3 comments/ 172751 views/ 24 favorites Tell Me Ch. 02 By: Agnol Eric lay in his bed gasping for breath. His mother had just sucked his cock until he came in her mouth and now she was busily playing with her pussy waiting for him to help her in return. He could hear her saying something but his mind swam with the bizarre set of circumstances that had put him in this position. Only a few feet away were his sister Karen and her husband Rick who were at least partially responsible for what had just occurred in Eric's room. Opening his eyes completely Eric looked at his mother, Rachel, who was saying something in a pleading tone to him. As the buzzing in his ears lessened he could make her words out more clearly. His gaze dragged from her face down her chest where one of her slender hands was alternately tweaking a nipple through her blouse and squeezing the entire breast. Eric's heart quickened as he imagined that it was his hand caressing her bosom. Licking his suddenly dry lips he lowered his gaze even further and became lost in the sight of her fingers sliding through the light hairs of her sex. Rachel had pulled her underwear to the side and was anxiously teasing the area around her pussy. Suddenly aware of what he was looking at Eric looked up at his mother's face again only to find her eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Baby, momma needs your help," Rachel whispered in a husky voice. "You're going to help momma, right?" Eric nodded slowly, sitting up and pulling his legs up under him. "I've never done this so you will have to tell me what to do." "Just kiss momma right here," Rachel said softly laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide. Her fingers held open her sex and she circled her clit lightly with one finger. "Right there baby, kiss momma right there." Getting on his knees Eric positioned himself between his mother's thighs and leaned in close to her pussy. He took a deep breath and his head swam again as her scent filled his nostrils. He stared openly at the slickened lips of her sex, the tender folds of flesh glistening just before his quivering lips. He had heard of going down on girls, but the idea had never been especially appealing to Eric. Now, just inches from his own mother's pussy, he knew that this would be something he would want to do again and again. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out and tasted the saturated lips of her sex. "Oh yes," Rachel groaned. She slipped her hand behind Eric's head and pulled him harder against her body. His tongue began to slather haphazardly all over her pussy. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open limply as her only son explored her sex. His noisy slurping was very pleasing but Rachel didn't need the buildup, she was ready to burst and couldn't wait for it to happen. "Here baby," Rachel said as her hands guided his face so that his tongue was over her clit. "Lick Mommy there." Eric grunted in response and his mouth began to work over the slippery nub carefully. As his tongue worked on the soft protrusion he could feel it getting bigger. His mother's breathing became a series of ragged gasps as he tried to suck her clit into his mouth. Feeling more confident in his task Eric slid his hands up her legs until he was gripping her ass and pulling her pussy harder onto his mouth. "Oh fuck," Rachel gasped, "Lick me, lick momma you naughty boy!" Eric didn't respond, his focus solely upon devouring his mother's sex completely. His tongue swiped from her clit down into her opening as he tried to press into her as far as he could go and lick everywhere he could reach. Rachel pulled on his hair as he brought her ever closer to orgasm. A moment later he could feel her beginning to tremble. Moving back to her clit, swiping it rapidly with his tongue, Eric could feel the trembles becoming more pronounced. "Oh god, oh god, here it comes, here I come baby," Rachel said her voice rising with each word. She pulled his face tight against her pussy, burying Eric's nose within the folds of her sex. For a moment he wondered if she might suffocate him and then he felt her explode. He worked his tongue furiously trying to extend the wave but after a few moments she pushed him away abruptly, the sensations becoming painful for her hypersensitive pussy. Eric wiped his face with the back of his hand as he sat back and proudly admired the orgasm he had given his mother. Rachel lay with her blouse and bra pushed up around her neck leaving her heaving breasts open to his view. A light sheen of sweat covered her exposed skin as she regained her breath and began to calm down. Sliding along the bed Eric lay his face next to her's and kissed her mouth softly. Rachel returned his kiss automatically and for a moment allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth, tasting herself there. Suddenly Rachel realized the house was silent. The house was dead silent and she hadn't been at all quiet when she had cum. Her daughter and son were in the next