22 comments/ 428856 views/ 77 favorites Sordid Conception By: Chile Peeler Part One Sharon Larrington sat quietly at the table in the breakfast nook, stirring her tea and thinking about her daughter's problem. Brenda had come by four months ago to "just visit" but soon after arriving she had broached the subject that had really brought her over. . . "I could use some advise. . . some medical advise," Brenda had said as she'd watched her cleaning out her bedroom closet. "What is it, dear?" Sharon had asked, looking at her as she folded an old sweater. Sharon was a registered nurse at the small hospital in Little Falls; being asked medical stuff by her family wasn't out of the ordinary. "Chris and I have been trying to get pregnant for almost a year......." Brenda began, ".....and nothing's happened." Sharon's natural reaction was to tell Brenda to not rush into child-rearing, partly because of her own experiences of having two children before she was barely 20. Brenda was 22, almost 23. Sharon and her husband had made it with the help of their parents. Chris and Brenda could do the same, if necessary. "Well, at least you're having fun trying, right?" Sharon teased her daughter. Brenda smiled at that. Sharon would bet that Chris was happy to deliver the goods to Brenda every night. They were both so touchie-feelie with each other, even when they were visiting her. And Brenda was a pretty girl -- a very pretty girl with long black hair, a roundish face with green eyes and a full pair of lips. She had a nice hourglass figure with a large pair of breasts and flaring hips - breeding hips as they were called. The only thing that detracted from her looks was a somewhat jumbled set of teeth; when Brenda smiled it was noticeable. Her other son, Brad, called her Vampyra or Snaggletooth behind her back but Sharon had noticed that Brad looked at her that certain way that young 19 year old boys do. Sharon could just imagine her oldest son's enthusiasm when Brenda shucked off her baggy jeans and T-shirt, exposing her milky white skinned Venus-like body. Oh, to be that young again! "Have you seen your doctor? To check if everything is in working order," Sharon had asked as she turned back into the closet. "Well, that's why I really brought this whole matter up," Brenda had said, sounding worried. "I saw Dr. Evans a few weeks ago and he did some tests. He says everything is fine....with me." Sharon had caught the way she had ended her sentence. Was there something wrong with Chris then? "Has Chris had his sperm count tested?" Sharon said, turning back, folding an ugly blouse that she hadn't worn in years. Sharon could see that Brenda was under some stress at this point in the conversation. "Sharon, I'm gonna tell you this but you can't tell Chris. Promise?" "Sure, honey, go ahead." Sharon had a weakness for gossip or secrets...God knows she had a few herself. "I took a sample to be tested last week but Chris doesn't know I took it." "Why the secrecy?" "Chris is just weird that way. He says if it's gonna happen, it will happen. He just didn't want to have himself tested." Sharon could see Chris saying that - he was such a weird egg sometimes. "So you, um, collected some of his sperm without him knowing?" "Yeah," Brenda had admitted. "I got the results back yesterday. Chris has a very low count." "But not low enough that you couldn't get pregnant?" Sharon asked, hoping Brenda wasn't going to tell her that she wouldn't be having any grandchildren from their marriage. "It's possible that we could have a baby.....but the odds aren't very good. Dr. Evans says it could be as low as 1 in 100," Brenda had said sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Brenda. It's going to be okay," Sharon had said in real encouragement. But she knew it may not be. Conceiving was hard enough without the odds they were facing. "Sharon, I want to have children. If Chris can't make that happen....." Brenda had looked down and trailed off her sentence. "Are you saying that you'd leave Chris?" Sharon asked. "I love Chris, I really do. I'm not going to leave him. But I'll be unhappy and that's no good." "There's always artificial methods," Sharon had offered. "I thought about that. I don't know if that's something we want to get into. I'm sure it's very expensive and we're not setting the world on fire financially. Plus, like I said, Chris would have to be told. And, to tell you the truth, I want it to happen naturally. I want to remember the moment it happens....not on some operating table with a bunch of strangers around." "Did Dr. Evans explain different positions that can help improve your chances?" Sharon asked. "Yeah, I'm going to start using those. Maybe we'll get lucky." "Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Sharon had put on her best face to give Brenda hope. Sharon snapped back into the present and finished drinking her coffee. She had made her mind up to suggest her plan to Brenda when she came over later in the morning. It was an unusual solution to the problem but it made sense in a way. Everyone would be happy if all were willing and that was the important thing. * * * * * * * Brenda got to her house around noon and Sharon made them some salads. They sat out on the back deck and ate, watching hummingbirds feed at a flowers nearby. "Brenda, I've been thinking about your situation. About having a baby. I'd like to suggest a solution." Brenda looked at her hopefully. "Now as I see it, this baby business is putting a strain on your marriage. We need to get you pregnant." "Believe me, we've tried everything," Brenda said, putting her fork down and leaning back in her chair. "All those positions that were suggested, plotting my cycle......it's discouraging. But what kind of solution did you have in mind?" "What I'm going to suggest, you'll have to keep an open mind about it...don't dismiss it out of hand." "All right, Sharon. Tell me. The suspense is killing me." Brenda made her voice sound overly dramatic to lighten the discussion. "These are the important points to remember: One, you want to get pregnant. Two, you want it to occur naturally, which I can understand, believe me. I can still remember both occasions when I conceived Chris and Brad. Now, we got to face facts about Chris. He's had his chance but he's failed." "God, Sharon...you don't pull any punches," Brenda said, laughing lightly. "We've got to be pragmatic about this thing," Sharon said seriously. "The big question is this: Could you love a child that is not Chris's?" "Are you talking about adopting?" Brenda said confused. They had not talked about adoption in the past but Sharon knew that wasn't an acceptable solution. Brenda just wasn't seeing where she was leading her. "No, remember you want this to be your child. You want it to happen naturally." "Sharon, you're confusing me. Just tell me what it is." "If Chris can't do the job, would you consider having someone else be the actual father?" Sharon saw Brenda get what she was driving at. Her mouth fell a little open. "You're suggesting that I have sex with someone else to get pregnant?" "Yes, dear, I am...but not just anyone. I've got someone in mind. But first let me know if the idea is so repugnant that you wouldn't consider it." Brenda sat there for a moment, looking off into space as she thought about what Sharon had suggested. "Sharon, it is a little surprising to hear you suggest something like this," Brenda began, "My mother would never have been able to talk with me this way. I know you're only suggesting this because you want me and Chris to be happy. I've got to