7 comments/ 158822 views/ 52 favorites Mark, Mom and Mindy By: carl_a "Where are you going?" Tammi looked at her daughter, "Where are you going dressed like that?" Her daughter, Mindy, was wearing a skirt that was one size too small and four inches too short to be respectable, her dark brown hair about the only thing covering her chest. The deep v in the t-shirt revealing her ample cleavage. "Work," Mindy smiled, snapping her chewing gum, "I get more tips when I dress like this." She said she was a waitress at a bar and Tammi had no reason not to believe her. No reason except that she had rarely ever told the truth before and the money. Too much money. All of a sudden there were new smart-phones, new cars, jewelry. "Work?" Tammi shook her head disgusted, "It's bad enough you work in a bar, but to see my daughter whore her self out, gawked at for tips." Tammi looked away disgusted. She couldn't stand that thought of anyone staring at her daughter that way. Sexually. To Tammi, she was still the innocent child growing up in her house, playing with her brother, their father. Their father. She missed him. She couldn't admit it he was gone yet. Why was he gone? The anger still boiling inside of her. He should still be here, with them, with her. If he was here would she be like this? Would he have been able to stop her. "I'll be back by two," Mindy touched her mom's arm, snapping her from his thoughts. "Be safe," she hugged her daughter and went off to find comfort in the voices on the television. She didn't know how long she had fallen asleep for, only that the television was now blaring out paid programming instead of her romance movie. She turned the television off and sat for a moment. "Mom," she heard her son, Mark, call out from the front door. Mark was her bedrock. As much as Mindy was devious, he was genuine. She looked at him as he walked through the room to give her a hug. He had gotten so strong, so big. "Sorry I'm so late," he sat on the couch next to her, "lost track of time and then I had too many beers, had to walk." She reached out and squeezed his leg. He was so responsible. It made her proud of how she raised him, how they raised him. He had come back from school after their father had died. Partly because he needed to grieve with his family and partly because he knew his mother couldn't maintain this house without his help. It was a time to bind together, to help. "I wanted to talk to you," Tammi looked at her son, astonished at his striking resemblance to his father. "Your sister, where does all the money come from?" "She's a waitress," Mark smiled, "and she's a hot waitress." "Is that all?" Tammi squeezed his leg, "There's nothing more?" "Mom, guys drink at bars, she touches them on the shoulder," he rested his hands on his mother's, "she rubs a breast on their back. They feel good and give her money." "So she's a basically a whore?" Tammi looked at Mark. How could he talk about her like this, his sister, and not be upset. Neither of them heard the door softly closing in the hallway, or the soft footsteps that approached. "Look, if she wasn't my sister, I'd want to nail her to the headboard," Mark squeezed his mother's hand, "she exudes sex. Hot erotic sex. Men want her." Mindy stopped dead in her tracks. What had she just heard? She wasn't sure. Quietly, she slipped unseen to listen. "I mean," Mark continued, "I've seen her walk through a park and until I knew it was her, tried to chase her down. She's that hot mom." "So you're saying it's normal," Tammi looked down upset, "for my daughter to let men gawk and grope her for tips?" "Yes," Mark laughed and gave her a reassuring hug. "Completely normal. We should get to bed." They both stood and walked off to their bedrooms, never noticing Mindy in the hallway, intently listening. Tammi thought about her daughter being looked at that way. Being used. It made her sick. She couldn't stand the thought of men treating women that way, and her daughter was encouraging it. She was profiting off of it. "Good night Tom," she caught herself, "Mark, I'm sorry, Mark." "Good night mom," Mark shut the door to his room. Mindy stayed in the hallway and smiled before navigating through the living room a few moments later, long enough behind to let them think she just gotten home. She loved her brother. He had always watched out for her, kept her safe. He never let her date someone he didn't like, and, while she often found herself angry at him for it, he was usually right. He kept the bad apples away. And he was cute. He would never date any of her friends, but they all wanted him. Every one would stare when he came in the room, their eyes never leaving him. He seemed oblivious. He said it was because he saw them all grow up and it didn't feel right. He remembered them in kindergarten how could he date them? Mindy knew there was more than that. She didn't know what it was, but there was more. He'd had girlfriends, but only for short times, always drifting away from them. Almost seeming not to want them around after a while. She wondered why. She remembered asking one once, after they broke up, what happened. "He kept calling me something that made me uncomfortable," she answered, but she never answered what it was. What would make someone so uncomfortable that it would ruin a relationship? He didn't seem the type to call someone uncomfortable names. He was too nice. She tiptoed up the stairs and past her mother's open door. She had been sleeping with the door open since dad had died, though never explained why. She used to leave it open when he was out late, and Mark told her he had thought maybe that's what it was. Maybe she was hoping he came home? She looked at Mark's door silently. What made her do what she did next she couldn't really figure out, but she slowly reached for the door handle and quietly, it turned. She thought for sure it would be locked. He had always locked his door when he was younger, wanting his privacy. She peeked inside, the room was dark. Silently, she pushed the door open, slid inside and closed it again. Fumbling, she found the zipper to her skirt and dropped it to the ground, pulling her tight shirt over her bare chest, she stood there in her underwear. She bit her lip and stood and listened to her brother's deep breaths, in and out. She had goosebumps. "Mark, honey," she slid down into the bed next to him, "it's me." He stirred, but didn't wake up. "I heard what you said and I wanted to thank you," his warm body felt so good against her bare skin. What was she doing? She felt her skin shifting, she was getting excited. "Mom," Mark let out a soft whisper, "is that you?" Mindy was shocked. Was that why her door was open? Was that why his was unlocked? She wondered, but it was too disturbing to think about. Yet, what she was doing was too disturbing to think about. She pressed a finger onto his lips, telling him to be silent and then pressed her lips on top of him. The feeling was exhilarating. She felt his tongue tentatively enter her mouth, hers greeting it with gently lapping. He shifted his body, and she could feel his warm naked manhood pressed lightly against her thighs. His hands reaching behind her, pulling their embrace tighter. He let his hands drift over her body lower and lower. "I didn't think you'd wear a thong," he whispered into her ear. Mindy pressed her finger against his lips again. She couldn't stop from moaning as his hands cupped her breast and pulled a nipple into his wanting mouth. Her mind racing with thoughts of her mother, his mouth on her breast. She massaged his hair as he suckled on her like a baby. Her excitement grew through her loins, her body shuddering as his hands wandered across her skin. His mouth pulling the other breast to him, suckling her. Rolling her over onto her back he pushed his knees onto her arm pits. She could feel his hard hot shaft resting between her breasts, his hands squeezing them together. He was fucking her breasts. She felt her hips welling with excitement, her body lurching along with him. Her nipples hard between his fingers. "Oh my god Mom," he moaned, her index finger quickly put over his mouth. She didn't want her mother to hear. She didn't want to get caught. She could feel his cock stiffen as his first juices squirted out between her breasts. He slid off of her and down to her side, his mouth immediately moving to her breast and sucking. He had a breast fetish, Mindy smiled. She rolled him over on his back and gently kissed his chest, slowly moving lower and lower. She could feel her breasts maddening him as they got closer and closer to his hips, her nipples pressing around him. His cock jerked. She pressed her tits around his cock and started to rub them up and down. His heat radiated into her chest exciting her. Every motion, every breath pushing her farther and father towards ecstasy. She felt his back stiffening and slowly pulled back. He tried to stop her, but she pushed and he finally let her go. He was so strong, she thought, he could have held me there. He could have come. She worked her way up his side, and positioned herself over Mark's head. She loved do this, it felt so powerful. She spread her legs more and more until she could feel his breath hot upon her sex. She left it there for a moment, taunting him, teasing him with her smell, her heat. Finally he pushed his head to her, pulling her sex inside of him. She started to shake, his tongue pressing deeper and deeper into her. She rubbed herself all over his face, finding anything she could use to please her. She reached out for his hot shaft, fumbling along him until she could find it, she bent her head down and pulled it into her mouth, her own sex pressed against her brother's face. She pulled the shaft into her mouth. He was so big she thought, so hot. She felt her sex wet against his face. She wanted to come so bad, but her body was just getting more and more excited. His nose brushing her ass, is mouth surrounding her. She pulled the cock in deeper and felt Mark's moans against her wet lips. Oh god was he big, she thought as she felt a small drop of his salty juices squirt deep into her throat. She let the cock drop from her mouth and started to pant heavily. She was ready. She pulled her hips from Mark's sucking mouth. She felt like she was going to explode. The feeling of her brother's hot cock as she straddled him was amazing. She felt him searching between her legs for her opening, finding the wrong one, then finally, pushing inside her. She bent down, his mouth eagerly suckling her breasts one at a time. She felt him filling her, his cock moving slowly in and out, pulsing inside of her, sending wave of excitement through her. She started fucking him, harder and harder. She felt his hands squeeze tight against her breasts, his cock stiffening hard inside of her. He let out a soft groan and tried to pull his cock free. Mindy pushed her hips down hard up on him, locking him beneath her. She could feel her own budding excitement begin to culminate, her insides twitching, her body shuddering uncontrollably. "No mom," Mark whispered, "not inside you." It was too late, Mindy squeezed his shaft with her walls. She could feel him jerk between her legs, still trying to free himself. His come started spraying inside of her, drip out of her. She pressed her hips slowly up and down on him, pulling everything drop she could out. She loved it when someone came inside of her, the feeling of the warm seed. The utter release she felt a man give on top of her or beneath her. Now she felt it with her brother. She bent down and kissed him on the lips, his cock still pulsing inside of her, still giving her his last drops of love. She stayed there for while, his hands exploring her breasts, Touching them softly, lovingly, his head resting on her chest he dozed off. Gently, Mindy shift his head to his pillow, and quietly gathered her stuff and headed off to her room. "I fucked my big brother," she smiled, "and he doesn't even know." Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 02 Mark stirred, the shaded morning light slowly pulling him from his slumber. What had happened last night? He touched himself, the stickiness of the sex still obvious. It had felt so good. The breasts filling his mouth, the same breasts he had coveted for so long. The ones he would daydream about at school. So large and full, the nipples so hard in his mouth. And then there was the love. The hands rubbing his hair. Holding him close to her, comforting him. A mother's love. He crawled out of the bed and sat at the edge a while. He stared at the floor before finally finding some clothes and pulling them on. He wandered off to the bathroom. "Good morning honey," Tammi stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing her teeth. Her long robe tied loosely around her waist. Mark stared at her line of cleavage in the mirror as he walked behind her. She was beautiful. He thought about the night before, having those breasts in his mouth, suckling them. He felt his manhood stir against her back, his hands drifting lower from her shoulders. He caressed her side. "Mark, stop that," Tammi turned around, shoving his arms off of her. "What are you doing?" Mark looked at her. What was happening? Last night she was so sexy, so accommodating and now he was shunned. "Morning guys," Mindy smiled, startling them. She had watched the whole thing silently. She could see the bulge tween her brother's legs, twitching behind his mother. She could feel his lust. She felt powerful. "Did everyone sleep well?" she looked at her brother. "I could swear I heard a ton of noise." "I didn't hear anything," Mark's face went white, "Did you mom?" Tammi shook her head no, but she swore she did hear something. What was her daughter doing? Did she have a man over against her rules and now was she lording it over her? Tammi didn't trust her. She could tell, something was up. "Well I've got to get ready for work," Mark squeezed his mother's shoulders before slipping out of her bathroom and off to his. "I'll be home early tonight mom." Mindy smiled. She could see the lust in him as he gazed at her mother. He wasn't attempting to hide it anymore. His eyes staring at her breasts, lingering there before he left. Mark didn't just have a breast fetish, he had a mom fetish. "I doubt I'll be early," Mindy turned and started down the stairs. Tammi was alone again. She felt like she was always alone. She stood there thinking about mostly nothing after she brushed her teeth. What was Mindy doing? What secret was she holding? Tammi was going to find out. She walked to Mindy's bedroom door and slowly opened it. The room was a disaster, dirty clothes strewn from one end to the other. Her bed barely visible through the heap. If a boy was in that room last night, Tammi thought, he would have called the health department and they'd all be evicted. She closed the door. What were those noises she wondered. The slow pounding up and down, the deep groans? It had to be sex. If it wasn't Mindy, who was it? Was it just a porn? It didn't sound like a porn, and Mark wouldn't watch those. Would Mindy? She ruled Mark out of the question. He was with her, he went to bed. He didn't have time to sneak someone into his room. He wouldn't sneak someone into his room against her rules. She was sure of that. She started cleaning up. Mindy's room might look hideous, but she was proud of keeping a clean house. "Mom?" Mark opened the front door, "I'm home." Tammi smiled. She hated being alone since her husband had died. It was easier when he was there, knowing he would come home to her. Now she wasn't sure when someone would be with her. The kids, they'd come and go when they wanted to. She felt lonely. Mark looked at his mother, the thoughts of lust returning. He couldn't keep his eyes off her chest, lifting up and down with each breath she took. He moved closer, the feeling his loins stirring, until he was almost against her, his manhood tantalizing close to her hips, her breasts almost touching him. He thought he was going to explode. Tammi was uncomfortable. What had come over him? He was always affectionate, but now he was overbearing. