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The Craving

By: Ezekiel_Coles



Our eyes met across the murky bar, flickered and he disappeared. We'd come here to the sleaziest bar in Kensington to party. My parents thought we were having my birthday sleepover at Connie's and the boys' parents thought they were at Jason's. My eighteenth birthday present from Jake had been a fake ID, I was a sophomore at Colorado U. So here we were, at a bar crappy enough to take our fake IDs. My eighteenth birthday present from all of my friends was to get really drunk for the first time.

"And to get you a cute boy," Jenny whispered in my ear before bursting into the giggles with Connie. Their plan was to set me up with Ben or Will. After I was good and drunk, one of them would lead me through a few stumbling dances to the juke box music. We'd be led by our friends back Connie's house and given a room together. He'd kiss me and I'd struggle to keep all the booze in my stomach. After feeling me up for a few minutes, we'd collapse in each others arms and sleep the drink off. In the morning, he'd say nothing and leave awkwardly.

This was not my plan for my birthday night. Here I was, an eighteen-year-old virgin who'd never even been in a relationship. How had it happened? I never really thought of myself as the goody-goody virgin girl who smiles at the teacher and gets to church every week. I just sort of drifted into virginity, it wasn't hard with the options life had presented me. All the boys I'd know were just idiots. Or dull. A lot of dull idiots went to my high school, I guess.

No, tonight wouldn't be about giving a stupid boy I'd known since we were children a shot at 'second base'. I was going to go all the way or not at all, and with a beautiful man at that. I had to pace myself with the drinking, I didn't have much experience in that either but I'd looked at some body weight charts and had a good idea how much and how fast I could drink. I had to stay just sober enough to be rational in the pursuit of my man, and just drunk enough to go for it.

I was nursing my second cooler when I saw him, the perfect man. The man who would make me a woman. He was gorgeous, cut from marble and just a little dark. Our eyes drifted towards each other and we paused in admiration. I fluttered and he smiled. But then Jenny leaned over to draw my attention to Jake's failed attempt to chug a beer, which had left him drenched. I glanced back and he was gone, vanished into the crowd.

Rob appeared before me with two shots of something brown. "Wanna do a shot with me, Libby?" The girls tried to hide their disappointment. In their mind, Rob wasn't even on my short list. But looking into his puppy dog eyes, I just couldn't turn him down in this. He'd understand that I didn't want to lead him on. He was one of the good ones.

So I smiled at him and took the shot glass from his hand. I beamed an appreciative smile at him. He clinked his glass on mine and spilled a little liquor on my new dress. As we took the shot, I remembered what my sister had told me, just to empty my head and open my throat. The awful stuff went down relatively smoothly, and I found myself cough only a little bit. But poor Rob had crossed some pipes and looked as green as the grass. He hurriedly slammed his half-empty glass onto the table and ran off for the boy's room. I had to leap up as his glass tipped over so I wouldn't get anything more on my lap.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom," I excused myself.

"Don't, Libby, it's your birthday," the chorus chirped. "Let the boys deal with Rob, he'll be ok, don't worry about him."

I smiled as I swayed. They are so committed to their hook-up that even repulsive Rob becomes Mr. Right if I even appear to show interest. But I had to get away from the group if I was going to find mysterious. I could feel the liquor start to burn in my body and I went off to the girls' room.

That's when I saw him again, ducking out the back door. I glanced over my shoulder - Connie and Jenny were distracting all the boys - and followed him into the ally.

"Hi," I spoke.

"Hello," his eyes drifted over me as he lit a cigarette. "Do you smoke?"

I lied and he took out another. Knowingly, he took it in his mouth and lit it up before handing it over. I took the smallest puffs I could, so as not to ruin my clarinet lungs, and smiled at him, focusing all my effort on looking less drunk than I was. I thought I was obviously unsteady.

"I was hoping I'd get to talk to you," he said coolly. "You with the party?"

"I am the party," I replied trying to think of something to say that wasn't stupid. "All my girlfriends are trying to set me up, you know."

A wolfish grin came out from under his beautiful hair, and he stepped back into the shadows. His house was just around the corner, he'd take me there if I'd like and get me back here before my schoolmates got too worried. I blushed and let the cigarette fall into the grate beneath me.

We strolled down the street under the light of the full moon. He told me his name was Raphael, and that his mother had named him after the painter and not the ninja turtle. He looked younger than twenty-three, I thought he was younger than my sister. Daddy was six years older than mom when they met, this wasn't so weird. I told him that it was my twentieth birthday, and what it was like growing up in Colorado.

His house was dark and a little run-down. I thought it must be a student place. He took me to the living room and then stopped to stare at me. I stared right back, checking out his well-toned body and pretty but masculine face. I did my best at a seductive grin and glanced down at his crotch, but I couldn't see a noticeable bulge. I figured that he must just need warming up, so I dropped down onto the couch and slowly crossed my legs so that my short skirt would ride up. He smiled across the dimly lit room and moved to my side.

He leaned over and kissed me. As our tongues danced, he pushed me back until he was lying above me. I hugged him and ran my fingers over his muscular back. His hands were so strong, I'd never felt anything like this before. He backed off a little and began to undo the buttons on my blouse. He began to kiss my neck and it felt so good that I had to take action. I reached down to his pants and grabbed his cock, but I was surprised that was so soft.

"I just need to get in the mood," he whispered to me as I pulled away from him. "I can never get it up until my girl is fully aroused too."

What was he saying? I already felt so flush, so ready for him, but he sat me up again and kneeled in front of the couch. He leaned over and gingerly kissed my thighs, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His hands were on my cotton panties, and he slowly pulled them down until they were around my ankles. He pushed my legs back together with his powerful arms and my panties were gone away, tossed into some unknown corner of the dark room.

But I was still awhirl, why was he not aroused? Aren't men always horny? Then I felt a tickle as he spread my legs apart and his tongue blew up against my pussy. Maybe he had some oral fascination, I thought, maybe he can't get it up until he's tasted me. Not so weird as far as fetishes go, I suppose, not nearly so weird as some of the things I've heard about.

"It's my first time," I blurted out, ruining all of my previous deception.

"I suspected as much," he said calmly. "Don't worry, girls lose their virginity every day."

His thick finger began to penetrate me as I lay there helpless. With his tongue, he continued to fly like the breeze on the edge of my pussy while his fingers penetrated farther and farther into unexplored territory. I panted, he was so good. Better than any of the boys could every have been. Nothing I could have gotten staying back at the bar would have felt this good.

With his other hand, he began to raise me up off the couch ever so slightly, gaining access to my butthole. I was worried for a second, but he just played with it and didn't try to roughly shove his manly fingers up there. He began to play with me harder, pussy, ass, fingers and tongue all started working double time, pushing farther. I was building up and I could feel that I was about to orgasm. Would it hurt? I wondered in a moment of doubt. But I realized that he was building up my pleasure so that it would cancel out the hurt. With a mighty thrust, his finger slid in all the way and I came hard. The pleasure was like nothing I'd ever imagined, I was so hot that I just wanted to grab him and fuck his now-hard penis for all it was worth. I'd be his little schoolgirl slut, I'd suck on him while playing with his perfect, beautiful balls. I'd fuck him till he filled me with his hot wet seed and had to spray it all over my back because he was so turned on. Any time he wanted me, I was his, I'd put up no resistance to his shame fucking.

But my fantasies were shattered by a sharp pain. I cried out, as my vagina tensed and the hurting shot up through my body. He stared up at me and his eyes were big and round as saucers. Out of his mouth dripped blood, whatever had hurt me must have hurt his mouth too. And then I realized that it was my blood, he had bit me and I was bleeding! His hands moved faster than I could see and he shoved something up into my pussy. I shrieked as loud as I could but he sprung to his feet and grabbed me by the arm. He tore me from the couch and over through a door that he shoved me through with all of his strength. I fell and could feel pain and bruises all over my body as I tumbled down a flight of stairs and onto the dirt of the basement floor.

I trembled in fear and he just stood there at the top of the stairs. All I could see was his silhouette, the room I had been thrown into was much darker than the room he'd touched me was. I reached down to see what he shoved into me, what it was that felt so awful and alien. I screamed again and cried when I touched it, it was spongy and gross like a dirty old washcloth he was using to plug up my hole.

Slowly, he began to march down the stairs. I scrambled around looking for any way to escape, but my legs hurt too much to walk.

"It had to be you," he spoke so sinisterly now! "I needed a virgin, you were chosen by fate to be here tonight."

"Please," I sobbed, "my parents have money, they'll pay for me..."

"You don't understand! I don't care about money, or power, or even sex. I'm sorry to have lead you on like that, but I'm not some horny barfly looking to pick up whatever piece of tail I can get my hands on." He was right above me now, I had nowhere to run. "I have been ordained by God in this never ending battle against Satan. It is only with the blood of the virgin that Satan can be pacified. Are you on the side of Satan?"

I whimpered and tried again to crawl away, but he kicked me in the ribs and I had to struggle just to breathe. He reached down and pulled the bloody rag from between my legs. He began to walk away from me, but I couldn't even move let alone run. He turned on a single light bulb hanging from the roof and the room was bathed in light. I blinked as my eyes burned and I could finally see where I was.

The room was ancient, full of layers and layers of accumulated junk. But one corner was perfectly clear, the corner he was in now. I gasped at what I saw, an older woman in a nightgown chained to the wall. She looked drugged or retarded or something, she was hideous and deformed. She began to screech at me and struggled against her bonds. Raphael spoke those same soothing words he'd spoken to me and began to hike up her nighty. To my shock, he took the bloody cloth he'd taken from me and began to rub the woman with it. I cried and screamed again at the sight of it.

He rose solemnly and started to walk back towards me. "Satan has placed a demon within my mother," he whispered hauntingly, "one that is evil enough to eat up the whole world. Only the fresh blood of virgins can keep the monster contained. You see why you must be made to suffer. It is not God's will that you suffer, but Satan's!"

Something clattered on the ground beside me. "Dig," he ordered and returned to his wretched mother. I grabbed the shovel and felt a new strength within me. I wasn't going to dig my own grave. I wasn't going to let this sicko do this to anyone else.

His face twisted with shock as he tried to turn around and fend off the blow, but I was too quick. The blade of the shovel cracked over the back of his skull and he fell to the ground. His mother howled like an animal, inhuman rage like nothing I've ever seen pulled hard against the manacles. The bastard stirred and started to stand up. In the movies this always knocks them out, but I knew this wasn't going to be like the movies. Again and again I brought the shovel down onto his head with all the strength I could muster. I pounded his head until there was blood everywhere and he would never move again.

I let the shovel fall to the ground and tried to breathe again. He was gone, he couldn't hurt me. I had beaten him. His mother cried like a wild dog, knowing what had happened and knowing that it was her son this had happened to. I looked into her eyes and saw no compassion there, no mercy. I was terrified by her, and with no thoughts at all I turned to run out of this terrible place. She howled again and tore at the chains so hard that I heard the sound I'd been afraid of: metal breaking.

I ran towards the stairs and looked back to see her leap through the air and shatter the light bulb. I stumbled in the darkness that overwhelmed me and ran up against the wall, but I could feel the banister. I was up the stairs and out the door as fast as humanly possible, but before I could get off the front yard an arm grabbed me from behind. She was strong, much stronger than I would have expected, and fast. She tore me from the path and threw me onto the lawn. I screamed again, and this time someone could hear me. Voices in the night, asking if I was ok? Calling for help, sending rescue. But the beast was right on top of me. She climbed up and spread my legs apart as I fumbled for anything I could use as a weapon.

To my horror, she stopped right by my wounded vagina and began to suck. She kissed and licked and sucked my bloody box. I could almost sense her desire, how much she wanted my blood. But then she was torn away from me, neighbours, rescuers, heroes, took her from me. I was safe again. But oh God, what had they done to me? 

The Craving



There is a hunger that consumes me in the night. I seek out the one thing that will satiate this craving. I smell it long before the object of my desire comes into view, no matter where I might find it. It is a strong scent. Coppery, with iron, and flesh, and salt. 

I need it.

When I wake, long after the sun goes down, I seek out the scent. I follow it through the streets, through open doors, through windows. It calls to me from many places, from many people, all at once. But there is one that I desire more than the others. 

She has captured me. After all these years, she has caught my imagination, and it is her I see when I follow the others. No matter who they are, how warm or cold, how large, how quiet, I find that it is her. I feel the brush of her long hair on my hands and arms. It is her short nails that rake over my shoulders. It is her rough hands that clasp my head close. It is her slightly bitter, briny taste that reaches my lips. It is her smell -- that rich, metallic odor -- that causes the rising of sensations in my own body.

They are all the same. Some struggle when I rip their clothes away. Some scream and try to fight. I always overpower them. The need for their juices causes me to be rough sometimes, but they never fail to react. At first it is fear. They distrust my pale skin and sharp fangs. Those things that mark me as being different. They despise my cold flesh.

Then they feel my lips against theirs. They feel my tongue seeking out the nub of flesh between their curls, titillating and teasing that center of nerves until their juices run freely. Many times they still object. They try to push me away when I strip away the bits of scrap they use to protect themselves from being soiled, but it needs to be taken away before I can reach the rich flavor of their blood. I need to rid them of these human things to feed on the natural reactions of the human woman near the end of her cycle. There can be no barrier between me and my feast.

And, when that barrier is gone, I work in earnest. I work at her -- the one I see -- to make her writhe with pleasure. I suckle at that button of flesh while my fingers twist and pinch at her nipples. When they rise up and become hard, it hardens bits of my flesh as well. When her body starts to twist and her legs wrap around my shoulders, when her back arches and she starts groaning in pleasure, that is when my tongue moves quickly. Inside her deep well it lengthens, filling her, seeking out the last droplets of salty liquid and bits of blood -- those things I need to stay as I am.

Then her hips start to buck. She produces more, letting it flow freely between my waiting lips and over my eager tongue, down my ever arid throat, into my waiting belly, and my body reacts. I can sense when she nears her finish, and my body hardens. It becomes warm, as hers is. With each drop it increases the old feel of humanity and makes this insatiable need harder to bear. I become impatient and move more quickly, an aching desire welling up from within my soul, willing for her to go on like this for hours -- until I no longer feel the craving that has consumed me for centuries. Yet I know this will end all too soon, and I can feel it coming. I can feel her body tensing, bucking wildly, out of control, her voice echoing wordlessly and rising in pitch with a fevered tone buried within it, until she can no longer vocalize in the height of her lust. When her rush of release and the sweet juices flow into my waiting mouth, that rare sensation occurs, and for just a moment I am near human again.

My release comes as well.

Then she is gone. I am left holding a strange woman, whose sex juices and the last vestiges of her bloody time is left stuck to my cheeks and lips. I am left with a strange woman who knows nothing of me, yet begs for more. I am left with my own sex juices over the lower half of my own body and a coldness creeping up from deep inside.

I leave her there, this stranger, and run back to where I hide throughout the day. I lay in my crypt, hidden away from the human world, and wait. I know that when night falls again, the hunger will return. I will seek out another. I will see her. Until then, I wait, and hunger for her body once more. 



The Craving



All persons in this story are 18 years of age  or older.

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Chapter 1

It was another typical Sunday morning, which meant I awoke to the feel of my husband Tom's hand trailing across my stomach. We always had sex on Sunday mornings, usually first thing before we heard the kids up and about.

"Mmm, how do you want me?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"On your stomach," was his firm command.

I obediently flipped over and turned my ass up in the air. I suppressed the urge to pee, but this was going to be quick. It never lasted more than a few minutes whenever we fucked in the morning. Here he was 42 years old, and he still had morning wood hard as steel, every single day. I always chalked it up to the fact that he was married to a gorgeous redhead like me, of course. I was slim and had a generous rack of tits on me, and knew how much he adored my body.

