Well, that had been exciting. Life had a way of making things up to me for messing up the life I had known and loved. And though I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I was pretty sure that it was going to be for my benefit. And somehow I knew where it was going to go from there.

My mom.

Amy hadn’t reacted. I knew something had happened, but it hadn’t been to me or her. And I had made sure that there was still nothing in that second hole I had opened. I followed the train of thought to its logical conclusion.

My aunt was away in town, gathering supplies and doing who knew what else? Amy was the closest and the first affected. She had been unaffected by the opening of the second hole. My mother was the next closest.

Pretty simple.

And goddamn was I aroused just by the thought of it.

So I’d worked my way out, vase carefully in hand, leaving my sister behind to do whatever it was that she was going to do.

I honestly didn’t care, nor would I care till later. At the present, all I wanted to know was what my mom was doing.

Very soon I had my answer.

I didn’t see her first. As I neared the corner of the house by the animal pens I heard her. And what I heard her doing was panting. And it wasn’t the type of panting you might expect from someone who put in a hard days work and was exhausted. No, this was definitely one born from excitement; the kind you see overdone in porno flicks while the actress fakes an orgasm. The ones your mother finds while she’s in the process of moving you out to the middle of nowhere and confiscates because she thinks their smut. The tapes, not panting.

Man, how I missed those. I figured I was about due.

So I decided to watch.

Placing the vase down behind a bush I crept forward quietly. I worked my way slowly past the edge of my house and peeked around.

And there she was, my mother, forty-two, husky and tall with long black curly hair, currently up in a ponytail. Her back was to me so I couldn’t actually see it, but I knew the fly on her jeans was unzipped. I knew this because her right hand was pushed forward and down, placed in the same area. She was pleasuring herself right out in the open.

I found my cock hardening in my pants.

I watched as her white arm moved vigorously up and down, her head shooting up, her voice alternating between moans and pants. Her legs swayed as she took her other hand and reached it underneath her shirt.

“Oh God…Ohhhh…Ohhh…” I heard her moan as I watched, my own hand reaching down into my pants and squeezing on my love muscle. I leaned against the side of my house, my head turned around the corner watching still.

She stretched out on the ground, pulling her shirt open to expose her ample flesh. Her left hand squeezed and kneaded her hardened mounds. Her right hand pulling her pants down further, exposing her slit, allowing me to see her bush as she took two fingers and worked it.

I watched as her hips bucked forward every once in awhile. My attention caught by the spectacle, I missed Amy as she walked past me and towards the pens.

Oh, my sister, indifferent and unresisting.

I’d just been about to crawl over and find out for myself what else the vase had done to my mother when she’d crossed my vision. Now was I about to find out, and enjoy.

She walked over, totally ignorant of the fact that my mom, half-naked, was pleasuring herself not three feet away. She reached for the chow bucket my mother had dropped when the arousal had took her. She began to head towards the chicken coop.

My mom had stopped, a look of horror crossing her face as she had recognized the presence of Amy, her arms pulling momentarily away from her waist and chest. I watched as her face had flustered, and her voice had stuttered, “A-Amy? W-What are you doing here?”

My sister didn’t say a word; she didn’t even look at my mom as she’d shot her head around her, trying to see if anyone else was around. I’d pulled my head just far enough back for her to miss me. As I glanced back out the unexpected happened.

“Amy…I was-that is, I was just…ummm, cooling down, making myself one…with the earth…ummm…”

My sister was looking around, bucket in hand, not responding to my mom and the string of bullshit excuses she was throwing her way. My mom had stood up, starting to pull her shirt over her large tits.

“But I feel better now, nice and cool, all together nice and…”

It began with a moan. I watched as my mother’s eyes moved from worried to aroused again. Her hand pulled her shirt back up, exposing her luscious mounds. She began to feel herself up, her hand to her breast, moaning softly. Amy was right in front of her; her eyes were on her.

“Amy,” I heard her moan almost inaudibly,“ Ohhh…Amy…”

My sister began to head towards the chickens, but my mom stopped her. She’d grabbed her wrist, her deep blue eyes staring hungry at my beautiful, half American Indian sister.