admit that the thought had crossed my mind. About sleeping with someone else." Sharon knew they were way over the hump with her admission. "I suppose I could live with the secret. I know Chris and I would love the kid to death," Brenda finished. "Oh, I know you guys would. That's the only reason I would suggest such a thing. And there's a way we can do it to make it easier for you to live with. I wouldn't want you to consider it cheating on Chris. Chris has your heart, I know that." "So, who did you have in mind?" Brenda asked in a voice that said she was considering Sharon's suggestion. "I was thinking of Brad," Sharon said. "Brad?!" Brenda said with real shock in her voice. "Wait, let me tell you my reasoning," Sharon said, patting Brenda's arm. "I know it's a wild proposal, having your husband's brother be the father, but here's why I think it makes sense. First of all, Brad and Chris carry very similar genetic make-ups so the child will actually have a little bit of Chris as its make-up. Secondly, because Brad is family already, he's less likely to try to cause problems later on. In a small town like the Falls, word is bound to get around if you slept with one of the other men in this town. They go down to those bars and drink and tell tales. With Brad, you're not going to have some guy suddenly crop up and claim his rights, like visitation. Which leads into my third point, you'll be able to see the real father interact with the child on a regular basis." "Wow, Sharon...you've really thought this thing out. How do you know Brad would even be willing to do this? Having a kid is a big responsibility and Brad's not the model of responsibility." Sharon had to agree with that. Brad was 19 and, like most teenagers, he believed in enjoying himself above all else. Someone looking at him would have doubts about the kind of person he was. He wore his brown hair longer than Sharon liked and hung out with a bunch of similarly minded teenagers. He'd admitted to smoking marijuana but only in party situations. And he was a bit crude in the language department. But Sharon overlooked these things because she knew he was a good person at heart and he had been such a help to her after his father had past away. "Brad's not going to have to be up changing diapers at 3 A.M., you will be. And Chris. Brad's life won't change that much," Sharon said. "Have you talked with Brad about this?" Brenda asked. "Heavens no! I didn't want to give Brad any ideas like this. First, you agree to it and then I'll bring it up to Brad. But I wouldn't tell him that you were already willing. I'd just make it seem like I was approaching him first with the idea," Sharon sipped her ice tea and watched Brenda think about what she was suggesting. "Sharon, everything you've said makes sense," Brenda finally said with a smile. "Just having someone else know the secret will help me because I could always talk to you.... I guess, as crazy as it seems, I'd be willing to do it. With Brad." "Brenda, I think that's great. Chris is so lucky to have a wife like you." "Well, I don't know if what we're going to do is 'great' but it does make sense." They finished eating and walked their dishes back inside the kitchen. Then Brenda raised a point that Sharon had thought about but not brought up yet. "Sharon, how do I know Brad isn't like Chris?" "I did think about that. Obviously, we'll have to get Brad tested too. I know some people over at the clinic in Chapel's Gate. You could go over there and get the tests done with no problem. I wouldn't want you going through Dr. Evans again. He might get suspicious if Brad is healthy and than talk to Chris and that's a whole can of worms we shouldn't even open." Sharon was washing off the dishes in the sink as she said this and saw Brad pushing his motorcycle across the back yard. "Here comes Brad now," she said to Brenda. Brenda walked to the door to the deck and watched Sharon's younger, shirtless son push his broken or out-of-gas off-road motorcycle to the steps at the bottom of the deck. Then he picked the motorcycle up with a great heave and walked it up to the deck where he locked it up at night. Sharon, with a sideways glance, saw Brenda taking note of the muscles that Brad was unknowingly displaying to his brother's wife. It could be that Brenda might have agreed to her plan for more reasons than just propagation. Brad did have a nice body by all standards. It wasn't that he was really muscular; Sharon thought he resembled swimmers like she had watched in the Olympics. He had a definite V-shape to his upper body from riding his bike or doing pull-ups, whatever he was always up to. As Brad bent down to chain his bike to the railing, Brenda turned from the door and walked away to lean on the counter. "Just act like yourself," Sharon said and they shared a smile as Brad came through the door. Fucking bike, Brad thought, standing up after locking it to the deck railing. Something was always breaking on the damn thing. Ought to let someone steal it and get Mom to buy me a new one. He had no doubts that his mother would if he asked her. Since his father had past away and Chris had moved out of the house, she'd been pouring all her affection on him, that was for sure. Giving his bike a kick, he walked inside. And came up short when he saw Brenda standing in the kitchen with his mother. Brenda would look good wearing a burlap sack and she looked fantastic in a pair of short shorts and a tank top that did little to hide those big round knockers. Man, his brother was one lucky SOB. "Hey girls," he said closing the door and sweeping his hand back through his longish hair. "Brad, you're a mess. You got grass in your hair," his mother said. "Yeah, I took a frigging header out in McAnnally's field. Had to push the damn bike all the way back." "You're going to break your neck one day," Brenda chimed in as she pulled her hair back and hooked it behind her ear. "It's a distinct possibility," Brad said with a forced laugh. Brenda was no comedian but with a body like hers, who the hell cared. "When I'm doing a Chris Reeves you can come over and tell me 'I told you so!'" Brad stepped close to his sister and grabbed the back of her neck and started playfully shaking her. She twisted out of his grasp but not before he got a good view down her top. "Cut it out, Brad," she said, swinging her long hair around with a twist of her head. "Brad, go take a shower. You're filthy and I'm sure you smell as well," his mother said, snapping a dish towel at his legs. "O.K., O.K....I can tell when I'm not wanted." He opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. His mother let him drink around the house. "Shower beer," he said reverently to the can of Olympia. "Those don't buy themselves," his mother said as he moved toward the stairs. "I'll buy some more later. Promise." He went upstairs with Brenda's deep cleavage running through his mind. "You want me to have one of those," Brenda kidded Sharon after Brad was gone. "Brad's a good kid. You could do a lot worse," Sharon said and meant it. "But the only thing he's going to give you is one little sperm. It's up to you and Chris to make it into what you want from there on. So, should I ask him tonight or do you want to think about it? There's no hurry." "Not that I'm backtracking but how exactly do you envision the actual act happening, if everything goes forward without a hitch," Brenda asked. "Well, it's not like you have to make love with Brad. You could wear a long T-shirt so you wouldn't be naked. And Brad could just do his business. To tell you the truth, I'm