I felt him crawl on top of me, the warm weight of his body pinning me to the mattress, and my pussy started to tingle. His modest 7 inch dick jabbed into my ass inadvertently, until he spit into his fingers and rubbed it on the tip. Then he was aiming it right at my cunt for just a moment before he sunk into my hole.

I gasped at the intrusion, preferring a bit more warm-up but content to please him. He pounded into me, making the bed squeak just a bit, but I wasn't worried about the kids hearing us. They were both adults now, Matt being 19 and Breanna 18. I'm sure they've heard their fair share of sounds coming from our bedroom. If I had been more conservative perhaps, I would urge my husband to be quiet, to do it softer. But I was hardly conservative in the bedroom.

Tom didn't last long, as I predicted, before he shot off inside of my cunt. Just as I was getting warmed up, in fact. But I was used to that, and most times I would relieve myself immediately after in the bathroom, usually with the showerhead. I never told him about this, since I didn't want to hurt his feelings. And sometimes I would actually climax during sex with him. It was what most housewives would consider a fulfilling sexual relationship for a middle-aged couple with children. For me, I had to spice it up in my own way to make it satisfying.

Later, I was doing the laundry while Tom was out fishing with his buddies and the kids were hiding in their rooms. I tapped on Breanna's door, and she instantly replied with a "come in" like usual. The girl apparently had nothing to hide, unlike me when I was her age. A strange memory of my father flashed through my head, but I willed it away for the moment. Memories of him had a way of intruding on what I was doing.

"Dirties?" I said as I entered.

I saw Breanna sitting on her bed, reading a book. She wasn't much of a bookworm, but she was known to lose herself in the latest teen romance now and again. She didn't even look up as she nodded and pointed to her hamper. I was a moment sifting through her clothes, doing what I assumed every mother did while rummaging through her underwear. I checked for cum stains.

I knew how girls were nowadays, and I knew how I was at her age even twenty years ago. Boys on the mind, a good few years into discovering masturbation, and probably performed a few blowjobs already. If she dated more, I might be worried that she was getting dicked regularly. But it seemed she was not letting any boys cum in her tight little pussy, and I was glad for that. Her panties had the usual slight discharge stains and nothing else. A woman was more than familiar with those.

I closed her bedroom door behind me as I left, and then tapped on Matt's door.

As usual, there was an awkward moment of silence, following by some rustling. No doubt he was jerking off to porn again, and needed a moment to compose himself.

"Uh, come in," he said finally.

I opened the door and pretended not to notice how he was covering his crotch by the way he was sitting with his arm casually across his lap. His computer was on, but of course it was just sitting at the desktop with nothing open. It wasn't the most subtle way he could hide a pornography habit, but I ignored it and went for his hamper.

I rummaged through it and quickly separated some things before throwing them into my laundry basket. I had started making a point of keeping his socks separated into a pile when I gathered them. I pretended to be sorting them, but really I was squeezing them in my hand to feel for a familiar crunch. Sure enough, a good five or six of them had that feel, and I mentally made a note that he must have masturbated that many times since I last did laundry.

It was probably a strange thing for a mother to keep track of, and I honestly didn't know why I started doing it, but I never lost track over the years. Once puberty had hit, I had taken a perhaps not-so-motherly interest in his sexual habits. Like Breanna, he didn't date much, in fact he hardly ever went out with a girl alone. I had gone through his internet history enough to confirm that he was actually interested in girls, at least. He seemed content to ejaculate into a sock rather than some cute girl's vagina. That seemed odd to me, but at least it was safer.

As I dumped some of the clothes I had gathered into the washing machine, I again checked his socks more blatantly now that I was alone. I turned them inside out to expose the cum stains, and even though it was probably strange, I made note of how much cum he had produced by the size of the stains. He was shooting a nice thick load, I could tell. I was glad, and in a somewhat motherly way I was proud of him for that. I hesitated before touching one of the stains, almost bringing it to my nose, but then tossed it and the rest into the washing machine.

Later in the day, I was relaxing in the living room while reading a magazine and sipping some iced tea when I heard a familiar voice in my head. I glanced around to see who had spoken, but quickly realized I had only imagined it. At first I ignored it and went back to my magazine.

But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he was definitely not in the room with me. He had been dead for ten years already. But it was his voice for a certainty.

"Melanie..." he said, as clearly as if he were standing right in front of me.

You would probably think this would shock me, but actually it was a common occurrence. I quite often heard him talk to me since he had died. That didn't mean I thought he was a ghost, communicating from the grave. It was more like a memory of him, speaking to me from inside my own mind. I had been very close with my father, and enjoyed that I could still talk with him in my own private way.

"Hi, Daddy," I said to him, silently in my mind.

The mental image of him stood out prominently now that he was speaking to me. I could see his familiar face with its square jaw and age lines that made him appear wise and powerful. He had a full head of grey hair, combed back away from his face. He had looked like that for as long as I could remember, except maybe without so much grey. The piercing blue eyes were what I remembered most, and what I connected with the strongest. I could feel them staring at me, even right now.

"What are you so worried about?" he asked, his voice filling my head.

I set the magazine down and stared out the large living room window across from where I sat on the sofa. I sighed, knowing Daddy could always tell when something was weighing on me.

"I'm getting those feelings again," I replied, still in my mind only. I never spoke aloud to him, since there wasn't a need to.

"What feelings?"

"The ones that you used to give me," I answered, somehow not wanting to actually say the words that would have explained how I was feeling.

"I see. Those are good feelings then."

"Yes," I responded truthfully, "but I can't satisfy them without you here."

"You always were my angel," he said. "No one could make me feel as good as you did."

My heart ached when he said that, as I fondly remembered the times I shared with him. Ever since I was a girl, we were close. Closer than a father and daughter should have been, perhaps. He had talked to me about that quite a bit. I didn't always understand why it was so forbidden, but I obeyed his strict wishes that I never tell anyone the things we did together.

It was fun, actually, to keep our secret. Even from my mother, who had no idea what was going on. I still had to share Daddy with her, but I always knew that he liked me the best. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that he was older and I was just a youthful little thing.

"That wasn't all it was to me," he said, reading my mind. "You know that."

I sighed. "Of course I know that. But I liked being that, for you."

"Touch yourself, Melanie," he said in a soft command.

I glanced toward the back of the house to make sure no one was around, and then I complied by reaching into my shorts and snaking my hand down my panties to where my smooth pussy was. I hadn't realized it until then, but I was very wet. His presence mixed with the feelings I was having today was really getting to me.

"That's my girl," he said. "You know how much Daddy likes to see his favorite girl play with herself."

"I'm not alone here, Daddy," I said. "I can't really play around right now."

"You can get off without drawing attention to it."

"Ok, Daddy. I'll do it for you."

I started fingering my clit, and once I started I wasn't going to stop until I came. It would have looked so obvious if anyone could see me, but at the moment even that didn't seem to matter. I closed my eyes and kept at it, circling my clit and flicking it from side to side. Within minutes I felt my cunt throb and squeeze involuntarily, and suddenly I was climaxing. I bit my lip and clenched my eyes shut, riding it out in silent agony, until the feeling had washed over me. I sighed raggedly, and opened my eyes.

Nothing in the room had changed, but I could tell that Daddy wasn't there anymore. Sometimes I wondered if I was going crazy, or if he was the product of my imagination in response to some emotional need. It was true what I told him, that lately I was having feelings that I couldn't process appropriately. I was starting to crave that forbidden sexual relationship that I had enjoyed with him all those years ago. But he was gone now, and I couldn't have that anymore.

Up until he had died, starting in my teen years, I had been having sex with my father. It began so innocently, so sweetly, that I never once felt like he was taking advantage of me. I was old enough to know what abuse was, and I never once labeled our relationship that way. Whenever we were together, it was so wonderful and felt so good that I thought we were in love. That part, perhaps, was unnatural. But my infatuation turned into a different kind of love, one that was still familial but also something more. I respected the man endlessly. He was my father first and foremost, and I did whatever he told me to do. With that said, I don't remember him telling me to do sexual things to him, but I remember wanting to do them. I remember seeing his penis for the first time, and that it excited me fiercely. It was so thick and long, uncircumcised, and so impossibly hard when it was erect. I could still remember the smell of it too, intoxicating and intriguing.

The taste of it was not what I had expected back then. It was just like skin, not much different and not especially good or bad. His precum though, that was much different. It was mildly salty but also very intoxicating, more so than the smell of his cock. I loved tasting his cum, and when it would finally burst forth and either fill my mouth or cover my face, I would lick it all up and swallow it. It wasn't just the taste that I loved, but the idea that part of him was inside of me, that I was consuming his seed. It was the closest I could be to a person, swallowing the fluid he produced in reaction to the loving things I was doing to him.

I could taste his cum even now, just thinking about it on the sofa. Somehow swallowing his cum was more intimate that feeling it deep in my pussy, where it often ended up. That was delightful as well, and I never turned him down when he asked to put his cock there. I would spread my legs to invite him to fill me up, and he always reached a depth in me that my husband Tom could never reach. When Daddy would kiss me and his tongue would enter my mouth, my pussy would tingle and my wetness would never relent until we were finished.

Sometimes we wouldn't have intercourse, we would just fool around. I loved sucking his big dick, and he liked licking my little pussy. 69'ing was difficult because I was smaller than him, but I secretly loved when he would lick not just my cunt but also my butt. His tongue would roughly slide against my little pucker, and sometimes he would try to get his tongue in there. It was so naughty for him to be doing that, but I loved being naughty with him.

I found myself masturbating again thinking about some of those experiences, and realized I needed to go upstairs to do this properly. I hurried up to my bedroom and closed the door. I peeled my clothes off and rushed to my nightstand. I opened the drawer and pulled out a nice thick dildo. Tom liked to see me masturbate with toys, and I was happy to oblige him. I sprawled out on the bed and wet the end of the dildo in my mouth. Then I reached down and found my asshole with the tip. I pushed softly until it gave way, and finally the toy was buried in my ass.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. Daddy could never quite fit his cock in there, even though we had tried many times. In fact, I couldn't hold more than two of his fingers, and even then it was a strain. Now that I was married and had been having sex for many years now, I could take Tom's dick quite easily back there. He wasn't into anal sex as much as I was, but once in a while the mood struck him and he would take my ass. I usually touched or penetrated it while I masturbated.

I pictured the dildo as Daddy's cock inside me, and started rubbing my pussy hard. It didn't take long before I exploded and ended up soiling the comforter with my squirt. God, it felt good though. I had really needed that.

I stayed naked but crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep. The dildo was still in my ass as I laid on my side and just enjoyed the feeling of being so full. I thought I might dream of Daddy, but instead I dreamed of my children. I remembered telling Daddy that I couldn't satisfy these incestuous feelings that I used to have with him. It was like a physical craving that I couldn't satiate, even with intense sex with Tom. There was a unique element to having sex with Daddy, knowing it was wrong and loving it despite that. I had tried to be kinky with Tom, but it never seemed the same.

My dream took a strange turn when a casual conversation with Matt and Breanna turned into me giving Matt a deep blowjob while Breanna sat with her face directly below my pussy as I knelt over her. She was just staring up at it, not attempting to lick or touch it. Matt's cock was just like his father's in my dream, but in reality I hadn't seen it in a long time so I couldn't be sure. Still, I enjoyed sucking on it immensely, and it seemed familiar somehow. Not physically, but in some other way. It was that feeling, that incestuous craving that I had been having. Sucking my own son's penis was fulfilling the craving that I was having! Swallowing his thick cum pulsating from his shaft made my body tingle with excitement.

I would need to satisfy that feeling again, only in real life. But how could I?

Chapter 2

I was awakened by a tap on the bedroom door. I stirred and realized where I was, since it was unusual that I would sleep in my bed during the day.

"Yes?" I said.

The door cracked open. Matt poked his head in cautiously. "Mom?"

"Yes, come in Matt."

I was mostly under the comforter, but my arm was out which meant my shoulder and the top of my chest was exposed. He couldn't see anything, except that fact that I was at least topless under the comforter, if not completely naked. I was still hazy from being asleep, but I suspected that he recognized this by the look on his face.

"Bree just left to see a movie with Traci," he said, his eyes staring at me but not really at my face. "I was going to see if you were feeling ok before I mowed the lawn."

Matt's chores included yard work, which he usually did on Sundays. He must have known I was in here sleeping, and I thought it was so sweet that he would check on me.

"I'm just a little tired," I said, reaching up to stretch my arm and inadvertently exposing more of my chest. When my armpit came into view, a good portion of the top of my breast probably showed itself too. I didn't care though. The dream seemed to have emboldened me.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, his eyes taking in every last bit of me that was exposed.

I felt flattered that he would find me sexually attractive, if that was what was going on here. Would he still find me attractive if he knew his grandpa and I had been fucking each other in secret? Or would he be disgusted? I found myself intensely curious about the answer to those questions.

"Your father won't be back until dinner," I said. "Why don't we talk for a little while? We never really get to spend time alone together."

Matt shrugged. I probably caught him off guard, but he was never opposed to spending time with his old mom. I wanted to blurt it all out to him, to tell him everything that I had been keeping secret all these years. But that wouldn't be the way to do it. I needed to probe first, find out what he thought about incest first. I had openly talked to him about looking at porn on the internet before, maybe that could be the way to do it.

He was still standing there in the doorway, apparently waiting for me to say something. He looked nervous.

"Matt, honey, don't just stand there. Come in here."

He obeyed, but I could tell he was hesitant. Maybe because he suspected that I was naked. He wouldn't suspect that I had a large dildo up my ass, though.

"Come next to me on the bed," I said, patting my hand on the mattress.

He felt very awkward now but he obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed first, then swung his legs up onto the comforter and stretched out next to me. He was trying so hard to keep his eyes off of me, but the poor boy was only human. It didn't matter that I was his mother. He wanted to see my breasts because they were there, only partially hidden from his view.

"I noticed when I did your laundry," I started, "that you had only filled six of your socks with cum this week."

He was frozen in place, embarrassed and shocked. I had never actually talked to him about his cum socks before. I'm sure he thought he was in trouble, but of course I was going in a different direction.

"Does that mean you only jerked off six times this past week?" I asked, sounding casual and innocent like there was nothing unusual about my question.

He looked at me with wide eyes, probably confused that I had said "only" six times this week. If he was in trouble, I wouldn't have implied that the amount of times he masturbated was too infrequent. If anything I would have scolded him for doing it that many times. I touched his arm for a moment and smiled at him.

"Relax. This is just us talking here. I won't tell anyone."

He cleared his throat, and then nodded.

"Is that what that means?" I repeated.

He couldn't look at me as he nodded again. I leaned my head against his arm and put my hand on his leg. It was just an affectionate move, not overtly sexual. But the fact that I was naked underneath the covers made it a little too intimate for a mother and son. That was what I was going for.




The Craving



"Thank you for being honest with me," I said, kissing his arm and then leaning my head against him again. "That's actually not that much, you know. I was asking because I wanted to make sure you knew that I not only approve of young men masturbating, but I also want them to at least once a day. Twice a day is preferable."

Matt seemed to relax a bit, and I began to rub his leg. I was rewarded by seeing his pants start to tent, and made sure I didn't make it obvious that I could see it. He might not even realize it at first, and he couldn't suddenly adjust without drawing attention to it.

"Do you think you can try to do it more?" I asked.

He finally looked at me, still nervous but also seeming to trust me more now. After all, we were talking about something very personal and intimate, and doing so without any pretense that it was wrong or forbidden. I was letting him know that I wanted him to masturbate, so of course it should also be ok for us to talk about it openly.

"Um, sure..." He didn't sound very certain.

"Can I let you in on a secret?" I said with a sheepish smile. I moved closer to him and whispered in his ear. "I masturbated before I fell asleep."

I felt the lurch in his pants, and his breathing became ragged. Oh, I would have been so incredibly happy if I could actually make him cum in his pants, but he was too old for that to happen I'm sure. I assumed he wasn't a virgin either, by now.