room, surely they must have heard. In a panic she pushed Eric away and scrambled off the bed trying to close her blouse and put her bra on properly all at once. "Oh God, Eric, what are we going to do?" Rachel hissed. "What do you mean?" Eric said, not lowering his voice at all. Rachel winced at his volume. Crossing the room quickly she pushed a finger to his lips to quiet him. "Your sister and her husband are right there!" Rachel hissed pointing vigorously at the wall that separated his room from his sister's. "Oh shit," Eric breathed, "Oh god mom, they had to hear..." He trailed off not sure what they could possibly say. He looked to his mother to make it all better. "What are we going to do?" "I don't know," Rachel answered lamely. "I don't know, but I think I better go." Rachel turned and walked to his bedroom door. She stopped for a moment as if she was considering something then opened the door quietly, looked down the hall at her daughter's room and then stepped out into the hall, closing the door as she left. Eric collapsed on his bed unable to believe what had just happened. He turned out his light and tried to sleep but his mind was filled with terror about what his sister would say. After what seemed like an hour in the dark his mind began to replay the image of his mother devouring his cock with her mouth. His fear was soon replaced with erotic reminiscing which was only reinforced by the smell of his mother still heavy in the room. He found his rapidly hardening cock with his hand and masturbated to a lesser orgasm before exhaustion over took him before he could even bother to clean himself. In the morning Eric woke late for school and was able to escape without having to face his sister and brother across the table. Rachel for her part waited anxiously for her daughter or son in law to say something, anything that would let her know they had heard what had gone on last night. But it never came. After breakfast Rick took a call on his cell and when he hung up informed them that Karen and he would have cut their trip short, work was calling and she was a demanding mistress. Rachel had to suppress the sigh of relief and tried to act sad that their visit was so brief. "I'm sorry we have to leave mom," Karen said hugging Rachel as Rick loaded the car with the luggage. "But I'll call as soon as I get home and I know you will be coming down when it's my time to deliver." "Oh of course dear, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world," Rachel gushed hugging her daughter tightly again. "And I want to thank you for the advice you gave me. You made me feel a lot better. What two people who love each other do in the privacy of their own home is their own business and no one else's." Rachel tensed at her words, a pensive look crossing her face. Karen smiled warmly and hugged her mother again. Rachel watched as Karen and Rick drove away, a heavy weight lifted off her shoulders. She turned and went back into the house and busied herself with her daily chores. At one point she was picking up dirty laundry from Eric's room and found a small envelope on his bed. She picked it up carefully and stared at it for a moment and then peeled open the unsealed flap and pulled out a small slip of paper. Sounds like you had fun last night. Call me tomorrow, - K. Rachel stared at the words for a long while, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Tell Me Ch. 03 Rick shook his head quickly and let out a gasp of air. His fingers loosened on the steering wheel as he drove away from his mother's house. "You okay?" Karen asked as she watched the row of familiar houses slip past through the car window. "Yeah," Rick replied, "I wasn't sure how long I could face your mom though." "So do you really have to go back to work?" "No," Rick answered guiltily. "We just couldn't stand there and pretend we didn't hear what we heard though," he added defensively. "I don't know about you but I was going to crack sooner or later." Karen smiled with her face turned towards the window. "Guess Mom is just as bad as me," she said. "Could be," Rick chuckled. "But I wouldn't want it any other way," he said smiling at his wife. Karen turned, her eyes alight with adoration. Her gaze lowered to Rick's lap and saw that his cock was pressing against his pants. Reaching for the bulge she curled her fingers around his hard flesh. "Oh babe," Rick sighed. "You really are naughty." He enjoyed the sensations of her fingers squeezing and rubbing his erection as he drove onto the freeway. "I can't believe you convinced me to do that last night." "I thought you liked my little games?" Karen whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending a twitch to his groin. "Don't you like it when mommy makes you feel good?" "I do," he answered truthfully. "When you first got pregnant and started on this 'Mommy' trip I was scared to admit to you that I liked it. I was afraid you'd think I was perverted or something." "I told my mom it was your idea," Karen laughed. Rick's