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Mother Madison

By: pennylesspauper



Forty-one year old Rachel Madison's clit felt like it was on fire. "Nothing unusual about that," she mused to herself, as she drove home from the grocery store. Under normal circumstances, she would have masturbated herself to an orgasm right where she sat as she made her way down the boulevard. She'd done it a couple of times before with no one ever being the wiser.

She gasped as a wave of desire swept through her body, causing her to shudder and making her fight to keep the car in the proper lane.

"Anything wrong, Mother?"

Rachel turned to look at her daughter. Home for the summer from that exclusive college two states over, Tammy Madison was looking back at her mother with a bit of genuine concern etched across her face.

The twenty year old daughter was the spitting image of her mother. Same blue eyes. Same long, blonde hair. Besides the obvious differences in their ages, the only discernible difference was in their breast sizes; Rachel's were a tad bigger than her daughter's.

Rachel smiled and turned to look straight ahead. "Nothing's wrong," she assured her daughter. "Why do you ask?"

Tammy shrugged. "You look a bit fidgety, that's all."

Rachel continued to keep her eyes on the road ahead of her. She couldn't admit that she had been turned on by her daughter, her own flesh and blood. She didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. 

Mrs. Madison and her daughter were walking inside the mall. A beautiful blue negligee in the window of a lingerie shop caught her attention, causing her to stop suddenly. After a brief conversation, Tammy had persuaded her mother to at least try it on.

Inside the dressing room, Rachel quickly took off her blouse and skirt. She shuddered as she stood in front of her daughter, clad only in her white, cotton granny panties. 

Tammy, apparently unfazed by her mother's near nudity, helped Rachel put on the negligee and stepped back a bit. She eyed her mother as she nodded her approval. "God, Mother," she said in a low whisper. "You look beautiful."

Rachel smiled and said, "Thanks but, who the hell am I going to wear it for?"

"I thought Dad might appreciate seeing you with this thing on."

"Fat chance," Rachel grunted. "He hasn't touched me in almost a year." She took off the gown, folded it and placed it on the bench beside her. She grabbed her blouse and slipped it on. 

Before she had a chance to begin buttoning her blouse, Tammy had filled her hands with Rachel's breasts. She lifted them a bit and playfully pinched the nipples.

An involuntary gasp escaped through Rachel's lips. She felt her nipples hardening. She breathed in deeply.

"You've got nice breasts, Mother. I just love those puffy areolas." She leaned forward and quickly kissed Rachel's left nipple.

Caught totally by surprise, Mrs. Madison was slow to respond. "What the...?" she asked before pushing her daughter away. "Behave yourself, Tammy. You shouldn't be doing things like that; especially to your mother." She hurriedly buttoned her blouse.

Tammy smiled devilishly as she slid a palm across the front of her mother's blouse. "You must have liked it, Mother. Your nipples are trying to poke holes in your blouse."

Rachel admitted to herself that her daughter's touch had felt pretty good. She silently chastised herself for getting turned on so quickly. "It's been so damned long," she thought. "So damned long since I've been aroused so fast. And it has to be my daughter that's causing it."

"Let's get out of here," Mrs. Madison said angrily.

Tammy realized that she had made a mistake. "Sorry, Mother. I didn't mean anything by what I did. It was all done in fun."

In no mood for a lot of conversation, Rachel told her daughter, "Leave it be for now. We'll discuss this when we get home."

"My god," Rachel said to herself as she pulled the car into the garage, turned the engine off and opened the door. "My panties are soaked." 

Once she was inside her house, Rachel scurried to her bedroom, closed and locked the door behind her. Quickly, she removed her skirt and then her soggy panties. She was about to throw them in the hamper when she developed the sudden urge to sniff them.

"Ahhhh," Rachel moaned as she held the panties to her nose and breathed deeply. As the scent of her own lustful desire wafted up her nose, her tongue slid out of her mouth and she found herself licking her own juices from the gusset. Her reverie was broken by the sound of her daughter knocking on the bedroom door.

"Mother, are you okay in there?" Tammy asked from the other side.

Rachel was slow to find her voice. "Uh...uh...sure," she replied, her panties still pressed softly against her face. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and freshen up a bit."

"Okay, Mother. Want me to fix you something to drink when you're done?"

"That would be nice, dear. Maybe some ice tea."

"You got it, Mother."

Twenty minutes later, the two of them were sitting on the sofa nervously sipping their ice tea; Tammy still wearing the same clothes she'd went shopping in. Rachel was wearing her favorite terry cloth robe. Neither of them wanted to be the first to speak about what had happened in the dressing room. 

The shower had done nothing to quell Rachel's overwhelming urge to masturbate. Each time she touched her breasts; each time her hand had come in contact with her pussy, the urge increased. "I'm gonna die if I don't get some relief soon," Rachel told herself. She quickly turned off the shower and exited the bathroom before she gave in to her needs. 

Finally, after a long period of silence, Rachel was the first to speak. Feigning a seriousness that she really didn't feel, she told her daughter, "I'm a bit upset with you, Tammy, for what you did in that dressing room."

Tammy turned to face her mother. "I'm sorry," she said. "But I already told you I was just joking."

Deep down in her soul, Rachel had to admit that her own daughter's touch had made her feel alive and desirable. "Joking or not. That was not a nice thing to do. Especially to your mother. You need to be careful, dear."

"Careful about what?"

"Careful about how someone will react to that kind of thing."

"That kind of thing? All I did was touch your boobs and kiss a nipple."

"That was enough," Rachel said.

"Enough for what?" Tammy asked.

Rachel blushed. "It stirred up some feelings," she said. "It gave me thoughts that never should be."

Tammy began to smile as the realization of what her mother was trying to say hit her. Her eyes opened wide. Shock registered on her face. Her hand came up to cover her mouth. "Oh...my...god!" she exclaimed. "Don't tell me that little bit of touchy, feely turned you on!"

"I hate to admit it, dear, but I did indeed get aroused. Quite aroused."

Tammy was speechless for several moments. "Wow!" she said when she finally got her voice back. "I got my own mother excited just by kissing a boob. Do you get aroused often?"

Rachel laughed. Her thoughts went back to a happier time; a time when her husband couldn't keep his hands off her. "Used to," she said. "But that was when your father paid more attention to me than he did his job."

Tammy scooted across the sofa cushions to get closer to her mother. She put her hand on Rachel's knee and rubbed her upper thigh.

Rachel wanted to give in to her sinful desires. She yearned for a real kiss; a tongue wrapping, saliva swapping kiss. The kind that made her weak in the knees. Right at this moment in time, she didn't give a damn who kissed her. She just needed to know that she was still desirable. 

"What about lately?" Tammy queried. "Do you take matters into your own hands?"

Rachel nodded.

Tammy continued rubbing her mother's thigh. "Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked.

"A couple of times," Mrs. Madison said in a weak, almost inaudible voice. "In college," she quickly added. In that instant, she realized her daughter was trying to seduce her.

Instead of feeling repulsed by the idea of her daughter making love to her as she most likely would have earlier in the day, Rachel found herself welcoming Tammy's advances. 

Tammy, sensing that the timing was right, pressed her lips lightly against her mother's. Hungry for her daughter's touch, Rachel took Tammy's face in her hands and pulled her a bit closer. The intensity of this closed mouth kiss took them both to new heights of passion.

Daughter's and Mother's mouths opened slightly as each captured a lip between their own. In a moment, Tammy brushed the tip of her tongue against her mother's upper lip. 

Unsure of what she should be doing, Tammy's mother opened her mouth a bit wider. Tammy, quick to understand what this meant, pushed her tongue into her mother's mouth until the tip was barely past her teeth.

"Mmmmmm," Rachel moaned. "Mmmmmm."

Tammy, encouraged by Rachel's acceptance of her advancing tongue, gently explored the inner edges of the older woman's mouth. 

Neither woman's hands were inactive during this long, drawn out kiss. Rachel was now slowly caressing her daughter's shoulders and upper back while Tammy's were busy massaging the older woman's upper hip area.

The unholy actions of these two women continued as they took turns being the aggressor. First, Tammy. Then, Rachel. Each woman seemed to know instinctively when she should parry and when she should thrust.

Tammy loosened the sash on her mother's robe. She nervously reached inside and filled her hand with one of Rachel's breasts. Rachel, wanting to give Tammy easier access to her body, pulled the robe open, and then pulled it off her arms so that it hung loosely over her shoulders. 

Lips parted and tongues lost their sparring partners when Tammy pulled her face away from her mother's. She wasted no time in kissing and licking her way along Rachel's jawline.

A lightning bolt of pure hedonistic desire surged through the older woman's body as she felt her daughter's warm breath on her ear. Her body tensed and then quivered slightly when Tammy began to gnaw lightly on her earlobe.

Tammy, her hand still on her mother's tit and now rolling the hardened nipple between her finger and thumb, used her tongue like a brush as she painted the hollow of Rachel's neck with her saliva.

Rachel, her head filled with the immoral thoughts of a woman whose body had been ignored for too many nights by a husband who no longer expressed any sexual interest towards her, was beyond caring about the right or the wrong of what was happening between her and her daughter. Each taboo moment just served to hurl her towards her goal of sexual release.

Tammy, still the aggressor, was now showering Rachel's upper body with a series of quick kisses. Making sure that she covered every inch of her mother's exposed flesh, she paused at irregular intervals to give the older woman a love bite.

Rachel cried each time Tammy tried to "mark" her. Her crying turned constant. When the sounds of her mother's apparent sadness reached Tammy's ears, she paused and looked up at her mother. 

"What's wrong, Mother?" she asked when she saw the tears in Rachel's eyes. "Am I hurting you?"

The pressure of Tammy's suctioning lips was not an unpleasant sensation for the forty-one year old, sexually starved woman. In fact, her concern and apprehension was almost non-existent. 

Rachel shook her head. "It's been so long," she gasped as the passion of the forbidden moment threatened to consume her. She urged her daughter to continue. "I need this," she said, her voice trailing off into a whisper. "I need this."

Tammy resumed her oral journey across Rachel's chest as she worked her way downward. When she reached the puffy, dark brown areola of her mother's right breast, she extended her tongue and licked along the outer edges in a clockwise direction.

Rachel put a hand on the back of her daughter's head. "Lick my nipples," she pleaded. "Lick them. Suck them."

Tammy, her tongue now flattened, tenderly caressed the end of the rubbery brown bud protruding from the middle of Rachel's areola. In less time than it took to undo her robe, Rachel's body began quivering and shaking as if she were standing naked in the snow. She was in the throes of her first orgasm.

Rachel was far from being satisfied. "More!" she cried out when Tammy stopped to catch her breath. "More, baby. More!" Tammy was happy to oblige. 

Rachel moaned loudly as her lusty daughter began nibbling on her extended nipple. Her body was hot with desire. She had not felt this alive in a long, long time. Right then and there this older, once neglected, woman vowed to never be without a lover ever again.

Tammy pulled away from her mother and stood in front of her with her arms extended. "Let's get to the bedroom, Mother," she said. "You'll be much more comfortable in there."

Rachel nodded and let Tammy help her stand, losing the robe and her last vestige of resistance at the same time. Already hopelessly lost in a new and exciting world of hedonistic pleasures, she followed her daughter into the bedroom where she quickly became the aggressor.

Rachel's hands held the younger woman's cheeks as she kissed the same lips that had been kissing her when they were on the sofa. Lips parted and tongues touched. Irregular bursts of air exited their nostrils as they struggled to breathe.

The desire to see her daughter nude propelled Rachel into action. Anxious hands unbuttoned Tammy's blouse while Tammy hurriedly rid herself of her short summer skirt. Soon the younger Madison woman stood in front of her mother clad only in a lacy red bra and matching thong.

Rachel reached for the front clasp of her daughter's bra. She emitted a gasp of distinct pleasure when Tammy's breasts tumbled out and stood proudly as if waiting for inspection.

"My, god!" Rachel gasped. "Your breasts are huge," she said. She grasped one in her hand and quickly wrapped a pair of trembling lips around it, teasing it mercilessly with the tip of her tongue.

Tammy gasped at the sudden pleasure her mother's actions had produced within her very being. She gasped again when her mother pulled away.

Rachel smiled and gently shoved Tammy down on the bed. Except for her heaving breasts and her quivering stomach, Tammy Madison lay still while her mother knelt between her legs.

Rachel grabbed the thong and tore it from Tammy's crotch. Hearing her expensive thong being ripped from her body only served to increase the daughter's excitement. She bent her knees until the bottoms of her feet were touching the comforter in anticipation of what was sure to come.

For Rachel, everything she and her college girlfriend had ever done came flooding back to her, making her more determined than ever to give her daughter the very best sexual experience she would ever have. She lifted Tammy's left leg and began kissing her daughter's toes. Her kisses were light as she bestowed one on each of her bony appendages. 

Using the flatness of her tongue, Mrs. Madison left a trail of glistening saliva as she licked across the tops those five digits. 

Tammy didn't know what to think about this sudden turn of events. She had started out with the idea of seducing her mother. Now, it was the other way around. "My own mother is licking my toes," she remarked to herself.

Just the idea of having her toes sucked by her mother would have been enough to increase Tammy's passion to a higher level. But actually having it done was almost more than she could bear.

The low timbre and frequency of Tammy's groans filled Rachel's ears as she began licking between the toes. She didn't tarry at any one spot, preferring instead to give each place a couple of stabbing penetrations followed by a touch on the most sensitive areas with the tip of her tongue.

Tammy pushed her big toe into Rachel's mouth almost as soon as she felt it touch the older woman's feverish lips. She gasped loudly as her Mother's tongue worked over her toe in a circular motion. 

Rachel used the flatness of her tongue to lick the outer edges of her daughter's toe. She finished her worshipping of each toe by rubbing the tip of her tongue against the very end.

Rachel gently lowered Tammy's left foot to the bed and began working her right foot in a similar manner. When she'd finished with her twisted worshipping of the younger woman's feet, she kissed and licked the length of the calves of both legs before she began her journey up her daughter's inner thighs on her way to the promised land.

With her tongue flattened, Tammy's mother made one long, continuous lick up the inside of her daughter's left thigh, the scent of the young Madison woman's sex growing stronger as she neared her young pussy. Rachel pulled away and began a similar journey up Tammy's right thigh. This time, she lingered near the juncture of her daughter's thigh and pelvic area. 

Tammy cried out, beat her fists against the bed and shook her head from side to side as Rachel teased that juncture from top to bottom with the tip of her tongue.

Rachel showered her daughter's inner thigh with small, tantalizing kisses; each one causing the young woman's body to spasm nearly out of control. This time when Rachel reached the top of Tammy's thigh she moved her head slightly and zeroed in on her wet pussy lips.

The initial swipe of her mother's tongue up Tammy's gash induced an orgasm that hit with the fury of a category five hurricane, destroying everything she'd ever learned about orgasms; such was the intensity and the length. Tammy's body continued to alternately seize and then to spasm for what seemed like an eternity. She was in a temporary world where the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures was the only reason for existence. A world that left her not only wanting more of the same but, also a world where a person was free to pursue such pleasures by any means necessary.

"Holy fucking shit, Mother," Tammy said when she reentered the real world. "What did you do to me? I thought I had died and gone to sexual heaven."

Rachel smiled and said nothing, preferring, instead, to let her tongue do the talking. She continued licking the length of her daughter's outer labia, purposefully not touching Tammy's clit.

Tammy, the pressure once again building inside of her body, pleaded with her mother to suck her clit but Mother ignored those pleas and continued her slow, agonizing assault on her daughter's sex. 

On the last swipe along her daughter's gash, Rachel went that little bit higher and flicked Tammy's clit lightly with the tip of her tongue. 

Tammy let out a howl of delight as her mother continued working on her clit. She knew she was close but couldn't seem to reach that peak. She pushed her mound up closer to Rachel's face, temporarily losing contact with her mother's tongue.

Rachel, never one to be denied much of anything opened her lips and sucked her daughter's love button between them.

Tammy grabbed a breast in each hand and began to roll the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them until she felt as though they were going to separate themselves from her body.

Between her titty pulling and her mother's clitty licking, Tammy felt the pressure of her orgasm filling her very being. 

When she knew she was about to explode, she released her nipples, grabbed the back of her mother's head and buried Rachel's face in her mound. A few more licks was all it took to make her dam burst.

Suddenly, her body seized. She lay on the bed unmoving while her mother continued to stoke her fiery furnace with her tongue and lips. Then, she began to spasm; her entire body twisting and turning every which way. Somehow, Rachel managed to keep her mouth on her daughter's sex.

"Oh, fuck!" Tammy cried out. Her head shook violently from side to side as she rode out one of the best orgasms she'd ever had. 

"Ahhhhh, fuck." She yelled, her hands still on the back of her mother's head, holding her in place. Her body jerked one more time as her climax began to wane. Her hands fell to her sides. Her breathing, ragged and without rhythm, slowly returned to normal.


Mother Madison Ch. 02



Unable to sleep and needing to piss, Jeffrey Madison threw the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the bed; his brightly lit clock-radio boldly telling him it was two thirty in the morning. He walked the short distance to the bathroom; yawning all the way. He turned the knob and pushed the door open.

"Jeff!" Tammy exclaimed. "Don't you know how to knock?" She wiped the wetness from her outer labia and dropped the wad of toilet paper into the water beneath her.

Jeffrey Madison made his hands into fists and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Sorry, Sis. A full bladder waits for no one."

Tammy stood and pulled her panties up over her hips. She turned and, with a backward swipe of her hand in the direction of the commode, told him, "It's all yours, Bro."

Seeing his sister nude except for her sheer aqua blue thong caused Jeff's cock to inflate rather quickly. A bit embarrassed, he shuffled over to the porcelain bowl and pulled it from his pajama bottoms. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go.

Tammy giggled at his predicament. "Whatsamatter, Brother?" She pointed at his firm, heavily veined rod of man flesh.

Jeff grunted as he silently willed his penis to soften enough to allow him to piss. "Can't pee," he said.

It would have been easy enough for Tammy to leave the bathroom but, she couldn't will her herself to do so. Her brother's cock looked too good.

"I can take care of that," she said, her voice already husky with desire.

A delicious feeling of total lust overcame Jeff as Tammy's hand wrapped itself around his unyielding cock. She put the toilet seat down before she straddled it and lowered her near naked butt down on to it. She rubbed his aching member on her lips and cheeks, taking in the aroma of his arousal. Her free hand slid beneath her panty line; down over her bushy mound. She cupped her pussy and pushed her middle finger deep into its recesses. 

Jeff breathed deeply, the air whistling through his lips, when she slid her lips over his cock head. His knees almost buckled when she licked the surface clean of its pre cum. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and held her firmly in place.

"G. . . g. . .goddam, Sis," he said. "I feel like cumming already." 

Tammy looked up at her brother and smiled. She let his aching pecker slip out of her mouth long enough to tell him, "Any time, Jeff. Any time." She lowered her face to his aching member and began to nibble lightly with her lip-covered teeth.

Jeffrey Madison, knowing he would be blasting his load soon, slammed his helmeted soldier as far into his sister's mouth as it would go. Tammy gagged for a second or two when she felt his mushroom shaped head bump the back of her mouth and insert itself part ways into her throat. Then she swallowed, causing her throat muscles to constrict around the head.

All of Jeff's nerve endings seemed to have relocated in the head of his cock. He instinctively knew that this was going to be one of the most powerful orgasms he would ever have. He pulled back until his sister's lips made contact with the crown. Tammy drug her tongue back and forth over his piss hole. A new issuance of pre cum had surfaced and Tammy wanted it. But, before she could taste it properly, Jeff lunged forward, sending his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. 