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him slightly away. "Mark," she looked up at him, "not so close." Mark wasn't taking no for an answer. This time Mindy wasn't here, it was just them. He reached out and grabbed his mother's breasts. They felt so heavy and big, so sexy. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants as his hands explored her. Tammi was shocked that it felt so good. She hadn't been touched in so long. She ached to be touched, but not by her son. Not like this. It was disgusting here that she was torn between the need for love and the horror of her son's touch. "Stop that!" she pushed his hands off her. "Stop that right now!" Mark couldn't stop. He had finally gotten what he had waited nineteen years to get back. He couldn't stop now, she felt so wonderful in his grasp. His cock ached to be inside of her. His thoughts drifted back to the night before. He put his finger on her mouth telling her to be quiet like she had done to him. Their lips met, his tongue pressing deeper into her mouth. Tammi was torn, she could feel her sticky juices flowing to her thighs, his tongue so powerful and big inside of her, his weight holding her against the wall. But this was her son, she thought. This wasn't right. It was horrible. "Please," she pushed him back from her lips, "please, what are you doing?" She felt the tears welling in here eyes. She didn't have the willpower to say no, his hands sliding up under her shirt, rubbing her breasts. He didn't respond, he just kept touching her, his lips again meeting hers. She didn't resist. His mouth covered hers, pulling her tongue to his wantonly. She could feel the lust in his breath, in the touch of his hands against her breasts. Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn't she stop him? Mark pushed against her. He couldn't wait to get her nipples back into his mouth. How sweet she tasted to him and how sexy. How she rubbed them against his cock, held his head to them. He wanted his mother's love. He wanted her lust. Mark started pushing her up the stairs, his hands squeezing her breasts, their lips never parting. He felt so much like his father, Tammi thought. So strong and big, his strength making her feel powerless. How she missed her husband's strength. How he had made her feel safe and protected. How he expected her unconditional love in return. Her body always open to him, always wanting him however he pleased. She missed him, his power over her. They pressed on to her bedroom, her shirt and bra dropped along the way. She felt her breasts held in her son's grasp. His hands were so warm, so hot against her. She moaned as she felt him push her back onto her bed, his mouth firmly encircling her right breast. Pulling it into his mouth as if he was a baby in need of milk. Her breathing quickened. Mark let his hand drift across her, rubbing her hips. Her pressing response making him go deeper. He felt her hands rubbing through his hair, comforting him as he pulled the nipple into his mouth. He felt loved. Tammi stroked his hair, the feeling of him on her breast bringing both comfort and fear. His hands soft caress against her bare skin sent chills through her. As much as she felt horrible guilt at laying with her son, the feeling of being needed again was overpowering it. Mark tugged on her pants until they released. He pulled them down excruciatingly slowly exposing her completely. He looked at her body. Her soft gentle roundness filling his mind with feelings of both love and lust. He felt his entire body shake with desire.. Tammi was scared. She could tell in his eyes that he wanted her like a man wanted a woman. How could he be doing this? Why wouldn't he stop. "Mark," she finally found the courage to speak as he finished removing his clothes, "we can't do this honey." She sat up and covered her nude body with her hands, embarrassed. She looked at him. How he had grown up, she thought, since the last time she saw him naked. He was a man. Her eyes drifted lower to his manhood. So much like her husband, she thought, except less body hair. "Shh, no talking," Mark pressed his finger on her lips and pulled her tight against him. She shuddered, first pushing away then allowing his embrace, the heat of his body, the smoothness of his skin, overwhelming her. She sighed. Mark moved to her breasts, pulled them together in his mouth. He could feel the moist warmth between her legs pressing against his belly, thoughts of the night before in his head. How she wouldn't let him go and made him fill her with his come. How exciting it was. His cock jerked. He wanted her. Tammi laid there, letting his hands explore her and feel her. She panted. As long as she let him touch her, as long as she didn't encourage him, she thought, the guilt was bearable. She wanted to feel loved but the guilt made her want to feel used, or taken. It is against my will, she convinced herself, even though the motion of his tongue against her nipple was sending waves of lust throughout her. She tried to hold her body still, but her hips swayed slightly, rubbing her moist thighs together, pushing her on. Keeping her excited. She felt him shifting, pulling his body closer and closer until he was over her, pinning her down to the bed. His cock throbbing between her breasts. What was he doing? She looked away as she felt her breasts squeezed together around him, the heat of his loins melting into her chest. He started thrusting. She felt a sob welling in her throat as she looked at the picture of she and her husband on the night stand. It felt like his eyes were watching them. Watching her and passing judgment. She wanted to scream out to stop but she couldn't. Even as she felt less loved and more lusted upon, each thrust of his cock between her breasts both humiliating her and sending her to the edge of despair. Mark let his thrusts subside. His cock now firm and solid to the touch he looked at his mother. Her head turned away. Was she not enjoying herself this time? He wondered? He had come to grips with any guilt right away. He wanted his mother. He had always wanted her. Whatever guilt he should have felt was buried to deep to be evident. All he could think about was her. How she felt in his hands. How she smelled. How she held him. How warm and inviting her body felt. He slid his legs up higher and reached down and gently propped her head on pillows. He closed his eyes. He could feel her breath hot on his cock. Why wasn't she pulling him in? He couldn't take it. The wait eating at him. He pressed himself against her lips. Tears started to well in Tammi's eyes. She could feel him at her lips. His heat, his smell, his salty sweetness surrounding her face. She couldn't do this her brain screamed as the lump in her throat grew. She couldn't let this go on. Again she tried to speak and opened her mouth slightly. Mark felt the opening. It felt so good. Her lips parting for him. He pressed himself inside. He nearly came immediately, barely holding back. Her tongue sliding against him as if she was talking, her throat deeply groaning. She was so experienced, he thought. She felt so good. He started involuntarily thrusting into her, his hands grabbing her head and holding it against him. Tammi tried to push him, but his grip was too strong. She felt disgusted, her son filling her mouth with his manhood. As long as he was touching her breasts, her skin it was almost okay, but now the guilt had won. She was no longer excited in the moment. She tried to talk, tried to do anything to let him know she was not okay but every move only made him push her harder. She writhed to get free but she couldn't. She was helpless against his strength. Finally a brief sense of relief came over her as he slowly pulled himself from her mouth. She thought about touching him, making him come, ending her misery. Would that be the solution? She reached for him but he was sliding away, his weight heavier and heavier on top of her. He was going to take her. She could feel it in his wanton shaft trembling against her skin. The pangs of disgust welled deep inside of her stomach. She had to stop him but she couldn't speak. She reached her hands between her legs and defensively covered herself. Maybe it was because we were in the dark, Mark thought, she was acting so different today, so passive. He looked at her. The way she held her hands not wanting him to see her was only making him want her more. Did she want him a different way? Should he turn her over so she didn't have to watch. He looked into her eyes and smiled. How he desired to please her. He reached his hands to her hips and rolled her over, barely noticing her futile resistance. He wanted her too bad to notice. His body shuddered and jerked as he looked down on his mother's spread round ass. He smelled her sex. It was intoxicating. He couldn't wait any longer, his desire to explode was to strong. He pressed towards her, searching for her opening. Her moist heat against him, driving him mad with desire. "Please," Tammi sobbed, "please Mark." She tried to protest but she felt him searching harder and harder until he found her love and pressed deep into it. She let out loud moan. He was so large she felt torn apart. His thrusts ripping deep into of her, sending shivers into her abdomen and beyond. Horror filled her as she felt her body moistening. Why was she getting wet? She wanted it all to end. She started sobbing. His hand pressed hard against her back, his legs widening her more and more, allowing him to get deeper into the womb he came from. She couldn't breathe, her head pressed tight against the pillows. All she could hear was his panting, getting louder and louder, filling her mind. Mark pushed his body down on her, the feeling her cheeks pressed wide against his hips filling his head with mad lust. He pushed his hands under her, holding her breasts. He felter her squirm against him, her movements tightening him, exciting him. He pressed on, deeper and deeper, her body writhing more and more with each thrust. His body stiffened and he felt his lust welling up inside of him. He squeezed her breasts tighter, savoring them, sending his jerking cock in with a forceful thrust. He let go. Tammi felt the first thrust of his warm seed inside of her and started to scream but could only muster a loud groan. She tried again. What was he doing? She wasn't protected, she had no reason to be. She tried to push him from inside of her, but he only pressed harder. She felt his juice oozing deep. farther and farther into her. Her body shook miserably in fear. What had they done? What had he done? Mark felt her beneath him, her body quivering with excitement. He pressed harder into her, his wetness slipping around his cock, making him slide in and out with ease. How he wanted to please her, give her the same release she had given him. He kept pressing his cock deep inside, his own excitement abating he was lost in hers. His hands pressing against her breasts, feeling her. He finally thrust himself down on her, exhausted. They laid like that, his softening cock slipping out of his mother's moist warmth into the fold between her legs. He let his grip on her breasts soften, but he couldn't move. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay with her like this. To feel her beneath him, supporting him. Tammi shuddered. It was over. It was finally over. She sighed in relief, her body finally relaxing. They would have to talk, she thought, this certainly was a horrible thing they did. A horrible thing he did, she thought. A horrible thing that he did. She felt his warm juices inside of her, slowly coating her completely with his seed. Her stomach tightened. Why had he done that? Doesn't he use protection with other girls? Is everyone on birth control? She gulped. Neither of them had noticed Mindy silently peeking past the door jam into the bedroom, holding her mother's bra and shirt. She was just watching them, smiling, her hands drifting lazily across her body. She tiptoed away to her bedroom. She was going to need new panties. Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 03 That night was excruciating for Tammi. Mark lay there with her all night, his weight always pressing into her. He rarely let his mouth leave her breasts and she found herself involuntarily caressing him as he sucked her. She couldn't talk about it. Not yet. She wanted to ask him to leave, but she didn't. She didn't know why. Her mind drifted from thought to thought confused until she drifted off to sleep, her son's head heavy on her chest. She awoke the next morning alone. He had left her sometime in the middle of the night, though she didn't remember it. She was glad she was alone, she needed to collect herself before the day. Before she had to talk to him about the horrible things they did. She could still smell him on her sheets and feel him between her legs. Her nipples were sore, his constant advances towards them leaving their painful reminder. She rolled over into a fetal position and thought before getting up. "Mark," she walked towards his room, "are you in there?" He wasn't. Where had he gone? Was he avoiding her? She walked down the stairs and found him sitting on the couch in the living room. She walked up and pushed the power button on the television remote, turning off the silent TV. She could feel him look at her. It was a different look, a look she'd only seen on men who were about to make love to her. She shivered as she sat next to him, gently putting her hand on his knee. "Mark," she looked into his eyes, "we need to talk about what happened." Mark looked into her eyes. She looked so vulnerable. He reached his hands to her side and pulled her closer, his hands lingering against her soft breasts, feeling for her nipples. "Mark stop that," she tried to push his advances away, "It's not right." "Hi guys, what's going on?" Mindy walked from the shadows wearing a cheerful smile. Mark dropped his hands quickly. What was she doing here? She was never home. "Nothing honey," Tammi looked away and blushed. She could feel her nipples hard and sore against her shirt. Her face was flushed. "Is there room for me on the couch?" Mindy sat down next to her brother and leaned back. Mark was frustrated. Finally he had gotten his life desire. Finally he had his mother's love within his grasp. Having her full breasts in his mouth all night had driven him deeper and deeper into her spell. He needed her. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, his cock pressing hard into his pants. Sitting next to her without being able to touch her was sending him to the edge of madness. Tammi was frustrated. She wanted to talk to Mark and with Mindy here that was impossible. She could feel Mark's lust beside her. She could see it in his eyes. She had to stop him. She needed to talk to him. She knew the longer she waited the more his desire would grow. "Mindy," Tammi looked towards her daughter, "Mark and I need to talk." Mindy slowly pouted. She wasn't going anywhere. Slowly she had figured out what was happening. When she had convinced Mark that she was mom the other night, she set off a chain of events that led to their coupling. She could see his desire for her and she could feel her mother's angst. "Mom," she feigned a look of concern, "is something wrong?" "No honey," Tammi answered, "nothing is wrong." Tammi stood up and walked away, leaving them on the couch together. She couldn't stand being so close to him knowing he wanted her so badly. What was she going to do? She had to find a way to talk to him. Would she be able to convince him he was wrong? What if his seed finds her fertile? It would be awful. She felt her stomach tighten. What if she was pregnant? The thought was tormenting. She wouldn't know for at least a month. What would she do about it? How would she explain it? She grabbed the railing on the stairs, her knees buckling under her, barely able to stand. The pressure upon her felt unbearable. She started to cry, trying to pull herself up the steps. "Mom" Mindy stepped behind her, propping her up, "are you okay?" Mindy felt a small pang of guilt mingled with the power that suddenly was flowing through her veins. Though she loved her mother, she found the pain of her missing father unbearable. She had gotten cynical since he was taken from her. Less trusting in love, letting her mind rule her actions with little conscience. She barely felt what she had done was wrong, only fun. "Here, let me help you to your room," she guided her mother up the stairs towards her bed. Mindy could smell the sex all over the room. Her mother hadn't had time to clean her sheets or make her bed. It was disturbingly sensuous in Mindy's nose. Sex she had caused. Sex she was using to control her family. "Can I get you some aspirin?" Mindy pulled the sex soaked sheet over her mother, "or a glass of water." Tammi could smell it too. It was everywhere. The smell of the previous nights sex filled her nose. She knew Mindy could tell. She almost wanted to tell her what happened, to have someone to talk to, but she didn't trust her daughter. In the back of her mind, she knew that she was involved in all of this. She just didn't know how. "I don't need anything but some rest right now," she rubbed her daughter's hand lovingly. She did still love her after all, just didn't trust her. Mindy walked towards the door. "Honey, can you close the door," her mother called out. Mindy smiled, her mother hadn't closed the door in two years. Little things can make you feel in control too, she thought. She walked down the stairs. Mark couldn't contain his desire. He grabbed his swollen cock and squeezed it. He wanted it to go away for a while. The constant ache was driving him mad and the only way he knew it would go away was her. His mind couldn't lose the thought of her soft breasts in his mouth. Her caress as he lapped them in and out, finding both extreme comfort in the act and insane desire. He felt torn between the want of his mother's maternal love and his desire for his mother's womanhood. He wanted to crawl out of his skin. She had been so soft so warm and so different. The first night she felt so strong and controlling. I felt as if he had been seduced. He remembered her walls strong against him, almost emptying of his seed. Pinning him below her, unable to do what he thought was right. What he knew was right. He shouldn't have released inside of her, but now that was all he could think about. "Mark," Mindy walked back into the room. "What's wrong with mom?" Mindy smiled. She could see the bulge in his pants. A bulge she was sure was indirectly her doing. She bit her lip. He looked so sexy sitting there, squirming in his pants. He was unable to contain his lust, he was wearing it on his shirt "Maybe she isn't feeling well," Mark answered, his sister's gaze making him uncomfortable. He looked at her. She looked so much like their mother. That was part of her allure to him. The same ample chest, the same soft curves. That's why he thought she was so attractive, but other men did too. Did she know? "Is that why you were rubbing her breasts when I came down?" Mindy raised her eyebrows. "Is that why you have a huge lump in your pants?" "I was rubbing her arms, she looked shaken," Mark looked at her. He felt the blood rushing from his face. Mindy knew what he was doing. He was groping his mother. She knew now that those breasts were his mad desire. That's why every girl he dated looked almost just like his mother. That was what he said to them that made them uncomfortable. She knew his secret. She sat on the couch next to him and grabbed his knee giving it a light squeeze. "You hot for mom?" she squeezed him again. "A lot of boys are hot for their mother's you know. It's natural. Freud talked a lot about it." Mark felt uncomfortable. She could tell. Of course she could tell. He wasn't able to hide it right now. When he was anywhere near his mother his eyes couldn't leave her, his cock constantly arced against his pants. Why was she doing this though? She didn't have to ask him. He could feel her hand squeezing him with a gentle relaxing rhythm. He finally felt his manhood relaxing, losing its ache. Her hand massaging all the pressure out through his knee. Mindy wondered what she would do next. She didn't want them to stop. No, she wanted them to try to keep their secret from her. She wanted them to be constantly on guard. Tiptoeing around sneakily. It was such a fun game to her, thinking about how they'd have to constantly think of her. How to keep it from her. She looked at her brother. She could see he was in the throes of her terrible torment already. She knew he couldn't stop thinking about his mother, about what he had done. She didn't know if he felt any guilt but she suspected he only felt desire and lust. He didn't care that it was their mother, he only cared that it was his desire. "Maybe I could help you Mark," Mindy looked into his eyes and offered another of her concerned looks. She was good at looking concerned, it came with being a waitress. She had learned early that it gave her better tips if she stroked a mans arm or leg and looked concerned while they told their story of woe. "What, what do you mean?" Mark answered frightened. His sister had a way of making him do things. Things he was unprepared for. The way she said she could help sounded suspicious. Sounded like she was planning something. "I'm not hot for mom," Mark tried to sound convincing. "So stop it." Mindy bit her lip and turned away, doing her best to hold back a big smile. Yes, he was hot for mom. She knew it. He had to know she knew it by now. "I could," she whispered, "you know, pretend to be mom." Mark gulped. What was she saying? Was she offering to play his mother in a role play? A role play with his sister. He felt sick. "Mindy!" he pushed her hand from his thigh, "you're my sister. Again, I am not hot for mom." But his body wasn't listening to his words. He felt his manhood jolt to attention as she had finished her sentence. Just like he did with his mother. Somehow he started to lose the thought of his sister as a sibling and started lusting her as if she were only a beautiful woman. "I mean," Mark's tone softened, "I might be a little smitten with her, but it's just something I think about to get turned on, not something I want to do." He didn't know what else to say. He knew she could tell that he wanted their mother. It was too obvious for him to think otherwise. After all, no matter how much he tried to deny it, she had caught him with her breasts in his hand. "Why did you grab her breasts then?" Mindy shifted her body so that she was facing him. She wanted to feel more like she was confront him. "Would you like to touch mine too?" Mark gulped. His mind looked into her, the eyes were so inviting. He tried not to look down but he couldn't resist. She had pulled her shirt up over her chest leaving her bare breasts in plain view. They were so full, so much more firm looking than their mother's. He salivated. "You can call my mommy," Mindy leaned into him and whispered in his ear. She could feel her breasts pressing towards his chest, his hands hesitantly reaching out to her, finally grasping her gently. Something came over her, the thoughts of power long diminished, she was lustful for him. Mark couldn't resist. The sight of his sisters breasts and the thought of her invitation to him combined with his twelve hours of lusting over his mother was unbearable. He lowered his head and took a breast to his mouth. "Oh mommy," he moaned, the nipped sliding around his tongue, "I love you." Mindy straddled his lap. She cupped her breasts and gently guided his head to her, caressing his hair. She started relishing the role. Her body dripping with excitement each time he mutter the words mommy and pulled her nipple in deeper. Mark could feel himself ready to release. He wanted to stop. He didn't want his sister to feel him like this but he couldn't stop. A steady stream of warm seed began oozing into his pants. He was unable to hold back his hips, thrusting them up against the warmth between his legs. He pressed harder and harder until there was no seed left to spill. "Did you come honey," she bent down and kissed his cheek, her chest tight against him. Mindy felt the power come back. Whatever lustful feeling she had fell away as his lust spilled against her thighs. She was in control. He had to hide a secret from both his sister and his mother. Soon he would crack and she could do what she willed with him. With them. They'd both crack, she was sure of it. She lowered her body and unzipped his pants, pulling them down past his hips. She leaned in to him and let her breasts touch his soft cock. "Do you want mommy to rub you with these," she squeezed her breasts around him. Mark nodded yes. His tender cock not wanting to be touched, but the softness of her breasts made him was rekindling his desire. She looked so good, Mark thought. Those breasts rubbing his cock made his mind go crazy. He was already with his mother, now his sister was inching in. He thought of all the women he had been with before. How they didn't understand his fantasy. It turned them off if he asked to suck their breasts and call them mom. Why? It was a game, he thought. Just something to turn him on. He looked at his sister. This wasn't a game though. He was acting out on his sick fantasy. He felt ashamed but couldn't resist rubbing his hands through his sister's hair. "I love you mommy," he moaned and thrust his cock between her breasts. He was getting hard again. He wanted her. "I didn't come yet, honey," she smiled and straddled him again. She rubbed her sex against his sticky cock until she burst in ecstasy. She bent down and her mouth enveloped his, her tongue pressed deep within him exploring. She felt his hands feeling her breasts, touching her like he had the other night. Mark felt his own excitement budding and his cock, soaked in her wetness started thrusting towards her. He couldn't find her opening, she pressed him too tight to his belly. His juices oozed free. "Oh honey," Mindy moaned in his ear, their writhing slowly subsiding, "that was so sexy." Mark felt used. Why didn't she let him use his hand, or his mouth. Why did she crawl back on top of him and smear herself over his tender spent cock to make him hard again? He was embarrassed he let her do it. That he didn't say no. She had always manipulated her like this. Always made him question everything around him. Mindy collapsed on top of him. She could still feel his hands fondling her. She smiled. For the first time in a long time, she felt strong. Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 04 Tammi shot up in bed. How long had she been sleeping? Why was she so exhausted? It must have been the stress. She thought about the previous day, the stale smell of sex still filled the room. The clock read two, she had gone to bed at noon. "That's not bad," she thought to herself. Slowly she got out of bed. She was so groggy but she knew she had to go find Mark. She had to talk to him before things got out of hand. Maybe a couple of hours was good for him. Maybe he had calmed down. She reached down and touched herself. Whether it was her son or not, he had awoken some feeling in her that she had held back. Feelings of submitting to her husband like a good wife. Feelings of being used for pleasure that made her feel whole inside. Tammi had always felt uncomfortable about that. The need to be used. Something about her strict religious upbringing made her feel guilty to do otherwise. She didn't want to love sex, she said to herself, to be loved while having sex was the most important thing. Mark had cherished her during sex. Mark did the thing she hated for him to do. He had both forced her and loved her at the same time. That excited her. That scared her. She got up and stumbled across the mess from the night before. She had to find him. This had to stop before it went too far. Before she went too far. The house was too dark. Tammi finally realized that she had slept fourteen hours, not just two. It was two in the morning. Did she dare enter his bedroom? He might get the wrong idea. She couldn't be loud or Mindy would hear. She felt her stomach come to her throat. She wanted this to end now. She had to end it now. Even if it meant waking him and telling him at two in the morning to stop. Nervously she approached his door. Was it unlocked? He always locked it. No, it wouldn't be unlocked tonight, she thought, he wanted me to come in. That thought sent chills through her. Her son wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to come to him and please him. It made her feel like she had done something wrong. She didn't raise him right. This was all her fault. Guilt felt heavy on her shoulders. She felt a shudder run through her and she started to cry. How long she sat outside the door she didn't know. She was disoriented and it was late. It might have been minutes or an hour. All she knew is that when she was done, she found the door open and slipped inside. She stood over his bed and listened to him breathe. She could tell he was sound asleep, his heavy pants filled the entire room seeming to never cease. Her thighs tightened, remembering his cock deep inside her. His warmth shooting into her. His seed coming out of her, coating her walls. She felt her lips moistening. It was wrong to think of that. She felt disgusted with herself. How could she think of that. He had raped her. Her own son. If it had been anyone else, she thought to herself, she would have called the police. He would be in jail. Not her son. She couldn't do that to him. What if he had done this to other women? What if that's why he couldn't keep a girlfriend? Did I do something wrong when I brought him up? She watched his chest go in and out for what felt like an eternity. He was so peaceful. So calm. Not like he was the night before. Not like he was when he lustfully stole her sex. He was really a good boy, she thought, something happened to make him mad with desire. How would she wake him up? Should she shake him? Maybe lay down next to him and comfort him, let him gently realize she was there scolding him. Yes, she was gong to scold him. What he had done was beyond anything she could imagine. He was being a very bad boy, grown or not, and she was his mother. She gulped and slowly slid down into the bed. He was naked, it made her feel scared. She never slept naked and told her kids not to. "I might come in to grab some clothes for laundry while you're sleeping in," she told them. He never listened. He would always be above the sheets, often his shaft hard like a teenager usually was. She tried to look away but too often she looked. He was so much bigger now than then. So much more of a man. She started to remember the feeling of him inside of her again. "Mark, honey," she whispered into his ear, "it's me. I wanted to talk to you." Mark slowly woke from his deep slumber and panicked. He felt his sister's soft breathing at his back. His mother couldn't be here. He couldn't have them both in his bed. Quickly he shoved the palm of his hand over her mouth. She had to be quiet. "Don't move," he gripped her waist tight to his and rolled completely over her to her and off the bed. Mark didn't know what else to do. He pressed his hand harder against her mouth as she tried to talk. She couldn't talk, he thought. It would ruin everything. Tammi stayed as still as she could. Her body was tensed in fear. She couldn't bear him like this. Her own son forcing her. It was humiliating. When she was married it was okay. Her husband could come home after a late night with the boys and push her around. She loved him. She knew he loved her, even if he forced her to do things she wasn't always comfortable doing. She was supposed to do things. She was his wife. Her son was a boy. Someone she had suckled at her breast until he was almost four. A boy who's body she had cleaned with many warm wet cloths. A teenager who soiled the sheets she was constantly having to wash with his sex. Her boy. He couldn't do the things her husband did. She didn't raise him to be that way. She raised him to love women. She went out of her way to hold him close. To give him as much affection as she could. She didn't want him to become her husband. Her husband was a loving man, but he was a violent man towards women. He wanted them to bend to his will. Her husband wanted women to do his thing and forget their own. Mark pulled her. His hand behind her head, the other on her mouth. He shoved her to her bedroom forcefully and quickly. Her body convulsed in fear over what he was thinking. Everything came back to her. Don't resist, she said to herself. Let him do whatever he wants. He loves you. He won't hurt you. He won't kill you. Let him take you and talk to him in the morning. Just like Tom. Just like her husband used to be. He has the same genes. He has the same lust. He is from the same seed. Mark shoved her back on the bed. Why had his sister insisted on sleeping with him? He told her over and over again not to. That he wanted to be alone. Mindy wouldn't leave him alone. She was everywhere. He wanted mom, and she wasn't giving him any space to have her. She was keeping him from her and each moment he was away made his lust grow stronger. Now that he had his mother in his grasp, he couldn't contain himself. He started pawing at her clothes. Removing each piece as quickly as possible until she was nude before him. He ached for her touch. Her breasts in his mouth or her moist sex surrounding his cock. He ached for her in ways that made him nearly insane. Tammi wanted him to pull the hand from her mouth. Wanted him to let her speak, but he wasn't cooperating. He was pinning her down. She knew he was going to force her again. She swallowed hard. She had been in this position many times. She'd tell Tom no, but he was too overcome to listen. She knew it was going to hurt both physically and emotionally. She had to make it as painless as possible. She opened her legs wide and raised her hips to her son's hot shaft. She knew what he needed. He needed to be released from his desire. She couldn't talk to him until he had it. He was too lustful. He was too full of his male hormones to listen. He needed to be emptied. Mark couldn't believe it. He felt her hips rise to him eagerly. She was the woman she was two nights ago. The woman who wanted him instead of the woman who let him take her. He felt his cock shake and rise to his belly. His mother was wanting him. The feelings were overwhelming. Her hips touching his cock. He had ached for her and now he could feel her ache for him. He wanted so badly to press inside. To feel her comforting warmth. "Oh mom," he moaned and found her opening, "I love you." Tammi couldn't bear it. Her husband would call her names when he made her have sex and love her the next morning. He'd call her a bitch or something worse. Something to make her feel little as she was taken. It was almost unbearable to have her son love her as he raped her. She started to sob, her body shaking uncontrollably. She tried to peel his hand from her mouth. She couldn't let him force her and tell her he loved her. It hurt her too much. Mark felt her body convulsing. She couldn't be coming so soon. He wanted her to wait. To feel his seed filling her belly again. He quickened his pace. How he loved the feeling of her hot walls against him. Her slipperiness sending his body closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. He needed to come with her. "Oh mom," he moaned into her ear, "not yet, I'm not ready." His hot breath in her ear gave her goosebumps. What did he mean? She felt the sobs take over her entire being. She was so confused by him. She didn't know what was going on. She started to jerk with each sob. Mark pulled a breast to his mouth and suckled it. Then thrusting even harder, he felt his mother's shaking beneath him and wanted to be sure to explode with her. He wanted to feel at one with her. He pushed and pushed until he felt like he could contain his lust no longer. "Mom," he moaned into her ear, his palm still tight against her mouth, "I'm going to come so much into you that you're going to feel me loving you for a year." With that Mark shoved himself as hard and strong as he could into his mother's sex and let his seed burst forth. He felt her walls jerking against him and couldn't help himself. He wanted to fill her. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. Slowly he removed his hand from her mouth and quickly covered it with this lips. He shot his tongue into her mouth with each thrust, in and out. Feeling for her tongue, loving her warm mouth. Tammi felt the tears run down her cheeks. What had he just said? What did he mean? She felt her whole body shivering in fear. Was he trying to get her pregnant? She didn't want to feel him come in her at all and he was acting like it was her mad desire. Mark's tongue and shaft continued entering her against her desires. He started coming inside her. She could feel the warm juices shooting up into her belly, his hot shaft pulsing. Didn't he know what he was doing? Didn't he know that if he kept doing it disaster would strike? She shuddered at the thought of giving birth to her grandchild. The seed filled her. She knew then that she would be pregnant with his child. That she would bear the burden of his loins. The timing was right. He wanted her as every man would if they were near her at this time of her cycle. He must have instinctively knew she was fertile ground for his seed. Mark couldn't resist. He felt her walls pulling the seed from him. He knew she needed him to fill her. He knew how much she wanted it. He pressed harder and harder into her until he had nothing left to give then collapsed on top of her. Tammi put her arms around him. It wasn't time to talk, she thought. It wouldn't be time until the morning. When he was least likely to want for her, she convinced herself. When he was least likely to rape her. When he wasn't too exhausted to listen. She caressed him. He was such a good boy she thought. How could he force someone? How could he force his own mother? Tears started rolling from her eyes. She had raised her son and now she felt that burden weighing heavy on her. It was her fault. They drifted off to sleep. Mindy had watched the entire thing. Going to bed with her brother wasn't such a bad idea, she thought. She rubbed herself. She was in control and she was relishing it. Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 05 Mark laid there panicking. He didn't want to leave his mother's warm embrace. Her chest lifting to his cheek with each breath she took. He had to. What would Mindy say if she found him gone? What if she had already noticed? She had to sleep with him. He said no over and over again, but she just crawled into bed next to him. He tried to protest but the feeling of her breasts against his back made him give in. He was tormented. He never wanted to do anything to his sister. He had always wanted to protect her from acts like this. He had protected her from acts like this. When had had seen her with their father he felt his body fill with anger and disgust. How could his father even consider touching her the way that he was. Mark had to act, and he did. He grabbed his father and threw him to the ground. He stood between them, his father's pants off, his shirt barely covering his softening cock. He looked at him and didn't say a word until he left. He held her that night. It didn't matter that she was naked to him at all, he didn't care. He just wanted to hold her and make her feel safe. Now she had changed that. Mark felt manipulated. She had made his love for her dirty and shameful. He silently slipped from his mother's side. He still had to return to her. To keep his secret safe. "Where did you go," Mindy hugged her naked body around her brother. "You were gone a long time." "Bathroom," Mark shivered. He felt her breasts against him again, the soft pillows pushed against his back. He didn't want to want her. He wanted her to leave him alone. His lust was not for her. "I hope you turned the fan on, you were gone for over an hour," she started letting her hands roam across his body. She could smell her mother's sex all over him and it excited her. She felt his strength stir beneath her. "Come here," she whispered into his ear, "Mommy wants you to suck on her nipples." Mark shuddered. The soft breath in his ear coupled with the words that were spoken sent his cock shooting up. Why was she doing this to him? What was happening? He couldn't stop, the feeling of lust quickly returning. She held her breast out with a hand and pressed it gently into his face. Mark started to moan instantly. He could tell she knew what his breaking point was. How he couldn't resist thinking of his mother's breasts, even in play. His cock shuddered, he was filled with desire. Mindy smiled. She saw him shifting his weight around her, trying to find something to press his love against. She held out the other breast. It was exciting her too. Not just the control, but him sucking her like this. Something she usually hated was now sending waves of excitement to her loins. "You're such a good boy," she rubbed her hands through his hair and