eyes grew wide with horror. "You didn't!" he exclaimed. "I did. I told her you convinced me to play the games and that I was feeling uncomfortable with it." "What did she say?" Rick was aghast. "She said that whatever two people do who love each other is their own business," Karen answered with a grin. "Your mom must think I'm a pervert," Rick sighed. "Well if she does then she must think I'm perverted too. But after last night I don't think she's really going to bring it up." "I still can't believe they did-". Rick wasn't sure exactly what had happened last night between Eric and Rachel, but he was certain both had climaxed. "Do you think that listening to us was all it took to push them over the edge?" "Well after Eric saw mom naked and admitting that he liked the way she looked and mom not having any in so long I figured it wouldn't take much." Karen pulled the zipper down on Rick's pants. Fishing for a moment she pulled his cock out and began to stroke it properly. "You totally set them up, huh?" Rick said glancing at her. "I did. Does that make me bad?" "Very bad. What do you think will happen now?" "If I know mom she will try to pretend it didn't happen and Eric is still too naïve to press the issue. He could get in her pants anytime he wanted to now that the ice has been broken, but I doubt he'll try." Karen was silent awhile, idly stroking her husband's cock, luxuriating in the feel of it in her hand. "You're plotting aren't you?" Rick asked after a time. "Aren't I always?" Karen replied huskily. Eric arrived home from school and approached the front door with a mixture of longing and apprehension. After what happened last night he wasn't sure how his mother would react to him. Would she want to continue where they had left off as he so desperately hoped? Would she be mad at him for taking advantage of her? Could the guilt be killing her? With a deep breath he entered the house. Rachel heard the front door open and close. Her heart began to beat faster, fear welled up in her stomach and she desperately wanted to flee. She could hear his footsteps crossing the hardwood floors as he approached the kitchen where she was standing at the sink looking out on the backyard. "Hi mom," Eric said softly. For a minute neither moved. Finally Eric stepped closer to her. "I was thinking we might talk-" "What would you like for dinner, dear?" Rachel interrupted. She spun around and opened the refrigerator and began to rummage through the shelves. "Uh- whatever you want is fine with me mom," he answered simply. Eric stood numbly as his mother began to prepare dinner, bustling around him as if he wasn't even there. "I'm going to go do my homework," he said leaving the kitchen in a daze. Eric walked slowly to his room. Confusion settled in as he tried to make sense of his mother's reaction. Too afraid to talk to her, Eric tried to do his homework. For a couple of days the awkward feeling persisted between mother and son. Eric tried looking for opportunities to bring up what had happened between them but Rachel quickly changed the subject and pretended not to hear him. After a time Eric gave up and tried to ignore the memory of what they had done. Except at night when he closed his eyes he could once again see her face buried in his lap, his cock lodged in her mouth. He would masturbate dreaming of her coming into his room and offering to help. During the time he was in the house with her he tried to pretend, like his mother, that nothing had happened. Rachel was a tightly wound ball of nerves whenever her son was in the same room. She could feel his eyes upon her body almost like a soft hand caressing every inch of her. The torture of it was tearing her apart. She could feel her nipples becoming stiff underneath her heavy clothing. She had stopped wearing the flattering clothes that had led up to the incident in the first place so as not to encourage her son. "Mother's do not have sex with their son's. It wasn't right. It was a horrible thing I did to him when I was drunk," Rachel told herself. But she hadn't been drunk. The effects of the wine had worn off long before she climbed the stairs and her daughter had suggested she go in and talk to Eric. Guilt would well up in her anew each time she recalled sucking her son's cock, hearing those deliciously dirty words he had spoken to her. She felt shame that her daughter and son had heard the encounter between mother and son in the next room. When they had to cut their trip short she was relieved not to have to face them and their 'pretending not to know' stares. At night Rachel too dreamed of the encounter with her son. Except in her dream when she looked up after satisfying her son, Karen was standing in the doorway, a disgusted look on her face. The arousing and agonizing dreams were leaving Rachel more exhausted than before she had gone to sleep. By the time a week had gone by since that fateful night Rachel was a mess. So much so that Eric called his sister, alarmed by his mom's condition. "Hello," Karen