Tammy grunted loudly as the mushroom shaped head forced its way into the restricting confines of her throat.

Over and over again Jeff plowed in and out of her mouth. His fevered brain had all but shut down his nervous system. Every thought; every sensation; every emotion was now regulated by his cock. His whole world now revolved around his blood filled rod, his need to blow his wad into his sister's mouth and his desire to watch her swallow every ounce.

He was grunting now with every thrust; straining for his release until, finally, his testicles tightened and hid themselves high inside his body. Jeff pulled back and then his cock invaded her mouth one last time. "Oh fuck," he said, his voice loud and raspy. "It's here. I can feel it, Sis. Ohhhhhh, goddamn."

Jeff erupted twice before she let his dick slide part ways out of her mouth. She enjoyed the feel of a man's splooge as it bounced off the walls of her mouth. She enjoyed the taste more than most anything else.

Five more times a string of semen exploded out of his cock, each one accompanied by a loud grunt and, sometimes, a groan. Then it began to dribble. When Tammy thought that her brother had finished cumming, she broke contact, opened her mouth and showed him how much spunk he had given her. She smiled wickedly and then swallowed. She opened her mouth once again and stuck her tongue out to show him that she had swallowed it all.

"Goddamn," Jeff said to himself. "She swallowed all that in just one try?"

Jeff's loud announcement of his cumming in his sister's mouth had awakened Rachel. "Damn," she muttered to herself. "I was dreaming good, too."

A full bladder forced Rachel to get out of bed to relieve herself. The closer she got to the bathroom, the louder the noises became. Noises that she now recognized as the sounds of unbridled lust. She stopped beside the doorway and listened intently.

Nervously, Rachel moved her head just past the door frame to look inside. She put a fist up to her mouth just in time to keep from crying out loud. Her son, Jeff, was standing naked in front of his sister who was sitting on the commode. She was sucking his cock!

She pulled back, her accelerated heartbeat causing her to feel faint. She practically ran back to her room and flung herself upon her bed, her need to relieve herself in a much different way taking control. The need to piss had diminished quite rapidly. She let out a long sigh.

"Fuck me raw," she whispered into the lonely darkness of her room. "That was so fucking sexy." She slid her hand over her stomach and on to her hairy mound. She inserted a finger inside her pussy. Her clit came up to meet the heel of her hand. 

Rhythmically, she would push her finger in deep, and as it retreated, the heel of her hand would caress her clit. Finger in. Finger out. The heel of her hand rubbed across her clitoris. She repeated these actions over and over again, fucking herself into a frazzle. Rachel's other hand was busy also, rolling and pinching her nipple. 

In record time, her dam of pent up sexual urges burst wide open. All through her orgasm, she continued to jam her finger in and out of her fur-covered box. She was like one big glob of quivering jello as she lay on the bed, her brain unable to communicate with the rest of her body.

Early the next morning the three of them sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Rachel grunted to get her children's attention. Her voice carried a whispered urgency with every word she spoke.

"We need to talk," Rachel said.

Tammy informed her mother that it had only been a couple of days since they'd sat at this same table discussing their feelings toward each other.

Rachel squeezed her daughter's hand. "I know, baby. But, I've made up my mind. I just pray that you two are in agreement.

"What about Dad?" Jeff asked his mother. "Are you sure he's out of our lives forever?"

Rachel reflected on her more than twenty year marriage to her husband, George. Memories of good times, bad times and hard times paraded through her mind in quick succession. Finally, she spoke.

"I'm sure," Rachel said matter-of-factly. "I'm sure."

"What was it, Mother?" Tammy asked

Her daughter's question had caught her completely off guard. 

"Huh?" Rachel said. "What was what?"

"What's the real reason why you're leaving Dad high and dry? You two always seemed so happy together. You looked like the perfect couple."

Rachel lowered her head and stared at her near empty coffee cup. "You know about him not touching me sexually in nearly a year." Not waiting for an answer, she continued. 

"Well, Tammy, there are several reasons. Most of all, I'm tired. I'm tired of his verbal abuse. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of him never being here when he is here. He used to love nursing on my titties when you kids were not around. Now all he sucks on is the whiskey from his glass. We used to have so much fun together. We enjoyed most everything we did together. We even enjoyed sitting around doing absolutely nothing at all. I can't remember the last meaningful conversation we've had."

Rachel rested her head in her hands and breathed in deep. "Hell, baby," she said. "I guess I'm just tired of being tired."

Tammy caressed her mother's arm.

"I was sick with the flu the last time he fucked me," Rachel said.

"I remember you being so sick you could hardly get out of bed to go pee," Tammy said. "I had to help you walk."

"I remember also," Jeff said. "You mean he forced himself on you even when you were at death's door?"

Rachel nodded her head. "I don't know why he stopped pestering me for sex. Probably doing that blonde slut at the office.

"I miss being touched. At least I felt I was useful for something during those times. Even though I knew that I was basically just a place to make a deposit."

All three of them sitting at the table had tears in their eyes. There was a reverent silence in the room as the Madison children waited expectantly for their mother to continue.

"I didn't think I'd ever meet someone who would put my needs before theirs." Rachel looked at her children and smiled. "I received my sexual awakening last Friday. I found out that sex could be a sweet and gentle thing. It didn't have to be hurried. There's a whole new world out there waiting for me. And I want you two with me every step of the way. I don't give a damn about what anyone says. How can it be so wrong when it feels so right?"

A couple of seconds passed before what her mother had just shared registered on Tammy's brain. "You mean to tell me that in all the years you've been married that Dad has never given you an orgasm? That's unthinkable."

Rachel frowned as she thought about all she'd missed out on sexually. "Old 'jump and hump'? Once or twice I may have felt a tingle or two while he was pumping me full of his splooge but, that's it." 

"Did you get yourself off after he finished?" Tammy asked.

Rachel shook her head. "Not at first. I was taught that masturbation was a sin. Many years passed before I finally decided that, sin or no sin, I was going to enjoy myself."

"Guess you faked your orgasms."

"Every last one. If I didn't act like I enjoyed it, he would get mad and sulk for days. Once in a blue moon he would catch me when I was so horny I couldn't stand myself."

Jeff cleared his throat. "I've thought about it. . .us constantly and I agree with you. What we have is real, Mother, and I'm willing to spend eternity with the two women who matter most."

"I also agree," Tammy said. "But. . .what happens if one or the both of us gets pregnant? Then what? The neighbors would gossip. They'd most likely tar and feather us. We'd be the laughing stock of the town!"

"We could move to another town," Jeff said. 

Rachel looked at her daughter and said, "If anyone has a baby, it'll be you. Not me. I had my tubes tied a long time ago." Then she looked at Jeff. "I've been thinking along those lines myself," she told him. 

Tammy was excited. She liked the idea of the three of them living together in a place where nobody knew their names. And she told them so. "Maybe you could move close by my school."

"We'll see," Rachel told her children. "We have to wait to see what the lawyers say."

"After all you've been through," Tammy told her mother, "you deserve everything he's got."

"We've got a while to think on those things," Rachel said. "I'll talk to my lawyer tomorrow to see if I can find out anything about a settlement."

Rachel abruptly stood. Her voice was soft and soothing. "Let's not worry about those things today," she said. "We've got better things to do than sitting around moping all day."

"Like what?" Tammy asked.

"Like, I'm feeling a bit naughty today," Rachel told her. "I thought I'd go back into town and get that negligee we looked at the other day. Afterwards, I'll treat the two you to lunch."

"I don't want to go lingerie shopping," Jeff told his mother. "I'd be so embarrassed if any of my friends saw me." He looked at his mother, silently willing her to let him stay home.

Rachel patted her son on the ass as she was walking out of the kitchen. "I won't take no for an answer," she told him. "I promise to make it worth your while."

Jeffrey Madison reluctantly agreed, stood and went to his room to freshen up a bit.

* * *

Jeff was still objecting to having been forced to tag along while his mother and his sister bought a bunch of panties and bras up until the time they entered the mall where the lingerie shop was located. "I don't understand why a woman has to buy a bunch of underwear and crap when hardly anyone will ever see it," he said.

Rachel grabbed a handful of his left butt cheek and squeezed. "You'll see it," she said.

"And you'll be the one to take it off of us most every night," Tammy told him.

Jeff dick jerked in his pants and went to a semi-hard state when he began to visualize stripping them naked. He smiled as he stepped in front of the two women and held the door to the lingerie shop open. With an exaggerated bow he said, "Well, in that case. . ."

Rachel giggled. She tweaked his left ear lobe. "Thought you'd see it my way."

A sales associate greeted them as they walked through the door. "Can I help you with anything?" the young woman asked.

"That blue negligee you have in the window," Rachel said with a nod towards the display case. "I've decided to buy it after all."

"Oh yes," the clerk said. "That negligee will definitely spruce up your love life. I'll bet your hubby's motor will be running in high gear when you wear that to bed."

"Hubby, my ass," Rachel thought. "Wonder what she'd say if I told her the real reason why I'm buying it."

"That old goat?" Rachel said. "The way he's been lately, he wouldn't notice me if I sat on his face."

The sales associate, whose nametag let them know her name was "Linda," snickered and then licked her lips as she stared at Rachel's oversized boobs. "I certainly would," she said.

Rachel laughed. She was in a playful mood. "You do have a pretty face," she said.

Linda responded in kind. "And I'm sure what you have covered is just as lovely as what you've got showing. Maybe more so." she said as she continued to stare at Rachel's melons. "Let me get it for you."

Rachel eyed Linda closely as she went to retrieve the negligee. "A wonderful choice," Linda said as she handed it to her. "Go try it on." 

Linda paused. She slapped her forehead lightly with the heel of her hand. "I almost forgot. You buy this wonderful item and you get half off on a matching bra and panty set. You can get up to two sets at that price."

Rachel looked at her daughter. "One for you and one for me."

Linda smiled and her eyes brightened. "And," she said with a wink, "the commission I get will go a long way toward funding my birthday party."

"Glad to help," Rachel said. "How old will you be?"

Linda took a deep breath and blew it out slowly as she licked her lips in a very seductive manner. "I turned twenty-one last Friday," she said.

* * *

While the Madison women were busy looking at the bra and panty sets, Jeff found a chair and sat down in it just outside the dressing room. He was almost asleep when his mother and sister entered the dressing room. Both Rachel and her daughter were carrying their potential purchases on their arms. 

"You know you can't return the panties once you've tried them on, don't you." Jeff said to his mother.

"I know," Rachel replied. "We're just having a little fun before we get something to eat." She closed the curtain behind her, laid the items on the bench and began undressing.

Tammy was already naked by the time Rachel began to tug her panties down. Tammy had selected a light purple scalloped embroidery crotchless thong panty and a half bra trimmed with lace of the same color.

Rachel picked up a pair of steel grey satin granny panties and an embroidered mesh full coverage bra with black trim.

Rachel fastened her bra, stepped into the panties and as she was pulling them over her hips, turned to face her daughter.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Basically the same style you always wear, Mother. Just a different color. Couldn't you be a bit more daring in your choice of underwear?"

Rachel giggled.

"What's so funny?" Tammy asked.

"Just thinking that your brother probably won't care what we wear as long as it's easy to take off."

"You're so right, Mother." 

Tammy's brow furrowed as if she were trying to remember something. Suddenly her visage changed as a wide smile spread across her face.

"I've got an idea," she whispered.

"Yeah?" said Rachel. "What's that?"

"Let's invite Jeff in here to decide whose underwear looks the best."

"That's a no-brainer, Baby. "He'll surely choose your outfit."

Tammy shook her head. "That's just to get him in here. When he comes in, let's get him so excited he cums all over the floor."

Without answering her daughter, Rachel turned and stuck her head out the curtain. "Jeff," she said almost in a whisper.

"Jeff," she said again when he didn't answer. "Wake up."

Jeff had been dozing sporadically. It took a few moments to recognize his mother's voice. He rubbed his eyes with closed fists. "Uh. . .yes, Mother?"? He looked to his right and saw his mother's head sticking through the curtain, looking at him.

"Tammy and me; we have a problem and we need your help in solving it."

Jeff stood and then he stepped into the changing room. His eyes widened and his eyebrows arched. And his cock hardened, forming an instant tent in his pants. "Goddam," he said. "You two look fantastic."

"That's the problem," Rachel told him. "Your sister and I can't figure out which one of our outfits look the best."

Before he could formulate an answer, Tammy was tugging at his zipper. He shivered and almost stained his pants when he felt her hand on his cock. 

"We really wanted you in here," Tammy said just before getting on her knees and taking her brother's rod in her mouth. "'Cause we wanted some more of your wonderful cum."

Jeff gulped and tried unsuccessfully to gently pull himself out of her reach. Tammy instantly wrapped her arms around his waist and held him deep. With his cock still in her mouth, Tammy looked up at her brother and shook her head. Rachel sat on the bench, reached between his legs and began fondling his balls.

A stifled, high-pitched moan escaped through Jeff's lips. "For God's sake, Sis," he wheezed. "We're in a public place. We could be arrested."

Tammy looked up and just smiled. Once she had this human lollipop in her mouth, she was determined to make it spit its potent juices into her mouth. She slid her hand slowly up and down while her lip covered teeth nibbled lightly at the crown and her tongue spread his rapidly oozing pre cum around the head. 

Jeffrey Madison groaned again. His sister seemed oblivious to the fact that his cock head was becoming super sensitive.

"Oh, fuck, Tammy. You keep that up and you're gonna get more than your fair share of protein today," Jeff told his sister

Rachel gave his nut sack a firm but gentle squeeze. She told her daughter, "I'll take whatever you don't want."

* * *

Linda had been too busy with customers to pay any attention to the Madison clan. She was about to lock the doors so she could take her lunch break when she remembered them. She glanced over towards the dressing room and saw an empty chair where the young man had been sitting. "What the. . ." she said to herself. "Where did they go? I don't think I was so busy I didn't see them leave.




Mother Madison Ch. 02



Knowing that she would have to clear the dressing room of whatever clothes they had left, Linda made her way over to the dressing room. "Yoo-hoo," she called out as she neared the curtain. "Anyone in there?"

Rachel was in the middle of changing back into her own underwear and was naked save for the panties she was shoving down her legs. 

A devilish smile spread across her face. Rachel was sure Linda had been flirting with her earlier. "Let's see how much is talk and how much is real," she thought.

Rachel stepped out of the panties, got herself upright and said, "We're fine. But I do think I'm gonna need your help with something." She very quickly grabbed the panties she'd been wearing, stepped into them and pulled them up.

"Yes?" Linda replied.

Rachel hesitated for a second before speaking. "Can you help me with my bra?" she asked. "For some reason, I just can't seem to get it fastened."

Linda gasped when she opened the curtain. She stopped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, my God," she said in a whisper.

"Won't you join us?" a smiling Rachel asked.

Linda continued to stare at Rachel's bare breasts; her mouth salivating at the thought of sucking on Mrs. Madison's nipples until she cried out in surrender. Her gaze encompassed a male and another, younger female but, it was the older

woman that she was interested in.

The sales associate licked her lips. "I'll be right back," she said. A scant couple of minutes later she was pulling the curtain behind her. "Had to lock the doors and put up the 'gone to lunch' sign," she said as she pulled Rachel's face down to hers. 

"I've never felt lips so soft," Rachel thought. She grazed her tongue lightly across Linda's lips and, as soon as Linda opened her mouth, she pushed her tongue just past the younger woman's teeth, probing and searching, anxious for contact.

Linda's tongue quickly became entangled with Rachel's in a quest for dominance. Rachel's tongue retreated slowly when Linda's pushed forward. 

Minutes went by as the two of them continued to kiss. Tammy, fascinated at the sight of someone else Frenching her mother, temporarily forgot about her brother and his needs.

Jeff was also enjoying the scene unfolding before him. His excitement continued to build as he saw Linda and his mother break themselves away from the kiss.

Rachel leaned her head back and sighed when Linda kissed the hollow of her neck. Tiny bolts of electric carnal delight surged through her being, one after another. 

Up until a few days ago, Rachel would never have been able to visualize herself kissing on a young woman nearly half her age. Now, here she was; standing stark naked in a lingerie store changing room being kissed and petted by another woman, a complete stranger while her son stood nearby, with his dick in his sister's mouth.

It was obvious to Rachel where Linda's mouth was headed and, she found herself getting wet just thinking about it. Wen she felt Linda's lips close around her nipple, she grabbed a handful of the young woman's hair and pulled her in close.

"Please," Rachel moaned. "Suck my titty. Make me cum."

At the same time she was biting one nipple, Linda cupped the other breast in her hand, captured the nipple between her thumb and finger, twisted it and pulled it away from Rachel's body.

"Oh, God, yes!" Rachel cried out. "I'm gonna cum!" In the throes of a small but, powerful orgasm, her body twisted and quivered each time a shard of illicit, lusty desire tore through her body. Her breasts were inflamed with her need for release. Linda's lips and tongue had lit a fire within her soul and it was getting hotter by the second.

"Ahhhhh, yessssss," Rachel moaned as her body contracted and ceased all movement for a second or two.

Linda was having a bit of difficulty breathing but she considered that to be a minor discomfort compared to the joy she felt being able to garner such a reaction from this older lady just by sucking on her nipples.

Jeff and his sister stood transfixed as they watched Linda pull her mouth away from Rachel's breast and begin kissing her way down their mother's stomach to where the real prize lay hot and ready, waiting for Linda's arrival.

Linda left a trail of wet and glistening saliva from Rachel's breast to her belly button. 

Rachel's voice was low in timbre but strong in its desire. "Ohhhhhh, fuccccck!" she hissed through clenched teeth when Linda smothered her naval and fucked it with her tongue. 

Rachel's secretions pooled at the entrance to her pussy, slowly dripped onto her thighs and ran down her leg. She could not think of a time when she'd self-lubricated herself as well as she had this day. 

The burning heat that emanated from down below was threatening to consume her. Rachel had spent many years suppressing her sexuality. Now, she was free. She was free from her less than passionate marriage. She was free from the social mores that had previously governed her every action; her every thought. She was free to give love and to accept love. She made a promise to herself that she would never be put back in that invisible cage she'd been living in for more than twenty years.

Rachel was a bit disappointed when Linda abandoned her belly button and began kissing her way south but, she knew where the young woman was going. She could only imagine the pleasures she would be receiving when Linda reached her destination.

Linda was in no particular hurry. She planted little butterfly kisses along the upper edges of Rachel's bushy mound. 

Rachel could feel Linda's hot breath on her already fevered clit. She twisted and turned in hopes that her shiny, wet little bud of pleasure could make contact with the younger woman's lips.

"Please," Rachel pleaded. "You're driving me crazy." She put her hands on top of Linda's head and gently pushed her down to her waiting sex.

Still, Linda would not make direct contact with Rachel's pussy. Instead, she went lower and began kissing her way up the older woman's inner thighs.

"Goddammit!" Rachel shouted. She grabbed the Linda by the ears and forced the young sales associate's face into her mature pussy. "Eat it, bitch!" she yelled. "Eat it or shoot me. Put me out of my fucking misery!

Linda licked the length of Rachel's outer lips from the bottom to the top. Each time she did, her nose would drag across Rachel's clit. One last lick; one last bump against Mrs. Madison's clit and Linda was ready to satisfy the woman's needs.