pressed him towards her breast. "Mommy's good boy." He moaned involuntarily. He couldn't resist her words. If his mother would only talk to him like that when he was with her. Mark felt his cock swell as the repeated feeling of her nipple against his tongue drove him wild. "Come to mommy honey," Mindy started shifting her body lower, pulling her breast from his latch. "Mommy wants to make you feel good." Mark shuddered as her head descended to his wanting cock. He knew the smell of their mother was heavy upon him. She had to smell it but would she think it was hers? Mark felt horrified at trying to keep both affairs secret. It was making him go crazy. Mindy lingered over his hot shaft gently leaving a trail of small slow kisses. She could taste their mother upon him. Something about that smell and taste sent shivers into her belly and added to her excitement. She took him into her mouth and savored the mingled flavor of her mother's and brother's lovemaking. She was purposely going as slow as she could, running her tongue flatly against him with heavy pressure. She wanted him to feel eaten when she was done with him. She wanted to lick all of his previous days lovemaking away. She slowed and slowed until she was barely moving. His cock jerking wildly in her mouth. She started sucking on his cock like he would suck on her breasts, in a slow pattern of worship. Mark felt his whole body arc. She was going so slow he wanted to scream. He couldn't do anything to hold back his obvious pleasure and soon he his moaning couldn't be contained. Her lips felt so hot against his shaft, her tongue pressing him tight. He couldn't bear her slowness but each time he would thrust to speed her up she only went slower, adding to his agony. Over and over again she went up and down on him. Mindy knew his cock, his whole body was going to explode at any moment. It was her job to prolong that moment until it could be held back no longer. She could feel his juices churning in his belly. She knew he couldn't take it much longer. "Honey," she whispered, "I want you to come on my breasts." She slid her mouth from his cock and pushed her breasts around it and bent back down, her mouth over his tip. Mark started to shake wildly. Whatever passion she had stirred in him was about to explode into the biggest orgasm of his life. He looked away from her ashamed. He didn't want to see the top of her head like that, around his manhood as he let loose his seed. He couldn't hold back. The repeated sucking she was doing on his tip combined with the softness of her breasts surrounding him made him tremble, finally unleashing a torrent of his love into her mouth. He started thrusting like a boy having his first sex. Nothing was going to be enough to completely please him. He felt his pleasure grow to the point that he was fearful it would never end. Mindy sucked and sucked him, finally sliding the whole soft thing into her mouth and sucking more. She knew this drove men wild. That they felt tender and couldn't stand it, but they would never say anything about it. They always let her do it. She gently pulled every last bit of juice she could out of him. "Mark honey," Mindy slid from his softness and started kissing his hips and thighs, "I said to come on Mommy's breasts, not in my mouth. I should punish you." What punishment was worse than this Mark wondered. His body couldn't stop shaking. It was partly from pleasure and mostly from fear. What was happening to him? How could she be doing these things to him. She was his sister, it wasn't right. Why was he letting her? He gulped. I've made myself one big mess, he thought to himself. Two big messes. Mark didn't yet know how big those messes were going to turn out to be. Mindy made a point of always being home when they were. She stopped working nights and mirrored her brother's schedule. She would make sure that they never had a chance to be alone. For the next few weeks she kept him busy. Constantly playing mommy games with her breasts. Giving him nearly unfettered access to them to keep him busy. She loved it, she thought, he was like a reluctant puppy dog. Shy at first then ready for play. She also knew she was making him crazy. "Don't you ever work anymore?" Mark asked her one day, "I mean it seems like all of a sudden you're always home." Mindy looked at him. She could see the agony on his face. He wanted to be alone with mom but he couldn't tell her that. He had a secret to keep and she knew what it was. It was almost unfair. She lifted up her shirt to reveal her bare chest. "Honey," she smiled, "Mommy just wanted to spend some quality time with her favorite boy." Mark couldn't help it. He wanted to help it but he couldn't. He walked over to her and bent down, pulling a breast into his mouth, he felt his cock harden. He wanted most in the world to be with his mother, and his sister was playing a sort of evil surrogate. At first Tammi was excited that her daughter was home. She wouldn't have to be concerned about her son's advances if she was there. She wanted to talk to him, but there never seemed to be a good time. She feared seeing him alone and never returned to his bedroom after that night. She was afraid of the man that she woke up. After a few weeks passed she started to feel sick. She didn't know how to tell him. She knew. She could feel it in her stomach in the morning. What was she going to do? How had this happened? She wanted to press rewind on her life. To somehow have mustered the courage to stop this evil before it happened. It was too late. "Breakfast?" Mark looked at his mother. She looked like she was sick, her face a pale white. He longed for her. Even though she looked sick all he could think about was her breasts. The games Mindy was tormenting with only making him want her more. "I'm not feeling well," she sat down, "I'll just have some crackers." For the first time in over a month she was alone with her son. What was he going to do? She didn't have the energy to fend him off. It didn't matter anyway. Whatever shred of dignity she had was stripped away by the growing baby inside her. No she had to have a talk with him but not the talk she had wanted to before. She had to tell him about what he had done. The terrible mistake that he had made. "Mark," she looked up at him, "we really need to talk about what happened. It's like you're avoiding talking to me." Mark looked at her. Her face was ashen. What was she going to say? How she must be aching as much as he was. He felt it that last time. He felt her press against him, pulling him to her. He felt her warm embrace that he reluctantly had to leave. He wanted to hold her close again. To feel her skin against his, her breast upon his lips. He turned off the burner and left his breakfast undone. This was the first time he had been alone with his mother in over a month. It wasn't time for talking. He turned to her, squeezed her arms and pulled her close. His lips descended upon her, opening her mouth and exploring it's warmth. How he missed her warmth. Mark let his hands lift her heavy breasts and hold them. He couldn't resist touching them. As much as his sister was letting him play with her, he thought, it was these that he desired. They were heavier, more round, softer. Most of all they were his mother's. Tammi shuddered. She felt his tongue pressing deep into her and tried to give no response. She didn't want this. Every time she tried to talk to him it seem he would force her to submit to his lustful desires. It made her fear him. He wasn't her son anymore, he was turning into something else. A strong and willful mate with no care for her desires. She started crying but he didn't notice. Silence, she thought. I have to be silent. I have to let him know that what he is doing is wrong. Be a passive willing partner that will let him relieve his lust upon her. I need to do this for him. Tammi couldn't help thinking that if she didn't do this it would be worse. He would force someone else. She raised him, she had to accept him. He was her responsibility. Mark pulled her shirt up over her chest. Her skin was as pale as her face, but it only made her full breasts more appealing to him. He pulled them to his lips and began sucking like the hungry son he was. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants. It was almost going to make him explode. He couldn't stop running his mouth against them they felt so wonderful. Tammi swallowed hard. Her breasts were extra tender and swollen. She could feel changes happening inside of her already, her body adjusting. How she dreaded telling him. What was she going to say? She felt his hands drift down across her thighs to the very place that he had unwillingly entered and spent his loins. She let out a soft moan. Sickness fell through her. She was getting excited and this time, she wanted him to touch her. It made her cringe but she put her hand on his and directed it to her. She need her relief this time. It had been too long since someone made her lose control. Mark was excited. He wanted her, to please her, and now she was helping him. He pushed her against the wall and knelt at her waist. He could smell her sex so close to his face. He wanted to taste her. Quickly he pulled the pants from her waist and pushed them to the floor. Her full brown bush in front of him. He really saw it for the first time and it made his balls ache. He pushed his mouth into her and quickly explored her body. His tongue eagerly searching for any place that made her pant or moan. He wanted to feel her pleasure against his mouth. He wanted to please her more than he wanted pleasure himself. Tammi moaned. Her son's tongue pressed tight against her sex. She couldn't stand the thought of it so she kept calling him Tom in her head. It was so easy to switch him to Tom, they looked so much alike she thought. I just need someone to touch me. She pulled his head to her and her met her lust against his face. She couldn't stand back anymore and years of pent up desire spilled upon him. She started to slide down, her legs unable to hold her weight. She exploded in a series of loud moans before slowly releasing her grip on his head and trying to right herself. Mark tried to catch his breath. What happened? She hadn't come like that before when he had been with her. She was quieter and barely shuddered let alone jerked like she was insane. Her taste surrounded him and filled his throat. It was so different than his sisters. How he wished he would have said no to Mindy. His real desire wasn't her, it was their mother. Tammi slid to the floor, her body still shaking uncontrollably. She knew if she didn't contain his lust it would only grow and he would come back until he was relieved. She pulled down his pants and looked up into his eyes. She loved him. Even if she now felt as if he had taken from her any innocence either of them had. Now something had changed. She felt the desire to please him take over. Not only as his mother, but as the father of her child. She needed to please him, she thought, it's a mother's job to keep the father happy. She pulled the cock into her mouth. It was so big and strong and smooth. She never loved the feeling of a man in her mouth, it made her feel dirty inside. But this was her son, it was okay. She knew where he had been. It was different. She savored him. She pulled him in and out of her mouth and let him feel her desire for him. She wanted to make him lose control. She wanted to see the joy upon his face that came when his desire was fulfilled. She wanted to bask in the warm afterglow of sex where a man is calm and loving instead of filled with lust. She suckled him and started to pull his love from his shaft. She knew by the way he would linger on her breasts that this motion would drive him wild. Mark couldn't stand it. The sight of his mothers brown hair as it slid up and down upon him was making his mind and body both ready to explode. He constantly thought he was ready to fill her mouth with his juice only to find he had yet another excruciating moment to wait. His head spun. He couldn't take it anymore. He reached down and pulled her head towards him and shot forth his first load of juice before relaxing his grip. Tammi jerked. She wasn't ready for his juice. She felt his hands hard upon her and unable to get free. He started coming in her mouth. Finally he relaxed and she slipped him from her and down between her breasts. She squeezed him between her, feeling his pulsing quicken and then slowly subside, the slipper wetness dripping down to her belly. She looked up at him. She felt her loins stir slightly, the look of lust fulfilled written on his face. She stood up and quickly found their clothes. "Hi guys," Mindy called out from the front door as she walked in, "Where is everybody?" Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 06 "I want to take you out," Mark smiled at his mother as the two of them sat together on the couch. "You know, dinner, dancing, a night on the town." Tammi leaned back, she didn't feel well. The constant feeling of nausea was so overwhelming it was all she could think about. Food and dancing was the last thing on her mind. What started out as a horrible act had turned into a horrible life. She was allowing herself to be manipulated and bent in horrible ways. Everything she was brought up to know as right and wrong was gnawing at her with each day. She knew she was wrong, but she was helpless to stop. "I don't know," Tammi squeezed his thigh, "I'm not feeling so well." "How about next Friday then," Mark laughed, "that will give you plenty of time to rest up." As much as Tammi protested, Mark wasn't going to take no for an answer. Was she going to feel better? Would she ever feel better? Any thought of being normal was slipping away. What did Mark want, the public to know about his mother? "If Mindy comes," Tammi finally agreed. Mark was taken aback. How could she come? How could he be on a date with his mother when his sister was there. His sister that was throwing herself on him. The though made him terribly uncomfortable. "Are you sure?" Mark finally found a way to answer. "Not just us?" "No, honey," Tammi smiled, "that wouldn't be right." Finally, Tammi felt some sense of control. By the time Friday had come Tammi had time to reflect and to feel guilty. Some of her was excited to go on a date, even if it was with her son. Some of her wanted to be wined, dined and taken dancing. To be shown off. She wanted to feel wanted again. Ever since her husband died that strange and horrible death, she had felt the need to be wanted. Nothing could prepare her for the sudden change of life, from being a wife to being a widow. Why would someone kill someone? Why did it have to be her husband? "You have to start living again," Mindy smiled as if reading her mind, "you haven't been out of the house in months." Tammi thought about it. It had been months. Grocery delivery and a fear of talking to anyone had made her a hermit. It started clouding her mind letting her lose touch with reality. Letting her fall into the trap that her life had become. Maybe this would be her first step out. "Maybe I should get gussied up," Tammi laughed, "and try to meet someone while I'm still young." The thought of her mother meeting a man while on a date with Mark drove Mindy wild. He would go crazy with jealousy. Would he be able to contain himself? Would he crack? The power was driving her mad. "I'll help," Mindy smiled, "my friends and I love to get dressed together. Want to?" Tammi thought about it. Was she doing it for Mark or was she doing it to meet someone? She was carrying Mark's baby. She wanted to bad not to be. So bad to go back, but you can't go back. Maybe there could be a way. Maybe she could meet someone. "Yes," Tammi smiled, "like girlfriends." "Let's get started then," Mindy smiled and dragged her mother off to her bedroom. Mindy's room was a mess, but not nearly as bad as most times. The clothes were in baskets spread around the room and her drawers mostly empty. A few odd scraps of paper lined the walls with various scrawls on them. "Are you ever going to clean this room?" Tammi asked half jokingly. "Nah," Mindy smiled grabbing a giant ball of clothes, "it'll just get messy again. Let's use your room, it's bigger." Tammi was relieved. Not only was her room bigger, it was cleaner and it was "her" room. For some reason it was the only place she felt she could fall back to. Even if Mark violated her privacy far too often, it was still a place she felt in control of. A place were she felt some control. Tammi watched as Mindy started undressing. The same girl who screamed at her relentlessly about her body throughout her teens slowly removing her shirt and pants, then her bra and panties. Tammi felt a flush run through her body. Her daughter was so beautiful. Her daughter was a woman now, not a teen. "Mom," Mindy nodded and smiled, "we have to start with the foundation." Tammi was embarrassed. What had she agreed to? It sounded fun but did Mindy really get naked in front of her friends? Wasn't that a little weird? Tammi didn't know what to think about a generation gap she didn't know she had. Mindy smiled. Everything was falling into her lap. From the time the had asked her to go out with them for a family dinner and maybe a nightclub to her mother giving her the opening to help her get ready. To help her find a man. "Here," Mindy walked up to her mother, "I'll help." Mindy reached her hands down to her mother's waist and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. The torment in her mother's face sending waves of excitement through her naked body. She bit her lip. The pleasuring power of undressing her mother making her body shake. Mindy knelt and pulled both her mother's pants and panties down. She could smell her, but more than that, her eyes could see her. Her full brown pubic hair against her hips, against her mother's tightening belly. Against her future sibling. Mindy knew. She could hear her mother throwing up every morning. Mark may have been oblivious, but she wasn't. Her mother was carrying a baby. "You want me to help with that?" Mindy looked up and smiled, running her hands gently against her mother's hips, "It could use a trim." Tammi looked away. She was embarrassed. Not that she wasn't well groomed as much as that her daughter was looking at her. Looking at her there. She wondered if Mindy knew about the baby? Could she tell now? Tammi could tell, she could feel it in her breasts and in her belly. Would Mindy know? "I, I don't know what to say," Tammi gulped. "I'm embarrassed." "Don't be," Mindy laughed, "I'll be right back." Mindy ran away. Tammi removed her bra in silence. She didn't know what to expect when she said like girlfriends, but so far she felt tormented. The sight of her daughter's nude body before her sent shivers of pleasure through her, not sexual at all but rather like her daughter trusted her again. Then there was the shameful part. The nudity was shameful. Tammi was always taught that you never shared your naked image with anyone. That's why it always made her feel taken, ashamed, when her husband would turn the lights on to gaze at her. That's what made her ashamed when Mark looked at her. Somehow, the shame wasn't there with Mindy. "Here," Mindy quickly returned with a razor, gels, towels and a bowl of warm water, "this is going to take a while so sit down." Mindy pulled her mother gently to her bedside chair and sat her down. Slowly she slipped down to the floor and pushed her legs apart and intently watched her mother's face before looking down at her bushy brown hair hiding her slightly parted pink lips. She started spreading the gel. Tammi jerked and started to shake. The joy and pleasure she found being with her daughter was overcoming her. Though it wasn't sexual in her mind, her body was responding as if it was. She felt her thighs tremble as Mindy's fingers rubbed the gel into her hair, into her skin and between her legs. The coolness pressed against her warmth, tickling her body into excitement. Mindy dipped the razor into the water and started to shave, all the while her free hand was rubbing the gel deeper into her mother's loins, her fingers slipping in and out from the love between her legs, just enough to tease then quickly retreating as if entering in error. She could hear her mother panting, her nipples hard on her heavy breasts. "Mom," she looked up at her mother. She could see the excitement on her face. Mindy had never touched a woman before and as much as she could feel her mother's excitement, hers was building even greater. "should I take it all off?" Tammi just nodded yes. The thought of her bare pubic area disgusted her, but the feeling her daughter was giving her couldn't stop. She wanted to keep being touched like this, so gently and methodically. Not sexually, yet bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She could feel her hips greeting each touch of the razor or the warmth of the wet towel upon her freshly bare skin. She let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Do you want to see?" Mindy leaned over to grab a mirror from her mother's night stand as she finished and placed it between her mother's legs. "I hope you meet someone so you can see how sexy men think it is!" Tammi looked away then slowly down at the mirror. She had never seen herself before or any woman like that for that matter. The thought of looking both nauseated her and intrigued her. She wanted to look away but she couldn't. She looked down and saw herself for the first time. Her body now bare, nothing was left covered. She felt more naked than she had ever felt before. Mindy reached up and squeezed her thigh lovingly. A massage that was telling her to relax and be comfortable. She could see her mother's eyes filling as she looked in the mirror. She could smell her lust growing. She knew her mother was excited. Mindy herself was excited. What was happening? She wanted to help her mother get a date and now instead she wanted her mother's love. She shook her head. "We should start picking out some lingerie," Mindy slowly broke from her thoughts of lust. "Even if you don't, you know, you want to feel sexy." Tammi never wore lingerie. It was uncomfortable both physically and mentally. It made her feel wanton to try to look sexy. Made her feel like she needed sex when in truth she only accepted that her partner needed sex. "Why wake the sleeping bull," her mother would tell more than ask her, "don't show the bull the cow and he rests all day." Mindy looked at her mother. She was still young. Still beautiful. In a way she hoped that her mother would go out and find a man. To enjoy his company. She deserved it and it would make her feel better. Most of her, though, enjoyed the power. The power she was wielding over both her mother and her brother. The power that was always bubbling just beneath the surface of her love for her family. "How about this?" Mindy held up a bra and panties, "you always look great in red." Tammi looked. Was she going to wear these things? Could she say no? This was the first time that she could remember enjoying her daughter's company in a long time. It was best just to go along with her? Mindy knew how to bend men with her looks, maybe she could too? "Okay," Tammi smiled, the sexual excitement in her bare loins, gratefully, slowly diminishing. Mindy handed her the panties and watched as she pulled them on. They were the smallest she had. She wondered what her mother would think sitting there with her daughter's thong on all night. Her son ogling her, maybe men on the dance floor feeling her bare bottom against them, encouraging them. Her bare loins dripping with moisture. "Have you kissed anyone since dad," Mindy moved to face her mother, softly touching her arms. Tammi shook her head no. How could she tell the truth? She couldn't say that she'd kissed Mark. Mark had kissed her anyway. It was Mark who initiated. It was a technicality but it was true, at least to Tammi. No, she hadn't kissed anyone. Mindy moved closer until their breasts were barely touching. Her mother's skin felt so smooth and soft against hers. Every moment sending her mad with desire and making her feel more and more in control. She made her mother lie. She watched Mark and her together. She watched them kiss, touch and more. She watched her on her knees in front of him, taking him inside of her. No, she had more than kissed a man, she loved a man. Mindy felt her mother's heavy breathing against her face as she leaned in and placed her lips onto her mother's and let her tongue press inside of her. She wanted her mother. She wasn't sure she wanted a woman, but she wanted the power she could have by taking her mother. She could make her mother lie to both her, and then her brother. The torment would grow and grow in their minds until they were helpless to fight it. Until they gave their souls to her. Tammi let out a moan. Something about her daughter kissing her, being so close, it was exciting her. Whatever should have turned her off and made her say no wasn't working. She just wanted to be with her, to love her. She reached her hands out to softly caress her bare skin. Mindy's skin was so soft to her touch. She needed her daughter's love. Her daughter's love was so soft and gentle. Mindy pushed her mother to the bed and slowly filled her body with little gentle kisses not knowing what to do really. Her friends had touched a little from time to time, but never anything like this. She pulled her mother's nipple into her mouth and with it, her own body began to explode. The excitement of having her mother's breast in her mouth surprised her. Why was it so comforting and sexual at the same time? She lingered for a moment to savor her mother's gentleness and love. Tammi moaned. The way her daughter was touching her was sending her into a constant state of orgasm. Her body couldn't stop shaking. This wasn't the overbearing lust of a man, this was a gentle love without overbearing lust. She felt Mindy slowly lowering her kisses down from her breasts to her hips and then to her loins. Tammi felt her sexy swelling and moistening as the kisses excruciatingly slowly neared her love. She started panting and grabbing the sheets. She wasn't prepared for the feelings she was having, but they felt so strange and incredible she didn't care. She needed release. Mindy could smell her. She had smelled it before on Mark, but not this strong and powerful. She smelled incredibly sexy and Mindy could barely contain her desire to taste her, but she knew the slower she went the more power would build up inside of her. She would be more in control and her mother less in control. Finally she removed the panties and let her tongue burrow into her mother's slippery wetness. Tammi exploded in a stream of juices that she didn't know she possessed. Wave after wave of pleasure sprang from her and drenched her love. She couldn't hold back her screaming and moaning no matter how hard she tried. She prayed that Mark wasn't home to hear her, to come in on them, but she couldn't stop. Mindy drove her mouth in deeper and deeper, finding anything she could find that would make her mother shake more or scream more. She felt the power of her mother's orgasms rolling through her, bringing her own body and mind to the brink of explosion with every lap of her tongue. After countless minutes her mother's body collapsed on the bed, still shaking uncontrollably. Her heavy pants lifting her chest up and down in quick rhythm. Mindy had exhausted her. "That was sensuous," Mindy stroked her mother's hair as she pulled it onto her lap. Mindy felt her excitement oozing through her, yet she couldn't make her mother release it. No, she wanted her mother to do it willingly. Mindy pressed her breast towards her mother her body unconsciously begging for her mouth to take it. For her mother to willingly love her. Tammi felt paralyzed with exhaustion but she wanted to give back to her daughter what she had received. She wanted her daughter to know that she loved her daughter as much or more than her daughter loved her. Tammi could feel Mindy's breasts against her face. They were so soft. There was nothing rough about her daughter. Nothing that made her feel like she was being forced or used. There was nothing overbearing. She pulled the nipple into her mouth and all the sensations of their lovemaking ran through her again. Tammi started kissing all along her breasts. She couldn't stop tasting her daughter's skin, bringing it into her mouth and letting it linger there. She loved Mindy and her love was obvious in the kisses. She worked her way down to Mindy's hips, slowly laying her back onto the bed. Mindy gulped. She could feel her entire body tensing with excitement. She felt the warmth of love fill her for the first time in years. While what she was doing was entirely sexual, she felt like she was being hugged as it happened. The feeling of power diminished as her mother's tongue slipped between her legs and sent shudders of joy into her belly. She shook uncontrollably, her body convulsing and writhing in joy. She pulled her mother's head into her loins, smearing them all across her face. Every part of her being was boiling over in excitement. For all the things she had done with anyone, she had never felt a larger sexual release than she did at that moment. She opened her legs wider and wider, inviting her mother to explore as deep as she could, until finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She let out a giant scream and collapsed. The two of them stayed together, entwined in a loving hug, gently kissing their love from each other's faces, for an hour. Tammi felt loved during sex for the first time in her life. She didn't know why, but something about being with her daughter made everything different. It was softer, gentler and it was with someone she truly loved, even if she didn't always trust her. It was special. She wanted that feeling to never end. Mindy smiled. She knew she had power to control them both now. She knew their secrets and they didn't know hers. As much as she felt loved by her mother, she felt she could now control that love. The feelings of joy only made her want more power. She could make her mother make her feel so wonderful. She had made her mother make her feel wonderful, and her mother did it willingly. "Shouldn't we start getting ready?" Mindy whispered into her mother's ear lovingly, "Mark's going to be home soon." Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 07 Mark looked at his mother, then into the rear view mirror at his sister. He was tormented, the sight of them dressed for a night out making him feel even worse. The dinner was uncomfortable enough but now they were going dancing. Making small talk and trying to repress his lust for his mother. Mindy constantly rubbing her feet against his legs under the tablecloth. Why had she asked to bring Mindy along? Why did he say yes? Mindy smiled. She knew that this was killing him. Every muscle on his face looked contorted. Then there were the secrets yet to be revealed. That her mother was pregnant with his child. That he forcefully took her against her will thinking she had wanted him. The power of those secrets sent Mindy's body on fire. The car slowly pulled into a parking spot. "We're here," Mark looked at his mother and smiled, "are you ready for this mom?" Tammi nodded yes and gulped. Of course she wasn't ready for this. She was far too old, and far too repressed for a night of dancing. "Just a couple of drinks," she squeezed Mark's hand as they walked through the door, "I don't want to be too late." Mark felt his loins stiffen. The thought of getting home and getting her into bed was the only thing in his mind. He stole a glance down her dress towards her full breasts. How he wanted to touch them, kiss them. The whole place wasn't much larger than their living room, Tammi thought, as they sat at the bar. "Three pints," Mark held his fingers up towards a bartender and gave a nod. "Two honey," Tammi pulled on his shirt, "I'm okay." Was she ever going to to tell him, she wondered. She thought about the budding life in her belly. How could she tell him that she was pregnant, that it was his? "Well, I might be the only one, but I'm here to dance," Mindy smiled and strolled into the small crowd of people that were dancing. Her hips or breasts softly finding a body to rub against and garnering a lot of attention the process. "Look at her," Mark handed his mother a glass of water, "always strutting her stuff and creating a crowd. What a tease." "I hope she's just a tease," Tammi muttered, sipping on her water. "I'm sure she is," Mark slipped his hand to his mother's and sat down next to her. They watched as Mindy slowly worked her body throughout the crowd. Every man's eyes watched her intently, much to many girlfriends and wives dismay. Finally she started walking back, a boy, following her like a puppy. "Tammi," Mindy smiled at her mother, "this is Bill and he was asking if I'd introduce you. He said he'd really love to dance." "I couldn't," Tammi smiled but Mindy's hand pulled her to her feet. "He said you were hot," Mindy whispered into her ear, "it won't hurt to dance." Mindy pushed her toward him and then both of them towards the dance floor before coming back to Mark. "Get this," Mindy sucked down half her beer, "he said mom was hot. He wouldn't stop talking to me about her on the dance floor." Mark glared, first at the dance floor then at his sister. He was so angry he wanted to hurt someone. Why had they come here? Why did she shove them to the dance floor? Mindy smiled. She could see it. Mark was unraveling before his eyes. He couldn't hold back his feelings anymore and she was sticking the fork in deeper and deeper. "I should probably go and join them," Mindy finished the beer, "could you get me another?" Mindy meandered through the dance floor until she found her mother, Bill's hands sliding up and down her body. Her mother's face looked to be torn between ecstasy and agony. "Can I join you?" Mindy smiled and Tammi quickly pulled her close. They danced for awhile together until Bill slowly backed off and left the two to themselves. "He asked me me for my number and begged me to text him," Tammi smiled. "I told him I didn't have a cell phone and he looked at me like I was either insane or blowing him off." "We'll have to get you one," Mindy laughed, "if you're going to go out and have an affair you don't want to be using the house phone!" The two of them slowly walked back to Mark who was angrily watching Bill dance with another girl. "Looks like your boyfriend found a new girl," Mark nodded at the two of them as they walked up. Mindy smiled and sucked down her new beer. At least he wasn't so angry that he forgot to get her a drink. She felt the power and control over him. She knew that tonight, she could torment him into a bumbling idiot. "Should we get going then?" Tammi asked, "It's already eleven. They must be closing soon." "Okay," Mindy gathered her stuff, "but they close at two." Mark walked silently as the three of them left the bar towards the car. He felt like he was losing control of himself. "That boy had some hands," Tammi started chatting on the car ride home. "He was feeling me up out there, is that how you dance now?" Mindy looked into the mirror at her brother's face. He looked like he was going to cry. "He kept saying how hot I was," Tammi smiled, "it was nice having someone think you're hot. I'm glad I got his number." The rest of the car ride was silent. Mindy kept trying to see the look on Mark's face. To see the pain she was causing him was exciting her. Thinking about what he was going to do when he finally lost control. Mark parked the car and walked towards the house, not even waiting for the women. He was furious and about to lose control. His lust for his mother was churning through his body and combining with the anger that she would dance with someone like that. Talk about it like that. She had come to him first. She had started their love, and now what? Was she ending it without telling him with some boy from a dance floor? He opened the door and went to his room. "Then he slid his hand under my skirt and into my underwear," Tammi said on the way up the stairs towards her room, "and I could feel his hands against my wet smooth skin and I thought I was going to explode." "He didn't?!" Mindy gasped. "On the dance floor and you let him? No wonder he was begging you to text him." "I don't know how people dance now," Tammi smiled, "I thought I was supposed to go along with it." The truth was Tammi felt relieved. As weird as it was being groped on the dance floor, it wasn't wrong. It wasn't her son molesting her. It was a man who thought she was hot because she was a woman. Mark heard them talking in the hallway and felt her stomach lurch to his throat. He started to cry until the sobs were uncontrollable. He couldn't tell what he was feeling, jealousy, anger, sadness, despair all ran through his mind. "Let me help you with that," Mindy pulled her mother's back towards her and dropped her dress to the ground. She let her hands wanter gently before pulling her hair aside and unclasping the red bra. "Mom," Mindy whispered into her ear as she reached her hands around cupped her mother's breasts, "I know about the baby. You've been sick every morning for weeks." Tammi's body tightened stiff as a board. She knew. There was no denying she knew. How much did she know? Tammi felt racked with fear yet it was almost a relief that someone else knew. That she now wasn't alone with her secret. "I don't know what to say," Tammi shuddered. "You don't have to say anything," Mindy turned her mother towards her bedroom and slowly they walked in. "I understand you need a man after dad. Who was it? Anyone I know?" Tammi felt relieved. She didn't know about Mark after all, only the baby. Mindy let her hands roam down to her mother's tightened belly and then towards the fresh shaven hips. Tammi felt her body stirring. For some reason her daughter's touch sent sensations through her that were inexplicably erotic and loving at the same time. She gulped as she felt a finger slip between the hot moist area between her thighs. They kissed gently for what felt like forever. Tammi could feel the wetness spilling from her and making her legs and hips glisten with her moisture. They let their hands explore each other to their unyielding delight. Mindy's mouth found her mother's hips and thighs inviting her and soon they were laying on each other, their mouths covering each other's sex. Their bodies exploded, mother and daughter rolling over and over each other on the bed unable to control their shuddering. Mindy felt her juices sliding up and down her mother's face, her throes of ecstasy unceasing. Tammi savored her daughter's taste and smell as her own body was shaking in uncontrollable desire. She didn't know what came over her, she couldn't stop. The rolled for what seemed like hours until finally both collapsed on each other panting with exhaustion. Mindy rubbed her fingers through her mother's hair as they lay together, wondering why on earth she was doing this. At times it felt so good to be so powerful and controlling, but there was a pang of guilt cropping up all the time. Mindy gathered up her clothes and shifted her mother's head to the pillow and headed out of the room. "Mark," Mindy opened his door concerned, "are you crying? Is something wrong?" Mindy smiled. She didn't know if he had seen them make love or if he was still tormented from the bar, but she had won. She had made him cry. The power and excitement started to fill her again. "Go away," Mark finally managed. "I don't want to talk about it." "Oh honey," Mindy closed his door and sat next to him. "Is my little boy having a bad day? Come to mommy, I'm already undressed." Mark shuddered. This was killing him, slowly sucking every bit of the life from inside of him. He had to say no, to stop this. "I know sucking on my breast will make you feel better," Mindy pulled his head to her bare chest resting the nipple on his lips. Mindy looked down at his red puffy eyes. She knew he wouldn't say no even if he wanted to and finally he pulled the nipple into his mouth. Feeling welled up inside of her that she didn't know she had. Maternal feelings. Feelings of warmth for her brother, the need to comfort him. She rubbed her hands through his hair and pulled his head tighter to her chest. "I like it when my baby boy sucks my breasts," she cooed reassuringly, "yes I do." Mark felt his cock jolt to attention. He wanted to get away, but she was reeling him deeper and deeper in. He couldn't resist the warmth of her breasts against his face comforting him and exciting him at the same time. Mindy looked down at her brother eagerly suckling her breast. She could see his cock throbbing with each sucking motion. "My little boy is excited," Mindy reached her hand towards Mark's hips. "yes he is." She let her hands drift across his body, purposely avoiding his throbbing manhood. She could feel his pulse quickening, his sucking getting harder and harder on her breasts. Mindy cupped his head in her arms and held her breast to him, much like a nursing mother. Something about his infatuation with her breasts was now arousing a different desire inside of her. Her desire to please and comfort. "Honey, keep sucking," Mindy moaned as her hand grasped his cock and started rubbing it, "it feels so good." Mark moaned. Mindy's touch was excruciatingly light against his hot throbbing cock. He wanted her to grasp it and end his agony. He pushed his hips towards her hand, only to find it retracted then gently touching him again. The torture of his ecstasy was unbearable. He felt the sobs returning even as he felt on the verge of losing all control of his desire. Finally he succumbed to the pressure and his cock exploded. His seed shot everywhere from his chin to his thighs. Wave after wave of thrusting went throughout his body but his mouth never left his sister's breast. He kept sucking and sucking, looking for whatever comfort they would provide. Mark's body lurched tight as a board one last time before dropping into a heap on his sister's lap. He was finished both emotionally and physically. Mindy ran her hands through her brother's hair and comforted him to sleep as she tried to come to grips with these new feelings that were filling her. Mark, Mom and Mindy Ch. 08 "Mark, we really need to talk," Tammi rubbed her hands over her tightening belly. How was she going to say this? She was so distraught. She couldn't handle the emotions running through her. "About what?" Mark started moving closer to her. Tammi felt suffocated when she was around him. He was always crowding her, his hands roaming over her. "Mark honey," she looked down at his feet, afraid to look him in the eye, "we're pregnant." Silence. Neither of them spoke for what felt like hours. "How could this happen?" Mark finally started talking. How could this happen? Tammi thought back in horror at