said into the phone. "Karen? Oh god, I'm glad you're home," Eric said worriedly. "Hey Tiger, how come it took you so long to call me?" Karen giggled. "Huh? What do you mean?" "You know, after that night you and mom-," Karen let the pause speak volumes. "Anyways before I left I put a note on your bed telling you to call me cuz it sounded like you had a great time. Figured you could use someone to talk to about it. Not the kind of thing you can go talking to your buddies about." Karen's words crashed into Eric and he crumpled to the kitchen floor. "Oh god," was all he could say. "Eric? ERIC? Are you okay?" Karen felt panic rising. "Yeah," Eric replied softly. He kind of suspected his sister had heard them but he had never fully thought it through what it would mean if she had. After his mother had tried to pretend it never happened he had assumed his sister would to. "So you left a note on my bed?" "Yeah, didn't you get it?" "No, I never got it." The words came out mechanically, like someone else was speaking them. Karen was silent for a minute trying to come up with any other reason why the note would not have been where she left it except for her mother finding it. When she couldn't she remembered that her brother had called her and he was relieved to hear her voice, like something had happened. "Why are you calling now? What's wrong?" Karen demanded. "Its mom, something's not right." "What do you mean?" The worry was rising in her voice. "She looks terrible, like she's not sleeping or something. I hardly see her eat and she's piling on the clothes like its freezing in the house." Eric lay back on the cool tile floor, still stunned from what his sister had told him. "It kind of makes sense now. She knows you know what we did." "Did you guys ever talk about what happened?" Karen inquired. "I tried for a couple of days, but she didn't want to. She acted like she didn't hear me, so I gave up." "I'm coming home Eric. Whatever is bothering mom can't be fixed over the phone. I'll be there in a couple of hours." "Thanks sis," Eric said with a sigh of relief. "I'll let mom know you are coming." "No, don't," Karen ordered. "Just trust me." Karen packed a small overnight bag and headed out right away. She called Rick at his office and told him that she would be at her mother's for a couple days and not too worry. When she finally arrived Eric let her in. "Where is mom?" Karen asked looking about for her. "She won't be home for a while yet. She's been out of the house a lot lately." "I never asked you, how are you doing?" Karen asked softly, tilting his chin up to make him look into her eyes. "I'm doing okay," he replied, embarrassed at being caught staring at her chest again. "Their big, huh?" Karen asked with a twinkle in her eye. "What are?" Eric said, trying to sound like he didn't know what she could be referring to. "These." Karen took his hands and placed them upon her breasts. At first he tried to pull back but she held him firm. She pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her bosom in a kneading fashion. "Karen, we can't do this! You're my sister!" Eric had stopped pulling away and began to eagerly cop a feel. "And you're my brother and I can't think of anyone I've ever wanted to touch them more than you," she stated with certainty. "Well, maybe one..." she added softly under her breath. "Why? Why now?" he asked, confusion mixing with arousal evident in his face. "Because mom got the first piece of you, now I want mine." "You can't be serious," Eric gasped. Karen began to unbutton her blouse from the top down. With each fastener undone more and more flesh was being revealed. She watched her brothers gaze fall to the middle of her chest and she smiled in self satisfaction when she pulled the garment free, leaving her bra covered breasts exposed to him. Stepping closer to him she pulled his head down into the valley of flesh between her tits and held him there. "It opens in the front," she whispered softly into his ear. She felt his fingers fumble with the clasp uncertainly. She waited patiently until he got it undone and then it popped free. His hot breath on her flesh caused goose bumps to spread across her skin until her nipples tightened into painfully hardened nubs. "Oh Eric," she breathed as his tongue tentatively flicked across one nipple as he tenderly pinched the other. "How I've dreamt of this day. Take me to your room." Eric only nodded and took her hand as he headed toward his bedroom. Karen sat on his bed and made him stand before her. She traced the outline of his erection with a single finger through his pants. She looked up at him as she felt his cock through the clothing and watched his expression pass through pain, anticipation and pleasure all within a second. "Tell me Eric, have you ever dreamed of this?" "Yes," he whispered through gasps. "Tell me, how did it happen in your dreams?" Karen pressed one palm against his hardness and pushed her other hand up under his shirt and began to stroke his chest. "I would be