Rachel screamed her approval as Linda latched on to her elongated clit and flicked her tongue back and forth across the end of the glistening, well rounded button. The Madison woman threw her head back and screamed. "God, yes, woman! You're making me crazy."

Linda broke contact and lay on her back between Rachel's legs. At Linda's urging, Rachel went to her knees, straddling the woman's face. She got two handsful of Linda's hair and forcefully jammed the younger woman's face against her hairy mound. "Suck it, bitch!" she hissed. "Suck it and make me cum."

It wasn't easy breathing through her nose but Linda managed. She continued where she left off when Rachel was still standing. She nibbled and bit that elongated button with lip covered teeth.

"I'm almost there," Mrs. Madison announced. "I'm gonna cum."

Tammy and Jeff had forgotten about the mind blowing blowjob they had been a part of. Jeff had his meaty hand wrapped around his pole and was stroking it slowly so as not to cum too quickly. Every time he felt himself getting close, he would squeeze the base of his cock until it almost hurt. Several times he repeated this action. He knew, however that the inevitable was going to happen and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.

Tammy had untied her bikini bottom and let it fall to the floor. One hand was on her tit. Two of her fingers of the other hand were buried deep inside her quivering quim. Her breathing was ragged and uneven as she pinched, pulled and stroked her way to a release.

Rachel was the first to blow. She howled and she screamed when the first wave washed over her; a gigantic burst of energy that left her weak and exhausted but, wanting more. Much more. 

For several minutes, Rachel's body trembled and shook as her orgasm continued on in a series of aftershocks that consumed her entire being; sending her into a world that she never knew existed until a few days ago; a world where sex was not a dirty word. A world where getting pleasure took a back seat to making sure your partner was satisfied.

Through her sex-induced fog, Rachel felt Linda slowly extricating herself from beneath her still spasming cunt. Then, what little strength she still possessed left her, causing her to collapse.

For Tammy, it began as a tingling sensation somewhere deep in the recesses of her vagina. Like a lightning bolt, it radiated in several directions at once.

Tammy's orgasm was a quiet one. She did little more than whimper and moan as each tremor, combined with the previous ones gradually destroyed her ability to think or relax. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her quest for release was complete. 

Her need for adventure temporarily satiated, Tammy sank to the floor beside her mother and quietly sucked air into her lungs.

Linda, having extricated herself from beneath Rachel's dripping cunt, saw Jeff masturbating. She went to her knees in front of him and placed her hand on top of his. "Let me take care of that," she said.

Jeff nodded and released his grip on his rock hard cock. 

Working quickly and efficiently, Linda gently pushed him to a sitting position and then helped him scoot forward until his hips were on the edge of the bench. She took hold of his cock and pressed it to his stomach. 

Starting at the base of his throbbing cock, she planted a series of open mouth kisses. Each time she kissed his member, Linda would try to wrap her lips around the shaft, then she would tease his cock with her tongue. When she reached the top, she pulled his cock into her mouth, wrapped her lips around the crown and lapped up the accumulated pre cum from his glans.

While Jeff's cock lay twitching on her tongue, Linda nibbled lightly at the crown for a couple of seconds and then, in one fluid motion, slid her lips down to the base.

When the head of his cock pushed part ways into her throat, Linda squeezed it with her throat muscles. She continued to swallow until the need to take in some oxygen forced her to pull back a bit. Linda let it remain where it was as her tongue undulated along its length.

Slowly, Linda pulled back until the head was the only part of his manly tool that remained in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times before starting the cycle once again.

By that time, Tammy and her mother had recovered enough to stand. They sat on either side of Jeff. His mother sucked his earlobe into her mouth and lightly bit it. Tammy did the same with his other earlobe. Each woman rubbed a nipple with the palm of her hand. Jeff blew his load a millisecond after Rachel began reaming out his ear.

Linda felt his cock swelling against her tongue and knew it was about to happen. She pulled back far enough so that she could get a good taste before it went down her throat and waited for the inevitable.

Jeff's balls constricted and then it happened. His warm, white load of protein surged up his urethra and into Linda's mouth. 

"Oh, fuck!" Jeff yelled. "Suck it, baby. Take my hot load. Suck it."

Jeff's first blast hit the back of Linda's throat with the force of a gas line explosion. By the time it took her to swallow his first load, his second and third eruptions had already spewed out of his cock. 

"Save some of that spunk for us," Rachel told Linda after catching the younger woman swallowing Jeff's precious fluids.

Linda could only nod as the sperm-laden semen filled her mouth. Six more times Jeff's balls contracted, sending six jets of fluid into her mouth. When he was finished cumming, Jeff leaned back against the wall of the changing room. Exhausted and out of breath, he watched his still hard cock as it deflated.

Rachel was the first recipient of Linda's sperm-filled offering. In response to Linda's open mouth kiss, her tongue charged into the younger woman's mouth and lapped up as much as she could get. Then she turned to her daughter and shared some with her. As if on cue, the three women swallowed at the same time.

Linda licked the corner of her mouth where a small amount of Jeff's jizz had escaped. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed when she saw herself in the dressing room mirror. My hair looks absolutely awful!"

Rachel stopped in the middle of buttoning her blouse. "Mine, too," she said. She took a brush from her purse and handed it to Linda. "Here, use mine." She finished dressing and waited for Linda to finish brushing her hair.

"Thanks," Linda said, as she handed the brush back to Mrs. Madison.

"You're welcome, dear. Any time."

Linda brushed the front of her blouse in an attempt to straighten out some wrinkles. She looked at her watch.

"Wow!" she said. "That lunch break went by fast." She kissed mother and daughter on the cheek and left the dressing room.

"Whenever you're finished," she said as she closed the curtain behind her, "bring your things to the counter and I'll ring them up."

The Madison clan made small talk as they made themselves look presentable. They gathered their lingerie and headed for the checkout counter. Jeff and Tammy excused themselves and went outside to wait in the car.

Linda scanned the items. "One forty-two twenty-eight."

"Got to say we really enjoyed ourselves in there with you," Rachel said to Linda as she handed her a credit card.

Linda blushed. "You've got to believe me when I tell you I've never ever done anything like that before. Not with my customers, I mean."

Rachel smiled. "Let's just say the time was right."

Linda gave the credit card back to Rachel. "Well, I enjoyed myself also. I guess we won't be seeing each other that often." 

"Why do you say that?"

"For one thing, you don't come in here much at all."

"I can remedy that," Rachel told the sales clerk. "Why don't you come over to my house tomorrow night for a sleep over? We can have some sandwiches and such. Then we can watch a movie or two."

"What's wrong with me?" Linda asked herself. "I am so fucking horny, my juices are still running. Even after what we just did." She looked Mrs. Madison in the eye and said, "Sounds like a plan. Until you three came along, life was such a boring affair. Work. Home. Grocery store. And that's about it."

Rachel picked up the bag containing hers and Tammy's new lingerie. "You've got my address in your files," she said. "If you're interested, be there about six." She blew Linda a kiss and left the building.

Rachel put the things she'd just bought in the trunk and closed the lid. She opened the driver's side front door and sat down behind the steering wheel. She'd not even had the time to put the keys in the ignition before Tammy spoke.

"What took you so long, Mother? You go back for seconds?"

Rachel started the car and drove away from the store. "I was tempted, baby. I surely was tempted."

"Why didn't you?" Jeff asked his mother.

"'Cause I'm so damned tired after that session, I couldn't get excited if I wanted to."

* * *

"I'm home!" Rachel announced as she closed the door behind her, walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Jeff came out of the kitchen with a tall glass of ice tea and handed it to his mother.

Rachel took a couple of sips and put the glass on the end table. "Thanks, baby." She stretched her legs and yawned. "It's been a long day."

Jeff sat down beside his mother. "Kick off your shoes," he told her. "and put your feet in my lap and I'll massage them for you."

"Ohhhh, that sounds like a great idea," Rachel said. She shifted around on the sofa and laid her feet in his lap. "Can you take them off for me, sweetie? Mother's just too tired."

As soon as Rachel's high heels touched Jeff's cock, it started swelling. He took an ankle in one hand while he took off her shoe with the other and dropped it on the floor. In seconds, Jeff had two nylon covered feet pressing against his boner.

Rachel could feel her son's cock as it hardened beneath her heels. "Feels like someone is glad to see me," she said with a light laugh.

From the heels of her feet to her toes; from the arch of her foot to the bottom, Jeff rubbed, kneaded and prodded. He started working on her toes again; this time he took each toe in succession between his thumb and forefinger. Applying gentle pressure, he slid his fingers all the way to the end. He squeezed the end of that toe more firmly and moved on to another. 

Rachel closed her eyes and sighed. "You do that so good," she told him.

"I aim to please, Mother."

"You have pleased me very well as of late."

Jeff ran his hands up her leg and under her skirt. "I've got something that needs massaging," he said as fingers touched her dampened panties.

Rachel pulled his hand from under her skirt, took her feet from his lap and stood. "If that lump is any indication then, I know you do." 

She looked at her watch, turned and frowned. "But, I'm afraid we don't have time. We've got things to do before Linda arrives."

"Fuck Linda."

"Before the night is over, I'll bet you will," she told him. She turned around and raised her skirt. She pulled down her panties and tossed them in his direction. They landed just back of his hairline, the larger portion covering his face down to his upper lip.

"Maybe these will keep you occupied until the festivities begin," she said with a smile. She lowered her skirt and turned. With a continuous exaggerated roll of her hips, she walked to the kitchen.

Jeff's dick seemed to get even harder when he smelled the heady aroma of his mother's sex. He pulled the panties off his head and held the gusset under his nose as he followed after her. He sat down at the table, still holding the crotch of Rachel's panties under his nose.

Tammy walked into the kitchen yawning and wearing a soft yellow skirt that came down to her knees and a white blouse. "Ewwwww, gross," she said when she saw her brother and what he was doing. 

"You don't seem to mind when you've got your nose buried in Mom's pussy," Jeff said.

"But, that's different," Tammy replied.

"How is it different? Pussy is pussy."

"It may be," Tammy said. "But it still seems gross to me."

Jeff laughed. "Okay," he said. "You think it's gross. Me? I wish they could bottle this stuff. I'd make it my permanent after shave lotion."

"Okay, you two," Rachel said. "Both of you get over here and help me get things ready for tonight." She smiled at her son. "Jeff, you can make a batch of Kool-Aid. Me and your sister will make the sandwiches."

"You think that woman from the lingerie shop will show up?" Tammy asked her mother.

Rachel closed her eyes for a second, tilted her head back and took a deep breath through her nose. Scenes from the previous day's activities in that changing room flowed slowly through her mind. "I sure hope so. I want to return the favor."

"Me, too," Tammy said.

"I second that motion," Jeff said.

Just a bit over an hour later, the Madison clan was sitting together on the sofa watching the news.

"So, Mother," Tammy began. "Did you see your lawyer today?"

"That, I did," Rachel replied.

"And . . . what did he say?" asked Jeff.

"He said . . ."

Rachel was interrupted by the ringing of the front doorbell. Jeff stood and walked into the house. He opened the front door and saw Linda standing in front of him wearing an over-sized T-shirt dress. He ushered her in. "Welcome to the Madison Abode," he said with an exaggerated bow. "I'm glad you could come."




Mother Madison Ch. 02



Linda walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Rachel. Jeff sat down next to his sister.

A broad smile spread across Rachel's face. She put her hand on Linda's leg and said, "Linda. So glad you could make it." She kissed the younger woman lightly on the lips.

"Jeff," Rachel said. "You and Tammy go get the refreshments and put them on the coffee table."

As soon as her children disappeared, Rachel leaned over and gave Linda a long, soulful kiss. Mouths opened slightly and tongues extended as each explored the warm confines of the other's mouth.

When they broke apart, Rachel told Linda, "I'm still tingling from what you did to me yesterday."

Linda smiled coyly and was about to say something when Rachel started talking again. "And I intend to pay you back tonight -- in spades."

"Oo," Linda softly squealed. "That sounds good to me," 

Rachel knew she was getting wet. This beautiful female sitting beside her was going to be hers for the night! She could hardly wait to get her head between Linda's legs.

Jeff and Tammy placed the drinks and sandwiches down on the coffee table and sat back down. 

"We all know why we are here tonight," Rachel said. "The rules are simple. Whatever two consenting adults do is between them and them only. If one of us wants to try something different and the other doesn't, then find something you can both agree upon. I don't want anyone to get hurt in any way."

Rachel paused to get her breath. "Later on tonight, we will most likely change partners for a while. But, before we go to bed, we switch back to our original partners." 

She looked at her children and then at Linda. "Is that okay with everyone?"

"Yup," Jeff said.

Tammy and Linda nodded their heads. Then Tammy said, "As long as I can get dicked by Jeff, I'll be satisfied."

"Good," Rachel said. "I don't know about everyone else but, I'm hungry." She grabbed a sandwich and handed it to Linda. She picked up the pitcher, poured a drink and gave that to Linda. She did the same for herself and sat back down. 

Rachel had eaten approximately half of the sandwich and only taken a couple of sips of her drink when she turned to Linda and said, "I think I'm hungry for something else." She stood and offered the younger woman her hand.

Linda let Rachel help her up. When she was upright, Linda pulled Rachel's face to hers. It was a kiss of lust. It was a kiss of desire. It was a kiss of passion.

"I thought you'd never ask," Linda said after the kiss had ended. She and Rachel turned and headed for Rachel's bedroom, their hands still together and their fingers interlocked.

Tammy turned to her brother. "What about you?" she asked. "You as hungry as Mother seems to be?"

Jeff's grin quickly spread across his face. "Hell, fucking yeah," he said. 

Jeff moved into his sister's embrace and nuzzled into her breasts. His hand went to her thigh and under the leg of her shorts. 

Tammy's insides made a sudden jolt when his fingers reached her panty covered mound. She held his head firmly against her breasts until her tremors had subsided.

At the same time Tammy placed her hand in his lap and began to rub his cock through his pants, Jeff's thumb found her clit. After several seconds of mutual masturbation, Jeff pulled his hands from her shorts. He looked down and watched his sister's hand moving up and down the length of his erection. 

"Better stop, sis," he said. "I don't want to cum in my pants."

Tammy lifted her hand from his cock. She gently pushed his head away from her breasts. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Jeff got on his knees beside her, took her head in his hands and leaned in for a kiss. 

Tammy returned his kiss with a fervor she hadn't felt in quite some time. Her lips parted and her mouth eagerly accepted his invading tongue. She captured it between her lips and sucked it in further than she thought possible. She caressed it with her own tongue for a few seconds and then allowed it to retreat.

Jeff unbuttoned her blouse, pushed her bra up over her tits and cupped those magnificent orbs in his hands. He broke away from their kiss and took a nipple in his mouth. 

Tammy moaned. "Ohhhh, yessss, brother. Suck my titties." 

Though her nipples were already hard and elongated, when Jeff used his lip covered teeth to nibble that piece of rubbery flesh, he could feel it growing even longer.

While he was nibbling on one nipple, Jeff was teasing the other one by lightly sliding his palm across the tip.

Tammy could feel her orgasm building within her. She knew it wouldn't be long before she went over the top. She eased her hands down to her shorts, undid the button and pulled the zipper down. She held Jeff's head in one hand while she pushed the other one under the waistband of her panties. Her middle finger found a hard and wet clit waiting to be stimulated.

At first contact, Tammy's breath caught in her throat. A sharp cry escaped through her open mouth and an involuntary shudder surged through her body when a second finger joined the first one and both of them began to furiously rub her man in the boat.

Jeff's hand left his sister's breast hungering for more attention when he moved it down to her hip. With one last pull, his mouth abandoned that hard rubbery extension. He shifted his head a bit to his left and with a flattened and saliva laden tongue, licked his way up her tit valley. Three more times he left a trail of saliva between her breasts and then kissed his way down to her navel.

Tammy was going into sensory overload from the stimulation of so many of her erogenous zones at the same time. Her breathing had been reduced to quick intakes of air followed by an overly loud whoosh as it exited her body.

Jeff pulled away from his sister's stomach, grabbed the waist band of her shorts and along with her panties, pulled them down her tanned thighs and down to her feet. 

Tammy kicked her garments away from her and spread her legs wide. She waited anxiously as her brother's lips nipped at the overly sensitive flesh below her navel and skimmed their way down her bushy mound. The mere knowledge of where he was headed sent her senses into a tailspin. She arched her back and thrust her pelvis up into his face.

When Jeff's chin bumped against her fast moving fingers, Tammy pulled them away from her clit and brought them to her mouth.

Almost at the same time Jeff's lips closed around her clit, Tammy pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked her juices from them. Her body jerked and spasmed. She lowered her hips slowly back down. Just as they made contact with the sofa, a series of tremors tore through her body. She spread her legs wide and up over his shoulders.

"I'm almost there," Tammy cried as another jolt of hedonistic pleasure hit her. 

Every nerve ending seemed to have settled in her clit. Jeff's tongue was driving her wild with the need to climax.

"Oh, God, help me," she cried. She used her hands to spread her pussy lips wide so more of her clit would be exposed to his talented tongue.

Then her orgasm hit her with the force of a category five hurricane. Her face flushed. Her pussy felt as though it were on fire. A strong rush of pleasure spread throughout her body and settled in her clit as a series of contractions rippled along the walls of her vagina. 

A torrent of ejaculatory fluids fountained out of her pussy, hitting his chin and cascading onto the sofa cushion. 

Jeff's lips and tongue left his sister's twitching clit. He opened his mouth wide and covered the opening to her sex and became a willing receptacle for what remained of her ejaculate. 

Three more times a warm torrent of liquid was expelled from her body, filling his mouth to overflowing. Jeff swallowed rapidly but, could not keep up with the sheer volume of it all. 

When Tammy's pussy quit erupting, Jeff extricated himself from her leggy embrace, rose to his feet and sat down beside her. His strong embrace pulled her close.

Tammy nestled her face into his neck and let out a long sigh. She remained in that position for several minutes, luxuriating in her post-orgasmic bliss. Finally, she spoke.

"Thanks, Bro," Tammy said. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had."

Jeff put his hand under her chin and tenderly lifted her face from against his neck. He leaned down and planted a quick kiss on her nose. Brother and sister snuggled together as they quietly expressed their love for each other.

Tammy lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. "Give me time to recuperate and I'll return the favor. 



Mother Madison Ch. 03



By the time Rachel and Linda made it to the bedroom, they were both naked. Rachel closed the door, took Linda in her arms and kissed her.

Linda cradled Rachel's breasts in her hands. "God, I wish I had your boobs."

Rachel looked down at her oversized melons. "These things? They'd just get in your way like they do for me."

Rachel nibbled lightly on Linda's earlobe. She teased the opening with the tip of a very wet tongue. She moved down and licked the hollow of the younger woman's neck and then kissed her way down to her breasts, stopping once to give her a love bite just below her neck.

Rachel lifted Linda's left breast and kissed and licked the underside. She gave it a light squeeze before moving her hand to the younger woman's hip.

She wet her lips and began to kiss her way around the base of Linda's breast. She moved her mouth up the side of the young woman's breast about a half inch and once again made the circuitous trip around that magnificent orb. She continued kissing in this manner, each time, making smaller and smaller circles until her face was hovering over the nipple.

Rachel left a wet trail of saliva as her tongue traced the outer edges of Linda's areola. She pursed her lips and blew softly, causing Linda to shiver from the excitement of it all.

Linda's body jerked involuntarily when Rachel made first contact with her nipple. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out in a voice made raqged by her need for release. "You're making me crazy." 