Amy had stopped, her eyes staring into space, unresisting, indifferent, willing to given in to anything that happened to her.

And my mom had figured it out. She wanted to take advantage of it.

The slop buckets splattered to the ground. My mom pulled on my sister’s wrist, using it as leverage to jump into her. Her mouth collided with hers. Her body shoved her backwards. My sister fell backwards onto the ground, her arms splayed out, my mother laying on top of her.

I watched as her tongue dove into my sister’s mouth, her hand pulling Amy’s shirt up and exposing again her dark, apple sized breasts. She knelt like a lioness over her prey, her mouth sucking on my sister’s lips like a meal. One hand supported her, the other squeezed and coddled Amy’s melons.

I watched as she hurriedly pulled her trousers down, exposing her black bush. She undid my sister’s pants, pulling them down to her ankles, almost with the force to pull the body with hit. Amy’s bear ass rested on the dirt, her snatch glistening in the bright sunlight.

My mom moaned and panted, and moaned, mounting my sister’s bare hip and pushing into it with hers.

Her cunt kissing my sister’s as she stared unmoving upwards.

It was too much for me to bare, my mother’s cream ample yet not excessive skin bare and jiggling under the bright summer sun; my sister, tan and laying there accepting and enjoying anything that happened to her.

With each jump and shifting of their breasts my cock had hardened. The need had grown more through out my body. I wanted them to plunge my six and half inches of raw masculinity inside of them. I wanted them to be mine.

And they were.

I stepped away from the house and walked towards the two, my eyes fixated by my mom humping my sister.

She heard me first, my boots grinding into the dirt. Her eyes turned up, staring, arousal gave way once again to shock.

“R-Robby…this isn’t what it looks like-“ my mother began, her words filled with horror.

I just smiled.

I watched as she pulled her plain white tee back over her ample bosom. I saw how her nipples stood erect underneath, pushing through the thin cloth. The area between her legs was wet with her own juices. That too she tried to hide with a pull up of her pants.

“I-I just don’t know what came over me” she continued, her face once again flustered, her hand running through her hair, aghast at her own actions.

I scanned her face, the fear, the inability to act. The thoughts ran like fire across her face. Why am I doing this? What is Robby thinking? How am going to explain this to him?

And then the arousal kicked in again. I saw her glance at my shorts furtively, noting the erection. Her eyes turned back to mine. They wanted me.

I chuckled as she took a step towards me, the tenor in her voice noticeably changed. “Oh Robby,” she said “ you know I’ve never found you so sexy before.”

She took a step towards to me and stopped. Her body jerked backwards. It moved and twisted on two tense legs. She was resisting what the vase had done to her. I saw a cringe cross her face as if in the midst of a great mental struggle. Her eyes shifted back to worried.

“Robby, what’s going on? What am I saying?” she moaned, “You’re my son!”

Again her body jerked, again I watched as the fear in her eyes gave way to arousal.

She jerked forward suddenly again, at me, she shoved her mouth upward to mine, her moist lips locked into place. Her tongue inserted deep into the back of my mouth.

But behind it I felt something, resistance, uncertainty, she wanted me more than anything, but she felt it was wrong.

She pushed away from me, her body jerking awkwardly backwards, her legs crossed, panting. “Robby, wh-what’s come over me?” She moaned, her hand fingering down towards her snatch, working its way between her pants. “You’re my son… you’re my son…” this she repeated over and over until it became a whine.

I sighed in disbelief. This was ridiculous. My cock stood rock hard. My mom was fine, and wanted me. I wasn’t going to wait till she figured it out.

Pretty simple.

I stepped forward towards her. Her eyes stared up at me, a mixture of shock and sexual need pasted on them. I pulled up her shirt, exposing her soft mounds.

“Robby! What are you doing?” she screeched, but did not resist.

“Melissa,” I said calling my mom by her first name, “You want me. You know you do.”

I saw the conflict pass through her face. Her eyes worked viciously not to stare at me. I saw how her muscles tightened, fighting what she was feeling. “Do I? I don’t know-I’m so confused.”