passing by your room and your door would be open and I would see you in your nightgown lying on your bed. You would be playing with yourself. Just before you would cum you would open your eyes and see me standing there. You would crook your finger, asking me to come in. When I would walk forward you wouldn't say anything you would just open your legs wide and I would crawl on top of you." "Ooh, if I had only known it would have been that easy, I would have had you a hundred times." "Really?" Eric asked, nearly choking. "Yes," Karen said. She placed both hands on his ass and pulled him closer so that her face was pressed up against his crotch. He could feel her hot breath through his clothes, his cock aching to be freed. "Now, tell me what you and mom did that night?" "We heard you and Rick and we just stared at each other. Neither one of us could move." "Did you get turned on?" Karen asked. "Uh, well yeah, I did," Eric replied, embarrassed. "It's okay. I would have been disappointed if you hadn't. Then what happened." "When you guys got done I wasn't the only one turned on. Mom touched me and realized how hard I was and then she pulled off the sheet and I was naked underneath." "Ooh," Karen said as she gripped his erection through his pants again. She lowered his zipper and undid the button on his pants, pulling them down. "Just like you are now?" she asked as she held him through his boxers. "Yes," Eric groaned. "And then what?" she prodded. "Mom took me in her mouth and began to suck me," Eric gasped as his sister reenacted his words. Her hot mouth engulfed his dick, taking it deep into her mouth so only the last half inch was uncovered by her lips. He could feel her tongue snake along the underside of his dick. For a few seconds she played with him and then pulled off of him. "What did you say to her while she was sucking on you?" "I called her a slut mommy and asked her to swallow my cum," Eric panted. "Did she like that?" Karen wanted to know. "I think so, she sucked harder and faster when I called her that. She said she liked being naughty." "Do you like being naughty Eric? Do you like being naughty with your sister?" Her fingers squeezed his balls gently, rolling them around in her hand. "Oh god, I do. I love it!" Eric roared. His hands found the back of her head and he pulled her face towards his groin. Karen accepted his direction and opened her mouth to take him in and allowed him to thrust into her face. She fluttered her tongue close to the base of his cock and then the ridge of the head as he pulled out. She prepared for each lunge and was able to take him in readily enough. A few times he pressed too far and she choked a little but her discomfort didn't seem to sway Eric's enthusiasm. She could feel his orgasm building and she pushed him away. Eric's face was crestfallen as he looked down with imploring eyes. Karen sat up straight and pressed her full bosom up to his groin and wrapped her breasts around his jutting cock. She spat upon his already slippery cock and then began to slide her chest up and down his cock. "Fuck my tits Eric. You know you've always wanted to." She smiled when his eyes rolled back in his head as the new sensation was overcoming his ability to hold back. "Cum on my tits brother, cum on your big sis." Eric grunted and strained. Just as the first spurt was rocketing up his cock he forced his eyes open and watched as it came blasting out of him and onto her creamy flesh. Karen sighed happily as her chest was covered in the hot sticky discharge. Eric stumbled back and held himself up by the edge of his dresser. When he could see clearly again Karen was atop his bed on her hands and knees, her naked ass pointed straight at him. Her pants were on a pile next to the bed along with her shirt. "Come on big boy, my turn," Karen said with a lascivious grin. Eric approached his sister slowly smelling her wanton arousal. He lowered his face to her bare pussy and began to lick as he had done with his mother. 'This is my sister' he thought and a growl emanated from his throat as he attacked the tender folds of her flesh with his tongue. Karen squealed in delight for a moment and then lowered her bottom to the bed forcing Eric back. "I don't want you to go down on me, now. I want you to fuck me Eric. Fuck your sister." Once again she raised her ass off the bed and presented him with her waiting pussy. "But you're my sister, we can't do that," Eric stammered. "Why not? I can't get anymore pregnant." She turned her face back towards the wall and wiggled her ass invitingly at him. A moment later she felt him climb up on to the bed and his hands grabbed her hips. Reaching back Karen guided his dick into the wetness of her cunt. "Oh my god," Eric moaned, "I never imagined." For a moment he just let himself be in her. The utter warm wetness engulfing him was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He finally understood that movie about sex being like warm apple pie. Only this was so much more that words failed. Karen