"R-really?" he said, looking down at me in disbelief.

I nodded, keeping a sheepish grin on my face. "Your old mom does it too, you know."

"But, Dad..." He seemed conflicted.

"Matt, everyone masturbates," I said matter-of-factly. "Including your dad, including Breanna, including us. Even if you're having regular sex, sometimes you just need to relieve yourself. It doesn't mean your partner is bad at sex, and it doesn't mean they're not giving you enough sex. It just means you're human and you have needs. It's impossible for those needs to match up perfectly with someone else's."

He processed that, but seemed frozen in place still. He probably didn't want to draw attention to his boner. I wanted so badly to see what was underneath those pants.

"I've seen what you look at on the internet," I chanced, hoping it wouldn't ruin this moment.

He turned pale, and swallowed. Shit, I may have crossed the line. Time to steer it back to my goal.

"It's perfectly normal, you know." I rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. "Even the things you might consider to be freaky or perverted. People like to fantasize about things they don't actually want to act out, sometimes. I know some of the things you've looked at are pretty wild, and it doesn't make me think any less of you. Actually, it's encouraging to me that you're turning out very normal. I would worry if you didn't look at those things."

Poor Matt was very confused, I'm sure. I needed him to say something, so I could proceed in the right direction.

"For instance," I continued, "I know you like to watch videos of anal sex. Right?"

Matt was still pale, but he nodded.

"Did you know that I like that too?"

He glanced at me, maybe a bit shocked to hear his mom say such a thing. "Really?"

I nodded enthusiastically, making sure he knew that I was being honest with him. "Of course."

He swallowed again, but licked his lips while he tried to think of the way to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Have you ever...you know...?"

"Have I ever...had anal sex?" I said, hoping to encourage him.

He nodded, and I smiled.

"You really want to know what your old mom does in the bedroom?"

He nodded again, but suddenly realized that it might be wrong to want that, so he tried to backtrack. "Well I...no, you...not really...I mean..."

"Matt," I said, trying to calm him by putting my hand on his chest. The comforter was dangerously close to falling below my tits. As it was already, he could see cleavage. "It's normal for you to think about those things. I'm flattered that you asked me. It's a compliment that you can view me that way, and be curious about me. I would be happy to answer your questions about sex."

He seemed to calm down, and relaxed a bit.

"And to answer your question," I continued, "yes, I have had anal sex and continue to have it with your father."

The mental image that must be going through his mind right now, picturing his mother and father engaging in such a depraved act, was having a strange effect on him. He was imagining it, and somehow didn't think to hide his erection as he shifted his pants to accommodate it rather than hide it.

"Can I tell you something else?" I said, quickly trying to build on this unexpected but very welcome turn of events.

He nodded. I kept my eyes on his, despite my desire to stare down at his crotch.

"I think it's a very nice compliment when a boy has an erection," I said.

He instantly tried to hide his boner, like I thought he would, but I reached for his hand and stopped him. That motion had the side effect of brushing my knuckle against his tent. Neither of us expected that, but I knew it would help my goal in the long run.

"Don't hide it, please," I said, not quite begging but certainly in a tone that suggested I was asking something of him rather than demanding. "It makes me feel really good that I can do that to you."

Matt looked at me strangely, perhaps fighting a temptation as I hoped, and then let his hands fall to his sides. His obvious erection was now sprouting in his pants for me to see, and I chanced looking down at it with a big smile.

"Wow," I said, "impressive!"

He got a sheepish smile, but didn't say anything.

"Thank you," I said, kissing his shoulder. "You have no idea how much it means to me that we can be open like this."

"Mom?" he said just then, as if he finally had the courage to contribute to the conversation.

"Yes?" I asked, resting my cheek on his arm.

"Are you naked under there?" was his question, so innocent and brave.

I smiled, in a devilish way that was playful and revealing on its own. "Maybe."

The temptation to tear the covers away and expose myself was so powerful, to throw myself on him and pull his pants down to free his penis so I could envelop it with my mouth. But I restrained myself, knowing this would have to be a slow and steady movement towards intimacy that wasn't quite within normal boundaries.

"I...was just wondering," he stammered.

I shouldn't press my luck, but I couldn't resist putting one last feeler out there.

"I bet you were," I replied. "I wasn't going to say anything, but I did find some interesting web sites in your history. Some rather...naughty sites."

Matt fidgeted, but didn't say anything.

"It's still completely normal for you to fantasize about things that you would never actually do," I reminded him. "But if I ask you a question, will you promise to answer me truthfully?"

He nodded, and his stare was both frightful and intense.

"Do you ever fantasize about having sex with a family member?" I asked boldly. I chose not to be specific about which family member, hoping that would encourage him to give an honest answer. Really, it was either me or Breanna that would have to be the objects of his fantasies. And it was perfectly normal for someone to have an occasional sexual thought about their parent or sibling.

He nodded, and my heart leapt.

"Thank you for being honest," I said. "Don't tell me who. You can keep that a secret. I used to fantasize about that too. With my father, actually."

Matt seemed curious now, as I hoped he would be. I wasn't about to reveal the extent of our relationship though. Not yet, anyway.

"Really? Grandpa?" Matt seemed quite surprised.

I nodded. "Oh yes, for a young girl it's very common. I didn't want to embarrass you, honey. I just wanted you to know that you don't have to feel bad for having those feelings. Why don't you go mow the lawn now, and some time we'll talk more about it, ok?"

He nodded, and quickly leapt up from the bed. He was probably eager to leave the room so his erection wouldn't continue to be the focal point. I thought for sure he would either go to his room first, or the bathroom, to jack off. But to my surprise he went downstairs and out to the back yard immediately. I hoped I hadn't embarrassed him too badly. I felt the dildo in my ass again, still buried deep in my backside, and began to rub my pussy.

"Oh Daddy," I said in my mind, as I sighed contentedly. "Do you really think I could fuck my own son?"

Daddy didn't answer, but just forming the entire question in my mind was enough to get me off. I came hard underneath the covers, probably getting fluid on the sheets, and finally withdrew the dildo from my ass. I thought I'd better wash them, else Tom wonder what I had been doing. He didn't know that I masturbated, even though I had made it apparent to Matt that everyone did. I knew Tom masturbated very rarely, as I apparently had a keen sense for that. Breanna was still a mystery to me though, I had never caught her or seen evidence that she did so. Maybe my skill was only for men, as I could probably guess when Matt would be jerking off just by the time of day. He might not always cum in his socks though, so I had to just guess at what I had said to him at the beginning of our conversation.

Imagining him whimpering as he jerked his thick cock and filled those socks with his sperm made my pussy throb...

Chapter 3

That night during dinner, Matt was secretly staring at me the entire time. Whenever I would catch him, he would look away and never meet my stare. Then I would get distracted talking with either Tom or Breanna, and in a few moments he would be staring at me again. Surely he was viewing me in a new light now, maybe even imagining what I looked like naked under my comforter. Maybe he was picturing me sucking his father's dick or taking it up the ass. I felt a thrill as I hoped he was doing all of that.

Tom was the recipient of my extra arousal that night. I begged him to stick it in my ass, something I usually let him decide to do on his own. But I really needed it this time. I let him fuck my pussy for a few minutes to satisfy his need to attend to my needs, but at that point my need was to be dominated by him, and taken in a forbidden way. I sucked him expertly and even licked his balls, hoping that he might cum before he got it in me. Then he could fuck me all night.

But apparently our sex in the morning had been enough to drain him, and he didn't cum until he stuck it in me. Unfortunately he didn't last more than a few minutes, which was typical when we had anal sex. It excited him a lot apparently, which made me wonder why he didn't ask for it more often. He grunted and thrust into me sharply, which hurt in a good way, and unloaded his sperm in my butt. I moaned appreciatively, letting him know I enjoyed this particular part, which was true. It was the one thing I hadn't done with Daddy. He had never shot his cum into my ass. I would give almost anything to go back and change that. The only thing I could do now to even come close to rectifying that forbidden desire was to have another family member do it instead. A family member that wasn't supposed to do it, specifically. That family member was not my husband.

Monday was the day I did all my errands, since Tom was as work as Matt and Breanna both had jobs. Just the usual part-time jobs kids their age had. Breanna was a barista and Matt worked construction. They would be gone most of the day, doing their own thing when their shifts were over. We usually didn't see each other until dinner during the week. It hadn't taken me long to go grocery shopping and then drop some things off at the dry cleaners. I might go shopping sometimes too while I was out, but Daddy felt like talking today. When he first spoke to me, I decided to just go home in case he wanted me to cum again for him.

"You're being bad, Melanie," he said as I pulled into the driveway.

"I know, Daddy," I said. "I can't help it. I don't have you to satisfy those cravings anymore."

"Nothing would make me happier than you satisfying those cravings. But you must tread carefully. Matt won't just start having sex with his own mother. I didn't just start having sex with you."

"Fucking," I corrected him. "We didn't just have sex. That's what you did with Mom. You and I fucked."

He knew I had always enjoyed swearing when we were together. He had never really been a man to swear, even when he got angry. Maybe that made it all the more naughty when we did say those words.

"Fine. But still, you know I'm right. How do you plan to seduce him?"

I took the groceries inside and hurriedly put them away while Daddy and I talked. I felt the heat starting to build in my stomach, and it would need to come out through my pussy.

"I don't know yet. I need to find out if he even likes incest. I didn't really find any incest web sites on his computer, I only alluded that I had."

"But he did admit that he fantasized about fucking a family member."

"That doesn't automatically mean it's me. It could be his sister."

"Wouldn't the two things go hand in hand? Even if he's only ever thought about Breanna, the act of fucking his sister would eventually lead him to think about fucking you."

That made sense, and as I stripped off my clothes and laid on my bed, I thought about how I might exploit his fantasy regardless of which one of us, me or Breanna, he had thought about.

"I wish I had your big cock, Daddy," I said, spreading open my pussy as if to invite him to penetrate it.

"You had the tightest little pussy I ever had," he admitted. "Nothing felt better than cumming inside of it."

"I wish you had fucked my ass," I said, getting on my knees and pushing my ass into the air, reaching back with both hands and spreading it as if for him to see.

"I wanted to, baby, but I didn't want to hurt you. I was afraid. I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know, Daddy..." I was actually crying now, I realized. "And you never did. How can I make anyone understand what we had? I don't know if I can ever make someone that happy again."

"Don't be sad that it's over. Be happy that we had it at all. Relish in the possibility that it's possible to try again with your son."

I sniffed, still spreading my ass with my face buried in my pillow, but felt better now that he had said that. I fell down onto my belly and relaxed for a moment before rolling over and just laying there. Daddy didn't say anything else to me, and I didn't say anything either. I absently played with my clit but didn't actually seek a release. The emotional release he had given me was enough for now.

Thankfully, Tom didn't want sex that night. I would have gladly given my body to him, but I was too emotional to enjoy it. And my thoughts would have been on my son, picturing him on top of me and not Tom. I wasn't ready for that yet, since I had never fantasized about him in that way before. I had imagined sex with Matt of course, especially recently, but had never replaced my husband with another man during the act. I suppose I would feel guilty about it, although I knew it was normal for a man to replace his wife mentally. Sometimes I wondered if Tom ever thought about fucking our daughter while he was plowing me. I wouldn't think badly of him for doing it, in fact I was intrigued by the thought. I almost thought to ask him, but for some reason I held off.

The week went by quickly for some reason. Tom had to work a few late nights, which meant dinner with just the kids. I had to keep myself interested in what Breanna was saying while she was talking, because I kept thinking about Matt and what must be going on in his mind. What if he knew what I had been thinking about lately? What if he knew his own mother was trying to fuck him? Would he be able to process the emotions that were involved with an incestuous relationship? Would he be able to realize that I wasn't in love with him, and that he shouldn't be in love with me? Incest was something special, but it wasn't the same as a committed relationship like a marriage, with its long-term security and relative normalcy. I knew I would never replace my mother, and Matt would never replace his father.

But it would take our mother/son relationship to an entirely different level. He would know me intimately, both my body and my mind. He would know more about me than even my own husband, in many respects. We wouldn't have the years of experience with each other than I had with Tom, but in my own experience once the incest started, it would go very strong for the first while. It would be new and exciting, and secretive and forbidden. Sex in those contexts was always heated and intense.

I needed to build on that conversation we had the previous Sunday, when I was naked in bed. Should I try to be naked around him, innocently of course? Or should I engage another sexual conversation with him, hoping that it would become natural and familiar? I could try to get him to open up, admit his fantasies, and admit mine to him. That was a dangerous move, if my incestuous plans were my own interest only, and not his. I didn't want to force Matt into something he didn't want, and wasn't ready for. That would do irreparable damage, as the vast majority of incestuous relationships did for that very reason. This would have to form naturally, of its own doing.

But the seeds had to be planted. I could strongly hint without actually saying anything. I could build intimacy that wasn't necessarily sexual in nature, with the hope that it would build to that. I spent the entire week pondering what to do, while still doing my usual routine of checking Breanna's panties and Matt's socks and internet history. I was curious if, knowing that I checked them, his routine would change. But he hadn't deleted his internet history, thankfully, from which I could see that he was still looking at very naughty things like anal sex and even some kinky things like piss play and bestiality. Maybe he was trying to shock me, knowing I was looking at these things too.

His cum socks were especially full this time. He seemed to be shooting bigger loads this week, maybe more than one at a time even. He had a dozen or so for me to wash, which seemed to confirm for me that he wasn't trying to avoid my knowledge of his sexual activity. Should I somehow leave him a message, like he was doing for me? I thought long and hard about that while I rubbed my pussy with one of his crunchy socks down in the laundry room. I came with his dried cum mixing with my pussy juice, and then threw the thoroughly soiled sock into the washing machine. That had felt especially good, knowing his cum was touching my pussy. Should I somehow let him know that I had done that? No, that would be too much. I was starting to go out of my mind considering the possibilities of how to proceed.

I felt like I was ignoring Breanna with all of this going on, so I made it a point to spend the entire day with her on Saturday. We went shopping, which was her favorite thing to do, and I made sure there was lots of girl talk. She was usually very open with me, telling me what boys she liked and even how far some of her dates had gone with her. I knew one boy had put his hand down her pants, and that she had felt another boy's penis through his pants. I didn't press for details, but she seemed especially conscious of my concerns for her. I realized that I was missing out on an opportunity to have a closeness with her that I was trying to have with my own son. Just not in a sexual context.

We sat in the food court of the mall eating soft pretzels while we talked. Breanna had just finished telling me about something that had happened at the coffee house where she worked. There was a rare pause in the conversation, which I took full advantage of.




The Craving



"Breanna," I started, "let's have a mother/daughter conversation."

Breanna seemed amused. She was so beautiful when she smiled, with her long reddish hair that was a mix of my red hair and her father's darker color. Her green eyes seemed to be laughing at me.

"What do you mean, Mom?" she asked. "I thought that's what we've been doing this whole time."

I laughed. "No, we've just been having a good time. A mother/daughter conversation is like the time you came home from that date with the football player, and you confided in me that he had put his hand down your pants."

Breanna turned red, but maintained her smile even through her embarrassment. "Mom..."

"Hey," I said, trying to quickly take away the embarrassment from the situation. "Don't you ever feel bad for telling me something like that. That took a lot of courage! I'm proud that you told me something so secret."

She met my stare briefly, maybe a bit surprised at how strongly I was defending her. "...Thanks."

"That's something a daughter tells her mother when they're close, like you and me. You know what else she tells her mother?"

Breanna shrugged.

"That she liked it...a lot," I said with a smile.

Her mouth dropped open, and she nearly reached across the table and smacked my arm.

"Mom!" she blurted out.

"It's ok," I laughed. "Why shouldn't you like it? Do your girl parts not work or something?"

That did bring a playful smack, but she seemed to really brighten up after that. She talked openly about going to second base with a few boys, and I didn't push her to admit that she had gone all the way. But she also didn't say she hadn't, so I chose to believe what I had already suspected. If her panties were any indication, at least they were pulling out. Not a completely safe way to go, but better than the alternative.