all the things he had done to her. All the things she had let him do to her. She could have stopped him but she didn't. She shuddered. "It doesn't matter now," she looked up at him and started crying, "it is happening. I'm going to be my baby's grandmother, you're going to be your brother's father. It's terrible. I'm terrible." Mark held her and pulled her to his chest. He couldn't bear seeing her crying. Why had this happened? His mind was reeling, but still the feelings of lust were barely contained. Her tears only making him want her more. "What do you want me to do?" Mark rubbed his hands over her back. "I'll do whatever you want." "Hold me," Tammi burrowed her head into his chest, "just hold me and tell me you love me and don't leave me. I need you." Tammi could feel his loins thrusting against her belly. She knew now what had to happen. She had to let go her feelings of despair and embrace his love. Let him love her as a woman carrying a man's baby should be loved, and she would love him back. "I have your father's ring," Tammi pulled a chain from around her neck revealing a gold band, "you should wear it." She held out his hand and slid the ring over his finger, looking up into his eyes. "I need you to be strong for me," she spoke at barely a whisper, "I need you to be there for me, to protect me." Then she slowly got down on her knees and looked up at him. She could see him twitching behind his pants and she knew it was her duty. Carefully she unzipped his pants and let his throbbing manhood free. "And I will be there for you," she whispered before slowly taking his shaft into her mouth and rhythmically sliding it in and out. Mark's head was spinning. First he finds out he's going to be a father and now he's wearing his father's wedding ring. He felt his cock stiffening, getting closer and closer to release. "Oh mom," he reached his hands down to find her hair, to rub his hands through it. He wanted to touch her. Mark's body was on fire. Every flick of her tongue across his cock only sending him deeper into the sexual abyss. He turned the ring on his finger, what did it mean? Was she going to be his wife? Mark's body swelled with desire at the thought of his mother being his wife, her bearing his child. For the first time he felt strong and manly looking down at her head sliding over him. "It's okay sweetie," she moaned, "use my mouth." The words barely came out before Mark uncontrollably lurched his hips forward, his seed shooting from his loins, his whole body exploding in desire. He pulled his mother's head tight against his hips, filling her with his hot juice until he was drained by her constant sucking. Mark felt powerful letting himself go inside of her mouth. He looked down at her and for the first time saw her as a woman and not his mother. He grabbed her hair and pulled her tighter and tighter against him. He was the man and she his wanton wife and it made him insatiable to think about it. Finally his thrusting subsided yet he still held her mouth tight around his soft cock, seeking pleasure in her lingering warmth. "Oh my god Tammi," Mark moaned letting his grasp loosen, "you made me feel so good." Tammi looked up at him, her head resting against his thigh. He was getting so big and strong, she thought, and how she needed him to be strong. She rubbed her hands across her belly and slowly tucked his soft cock into his pants and zipped him back up. "Honey," she whispered into his ear after slowly standing, "Please never leave me." Mark held her tight. For a few weeks everything was okay. Mark would slip in and out of Tammi's bedroom, not letting Mindy know what was going on. "He's not daddy you know," Mindy finally confronted her mother at the breakfast table. "I see he's even taken to wearing his ring." Tammi kept buttering her toast. The truth was he wasn't at all like her husband. Mark was caring and comforting. "What do you mean?" Tammi answered nonchalantly. "Are you sleeping with him?" Mindy finally blurted the question. She knew the answer all to well. After all her mother wasn't hiding it anymore. They would sit together at dinner and hold hands. Mark would sneak in and out of her room or into the bathroom while she showered. Most of all, Mark wouldn't submit to her advances anymore. Her stories of being mom, her breasts, nothing was attracting him to her. She was losing her grasp on him, on the two of them. "Honey," Tammi answered softly, "you don't understand. I am pregnant, I need to feel loved and protected for my babies sake. I need him to be there for me." Tammi felt relieved. The weight of the secrets she had borne were finally lifted from her shoulders. As embarrassed as she was to have done such horrible things, hiding it had made it so much worse. "He came to me," Tammi continued, "forced himself on me the first time. After a while I didn't fight back." "Mom!" Tammi finally shrieked, her hands over her ears, "You can't be saying this." Mindy couldn't handle it. She knew they were sleeping together, but she thought it was her. She thought she was making them sleep together. Now her mother was saying she was encouraging it. She was letting it happen. "After three months I had to tell him," Tammi continued, knowing the story was excruciatingly painful for Mindy to hear, "and I had to submit to him as his wife so he'd stay with me. Just like I had to submit to your father when I found out he was cheating on me." Mindy gasped. "Daddy was cheating on you?" she looked at her mother not knowing what to say. "I'm so sorry." Tammi glared at her. "Yes, with some little slut who would flash him her breasts," Tammi put her knife and toast down, "and have him begging for more at every turn." Mindy looked away. "Do you miss him?" Tammi asked, finally nibbling on the toast. "Dad?" Mindy asked. "I do." "No honey," Tammi smiled, "Mark." Mindy shuddered. Mindy didn't say much to them for a while after that. She set her schedule to avoid them, working nights and weekends, coming in well after they were sleeping. It took several weeks before she even saw her brother. "Hey stranger," Mark smiled at his sister during one of her late night returns. "Fancy meeting you here." "Worked late," Mindy smiled. The truth was she did miss Mark. She had several men to chose from, but none of them would bend to her will like her brother did. She turned to him and bent down straighten her skirt just enough so that he could see her deep cleavage. She could see his eyes drift to them. She knew he wanted to see them again, to hold them. "I want to talk to you," Mark followed her up the stairs towards her room. Her room was a disaster. Clothes were strewn from one end to the other. One of the problems with not being home during the day was you didn't have time for laundry. "Sorry about the mess." Mindy tried to tidy something up but to no avail. "It was you that first time wasn't it?" Mark looked at her. "You came into my room and pretended to be mom." Mindy looked at him scared. Was it her? It was so long ago she almost had forgotten. Of course it was her. "I don't know what you mean," she looked at him but her eyes betrayed her. Mark closed in on her. She could feel the anger growing inside of him. "It was you who climbed on top of me and held me inside," Mark glared at her, "pretending to be mom." Mark pushed her down on the bed and looked at her. An overpowering feeling of lust enveloped him. He reached his hands down and pulled on her shirt, her breasts shooting free. "Mark please no!" she yelled, "please no!" "Mom won't help you," he tugged on her skirt until she was naked before him, "she's not here. No one will help you." Mindy shuddered. She looked up at her brother in fear. She couldn't get away. She watched him loosen his belt and pants until he too was stripped naked in front of her. The cock she had enjoyed teasing so much before was now menacingly hard and frightening before her face. "Take it," Mark grabbed her head and pulled her mouth over his hard cock. In a rhythmic, almost mechanical motion he started to pull his hard shaft in and out of her mouth, delighting in her groans. He looked down at her, the saliva dripping down her cheeks, her eyes welled with tears. He felt so strong feeling her helpless below him. Mindy gasped for air as he pushed his hot shaft in and out of her throat. She tried to close her eyes and look away from him but part of her wanted to watch him, to see what he was feeling. She felt his hand between her thighs, pulling her legs apart, he was going to take her. Her whole body shook. "Mark," she finally pulled him from her mouth, "please not like this." Mark pulled himself back and looked down at her. She once looked so big to him, now she looked small, almost tiny. He reached a hand out for one of her breasts and squeezed it tight. "Like what?" he said tersely. "Is it worse than having your sister taunt and tease you? Coerce you into unprotected sex with your mother?" Mindy looked away embarrassed. "I. I am," she tried to find he words, "I am sorry. I didn't think anything bad would happen." Mark reached his hands between her legs only to find her unresponsive. Her body didn't not seem willingly accepting of his advances. He rubbed his fingers round and round her warm sticky love, but all she did was whimper. "I need this," Mark moaned, "this time it's about me." He let a hand drift to her night stand and found a bottle of hand cream. "I'll use my mouth," Mindy finally whimpered through her tears. "Please don't. I can't." Mark rolled her onto her belly. She might use her mouth, but not yet. No, he needed to feel his power over her. To overcome her fully. He positioned the nozzle over her bottom and gave a gentle squeeze. Mindy sobbed. The cream dropped right onto her ass and his fingers quickly began spreading it around, slipping into either of her holes at will. He added more and more cream until she couldn't move without the slippery feeling overwhelming her. She protested over and over again but he didn't acknowledge anything. Then she felt his knee press between her legs and let out one last protest before pressing her head into her pillows and crying. Mark positioned himself between her legs and looked down at her. He could see her chest heaving up and down with each sob. He knew she needed to be broken as much as he needed to break her. He looked down at his cock, pressing against her ass. It felt so good feeling her jerking beneath him, afraid he was entering her. He let his cock tease her, gently drifting between each of her openings. Pressing for her warmth. "This might hurt," he felt her body tense as he whispered into her ear. "I'll be slow." Mark smiled and watched his cock excruciatingly slowly slide past her rectum and disappear until it was completely engulfed. At first he lost himself in the feeling of her tightness and the softness that waited just beyond. He held himself deep inside of her and let his body weight heavy on her back. "You feel so good," he moaned, finally moving his hips up and down slightly. "Such a nice tight ass." Mindy started to sob. The feeling of her own brother violating her like this was overwhelming. She felt his cock stroking inside of her, it's constant pulsing sending shivers through her spine. She tried to fight back but eventually her body would only go limp. He was going to use her and she couldn't stop him. Over and over again she felt him thrusting inside of her. The time seemed endless, her mind racing from thought to thought with each thrust. How she wished she hadn't done all these horrible things. Finally the tears began to subside as she felt she deserved to be used for the horrible things she had done. She felt the first trickle of her sensual juices mix with the cream between her legs and let out of soft moan. "The little slut likes it," Mark bent down and whispered into her ear when he felt her body finally responding. He reached his hands below her hips and pulled her to him before cupping a breast with each hand. He let the nipples drip between his fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze. Mindy's body broke loose. At first the shaking was subtle, barely noticeable, then an explosion of lust racked her. She couldn't stop shaking, over and over again her body lurched and shook in a sexual seizure. Moan after moan came from deep within her body. She grabbed the sheets and pulled them towards her. Looking for anything to anchor her pulsing flesh. Each thrust of his hot wide shaft felt as if it was both tearing her apart and sending her into paradise. She fell forward onto the bed, unable to find the strength to hold herself up any long. Mark gently pulled his cock out of her, watching her body shaking below him. "Roll over," he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her onto her back. He looked down at her puffy eyes, still gently flowing with tears. Then he saw her breasts and smiled. They seemed so small now compared to his lovers full round pregnant ones. How they had such control over him before. Now he was a man and they were just another tool. He smiled and slid his legs over her belly. This was going to feel so good. He looked down at her. His sister who he did so much for. Who he always protected. Who he would had done anything for. He watched as he let a squeeze of hand cream out between her breasts. He looked down at her, right into her eyes. He could see her now. A scared little girl. He wanted to protect her but he couldn't. Not this time. She earned her punishment. He let her hand drift down her cheek. Then he pressed her breasts together and watched her. She tried to look away but always her gaze returned to his. He felt her whimpering beneath him. It made his thrusts all the stronger. "Oh god," Mark moaned after what felt like hours, "I'm going to come." With that Mindy felt his hand behind her head pulling her towards his cock. She tried to close her mouth but he kept pressing harder and harder against her until she had to open it. Instantly his hot juices filled her mouth, the smell of her sex mixed with hand cream overwhelmed her. She swallowed over and over again. She could feel the warmth of his seed coating her throat and flowing deep into her belly. It was finally over, his love was spent. He laid there on top of her, his cock still pressed into her mouth, for a few minutes before silently leaving her alone in the dark room. She kept crying.