sweep of her hand, getting dangerously close to my sloppy twat.

I knew where my silent acceptance would lead. Tarra could not tear her eyes from my pssy, and Robby wanted that nipple just as badly. My continued silence was as good as saying, "Have at it, kids." I remained silent because I've learned that silence is
golden.

Robby was first to get his prize. When I said nothing after he kissed my nipple, he raised his head, fastened his mouth on it, and began sucking in earnest. Seeing this inspired Tarra to venture her fingers to my cunt lip. She touched the slimy labia m ore firmly with each pass; then, when I made no comment, began openly massaging my cunt. Her fingers dipped inside when I still remained silent, and she was soon masturbating me, finger-fucking me, and spreading Tyrone's sperm all over my beaver.

Robby was going from tit to tit, using both hands. Between the two of them, they were driving me mad. Tarra laid across my right inner thigh with her face close to my beaver, using both hands to stimulate me. Robby's hand would slip down for feels of m y pussy. I came after ten minutes of their eager explorations, then eased them both away, trying not to hurt their feelings or seem ungrateful. We were all a little bashful after the episode. The silence was golden, but something needed to be said.

I sat up and said, "All right, you two. That was very nice, but we can't be doing things like this. That would be more wrong than my adultery. I could go to jail for this. Society frowns on incest with minors, you know?"

Robby said, "Who cares? We all liked it, and who's going to tell."

Tarra said, "That's right, Mom. We'll never tell. It was fun. I don't want to stop. We want to do more, don't we Robby?"

"Yeah, lots more. And not just that, either. We want you to do stuff to us."

This was delightful news to me. By taking the initiative, the monkey was off my back. I said, "All right, if you two can promise to keep this a secret, I suppose there's no harm. There's a price to pay, though. When your father is home, everything must
stay just like it was. Robby, you'll be punished for erections, and I will see to it you get lots of erections. Tarra, nothing changes for you, either."

Tarra made an anguished face, then pleaded, "Please don't make me wear those awful clothes anymore, and those boxing gloves are shear torture. I like everything else; really, I do."

"All right. We'll get you a sexy new wardrobe, but the gloves stay. I like torturing you, remember? You can dress sexy, but I'll be tougher on you than ever."

"I want you to."

"Okay, Robby, what do you want me to do for you?"

"I want the same thing Tyrone got--the works."

"Okay, you'll get the works. Tarra, what do you want?"

"I want you to eat my pussy until I cum, and then I want you to lick up all my cum. I want to watch you masturbate while sucking on my panties. Oh, and I want to watch Gary's dad fuck you. And I want you to teach me how to suck a cock all the way down my throat like you do. I want to try it on Gary's dad, and ..."

"All right, all right! You want it all, is that it?"

"Yes, everything. I want to be a three-holer whore like you, Mom."

"You'll both get your wishes. To save time, why don't you start with my pussy, Robby? Tarra, you can sit on my face while he's fucking me. Both of you take all of your clothes off. If we're going to do this, let's do it right."

We've been doing it right ever since. Walter knows something is different. I don't wear panties at home. My naked beavers are a common sight. Tarra dresses like me when she isn't stark naked, getting her pussy smacked with her legs wide, aimed right a t Walter.

So far, he hasn't said anything. He spends a lot more time in the bathroom, but that's a good place for him. It gives Robby and me a chance to fuck. When I go off to the bedroom to masturbate, I take Tarra with me. Walter raises an eyebrow at this. I wonder what his face looks like when the TV goes squirrelie. When we come out, he doesn't say anything. Silence is golden.

The End

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