"Can I ask you something about Matt?" I finally said, burning to bring him up with her.

"I probably don't know anything about him, but sure," was her response.

"Do you know if he's still a virgin?"

She shook her head. "I don't know, sorry. He doesn't tell me stuff like that. I got out of him once that he had gotten a blowjob from Stephanie, the volleyball champ, during his junior year. But that took some prying."

"Really?" I said, completely interested and not hiding the fact. "Why do you think he's so secretive like that? Usually brothers and sister like to brag about their dates."

Breanna shrugged. "Matt's not really like that. He likes his privacy."

"He's told me some things," I said, steering the conversation a bit where I hoped it would go.

"Like what?"

I pretended to be somewhat hesitant. "Well, like some of the stuff he looks at on the internet."

"Come on, he's a guy," Breanna said with a sarcastic look. "All guys look at porn. That's how you know they're alive."

I nodded. "You may be right about that."

"Well, I mean...not Dad, I'm sure," she started backtracking.

I waved her weak attempts away. "Honey, you shouldn't worry about things like that. Even if your father did, which I honestly don't know, I wouldn't be bothered by it. Like you said, all guys do it."

"Wow, you're ok with that?" she asked in disbelief. "That's very...progressive of you."

"What about you?" I asked, keeping her father out of this. I wanted this to include only myself and my two children.

"What about me?"

"How often do you look at porn on the internet?" I asked boldly.

Breanna turned red again, which was a dead giveaway that she at least looked at porn once in a while. Otherwise she would simply dismiss it.

"I don't...I mean, you know..."

"Ok, ok," I reassured her. "So the answer is not 'never' but it's also not 'all the time' either."

She giggled. "I can't put anything past you. Does that make you disappointed in me?"

I frowned. "Why would you ever think that, my dear? I could not be more proud of you, and I hope you know that. The normal things you do in your private life have no bearing on the kind of person you are, in my eyes."

"Thanks, Mom," she said, with an expression of gratitude.

"Besides, even I've seen a penis or two online."

She burst out laughing at that. "I can't imagine you actually searching for that, though."

"Has your brother ever...um, I'm not sure how to put this exactly..."

"Just say it, Mom. I don't mind."

"Has Matt ever said anything to you that would indicate that he fantasizes about you or me while he masturbates?"

Even though she had tried to reassure me that she wouldn't be shocked by what I said, I could tell that she was. Her mouth dropped open and she just stared at me for quite a while.

"Uh...no, I can't imagine he ever has or ever would." Breanna cleared her throat. "I don't think he would ever tell me, even if that was true. Why would you even ask me that?"

"I have my reasons," I said, but her face told me that wasn't a good enough answer. "I found some porn sites on his computer that had incestuous themes."

Breanna raised an eyebrow, but wasn't put off by any means. I took that to mean that she must have thought about incest at least once or twice. I needed to build on that theme immediately, if so. I leaned close to her and gave her a very serious stare. 

"You would tell me if he ever...tried something with you, right? Even if it was a long time ago. I wouldn't tell your father or anyone else. I would keep it between us."

Breanna seemed embarrassed, and I could tell she was hiding something. That small recognition made my pussy ache suddenly, and I had to suppress a moan. I tried my best to keep focused on her face while I waited for her to say something.

"I mean, maybe when we were little..." Breanna turned very red at saying that aloud. "You really want to know about that? I would think you'd hope we never fooled around."

If only she knew how much the thought aroused me...

"Any mother would hope that her children never got into trouble," I agreed. "But that kind of activity is very normal for young children. Obviously he never got you pregnant or anything so damaging. Do you not want to tell me?"

Breanna shrugged. "As long as you won't be mad at us. If Matt knew I was telling you, he'd kill me."

I waved the thought away. "I've already had a nice long conversation with him about sex and fantasies and stuff like that. It's ok."

"Ok then. Well, yeah when we were little kids we would show each other our privates and stuff. I think he touched me...down there, once or twice out of all those times. I touched his...thing...many times though. I remember thinking it was funny looking."

I tried to keep from laughing, imagining a young and adventurous Breanna squeezing her brother's little weenie and wondering what in the world such a thing was used for.

"You can't make fun of me," Breanna protested.

I shook my head, trying to stifle my reaction. "I'm sorry, that was very rude of me. Please, continue."

"You promise not to tell, right?"

I nodded. "Of course. This is just between you and me."

"Well...I wanted to know how he peed out of that thing. So I made him pee while I watched. Then he asked to watch me pee, so I did. My pee hole was in a different place, and he seemed very interested in that, so I let him get real close to my...private parts...and he stuck his finger in there and poked around and stuff."

Breanna was being incredibly frank and honest with me, but she looked like she was about to crawl into a corner and die. I didn't want her to feel so bad about it, but I guessed it was normal. Most people would think such activity was shameful, rather than arousing like I thought. It reminded me of Daddy putting his manly fingers into my pussy and bringing me such pleasure.

"All of that is totally normal," I said in a very motherly tone. "Some brothers and sisters go even further than that. They lick each others' privates and sometimes try to...join them together."

Breanna shrugged. "I guess I'm lucky we never tried that."

Oh, how lucky you would be, I thought to myself.

"Well, maybe that explains why Matt is finding an interest in incest fantasies lately. Maybe he's remembering what the two of you did together."

"Maybe."

I waited for a bit before continuing, hoping the tension in the air right now would thicken just a bit. I guess I was getting off on talking about incest with, ironically, a member of my immediate family.

"Have you ever...thought about incest before?" I asked finally.

Breanna just looked at me for a moment, then glanced down nervously.

"I've thought about it a lot since those times with Matt all those years ago. Sometimes I have dreams where Matt and I are having sex. I've never acted on those dreams though..."

Something in her tone suggested that maybe she wasn't telling me everything. Why would she be so open about telling me her sex dreams, but hold some small detail back now?

"Breanna..." I reached across the table and grasped her hand in mine. "That's not why I asked you that. Don't worry, I'm not interrogating you. I just want to know because I am curious, not because I suspect something."

"I know," she said, smiling back at me. "It's just...interesting timing is all."

"Why?"

"Because just the other day, Matt and I were joking around, and for some reason I told him about one of the dreams. I think he kinda freaked out, and I tried to pretend I was just joking, but I think he knew I wasn't."

"I see. Maybe you started something going in his mind then. That must be why he was searching those sites."

"Maybe."

I was glad to be able to steer the conversation away from incest between Breanna and Matt, because that wasn't what I was trying to encourage. However, there was always the possibility that a sexual relationship between Matt and I could be proceeded and encouraged by sex between the two of them. That wasn't something I had spent a lot of time thinking about. But truth be told, I was afraid of getting up and leaving anytime soon because of the wet patch that had formed in my pants. I guess these thoughts were something I would need to sort out.

I changed the subject and we chatted for a while longer before leaving. Even though I appeared to be paying attention to Breanna, I was very engaged in my own perverse thoughts. I was obsessed with using the information she had given me to somehow direct matters with Matt, and I even considered whether or not to include her in my plan. I was intrigued with the idea of knowing that she and Matt were fucking, and that I was also fucking him. What would Daddy think of that?

Chapter 4

That night, Tom was called into work after dinner for an emergency all-nighter, which I protested against even though I actually would enjoy the night to myself. Of course Tom refused to budge and did leave for the office, but reassured me that we would have a night out soon. I let him go without too much fuss, and went to run a hot bath soon after. The kids would be fine on their own, watching TV or going to their rooms to be alone, while I relaxed and sorted out my thoughts.

I had the strange compulsion to leave the bathroom door open, and I justified it by thinking that I needed to be able to hear the goings-on in the house if the kids were in their rooms. It was a weak excuse, but it would do just fine if either of them questioned me. And I was guessing that of the two, Matt would not question it so much as become intrigued by it.

I gently set my naked self into the soothing hot water of the tub, with the door wide open while Matt and Breanna were each in their rooms, and closed my eyes. I could have drifted off to sleep like this, but I wanted to stay alert in case one of the kids decided to walk past. Even if it was Breanna, I found the idea of her seeing me naked somewhat exciting.

It took a while, and I worried that the hot water would cool off too much, but eventually I heard one of their bedrooms doors down the hall open. Footsteps creaked across the floor and then stopped when they neared the bathroom. I could picture Matt walking past and realizing that his mother was taking a bath and the door was wide open. I could imagine him hesitate, then find the courage to peek his head inside to see if he could catch a glimpse of my naked body.

I kept my eyes closed, though it took all of my concentration, so that he could get an eyeful in secret. I hadn't used any bubbles, and the water was perfectly still around me. He would be able to see everything, including my bare cunt. Did he ever imagine that his mother shaved her pussy? Would that intrigue him at all? I was aching to open my eyes and catch him standing there, maybe with an erection straining through his sweatpants. When I imagined that enough time had passed for him to get a good look, I opened my eyes and tried my best to keep them straight forward, using my peripheral vision to observe if anyone was standing in the doorway.

To my disappointment, I didn't see anyone. I would have been excited to see either of my children. I felt lonely for some reason, and even wished Daddy would come talk to me. But he didn't, and I found the silence almost unbearable right now. I decided to masturbate, hoping it would settle my nerves. I did it quietly, with as little movement as possible. It was almost casual, effortless, the way I rubbed my pussy and fingered my clit. I couldn't climax like this, though. I needed more tonight than simple idle rubbing.

I started to lean forward in order to push myself up and out of the bathtub, when something caught my eye in the doorway. I had been expecting to see the full image of Matt or Breanna before when I had hoped either one was spying on me. What I was actually seeing was Matt's face almost hidden behind the doorway on the other side. To my utter glee, he had been spying on me! Just not so openly as I had expected. Thankfully, when our eyes met, he didn't run away or try to hide himself. He just stood there, almost invisible but now knowing that I saw him.

"Matt?" I said, not trying to cover myself in any way. I knew he could see my breasts, with my nipples hard from my excitement. In fact, he had probably seen me masturbating just now too. God, how that made my pussy ooze...

Matt stepped further into view, but stayed coy while standing there technically outside the bathroom in the hallway.

"Is everything ok?" I asked, pretending that I was surprised to see him there.

"Yeah, I was just...passing by," he said. Interesting, he wasn't trying to explain himself.

I nodded, and glanced past him before motioning him toward me.

"Come in here, in case your sister sees you."

He obeyed, not taking his eyes off of me, and entered the bathroom. "Should I close the door?"

I smiled. "No, then it would be suspicious. Right now, it's just us talking."

I wondered if he would catch that I was suggesting that he was here to do something suspicious. Or that I intended to also. He stood a few feet from the tub, watching me carefully. It must have been notable to him that I was allowing him to look at my naked body. He must have registered the fact that I wasn't showing any shock or embarrassment.

"Were you..." He seemed to be implying something that he didn't want to actually voice.

"Masturbating?" I finished the thought for him.

He turned red, but nodded.

"Yes," I said, not showing any trace of shame or inhibition. "But I couldn't get there, unfortunately. I'm just too tense I guess."

I leaned back and stretched my neck, letting him get an even better view of my breasts. I tried to be as sensual as possible with the way I moved. I looked over at him after my stretch and saw that he was openly staring at me.

"Don't you ever masturbate in the shower?" I asked, with a hint of a smile.

"Yes," he answered. "I just didn't really think you did it."

"I told you the other day that everyone does it." I stretched my leg, raising it out of the water and very sensually running my hands down it.

"Yeah, but..." He shifted uncomfortably. "Imagining it and seeing it are two different things."

"That's true. But you aren't supposed to see your mother do such a thing."

He looked ashamed when I said that. That was ok, it wouldn't last very long.

"But you did, so we shouldn't pretend it didn't happen," I continued.

His face showed a strange expression of relief and confusion. I knew this would be an important turning point, if I could pull it off.

"Wouldn't it be nice if it were the other way around, too?"

"Mom..." Matt was really struggling with something, I could tell.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"I..."

"Matt, come here." I held my hand out, expecting him to step closer and take it.

He stepped closer, hesitantly and slowly, but he didn't reach for my hand. He just stood there, conflicted and confused.

"Hand me a towel, please," I said, and rose up out of the water.

He pulled a towel from the rack and handed it to me, while I stood there dripping wet for him to observe. We just stared at each other as I slowly toweled my body dry. He kept eye contact with me the entire time, rather than eyeing my nakedness up and down. I found that arousing somehow, but I didn't know why.

"Your father is going to be gone until tomorrow," I said, breaking the silence. "Let's talk more after your sister goes to bed, like we did the other day. I really enjoyed that."

He nodded. "Me too."

I wrapped the towel around my body, pulling it tight but leaving it low enough for my cleavage to be obvious. It was almost frustrating how carefully he was avoiding a lustful gaze of my body.

"Why don't you sit with me in bed tonight for a while, and we can talk then," I offered, knowing he would take me up on it.

"Ok," he agreed, rather sheepishly.

I smiled at him, then left the bathroom and headed for my bedroom.

I laid in bed for what felt like an eternity waiting for Matt to show up. it must have been two hours or more before I finally hear my bedroom door, which was already open part way, creek open all the way. I glanced over at it to see a figure in the darkness standing there.

"Matt?" I said.

"It's me, Mom," came Breanna's voice.

That was a surprise. And her brother might appear at any moment too. What would she think about that? Why was she here right now?

"Is everything ok?" I asked.

She tiptoed forward, trying to be quiet.

"That's what I came to check," she replied. "You seemed kinda down tonight. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

I was touched by the gesture, and despite the fact that I was expecting Matt to show up and possibly have some form of sexual contact with him, I didn't want Breanna to leave.

"You're so sweet," I said. "Do you want to come lay with me?"

Breanna answered by approaching the bed and walking over to the other side. She pulled back the covers and crawled under them, then scooted closer to me and put her arm around me. I waited for her to say something about the fact that I was naked, but she stayed quiet.

"You can sleep here tonight if you want," I said after a moment, "but you have to take your clothes off or else I'll feel out of place."

Without a word, she stripped off her t-shirt and yanked her panties off. Now we were both naked together under the covers, with much less convincing than I would have thought necessary.

"That's better," I said.

She sighed, and threw her arm over me again. Her hand grazed my breast and rested just underneath it.

"I guess I'm just feeling lonely with your father gone," I said. "The intimate contact with someone else soothes me."

"I got the sense from all our talk today," Breanna said, "that maybe you were trying to tell me something. Was I right?"

I stroked her hair with my free hand and held her head against my breast. Oh, how badly I wanted to tell her everything. Including trying to fuck her brother. The temptation was so strong, especially right now being so physically intimate with her. But she wasn't the object of my incestuous intentions. If I told her, then it might interfere with my plans to fuck Matt.




The Craving



"It's...difficult to talk about," was my response.

Breanna looked up at me in the darkness as if she could see my face. "Telling you about how Matt and I fooled around as kids was hard for me to talk about. But after I told you, I felt a lot better. In fact, it made me feel closer to you. You promised not to tell anyone about it, and I trust you to keep your promise. If there's something you want to tell me, I promise to keep it a secret too. No matter what it is."

I kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her against me, feeling her nakedness against mine.

"This is a big one though," I warned. "And I don't think you're ready for the burden it would put on you."

"Mom, you can trust me," she persisted. "Did you murder someone?"

I knew she was joking, but it felt just as shocking if I were to tell her about me and her grandfather. I was so tempted though, I could feel my resolve melting.

"I didn't murder anyone, but it will be just as shocking to you I'm sure."

Breanna propped herself up on her elbow and seemed intrigued. I was afraid of that.

"Now you have to tell me. I'll tell you more about me and Matt as kids if you do."

"There's more that you didn't already tell me?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah, we fooled around lots more. For some reason, it makes me feel good to tell you about it. I guess it's because I know you'll keep it to yourself, and it feels more normal when someone else knows about it and is ok with it. I'm even ok telling you that I masturbated already tonight, before I came over here. That isn't weird, is it?"