leaned forward slowly and then pushed back. He could feel the squishy walls of her pussy sliding over the head of his cock only to grasp the shaft as he passed through. It was like a thousand fingers knowing exactly where to touch to make him feel wonderful. If he hadn't come just a minute ago he would have lost control in just a few seconds. He pulled out again and pressed just the head of his cock up against her vaginal lips; pushing them to the side and feeling them kiss the tip. Karen whimpered softly and he thrust back into her forcefully and for the first time he heard the slap of skin on skin. He grabbed her hips and began a rough rhythm of pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in. He watched in awe as her ass rippled beneath his hands on each thrust into her body. His fingers pressed into her flesh deeply, causing red marks to form on the pale skin. Karen leaned forward, resting her weight on her arms crossed before her so that her ass was sticking up further into the air. Eric lunged into her at an irregular pace; enjoying each of the dizzying sensations he was feeling. His hands slipped on her sweaty backside and he caught his grip with his thumb atop her asshole. Before he could pull his hand away Karen groaned and thrust back against him. Tenderly he pressed down with his thumb, never quite penetrating her. She obviously liked what he was doing as she began to buck her hips back against him. Though it had only been a couple of minutes since he had entered her he could feel the orgasm building and he didn't know how to hold it off. "Karen, I'm going to cum," he whined. "It's okay baby, cum in me. Give me your cum," Karen coaxed. She jerked her hips back and forth, their skin slapping out a steady beat that reverberated throughout the room. Eric pulled back on her ass as he thrust forward, trying to get his cock as deep into her as possible. With each thrust he felt the wetness spread from her pussy onto his groin and down both of their legs. The walls of her pussy seemed to contract and at last he could no longer control his desire. "OH GOD!" he bellowed and then the exquisite torture of orgasm was ripping through his loins. He felt his sister's pussy grip him tightly and pulse around his shaft as she too flooded their coupled bodies with her own climax. Eric slumped against her, sliding off of her back and onto the bed next to her heaving body. He thought he heard the click of heels but it was drowned out by the beating of his heart pounding in his ears. Karen heard the heels as well and was waiting patiently. Her plump ass was still propped up in the air, cum dribbling obscenely from her well fucked cunt. She leaned over her brother's sprawled body and kissed him noisily on the mouth, exploring him with her tongue. She didn't let up until she heard the small squeal that announced her mother's arrival. Turning slowly she looked at her mother standing in the doorway. Rachel leaned heavily against the doorframe, one hand grasping her chest and the other over her mouth. Karen slipped off the bed and began to close the distance. Rachel backed away until she was stopped by the wall behind her. Tell Me Ch. 03 "Hi mom," Karen said softly. "It's okay," she said seeing the panic in her mother's eyes. Taking a hold of her hand she tried to lead her back into Eric's room but she refused to move. "Mom," Karen lowered her tone, "come with me now." Rachel held out for a second and then succumbed to her daughter's command. Eric looked up and then scrambled to cover his exposed body from his mother's gaze as they entered his room. "Oh god, mom!" He tried valiantly to hide himself and get dressed all at the same time. "Stop that Eric," Karen ordered. He stopped trying to dress but he held the comforter over his lap defensively, his gaze darting between his mother and sister. "Now, we are going to have the talk that you two should have had a week ago." Karen sat down next to Eric and guided her mother to the other side of her. "Mom, are you ashamed of what happened between you and Eric?" Karen asked her tone soft but with an edge that clearly meant she wanted no foolishness. Rachel murmured something softly. "What? You will have to speak up." "Yes, oh god yes I'm so ashamed," Rachel broke down. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. "Its okay mom," Karen reassured her. "Are you ashamed because you did it or because I knew about it?" Rachel stared at her daughter for a moment. She had felt guilty about so many things in the last week; she didn't know where to begin. "You didn't feel bad the night it happened, I know. I heard, remember?" Rachel's face turned crimson and she looked away quickly, unable to face her daughter's penetrating stare. "So you're ashamed I heard. Is that all? Do you feel bad that you two did- do you feel bad about what you did, mom?" Rachel refused to look at either her son or daughter. She shook her head slowly, but didn't say anything. "Do you feel ashamed because you'd like to do it again, mom?" Karen