Rachel licked along the surface of Linda's nipple as it expanded to a size she'd only heard about before this moment. "Damn!" she thought. "Them things have to be at least an inch long! And huge, too. Why, they're nearly as big around as my thumb." 

She gently captured that oversized protuberance between her lips and pulled back, allowing it to slide out of her mouth. She exhaled, her hot breath caressing Linda's nipple and areola.

Linda sucked in her breath and held it as a series of tremors rendered her nearly helpless; helpless to do anything except lay back and let Rachel stoke her fires of sinful lust.

Rachel continued to slide her lips over Linda's nipple and then, after letting it fall out of her mouth, she blew on it. Then she moved her attention to the other breast.

Linda's mind was in a tizzy; her reasoning abilities quickly fading as she gave herself over to the hedonistic pleasures that threatened to consume her.

For several minutes, Rachel switched from one breast to the other, gently massaging one while she sucked the other's nipple and nibbled on it with lip covered teeth.

After what seemed like an eternity to Linda, Rachel left her breasts and kissed her way down to her belly button. 

Linda's breathing was already labored but, when Rachel's tongue rimmed her belly button and began to slide in and out of that indentation, her breath caught in her throat and it was several seconds before she remembered to breathe. Her mouth opened wide and her chest heaved. She placed her hands on top of Rachel's head and pushed. "Eat me! Lick me!" she screamed. "I've got to cum before you drive me crazy!"

Still unhurried, Rachel was now kissing Linda just above her bushy mound. From thigh to thigh, she licked and nibbled the other woman's sensitive skin along the edges of her hairline.

Linda cried out in total ecstasy when Rachel began her downward journey across her bush. She groaned in disappointment when Rachel bypassed her clit and her pussy. An approving sigh escaped her lips when Rachel began kissing her inner thighs.

Rachel kissed, licked and nibbled a path from Linda's knee to the crease that separated her thigh from her pelvis.

Linda was hopeful when she looked down her body and saw Rachel's face hovering just inches above her clit. She shivered when the warm air of Mrs. Madison's exhalations caressed that little nub.

Rachel moved to her left and treated Linda's right thigh in much the same manner as she had the left one.

After a few broad swipes of the tongue along the crease where thigh met pelvis, Rachel centered her attention on Linda's pussy.

The blood engorged lips of Linda's outer labia had already spread wide, revealing a slightly swollen labia minora. Rachel immediately pushed her tongue deep into the recesses of Linda's vagina. 

"Oh, yes," Linda moaned as the tremors returned with a vengeance. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue." She arched her back in an effort to get more of Rachel's tongue inside her.

Rachel licked Linda's cunt lips from the bottom to the top, paused as she blew warm air onto her clit and then lowered her face until her mouth was over the younger woman's back door.

Rachel pushed the lingerie clerk's legs up and over her shoulders. She pulled the twin globes of Linda's ass cheeks apart; revealing the puckered, winking hole. She eased her tongue out between her lips and licked around the edges of that small opening, triggering Linda's first orgasm of the night.

The heat in Linda's loins burned hotter with each swipe of Rachel's tongue until her dam burst. "Oh, oh, Oh," Linda whimpered continually and without ceasing. Her body trembled. She arched her back. Her legs, still resting on Rachel's shoulders, became rigid and straight. 

The flames from a thousand fires emanated from between her legs and spread throughout Linda's body. A cauldron of boiling passion exploded inside her and she began to scream.

"Oh, fuck! Goddammit!" Linda yelled. "I'm cumming. You sweet bitch, you're making me cum!"

Rachel, her senses heady from the sweet odor of Linda's arousal, let her tongue lie still until the younger woman rode out her orgasm. 

When the trembling had ceased and Linda's body had gone limp, Rachel licked up the perineum and along the outer lips until she reached Linda's clit.

One stroke of Rachel's lips along her hard and sensitive clit sent Linda's senses into another tailspin. With both hands full of hair, she held Mrs. Madison's face against her hungry cunt while she fucked her enlarged clit between Rachel's lips.

The hard, determined thrusting of Linda's mound forced a loud grunt from Rachel's lungs each time she made contact with the younger woman's mound.. 

Although she'd experience one of the most powerful orgasms of her young life only moments ago, Linda could feel another one quickly building. Each time she felt the friction on her clit when she pushed it between Rachel's soft lips, Rachel aided the building tension in her body by a hard flick of her tongue against that hard bundle of nerve endings.

Seconds later and Linda was experiencing another mind bending climax. Again, her shouting and screaming announced her arrival at another orgasmic peak. 

She continued pressing Rachel's face against her heated sex until the storm of sexual stimulation had passed. Her body now limp and satiated, she released her grip on Rachel's hair and slowly lowered her back side to the bed. Both women were gasping for air.

Her breath still coming in short, measured bursts, Rachel slid from between Linda's legs, crawled up the bed and laid down beside her. She slid an arm under Linda's neck and pulled the younger woman to her. She pushed a strand of hair out of the way and kissed Linda on the forehead.

After several minutes of post orgasmic bliss had passed, Linda stirred. "You do something to me that no one else has ever been able to do," she said as she caressed Rachel's cheek.

* * *

Tammy clung to her brother. Never in her life had she been so exhausted after a round of sex. Over and over again, she recounted in her mind the recent events that had led her to this moment in time. 

"A week ago," she told him, "I could only imagine what it would be like for you to make love to me."

Jeff had been dozing off and on since he'd stopped his oral attack on his sister's sex and had lain down beside her. It took a second for him to realize he wasn't dreaming. He kissed her lightly as he cupped her left tit and began teasing her nipple.

"So far, it's only been an oral affair," he said. "We haven't even begun to make love."

Tammy laughed. Her eyes opened wide in a mock show of surprise. "You mean there's more?" She let out a low growl when he sucked an earlobe into his mouth.

"Much more," Jeff told her. "Much, much more."

Tammy wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her sex against his. She felt his hardening cock moving through the folds of her hot, yearning sex. Small bursts of incestuous desire made her body tingle when their lips met and their tongues began wrestling for control.

Jeff pushed his cock, now as hard as a length of steel pipe, between her hot, blood engorged outer labia. 

Tammy slid her hand down his hard stomach and over the fine pelt of black hair on his groin. Jeff groaned loudly when she grabbed his uncircumcised penis and slid the foreskin down over the glans. She attempted lifting her hips so she could take his hot, yearning piece of man flesh deep inside the recesses of her sex, but he resisted.

"Brother," she began, "Don't you want me? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"More than life itself," he replied. He backed away from her grasp and stood. He looked down at her, mapping the subtle and the not so subtle curves and contours of her hot, young body. His cock twitched and seemed to get even harder at the thought of sliding his member into her hot, clutching vagina. He offered her his hand and, when she took it, he helped her to her feet.

In a low voice that was thick with desire, he told her, "Let's do this in the bedroom."

Tammy stood and hugged her brother tightly. The lust and desire that raged throughout her body gave her voice a bit of a throaty timbre and made Jeff want her even more.

"Let's join Mother and Linda in Mother's bed," Tammy suggested. "Her bed's big enough for all of us and half the town of Beddington Falls."

"I like that idea," Jeff said. "But, only if the citizens of Beddington Falls sits this one out."

Tammy hit him playfully on the arm. "You goof. I didn't mean it literally."

Tammy and her brother entered their mother's bedroom amidst a backdrop of the loud moans and groans of two naked females on the bed engaged in a serious bout of cunnilingus.

The fire in Tammy's loins multiplied exponentially when she saw Linda's face buried in her mother's hairy cunt. She touched Jeff on the arm, looked up at him and then looked at Linda's near bald pussy. "I've got to have some of that," she whispered. "And I've got to have it now." She left her brother's side, climbed up onto the bed and promptly buried her face in the lingerie clerk's sex.

Linda was too busy licking Rachel's slit to pay much attention to whoever was between her legs. She continued licking from Mrs. Madison's ass hole to her clit. Each time her tongue touched that elongated bundle of nerve endings, she would pause long enough to capture that shiny pink bud between her lips and lightly nibble on it.

Jeff had thought it impossible for his dick to get any harder but, looking at the three women had proved him wrong. "It's hard enough to use as a lethal weapon," he thought with a smile. 

It took a couple of minutes to register in his mind that he was about to stroke himself to a climax. "That's not what I'm here for," he told himself. He climbed up on the bed beside his sister and positioned himself so that his head was between her legs. He brought his face to within an inch or two of her cunt.

He drug his tongue between her splayed lips all the way up to her overly sensitive clit but he did not tarry there for long. After a couple of flicks of his tongue, he moved south and began the journey all over again.

Rachel's body was on fire. The warmth she'd first felt deep inside her sex had spread quickly until it threatened to consume her. She was getting dangerously close to yet another orgasm.

When Linda's lips closed around her clit for the umpteenth time, Rachel placed her hands behind Linda's head and held her in place. 

"Oh, God, yessss!" Rachel hissed. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Linda had no intention of stopping; not just yet, anyway. When she sensed that Rachel was getting close, she stuck her forefinger in her mouth until it was dripping with her saliva, pulled it out and pressed the tip against Rachel's back door, massaging it with the utmost of care.

She lifted the older woman's legs and put them on her shoulders, making her wrinkled brown hole more accessible to her probing fingers. Again, she wet her finger with her own saliva and pressed it against Rachel's butt hole.

Rachel groaned with anticipated pleasure. Nobody had ever played around with her anal opening before. Certainly not George. Anything besides the missionary position was nasty and dirty. She instinctively knew that Linda would take it slow so as not to hurt her. 

Linda continued to rim Rachel's tight little hole with the tip of her finger, occasionally, teasing it with her tongue

Once more, Linda made sure her finger was well lubricated. She pushed her finger deep into the recesses of Rachel's hot and hungry cunt. Rachel's vaginal muscles squeezed the invading finger until Linda thought it would surely be broken and ripped from her hand. 

Linda struggled to get her finger out of the older woman's tight, clasping pussy. Covered with the secretions of a sexually charged vagina, she finally managed to extract her finger from Rachel's hot box. She immediately pressed the tip against Rachel's puckered hole.

Linda let her finger rest at the entrance to Rachel's back hole, allowing Rachel to get used to something touching her in such a sensitive spot.

Finally satisfied that the older woman had relaxed enough to attempt an insertion, Linda pressed lightly against the tiny brown hole. She was surprised at how easily it slipped inside Rachel's colon. She stopped pushing when she felt the wrinkled ring of muscles that guarded the entrance to Rachel's bowels squeezing her finger just below the first knuckle.

Slowly, Linda pushed a bit more of her finger inside Rachel's rectum, stopping after each endeavor to allow her to get accustomed to the digital invasion. Finally, Linda's entire finger was inside Rachel's ass.

"Ohhhhh," Rachel sighed when Linda began to pull her finger out of her back door. Then Linda eased it back inside that dark hole. Thus began a series of thrusts and retreats as the shop girl picked up a bit of speed. Soon, her hand was almost a blur as her finger pistoned in and out of Rachel's ass.

Rachel began to whimper; short little high-pitched sounds that sounded much like the chattering of a squirrel.

Rachel's whimpering quickly morphed into a series of screams as a warm, tingly feeling began to develop in her stomach. Before she could fully comprehend what was happing to her body, that feeling had traveled quickly down to her pussy. 

The tongue bath Linda was giving to her clit; combined with the finger fucking of her ass, was more than Rachel thought she could endure. She tightened her grip on Linda's hair and held her head in place. Finally, it was there.

Rachel arched her back, thrusting her secreting cunt into her newfound friend's face. The muscles in her body seized. Her legs, still resting on Linda's shoulders trembled. She could feel her toes curling from the increasing intensity of her orgasm. She felt like she was going to explode.

Linda could feel Rachel's anal muscles slowly squeezing the life out of her finger; yet, she continued to finger fuck Rachel's ass.

Linda, herself, was getting dangerously close to popping a cork. Her clit was throbbing and her insides were already beginning to lurch like a ship being tossed about in a storm. The warmth she'd felt when the younger of the two Madison women had first latched on to her clit had increased a thousand fold.

Tammy, though, was a bit disappointed, wondering why her brother hadn't already impaled her on his beautiful fuck rod. She couldn't see that his wonderfully hard cock was only inches away from entering her molten hot sex. 

The first touch of Jeff's glans against her outer labia was electrifying. Her moans and groans poured out of her mouth and into Linda's clutching cunt.

Tammy felt Jeff's cock head spreading her splayed lips even further apart. Her swollen inner labia, for the moment, was denying him entrance. 

She felt her juices flowing and lubricating her insides. The walls of her tight, clutching vagina grudgingly acquiesced. In just a few seconds, all of him was buried to the root inside her fiery hot box.

Jeff felt the resistance as his cock pushed forward, stretching her tight, young pussy as it molded itself around his hard, veiny tool.

"Oh, fuck, Tammy," he cried out as his balls settled against her ass. 

Jeff started out slow; easing his dick out of the confines of her quivering quim and pausing for a second or two before slipping it back in. 

Tammy's continued oral assault on Linda's sex muted her cries of ecstasy and made them unintelligible.

Gradually, Jeff increased the speed and strength of his thrusts until he was slamming his cock into his sister's hot velvet lined box with the strength of a bull elephant.

It was like a chain reaction. Jeff grunted loudly each time his cock bottomed out inside Tammy's young cunt. The harder he pounded her pussy, the louder Tammy screamed.

Tammy's muffled cries were absorbed by Linda's overly sensitive sex, causing the young shop woman to cry out. Linda's continuous outbursts sent vibrating waves of hedonistic pleasure throughout Rachel's body, making her cum yet again.

Rachel gently pushed Linda's head away. "Too sensitive," she explained.

"Ahhhh, shitfuck," Linda said as her own orgasm struck without warning. Like lightning from above, continuous messages of joy and extreme pleasure traveled from her almost hairless gash to her brain, tripping the switch on her every nerve ending along the way.

Linda's face became heated and flushed as wave after wave of orgasmic contractions robbed her of all her strength. Finished and spent, she fell; face first, onto the bed, smothering Tammy's face with her hairy mound. A few minutes later, she rolled off the younger Madison woman and lay down next to Rachel, totally exhausted.

Like a fish out of water, Tammy thrashed about as her lungs took in massive amounts of air.

The friction raised by Jeff's hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt was driving her crazy with her need for release. The fingers of her left hand found her clit. She bent the first two fingers and placed one on either side of the hooded nub and cautiously began to slide her fingers up and down, pausing every few seconds to squeeze her fingers together.

Brother and sister rutted against each other; lost in their own separate worlds as they strove towards orgasm.

Rachel, seeing her daughter getting plowed by her own brother, began to get excited all over again. She moved over in the bed, positioned her face mere inches away from Tammy's pendulous breasts.

A low, lusty growl escaped Tammy's lips when her mother began to suck on her nipple. "Oh, shitfuck," she cried. "Suck my tits. Suck my clitty! Lick my pus. . ."

Tammy stiffened. Her bellowing cry announced her orgasm as it hit her with the force of a train traveling at full speed. The bright glowing ember of her incestual passion was now an unquenchable flame, burning hot; like a blacksmith's forge.

Tammy's vagina was leaking large amounts of a clear fluid. Jeff could feel it as it flowed haltingly around his cock and out her pussy. In no time at all, his pubic hairs were wet and matted. 

Even in the throes of her orgasm, Tammy was still thinking of her brother. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his hard cock, milking it; trying to coax his spunk into spraying the walls of her vagina.

Even though her orgasm had subsided, Tammy continued to match her brother thrust for thrust. In a few short minutes, she felt his cock swell, causing her to squeeze the shaft of his weapon harder and more often.




Mother Madison Ch. 03



The added friction was what he needed. He could feel the foreskin sliding over the crown. A trembling began in his loins and, like a tsunami, it overtook him, destroying everything in its wake. He was helpless and unable to do anything about it.

Jeff's balls contracted and quickly hid themselves high in his groin. Though his thrusting had slowed to a snail's pace, he continued fucking his sister; even while his baby making juices continued to spill out into Tammy's hot love box.

All too soon to suit him, it was over. Jeff's pecker quickly wilted and slid out of her pussy with an audible plop. He lay down beside his sister and held her close.

"Fantastic," was all that he was able to say.

Tammy caressed his face and then planted a light kiss on his jaw. Her hand found his cock, slick from their combined juices and gave it a quick squeeze. "Yes, you were," she told him.

* * *

It was a little after two when Jeffrey Madison awoke to the almost indescribable sensation of something warm and wet surrounding his cockhead.

He raised his head and looked down his body. Someone had his cock in her mouth. Initially, his mind was still groggy from just being awakened. He made his hands into fists, rubbed his eyes and looked again. 

The moon cast a soft light through the bedroom window; providing him just enough illumination to see that it was his mother's head bobbing up and down his fuck pole.

His body quivered and a soft sigh escaped his lips when he felt her tongue circling the crown.

Rachel let his cock slip out of her mouth and looked at her son. "'Bout time you woke up," she said. "I was beginning to think Rip Van Winkle was sleeping in my bed."

Jeff looked around the bed. "Where is everybody?" he asked.

"Linda and your sister started getting a bit amorous right after you fell asleep," she told him. "I was getting a bit drowsy myself so; I told them to use your bed."

She kissed the tip of his dick and then crawled up beside him. "Remember the other day when I told you I would make it worth your while if you would go with me to on my shopping trip?" she asked.

Jeff nodded. "Yes," he said softly.

Rachel rubbed her palm over his chest and his nipples. "Well," she began. "It's time for me to make good on that promise."

"I don't understand," he said. "You've already made my day. . .several times over."

She circled his still turgid rod with her hand. "That's nothing compared to what I have in mind, son."

He caressed and then kneaded her breast. "What did you have in mind, mother?"

"Ever fucked a woman in her ass?" she asked him.

Jeff's breath caught in his throat. "Sounds like she's gonna let me fuck her ass," he told himself. His cock jerked in her hand at the thought of sending it balls deep into her bowels. 

"Yes," he said weakly.

"Well, that's what I want you to do, baby. I want you to fuck mommy's ass tonight."

Jeff could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Ever since one of his friends had shown him a picture he'd ripped from a magazine of a woman being fucked in her ass by another woman wearing a strap on, he'd almost become obsessed about driving his cock up a willing woman's ass.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I've been dreaming about doing that for a few years, now."

Rachel opened the top drawer of her night stand and pulled out a crumpled tube of lubricant. "Here," she said. "Get your cock nice and slick."

Jeff took the tube of lubricant from his mother, unscrewed the cap and squeezed a liberal amount into his palm. He laid the tube on the night stand and wrapped the hand full of lubricant around his dick.

Jeff slid his hand up and down the shaft; bathing his fuck stick with the thick, gooey substance.

Mother Madison turned and lay on her back in the middle of the bed and stuck her legs up in the air. With her feet pointed towards the ceiling, she grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide. "Put some on my ass hole," she instructed him. 

Jeff squeezed a goodly amount directly on her tight little hole and immediately pushed his finger inside her rectum.

"No, no, baby," Rachel said. "It's not time to put anything in my ass yet. You've got to rub it a while; massage it until it gets so relaxed you could jam a telephone pole in it."

Jeff pulled his finger out of his mother's ass and used his thumb to spread the lubricant around her anal ring.

"That's it, baby," Mrs. Madison sighed. "Keep on rubbing my back door."

Jeff continued to massage Rachel's wrinkled brown eye, stopping twice to apply more lubricant.

"Now, son. Put your finger in my ass."

Jeff touched the outside of her back door and waited.