"No, honey. It's not. Thank you for being so good to me. I'll tell you my secret, but you have to know that this is potentially a life-altering piece of information, not just for me but for you too. Knowing this secret about me could make you look at me differently."

"Whatever it is, I want to know and I want to help you through it."

My pussy was aching and soaking the sheets beneath me. I had never been this aroused before without sexual activity. I was even afraid Breanna would become aware of it and freak out. I guess this was it, I was about to tell someone for the first time about my father and me.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Matt had been spying on us from the doorway, like he had done earlier when I was taking a bath. I wish I had known, because I would have taken more care in choosing my words. But as it was, I told Breanna everything as if she and I were best friends talking about boys that we had fooled around with.

She took it all in, how Daddy had begun touching my privates when we were alone, and then progressed to showing me his big penis, which I was invited to touch. Eventually he started licking my pussy, and then I would lick his penis, and watch him stroke it over my face until it exploded in sticky white goo. I explained how much I loved the taste, especially as I got older and could appreciate how precious an act it was for him to give me his seed, to allow me to consume it.

I explained too that we started fucking, and I used that word when I told my story. When I reached the end of what I chose to share with her, I only then realized that Matt was standing there listening. Breanna saw me looking in his direction, and followed my gaze to where he stood. She didn't seem shocked by his presence, and didn't try to cover up her bare breasts. She simply waited for me to say something to either him or her.

"I'm telling you this," I said, "both of you apparently, because I trust you both to keep this secret from your father. He doesn't know about it, and it would kill him to know that I was still fucking your grandpa up until he died. You can't act any differently around him, even if you're having a hard time dealing with it."

"Mom," Breanna said, touching my arm. "We won't tell anyone. If you're ok with what happened, there's no reason to get anyone else involved."

Matt stepped closer to the bed. "Is that what you were trying to do earlier? Get a sexual reaction out of me?"

I felt embarrassed, but nodded. "Ever since he died, I haven't been able to satisfy these cravings. You can't possibly understand what it's like, to live a secret so deep and forbidden but also so exciting and physically pleasurable. It's not something that can just be cut off, abruptly ended. I...just can't stop having those feelings. I need incest, I crave it. But I don't have anyone to do it with anymore. Do you understand?"

Matt was taking his clothes off as I spoke, and Breanna moved closer to me. She reached for my breast and gently cupped it, staring into my eyes. I could barely make out her expression in the dark.

"Matt and I have been fooling around for a while," she said. "We've never fucked, but we've done just about everything else."

My mouth hung open in shock. "But...the socks..."

"We masturbate together sometimes," he said, getting into the bed with us. "Most of the time I cum on her, but sometimes I still use the sock. I guess it excited me to know that you were washing them and knew that I was filling them with cum."

I felt his hands touch me, on my sides and on my thighs. It felt so good to have two sets of hands caressing me.

"I don't know what to say," I said, but inside I was bursting with excitement.

"Don't say anything," Breanna said. "Just let Matt fuck you. He's always wanted to."

I felt his hard cock touch my stomach, and reached down to grasp it. When I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it, my pussy melted.

"It's big, huh?" Breanna said. "You should see how much he cums."

Without saying anything, my own son drove his big cock up into me, his own mother, and claimed my pussy for the first time. It was so wonderful, feeling that familiar stretching of my cunt around such a big cock. It felt incredibly similar to Daddy's. I could close my eyes and imagine it was Daddy fucking me, but that would ruin this wonderful experience. I loved that it was my son doing this with me. And my daughter was here too to share in the experience,

Matt didn't last too long, as I'm sure the whole situation was overwhelming. Breanna encouraged him with a sexy, throaty tone as he grunted in warning and then thrust deep into me. Hearing her encourage him to cum deep in me sent me over the edge, and I climaxed too. I could feel his thick load shooting into me, filling me wherever his cock wasn't already taking up space. It was like a hot flood of pleasure that filled every crevice of my womanhood. Afterward, he stayed buried in me like that for a few minutes, catching his breath.

"How'd it feel, bro?" Breanna asked, smiling brightly.

"So good," he replied. "I love you Mom."

I stroked his face. "You have no idea what this means to me."

He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard. He even thrust a few times, still hard inside of my cunt. When he released my mouth, I glanced up at Breanna.

"Why hasn't he ever fucked you?"

She shrugged. "I guess it felt wrong somehow, but of course so did everything we were already doing. It was that last barrier we didn't want to cross."

"But now..." Matt added. "Are you ok with us doing it?"

"Of course I am," I answered. "In fact, you feel ready to right now."

Breanna spread her legs next to me, and made it obvious she was ready for him to fuck her. Matt withdrew from my body and crawled over to her. I watched with a great deal of love as the two of them melted together, their mouths and their arms and their hips. Matt penetrated her deeply, and the two of them grunted as they found their rhythm.

I stroked Breanna's hair and Matt's back as they fucked. He lasted much longer, of course, but eventually gave in and filled his sister with his seed, causing her to climax right along with him just like I had done. I loved seeing them like that, watching them stroke each other and kiss for a long while after.

Once the sex was over and we were all just chatting casually, basking in our newfound intimacy, I explained how they would have to act whenever their father was around. It was for his protection as much as theirs. They couldn't chance a feel or a sexual remark, or else it would arouse suspicion. They had to swear to keep it between the three of us, no matter what. That might mean that days would go by without any sexual contact. But it would be worth it, in the long run. They could continue to have a sexual relationship for many years, even after they each got married and had their own families.

Matt especially seemed to like that idea, that he could fuck his sister even if she had a husband and he had a wife. He asked if he could fuck me again after we finished talking, and I eagerly complied. I knew how important it was to make each fuck important, and the best it could be. After he made me cum with his wonderfully thick penis, I whispered in his ear that soon he would get to fuck my ass too. Hearing that sent him over the edge and he gave me a second load, his third of the night.

We all fell asleep after that, and I dreamed of Daddy all night long. He seemed very happy for me, and was glad to see that his legacy was continuing on. I promised him that I would do everything I could to keep it going.

The next morning, I awoke to the blissful feeling of my two kids each laying next to me. They were naked, just like me, and Matt was already hard. I pulled the comforter back so I could see his cock. I hadn't gotten a good look last night, only a good feel. It was beautiful, uncircumcised like his grandfather and so thick. I grasped it in my hand and moved his foreskin back and forth over the head. He moaned and stirred, obviously enjoying that. I knew how to please a big cock, after all.

I leaned over him and started to suck his cock. Without waking Breanna, I proceeded to give him the best blowjob he ever had. I licked his balls, took him all the way into my throat, jerked his shaft while I sucked the tip, everything I could think of to make him cum. After only a few minutes, I was rewarded with a mouthful of his semen, thick and copious. It tastes so good, even better than I remembered his grandfather tasting.

"Mom, that felt so good," Matt muttered. "I still can't believe we're doing this."

"Doing what?" Breanna said, stirring awake. "Hey, you two are fooling around, aren't you?"

"We can do that without you once in a while," I said with a smile. "Just like the two of you can."

"What about you two?" Matt said.

Breanna and I just looked at each other.

"I think the fun in that would be for you to watch us," I replied. "But with that intention, I would be more than willing to put on a show."

Matt's cock twitched, no doubt as he pictured the two of us eating each other's pussies.

"Mom, will you show us how to do anal?" Breanna said, hopping up onto the bed with excitement.

"Your father will be home soon, but I promise the next time we have a few hours, Matt will have both of our asses."

"That sounds great!" Matt said with a grin.

"Now, both of you need to take a shower and have breakfast. We have to act normal most of the time, don't forget that."

"We know," they both said simultaneously.

"We've been good at keeping secrets this long," Matt said.

"Yes, that reminds me," I said, looking at Breanna. "I seem to recall you telling me quite frankly that you and Matt had never done anything sexual with each other. Now you tell me that you've been secretly masturbating together?"

Breanna shrugged. "I didn't want to lie to you, but I thought you were on to us, and that was why you were asking those questions. I didn't know that I could trust you with our secret."

"I see," I said, pretending to be upset but of course only happy at where we all ended up. "I think maybe you need to be punished."

Breanna smiled. "Maybe Matt should punish me with that giant cock of his."

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed.

"No, no," I interrupted. "You two can fuck each other's brains out later. Go shower first. Separately!"

I watched them dance down the hall after each other, naked and free. I wanted to cry, I was so happy.

"I'm proud of you, Melanie," Daddy said.

"I love you so much, Daddy," I replied. "Nothing can replace you. But this couldn't be a better way to honor you and all you did for me."

"Make them as happy as you made me."

I closed my eyes and smiled, before retrieving the big dildo from my nightstand and spitting on it. I needed to prepare if I was going to take my son's big cock up my ass.

Chapter 5

Tom wanted my ass the next time we had sex. I was never one to deny him, and often I enjoyed the feeling of his modest cock invading my precious butthole. The whole time he was plowing my ass from behind, though, I was thinking about Matt. How it would feel to have my son's much bigger cock doing this to me, defiling my body in such a depraved and filthy way. It excited me so much I came without even touching my cunt.

Tom assumed, of course, that it was due to his cock. He slapped my ass when he realized why I was clenching so hard just then, and then thrust deeply and let his cum go inside of me. After he was finished grunting and weakly thrusting his hips against me, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, his slimy cock already starting to soften.

"You usually don't cum from anal," he said, smiling.

I looked back at him and returned the smile. "I guess you just hit all the right spots."

He was staring at my ass, probably admiring my gaping hole that he had stretched out and abused. I loved showing off my body, to him and to my children. I couldn't stop thinking about them. I even remembered Daddy staring at my tight little butthole fondly, just like Tom was doing.

"What's on your mind?" Tom asked, reaching for some tissues to clean himself up.

I moved onto my side, keeping my ass off the sheets but relaxing with his cum dripping out of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You've seemed a bit distant today, is all. Are you feeling alright?"

"More than alright," I said, hinting at the good ass fucking he just gave me. "But I have been distracted thinking about the kids."

"Oh?" He seemed genuinely interested. "Are they in some kind of trouble?"

"No, no. Nothing like that. But I do worry that I'm not spending enough time with them."

Tom frowned. "I wouldn't say that. If anything, I'm the one who has been neglecting them."

"That's not your fault. Your work sometimes takes you away, but you're providing for us. You're with us even when you're away."

He smiled at that. "You've always been very understanding. What do you have in mind, then?"

I reached back and wiped at the cum trail that was forming down my ass, feeling the texture of Tom's cum and noticing how it was different from Matt's. It was a bit thinner, and not nearly as much volume either. I guess it was due to age, or maybe Matt was physically more like my side of the family. His cock was bigger than Tom's, for sure.

"You're going to that work retreat next month, right?" I asked. "How long is that for?"

"Four days. You should take the kids somewhere, have a mini vacation without me."

"That would give me a chance to spend more time with them."

I suppose if he knew what had transpired only two days ago between me and my two children, he wouldn't be so eager to help satisfy my desires. In truth, I just wanted to indulge my cravings for incest with my children. I hadn't been able to fuck Matt since the other night when Tom had been working a late shift. But, oh, what a wonderful night that had been. Being filled up with my son's cum twice, and watching him do the same to his sister, my beautiful daughter. I had masturbated many times since then thinking about it.

I'm sure it was difficult for Matt, and maybe Breanna too, to avoid any sexual contact while Tom was at home. But I had made that rule very clear to them both. I knew the power that incest had, how it was like the first time you fell in love, only stronger. Something about the forbidden family connection made it so much more intense than any other sexual conquest. That's what I had felt with Daddy all those years ago, and I was so blessed to be able to experience it again with not just one but two of my children.

I hadn't really interacted directly with Breanna, only encouraged her when she fucked her brother. Matt had hinted that he wanted to see us fuck each other. I didn't feel that way about girls, but I would gladly indulge him for his pleasure. Breanna hadn't objected, but I assumed like most young girls she was curious and willing to experiment. And after all, it wouldn't be the first pussy I had ever eaten.

While Tom slept, I laid awake in bed next to him thinking about everything. Where would we go? Where could the three of us have sex with each other outside of the house, and still be safe? I masturbated silently so as not to wake Tom, and after a small and unfulfilling climax, decided to get up for a drink of water.

I passed by Matt's room and stopped at his door. I wanted so badly to go into his room, pull back the covers from his sleeping body and ride his big cock until it exploded inside of me. But I couldn't do that without making at least some noise. Matt's room was too close to mine and Tom's. But Breanna's...

I glanced further down the hallway at her door, and bit my lip trying to convince myself that this wasn't a good idea. But my desires won out, and I slowly opened Matt's door to peek in at him. He was lying on his bed without the covers, sleeping with a wonderfully full erection. I crept toward him, completely naked myself, and gently wrapped my fingers around his big cock. I carefully pulled at his foreskin, masturbating him like I knew he liked, until he stirred awake with a small moan.

"Mom?" he said, a bit surprised and even embarrassed maybe.

I put a finger to my mouth. "Quietly. We're going to Bree's room to have sex."

He smiled and was instantly awake now. We carefully moved our way out of his room and down the hall toward Breanna's room. I opened her door slowly and the both of us tiptoed inside, careful not to make any sounds. I closed the door behind us, and then turned to where my daughter was sleeping soundly.

"How should I wake her?" Matt whispered into my ear.

I reached for his cock and held it firmly in my hand. There were so many different things I wanted to do with him, I didn't know where to start. I tugged on his cock while I pondered his question.

"Why don't you eat her pussy first?" I suggested. "I'm sure she would love to wake up to that."

Matt was only too happy to oblige, and he moved toward his sister. I watched as he pulled back her covers and lifted her leg as she stirred. She didn't object, although she was still very sleepy, but looked down to see her brother's head between her legs. I could see her melt immediately, and spread her legs even wider for him.

The two of them were good at being quiet about it, especially when I could see how much Breanna was enjoying this. I moved closer and knelt next to her bed, so I could touch her face. She smiled up at me, and started to grimace as she was approaching an orgasm. I kissed her forehead softly and motherly as she came, stroking her hair and saying soothing things in her ear. She clutched at Matt's head as he continued to eat her, and I could see him move lower to lick her ass.

Breanna moaned deeply, and lifted her legs even higher to give him access.

"Your brother is eating your ass," I whispered into her ear. "That can feel so wonderful if you let it."

Breanna nodded and reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. I touched her breast and gently pinched her nipple in response. It was ok for us to be sexual with each other without actually performing lesbian acts. It was part of the closeness that incest made possible.

"Matt," I said quietly, "you're going to fuck your sister's ass tonight. Keep licking her until she's nice and relaxed and ready for you."




The Craving



He more eagerly ate her asshole, and Breanna groaned with delight. I kept massaging her breasts, and thought about reaching down for her cunt while her brother gave her ass his attention. I thought perhaps it would be too much so soon, and I wanted Breanna to focus on the anal sex that she was about to get.

"Have you ever taken a cock there?" I asked my daughter.

She shook her head, her eyes closed in depraved pleasure. I was surprised actually, since she was so beautiful and I knew she had been with boys before.

"Have you ever touched yourself there while masturbating?" I pressed. Now I was just getting myself off with these questions.

She nodded, and finally opened her eyes and looked at me. "I let Matt watch while I put two fingers in my ass."

I stroked her face and hugged her close to me. "Good, that's good! It will feel so nice for him, and hopefully for you."

Matt withdrew from his sister's ass finally and aimed his aching cock at her tight entrance. I leaned forward and sucked on him for a short while, getting him nice and wet. I could taste his precum, and worried that he wouldn't be able to bury his cock in her before came. Even still, this would be a wonderful experience for the both of them. For all of us, in fact.

"Her asshole will be very tight," I instructed. "Almost impossibly so. But after you get inside, it will start to open more. You just have to go slow until she gets used to you."