sure Brad would probably be quick about it, if you know what I mean." "Sharon!" Brenda said, smiling from ear to ear in amazement. "Well, you know, I think Brad would find the whole thing very stimulating. Being with you, his brother's wife. I think he's got a crush on you if the truth be known." "I sort of thought he did," Brenda said shuffling her feet, the smile still on her face. "Just as long as he understands that this is just going to be a one time occurrence....." Brenda trailed off. "Well, honey, it might take only once. We'd want to do it on the day that you're most fertile, so we'll arrange it that way. It may make sense to do it more than once. Maybe two days in a row to make sure it takes. But it may not even happen that first time. We might have to do it again on another cycle. You're going to have to commit to doing it until it happens -- otherwise you'll have nothing to show for it." "Oh yeah, I understand that. I don't know what else to say but thanks again, Sharon. I feel like such a weight has been lifted off of me. There's this light at the end of the tunnel now." Brenda gave her a hug and said she'd call in the morning to hear what Brad thought of the whole idea. "Alright, now go home and be with your husband," Sharon said as she walked her daughter to the front door. "Who knows, maybe tonight you guys will take care of the whole thing by yourselves." She watched Brenda drive off and then closed the door. Leaning against it, she thought about how she was going to tell Brad about what she and Brenda had cooked up. Part Two Later that night, she was cleaning the dishes from dinner when Brad came in from the living room. "Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the counter by the sink. "Brad, you can see that I'm almost done," she said. "Why do you always do that?" "Because I'm an asshole?" Brad said as if he were guessing at a school question. "You're not an asshole," Sharon chuckled and flicked soap bubbles on him. "It's Saturday night. Where are you off to tonight?" "Oh, I thought I'd stay in tonight," Brad said simply. Sharon smiled at his statement. She always enjoyed it when Brad didn't go out and spent some time with her. Her husband had been killed in an auto accident three years ago and Chris had moved out with Brenda almost right after that. Thank goodness for Brad. "Good," she said, drying her hands with a dish towel. "There's something I need to talk with you about later." * * * * * * Sharon got ready for bed around 9:30 that night, earlier than usual. Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, she unhooked the front snap on her bra as she studied her face. At 39, she thought she might have hit her prime. Being widowed had caused her to take stock and get herself looking her best; she wasn't the type that liked to be without male companionship. Her sex drive had always been strong. Getting pregnant with Chris at the young age of 16 had been a byproduct of that. She'd changed her hairstyle to a short, sassy cut to accentuate her long neck and added some blonde highlights to contrast with her natural brown. She had a narrow chin, a thin-lipped mouth, and a narrow, slightly upturned, nose. Her eyes had always bothered her - they had always looked to her like they bulged too far out of their sockets and had made her look older than she had been. But now nearing 40, the age of her green eyes appeared to now match the rest of her. She shrugged off her bra and placed it on the counter in front of her. Her breasts were cute, cupcake-sized mounds that had sagged just a little over the years but they look good just above the outline of her ribcage. She had always been thin, with the body of a dancer but none of the grace. She ran her hand down her front, still not happy with the little belly she had been trying to shake for years and years. At least her legs and butt were still in good shape - no cellulite showing anywhere. "Don't be so hard on yourself," she said to her reflection and pushed her panties down off her hips, working them down past mid-thigh until they fell around her ankles on their own. "No one's complaining about the equipment." She brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair briefly, posed sideways in the mirror to check out her backside and then satisfied, she turned off the light and walked into her bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat for a fraction of a second, as it always did, when she saw her young strapping son waiting for her in her bed. Brad was laying there, so at ease with his body and his nudity and with what they were going to do again. Sordid Conception He saw her come into view and rolled on his side facing her as she padded to the bed, his eyes drinking in her body. "You keep getting better and better looking," he said. "It's nice to be appreciated," Sharon said and sat on the bed beside his reclining figure, her left leg folded underneath her as she twisted her torso to face him. "Like I appreciate you staying in tonight to be with me." "You know I love it, Mom," Brad said, his left hand moving to rub the inside of her left thigh. "The girls in this town got nothing on you. If you appreciate it so much, why don't we do away with the rationing shit?" Sharon smiled at his enthusiasm and began stroking the top of his hips with her right hand. If he only knew the willpower it took on her part to not let him stay in her bed every night. Since their lovemaking had started, she'd always limited it to twice a week. She wanted him to be out dating and doing all the rest of the things that boys his age did; she wanted him to be as normal as he could be. "We talked about that, Brad," she said, "There are nights I lie here and wish you were here too." "This is going to make three times this week, Mom," Brad pointed out, his hand coming awfully close to her womanhood. "I don't see the house getting ready to fall down around our ears. I bet we could do it say....... every other night.....without warping me any more than I already am." Sharon could feel herself weakening on the point. He was no longer 17, after all. He'd handled their new relationship well up to this point and he did date and nail a lot of girls in his bedroom with her blessing. "You're not warped, dear," Sharon said simply as she stretched out on her side facing him, her right leg moving up on the bed to slide between his knees. "You're just horny like all boys your age. Maybe we should expand our activities a little more." She cupped his beaming face with her hands as his left hand moved up over her hip and pulled her tight against him. It felt so good to be held by a man, any man, since her husband had died. That Brad would ever do it would never have entered her mind had he not tried to seduce her one night when he was almost 18. It had been a shock when he'd tried to kiss her, really kiss her, that night as they sat on the couch watching TV. She'd reacted like any mother would have at first. Brad had gone to his room that night thinking he was a real heel. But Sharon had thought about it and thought about it after he had left. She didn't want to have to find another man and remarry. Little Falls had little to offer anyway in the men department. But she did have needs, needs that hadn't been met for over a year after the funeral. It would be wrong to do what Brad wanted but it would fill a void in her life as well. So after midnight that night, she had gone to his room and made his wish come true. And she hadn't regretted it ever. "Every other night, right?" Brad wanted to confirm their new deal. Sharon let