"Go on, honey," she urged. "Push it in; slow."

Jeffrey Madison's forefinger entered her with ease. He paused when it was in just past the first knuckle.

Mother Madison wiggled her hips. "All the way in," she pleaded. "And then, fuck my ass with your finger."

With one hard shove, Jeff pushed his bony digit inside her ass hole, stopping only when it was in all the way to the last knuckle. 

Rachel grunted loudly from the force of the invasion into her bowels. A loud burst of air escaped from deep within her lungs. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass with your finger."

Jeff gladly obliged his mother and, for the next couple of minutes, sawed his finger in and out of her ass.

"Put two fingers in it," Rachel told him. 

Soon afterwards she told him to insert a third finger. "Ream my ass," she said.

Rachel pushed back as Jeff pushed in. "Oh, yeah, baby," she sighed. "That's how to do it!"

After a few minutes of getting fucked in the ass with yet another finger inside her, she quit pushing back on his invading digits and told him to stop. "It's time for the real thing," she told her son. "It's time for your fat fucking prick to find out what it's like to be inside my hot little ass."

Jeff pulled his fingers out of his mother's ass, rose up on his knees and aimed his cockhead at her wrinkled brown hole. "Before you get started," she said, "put some more lubrication on my ass. In it, too."

Jeff applied a liberal amount of gel on and around his mother's puckered hole. He used his finger to get as much of it inside her as he could.

"Are you ready?" Jeff asked his mother.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she said. "I want your hard cock in my ass. I want to feel you shooting your jizz up into my bowels." She dangled her legs over his shoulders.

Jeff moved forward until his cock was in position to enter his mother's ass. They both sucked in a lungful of air and shuddered involuntarily when the tip of his cock made contact with her tight, wrinkled anus.

Initially, Jeff's efforts to gain entrance were in vain. No matter how hard he pushed; even with all his preparations, his mother's ass refused to open itself and let him inside.

"Keep trying, baby," his mother said. "It's most always a bit difficult the first time you try something like this."

Jeff pressed a bit harder. This time, he felt her ass hole slowly opening up around his glans. He could feel his foreskin sliding back off his glans as her anal muscles slowly acquiesced to his dogged insistence. When his cock head had gained complete entrance, he paused; waiting for his mother to get used to his cock being where no man had ever been.

"Go ahead, baby," she said. "Slide it all the way into mommy's ass."

Little by little, more and more of Jeff's cock entered her dark hole. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was in! All the way to the root of his evil sword.

"Go slow, son," Rachel cautioned.

With agonizing slowness, Jeff withdrew his love bone nearly all the way out. He paused. "Are you ready Moth. . . uh, mommy?"

Rachel wiggled her ass. "As ready as I'll ever be."

In less than a second, Jeff's cock was all the way inside Rachel's ass. He looked down and saw she was diddling her clit with her right forefinger. He pulled out, almost letting his cockhead come out also. But, he managed to stop just in time.

Jeff marveled at the control his mother had over her anal muscles. Just like the walls of her vagina, she could make her anal muscles contract at will.

Jeff slowly slid his cock back inside the warm recesses of her bowels. He set a rhythm of slow, and sensuous penetrations and withdrawals. Rachel was soon matching him stroke for stroke. 

Gradually the speed of their coupling increased. With such increased speed came the risk of accidentally pulling completely out of his mother's ass. Not wanting to break his dick on the down stroke, Jeffrey began using much shorter strokes.

The sound of Jeff's groin slapping against Rachel's doughy ass cheeks echoed throughout the room. 

Such was the force of their coupling that Jeff released an involuntary grunt each time he drove his cock home. Between the sounds of flesh striking flesh and Jeff's loud grunting, Rachel's cries of incestuous joy almost went unheard.

Rachel could feel the heat of their incestuous anal play building up within her; concentrating itself in her clit. She was sweating in an air conditioned room. She used her free hand to wipe a strand of errant hair that clung to her sweaty forehead like it had been glued there.

The first stirrings of her pending orgasm began deep within her stomach area and quickly manifested itself as a yearning, burning desire to satisfy a carnal need as old as time itself. Her breathing became erratic. 

Something within her snapped, causing Rachel's body to seize and tremble. Her legs stiffened and her toes curled under. Her clit, now too sensitive for her flailing fingers, throbbed with the onrush of her climax. 

Rachel arched her back and then slowly lowered her ass back down to the bed. She lay there, not moving as the strength of her climax overpowered her. She closed her eyes and was soon going down a brightly lit corridor of incestuous love and desire.

The strength of her orgasm forced Rachel's eyes to open. She lay beneath her son; her own flesh and blood, not knowing, not seeing and not caring. If she died right now, she'd at least die happy and with a smile on her face.

Rachel's anal muscles involuntarily tightened themselves around Jeff's cock, making it extremely difficult for him to continue stroking in and out of his mother's ass. With a great amount of effort, he managed to continue for a few more thrusts before he, too, succumbed to the inevitable. 

Jeff's nut sack seized and sent his testicles up into his groin. He cried out as a bright flash of light accompanied his first discharge.

Instantly, Jeff was carried into another dimension. One where climaxes brought one ever close to heaven itself. One where there was no recognized values of right and wrong. One where a person lived for the moment when their orgasm sent them over the edge.

After his first spurt of spunk, Jeff sent his cock deep into his mother's colon. He stopped thrusting and trembled mightily while his balls let loose as a half dozen more bursts of baby making fluids erupted with the force of an exploding volcano and his grunting became louder and louder.

When it was over and done with, he moved from between his mother's legs and lay down beside her.

For a few short moments, Rachel's legs still dangled in the air. Then they fell back down to the bed. 

Rachel turned to look at her son. She leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Thank you," she told him. "I needed that one."

Jeff returned his mother's gaze. "Was it good for you, Mommy?"

"It was better than good, baby. It was fantastic. And I'm gonna need a repeat performance in the near future."

Jeff smiled at the thought that he'd pleased his mother so well. He kissed her on the forehead, laid back down and closed his eyes. He went to sleep with his hand on her tit and a nipple between his fingers. 

* * *

Jeffrey Madison yawned and stretched and then settled back into the bedding; eyes still closed in hopes of getting a bit more sleep. But the noises from the other bedroom prevented him from doing just that. He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes before opening them and looking about the room. His mother was nowhere to be found.

Jeff stood and stretched again. He walked naked over to his bedroom. The door was wide open, giving him a full view of everything in the room. It was empty. Tammy and Linda were gone. He looked at his clock. "Goddamn!" he said to himself. "It's nearly ten o'clock in the morning. Did I sleep that long?"

He looked across the hallway. The door to Tammy's old room was closed. He walked over and tried the doorknob. The door was locked. He pressed an ear to the door and listened intently. From the noises he heard filtering through the closed door, he determined that it was his mother and Linda making love to each other. That left Tammy unaccounted for.

Still bleary-eyed, Jeff stumbled into the kitchen. His sister was sitting at the table dressed in a light blue blouse and a skirt that was a slightly darker blue. She was wearing a pair of black heels. Her nipples were trying to poke their way through the fabric of her blouse. She had a glass of orange juice in her hand. 

"Goddamn, Sis," Jeff said. "You're looking good this morning."

Tammy sipped some of her orange juice. "You really think so?"

"Shit," Jeff told her. "You'd make the Pope want to commit a sin with you."

Tammy blushed, finished her juice and stood. She set the empty glass in the sink. She then went over to her brother and kissed him lightly on his lips. Jeff pulled her in close but she broke away. With a wide grin, she said, "Not right now, Bro. I've got a few errands to run."

"In those clothes? Sis. It's time for you to 'fess up. Where are you really going?"

"Okay, Jeff. I'll tell you. But you've got to promise not to tell Mother. Understand?"

Jeff held his hand up in a three-fingered salute. "Scout's honor," he said.

"I'm going over to see Dad."

"Dad? What you want to see him for? After what Mother has told us, I'd think you'd want to steer clear of him."

Tammy looked apologetic. "I know, Bro. But, despite what happened between him and Mother, I still miss him."

Jeff's gazed into his sister's eyes. He also missed his dad but, out of loyalty to his mother, he didn't want to admit it. "What you going to see him for?" he said again.

"I want to try and convince him to patch things up with Mother."

Jeff laughed softly. "No bra," he mused. "Nipples sticking out into the next zip code. A skirt that goes more than halfway up your thighs. Nylons. And, I'd be willing to bet them nylons are held up by a lacy garter belt. And to top it all off, you're wearing your 'fuck me' shoes. All that points to one thing."

"What's that, Bro?" she asked coyly.

"You're gonna fuck him to death."

Tammy smiled and then let out a short giggle. "Whatever it takes to get them back together."

Jeff scratched his arm. "I agree with you about wanting to get them back together. They've been married way too long to flush everything down the drain now." He paused; then added, "What if he turns you down cold? Maybe he's not into this incest thing like we are now."

"Don't worry, Bro," she said with a gleam in her eyes. "I think I can persuade him to get back with Mother." She kissed him on the cheek. "Bye," she whispered as she tweaked his nose. "Wish me luck."

Jeff watched his sister walk out of the kitchen, into the living room and out the door. 

* * *

Inside the bedroom, Rachel and Linda were cuddled together luxuriating in post orgasmic bliss. Rachel opened her mouth to speak. "Linda," she began. She then closed her mouth and lay there, staring at her friend.

The shop girl smiled as she gazed into Rachel's eyes. "What?" she inquired.

Rachel gave Linda a quick kiss. "Never mind."

"Go ahead. Tell me. I really do want to know."

Rachel cleared her throat. "Promise not to laugh? And promise not to judge me?"

Linda's face showed a genuine concern for her Rachel. "Promise."

"It probably sounds foolish. And you'll probably think I'm plumb out of my mind but, I've got to get it said."

Linda kissed Rachel on the nose. "Go ahead, sweetie."

Rachel licked her lips. "I know we've only known each other for a very short time but. . ."

She paused to gather her courage. "I think I'm falling for you. Big time."

"Oh, baby," Linda said. "That's about the sweetest thing anybody's told me in a long, long time." She hugged Rachel and pulled her in close. "Truth be known, I think I've already fallen for you."

The two of them got out of bed; each donning an oversized t-shirt and walked hand in hand down the hallway.

"Well," Jeff said when he saw them entering the kitchen. "You two look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"Maybe we have," Rachel teased. 

"Sit down and tell me all about it."

Rachel and Linda sat at the table, still holding hands. "Where's Tammy?" Rachel asked. I didn't see her in your room when we passed by. I kinda wanted to tell you both at the same time."

"She went to see one of her friends. Lana, I think she said. They're gonna spend the day at the mall."

Rachel looked a bit disappointed. "I guess I can tell her later."

Jeff smiled warmly at his mother. He reached across the corner of the table and lightly rubbed Rachel's forearm. "I'm all ears," he told her.

"It's about me and Linda," Rachel began. "I think we're falling in love with each other. Are you okay with that?"

"Is this going to change our plans?" Jeff asked.

"Not in the least," Rachel assured him. "We're still going to move away from here and start a new life together." She emphasized the word, "together".

Jeff's love for his mother was showing in his face. "I guess congratulations are in order."



Mother Madison Ch. 04



To say Tammy was disappointed would be an understatement. She'd gone to her father's apartment with one purpose in mind; help him and her mother get back together. And she was planning on seducing him; if that's what it took to make it happen. She entered her mother's house, shut the door behind her, locked the deadbolt and headed straight for her bedroom. She flung herself on the bed and buried her face into her pillow.

Jeff had been at his computer when his sister entered the house. He stood and turned around just in time to get a brief glimpse of Tammy as she passed his open door. She didn't look too happy.

"What's wrong, sis?" he asked as he entered Tammy's room and walked over to her bed.

At first, Tammy didn't answer him. Jeff asked her again.

Tammy turned onto her back. "Nothing, really," she told him.

Jeff sat on the bed beside his sister, took off her shoes and dropped them on the floor. He put her nylon clad feet in his lap and began to massage them. His cock got stiff and hard. Just rubbing her feet was enough to make him that way. The fact that she had nylons on made it even more enticing. He was sure she could feel his stiffening dick as it tried to poke a hole in his pants. 

Tammy let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Ohhhhh, Jeff. That feels so good. Just what the doctor ordered."

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Dad turn you down?"

"No, dammit. He wasn't there."

"Maybe it's just as well, Sis."

Tammy raised up on her elbows. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean," he began, "that if you bring Dad in on this, it's gonna limit my time with you and mother." 

Tammy rubbed the heel of her foot against his cock. "Don't worry, Bro. I'll always take care of you."

Jeff moved his attention to Tammy's other foot. After a few moments, he began to massage her calves. He massaged her lower legs and then slid his hands up past her knees until he found the top of her nylons. "I don't want anyone or anything to come between us; that's all."

Tammy lifted her feet from her brother's lap and set them on the floor. She moved along the edge of the bed until they were sitting side by side; thighs touching. She leaned in and kissed him. Her tongue slipped out and brushed his upper lip.

Jeff quickly opened his mouth and sucked her tongue inside. Jeff's tongue swirled around hers and began pushing it back into her mouth. He held her by the hips and pulled her close. He could feel the pre cum leaking out of his dick and wetting his shorts. 

Jeff's right hand left her hip and slid up her stomach. He cupped her breast and ran his thumb across the tip of her nipple.

"Mmmmmm," Tammy moaned as she rubbed the ever prominent bulge in the front of his pants. Jeff wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her down on top of him. Together, they wiggled and squirmed their way towards the center of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled, putting himself on top of his sister. 

Jeff pushed Tammy's short skirt up to her waist and was surprised to see that she was not wearing her panties. He eased his middle finger between her lips and buried it inside her sex. With a slow and deliberate tempo, he finger fucked his sister's cunt..

Tammy's pussy was heating up. The fires of her incestuous, sinful lust spread quickly throughout her young body. When Jeff pulled his finger back and readied himself for yet another digital invasion, her pussy followed along until his finger was once again in to his last knuckle. Her hips were in constant motion as she fucked her brother's finger like it was his cock.

"Hurry," she told him. "I need the real thing."

Working quickly, Jeff knelt between her legs, undid the button on his pants and pulled them and his shorts to his knees. He leaned forward, his cock leaving a trail of pre cum as it rubbed along her leg on its way to Tammy's Promised Land. 

Hot and getting hornier by the second, Tammy eagerly reached for her brother's cock to guide it inside her. Both brother and sister felt the surge of electrical impulses that settled in their groins the moment they first made intimate contact with each other's sexual organs. 

Just as Jeff steadied himself to enter his sister, the bedroom door opened. Framed by the doorway, Rachel looked upon her children with a bit of amusement. "Oops," she said. "Was heading for my room when I heard some strange noises behind the door. Just thought I'd check and see if you're okay.

"We're just fine, Mother," Tammy said with a bit of irritation in her voice.

His desire somewhat diminished by his mother's sudden and unexpected appearance, Jeff's cock lost most of its rigidity and was temporarily unable to make an entrance into his sister's sex.

"Shit!" Jeff muttered.

Tammy sensed his frustration. "What's wrong, brother?"

"Goddam thing's gone south on me."

Tammy slid her hand down her stomach and across her bushy mound. She wrapped her hand around his wilting fuck stick and stroked it a couple of times. She shifted beneath him. "Bring that thing up here," she told him. "I'll take care of it like I did in the bathroom the other day."

Jeff's eagerness was readily apparent as he straddled his sister's waist and moved up on the bed until his dick was dangling in front of her mouth.

Tammy raised her head and had quickly accepted all that he had to offer. At the same time, she grabbed Jeff's butt cheeks and pulled him closer. Her tongue danced around the shaft as it painted his glans with a fair amount of saliva.

Jeff felt his cock growing inside Tammy's mouth. He groaned his approval and pushed it a bit further into her oral cavity. He pulled back and quickly pushed it back inside her mouth; this time, with a bit more urgency. In a matter of seconds his raging erection had returned. Every time that he shoved his cock into his sister's face, he could feel it bumping against the back of her throat.

He pulled back again and readied himself for another trip along the flat of Tammy's tongue.

Tammy grabbed his cock and held it still. She backed away from his mushroom shaped head. "As much as I'd love to make you cum this way," she told him. "My pussy's needs take precedence over anything else." She gave his cock head a quick kiss and laid back onto the bed. "Now move back to where you were and make love to me."

In a flash, Jeff's cock was knocking at the door of Tammy's love box. At the same time he pushed forward, Tammy wrapped her legs around his waist, rested her heels on his backside and applied as much pressure as was possible; silently urging him to go deeper.

As soon as his cockhead was fully inside her, Jeff paused as if to gather his strength and then he sent his steel rod barreling down inside her; the flared crown stretching the walls of her velvet lined vagina.

"Oomph!" Tammy's sudden expulsion of air left her breathless. 

Over and over again, Jeff plowed into the depths of her vagina, occasionally bumping against her cervix. 

Still standing in the doorway, Mother Madison looked on with interest. "What a beautiful sight," she told herself. "Brother and sister expressing their love for each other."

Rachel's hand slid inside the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers wasted no time in searching out her throbbing love button. A quick burst of sinful, sexual desire surged through her when contact was made. She went weak in the knees and had to struggle to stay upright

Jeff and Tammy were huffing and puffing as they both strove to reach their individual and collective goals. Withdrawals and insertions subsequently decreased their ability to breathe properly.

Tammy's cries became whimpers as her orgasm neared. "Fuck me, Jeff!" she exclaimed between breaths. "I'm almost there!"

Then she was over the edge. One second she was screaming for her brother to fuck her. Then she was swept away with the overflow of her carnal desires. 

Jeff could feel the walls of his sister's sex squeezing his rock hard cock. It continued to squeeze him even as his balls gave up their load and filled her with his potent sperm.

Tammy lay still, her body quivering uncontrollably, her sanity having temporarily abandoned her. Her mouth was open in a silent cry. Her eyes were open and her nostrils were flared. The warmth of her brother's issuance was the trigger for another small explosion. 

Rachel moved over next to the bed for a better view. She went to her knees beside them; her hand still on her clit and her fingers deep inside her hot box. Her orgasm hit her a mere second or two after her children's. 

Fighting to stay upright, Rachel cried out. Her insides had turned to jelly. She succumbed to the light, allowing it to show her the way to sexual heaven. Her juices, flowing without restraint, covered her hand and dripped onto her legs and feet.

Jeff stayed on top of his sister, his cock still inside her and still hard. When he was sure he and Tammy had given their all, he began to slowly pump in and of her cunt.

"Not now, Jeff," she pleaded.

Jeff stopped in mid-stroke; his cock almost halfway out of her pussy. "What's wrong, Sis?"

"I'm a bit sore," she told him.

Jeff pulled out of Tammy, swung his legs over the side of the sofa and put himself in the upright position. Rachel, temporarily finished with her foray into the world of sexual pleasure, stood and helped her daughter into a sitting position. She sat down between the siblings, turned to look at each of them and said, "Got some good news."

"What's that?" Jeff and Tammy asked at the same time.

Rachel coughed. "I've been to see my lawyer and he tells me that I am entitled to half of your father's assets that were acquired during our marriage."

"Will he give it to you?" Tammy asked.

"He'll have no choice," Rachel replied.

"What will we do until everything is split between the two of you?" Jeff asked.

"There's plenty of money in our joint account," Rachel told him. "Tomorrow, I'm gonna withdraw my half and start a separate account." She brushed back an errant strand of hair that had partially blocked her vision. "I just hope he hasn't beat me to it."