Matt nodded, and began to penetrate her. I encouraged him as he pressed the tip of his cock against her pucker. It didn't give right away, but then suddenly he was two inches in. Breanna tensed up, but assured me it didn't hurt. I told him to be gentle, but to keep pressing forward.

Soon he was about halfway in, at which point I told him to start fucking in and out of her. He obeyed, and was thrusting into his sister's ass with a nice steady rhythm.

"I...don't know if I can hold back," he warned after only a couple of minutes.

I nodded. "It's ok, that's to be expected. But you want it to feel as good as possible, so try your best to last until you can get all the way inside of her."

He closed his eyes and held still for a moment, holding back his impending orgasm. Then he resumed fucking her ass and thrust deeper each time. Breanna was grunting with each thrust, taking more of her brother's large manhood into her tight backdoor.

"You're doing great," I whispered to her.

"It does feel good," she said between grunts, "but in a weird way."

"I know," I said, kissing her cheek. "Your brother needs to cum now, but I want him to be all the way inside of you."

Breanna groaned at hearing me say that.

"Matt," I said, "stop thrusting and try to slide all the way into her. When you bottom out, just let it all go inside of her ass."

"Oh god..." He almost came right then, but somehow managed to keep his resolve.

Together we worked his cock into Breanna's ass. She was encouraging her brother now too, whispering naughty things to him and assuring him that she needed his cum deep inside of her gut. Matt finally blew, and hard too, once he felt the ring of her asshole clench tightly around the root of his shaft. I could see it in his face, how much pleasure he was getting from his sister's body.

"Clench as hard as you can on him," I told Breanna. "Squeeze him with your ass."

She moaned as she felt him squirting deep inside of her. She was masturbating her cunt now, and once he was finished emptying his balls into her, she climaxed. I watched how she rubbed at her cunt while she came, harder than normal and in jagged movements. She was having a particularly strong orgasm herself.

"That's my girl," I cooed in her ear.

"God, Bree," Matt sighed. "That was fantastic."

Breanna nodded, but couldn't quite speak yet. She was still coming down from her climax. He slowly pulled out of her ass, and once he popped out I saw the familiar fascination on his face that I had witnessed with Tom earlier. He was staring at the way her asshole gaped and dripped with his cum. Breanna held her ass apart for him to let him get a good look. She was such a good little girl, being a slut for her brother. It made me proud of them both.

"Was that your first time having anal sex?" I asked Matt.

He nodded. "And it was better than I could have imagined."

"I'm happy you both had your first time with each other, then." I was absently rubbing my cunt now, almost involuntarily.

"Can you still fuck Mom?" Breanna asked him.

"Um, sure," he said. "I mean, I'm still hard and all. It might take a while to cum though."

That certainly wasn't a problem. But it wasn't an intense, heated fuck. Matt cleaned his cock off and slid it into my sopping cunt easily enough. But I laid my head in Breanna's lap and she played with my hair while Matt kept a slow but steady rhythm sawing in and out of me. It felt like a casual family moment more than sex.

"I think we should get away this week," I said, fingering my clit while my son was plowing my pussy but not really earnestly seeking release. "How about we go visit your aunt Sarah?"

Breanna smiled, watching her brother's big cock disappear into me as he held it there and sighed with pleasure. "I'd think you would want to be somewhere more private, with just the three of us."

"We'll have our opportunities to enjoy each other," I said, feeling my pussy start to contract with the beginnings of a climax. "But right now we just need to spend time together, with family. That's what makes our new relationship so special."

"Is that how it was with Grandpa?" Matt asked, a bit of a huff in his voice from his efforts.

"Oh yes," I said, starting to rub my pussy harder. "I knew even back then that the family connection, even with those that you're not having sex with, is really important. It makes the connection with those that you are intimate with even better. And you haven't seen your aunt in a while now. I know she misses you both."

"That's fine with me..." Matt started to trail off as he approached another orgasm. I timed my own to join with him, and was rewarded with the hot feeling of sperm rushing into my womb as my loins exploded in pleasure. We both rutted together like that, all the while with Breanna stroking my hair, and fed off each other's orgasms.

Wow, it had been a while since I had felt something like that! It must have been the casual approach to it all, talking idly and just chatting while the sex was happening. You couldn't do that even with a spouse. Just the two partners interacting sexually would take all of their focus. But having a third person to watch really made it relaxed and mellow. After our orgasms had faded, Matt and I stayed connected like that for a while.

"You both should get some sleep now," I said finally, finding myself ready to drift off any moment.

Matt pulled his penis out of me and squeezed it, no doubt just a reflex after having such a nice orgasm. Breanna surprised me by leaning her face down to mine and kissing me on the lips. It wasn't a serious kiss, or especially passionate, just an affectionate expression of thanks. I smiled up at her.

"Next time," Matt said, "you two should do that during the fucking. That would be hot."

Oh, my silly immature boy... He needed to learn the difference between doing something just for the sexual thrill and doing it to increase the bond between us. That would come in time. I had been the inexperienced one when it came to me and Daddy. I never had to teach a younger partner about the ways of incest. Maybe this was how Daddy had felt too. That made my heart warm, thinking about how the roles had reversed.

Chapter 6

We all separated and went off to bed. I crawled back into my own bed with Tom, who was still snoring soundly, and slowly drifted off to sleep. I immediately started dreaming about Daddy.

I was my younger self, very young in fact, and Daddy was licking my pussy. It felt so good, so real, like he was actually doing it to me. I reached down and touched his hair, and savored the feel of his experienced tongue lashing at my little clit.

"Things are going well, I take it," he said to me, his face still hidden between my legs.

I nodded. "It's so wonderful, being with them. I finally know how you felt."

He smiled. "I had you much younger than them. Just like this, in fact."

I was definitely in my younger body in the dream, but I was also still my modern-day self. It was a bit bizarre, but I could feel my pussy have to stretch much more to take his fingers. It reminded me of those first times...

"Daddy, did you ever..." The question lingered at the edge of my mind, but the things he was doing to me made it hard to concentrate. I was about to cum any second.

"Ever what, dear?" he asked innocently, even though he was jamming two fingers into my cunt in a sawing motion and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"Sarah...did you two..." I couldn't finish the thought as my climax took over. It felt so real, like it was really happening. My dreams had never been like this before. Maybe it was because of the craving I was having for incest. It was being satisfied in a way, but somehow I was still wanting more.

"Good girl...good girl..." Daddy kept cooing at me until my orgasm subsided. "Your sister and I were never as close as you and I were. But she may have a story or two to tell."

I was intrigued by his words, but before I could ask him what he meant, I awoke and found myself staring at the ceiling in my bedroom. I glanced over at Tom, but he was gone. It was growing light out, so he must have gone to work and let me sleep in. He was usually more thoughtful toward me after I gave him anal sex. I would probably get a nice text from him later, a bit on the naughty side but mostly just to say he loved me.

Matt and Breanna would be gone already, off to work. I would have the house to myself for a while. I started by taking a nice hot bath, to soak and think about what to do next. It had been dangerous, what I did last night. Dragging the kids out of bed so that we could have a threesome together while their father slept. If he had heard us, or for any reason gotten out of bed and checked on either of them...

Perhaps one day, after many years of feeling him out, I would be able to tell him about everything. I would have to wait until my mother died, or else he might try to talk to her about Daddy and I. I couldn't chance that. I didn't want the poor woman to have those thoughts during her last few years.

I remembered what Daddy had said in my dream, that Sarah would have a story or two. It had only been in my head, but it made me really want to ask her. How in the world could I? It would be the same danger as telling Tom. She would go right to our mother and tell her that Daddy had abused me. It wouldn't matter how much I stressed the fact that it was consensual. She would say that a girl that young can't consent, and that incest was wrong.

Still, I loved my sister and looked forward to visiting her. I couldn't divulge my secret, but I could find out what was happening in her life. She was a few years younger than I was, but hadn't had a very good marriage. She had a daughter that was Matt's age, but had divorced her husband almost five years ago. He hadn't been in their lives much since. I felt sorry for my niece, Kristie. I had a wonderful father figure, better than most could ever dream of, while I was growing up. Kristie never had a good one, and now had none at all.

I absently played with my butt while I relaxed and thought about them both. For some reason, having my fingers in my ass always felt good, even in a way that wasn't really sexual. It just relaxed me. I absently masturbated my ass while I thought about my sister and niece, and suddenly an image of Matt fucking Kristie came into my head.

That sent a powerful shiver up my spine, and I realized that the thought aroused me incredibly. Then I thought about Matt fucking Sarah, and I just had to start rubbing my cunt. I sloshed my hand in the water, busily bringing myself off while I thought about all the naughty things our families could do together. Poor Matt was the only male in my sordid fantasy though, so he had a lot of fucking to do. He might be able to fuck two of us, maybe, but if we even thought about a third one he would need to watch us go down on each other. He apparently liked seeing girls having sex.

I came hard and closed my eyes to savor the feeling. The hot bath water had relaxed me so nicely, and having two fingers up my ass had made it feel even better. I felt naughty and stuck a third one in, just to give my ass a good stretch. Three fingers was about how much Tom stretched me, but not nearly as much as Matt's would. I looked forward to discovering how that actually felt.

I called my sister later that day and she was overjoyed to have us visit her. We planned it out for this weekend and I called Tom to tell him. He was so busy that it would probably suit him to have the weekend to himself and finally have some private time. I knew he loved his family, but sometimes a person needed private time. I suppose it was silly of me, but every time we would be apart I felt the need to let him know that he could masturbate in my absence. He probably did anyway, but somehow I felt like it made us closer if I told him that I approved and even encouraged him to. It made him laugh, of course, but secretly I think he liked that he didn't need to feel guilty about it.

It was a two hour drive to see Sarah, and the car ride was filled with talk of sex. Matt and Breanna had already fallen into a kind of familiarity with the whole thing, much faster than I anticipated. But, they had some experience with incest apparently, masturbating together and all. It wasn't fifteen minutes before Matt had his cock out in the backseat. Breanna was sitting up front with me, but had noticed it with a wide smile.

"Hey, you two," I scolded playfully. "No fucking in the car, I have to get us there in one piece, and I can't do that if I'm distracted."

"I bet you can't jerk off and cum," Breanna challenged him, though it was obviously a weak challenge. He was male, after all. But it was her way of making him do it, for her own appeasement.

"You know that's not true," he said, clutching his big meat stick and waving it back and forth. "But I'm not gonna do that. Why should I jerk off when I have two sexy ladies who will fuck me?"

"Good point," Breanna agreed. "I would fuck you right now if Mom didn't want me not to. Sorry."

"Come on, Mom," Matt protested. "Wouldn't it be hot to have us fucking back here while you drove?"

"Yes, that's the point!" I laughed. "I couldn't keep my eyes on the road. Besides, you've had quite enough sex lately to be satisfied. I know you two fucked in the shower this morning."

Breanna smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, that was pretty hot."

Matt nodded. "It's so hard not to, even when Dad's around."

"I know, I know." I sighed. "Just remember, you can't get caught. And, it's more fun when you save it up. It makes the sex more intense, when you've been waiting all day, maybe even two or three days."

"Two or three days?!" Matt exclaimed.

Breanna just laughed. "I don't think he can go that long."

"Is that a dare?" he asked.

She shook her head, laughing. "No, please, don't try it. I don't wanna go that long either."

"You know the two minute rule, right?" I asked them both.

They just shook their heads.

"When your father leaves the house, you have to wait a full two minutes before doing anything. That gives him time to turn around and come back for something he forgot. And you shouldn't ever fuck in the living room. At any time, he might come home early or pop in to get something. You'll get used to listening for the garage and the front door."

"Yeah, but sometimes I might wanna fuck Bree in the kitchen," Matt said, still playing with his massive boner.

"Mmm, yeah that sounds nice." Breanna was getting horny now, I could tell. She was fidgeting.

"Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this right now," I said. "Matt, put away your dick and stop arousing your sister."

He shrugged and stuffed his meat back in his pants. We were quiet again for most of the remainder of the car ride. It seemed my kids had nothing to talk about except for sex. I didn't much care for that, I wanted them to still be a normal family. I knew it was possible because I considered me and Daddy and my mother to still be normal.

"You know," I said finally, "you both should try to get to know your cousin Kristie. She's had it very rough these past few years."

"Yeah, with Uncle Brian moving out and all," Breanna agreed. "I used to text her once in a while, but I guess we just lost touch."

"Wouldn't it be cool if..." Matt started to say something, but chose not to finish.

"I know what you're thinking," I said to him, "and the answer is no. Unless you want to tell me that you and your cousin have secretly been masturbating together like you and your sister."

"Mom..." Breanna whined. "Are you still holding a grudge about that? It worked out for the better, didn't it?"

"I'm not holding a grudge, but I just want to know if there's anything I should know." I glanced over at her, then back at Matt. "You can tell me and I promise I won't be upset. Even if, say, you went all the way with her."

"I have not fucked Kristie," Matt promised me. "I think I remember seeing her naked once. When we were little. I'm sure she looks nothing like that anymore."

"We used to talk about boys and stuff," Breanna said. "Just the usual, what we thought their weiners looked like and stuff. Stupid stuff like that. I've never even seen her naked, so Matt is one up on me."

"She is a sweet, sweet girl that really needs some friends," I said. "If, and I mean if with a capital I F, she is somehow by some miracle like us, you can fuck her. But you are not to bring it up, or instigate it at all. Am I understood?"

Matt and Breanna both nodded.

"Thank you. I don't want to punish you by withholding sex, since I know you'd just fuck each other anyway."

They both smiled, and the rest of the car ride was quiet but relaxed.

When we arrived at Sarah's house, we were met with a particularly warm welcome. She hugged me for a minute straight, and I thought I saw her eyes tear up even. She gave Matt and Breanna big hugs too, and introduced Kristie to them as if they had never met before. It had been a few years, and Kristie had grown up a lot. She had been a scrawny girl, tall and skinny. But now she was an elegant woman, with curves and a rack that I'm sure Matt noticed. Our family was blessed with those genes, apparently. All of us women were thin and stacked, that rare combination that wasn't too skinny or too curvy.

I helped Sarah cook dinner while the three kids sat in the living room and chatted. Breanna especially had taken my advice and tried her best to get to know Kristie. I was grateful for that, and hoped to god that Matt didn't say anything stupid or pop a boner in front of her.

"Your kids seem wonderful, Mel," Sarah said to me.

I smiled. "They are, it's true. How is Kristie doing with everything?"

Sarah shrugged. "She doesn't talk to me much, but I think she's doing better. For a while there, she thought her dad would come back and at least visit her once in a while. But of course, he never has. She's starting to forget him, finally."

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, fine. Just fine."

I glared at Sarah and changed my tone. "Sarah. How are you really doing?"

She met my stare for a brief moment and her composure seemed to drop just a bit.

"It's difficult, I won't lie. I get very lonely. As you could probably tell when you called me."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

She almost laughed at the thought. "Are you kidding? The few times I've tried to date, all they wanted was my body."




The Craving



"And did you ever give it to them?"

"Melanie!" she exclaimed, and we both laughed. "You know I'm not that kind of girl."

Suddenly I remembered what Daddy had told me in the dream. I decided to somehow steer the conversation toward him, and hope that it led somewhere.

"Do you ever think about Daddy?" I asked her plainly.

She nodded. "Sure, lots. Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "Just wondering. I've been dreaming about him a lot recently."

"Oh yeah?" She busied herself with the oven for a moment. "I dream about him once in a great while. But mostly I think about him when I'm lonely at night and I remember how he used to hold me when I was little."

I clung to that statement, and tried my very best to draw it out without revealing too much.

"He used to hold you?" I asked. "How do you mean?"

"You know, he'd hug me real tight when he said goodnight. Or sometimes I would be on his lap and he'd put his arms around me and just hold me like that."

"I see." I waited for a moment. "I don't remember him doing that with you. But I do remember something similar with me."