pressed. Reaching out she grabbed her mother's hand and squeezed it tightly. Rachel looked up into her little girl's eyes and saw the grown woman she had always wanted to be: the self confident woman who could take what she wanted and not care what others thought about her. "Did you feel ashamed because you wanted it again and you couldn't have it because you were afraid of what I'd think about you?" Rachel nodded while looking down at her daughter's hand holding her own. "Mom, listen to me. You, Eric and I all love each other. What happens between people who love each other is their own business and it isn't wrong. You and Eric love each other, just as I love each of you," Karen looked at each of them meaningfully as she spoke. "What about Rick?" Rachel asked, finally able to find her voice again. "Of course I love Rick, too," Karen responded plainly. "No, all of this is his fault. He started you playing those perverted games that led up to all of this," Rachel was starting to fill with righteous fury. Here at least was someone she could blame for all of this. Rachel was taken aback when a smile spread across Karen's face. "No mom, those games weren't Rick's idea at all," Karen said simply. Rachel searched her daughter's eyes for an explanation. "They weren't his idea and those weren't the first ones we had ever played. I used to make him pretend he was my brother." Rachel and Eric both gaped at her words. Karen turned to Eric, "I wasn't joking earlier when I said I had been dreaming about being with you." "You guys played like mother and son on purpose, knowing I'd be in here with Eric. Why did you do that?" Rachel pleaded. "Because I could see what the two of you needed but were too afraid to go after on your own." Listening to Karen explain it made it all seem so rational. Like it was obvious and Rachel should have seen it long ago. "Are you sorry I did what I did?" "No," Rachel answered, her voice a little more firm now. The ache in her heart and stomach was drifting away. Karen leaned her face close to her mother's and kissed her softly on the cheek, her lips tasting the salty remnants of her tears. Rachel turned her face and looked directly into her daughter's eyes. "I've wanted to do this for so long," Karen breathed. She held her mother's face steady with her hands and planted her lips on top of Rachel's. They kissed softly for a moment and then Karen pressed her tongue forward and after a moment Rachel relented and allowed her to taste the inside of her mouth. As the kiss lingered Karen began to undress Rachel. "Oh baby," Rachel breathed, "what are you doing to me?" "Eric and I are going to make love to you," Karen responded hotly in her ear. "Would you like that mommy?" Karen smiled broadly at her brother as their mother began to remove her slacks. "Would mommy's naughty boy like that?" Eric smiled nervously as his sister pulled him close for a kiss. Their lips pressed together softly and Rachel watched in awe as her children shared such a sensual moment. She felt her pulse quicken and her breasts become flush with excitement. Rachel moved off the bed and crawled between his naked thighs. His cock was becoming hard again and it was still covered in the sticky remnants of his and Karen's earlier coupling. "Oh mom, that feels wonderful," Eric said pulling away from his sister's kiss. Rachel smiled impishly as she cleaned his cock with her mouth, tasting her son and daughter at once. The smell of their bodies was making her dizzy with lust as she sucked with a ravenous appetite. Rachel was surprised when she felt her underwear being removed and then her daughter's hand was between her legs feeling her sticky cunt with probing fingers. She groaned around her son's cock and pushed her hips back in eager compliance. "Talk dirty to her Eric," Karen urged. "Tell her she's a dirty mommy." "Oh you sweet dirty mother, I love it when you have my cock in your mouth. I just bet you love your daughter fingering your wet pussy, don't you?" Eric groaned as the suction increased on his cock. "Oh yes, my naughty mommy loves to be fucked by her children. Such a dirty mother." "I think she likes that," Karen said holding her sticky hand up for him to see. "She's soaked; I think she may be wetter than I was." Karen rubbed her own pussy for a moment and then moved to lie next to her brother. "You know what would be really dirty for our mother to do? She should suck your cum out of my pussy, what do you think?" Rachel's eyes flew wide open at her daughter's suggestion. Karen just laughed at her mom's reaction, grabbing her by the hair and moving her head between her own sticky thighs. Eric watched as his mother licked tentatively at her daughter's oozing cunt and then at his sister's urging climbed up behind his kneeling mom. "That's it Eric, give her what she's been dying to have for the last week," Karen said. Eric parted his mother's thighs, letting his fingers slide over her dripping sex and pushing a couple fingers deep inside. Rachel's moan was