"Have you decided yet where you think you might want to move to, Mother?" Tammy asked.

"Not yet," Rachel said. "Been thinking hard about it. However, there's something we need to discuss. Us three need to be in total agreement on this matter."

Tammy looked anxiously at her mother. "What's that?" she asked.

Rachel coughed. "It's about Linda."

"What about her?" Jeff asked.

"I hate to just drop this on you two but, I figure the sooner it gets said, the sooner the three of us can figure out how to deal with it." She paused to gather her thoughts.

Jeff and Tammy were silent as they waited for their mother to continue.

Rachel looked down at her feet. "You both know that Linda and I have been spending a lot of time together. As a consequence, I've not been spending a whole lot of time with you two."

"That's okay, Mother," Tammy told her. "I don't mind. Jeff and I are dealing with it."

Rachel snickered. "I saw how you were dealing with it just a while ago."

Tammy pushed her hand under Rachel's skirt, up her thigh and over to her hairy mound.

Without thinking, Rachel spread her legs so Tammy would have better access to her pussy. Tammy responded by pushing a finger inside her mother's vaginal opening. She curled her finger and then pulled it out

Tammy drug her finger between Rachel's outer lips, gathering some of the moisture that continued to leak from her well-oiled cunt. She pulled her hand from under her mother's skirt, lifted it to her nose and sniffed.

"Smells like someone besides me and Jeff has been 'dealing with it.'" Tammy remarked.

Tammy pressed her finger against her mother's mouth. "Taste it, Mother. Taste your own juices."

Rachel twisted her head about. She grabbed Tammy's wrist and, with a great bit of difficulty, stopped her movements.

"Taste it, Mother. Taste it before it dries up completely."

Cautiously, and with a small amount of trepidation, Rachel pushed her tongue between her lips and licked the end of Tammy's finger.

"You like?" Tammy asked.

"Different," was Rachel's reply.

Tammy was about to bring her hand back to her own mouth when Rachel leaned forward and took the entire length of the proffered digit into her mouth.

Rachel circled Tammy's finger with her tongue, licking it and cleaning it. When she could no longer taste herself, she wrapped her hand around the base of Tammy's finger and slowly pulled back.

Once her finger was no longer inside her mother's mouth, Tammy leaned in for a kiss. After many long seconds of battling tongues, she broke away.

"Well, how did it taste, Mother?"

Rachel looked pensive. "Good," she said. "Good, but way different than yours."

Tammy stood and yawned. "Think I'll head on over to Lana's," she said.

"Didn't you go there this morning?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, Mother, I did. She wasn't home so I came back."

Rachel patted the sofa cushion where her daughter had been sitting. "Can you wait for a few minutes?" she asked. "Got a few things that need discussing. Won't take long. I promise."

Tammy sat back down. "Sure, Mother. No problem."

Rachel hesitated before speaking. She was worried how her children would take what she was about to say. "But," she said to herself as she sighed. "It's got to be said."

"I've already mentioned this to Jeff," Rachel told her daughter. "Now, it's your turn to listen."

"What's that, Mother?"

"Linda and I have fallen in love," Rachel said. "Will there be any problems if I bring her in to the family?"

Tammy thought long and hard before speaking. "I don't know, Mother. I really don't know. I want you to be happy. However, that being said; how will it affect me and Jeff?"

"Hopefully, not at all," Rachel told her daughter.

"Already has," Jeff said.

"I wasn't aware that it had," Rachel said. "How so?"

"This morning," Jeff began. "You and Linda were in Tammy's old bedroom and the door was locked. Are you going to continue to keep us separated from Linda? I mean; I really do want your happiness to be a top priority but, not at our expense."

Rachel turned and hugged her son. "I'm so sorry," she told him. "I honestly don't remember locking the door but, I may have." She pulled back and held him at arm's length. "I love you, Jeff. I love the both of you more than life itself and would never intentionally hurt either of you. I will do my best to make sure that this doesn't happen again."

"I love you, too," he said

Rachel continued. "After we decide whether or not to invite Linda into our family and explain to her that we do not lock doors in this household."

"I'm all for your happiness," Jeff told his mother. "I cannot ever remember you being so happy when Dad was around. And, to be completely honest, there is part of me that wants him back. But, only if he learns to put your happiness first."

A single tear ran down Rachel's cheek. She caressed his forearm. "That's so sweet of you to put it the way you just did." She turned to look at Tammy; a questioning look in her eye.

Tammy wiped the tear off her mother's cheek. "I agree with Jeff. It is your happiness that concerns me more than anything else. I, too, would like to see both of you reconcile but, like him, do not want it to come at your expense. So, unless Jeff has any objections, I think that inviting Linda to be a part of our family would be great."

Rachel pulled both of them to her bosom. "It makes me so happy to hear you say that. Once again, I assure you that Linda will never come between us." 

"Except in bed," Tammy joked.

And. . . I've come up with an idea that just might fit into all our plans."

"Oh?" Tammy said. "Let's hear it."

"Okay," Rachel said. "Here goes nothing." She took a deep breath as she rubbed their shoulders. "We all move to Illinois until you graduate and then we move to Arizona. How's that sound?"

"Sounds fine with me," Jeff said.

Suddenly, Tammy was excited. "Mother, that is a wonderful idea. But. . . here's another suggestion. Let me go back to Illinois State by myself. You, Jeff and Linda move to Arizona. I'll put in for a transfer to Arizona State and join you as soon as it is approved."

"I don't know," Rachel interjected. "You'd be sacrificing a lot just to be with us. You'll have to leave all your old friends and make new ones. I think that it might be best if we follow you to Illinois instead of you following us to Arizona."

"Mother, you remember Danica?"

"How could I not remember her? All through school, you were practically joined at the hip."

"I know, Mother. She's been my BFF since kindergarten. Anyway, Danica is going to Arizona State. She's been after me to join her and I keep putting her off."

Rachel hesitated. "I don't know, Baby. I just don't know." 

Tammy extricated herself from her mother's grasp. "Think about it for a while, Mother."

Tammy looked at her watch. "In the meantime, I'm on my way to see Lana. I really need to be going, Mother."

Jeff and his mother both stood at the same time as Tammy. Tammy kissed her mother lightly on her lips. "Love you, Mommy."

"Love you too, baby." 

She then hugged her brother and kissed him full on the lips. For a couple of moments, they were swapping spit as their tongues did battle. She broke the kiss and told him, "I love you too, Bro. When I get back, I want us to have a go at making a baby." 

Jeff embraced Tammy. "Thanks, sis. I love you, too." He sucked in a deep breath. "I definitely want to give you my. . .our baby as soon as possible."

"What about school?" Rachel asked. "Having a baby will put a damper on those plans in one big hurry."

Tammy placed took Jeff's hand in hers and interlocked their fingers. "We both really want this baby. At the most, it will set me back one semester. We can handle that."

"Okay," Rachel sighed. "Just remember it won't be no picnic."

Tammy released her hold on Jeff's hand. She hugged him and then hugged her mother. "I know, Mother. I know."

* * *

After Tammy had left, Jeff and his mother sat in silence, taking casual glances at each other. It was Jeff who broke that silence.

"You sure have Arizona on your mind, Mother."

Rachel laughed lightly. "I guess I do at that, son."

"Any reason why? Or is that something you'd rather not disclose?"

For several seconds, Rachel stared at the ceiling. Her gaze returned to encompass her son. "When I was just a kid . . . my grandmother used to go on and on about how she used to live there. She talked about the wide open spaces. She told me many times that her nearest neighbor was nearly two miles away. I guess that the little girl in me wants to experience what Grandma experienced. So far, I've only seen Arizona through her eyes. I want to see it through mine."

Jeff pulled his mother to him; so close that he could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. He gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"You know that Tammy's birthday is coming up soon, don't you, Mother?"

Rachel looked up at her son and smiled. "Oh, yeah," she said. "And I know just what to get her."

"And what might that be?"

"A dildo," Rachel told him. "A big fat fucking dildo that vibrates."

"Sounds good, Mother."

"And what is my dear son going to give his sister for her birthday?"

"Dunno. I've been giving it a whole lot of thought but, haven't settled on any one thing. I'm leaning towards getting her a butt plug."

"A butt plug?" remarked Rachel. "What on earth for? I mean; what is a butt plug used for?"

"Well, Mother, a butt plug is just one way of several to prepare someone for anal sex." Jeff paused for effect. "Some people use them for hood ornaments. Others place a few of them in their windows during Halloween in hopes that it will keep the kids away."

Rachel pulled herself from her son's embrace and remained still while she stared at him; searching for signs he was only joking. She poked him gently in his ribs. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"




Mother Madison Ch. 04



"No, but I hope to soon," was Jeff's reply.

Jeff tickled his mother's side. They both broke out in a fit of laughter as they frolicked around on the bed trying to tickle each other.

When Rachel's butt slipped over the edge of the bed she tried in vain to keep from falling. Realizing that nothing she did would prevent her from slipping off the sofa and falling on the floor, she gripped his biceps and took him over the edge with her.

Mother Madison landed on her back and a split second later Jeff came crashing down on top of her, knocking the wind out of her.

Jeff tried to move off his mother and lay down beside her but, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and would not let go.

Clothing flew in all directions as they hurried to get undressed.

"Fuck me, Jeff," she said haltingly as she fought for each breath. "Take me and fuck me any way you want."

Jeff could not resist such an invitation. Working quickly, he kissed her on the side of her neck and down her chest where he latched on to one of her super-sized nipples and teased it with his tongue.

"Ohhhh, yessss," Rachel moaned. "I need your big cock inside me. Right now."

Jeff ignored her pleas and kissed and sucked on the other nipple before kissing and licking his way down her stomach and over her hairy mound. She cried out in joyful release, the likes of which she'd never known before.

"Oh, God fuck me," she cried out; the volume of her voice quickly fading into silence.

Jeff trailed his tongue along the length of her clit's hood until it touched the tip of her expanding bud of sexual joy.

Rachel lost her breath when her son began flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit. Her legs bent at the knees until the bottoms of her feet were touching the carpeted floor.

Under normal circumstances Jeff would have avoided his mother's clit entirely until he had kissed and licked the entire surface of her lower extremities but, hearing the urgency in her voice, he remained where he was; his head between her legs and his mouth on the center of her expanding desire.

Rachel slid both hands down across her mound and pulled her outer lips apart, exposing more of her love button for him to devour. In a matter of seconds, she was over the edge, humping her pussy against his face time after timer and flailing her head from side to side.

Her world faded to black as she gave herself over to the soul devouring, incest promoting demons that inhabited her very being. 

Jeff, totally unaware that his mother had passed out, continued his assault on his mother's sex. He licked the length of her slit several times and then pushed two fingers inside her. 

Rachel's body, without the aid of any of her five senses, quivered and shook uncontrollably. When she came to herself several minutes later, she was still a bit dazed and confused, temporarily unable to determine where she was. All she knew was that she was lying naked on the floor, her body feverish and tingling from the thousands of lightning bolts that began in her quim and radiated outwards to every cell in her body.

Rachel slipped her hands between her mound and Jeff's face and pushed him away from her pussy. "Now!" she demanded. "Climb up here and give mommy the fucking that she deserves."

Now on his hands and knees,Jeff hovered over his mother's trembling torso. He gasped when he felt his her hand wrap itself around his veiny shaft and guide him through the portals of glory. Resting his cockhead just inside her outer lips, he fought the overwhelming urge to cum. When that urge lessened, Jeff eased his cock further inside his mother until he reached her 

Rachel let out a low groan as the flared head of her son's cock stretched the walls of her cunt. She moaned her approval and squeezed his shaft in an effort to keep him inside her.

With an excruciating slowness, Jeff pulled back until, once again, only the head remained inside her.

When Jeff's thrusting had gained enough momentum and speed, she began to match him stroke for stroke; up when he drove into her and down when he backed up and readied himself for another journey down her love chute. Thus, began a rhythm as old as time itself.

The sounds of their flesh slapping together permeated the room as the unmistakable smell of sex quickly overtook their senses. 

"I'm almost there, Mommy," Jeff cried out as he pulled out of his mother and held his mushroom shaped head just inside her outer lips. He drove himself deep inside his mother and held it there for a second or two before withdrawing almost all the way out. He eased himself back inside her

As Jeff's cock made the slow journey back to the core of her sexuality, Rachel felt his penis swell. His cock twitched a couple of times before he bottomed out and then he flooded her hole with what felt like a gallon of his scalding white issue.

Finally, he lay still as she continued to massage his shaft with her undulating contractions. 

Out of breath and completely zapped of any modicum of strength, Jeff somehow managed to roll off his mother and lay down beside her. They lay together, spooning; their sweaty bodies clinging to each other.

Jeff reached around her body and palmed her breast. "Sorry, Mommy," he whispered in her ear.

Rachel put her hand over his. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I didn't make you cum."

Rachel turned to face him. She pressed a finger against his lips as if she were trying to silence him. "Ah, but you did make me cum . . . when you licked my pussy."

They smiled at each other, engaged in a light kiss and promptly fell asleep on the floor next to the bed.

* * *

Tammy parked her car on the street in front of her father's apartment, checked her appearance in the visor mirror and exited the vehicle. She adjusted her skirt, stepped up onto the curb and walked the short twenty steps or so to his door. She rapped her knuckles against the door and waited. Getting no answer, she did it again. Almost immediately, the door opened.

"Tammy!" her father said, his gaze quickly focusing on her braless tits and the semi hard nipples trying to poke through her thin, almost see through blouse. "So good to see you!" Come on in and have a seat and tell me all about what you've been doing since the last time we saw each other."

George Madison salivated at the sight of his daughter's backside as she stepped into the living room and walked to the sofa. "Damn, that skirt is short!" he exclaimed to himself. Her skirt lifted a bit with each sexy step that she took revealing just a hint of a pair of emerald green boy shorts and a garter belt of the same color. He could see the straps that firmly held her coffee colored nylons in place. "Given half a chance," he said to himself, "I'd take full advantage of that." He ruminated on the possibility that he'd be able to put his schlong up her poot chute.

"Baby girl," he said. "If that skirt were any shorter, you could call it a belt." He sat down in the recliner opposite the sofa.

Tammy smiled as she sat down. She licked her lips seductively. "You like it Daddy?"

George's already hard cock seemed to become even larger as he stared at the green triangle between his daughter's legs. "Goddam," he thought. "She's making no effort whatsoever to keep me from looking up her skirt."

"So," he began, his voice faltering. "What brings you my way?"

Tammy smiled coyly. "Do I have to have a reason to come and see my dad?" she asked.

George laughed. "You are just like your mother. She always had a reason to do whatever tickled her fancy."

"Dad, I came over to see if I could persuade you to try and patch things up with Mother," Tammy told him. She got up, walked the few steps to where he was sitting, plopped herself down in his lap and kissed him on his cheek. She could feel his rock hard cock as it jerked in response to the pressure of her hips on his boner.

George knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Tammy could feel his cock moving beneath her. It had been a while since he'd been this close to a woman. It didn't bother him that this beautiful young lady sitting in his lap was his daughter. If anything, it made him want her even more than he ever had before.

George put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "What makes you think I'd want to do that?" he asked.

Tammy wiggled her ass against her father's cock. She smiled when she felt it respond beneath her. "Come on, Dad," she told him, "I know you two still love each other."

"Ha!" George said. "Fat chance!"

She took his hand and placed it over her breast.

"Would this change your mind?" she asked as she once again wiggled her hips on his hard on.

For George, this was the realization of an impossible dream. Tammy was eighteen before her tits had really begun to develop. Ever since the day he'd come home and opened the bathroom door and saw her without a stitch of clothing on and a razor in her hand, he'd fantasize about what it would be like to fuck her.

Yes, George wanted to fuck his own daughter but things had changed. In his twisted mind, he felt like she had chosen her mother over him. Even when he and Rachel were still living as man and wife, she'd most always take her mother's side when they argued. 

Now, not only did he want to fuck his own flesh and blood, he wanted to dominate her; make her pay for rejecting him.

George gave Tammy's breast a light squeeze. "What else do you have in mind?" he asked.

Tammy got to her feet and stood facing her father. She unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse. "Anything you want," she told him. She unbuttoned a third button. "Anything you want."

George Madison undid the final three buttons of Tammy's blouse. He rose to his feet in front of her and pushed the blouse off her shoulders. Tammy let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor.

George cradled both breasts in his hands. Tammy took a half step backwards. "No, Dad," she said. "Nothing else happens between us unless you promise to try and patch things up with Mother."

George smiled. He would do anything; say anything to get between his daughter's legs. "Hell," he told himself. "I'd almost be willing to suck the Pope's dick if that's what it took."

"Yes, baby girl. I promise."

Tammy closed the distance between them, turned her head up and kissed him full on the mouth. "Let's go to the bedroom," she suggested. "Your bed certainly has more room than this lumpy old couch."

Tammy's dad reached around her and undid the snaps of her bra, pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. 

Tammy arched her back when she felt his tongue slide across the end of her nipple. "More room on the floor," he joked.

"Maybe later," she said as they walked arm in arm to his bedroom.

Unable to control himself any longer, George shoved his daughter face first onto the bed, pushed her skirt up to her waist and tore her panties from her.

"No, Dad," Tammy said. "Not this way! Not like this. Please."

"You said 'anything'." He growled as he pulled his pants and boxers down his legs. 

George kicked his clothes away, grabbed his daughter by the hips and pulled her to him. He laughed as Tammy tried to twist away from him.

"Go ahead and fight," he said. "I like it when they fight. Your mother used to fight like this." He stepped forward until the head of his cock was touching her outer lips.

"Dad!" she squealed. She almost passed out from the pain when he sent his massive cock burrowing down into her unlubricated pussy.

George grabbed a handful of Tammy's hair and pulled her head back. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Your mother couldn't take it, either."

Tammy had little time to get accustomed to his girth. George Madison was like a rabbit; fucking his daughter hard and fast with a complete disregard for her comfort.

To her relief, her father didn't last very long. After ten forays into her sex, George pulled back one last time, leaving the head barely inside her.

Tammy steeled herself for another painful incursion into her already ravaged vagina. When it came, it came hard, nearly knocking the breath out of her.

One last push was all it took for George to spend himself. Tammy felt his cock twitching inside her. "Thank God it's over," she thought when his issuance stopped spraying the walls of her vagina.

When George's cock slid out of Tammy's abused vagina, she turned over and sat up on the bed. "What's the matter with you?" 

"You didn't like it?" 

Tammy was aghast. Was her father that naïve about making love to a woman? Whatever happened, she'd try to endure it in hopes that he would keep his promise and get back together with her mother. She reached for his cock and caressed it with her right hand. She was surprised to see it getting hard so soon. "You need to be gentle, Dad. Most women don't like it so rough."

George feigned concern. He stepped closer until his cock was touching her lips. "I'm sorry," he told her. "I don't know what came over me. You're so fucking hot and all. I've longed for this day ever since you turned eighteen."

Tammy blinked back a tear. She kissed the head of his dick and then lay back and moved to the middle of the bed. She crooked her finger at him and with a semi forced smile told him, "Take off the rest of your clothes and climb up here with me. I'll teach you."

Instead of fooling with the buttons, George pulled his shirt and t-shirt up and over his head. Like he did with his pants, he flung them away from him, not caring where they landed.

"The first thing to remember," she told him after he laid down beside her, "is to always be gentle. Gentle in everything you do."

George continued his silence.