"I'm sure he did it with both of us. He was very affectionate."

I nodded, holding back a smile. "Yes, he certainly was. Do you ever think he crossed a line?"

Sarah almost stopped what she was doing, but continued preparing dinner. I could tell, though, that something bothered her.

"I don't want to disrespect his memory," she said flatly.

I didn't know what to say. She was obviously insinuating something, but I got the impression that it wasn't a fond memory for her.

"I don't think anything you say about him would do that," I assured her. "We all know he was a great man. What could possibly change that about him?"

Sarah glanced at me, and seemed to be fighting something internally.

"I suppose I could tell you, since it's been so long." She was struggling to find the words. "He used to touch me at night."

My eyes went wide, with what must have appeared to be shock but was really eagerness. But I did realize that what might have sounded arousing to me could certainly be traumatizing for her. Maybe she didn't react in the same way to his ministrations as I had. I needed to tread carefully here.

"Do you mean..." I pretended to not want to say the words.

She nodded. "Yes, he touched me...down there. I never told anyone because..."

I set down the utensil I was using to help prepare dinner and hurried over to my sister. I gave her a big hug and squeezed her tight. She squeezed right back.

"Oh, Sarah," I said. "You don't need to feel bad about that."

"I don't, that's the thing," she said. "I never felt bad about it. Even when you asked me just now about whether he crossed a line or not. It just never felt wrong. So I let him do it. I always blamed myself, that I helped make him that way."

I looked right into her eyes. "Sarah, you didn't do anything wrong. He used to touch me too."

Her eyes went wide. "Really?"

I nodded. "And I loved every minute of it."

It had just come out, and I hadn't intended to say that. But apparently the whole shock of what my sister revealed to me had broken down a barrier that I had thought was in place. Her face told me how shocked she was.

"Mel, what are you saying?"

It was too late now, but that didn't mean I had to reveal everything to her. I glanced toward the living room to make sure the kids weren't within ear shot.

"Daddy used to touch me too. And even as a little girl, I loved it. I loved every minute of it. I didn't ever feel that it was wrong. It made me feel special. I wanted to please him, and if touching me did that then I wanted to be there for him."

Sarah was beyond shocked, but it was probably what allowed her to respond uninhibited.

"I felt the same way," she responded.

I couldn't find the words to say, I just hugged her again and didn't let go. She was hugging me back just as tightly, and I could tell that something wonderful had developed between us. A new level of openness, more than just a sibling connection. This could be the start of what I had been calling the "craving" but what was really just a depraved, sexual desire that only incest could satiate.

"After dinner," I said finally, tears in my eyes unexpectedly. "We'll talk about this. I want to hear everything."

I pulled back from her and she was smiling. She caught one of my tears, and I laughed and wiped at my eyes. I wasn't crying because I was sad. I was happy, so very happy, for her mostly but also for myself that I could share something with her that no one else could share with me. I didn't need her to tell me, I just knew that Daddy must have been the same with her as he was with me. It didn't make me feel less special. It made me look at Sarah as being more special than I realized. I was so happy for her.

Chapter 7

Dinner was full of conversation. Sarah and I kept exchanging glances and knowing looks from the secrets that only we shared. But our attention was on our kids. Breanna and Matt were both excitedly adding to the conversation, finding things to laugh about with Kristie. I noticed how pretty Kristie was again. She had the long red hair that my sister and I both had. Her freckles and green eyes made her gorgeous. I'm sure Matt would think the same thing. I knew how it was, after incest had taken place. You looked at all your family members in a sexual light, just like you would a stranger that you were attracted to. There was a careful balance there that I hoped he would learn quickly.

After dinner, Sarah suggested we all watch a movie. I was dying to talk to her, but of course we couldn't just disappear together. I had planned this trip so I could be with my kids as much as with my sister and her daughter. We all had to be together this weekend, to enjoy each other's company. Somewhere in the very back of my mind, I secretly hoped for more with Sarah and Kristie. It wasn't a sexual desire to be with either of them, but rather for all of us as a family to be together. To watch my son fuck his cousin, or watch my sister stroke my daughter's hair while her brother fucked her ass. Or to eat my niece's pussy so my son could get hard after fucking his aunt and me. The combinations seemed endless, even though with only one male they were actually somewhat limited.

When the movie ended, my sister finally announced that she was going to bed. I knew that meant we would be talking later, after the kids were asleep. I pulled Matt and Breanna aside and reminded them that they needed to be quiet while they slept in the living room. My sister had a blow-up mattress that they would use. Kristie's room was small and I had assured Sarah that my children would be fine sleeping together. Most siblings wouldn't be, especially brother and sister, but of course these two would probably prefer it.

It hadn't been lost on them that I wasn't forbidding them from having sex with each other. Just that they needed to be quiet. I also told Breanna to keep her top on, just in case someone got up in the middle of the night to get a drink. I had a feeling as I kissed each one goodnight that my daughter was going to get a pussy full of cum within the hour.

I gave it a while, and then went to Sarah's room. She was lying in bed reading, and smiled when she saw me open the door.

"I was hoping you wouldn't wait too long," she said.

I was wearing a nightgown, but underneath I didn't have anything on. I always slept naked, ever since I could remember. It seemed Sarah did too. She was completely naked, with her breasts exposed to me without inhibition.

"I see you haven't changed a bit," I said, eyeing her chest.

She waved a hand at me dismissively. "Oh, come on. We've slept naked together before. Why would I start wearing pajamas now?"

I shed my nightgown and slid into bed with her. It wasn't a sexual display. When we were girls we were often naked together. This was just a way for us to rekindle that youthful experience. It was actually quite innocent. But I had a feeling our conversation wouldn't be.

"Where do we even start?" I asked her, sidling up next to her and holding her arm.

"I get the feeling you have more of a story to tell," she said. "But I think I should go first, because I'm afraid that you'll outdo me and I'll look tame in comparison."

"Have you always suspected?" I asked, referring to events that were thus far unspoken between us.

She shrugged. "I mean, since he was touching me, I just assumed he was touching you. I figured you either blocked it out, or just didn't want to talk about it. You seemed to be getting on with your life just fine, unlike me."

"So it affected you? In a bad way?"

"No, not necessarily. But it made it hard for my marriage. Brian just couldn't satisfy me in that special way. It was like a craving for something that I could never actually have."

I kissed her arm. "I know all about that craving. I practically invented it."

We both laughed.

"Yeah, well," she said, "I couldn't exactly get it from another man. Daddy died and Brian was the only person I could...fuck."

She knew that we used to say swears when we were little, trying to shock the other person. It was a silly game that we played as girls, but considering the subject it seemed appropriate.

"You and Daddy fucked, then?" I was finally able to ask her, since I was dying to know.

"Yes." She was quiet for a moment, but I didn't break free from holding her arm. "Are you disappointed with me?"

I looked up at her and touched her face. "Oh, Sarah baby, I would never be disappointed with you. I'm so happy you told me. Now we have something else in common."

She smiled, and something in our bond solidified at that very moment. Not that I would, but I felt that I could bend down and starting eating her pussy right now and she'd not only let me but be excited about it.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" she asked. Her eyes were sparkling, no doubt with tears of joy.

I nodded enthusiastically, my expression reflecting the sincerity of my words. "It was the best I ever had."

Suddenly we were embracing full on, and our naked bodies crushed against each other felt so good. More interestingly, I could feel her pussy on my hip and it felt wet.

"Sarah!" I exclaimed in mock surprise. "I'm your sister!"

She found that really funny, and I was afraid she would wake the kids with how loud she laughed. We both cracked up and had a nice sisterly moment of fun.

"I'm so glad you came," Sarah said finally, still hugging me. "Wanna have some fun?"

I eyed her carefully, but was smiling. "What do you have in mind?"

She had this devious look in her eyes. "Remember when we used to touch each other?"

I couldn't believe she was referring to that. When we were little and discovering our bodies, we used to touch each other's vaginas. It wasn't a big deal now, but bringing it up and obviously insinuating that we act it out again was.

"You're horny, aren't you?" I said.

She nodded. "Please, Mel. I haven't had sex in so long. I really need to get off. We can think about Daddy while we do it. I'm not a lesbian, but I really want to do this with you."

"Ok, ok," I assured her. "I'll do it. Just, don't beg. It's such a turn-off."

She playfully slapped my arm, and then sprawled out on the bed. "Have you ever been with a girl?"

I was so surprised by this side of my sister, but honestly part of me felt sorry for her because she was obviously so undersexed. I really wanted to make her feel good, even if it meant crossing some barriers that even I had never crossed.

"Maybe," I said, smiling.

"You sneak!" she said. "I bet you've done all sorts of things I've never done."

"It sounds like you've done everything with Daddy that I did."

I moved forward and propped myself up on my elbows between her legs. I was staring right at her pussy, which looked a lot like mine. She kept it shaved very close, and it was already red with excitement. She seemed embarrassed that I was so close to her like this, but she didn't hold back. She spread her legs even wider, and her pussy opened just a bit.

"Brian never ate my pussy," she confessed.

I looked up at her with all seriousness. I felt so sorry for her in this moment, that she hadn't ever enjoyed something that every woman should get to have. I didn't even say anything, I just lowered my face and planted my lips on her cunt.

It shocked her, even though she was basically hinting at me to do it, but after I started working her clit with my tongue, I heard a deep moan escape from her throat. I ate her pussy good, or at least what I thought was good since I didn't have much experience on the giving side of the act. I could tell when she started to climax even though she didn't warn me. Her pussy was so juicy and wet, when I went to slide a finger into her I could barely feel any friction.

Her reaction told me everything though. She grabbed my head and held it down on her cunt. I fingered her while I sucked on her clit, and she seemed to keep cumming for a long time. Her juices were soaking the sheets underneath us. My face was smeared with her cunt fluid, but I didn't care. This moment was all about her, and I wanted her to enjoy it. This didn't mean that we were lesbians, but it aroused both of us that we were related. Somehow that overcame the fact that we were the same gender.

I was in a frenzy eating her pussy, and it just seemed natural at that moment to snake my tongue down to her ass and munch on it. Her surprised moans told me it was the right thing to do. I lifted her ass off the bed and held it apart while I darted my tongue all around her tight anus and finally stuck the tip right into her pucker.

"Oh, Mel!" she exclaimed. "You're being so naughty!"

"Sssh," I scolded her while I ate her asshole. "The kids will hear you."

She put a hand over her mouth, and her eyes were shut tightly as she enjoyed the sensation of her own sister licking her butt. I finally stuck a finger into her and she nearly jumped off the bed. I was firmly manipulating her clit with my other hand, flicking it hard and rubbing it in circles.

"Oh god!" she cried out finally, and squirted right into my face.

I was taken aback by that, as I had never done it myself so powerfully. It was just like a cumshot, splashing against my nose. My mouth had dropped open instinctively, and her fluid dripped down and landed on my tongue. I just sat there like that, staring at her in astonishment.

She looked up at me, and for just a brief moment, there was a tension as we were forced to acknowledge the bad things we were doing right now. But after that moment broke, Sarah started laughing and couldn't stop. I must have followed suit because I eventually collapsed onto her, my head resting on her stomach.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we did that!" she said.

"You really needed that," I said, resting my chin on her stomach as I looked up at her.

"Thank you, Mel," she said. "Daddy never made me squirt like that."

I smiled, remembering fondly the times Daddy would eat me out, pussy and ass.

"I still see him," I blurted out.

She looked down at me and frowned. "What do you mean?"

I wasn't sure how she'd respond, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell someone.

"I know it's all in my head," I started. "But once in a while he talks to me, and when I talk back he answers."

"Really?" She seemed interested, and sat up, both of us totally oblivious that her cunt juice was still dripping down my face.

"Usually when I'm feeling lonely or when I get that craving."

"I know what you mean," Sarah replied. "I get that same feeling. But I've never had him talk to me before."

"It's just my crazy imagination," I admitted. "But it helps me when I can't satisfy the craving."

I left out the fact that I had found a way to satisfy the craving as of late. But I wasn't going to tell my sister about that yet.

"Well, you can't do anything else to satisfy it," she said. "Except eat your sister's pussy..."

I smiled at her and reached for her tits. I groped them both openly, without any bit of modesty or inhibition.

"There's nothing like a nice big cock though," I said, smiling. "Tom's isn't as big as Daddy's was."

Sarah nodded. "I know what you mean. Brian's is pretty damn small. I'd take what I could get, though, the few times he would fuck me."

"I figured, you know, once you had Kristie, that things were better between you. But it didn't last?"

Sarah shook her head. "Kristie was a blessing, for sure. But not a sign of all the sex we were having. I think he thought it would shut me up if he finally got me pregnant. Guess not."

I hugged Sarah again, ignoring the fact that I hadn't received any sexual release myself yet. But that could always be done later, alone. Or with a certain young stud of a son.

"You should get some sleep," I said, moving off her bed.

"Wait," she said, "aren't you going to sleep with me?"

"Sure, but I need to shower first. Someone got me all wet."

Sarah smiled and winked. "Hey, I know you're not really into lesbian stuff or anything, but there's a vibrator under the sink that's waterproof."

I laughed. "Oh, you're bad. But so am I. Thanks."

I bounded off down the hall, completely naked with my nightgown under my arm, and hurried into the bathroom down the hall. I started the shower and let it run nice and hot before getting in. I skipped out on the vibrator, even though I was horny as hell after all that, and due to the fact that now I knew Sarah and Daddy fucked. That felt so good, knowing I could finally share that with someone.

After my shower, I had one of my sister's bathrobes on as I tiptoed down to the living room where my children were sleeping. They were underneath a nice big blanket, sleeping mostly separate unlike how I expected. But it was better if they didn't sleep curled up together. That would give too much away. Though I had a feeling something else might be given away before this weekend was over.

"Matt," I whispered, and poked my son on the shoulder.

His eyes opened. "Mom?"

I opened my bathrobe to show him I was naked underneath. "I need to fuck."

Breanna stirred but just rolled further onto her side. Apparently she was going to stay sleeping while her mother and brother had quiet sex next to her.

Being quiet was hard, but I managed to keep things soft and gentle while I rode Matt's big cock. I didn't bother to suck him off first, I just needed his meat inside of me. I did all the work, guiding his penis into my hot wet pussy and sliding up and down on it. I let him grope my tits while we fucked, and finally I felt the climax building in me. He must have felt it too, because he started fingering my clit.

"Yes!" I hissed, keeping my voice to a whisper. "Yes, honey..."

I came hard on my son's cock, and moments later he came too inside of me. I felt his sperm splashing my walls as his powerful spurts filled me. He grunted and groaned, and I held a finger to his lips to remind him to keep quiet. I glanced over at Breanna who was still sleeping. Somehow that was sexy in and of itself, knowing that she had no idea what was going on right next to her. I let Matt enjoy his orgasm, clenching onto his cock and moving my hips to massage him to total satisfaction. When he seemed satisfied, letting out a long sigh, I leaned down to kiss him gently and then rose up and off of him.

"Thanks, babe," I said, and went back upstairs to Sarah's room, giving no thought to how I would explain a cum stain on my side of the sheets if she saw it.

If it hadn't been so dark, maybe I would have seen someone hiding around the corner in the kitchen, watching us. If I had paid more attention, and not been so distracted by the need to fuck, I might have seen Kristie standing there in her pajama shorts and camisole, spying on the forbidden scene that had just played out. She must have been getting a drink, or maybe had heard some of the commotion that her mother and I had made. Or maybe Matt and I were louder than I realized.




The Craving



If only I had noticed that she had just watched me fuck my son, I might have been afraid. But since I hadn't, I would hurry up to my sister's room and fall asleep naked next to her without realizing what my niece now knew. I would have seen the girl's shocked expression, the wide eyes and frozen stance, and perhaps the way she stared at her cousin as he laid with his slimy cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. I would have seen her gasp at its size, and reach down her shorts to touch her pussy absently while she thought about what it would feel like inside of her.