her lips answer him. She planted a few butterfly soft kisses on his chin, each time moving a little closer to his mouth, her finger running through his long hair. She thought she would really prolong this kissing tease, doing his nose and cheeks before offering her lips to his but her son, always the caveman, moved his mouth on hers and she relented when his tongue slid inside her mouth. Giving herself over to the deep soul kissing they both enjoyed, she felt him pushing her on her back and his young body partially covered hers. His mouth finally left hers and he began kissing down her neck as she held his head. She could feel his hot thick erection digging into her thigh and she got wetter between her legs, knowing he'd be fucking her soon. "Oh, Brad, you always get me going," Sharon sighed. She had had the most exciting sex of her life with her son. Everything he did to her was magnified through the prism of incest. And she'd taught him well over their year and a half together, showed him everything she liked and some things that she didn't like but she would do because he enjoyed them. His lips moved out of the hollow of her neck and onto her sternum, his left hand sliding up her right side to push the tit-flesh of her right breast up toward her neck. She felt his tongue swiping back and forth across her breastbone, going lower. Even knowing it was coming, she still moaned out loud when his mouth swept to the side and he began sucking on the nipple of the breast he was holding. "Uuummmmm, oh, that's nice......aaaahhhhhhh," she encouraged her son as she closed her eyes. Her brownish-pink nipples were large for the size of her breasts. Slightly larger than knitting thimbles, they rose from half-dollar sized areolas. She loved having them sucked and had gotten off more than once in the past when Brad sucked on them. Brad gave her other nipple the same treatment, sucking and licking and lightly chewing on the sensitive nub for several minutes before his mouth began moving further down her torso. Sharon let her face fall sideways in the pillow and her legs fall open as his mouth worked down into her crotch. His body shifted further down the bed and she felt his hands holding the inside of her thighs open as his tongue began to lap at her excited genitalia. "Uuuummmmm....aahhhhhhh," she panted into her pillow as her son pressed his hot mouth fully on her furry slit. His tongue came out low, almost on her pee-hole and then slowly glided up over the pink entrance to her pussy, went over it, right up to the folds covering her clitoris. "Oh, Brraaadddddd." His mouth lifted and she heard him say, "Tell me what you want me to do, Mom." 'He's such a filthy boy,' Sharon thought. For the first year, he'd been happy just to have sex with her and both hadn't been very vocal in bed. But for the last six months, he'd been making her say all kinds of nasty things and she had too admit that it excited her. "Suck my pussy, Brad," she said huskily into the pillow. "And?" he prompted her for more. "Lick me....all over, baby.....stick your tongue up my pussy." His mouth dove back on her sex crack and Sharon thought she would explode right then and there. But the crest never came. She held it off as her son's mouth retreated again as he pulled the folds of flesh off her clit and licked it lovingly. His tongue sent electric jolts through her whole crotch and she wantonly pumped her loins up at her son's face. "You lovely boy," Sharon groaned as he sucked on her clit, drawing a good portion of her surrounding labia in his mouth at the same time. Her manicured fingers began pulling on her nipples as her son continued to go down on her, heightening the carnal lust that she tried to keep a lid on most of the week. Her son then turned his attention to her pussy entrance, swirling his tongue on its opening and pushing it inside her oily hole as well. "That feels good!" Sharon exclaimed, raising herself up on her elbows to see her son's face buried in her quivering crotch. His nose was pressed deep in her brown muff, grazing over her clit hood. Brad's eyes looked up at her and she could almost feel his lips start smiling around her slit. After a few seconds, he took his mouth away slightly and began to slide the index and middle fingers of his left hand into her oily pussy hole. She took them easily enough in her excited state. He slowly corkscrewed his fingers tenderly in her most intimate of places. She had him always loosen her up with his fingers before they coupled. Her son's erection wasn't very long, only average at about six inches, but it was very thick. Almost as thick as a soda can. She didn't know where he got that trait from; it sure hadn't been his father, God rest his soul. He fed another finger into her splayed womanhood and began to spread his hidden fingers outward as he twisted them between her lightly haired labia. His thumb, not by accident, kept rubbing across her clitoral region as his hand turned back and forth. "How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at her. "I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing his hair off his forehead in a motherly instinct. She could almost bet money on the position he'd choose. "In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big smile on his face, "Assume the position......of doggy submission!" He pulled his fingers from her pussy and sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up from his hairy pubes like a Stonehenge monolith. Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just loved to take her from behind. She liked just about any position if the truth was known. "You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting up and then twisting her body over so she was in the position he wanted, crouching on her hands and knees in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows just in front of her as Brad moved between her calves, his right hand coming up to stroke her puffy pouch of pussy nestled between the top of her thighs while his left hand lay on her butt. "I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like this...you got a great ass, Mom," Brad said complimentary. His knees spread her legs wider and his fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love to drive my hips into it while I fuck you." Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at Brad's bawdy talk and the way he was massaging the inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her husband never would have been able to use such language and she never would have experienced it if she's settled down with some older suitor from town. "You like to watch it shake while you screw me?" Sharon asked, giving him tit-for-tat. She looked back at him and could almost see his mind trying to think up a comeback. "You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm throwing Big Chubby to ya!" His left hand squeezed her asscheek to punctuate his statement. Big Chubby was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he used with all too much regularity. "Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said, moving her pussy back and forth suggestively around his digits, fucking herself on them. She was more than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use. "You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by day but when we get in this bed....man, you like it down and dirty, don't you?" He was almost laughing at her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot and moved even closer behind her, his figure now seeming to loom over her upthrust ass. His eyes were on her face as he dipped his knees slightly and slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It was apparent that he wanted an answer before he continued. "You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't sleep with her own son." Her words pleased Brad; he began to smile. She went further. "An angel doesn't get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck her all night!" That got him. She turned her face away from him and held her breath as he directed the tip of his cock against the flower of her pussyhole and pushed strongly. After all the times he had done this, he knew just the right pressure to apply to sock the fat head of his fucker past the resisting ring of her pussy portal. His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all night!" completely covered her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of pleasure and pain as he entered her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of discomfort but it went away quickly. "Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get fucked, you dirty, dirty angel." Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing the rest of his thick fuckstick through her splayed cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant being stuffed up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it. "Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so easy," Brad grunted as his strong hands held her ass and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch by wide inch. "Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said through gritted teeth. He always compared her to girls his own age that he dated and fucked; those high school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't reached to the point of maturity where they could accommodate her son or just didn't want to try. She'd been only too happy to cure his blue balls after those occasions. "Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a big final push, he sank his last three inches into her begrudging cunt in a bull rush. "Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite charge up her . Normally if he'd tried something like that, she'd have tore into him about being crude and uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that she didn't want to make a point of it. "Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely. "It's all right....just leave it in for a moment," she asked. She wanted her cuntal sheath to fully expand before her son started banging away. As they stayed still in the center of her bed, she dipped her head down to look back under her body. One thing about their taboo sex that she loved was to watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his man-cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic! Taking him on her hands and knees was her least favorite position for viewing the penetration but, through her dangling titties, she could watch his nuts and that held some charm. They're going to give Brenda what she wants. . .a big load or two of potent baby cream, Sharon thought. Brad just exuded virility and she was sure in her mind that he could knock up his sister if given the chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming back for more, besides his natural Oedipal yearning, was the opportunity to fuck her without a condom; she'd had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore her pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked his nuts in. She steadied herself on her left hand as she reached back between her legs with the right. Her fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a few delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a little more and took Brad's balls in the palm of her hand. "You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and behind her. His heavy balls slid off her hand as he pulled his cock out of her cunt halfway and then pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his swinging scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers but he was already into his second thrust, his balls escaped her as they swung away. She satisfied herself with feeling the underside of his moving shaft and her bulging, sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands forward to grab her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. "MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she trilled and puffed and grunted in front of her hung son as he fucked her like a cur in the middle of her bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her for years and years. God help her, Brad was better, so much better! Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic squawking of the mattress coils heralding another hot coupling of mother and son. They fucked silently for several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act without expounding about the shameful sensations emanating from their sex organs. "You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted behind her in imperfect English, "...fucking awesome!" His erection plumbed her nice and hard, the only speed he seemed to know. Sharon steadied herself on both hands again, closing her eyes and tilting her head back toward her shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against her bottom again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and shaking just like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed in her oozing quim. "Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby, get Momma off!" she pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass prevertedly, goading her young lover to fuck her harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking her hard but didn't shift into the higher gears she knew he had. He did however dip his hands under her hips, his body leaning over her slightly as his fingers tortured her unhooded clit. His fingers were clumsy, riding on her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing her slick downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew the extra stimulation would put her into orbit. "Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze my dick....yeah, that's it, Mom! Ah, fuck yeah...make it tight....then let it cum...aahhh ....aahhhh." Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's pounding pud, squeezing the front half of his horse cock when it delved between them. His words and fingers were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where control of her cunt would be lost. "Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let her face and shoulders fall into the stacked pillows before her, afraid her arms were going to give out any second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward a few inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass higher. He quickly straightened up, grabbing her jiggling cheeks with his strong mitts as he shifted into overdrive. "AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that....pussy up! FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!" Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow exploded in a juice-squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She fought to even breath as her sex jerked and shimmied around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts. "UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release, just blown away by her son's powerful fucking. Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of time but she came out of the fuck funk feeling Brad's hands under her armpits, pulling her upper body upward. "Get up. .I want you up," she realized Brad was saying. "Yeah. .I want you just like this!" No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and began lunging into her still-shivering sex. He was laying into her so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so powerfully that Sharon thought the back of her head would bump against her tailbone! "TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!" Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum in her stretched cunt as he shoved in deep. His twitching tool sent her into a follow-up mini-orgasm, the two of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed with her juices in the confines of her cunt. The world outside spun on unknowingly. * * * * * * "Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon said later as they lay on their backs beside each other. "God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad misunderstood what she'd meant but neither had to get up early in the morning. Another go-round would probably occur if her pussy could take it. She rolled on her side toward him, raising up on her elbow and draping her arm across his chest. "I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me' but I think you'll enjoy it as much.....we've got a crisis in the family." "Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her arm. "Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby for quite a while and Brenda's found out that Chris is the problem." "What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?" "Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking him, "but the odds aren't good and Brenda wants a baby....even if it's not Chris's." Brad looked from the ceiling to her face. "Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....that is, if you want." "No shit!" "I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son, "We were talking about it when you came in today. I've seen the way you look at Brenda... I hope you don't mind me volunteering you for the task." "And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked, trying to hide his obvious interest. "Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find out." "So, Brenda said it was okay for me to fuck her?" Brad's concern about Chris's feelings disappeared fast enough. "It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's going to have to be done with, uh, some detachment. She's just looking to get pregnant. . .it would be a no-frills thing." Sordid Conception "My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy and you call that no-frills?!" Brad said with a naughty gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that frills deluxe!" "I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself," Sharon said, kissing him tenderly for a moment. "You've just have to act like you aren't." "That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sex-pot....almost as hot as you," he added, his fingers moving up her arm and onto her right breast. "Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed, moving her hand down his stomach to touch his hardening prick. "Is this because of me or because of Brenda?" "Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back and moving over her. "But Brenda's not here, so you'll have to do." Part Three I should have my head examined for even thinking about this! Brenda thought as she drove to her mother's house the next afternoon. But she had made up her mind to go through with Sharon's solution. It made sense in every way. And there was that illicit element that made it even exciting. She could use some excitement if the truth be known. Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There wasn't a lot of variation in their lovemaking. He wanted to be sucked for awhile and then he got on top and went as long as he could. That had been very exciting when they were dating but, after years of marriage, the luster was wearing off. Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of growing up to do but there was something that was very exciting about his untamed manners. It was like having Tarzan in the family. She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the wild dream that she'd had about Brad the previous night. She knew enough about dreams to know that things seen or heard in a previous day often made their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been surprised she'd have a sexual dream. But her part in the dream had shocked her. In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The scene had been his mother's bedroom but she wasn't covered up, hiding her body. She'd been naked and pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the beginning of the portion of the dream that she could remember. The shorts had come off and Brad had had this super cock. Obviously, he couldn't have one like the one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen inches long! She'd pushed Brad on his back on the bed and climbed on top of him, steering his unbelievable organ right up into her ready pussy, sinking down on it until it was somehow all the way inside her. Then she'd bounced on it like a banshee until it unleashed a huge blast of sperm right where she needed it. But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted from Brad's wilting surrealistic dick and scooted back until she was straddling his knees. Then she'd taken that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and jacked on it like a porno star. She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she could get more of his seed in her fertile womanhood. But the damn thing had gone off in her mouth, shooting blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to produce so much sperm, she'd swallowed it down and kept right on sucking. Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and she'd pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs wide, letting Brad ram his long prong impossibly deep in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after orgasm as he pounded her. It had been so unbelievable but so real! Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt like a quart of baby juice. Almost immediately, Brenda had felt that she was pregnant, that a new life was being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly had started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in about ten seconds. Then all at once it had snapped back to its original flat state and Brad was presenting her with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes, pressing a nipple in its mouth, feeling it beginning to nurse..... That's when she had sat up in bed beside her sleeping husband, her breath coming in waves, her body tingling with excitement. Brenda, you've got some imagination! she told herself, seeing her mother's house come into view. This is just about getting pregnant and that's all. But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't about just having a baby. * * * * * * The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to answer it. It was most likely Brenda, come to discuss things with her and Brad. "Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped at the top of the stairs. "Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out of his bedroom. "That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call you." "Gotcha." "And comb your hair!" she said before heading downstairs. Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda though the sheer curtains on the inside door. "Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening both doors. Brenda came in and she said to come into the kitchen and have some ice tea that she had made. Brenda and she went into the kitchen. "You must be working today," Brenda said as she sat down at the kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her nurse's uniform. "Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you go." Sharon sat a glass of tea in front of Brenda and sat down at the table. "Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter asked. "Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen Brad so serious as when I told him about your problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to Brenda to keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that Brad was only interested in slipping her his salami, would have blown everything. "He sees the reasoning behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd keep our secret." "Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked. "I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he understands what could happen to our family if this gets out. Don't worry about that." "Then I guess, if Brad tests okay, we should plan for this coming Thursday. That's the next big day." "Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him about it," she said. Sharon walked over to the stairs and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!" She then walked back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey." Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous talking with Brad now that it looked like he was going to know her so intimately. But Brenda looked totally at ease, even eager to see Brad. Could it be that she's convinced herself so totally that this is the right thing to do? Sharon wondered. Brad came down the stairs, looking much more presentable than usual. His hair was combed back in a ponytail and he was wearing a tennis shirt and nice knee-length shorts. "Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he slipped into his usual comedic self, putting on a serious voice, he said, "You all know why I've called you here today." "Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to joke his way right out of his chance to lay with Brenda and deny her a grandchild. "Sharon, it's okay," Brenda said, waving her hand at her. "Some levity is what we need right now. Sit down, Brad." Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting. She seemed to be in control of the situation. Brad sat down at the table and managed to control himself for the next half hour that they talked. Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to her and Chris. Brad laid it on a little thick, saying that he just wanted her and Chris to be happy but Brenda seemed to buy it. So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in the morning to pick up a sperm sample and take it to an out of town clinic for analysis. Sharon was a little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek when she left. It went against the impersonal tone they had all put on the actual event. * * * * * * "How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she came back from walking Brenda out to her car. "You were fine, dear," his mother said as she cleaned the table. "Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said with a smile. "Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother said with a small laugh. "Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!" "Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she said shaking her head but smiling. "I better head to work." Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother looked pretty hot in her nurse's uniform. He made a mental note to see if she might go for wearing it one night. "What are you going to do tonight?" she asked before she left. "Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't any parties. Maybe I ought to study." "Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the books was not what he did and it was the summer anyway. "Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the old joke on her. "You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically as he laughed at his own joke. Then she said, "I don't think you have to worry. From someone who's been on the receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just fine." "Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right anyway?" "Yes. So keep it in your pants." He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she kissed him good-bye. She told him where dinner was in the fridge and then she was gone, leaving him to think about Brenda and what was to come. * * * * * * It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon pulled her car into her garage and went inside her house. She'd been on duty for fourteen hours at the hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three hours during the night thanks to a rotation they had worked out among the nurses on duty. She was a little fatigued but she would wait until after Brenda stopped by to pick up Brad's sperm sample. She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons of two twelve-packs of Olympia near the sink. Looks like Brad had some company last night, she thought. She looked in the living room and saw empty potato chip bags and beer cans on the coffee table. It looked like Brad and some of his friends had spent the night drinking and watching TV. She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of Brad's sleeping friends but found none. She then went into the kitchen and took a wine glass out of the cupboard. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between her fingers, she made her way upstairs. She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber soled nurse shoes and went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight shift, she had drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in her mouth. Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the upstairs hallway. She looked in the guest bedroom and found it empty. Likewise, the small den where she did the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room to check out. She knocked very lightly and then opened the door. Her son was sprawled on his bed, face down and naked. He was alone which was something of a relief. There wouldn't be any girls to chase away. Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the sight of Brad's nude form yet again. He was 19 but he had a more mature body. She was a very lucky woman to share a bed with him frequently. She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she sat on the side of the bed and shook his shoulder. "Hmm!" he grunted. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She massaged his back for a moment and he raised his head up and turned it toward her. "What time is it?" he asked, yawning. "About 8:30. You have some friends over last night?" "Yeah, a few guys. I could use some more sleep," he muttered and lay his face down on the pillow. "You can sleep later," Sharon said, "Brenda will be here soon." "Oh yeah," he said, a smile appearing on his lips. "Oh yeah is right. So get up and get in the shower. I'm going to call Brenda." Sharon left his room when she was sure he was getting up. She walked back to her bedroom, sat on her bed and called Brenda on the bedside phone. Her other son, Chris, answered their phone. "Hi, Chris." "Morning, Mom. What are you up to this morning?" "Just got back from work. Is Brenda there?" "Yeah...say, what are you guys up to anyway?" Sharon played dumb, hoping Chris wasn't on to what they were planning. "What do you mean, up to?" "She's been over there a lot lately. What are you girls hatching?" "It's a surprise," Sharon said sweetly. "Someone we know has a birthday coming up." It was Chris's birthday in a few weeks. "Oh, all right! Well, I won't spoil your surprise. Here's Brenda." "Hi, Sharon." "Hi. I just made Chris think we are working on something for his birthday. Are you coming over to get that item?" "Yes, that sounds great, Sharon." She was obviously playing up her end of the conversation for Chris's benefit. "We could go shopping up at Chapel's Gate...they have that new K-mart." Clever girl is giving herself an alibi for being in Chapel's Gate, Sharon thought with a smile. "Brenda, be here at 9:30. Okay?" "Yes." Brenda said. "All right, I'll see you then. Bye-bye." Sharon hung up the phone and spent a few minutes taking off the sheer white, thigh-high hose she wore under her uniform. Leaving on her white blouse and skirt, she walked back to Brad's room. * * * * * * Brad stepped from the shower and began drying himself with a towel. His head had just the hint of a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully, moving the towel slowly through his hair without moving his head. He was drying himself between the legs when he heard his mother call him from his bedroom. He went to the door to find his mother sitting on his bed. She had that look in her bedroom eyes. "Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was going to say no. Then maybe those bedroom eyes were going to lead to a morning fuck right on his bed. And she was wearing her uniform to boot! "Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then she added, "We do have a little time before she gets here." She got up, walked over to him and offered him her hand. He threw his wet towel toward the shower stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his bed. "Sit down, baby," she said. He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet on the floor and his mother sat on his left, close to him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her left hand began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking the top of it lovingly. "So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my sperm sample?" he said, hugging her to him. "If you don't mind," she said with a smile, knowing the answer. "I mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't offer you a hand." Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling her right earlobe as her hand hoisted his hardening prick up and she began beating him slowly. "We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said when he rubbed her tits through her blouse. Something in her voice told him she wished that they did. "Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning erection. Her small hand could only get a little more than halfway around his circumference but she used it well, rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great, Mom....hmmm, yeah." His cock was at full attention now and aching for more than a motherly handjob. He could do that himself. "How about sucking me?" he said to his mother, again rubbing her tits through her blouse. He could feel her hard nipples through the material and the bra she was wearing. "That was my plan all along, you silly goose" she said, kissing him again, giving him a hint of tongue. "I was thinking about it all night at work. I thought the shift would never end." She slid to her knees on the floor and moved between his legs. Brad leaned back on his elbows, looking forward to the oral sperm collection his wild mother was going to perform on him. "Now, you let me know when the time comes," she said, obviously referring to when he was going to shoot. "You gonna catch it in your hand or what?" "No, I'll use this," she said, picking up a wine glass on his bedside table that he hadn't noticed. She put the glass back down and then lifted his cock straight up in the air. She dipped her face and planted a kiss on the underside of his swollen glans. "Brenda's coming over, so no horsing around. You let me know!" "I will! Now suck me off!" he said. She scooted a little closer and took his cock in her mouth, her thin lips stretching around his girth as she swallowed about half of his erection, all she could possibly handle. "Yeah, suck me, Mom....uuhhh...shit, I love it....aahh!" he grunted as his mother copulated his cock, watching her hand and mouth move in concert up and down, up and down. Brad liked being sucked almost as much as fucking pussy. There was something about his dick in a girl's mouth that really excited him to no end. A girl could just lay there and her pussy could be doing nothing. But when a girl used her mouth, then you knew if she was really hot for you. Especially if they swallowed - that was true love! His mother would suck him but she always wanted him up her cunt when he finished. Rarely would she take him all the way with her mouth. But, hey, he wasn't complaining. Blasting her puss with his load was awesome! "You are one sloppy cocksucker," he said, in a good way, down to her. Spit was running down from her lips to pool around her fist. Sucking cock made her saliva glands really go to town and he usually gave her some good natured ribbing about it. She gave him a look as if to say I'll-get-you-for-that as she drew her lips right up to the crown of his cock. Then she tightened her grip with her right hand and milked upward on his prick until her hand met her lips. She slurped down all the spit on the top of her hand and then popped her mouth off his glistening pole. "There....all better," she said. "Mom, I'm not complaining," Brad said with a laugh, rubbing her left arm which was draped on his thigh. "You can drool on it all you want!" "Brad! Really, you are so gross sometimes, honey," she said, acting all offended. "Mom, no one sucks me better," he said. That wasn't the truth but she wanted to hear him say it. "Thank you, Brad," she said, all happy again, her hand jacking his dick with long tugs. "Do you think you're close?" "I could go anytime you want," Brad admitted. "I could stall it but that's not why we're here, right?" "All right, then, uh....why don't you stand up. It'll make this easier." She scooted back some, taking the glass from the table, as he stood up in front of her. He immediately fell in love with the arrangement. He'd never had his mother on her knees like that; she'd always sucked him in a bed. His prick was right in line with her pretty mouth - it was perfect! "I like you on your knees like this," he told her, not shy in expressing himself. "Promise me, you'll do this again." "Does this make you feel all macho?" she asked, fisting his cock again with her right hand. "Like when you fuck me from behind?" He could tell she was digging it too. The way she had said the word fuck, making it sound raunchy, was a sure sign of that. "Just like," he said. "Now be a good mother and suck!" He placed his hands on her head as she gulped his fat cock back into her mouth. She looked so slutty sucking his dick, her cheeks going concave as her hand jacked him, the wine glass at the ready. "Beautiful....uuhh....suck me good.....this doesn't count, you know.... I'm gonna fuck you tonight..uuuhh...I can tell you need...a good fucking." His mother was in no position to argue with his lip-stretching erection stuffed in her mouth. She looked up at him and went right on sucking. In thirty seconds, he was ready to explode. "I'm gonna cum!" he panted down at her. She hurriedly yanked her mouth off him and stuck his cockhead in the glass as she continued to milk his boner with her hand.