I took my hands to her breasts, massaging the gigantic melons, the soft skin molding to my hand. “I don’t have a problem with it, so why should you?”

I felt her body sway as I worked her chest. I noticed how her breasts slowly perked up underneath my hands. “But…but…you’re my son…” she continued with less strength in her voice.

“And? You see my cock? I want you. And you want to do me. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I watched as her eyes drifted almost lazily down to my crotch, her attention caught by the hard rod, “Nothing…wrong…” she mouthed, slowly and with effort. Her eyes stared deeply into space.

“There you go,” I said as I moved forward, licking and sucking on her exposed nipple. I heard her exhale as a shiver ran up her spine. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

“Gooood…” she echoed as she took in another intake of breath. She stopped. Her eyes focused for a second, “But…but…”

I saw the uncertainty. I felt the tendrils of resistance as they remained. I was going to remove it. I pushed her to the ground. She landed with a thud onto her back. Her body lay open to me, her shirt pulled up, her breasts flopping. She stared up at me with a mix of fear and want. She panted with conflicted excitement.

I straddled her.

“But nothing” I continued, “You did it to Amy, what’s wrong with me?”

I knew the statement was ludicrous, the logic of it, but looking at her I got the sense that she was having trouble thinking. Her eyes kept moving down below my waist. Her breath kept picking up.

I cradled her head in my hands, staring deep her into her dark brown eyes. I saw the twitch. I felt her arm move, working its way to my unzipped shorts, and my rock-hard cock. She grasped my pole in her hands. “Accept it” I commanded her, “It’s okay.”

“Okay…” I heard her slur “,Okay…”

A sultry smile crossed her face. I felt her hand work my play muscle. I let go of her head as I groaned. “You want it,” I gasped “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” she whispered.

I pulled her pants down, exposing her glistening snatch, wet with her own love juices. “Accept what you feel” I exhaled,“ You want me.”

“I want you,” she repeated, the tone stronger. She kicked her legs to push the last of her clothes off and away. Her legs, shining cream, lay spread open, her tummy rising and falling as she took in deep breaths.

I pulled off my shorts, forcing the next words out, “You want to screw me, that’s okay-it’s natural. I’m hot.”

“I want to screw you… it’s natural, you’re hot.” She moved her free hand to her breasts, the moans coming back into her voice. It was almost there. I just needed to push a little harder.

My iron rod lay open before her. It took up her attention. It was her world. “Do you want this?”

She nodded, excitement lighting up her eyes.

“Say it,” I commanded.

“I want your cock!”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

Her body began to buck underneath me, her waist driving into my ass. “I want it inside of me! I want you inside of me!” I heard her gasp.

I plunged my Johnson into her pocketed juiciness as she screamed in exultation. Her hands tore at the earth as I jammed it in, as her body rippled under my thrusts.

She couldn’t hold. She didn’t want to hold back. She accepted it.

I felt her body jolt as the juices poured out, as my extension ejaculated its load into her.

She exhaled.

I groaned, sweating, laying on top of her, my mother, my sex toy. Her ample bosom pillowed my midriff. Her mouth breathed into my neck. Her hair lay spread out on the ground like a fan.

I stared outward thinking. “Lust,” I whispered to myself, “the second hole causes extreme lust.”

I smiled as she extended her mouth to my neck, kissing it, her eyes staring up, pleading at mine, “Can we do it again?”

I turned down to her. “This is okay with you now? I am your son.” I asked with an air of sarcasm.

Still looking at me she reached for my limp, exhausted cock, fingering it in her hands. I felt it slowly come back to life under her expert care. “I want you…Robert,” was all she could manage.

I thought about it.

Unfortunately I didn’t get much time.

I heard the sound of tires shifting over gravel before I actually saw it. My aunt was pulling into the driveway. And we were practically next to it.

I freaked for a second… but just a second.

My aunt would be pissed, confused, almost militant. Under normal circumstances I probably would have been afraid.

But all I was thinking about was that third hole, and the vase hiding just underneath the bushes.

What was I going to be able to do next?