If only...

Chapter 8

I woke up with an arm around me, and instinctively thought it belonged to my husband Tom. I smiled and rolled over, but even before I opened my eyes I could feel something different about the warm body that was next to me. I smiled even wider when I realized it was my sister, Sarah. She was still asleep, so I cuddled up to her and enjoyed the feel of her naked body against mine.

I almost drifted off again, but then a familiar voice kept me awake.

"You're not mad, are you?" Daddy asked.

Sometimes I spoke out loud to him when I was alone, which was usually when he appeared in my mind. I had to keep quiet now though, and only answer him with my thoughts.

"About you and Sarah?" I asked, knowing that must be what he was referring to.

"She was never a replacement for you," he answered. "I loved you both, equally."

I smiled. "I know, Daddy. I just can't see how you were able to keep up with both of us. If she was as horny as I was, that is."

"Oh, she was. But you were a bit more energetic. Somehow, I found the strength to endure both of you."

I almost laughed at that. I could imagine Sarah as a horny young thing, eager like me for her Daddy's touch.

"Are you going to be able to keep up with both of your children?" he asked.

"Well, I really only need to keep up with Matt, and he has his sister to fuck too. If anything, he's the one who needs to worry."

"I always wanted to see you and your sister come together. Watching you both last night was quite a thrill."

I would have gasped if this conversation wasn't happening in my mind.

"You did? I would have done anything you wanted, if it made you happy. But I guess since we didn't know you were fucking both of us, that would be hard to bring up."

"You don't have to worry about missing out on that opportunity," he continued, "because your kids know what the other is doing. And now that you've had a taste of pussy with your sister, you shouldn't hold back from enjoying your daughter the same way."

I thought for a moment on that. "I'm not a lesbian, Daddy. I did what I did because I love Sarah and she needed it."

"It's the same with Breanna, my sweet little granddaughter. She'll feel the same way about it. Girls are special that way. They're wired differently when it comes to sex. They can enjoy each other even if they're not lesbians. You plan to keep fucking Sarah, don't you?"

I hadn't really thought further than this moment, but the prospect of it was exciting. I guess Daddy was right. Incest trumped any barrier that I might have constructed around my sexual desires.

"Maybe," I replied. "I wish you were here to watch us. And to help."

"I'm always watching, dear. Always."

Sarah stirred just then, and I was brought back to reality. She yawned and hugged me against her.

"Morning, sexy," she said. "I'm so glad you slept here with me. It was so nice to not be alone in bed after all this time."

I kissed her arm. "Maybe Kristie would sleep with you too, if you asked her."

Sarah shrugged. "She does her own thing, I don't know if I would ever have the guts to ask her. And then there's the whole naked thing."

"She'll be fine with it," I said dismissively. "It's not like you'll make her eat your pussy, and your ass, and take your squirt to the face."

Sarah's eyes went wide as she smiled and swung her pillow at my face. A small pillow fight ensued until I finally gave up and hopped off the bed.

"Why don't I make everyone breakfast?" I offered, pulling on the robe I had been wearing after my shower last night.

"That sounds great!" Sarah said, heading for her adjoining bathroom. "I'll be down after a shower."

I made sure my robe was securely fastened and I left Sarah's room to head to the kitchen. Matt and Breanna were both already at the dinner table, sitting across from each other and apparently just talking. I kept finding myself relieved that they weren't acting like two horny teenagers in love. Maybe they had a better handle on this incest stuff than I thought. Still, it was comforting. I still didn't know as of yet that I had actually been spied on last night fucking my son in the living room, by my niece Kristie.

"How did you two sleep on that mattress?" I asked as I rummaged through Sarah's cupboards.

Matt just smiled. "Great!"

Breanna seemed indifferent. Maybe he hadn't told her that the two of us had sex right next to her. I had a hard time believing he wouldn't brag about that to her.

"Hungry," Breanna said with a yawn. "Are you making breakfast?"

"Yep." I found some pancake mix and just enough eggs to scramble for everyone. "Is Kristie up yet?"

"I don't think so," Matt said.

Sarah came down eventually, her hair wet from her shower, wearing shorts and a simple t-shirt. She kissed both of my children on the head as she passed them.

"I hope that inflatable mattress was comfortable enough for you both," she said. "If you come to visit more often, maybe I'll see about getting a pullout sofa."

"It was ok," Breanna said. "The company was the worst part."

We all laughed, but I was actually surprised that Breanna was keeping up the appearance of the normal sibling rivalry that most brothers and sisters would have. Sleeping with their sibling of the opposite sex would normally be almost repulsive, after all. I wondered if they messed around before, or after, Matt and I had our tryst.

"Aww, I'm sorry," Sarah said. "We can throw some cushions down somewhere else if you want to sleep separate."

I quickly dismissed the notion. "They're fine with their current sleeping arrangements. No need to go to extra trouble."

Breanna winked at me, slyly enough that no one else saw. I would have to be careful with that girl, else she do something unexpected that I wouldn't have a quick response to cover over.

Soft footsteps alerted us to Kristie finally joining us. I barely looked up from making breakfast to acknowledge her, but even with just a glance I could tell she was especially shy this morning. She was staring right at me for a good long while, then at Matt, then at the floor. Something was bothering her, or maybe I just didn't know her personality good enough yet. I hoped that would change by the end of the trip.

"Kristie, what do you want?" I asked. "Pancakes, eggs, bacon?"

She was still wearing her pajama shorts and camisole, not immodest by any means by very relaxed for the setting. Maybe that was how she and Sarah were, since after all it was just the two women here. Kristie was a young adult by now. I knew Matt wouldn't mind seeing his cousin like this, and I secretly had no problem with that, but the mother in me still had an inkling that it was too revealing.

"...Eggs," she finally answered, and quickly found a seat at the table. I noticed she didn't sit next to either Matt or Breanna, but instead on one of the sides between them.

"That's my little bird," Sarah said. "Hardly eats anything in the morning."

Kristie was totally quiet the rest of breakfast, just listening to everyone else talk and wordlessly eating her scrambled eggs. When she was finished, it seemed she wouldn't look anyone in the eye. But something kept making me think she was staring lasers into me, even though when I would glance over at her she wasn't.

I had an idea, just in case there was something she needed to talk to her mother privately about. Maybe having Matt, Breanna and I here was making her uncomfortable. I knew how young girls were, with their drama and thinking every little thing they felt was earth-shattering.

"How about Matt and Breanna and I go to the store this morning and get something for a nice dinner tonight."

"We can all go," Sarah suggested, but I was already on top of it.

"I want it to be a surprise for you and Kristie," I said. "We won't be gone long, I promise. Then we can all go do something fun."

Sarah seemed a bit confused, but when I kept motioning with my eyes at Kristie, she seemed to get what I was trying to do.

"Ok," she agreed. "I can't wait to see what you have planned. Kristie and I will clean up the dishes then."

Kristie nodded and was immediately in the kitchen, collecting the pans and plates into the sink. Something was definitely bothering that girl, and I felt bad about it. I had no idea, of course, that I was the source of her troubled spirit. But I knew Sarah would help her with whatever it was.

Something as simple as a trip to the grocery store was so pleasant with just me and my kids. Even though the three of us were having a secret forbidden sexual relationship, we were also still a family. We laughed and joked around while we picked out things to eat tonight. Matt and Breanna continued to behave like a normal brother and sister, which I knew was not as easy as it may have seemed. The sexual tension between them must have been there, after all, but they kept it below the surface. They could release that tension later anyway.

I dragged things out a bit to give my sister plenty of time to talk to her daughter. I hoped nothing serious was happening. On the car ride back, I thought to ask my own children if they knew what was going on with her. But I decided against it, as I didn't want to alert them that something was wrong if they didn't already know.

When we came back to the house, Sarah was in her office and I didn't see Kristie. I let Matt and Breanna put things away while I went to talk to her.

"Is everything ok?" I asked, talking softly so no one else would hear.

Sarah smiled. "As far as I can tell. I'm not sure what you may have thought was going on with her, but she didn't say anything was wrong."

I was surprised at that, judging from the way the girl had been acting earlier. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "She talks to me about stuff, so I'm sure she wouldn't hold back if it was important."

I shrugged. "Ok, glad to hear it then."

Chapter 9

The rest of the day we lounged around and chatted, and the kids did the same pretty much. They took Kristie out for a while to have some fun, maybe go to the mall or whatever kids did nowadays. Sarah and I talked about Daddy quite a bit, and shared stories of some of the things he did with each of us.

It was very comforting to picture Daddy fucking Sarah while at the same time he was fucking me. I should have been jealous, maybe angry even. That seemed to be the logical emotion to be feeling. But I wasn't. I was only happy to know that my sister, who I loved, had experienced the same wonderful relationship with her father that I had. My pussy was soaking after hearing her basically talk dirty to me as we shared our very detailed and depraved experiences.

"Are you as hot and bothered as I am?" she asked with a smile after finishing a particularly filthy tale.

I nodded. "Wanna masturbate, like old times?"

She laughed, but did reach her hand down into her shorts. We had always been close like this, even touching each other as children. We had never seriously sought sexual release with each other though, only played around. This would be two full grown adults both openly touching themselves in the presence of the other. It felt naughty, just like I loved.

We watched each other carefully as we rubbed our wet cunts. I reached into my shorts just like Sarah was doing, not showing each other our goods but it was quite obvious what we were up to. We weren't hiding anything from the other, it was just more convenient to quickly rub one out without getting naked. The kids could come back at any moment, after all.

Sarah let out a long ragged sigh as she found the right spot on her clit, and rubbed it around and around in a circle. She was only distantly aware of me, I could tell from her face. Apparently she really needed to cum. I was right there with her, too. 

I sunk two fingers into my dripping cunt and roughly pulled upward on my hole. I really needed a big cock in there, and knew I'd be fucking my son as soon as we could manage it. I found myself fascinated with the idea of telling Sarah everything about me and my kids. I loved the idea of watching her fuck Matt too. But that would leave Kristie completely in the dark, alone while the rest of the family was having their fun. And I would never think about telling Kristie about us without her mother's consent. That was not for me to reveal to her.

Sarah came while I was thinking about that, and I realized I hadn't been paying enough attention to my pussy. I quickly rubbed harder and faster, and saw her smiling at me very contentedly as I finally climaxed myself. It felt good, but wasn't entirely satisfying.

"It's probably not the same as getting cock," Sarah said, very relaxed now. "But it sure does in a pinch."

"Do you masturbate much these days?" I asked, still fingering myself but in a completely casual tone.

She nodded. "Unfortunately, it's all I have. Kristie and I have an understanding about that."

My curiosity was piqued now, since she mentioned her daughter. "Oh?"

"Remember the vibrator in the bathroom? We both use it. It's probably not the most conventional mother-daughter arrangement, but I figure if I'm having orgasms all by myself, she's entitled to also. It's not like she isn't doing it on her own anyway. We might as well be open about it."

I smiled. "I don't suppose she knows about...Daddy."

Sarah's eyes went wide, but she laughed. "No, I haven't told anyone except you about that. I don't know what she'd think if she knew. She probably thinks her old mom is a prude, or an old maid."

"I'm sure she doesn't think that," I assured her, finally withdrawing my fingers from my pussy. "Does she date much?"

"You mean, is she getting it regularly?" Sarah corrected me. "I don't think so. She hasn't told me she lost her virginity. I think she would, though."

Interesting, indeed. If the girl was a virgin, it might make her more inclined towards incest. A big part of fucking Daddy was learning about sex, and doing it with someone I trusted completely. If the girl was as shy as she seemed, maybe a motherly hand guiding her in the ways of pleasure would be welcome.

"Have you ever thought about...you know..." I didn't say the words, but I think she caught my drift.

"With my own daughter?" Sarah thought for a moment. "I mean, I don't consider myself attracted to girls, but I know it's not the same with family. Like you and I, for instance. It wouldn't be that I was attracted to her as a woman, but I guess I could see myself interacting with her on a maternal level. What do you think?"

I couldn't help but jump on that. "I would thoroughly enjoy showing my daughter how to masturbate, how to make herself feel as good as possible."

"Is that what you did?" she asked.

I guess I didn't realize that I was basically saying what I would do in her shoes, and since I did have a daughter, it only made sense that she would think along those lines.

"No," I admitted. "Breanna isn't like Kristie in that sense. She's very independent. I've talked to her about things of the sort. If she needed it though, I certainly would. Do you think Kristie needs help in that area?"

"Maybe. I know she wouldn't refuse, but I couldn't just make her do it. I would want her to want to."

"Maybe I can help with that," I offered. "I can approach her as a concerned aunt, see if I can make her comfortable enough to tell me how she's doing in that regard. Would you be ok with that?"

Sarah nodded. "Oh, I would absolutely love that. Ever since Brian left, I've been really worried about Kristie. She's become a bit of a recluse."

"I would steer her your way," I said. "But if you don't mind, I could also show her some things..."

Sarah nodded. "I wouldn't have any problem with that. I know you could share some things with her, for sure."

That sent my mind spinning. While I was not sexually attracted to the girl, per se, I was attracted to the idea of encouraging incest. Would Kristie let me, though? I thought about it intently until the kids returned home later that afternoon.

Kristie seemed in better sorts now. Maybe hanging around her cousins was helping to bring her out of her shell. I could sense a difference when she looked at me, too. There wasn't that same feeling of tension in the air. I was sure Matt and Breanna wouldn't have clued her in as to the incestuous nature of our family, so that wasn't it. I would still have some work to do on that front.

Dinner went well, if I did say so. I was a good cook, after all. I sat next to Matt at the dinner table while we ate, and he was fidgety. I knew he was horny and tried to settle him by touching first his leg and then resting my hand on his crotch. He was so hard and thick beneath his shorts. There was no way he would be able to stand up without revealing it. I should have left him alone, but I couldn't help myself. I starting stroking him off through his shorts. He was very good at hiding his reaction, but his cock was jumping and throbbing. I needed to get him alone for a quick blowjob to ease his nerves.

I finally excused myself to go to the bathroom, and figured if Matt was able to, he would find a way to join me. I left the door cracked a bit, as an invitation to him. After a minute or so, probably how long it took him to calm down and let his erection subside, I heard him approach from down the hallway.

"Mom?" he whispered as he carefully opened the door.

"Come in, Matt," I said, smiling at him. "This has to be quick, though."

He must have been reading my mind, because he closed the door behind him and starting unzipping his shorts. The door hadn't latched, but normally it would stay all the way closed the way he left it. However, it had started opening on its own and stayed cracked again, maybe two inches at the most. I didn't notice, and neither did he of course in his current state of intense arousal.

"I'm gonna blow any minute," he said, releasing his giant cock from its confines in his underwear.

I licked my lips, never tiring of seeing his wonderful penis. I knelt in front of him and began stroking his length, hearing him moan as I did so. He was already leaking precum. That was good, because I really didn't want this take very long. Who knows what the rest of the family would think if they knew we were both in the bathroom together.

I lowered my mouth to his cock and began sucking on it. I firmly stroked his shaft with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. I knew I could make him cum almost instantly, and yet part of me still wanted to savor the experience. That was part of my creed, after all, to make each and every fuck with my son and daughter as pleasurable as possible. I released his cock from my mouth and bent lower to suck on his balls.

"Oh, Mom..." He sighed raggedly, obviously enjoying this.

Normally I wouldn't look away from what I was doing, since I was typically very involved in my blowjobs. I couldn't even say that something caught my eye because it really hadn't. It was more like a feeling that we were being watched. I kept sucking and licking Matt's balls, but I diverted my eyes off to the side where the door was. I realized it was cracked, not shut like I had thought. My heart nearly stopped as I saw a pair of eyes in the crack.

Something told me to keep going, to hide the fact that I had seen the person there. If it was Breanna, then everything was fine. If it was Sarah, the world wouldn't be over but I would certainly have some explaining to do.