"From their ears down to their toes and everything in between, women liked to be pampered. It's not a get on and get off type of situation. First and foremost, you should make the woman feel needed; loved. And that means, in most instances, making sure they get satisfied. Now, starting at my ears kiss and lick your way down to my pussy."

"You mean . . . I mean . . . you want me to lick your pussy? That's disgusting."

"You like having your dick sucked, don't you?"

"You bet."

"Then what's wrong with returning the favor?"

"Never thought of it that way before." He took her earlobe in his mouth and gave it a light nibble.

"Yes, Daddy. That's the way."

George kissed and licked the hollow of her neck until it was slick and glistening with his saliva.

"Move on down, Daddy. Kiss all around and in between my tits."

George rained an abundance of kisses on her bigger than life tits then, one at a time, lifted them up and paid homage to the underside before putting a lip lock on her nipple.

"Oh God, yesssssss. Tease my nipples. Make them hard. Make me cum." And cum, she did; just as he was transferring his attention to her other breast.

It was a light orgasm. So light he wouldn't have known it if she had not told him. When her delirium had abated, she encouraged him to keep going south.

"Some women like to have their belly buttons reamed," she told him just as his lips reached her hairline.

George paused and lifted his head up to look at her. "My daughter," he thought. "I fucked my own daughter."

In a short millisecond, George Madison's face was hovering over his daughter's belly button. He paused, trying to screw up the courage to stick his tongue in her navel.

"If hers is anything like mine," he mused, "it'll be full of lint and who knows what."

Seeing his hesitation, Tammy told him, "That's okay, Daddy. That's something one has to get used to doing. Maybe next time."

Despite his misgivings, George was determined to lick his daughter's cunt. He wanted to get as much mileage out of this situation as possible. He knew that when he told her he had no intention of ever having anything to do with her mother, he would get no more chances to sink his hard, hungry cock into the depths of her sex.

His mouth now only inches away from his daughter's clit, he breathed in her aroma. "Doesn't smell too bad," he commented.

"Of course not," she said as his tongue slowly emerged from between his lips. 

He hesitated; still not sure he wanted to continue. But his overwhelming desire to fuck his daughter one more time made him do it. Cautiously, he touched the tip of his tongue to the shiny nubbin that lay before him and was immediately struck by the sweet taste of her excretions.

"Take it between your lips," she told him. "And then lightly flick it with your tongue."

He did as she asked and before he knew it, his revulsion at having his mouth on a woman's pussy had dissipated. Her long, drawn out sighs provided the impetus for him to continue. In a matter of seconds Tammy was thrusting her pussy and her hairy mound in his face. 

"Oh, God, yes," she said through clenched teeth. "That's the way, Daddy. That's the way."

Her hands in his hair, pulling him in closer was a bit of distraction at first. But, he continued to lap at her button of desire and soon, he was like a man possessed, determined to give her a tongue lashing that she would never forget.

Tammy's body jerked and spasmed and then stiffened. She was still, her hips raised and clenched as she went over the edge. When it was over, George Madison's face was covered with her ejaculate. He removed himself from between his daughter's legs and lay down beside her.

Tammy licked the juices from her father's face and then she kissed him. "You're pretty damned good at pleasing a woman when you put your mind to it," She told him. "You're gonna make Mother proud."

"Think so?" he asked.

"Yep, know so," she replied.

Tammy could feel her father's cock hardening as he rubbed it against her leg. She took it in her hand and began to stroke. "Damn!" she said. "I thought only young men could get it up again so quickly."

George Madison maneuvered himself in bed until he was between his daughter's legs; his cock aimed at the entrance into her sex. He used one hand to spread her lips and the other to guide it to its destination.

He placed the glans against her outer lips and pushed slowly until the head was halfway in. Tammy tried to push him off but he was too strong for her. 

She writhed in pain as he eased another inch or two into her love canal. She tried to get away but he was too strong for her. "No, Daddy! Not like that!" she told him. "I'm too sore. You're gonna make it worse."

Tammy was relieved when he pulled out but her relief was temporary. He immediately lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders until her puckered ass hole was winking up at him. He placed his pre cum covered glans against that dark ring and pushed.

"No, no, no!" Tammy cried. "You're gonna rip me apart! I'll never be able to take all that in my ass!"

Amidst the sounds of pain and apprehension coming from his daughter's lips, George continued to push. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "You're gonna take it, bitch! And you're gonna like it." He grunted and pushed until something inside her gave way and allowed him to get the rest of his oversized cock to plunge in to the hilt.

Tammy could feel her wrinkled hole tearing as he pumped his cock in and out of her rectum.

"You enjoying it yet?" he asked.

Tammy wanted to say "no." She wanted to tell him to pull his cock out of her ass and let her go home. But, she was afraid he might hurt her more than he already had. With every painful stroke, her desire to get her parents back together again diminished. She just wanted to get through this ordeal so she could leave and never come back. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she shouted. "I love the way you're fucking my ass!" 

To aid her father in his quest to fill her ass with his vile seed, she began pushing back at him every time he drilled her deep. She willed herself to ignore the pain, knowing that every stroke; every twist of her ass when his hard, sadistic tool was buried deep inside her bowels was another step toward him finishing.




Mother Madison Ch. 04



"Come on, Daddy," she yelled. "Fill my ass to overflowing."

George grunted his acknowledgement, picked up the pace and shouted obscenities at her. "I'm gonna make you my cum slut. You fucking whore! You're no better than your fucking mother!"

George continued plowing in and out of his daughter's brown hole with little or no regard for her wellbeing. He leaned forward, squashing her breasts beneath her thighs. 

"Oh, God, yessssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me, Daddy. I want to be your anal whore."

The obscenities flowed from Tammy's mouth like water spilling over the dam. Her dirty talk was having its desired effect.

Now gasping for every breath, George strained to deliver his load in her receptacle. He was nearly there.

"Oh, fuck!" George muttered in a low voice. "I'm almost there." Once more, he pulled his cock from her ass and left the head just inside her brown hole.

Tammy squeezed her anal ring around her father's cock. She felt him swelling inside her. George let out a shout as he shoved his thick iron rod deep into her bowels and held it there. His cock jerked and spasmed and his balls released its heavy load.

Tammy felt her father's rod lurch inside her bottom. A millisecond later, the first of several jets of his warm, viscous baby making fluids began to fill her bowels. She could feel it bouncing off the walls of her colon.

Finally, after what seemed like forever to Tammy, her father was spent. His splooge had filled her bowels almost to overflowing. As soon as he pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her rectum, Tammy could his semen gushing out of her butt hole and running down the crack of her ass. 

To Tammy's surprise, she had begun to enjoy having her ass reamed out by her father's thick cock. That small amount of enjoyment was quickly overridden by the sharp stabbing pains emanating from her sphincter muscle.

"Was that good for you, baby?" George asked his daughter. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Tammy lied. "You're the best."

"Damned fool," she thought. "Too dumb to realize the fact that he practically killed me. It's gonna take a week or more for me to heal."

The steady flow of fluids out of her ass continued. Tammy moved a hand down to her anal opening and gathered some of it on her fingers. When she brought her hand back up to look at it, she saw that her fingers were spotted with blood. Her father's big spear had torn her anal ring six ways from Sunday. To add to her misery, that dull aching feeling she was experiencing in her pussy was becoming more and more painful. "Forget about sitting down," she told herself. 

She wept silently as she found herself thinking that she'd be very lucky if she could even walk come this time tomorrow.

Tammy continued to pretend that she had enjoyed every minute of her abuse as they sat on the edge of the bed, cuddling.

She engaged her father in a deep, soulful kiss. When they unlocked her lips, Tammy, using her most seductive voice, asked him, "What would be a good time for you, Daddy?"

George looked at his daughter with a questioning look on his face. "Good time for what?"

She tweaked his chin. "You know, Daddy," she said. "You promised that if I let you do me, that you'd try and patch things up with Mother."

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I guess I did."

"Well? When can you get together with Mother and try to work things out?"

George coughed. He swallowed a couple of times. He made a sound as if to clear his throat. "I don't think that's gonna happen," he said.

"But, you promised. You practically rape me in both holes and you suddenly change your mind?"

George gave his daughter a cold stare. "You really think I would go back to your mother after she's admitted to fucking someone else?"

"That's because you wouldn't fuck her yourself. Besides, you've been fucking someone besides Mother for a couple of years now."

George laughed. "She told you that? I don't suppose she saw fit to tell you the reason why, did she?"

Tammy shook her head and stood. She picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. When she returned she stood in front of her father. "Why did you promise me you would try if you never intended to keep your promise?"

"'Cause I've been wanting to get in your britches since the day you turned eighteen. I figured it was my one and only chance. So, I took it."

"You bastard!" Tammy shouted.

"Yeah?" he sneered. "I probably am. But, at least I'm not a whore like your mother. She didn't tell you about all the perverted things she wanted me to do with her, did she?"

"Yes, she did. And I don't consider what she told me was perverted. She also told me about your lack of performance in the bedroom."

George looked at his daughter with disdain. "Call it what you want. I call it perverted."

Tears formed in Tammy's eyes. "Then, why did you lick me down there, if you thought it was so bad?"

"A moment of weakness. That's all. And, the fact that you wanted me to do it makes you a whore just like your mother."

Tammy couldn't get to the door fast enough. She opened it, turned to look at her father. "You'll pay for what you did to me," she told him. "I don't know how but, you'll pay dearly."

"Get out of my house while you can still walk," George yelled at his daughter.

Tammy cried as she ran down the hall and through the living room. She was still crying when she reached her car. She drove home, barely able to see because of her tears.



Mother Madison



Mother Madison reveled in the realization that she'd made her daughter, her own flesh and blood, cum. She moved from between her daughter's legs and moved up to lie down beside her. They turned on their sides, facing each other. 

"Mother," Tammy gasped. "You sure know your way around my pussy. I'm still tingling all over."

Rachel smiled and kissed her daughter lightly on the lips. "College isn't all books and boring lectures," she said coyly.

"You sly little bitch," Tammy said. "You've been keeping this secret. Had I known, we could have been enjoying each other's company a lot sooner than today."

Rachel looked at the clock on the night stand. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed as she moved to the edge of the bed and stood.

Startled, Tammy looked wild-eyed at her mother. "What's wrong, Mother?"

"It's nearly four thirty," Rachel gasped. "Your brother will be home any minute now." She said something that Tammy could not understand and ran into the living room. Tammy, not even thinking about their nudity, followed close behind.

Rachel picked up her robe, turned around and found herself facing her daughter; their breasts all but touching each other's.

Tammy raked the palm of her hand over her mother's left nipple, causing another delicious surge of ecstasy to course through her body.

"Tammy," she pleaded. "We haven't got time to do anything. Jeff will be home any minute now. We can't let him see us like this. What would he say?"

"He might just want to join in on all the fun," Tammy said as she massaged her mother's breast.

Rachel removed her daughter's hand from her breast. "Stop fooling around, baby. We don't have time."

Tammy chuckled lightly as her hand returned to Rachel's breast. "Don't you remember?" she asked. "Jeffrey said he was going to Marty's after school. Seems as though friend Marty has a new video game they want to try out." She moved forward, hugged her mother and captured an earlobe between her lips.

"Goddammit, baby," Rachel gasped when Tammy kissed her way down her neck. "I want to. You know I do. But.."

Rachel glanced at the front door; half expecting to see her son throwing it open for the whole neighborhood to witness this unholy, incestuous moment. 

Tammy, sensing her mother's hesitation, was quick to take advantage of the situation. She filled her hands with her mother's butt cheeks and slowly kissed her way down the older Madison woman's body. 

"You know how he is when he's playing his video games," she whispered between kisses. "He'll lose track of time and end up staying the night."

Rachel's body was on fire. Each breath that flowed from her daughter's mouth was like a flame thrower; burning her, threatening to consume her. Tammy's hands on her hips felt more like two chunks of hot, burning coal. 

"Besides," Tammy said in a voice husky with desire as her lips grazed over her mother's mound. "It's my turn to pleasure you."

Rachel silently chastised herself for having lost all sense of self control. Part of her was still worried about her son catching her in such a compromising situation. Another part of her was telling herself to completely let go and not to worry. She made up her mind the moment she felt Tammy's tongue touch her clit.

"Oh, god, baby!" Rachel moaned. She dropped her robe, grasped the back of her daughter's head and pulled her into her sex. "I don't care! I don't care!" she said over and over in her mind. "Let him catch us. I don't care."

Tammy gripped Rachel's hips and pulled them away from each other. A finger worked its way over to her wrinkled anal opening. 

"Ohhhhh," Rachel moaned when she felt her wrinkled brown opening being slowly forced open. "Ahhhh," she whispered almost reverently as Tammy's finger plunged in past the first knuckle.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Rachel screamed when her daughter began sawing her finger in and out of her back door. "Fuck my ass!" she chanted over and over again. 

"Let him come!" she cried out in a loud voice. "I want him to see me like this. I want him to fuck me!"

With that last sentence, Rachel lost all control over her body and her actions. She was there for the sole purpose of obeying whatever demon or demons that had taken up residence inside her. She no longer had a soul. Her thoughts were no longer hers to control.

++++++

Young Jeffrey Madison stepped up onto the porch, a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be going over to his friend's house after all. Sometime around noon, he'd received a text from Marty saying he had the flu. "Oh well," he'd told himself. He thought about his latest game; "Kingdoms of Camelot." His army was running low on food. He could fix that problem, however, by raiding a few barbarian camps and stealing all their supplies.

Jeffrey had taken but two steps when he heard his mother screaming. Convinced that someone had broken into the house and was raping her, he ran to the door and shoved it open, totally unprepared for the action that was going on right in front of his eyes.

Eighteen year old Jeffrey Madison quickly closed the door behind him and stood there like a statue, unable to move, assessing the situation. His cock, hardened and stretched to its full six and a half inches, threatening to poke a hole in his bulging pants.

His mother stood before him, stark naked; her knees bent as though she were about to fall to the floor, gasping and struggling to catch her breath. His sister, Tammy, was on her knees, her face buried in her mother's crotch. One hand was clutching her mother's butt cheek while the other was busy fucking her ass.

Ever since he first began to know the difference between girls and boys, women and men, Jeff had harbored a hidden desire for his mother. Ever since his eighteenth birthday two months ago, he found himself fantasizing about seeing his mother's naked body. Now, he knew. He definitely liked what he was seeing. 

Along with those fantasies came the increasing urge to have sex with her. He'd even gone so far as to retrieve her soiled panties from the hamper and spill his seed into them after he masturbated.

Young Jeffrey was in a quandary. Should he leave and come back later; never mentioning what he'd seen? Or should he take a chance and see if either of the two women before him would object to him joining in on the action. His cock lurched at the thought that he was possibly going to fulfill a longstanding fantasy and fuck his mother; his own flesh and blood. His excitement more than doubled when he thought he might also be able to fuck his sister.

Jeff's wicked and most vile desires won the battle between right and wrong. His sense of morality quickly faded into obscurity. 

His cock twitched with his every heartbeat. Like his mother and sister, his breathing became ragged and uneven. He quickly shed his clothes, moved over behind his mother and wrapped his arms around her, cradling a breast in each hand.

Rachel, her mind foggy with lust, barely noticed the extra pair of hands touching places that only she had touched in nearly a year. She paid little mind to his cock as it pressed its length along her ass crack. Her need for release grew stronger with each swipe of her daughter's tongue across her clit. Her body grew weaker each time Jeffrey massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. Each time his cock thumped against her buttocks, she silently begged for more. Overtaken by a tsunami of emotions surging throughout her body, she screamed out her release and slumped to the floor, taking Jeffrey and Tammy with her.

Satisfied that she'd done what she'd set out to do, Tammy eased her face away from her mother's pussy just far enough to see her naked brother still massaging Rachel's breasts. 

Tammy swiped her hand across her face to gather her mother's juices, then moved out from between the older woman's legs and lay down beside her. She pressed her hand against Rachel's lips.

"Taste it," she said. "Taste your own juices, Mother."

Rachel made one tentative lick across Tammy's palm and pulled her tongue back inside her mouth. "Mmmmm," she said, indicating that she was enjoying the taste of her own secretions. A few short seconds later, she had licked her daughter's hand clean. Then, she rolled to her side, inadvertently causing Jeffrey to lose his hold on her oversized mammaries and proceeded to lick Tammy's face. Only after she was satisfied she'd gotten all of her secretions, did she say anything to her son.

"A pleasant surprise," she said as she reached for his face and pull him in close for a quick kiss.

"I didn't know," Jeffrey began. "if I should join in or not. But when I realized that it was Tammy who had her head buried between your legs, I couldn't help myself. Hope you're not upset that I joined in."

Rachel smiled. "Upset? Not only no but, hell no. Tammy has given me a new life, sexually, and I plan to make the best of it."

Rachel rose to her knees and then stood. "Let's get to the bedroom. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

The two siblings quickly rose to their feet and eagerly followed their mother into her bedroom. Standing by the bed, Rachel wrapped her hand around Jeffrey's cock and squeezed it lightly. "I've wondered for quite some time how big you were," she said. "Now I know."

Tammy began fondling his balls. "I think we're gonna have some fun tonight," she said. "Don't you think so, Mother?"

Rachel stroked her son's cock a couple of times before she answered. "I do believe we are, baby. I do believe we are."

Jeffrey could already feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up inside him. He involuntarily shoved his cock through his mother's fist. "If you don't stop," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum."

Rachel stopped stroking Jeff's manhood but, kept her fist wrapped around the base. She went quickly to her knees, opened her mouth, slid her lips over the head and caressed it with the flat of her tongue. Jeff tried to shove his rod all the way into his mother's mouth but, the hand she had wrapped around it prevented him from doing so.

Tammy, now on her knees beside her mother, began licking his hairy nut sack. Jeffrey hissed his approval when she took his left nut sack into her mouth.

Rachel released her grip on his lance and, without warning, swallowed it all the way to the root, bouncing her chin against Tammy as she gnawed lightly on her brother's balls.

"Damn," Rachel thought as she felt the head of her son's tool hit the back of her throat. "It's been a long time since I've deep throated anyone," she thought.

Barely able to keep from gagging, Rachel let his cock stay where it was while she swallowed; the effects of which did not go unnoticed by Jeff.

When Rachel Madison felt her son's cock lurch inside her mouth as he tried to push more of the head into her throat passage, she knew she would soon be swallowing his load. 

Rachel's continued deep throating of her son forced Tammy to lose the lip lock she had on her brother's balls. She quickly positioned herself behind Jeffrey and, after spreading his butt cheeks wide, pressed the tip of her tongue against his wrinkled brown hole, causing Jeffrey to shudder uncontrollably.

Tammy pulled her face away from her brother's ass, stuck the forefinger of her right hand into her mouth, wetting it down with her saliva. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and, once again, spread Jeff's cheeks.

The heat of passion spread rapidly throughout Jeff's body. His pulse quickened. His erratic breathing left him panting with an overwhelming need for release. Rachel pulled back a bit so that she could breathe, leaving about an inch of his throbbing tool uncovered. She felt his veiny cock swell; a clear signal that her Jeffrey was about to cum. 

Jeff's testicles pulled up inside his body when his mother started to hum. The vibrations on the end of his dick caused by Rachel's humming and the sudden thrusting of Tammy's moistened finger into his ass caused Jeffrey to lurch forward, forcing Rachel's throat to accept his invading lance.

Jeff's first offering went down his mother's throat, giving her little chance to taste it. Rachel let his cock slip out of her mouth until just the head remained covered. Rope after rope of hot viscous fluid coated the inside of her mouth.