muffled as her face was still pressed tightly against her daughter's slit. His slippery cock was at full mast now and he held it steady as he approached her pussy. Pressing the spongy head against her thighs he wiped up some of the juice dripping down her leg. He could feel his heart begin to race faster as he watched the head of his dick slide between the outer lips of her pussy. The warmth engulfing him was once again unbelievable. The feeling of being swallowed up in his mother's pussy was beyond anything he had felt so far or he had dared imagined. "I'm fucking my mother," he whispered. "Oh god yes you are, fuck your mother," Rachel encouraged, pulling her mouth away from her daughter's cunt. "Fuck mommy, baby, fuck mommy!" With slow deliberate strokes he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy. He relished the feel of her clasping muscles milking him. Slurping sounds came from their union mixed with the slapping of his hips into her ass. A low steady moan escaped from Rachel's throat and as it got louder Eric felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on his cock. Pushing harder and faster he began to forcefully fuck her pussy. His fingers tightened on her hips as he pulled her body onto his harder and harder Rachel started gasping as the air was being forced out of her with each thrust. "Oh yes, yes! Baby fuck me hard! Fuck momma hard!" Rachel lifted her head out from between Karen's thighs, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as a stream of drool and pussy juice dripped from her lower lip. Eric felt the orgasm tear through his mother, her pussy clamped and released around his cock quickly as he felt the flood wash over him. The scream trapped inside finally came out, leaving Rachel gasping for breath. Karen cupped her mother's face and peppered her with kisses. "Did that make you feel better mom?" Karen asked. Rachel nodded sluggishly. "Say it mom, tell me. Tell us." "I feel better," Rachel said weakly. Karen looked at her expectantly. "I needed my son to fuck me. I needed to feel his hard cock in my pussy. I needed to be a dirty mother and fuck my son." Karen held her gaze. "I needed it and I couldn't do it because I was afraid you'd hate me for it." At last Rachel's head slumped forward, resting on her daughter's thigh. Eric had ceased his assault on his mother's pussy while she spoke. Karen looked up at him and indicated he should continue. Slowly he began to slide in and out once again. Rachel's soft moans encouraged him and soon he was giving it to her with all his might. He could feel the buildup of his orgasm deep within and he concentrated on that feeling. "Yes baby, cum for momma. Cum in momma," Rachel urged. "Oh fuck, fuck," she began to pant over and over again as her son plowed into her pussy. The deliciously dirty feel of her own son's cock in her pussy was driving her quickly to another orgasm. The clenching of her pussy was quickly driving Eric over the edge as well. "Oh fuck mom, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in you!" he shouted. His mother's pussy clamped down on his spurting cock. Clenching his eyes tightly he forced himself as far into his mother as he could and held himself there. Eric collapsed on the sofa after his shower. Somewhere down the hall his mother was cleaning up as well while his sister rummaged through the kitchen for a makeshift dinner. Karen came in with a tray of food and sat next to him. Eric grabbed a cracker and some cheese and wolfed it down quickly along with a pickle. After sating his immediate hunger he took a moment and studied his sister. "How did you make all this happen?" he asked. "You mean you me and mom?" she said licking ranch dressing off her fingers. "Sort of, when mom saw us you weren't worried at all. Like you knew you could make her be okay with it. How did you know?" "Mom is submissive," Karen answered as if that would explain it all. Eric gave her a confused look. "Mom likes it when someone else is in control. That's why she likes it when you talk dirty to her. She likes the names because it allows her to feel dirty and not be responsible for it." Karen studied her brother and could tell he still didn't comprehend. "Mom likes to be made to do things she could never do on her own. Since I took control and told her we were going to make love to her she could allow it to happen and it wasn't her fault, even though deep down she felt it was wrong. But since it was me who did it she could enjoy it without feeling the guilt." "How did you know that she was- submissive?" "Dad told me," Karen answered absently. "Dad? Why would dad tell you that mom is submissive?" "I made him. I made him tell me all about him and mom," Karen turned to study her brother carefully. "Made him? How?" "Dad is submissive too." Karen could almost see the wheels turning in her brother's mind. A couple of silent minutes later he turned to face her, his jaw going slack in disbelief. She kissed her brother on his forehead and then left to find her mother.