Tammy, aware that her brother was cumming, reached a hand around to Jeff's front and helped milk the last few drops of his juices from his rapidly wilting cock.

"Save some for me," she told her mother. "I want to taste it also."

Rachel, her mouth so full of cum that she could not speak for fear that some of her son's precious fluids would be spilled onto the floor, said nothing. 

Tammy scurried on her knees to where her brother's seed was being temporarily stored. She gave her mother an open mouth kiss. Tongue touched tongue as the two women shared Jeff's sperm.

Jeff looked on in amazement as he watched the two women he loved the most exchange his bodily fluids from one mouth to the other and back again. The sight of these two family members tasting his splooge over and over again was causing his cock to come alive once more.

"Damn, Mother," Jeffrey said. "That was the best blow job I have ever had."

Rachel laughed as she stood. "And just how many blow jobs have you had in your eighteen years of life?" she asked as she winked and then tweaked his nose. 

Without waiting for an answer, Rachel lay down on the bed. On her back and with her legs spread wide, she motioned for Jeff to come to her. "Time to show mamma how much you know about the female body," she told him.

Without the least bit of hesitation, Jeffrey Madison accepted his mother's invitation. On his elbows and his knees, he hovered over her. He spent the next few moments staring down into her face, thinking about what it would be like sliding his throbbing manhood into her pussy for the first time. "And, hopefully, not the last time," he said to himself.

"You're so beautiful, Mother," he told her just before he lowered his head and kissed her.

It was a long, soulful kiss; each one nibbling on the other one's lips. Tongues were busy exploring mouths. Their breathing was becoming erratic and guttural.

"Oh, yes, baby," Rachel said when he broke their oral contact and began to shower her face with butterfly kisses. 

"Oh, god yes!" she hissed when he took her left earlobe between his lip-covered teeth and nibbled lightly. 

Jeff kissed down one side of her neck and then the other. He flattened his tongue and used it like a brush as he painted her chest with a light coating of saliva. 

Rachel's son circled the base of each of her voluminous breasts, working his way up to her nipples; first the left and then the right. He took each one between his lips and tugged; pulling them away from her breasts as he teased them with gentle flicks of his tongue.

Jeff stopped at his mother's belly button on his way to her glory hole, licked it and stabbed it several times with the tip of his tongue before continuing his southward journey. The moment his tongue began snaking its way across her hairy mound, Rachel shivered in anticipation. 

For a few seconds, Mrs. Madison marveled at the depth of her depravity and the minimal amount of time it took to for her to get there. All of this had begun with Tammy. One little kiss of her nipple and now, here she was, a few hours later, about to let her son munch on her pussy.

No longer content to finger herself while she watched her brother kissing and licking on her mother's naked body, Tammy climbed onto the bed and straddled Rachel's head; her pussy a mere inch or two from the older woman's mouth.

Rachel clinched her hips and pushed her mound up against her son's face. "Lick my clit," she urged. "Suck on it, baby. Make me cum." 

Jeffrey ignored his mother's passionate pleas and avoided contact with her clit and her labia. He continued to lavish his attention on the crease of her upper thigh where it met her groin.

Rachel ceased her talking when she felt Tammy's hot and swollen outer labia graze her lips and nose. She raised her head far enough to make full contact and sucked her daughter's swollen clit between her lips. She made slow circles with her tongue around the end of that little nub of nerve endings.

"It's my turn, Mother," Tammy whispered. "Make me cum like I made you cum."

Rachel opened her mouth wide, flattened her tongue and licked the length of her daughter's outer labia from bottom to top. Over and over again, she licked the length of Tammy's slit; purposely avoiding her clit.

Tammy's incestuous desire was consuming her; threatening to take control of her very soul. She smashed her cunt against her mother's face. She pulled away just far enough to slip her hands over her hairy mound and spread her hot, feverish lips wide.

"Fuck my cunt," she urged her mother. "Fuck my cunt with your tongue."

Rachel Madison was like a mad woman as she repeatedly stabbed her daughter's sex with her tongue. Jeffrey Madison had finally decided to pay some attention to her man in the boat. And she was reaping all of the benefits.

Rachel felt as though every nerve ending in her entire body had somehow moved to her clit. Jeff touched his tongue to her little button of joy, causing her body to tense and her muscles to spasm. Lightning bolts of intense pleasure shot through her body, exiting through clit. 

Tammy, experiencing similar surges of incestuous desire, screamed loudly. She squirmed and pressed her sex against her mother's face. She grabbed hold of the head board for support and rode out the most intense orgasm of her young life. 

Just as she thought she'd peaked, another one hit her.

And then another. 

And another.

Tammy's orgasms, each one stronger than the previous ones, sent her mind spiraling down a long, never ending corridor of sinful, incestuous lust. Rachel, aware of her own pending eruption, pulled her face away from her daughter's sex, only to have it forcefully jammed back up against Tammy's wet and dripping pussy.

Tammy's mind had left her long before her first orgasm hit her. Her own pleasure was all that mattered now. She screamed loudly each time her body convulsed on her mother's face. 

Rachel, her air supply nearly cut off, continued humping her son's face as her own eruption neared. Her loud cries, muffled greatly by her daughter's furry box, resonated throughout Tammy's vagina. The vibrations were the key that unlocked her most massive orgasm ever. 

Tammy shook and trembled. She screamed out her release as her grip on the headboards grew tighter and tighter until her knuckles were white from the pressure. 

Then, as suddenly as it had hit her, Tammy's orgasm was over. She slumped forward, resting her head against the headboard of the bed, panting like a dog on a hot summer day.

Realizing that Tammy no longer needed her assistance, Rachel was now free to concentrate on her own needs. She gently pushed her daughter off her face and to the side. She not-so-gently grabbed Jeffrey by his ears and pulled his face tightly against her sex. 

Rachel was happy with her decision to have sex with her children. She had cum more in the past few hours than she ever had in all the time she'd been married. And she was about to cum again.

It was as if they were Siamese twins; joined at the lips; the lips on his mouth and the lips of her quivering quim. Though he found it more difficult to breathe when he was so close his mother's box, Jeff didn't mind. For now, it was all about paying attention to his mother's needs. He could tell that she was close and he wanted to make sure her climax was the best ever. He would worry about himself later.

Jeff slid his hands under his mother's ass, prompting her to lift it off the bed while he got a firm grip on her butt cheeks. He lifted her ass a bit higher and, as quickly as he could, he grabbed a pillow and slid it under her back just above her hip line.




Mother Madison



Jeff continued his oral assault on Rachel's pussy while he gently lowered her ass onto the pillow. He slid a finger deep inside her vagina, coating it with her juices, pulled it out slowly and, once again, spread her cheeks wide. He slid his sex dampened finger along her ass crack until he found her wrinkled brown hole. 

Rachel gasped audibly when she felt her ass being invaded. She had never in her life allowed anyone to get that familiar with her back door; not even her husband. But the sensations her son's mouth was creating in her body, clouded her mind. She was soooo close to cumming that nothing else mattered. Whatever it took to get her over the edge. 

"Shove your finger up my ass, baby," she screamed. "Take my ass and make it yours."

After a minimal amount of pressure, Jeffrey's finger forced its way inside. "Goddamn, that feels good," she thought as he pushed it in deeper.

The sheer depravity of the situation only made Rachel that much more determined to make up for all those nights she had spent without so much as a kiss from her husband.

Jeff Madison's finger pistoning in and out of her virgin ass intensified the wickedness of the situation. Rachel now had two areas of erogenous pleasure; one competing with the other for attention. 

Finally, Rachel's dam burst and almost a year's worth of pent up passion spilled out. She dug her heels into the bed and shoved her cunt up into her son's face. She cried as her body seized. She was still crying when she began to convulse.

Finally, it was over and Rachel was spent. She lay on the bed with her hips still propped up on the pillow, gasping for breath. Her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.

Jeff, afraid he'd done something bad that caused his mother to cry, pulled the pillow from beneath her and moved up in the bed until his back was against the head board. He cradled Rachel's head in his lap and lightly caressed her cheeks while he waited for her to open her eyes.

After several long minutes Rachel's eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. The first thing she saw clearly was her son's concerned face.

"Wow!" she said. "That was awesome."

"I thought I'd hurt you," Jeffrey told her.

Rachel smiled. She looked at her daughter and rubbed her upper thigh. "No, no," she said. "Not in the least."

"Why were you crying?" Jeff asked her.

"I guess..." Rachel began. "I guess it was because you and Tammy helped relieve me of so much stress. I'd been holding it in for so long. It had to manifest itself in some form."

Tammy, lying beside her mother, propped herself up on an elbow, leaned forward and kissed Rachel on her cheek. "I can't believe Dad refuses to have anything to do with someone as sexy as you. What's wrong with him, anyway?"

"He stays gone on his business trips for so long, you'd think he'd be as horny as a two peckered billy goat," Jeff said.

"Well, he's not," Rachel sighed.

"Bet he's getting' some on the side," Tammy commented. "He's probably out there in California fucking some cheap whore as we speak."

"He can keep on fucking her," Rachel said. "He won't ever touch me again. Not even if he gets on his knees and begs for it."

Jeff bent down and kissed Rachel's nose. "Good for you, Mother."

Rachel sat up in bed and swung her feet over the edge. "What say we go find us something to eat?" she said. "I'm starving."

"Don't know why," Jeff joked. "You ate enough of Tammy's pussy to last a lifetime."

Rachel laughed. "Not enough calories," she replied as she put her feet on the floor and stood up. "Anybody up for pizza?"

"Sounds good to me," Tammy said.

"Me, too," Jeff told her.

"Pizza, it is, then," Rachel said. "Jeff, why don't you call in the order? We can get cleaned up while we wait for it."

Jeff placed the order and, knowing that the other bathrooms would be occupied, cleaned himself up in the half bathroom next to the front door before heading to his room to put on some clothes.

About thirty minutes later, the trio found themselves sitting together on the living room sofa. Several minutes after that, they were stuffing themselves with pizza.

Rachel discarded the crust from her fourth slice and cleared her throat. She placed a hand on her children's thighs. Jeff and Tammy stopped their chewing and looked expectantly at their mother.

"What's up," Tammy asked.

Rachel looked at Tammy and then at Jeff. "Major changes are in store for us," she said. "Especially if we want to continue what we started today."

"What kind of changes?" Jeff asked.

Rachel chose not to answer him at the moment. "Before we go any further," she said, "I've got to know if you two are okay with what we did today. I mean, does it bother you that we committed incest? It's against the law, you know."

Tammy was the first to answer her mother. "How can something that feels so good be so bad?" she asked.

Rachel squeezed her daughter's leg. "I'll take that as a yes." She turned and looked at Jeff. "What about you, stud?"

"Maybe a little bit," Jeff replied. "But I agree with Tammy. I'm all for anything that makes you happy."

"Let's promise each other that we'll let the others know immediately if anything we do feel uncomfortable," Rachel told them.

Jeff and Tammy quickly agreed.

Jeff turned and kissed Rachel on the lips. What started out to be just a simple act of endearment soon turned into a long bout of tongue swapping. Tammy joined them and soon, the three of them were kissing each other passionately.

Jeff filled his hands with tit flesh; one from each woman. He took turns sucking on their nipples. Rachel wrapped her hand around his already hardening cock. She broke her kiss with her daughter. "Don't you ever get enough?" she said jokingly.

Jeff and Tammy laughed. "I hope not, Mother," Tammy said. "At least not until he fucks both of us silly."

Mrs. Madison stroked her son's shaft a couple of times, then kissed him lightly. "Think you're up to it, big boy?"

"There's only one way to find out," Jeff replied.

"I'm ready," Rachel told her son as she continued to stroke his manhood.

It was arms and elbows as the Madison family got naked once again. Rachel lay on her back with one leg laying across the back of the sofa and the other dangling off the side.

For several seconds, Jeff could only stare at his mother's wet and swollen outer labia so open and inviting. That was the very same pussy that he'd come out of eighteen years ago. His dick seemed to get harder than ever at the thought of going back inside it for the first time. 

After what seemed like forever, he got on his knees between her splayed legs and moved forward until his cock was only inches away from her opening. Tammy, standing next to her mother, took hold of her brother's cock and guided it the rest of the way. 

Jeff almost came when his dick first made contact with Rachel's outer lips. He held it against her opening for a few seconds and then pushed it in about an inch. 

"Give it all to me, baby," Rachel told her son. "Put that big fuck stick of yours where it really belongs. Make your mommy happy. I want to feel you deep inside me." Jeff was happy to oblige. 

Rachel could feel her cunt lips expanding and the walls of her vagina stretching as Jeff sunk his cock into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let her heels rest on his back side. 

Jeff slid his dick about halfway out and then pushed it back in. Each time his cock made the short journey back inside her vagina, Rachel pressed her heels against his butt cheeks and pulled him even further into the depths of her sex. She slid a hand down to her clit but found out that Tammy was already there.

Rachel felt like she'd died and gone to sexual heaven. Her children were giving her more action than that rat-bastard husband of hers had given her in a couple of years. Why couldn't she enjoy herself? She'd done without long enough.

Tammy, thrilled at the sight of her brother fucking their mother, continued strumming her fingers across Rachel's enlarged clit. She bent down and sucked a nipple into her mouth.

Rachel, already feeling the rumblings of an orgasm forming deep within her belly, put a hand behind Tammy's head and held her in place while her lower body bucked and swayed to the rhythm of Jeff's cock pumping in and out of her clinging, clutching vagina.

Jeff's thrusts were getting harder with each insertion, causing both of them to grunt loudly each time he slammed his cock into her. Then, just as he was about to announce his impending orgasm, she asked him to stop.

"Slow," Rachel instructed her son. "I want it slow and hard. Make me feel it all the way up into my throat."

Jeff pulled out of her velvet lined love hole until the head of his cock was all that was left inside her. He paused a second and then, with the strength of a bull elephant, slammed it deep into the recesses of her sex. 

"Like that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she cooed. "Exactly like that."

For Jeff, there was a delicious feeling that permeated his being each time he went deep. He could feel the pressure as the walls of his mother's vagina pushed his foreskin back past the crown. When he paused, she used her kegel muscles to gently squeeze her outer labia around the base of his dick. A few more thrusts; a few more squeezes and he could feel a rumbling inside his nut sack that could not be ignored.

"Oh, god, mother," he said. "You're gonna make me cum."

"Wait for me!" Rachel shouted. "I'm almost there."

This quick interchange between mother and son did not go unnoticed. Tammy continued sucking and licking on her mother's nipples but she moved her hand from the older Madison woman's clit to her own.

In a matter of minutes, all three were wheezing and gasping for every breath they took. As their orgasms neared, they labored to make it happen; caring only about their own personal needs.

Rachel was the first one to cum. As wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, she thrust her legs straight up in the air and pointed her toes towards the ceiling. She gripped her legs tightly behind the knees, flailing them about like a mad woman. She yelled loud and long as she matched her son, thrust for thrust until all her energy had been sapped from her body.

Jeff on the verge of cumming himself was pushed over the edge when his mother's cunt muscles rippled along the length of his shaft. His balls blasted his sperm laden semen up his urethra and into his mother's willing receptacle causing him to shiver and convulse uncontrollably.

Through it all, he continued slamming his cock in and out of his mother's pussy, growling like a lion in heat with each eruption. When he had nothing else to give, he planted himself deep inside her sex and held it there, still shuddering from the force of it all.

At the same time her brother and her mother were experiencing their own form of sexual torture, Tammy grunted quietly as her own need for pleasure and release became a reality.

Rachel slowly lowered her legs as her son collapsed into her open arms. Tammy stayed on her knees beside the sofa; her head resting on Rachel's shoulder.

Long minutes passed as they lay together, unmoving. Jeff was the first one to stir. He gave his mother a light kiss on her lips.

Rachel opened her eyes slowly, temporarily unaware of her surroundings. She became aware of her son's pressing weight pinning her to the sofa. "Hello," she said questioningly. "What are you two doing here?"

Tammy smiled dreamily and continued to stare at her mother. 

Jeff lifted himself off his mother and allowed her to slip out from under him. The two of them maneuvered their bodies until they were sitting side by side. Tammy sat on the floor and rested her head on Rachel's knee.

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Breakfast the next morning was a somber affair. Rachel, Tammy and Jeffrey were lost in their own individual world as they ruminated over the previous day's events. Rachel, however, was more concerned with what to do about her husband.

For Rachel, it was a foregone conclusion that they were finished. When to tell him to get lost was what concerned her at the moment. 

She looked at her children and smiled. Twenty-four hours ago, she would have curled her nose up in disgust at the very mention of her having sex with her children. Now that her sexual demons had been awakened, her desire to continue this sinful affair for the rest of her life loomed high on the horizon.

Tammy had been the one who had brought her out of her shell. It was her daughter who had shown her that there was a whole different world out there; waiting for her to open the door and step inside. "My own daughter," she thought. "My own daughter has helped me gain my sexual freedom."

All those nights spent alone fingering herself had caused her to give up hope that things would ever change. Now, for the first time since she could remember, Rachel felt satisfied sexually. Letting Georgie boy back into her life now would only serve to inhibit her sexually and send her spiraling back to what she had already left behind her. She now knew what she should do and she was determined to do it now.

Jeff and Tammy looked on in silence as they watched their mother pick up the phone. 

Rachel poked at her phone a couple of times until her husband's cell number appeared. She hit "send" and waited anxiously for him to answer. When he answered, she hit the "speaker" button so her children could hear what was being said on both ends of the conversation.

"George," she said after his initial hello. "I've got something to tell you and I want you to let me finish telling it to you before you say anything."

"Okay," he said quietly.

"George," she began. "I don't know any other way to say this so, I'll just put it out there without any fanfare." She paused to catch her breath and to gather up every bit of courage she could muster. 

"I've decided I want a divorce."

"Wha. . .?" 

"You promised, George. This thing is difficult enough without you adding to it."

"Sorry."

"As far as what I want to take away from all this, we can let the lawyers haggle over that stuff. You can keep the house. I won't be needing it after I figure out where I'm gonna move to. And I'll expect you to find someplace else to live until I move out."

Rachel paused and then said, "Okay, George. Your turn."

"I don't understand why you're doing this to me," George told her. "Unless you've found someone else. Is that it? You're letting someone else fuck you?"

"You've always been a crude man, George but, I don't care anymore."

"Well, are you?" George demanded.

"So what if I am fucking someone else? How can you complain? You sure as hell haven't wanted to do me in close to a year. But, to answer your question; I am letting someone else fuck me as you so adeptly put it."

Except for his heavy breathing, George Madison was silent for a couple of moments. He cleared his throat before he spoke again. "Anybody I know? It ain't Jeff, is it?"

Rachel gasped as she struggled not to drop the phone. "How can you think that, George? Our own son? You are a sick man."

"No, no, no, no," George said. "I was talking about Jeff Haggen from down the street. You know; the one who grabbed your ass that night last year when we were at the block party and asked you if you wanted to do something nasty."

"No, George, it wasn't Old Man Haggen. Although, looking back at it, I wish now I had taken him up on his offer."

"Well, whoever it is, I hope he has fun dealing with a cold bitch like you." 

George hit the "end call" button. Rachel sat there at the kitchen table, the phone still to her ear. A single tear rolled down her right cheek.

"That son-of-a-bitch!" she said. She closed the phone and laid it down on the table. It was then that she saw Jeff and Tammy staring expectantly at her. She laid a hand on their arm, sighed and said, "Don't worry, kids. I'll make sure we stay together."